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[amouriiess]

texts and stories with bf!adapt

⤷ ゛bf!adapt x fem!reader ˎˊ˗

𝜗ৎ warnings: sexual activities are implied but nothing happens. fluff. ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ are used. ‘y/n’ is used. face claim is given.

request: Can u please do a freaky adapt and y/n smau? And like photos on instagram from both of them like on their stories (it doesn’t have to be freaky,just if u can add a little freakiness it would be goood) :)

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insta stories | y/n (last one is close friends)

insta stories | adapt (last one is close friends)

#AMOURIIESS SPEAKS: thank you sm for this request!! i know it’s not exactly how you wanted it and i do apologize for that but i also didn’t make it so explicit because my next adapt post is smut so i didn’t wanna do two explicit ones back to back if that makes sense? again so so sorry!!!

[dxmurewrites]

Light in the Dark

Part One of a two shot I'm making for Paddy! No actual smut in this one, I wanted to write something that could be read as a standalone + with a part two containing the smut.

pairing: Paddy Mayne x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Find part two right here !

summary: Seeing you in his clothes made Paddy feel absolutely feral, and he hated himself for it.

word count: 3.2k words.

unedited: it's 2am again ... I cannot be bothered.

warnings: language, mentions of war, blood, wounds, medical language, reader has hair (my bad, we washing our hair in this), sexual tension, impure thoughts, mutual bullying, mutual attraction despite denying it, borderline possessive behaviour, nsfw themes but no actual smut!

let me know what you think! I love feedback! Unless it's mean, then that's stink energy... like, comment, reblog, mwah.

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“You smell like shite."

"Hello to you too Paddy," You chuckle, writing in your journal. You hadn't looked up to the Lieutenant as he entered your tent, keeping your head down as you continued writing in your stock inventory. "Are you well?"

"M'fine," He answers quickly, looking you over. His gaze lingered over your uniform, the small drip of sweat that dripped down your neck and beneath the fabric. Paddy clears his throat. "Here to take you to the showers."

Oh.

You hadn't even realised the time.

6pm on the dot.

Bathing was a luxury here, but being the only woman meant you couldn't shower at the same time as everyone else. Begrudgingly, Paddy has been tasked with supervising you as you bathed, albeit with his back turned.

He trusted his men, as did you, but it was apart of the terms to having you on site. You showered when the sun was coming down, and Paddy made sure there weren't any peeping toms trying their luck.

"Right, of course," Nodding, you quickly stand, packing your journal back into its place on your makeshift desk. He watches intently as you run around the infirmary, picking up pieces of clothing you had strung up to dry. "Let's go then." "Oh you're ready are ya?" Paddy quips, checking his pocket watch with a dramatic sigh. "No s'fine, I'll wait around for you to paint your nails next." Snorting, you barge past him, being sure to bump into his shoulder with your own with your clothes in hand. He grunts at the action, turning around to follow after you. "Keep being a bastard and I'll paint your nails next."

You didn't even have any nail polish, he knew that - but Paddy was sure to ridicule you every chance he got.

No one could explain what was going on between the two of you. Everyone knew there was something there, but Paddy was stubborn to all hell, and you, well, you just enjoyed keeping him on his toes.

His lips turned upward at your remark, but the lieutenant chooses not to reply, keeping a small distance between the two of you as he escorts you to the temporary bathrooms.

Within minutes you were stripped to nothing, hair out of it's tied back state and soaked by the cold water pouring from the shower head. The 'walls' were ripped blankets, the floor an old welcome mat from some long forgotten home.

Paddy stood with his back turned just a few metres away, his hands crossed over his chest as his eyes scanned around. No one would be dumb enough to even try anything, but he still took his little role seriously. His mens safety was his priority, and that included you.

"Paddy," he hears you call, the water now having run out. "Could you pass me my towel please?"

He nods once in response, grabbing your bundle of clothes and your towel from beside him. Walking backwards, he keeps his eyes on the sand below him, walking until the sand turns into concrete, and he holds his arm out, waiting for you to grab your belongings.

Your small hand reaches out, soft fingers brushing against his calloused ones as you mumble a small thank you.

Paddy waits a little longer, hearing the rustling of clothes and the familiar sound of the shower 'door' being opened. He turns his head slightly, seeing you dressed in your night clothes, hand running through your wet hair with your towel as you give him a mock salute.

"All good here lieutenant," you say his title like a mockery amongst friends, but he didn't care. "As usual, my sincerest gratitude."

It was his turn to snort. "One of these days I won't have to babysit so you can wash your arse." He shakes his head, watching as you grin at his words.

"Can't argue there," You shrug, continuing to dry your hair and running your fingers to pull out any tangles. "But until then, my washed arse thanks you."

The Irishman just eyes you with humour in his eyes, and you nudge him with your elbow before excusing yourself, making your way back to your tent. His eyes follow your every step, and he clears his throat, nodding to himself before he returns to his own quarters.

It was only a couple hours later when it felt like hell had taken over. A mission had gone successful, but one of the Sergeants, Pat, had been quite injured. It was manageable for you, but it had been a hands on moment and a few of the others had to assist.

Pat lay in the infirmary, bandaged head to toe and completely out of it. You sat beside him, catching your breath as your arms rested on your thighs. Blood soaked your hands and arms, your pyjamas stained - there hadn't even been time to change when the boys brought him in.

They had yelled for you the moment they returned, carrying the unconscious and wounded man in like he was a limp doll. It had been tedious, even worrying at one point, but he was alive and would make a full recovery.

It didn't stop the shakes in your hands however, or the blood that dripped from your fingers to the ground below. You wiped at your face, mixing with the sweat that gathered across your forehead.

He's alive.

That's all that mattered.

"You alright?"

His voice startled you, your hunched over frame jolting at the sudden intrusion. Paddy holds his arms up, a small apology leaving his mouth at your jump.

You nodded, wiping your cheek again, eyes squinting as you yawn. "Should be asking if Pat's alright," you say through your yawn, pointing towards the sleeping soldier next to you. "Which he is, time will decide the rest."

Paddy nods slowly, his lips tightening in a small frown as he thinks over your words. "Course he'll be good, he's got you looking' after him."

Your eyebrow raises at the compliment. It wasn't like the Irishman to say sweet things, maybe a jest mixed with a small praise, but never just flattery. A part of you wanted to comment on it, make fun of him and meet him at his usual level, but you decided against it.

"Thank you Paddy," you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear as you stood up, stretching out your legs. "Are you alright? No lumps or bumps you're not telling me about?"

His frown melted away as he shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Ye still trying to get me naked nurse?" there he is. "Ye little deviant."

"S'it working?"

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he steps towards you. The air felt different in the tent, dry, sure, the desert providing barely any relief, but you always felt heated when the lieutenant was near. Paddy's eyes roam over your frame, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in the state of you.

"You need another wash," He remarks, nodding towards your blood stained skin and pyjamas. "I'll get Stirling to watch over Pat 'ere, want me to grab anything' for ye?"

It was your turn to frown, looking around the room. The only spare clothes you had were still drying on various pieces of furniture, and you groaned. "I don't have any night clothes left," you admitted, feeling almost childish for even complaining about it. "This was my last clean pair."

Paddy shrugs, thinking it a non issue. "Just head on out and leave it with me," as if sensing your reply, he gives you a stern look. "Just do it girl."

Holding your arms up in defeat, you follow his order, leaving the tent and into the night. Various soldiers stood around the site, all nodding at you in thanks, some saying your name in appreciation.

Their nods were met with a small smile, feeling a little ridiculous in your pyjamas and blood covered state.

It wasn't anything they weren't used to.

As far as they were concerned, you were a light in the dark that kept everyone safe. Just like Paddy. They were adamant the two of you were so similar in your own little, weird way.

You sat on a rock, staring off into the vast desert as you waited. It wasn't long until Paddy, true to his word, met you at the showers. He held some clothes in his hand, even a hairbrush.

The area was dimly lit by some lanterns, but it was just enough to see what was in front of you.

"Stirlin' thought you'd want to fix the mop on your head," He titled his chin into the direction of your head, and you rolled your eyes. "But 'ere, try these."

He hands the clothing over, and you didn't even have to ask, already knowing who they belonged too. "You okay parting with these?"

Paddy's eyes narrowed at your words. "How'd you know these are mine?" he exhales in amusement. "What if I pinched them from Reg?"

"Reg doesn't have clothes this clean," you retort, holding the clothes away from your body in an attempt to keep them clean. "Besides, they got a Paddy smell to them." "A Paddy smell," He repeats your words, rolling his eyes. "What, shite and sweat?"

"You don't smell like shit," Laughter leaves your lungs instantly, handing the clothes back to him as you begin to walk towards the shower. Paddy takes his position, back turned to the world as you begin to undress. "You smell okay, all things considered."

He hums at your response, taking it as a win. It was a luxury even having somewhere to bathe, so no one was expected to smell like flowers and oils.

With the blood washed from your body and coating the floor, you dried off before pulling on Paddy’s shirt, buttoning up the best you could.

By the time you were finished, you stood beside him once more, now time sporting one of his army fatigues. It covered everything that was needed, leaving your legs bare from the thighs down.

Was it appropriate?

Not really, but given the situation, no one was going to question it.

Paddy turns to look at you completely, his jaw tightening as he takes everything in. He inhales, quietly enough that he hoped you didn't notice.

You did.

He was anything but inconspicuous.

God, you were a vision. Even in the low light from the lanterns, you managed to steal his words and make the mouthy man feel mute. He thought you were breathtaking even when wearing the most mundane uniform, but seeing you in his clothes made him feel like the world around him was spinning.

Maybe he was concussed.

Clearing his throat, Paddy looks away, feeling almost guilty for his thoughts. You had just saved one of his men, lost another set of clothes to blood and had to shower in the cold of the night.

The sound of you brushing your hair filled his ears, and he cleared his throat again, trying to think of anything else. "Should uh - should get ye' out of the cold."

"It's actually quite nice," you admitted, finishing with your hair and tucking the hairbrush into one of Paddy's pockets, ignoring the way he eyed your movements like a hawk. "Bit overexposed though."

"Aye," he agrees, finally looking over your bare legs and swallowing. "One breeze and you're giving the boys a show."

You laugh loudly at his words, but he wasn't wrong, so you nodded, nudging him with your elbow. "Not wearing anything under this either, I think I'd make their whole year."

He closes his eyes at the revelation. It was meant as a joke, but knowing you were in fact bare beneath his clothes made his pants feel a little tighter, and he felt the heat in his stomach begin to bloom.

Your giggles sound like a siren's call, the sound becoming softer as you had already started your walk back to your tent, eager to send Stirling away and keep an eye on Pat.

By the time you made your way back into your tent, the once empty infirmary was now full of soldiers. It stopped you in your tracks, seeing familiar faces all laying on the beds, even Stirling asleep in yours.

"Am I missing something? Sleepover at mine?" You call out, bringing everyone's attention to the entrance of your makeshift home. "Didn't realise it was girls night."

A few laugh, someone even going as far to wolf whistle at you, noticing your new attire. "We thought we'd all stay in here for when Pat wakes up Miss." Jim, one of the sweeter giants in the bunch answers.

"Right," your voice trails off, eventually feeling Paddy's presence behind you. "And where am I meant to sleep?"

"Not in here," Paddy responds from behind, side stepping you and eyeing the scene in front of him with a raised eyebrow. "Look at you lot, kickin' our own nurse out of her bed."

"Blame Stirling," someone calls out, bringing attention to the lieutenant in your bed. "We'll keep an eye on everything anyway, you can sleep in my bed Miss."

"Or mine!" Someone else shouts, and a few more offer their beds with an eagerness that made you laugh loudly.

"Enough of that," Paddy stands with his hands on his hips. "She's not staying' anywhere near you lot."

"I'll sleep in David's bed then," You shrug before nodding towards Pat, who still remained asleep. "Just keep an eye on his bandages, any fresh bleeding and you all come wake me up yeah?"

They murmur in agreements, some giving you a thumbs up before you give Paddy a nod, making your leave once again.

The infirmaries tent flaps close behind you, and you're about to make your way to Stirling's tent when a hand on your waist guides you elsewhere. His footsteps step in line with yours, and you can't help but roll your eyes playfully at the action.

It was obvious who it was. Only one person here would be confident enough to touch you this way. That, and you were being directed to another familiar tent, one that resided further away from everyone else's.

"Not joining the sleepover Paddy?" you mutter softly, smiling from ear to ear as he grunts in response.

"You're not sleepin' anywhere I can't keep an eye on you," He sounded almost like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. The Irishman leads you to his tent, holding the entrance open and escorting you inside. He nods towards his trundle, made and ready for a body. "I'm goin' for a wash, I won't be long."

"You don't want me to escort you?" It was a jest, and Paddy pushed you forwards towards his bed in response. "Don't want me to pretend I'm keeping my back turned and not taking little sneak peaks?"

"Watch it." He points his finger at you, saying your name in warning, but he doesn't deny it. He goes to say something else, his lips opening and closing a few times before he decides against it, instead just leaving in a rush.

It made you grin, and you did what he asked, climbing into his bed eagerly. His familiar scent coated the sheets, providing a comfort you weren't expecting.

Safety was a long forgotten feeling here, but with Paddy around, his very being provided a sanctuary you weren't expecting to find in the middle of nowhere.

It wasn't long before he returned, apart of him hoping you'd be asleep when he arrived seeing as he hadn't brought any clothes with him. The two of you eyed each other, a silent stare down as he swallowed, standing in the entrance with a tattered towel around his waist, droplets of water still sliding down his bare chest.

"Shit," Immediately closing your eyes, you hold your hands up and over them in an extra effort to shield yourself from the lieutenant. "Sorry."

"It's okay." You hear him mutter, followed by some rustling around. He pulled on a loose pair of trousers, a white vest following suit. Standing beside the bed as he pulled his pants up, he can't help once again the way his eyes follow your feet up to your soft thighs.

You had laid over the blanket, wanting to wait for Paddy's return to discuss the actual sleeping arrangements.

Paddy's breathing comes out laboured, noticing the shirt you had borrowed from him had shifted further up as your arms moved when shielding your eyes. He looks to the ceiling, trying to gather his thoughts, sending silent threats to himself at the impure images he started conjuring up.

"Paddy?" Your soft voice brings his attention back to Earth, and he clears his throat, mumbling a 'hm?' in reply.

Your eyes were open now, your hands bunching at the blanket below. Your cheeks felt hot, your lower stomach feeling no different as you stared up at the man before you.

He eyes you curiously, and you shamelessly looked down below his waist, attempting to bring his attention to the erection he had started to grow.

It was his turn to blush, and he immediately stuttered your name and an apology, turning around to conceal himself. Paddy nearly chokes when he feels your soft hands on his waist, your delicate fingers urging him to turn back around.

"I'm not uh, I'm," Paddy tries to apologise, noticing you shake your head. "Fuck."

"Paddy," You speak again, slowly this time, as if the very weight of his name on your tongue became a soft hymn. "Don't hide from me."

"M'not hiding," he attempted to argue, the words falling short as another sigh left his lips as you dragged your nails across his hips. He says your name again this time, half in warning, half in protest. "You're just playin' a very dangerous game here."

"So play with me then." Your voice sounded like warm honey, sweet despite the sinful desire that laced your words.

"Christ."

[silverlullabies]

Price finds out you’re pregnant and becomes the world’s most doting husband.

Spoils you rotten from minute one. You want pickles and ice cream at two in the morning? He’s already lacing his boots, grumbling fondly about how you’re gonna be the death of him while he kisses your forehead. Stay put, love. Daddy’s got it. Three am milkshake run? No problem. He’s pulling up to the twenty four hour drive thru in his truck, voice low and warm on the phone the whole way back so you don’t feel alone for a second.

Feet hurting? He’s got you propped up on the couch with a pillow under your knees, those big calloused hands working slow circles into your arches until you’re practically purring. When his thumbs start cramping after the third night in a row, he books you the fancy prenatal massage place downtown without being asked.

He’s there for every single appointment. Sitting in the waiting room like a proud fucking peacock, flipping through baby magazines with that little furrowed brow of concentration, asking the nurse questions that make her smile because most dads don’t bother. He’s read every book. Watched every cliché movie. Stocked the nursery. He knows about the Braxton Hicks, the swollen ankles, the weird cravings.

He’s prepared for everything.

He’s…

He’s not expecting how fucking horny you are all the time.

Christ, the way your body changes does something to him. He’s hard half the day just looking at you- that soft swell of your belly stretching your shirts tight, the way your tits have gotten fuller, the little waddle you do when you’re tired. You catch him staring and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

And listen- John Price is more than willing to dick you down good and proper. He’s got the stamina of a man who’s seen some shit, but he’s not a spry young buck anymore. Two rounds, maybe three on a really good night, before his back starts protesting and his knees remind him he’s closer to fifty than he’d like to admit.

He’ll fuck you slow and deep, hands reverent on your belly, whispering filthy praise the whole time- that’s it, love, take it just like that, look at you, all swollen and needy for me- until you’re shaking apart around him. But then you’re still whining, still squirming, still slick and desperate, and he’s tapping out with a wrecked groan, cock spent and softening while you’re left frustrated and teary-eyed.

You sniffle into the pillow. Trying so hard not to cry because you know he’s giving you everything he’s got, but the hormones have you keyed up like a live wire and nothing feels like enough. And god, doesn’t he feel like the biggest jackass on the planet. He can’t keep up. He’s lying there afterward, one arm curled protectively around your belly, the other scratching through his beard while he stares at the ceiling like it owes him answers.

He’s definitely scratching his head at a solution.

Right up until Nikolai comes to visit.

The big Russian shows up with that lazy smirk already in place. You light up the second he steps through the door, literally melt into those massive arms when they open for you. Nikolai chuckles low, enveloping you completely, and you bury your face in his chest and let out this soft, needy little sound.

Price blinks.

Oh.

Duh.

All the pieces slot together so perfectly he almost laughs out loud. He’s not jealous- fuck no. If anything, he’s relieved. Because Nikolai’s got that endless stamina, that rough patience, that filthy mouth that could probably talk you through three orgasms before Price even catches his breath. And the way you’re already clinging to him, hips shifting just a little like you can’t help it?

Yeah.

John Price is already picturing it. Already hard again just from the thought.

Time to have a little chat with his old friend.

[ange1archive]

getting fucked by frank castle while peter is in the other room

warnings 18+, smut, piv, exhibitionism, risk of getting caught | wc. 580

frank’s rough and and calloused hands grip your hips so tight he’s probably leaving little red marks, pulling you flush against him. "missed this," he growls, his voice a low rumble against your throat. he hasn’t shaved in two days so his stubble scrape your skin as he mouths a trail up to your ear. "missed you."

oh you know peter's in the next room, probably hunched over his laptop, but frank doesn't seem to give a fuck or maybe he does. his fingers work their way under your shirt, tracing the waistband of your jeans before popping the button open.

"frank," you breathe out, a half-hearted protest. "peter's..."

"then you better be quiet, baby," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. "you don't want him to hear you, do you?"

he doesn't wait for an answer, just walks you backward into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. his shirt is off in one fluid motion, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the scattered scars you've traced with your tongue a hundred times. he strips you until you’re fully naked, his hands knowing every curve of your body.

he pushes you onto the bed, following you down. his mouth is on yours, hungry and so demanding, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other traces the line of your thigh, higher and higher until his fingers find your pussy, wet and ready.

"soaked already," he grunts against your lips. "all this for me?" his thumb circles your clit, a deliberate torture that has your hips bucking up to meet his hand. "or you thinking about our guest in the other room?"

you shake your head, but a whimper escapes your lips as he slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right. he works you open, scissoring his fingers, stretching you, preparing you for what's to come. his mouth finds your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before soothing it with his tongue.

"frank, please," you gasp, arching into his touch.

"please what, baby? use your words."

you can't form a coherent response as he withdraws his fingers, positioning himself between your legs. he runs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing, coating himself in your arousal before pressing against your entrance.

he pushes in slowly, letting you feel every thick inch as he stretches you open. the burn is a mix of pleasure and pain as he fills you completely. when he's fully seated, he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust before pulling out almost completely and thrusting back in. you can't help the loud moan that escapes your lips. frank immediately covers your mouth with his hand, his eyes dark with warning.

"shhh," he commands, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. "what did i tell you about being quiet?"

but you really can't help it—every thrust draws another sound from your throat, muffled by his palm. when a particularly loud whimper escapes, frank's eyes narrow. "dirty girl," he grunts, pushing your head into the pillow with his other hand. "getting off on the thought of peter hearing us, aren't you? you want him to know what we're doing in here?"

you shake your head, but your body betrays you, clenching around him at his words. frank chuckles darkly. "liar. should we invite him next time? let him watch how you fall apart when i'm inside you? maybe that's what you really want."

his words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and despite yourself, you moan louder against his hand. he adjusts his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, and you see stars behind your closed eyes. the sounds of skin against skin fill the room, mixed with your muffled cries and frank's grunts. just as you're reaching your peak, a knock sounds at the bedroom door.

"hey—everything okay in there?" peter's voice calls through the wood. "i heard... noises."

frank doesn't stop, if anything, his hips snap harder. he’s smirking down at you as he whispers, "answer him. be a good girl and tell your friend you're fine."

you try, you really do. you attempt to form the words but all that comes out is a muffled, high-pitched keen as he grinds his hips, the coarse hair at his base rubbing against your sensitive clit. the sound is pathetic and utterly betraying.

frank's smile is sharp against your skin. he chuckles, a sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. "yeah, he's not buying that.” he shifts his weight, grabbing your thigh and hitching it higher on his hip, changing the angle. the new position has him impossibly deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

"one more chance," frank says, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "or i'll open the door myself and show him exactly why you can't speak right now."

"we're fine!" you manage to call out.

frank stills for a fraction of a second, a mocking chuckle rumbling in his chest as he feels your walls pulse around him. he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze amused. "oh, you liked that, didn't you?" he murmurs, his voice low. "almost got caught. got your little pussy all tight around me."

there's a beat of silence from the other side of the door.

"oh. okay," peter says, his voice suddenly little awkward. "sorry to bother you."

you hear his footsteps retreat, the floorboards creaking as he walks away down the hall. the moment he's gone, frank's smirk widens. "so responsive," he growls, his hips starting to move again, slower this time, more deliberate. "getting off on almost getting caught. what a dirty girl you are."

he picks up the pace again, his thrusts becoming harder. frank's hand moves from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing tight circles, pushing you closer to the edge.

"that's it, baby," he growls, his voice strained with effort. "let go."

your body arches, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you. your walls clamp down around him, a rhythmic pulsing that you can't control. your body shakes, waves of pleasure so intense they border on pain.

"fuck," frank groans, feeling you spasm around him. he buries his face in your neck, his own rhythm becoming erratic, his thrusts shallow and fast. with a guttural groan, he follows you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you. he collapses on top of you, his heavy weight pinning you to the mattress, both of you panting and slick with sweat.

"next time," frank murmurs against your skin after a moment. "we invite him to watch or to join us."

[johnpricescumrag]

You'd been sitting in the common room, curled up on a loveseat. You weren't even wearing anything sexy.

Soap just grabbed you by the waist, tugged your pants and panties down, and slid into you.

"Christ, she's so fuckin' tight." Soap groans, hips rutting into your pussy roughly.

"You're gonna stain your dress blues, Johnny." Ghost rumbles from an armchair a few feet away.

"That sloppy pussy's gonna make us all late, lads." Price laughs, lazily jerking his cock. "We're supposed to be at the gala in less than twenty minutes."

"Hurry up, Soap!" Gaz complains. "I want a turn with her before we have to go!"

"She has other holes!" Soap grunts, his hips harshly slamming into you.

"Easy, boys. There's more than enough of that pussy to go around." Ghost laughs. His hand comes to pet your cheek, his thumb parting your lips.

High-pitched, squeaky moans are forced out of you with each harsh thrust. You clench around Soap hard enough for him to curse, his hips stuttering.

Gaz practically body slams Soap out of the way to get to you, or more adequately, your sloppy, dribbling pussy. "Shh, easy, honey. It's just me."

Gaz's thrusts are deep and harsh, making you repeatedly sob and cry out his name. Your whole word narrows down to Gaz and his cock. Nothing else really registers to you.

You sob at the loss when Gaz pulls out of your spent, swollen pussy. You whine, confused when no one moves to replace him.

"Sorry, slut. We've gotta go." Ghost sneers, patting your cheek condescendingly.

Price smiles at you, "I'll fuck ya when we get back. Keep that cunt nice an' loose for me."

[i5uckersblog]

Thirty-Five Days

Summary: A month-long sex cleanse leaves Jimmy desperate, tortured, emotional, and completely obsessed with you.

Jon hought the cleanse was a joke at first.

Thirty days.

No sex.

No touching.

No “accidents.”

No “just the tip.”

No late-night grinding against your ass while pretending he was asleep.

He’d laughed when you showed him the article over breakfast, but the laugh died the second he realized you were dead serious.

“Thirty days, baby? You tryna kill me,” he groaned, but eventually agreed with that cocky smirk.

By day two the man was a mess. Morning wood so brutal he’d wake up humping the mattress before catching himself. Lunch wood while eating the sandwich you made him. Dinner wood. Random wood every time you walked by in those little lounge shorts. His thick dick stayed half-hard in his sweatpants like it had a personal vendetta against the cleanse.

You actually believed he was holding up his end… until the day you forgot your work badge.

The house was quiet when you slipped back in—until you heard the low, filthy groans coming from the bedroom.

You pushed the door open.

Jonathan was sprawled on the edge of the bed, sweatpants shoved down to his knees, one big hand furiously stroking his fat, veiny cock. The head was swollen and shiny with pre-cum, slick sounds filling the room as he twisted his wrist on every upstroke. His abs were tight, thighs flexing, mouth open in a silent curse.

“Jonathan.”

He froze mid-pump, eyes flying open, cock still throbbing hard in his fist. “Baby—fuck, wait—”

“You lying ass.”

“I can explain—”

“You’re cheating on the cleanse with your own hand?”

He looked genuinely pained. “I was dying. You don’t understand how bad it hurts.”

You stared at his leaking dick, then at his guilty face. “We’re fixing this. Tomorrow.”

The next evening you made him strip. Jonathan stood there naked, already rock hard, that thick Uso cock curving up toward his abs, veins pulsing. You sat on the bed and held up the thick black silicone cock ring.

“No way,” he muttered, but his dick twitched hard at the sight.

“Yes way. Since you can’t behave, you’re wearing this for the rest of the cleanse… plus five extra days.”

You lubed it up and slowly worked it down his shaft. Jonathan hissed through his teeth as you pushed it over his heavy balls and snapped it snug at the base. The ring squeezed tight, forcing his cock even harder. The head flushed dark red almost instantly, veins standing out obscenely. A fat bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit and dripped down the underside.

“Shit… it’s tight as fuck,” he groaned, hips jerking forward involuntarily. His cock bobbed, angry and trapped, the ring biting just enough to keep him aching and swollen without relief.

“Good,” you said sweetly, giving his balls a light squeeze. “That’s the point.”

The next three weeks were pure, delicious torture for him.

Jonathan walked around the house in a constant state of desperate, ringed hardness. The cock ring kept him throbbing 24/7. He’d pin you against the counter, grinding that hot, heavy dick against your ass while whimpering in your ear, “Please, baby… just let me put it in raw for five seconds. I’ll cum so fast you won’t even feel it.”

You’d reach back, stroke his trapped length, and feel how painfully swollen he was under the ring. He’d moan like he was dying, pre-cum smearing all over your fingers and your clothes.

Nights were the worst. He slept naked so you could watch him suffer. He’d wake up multiple times, cock purple and straining against the silicone, balls drawn tight. One night you woke up to him slowly humping the mattress, the cock ring still locked on, desperate little thrusts that got him nowhere.

“Jonathan,” you warned.

He whined into the pillow. “I hate you… but I love you. This ring is evil.”

By day twenty-five he was feral. You came home to find him in the shower, forehead pressed to the tile, water running down his muscular back while his ringed cock stood straight out, leaking steadily. He wasn’t even touching it anymore—just standing there throbbing, broken.

You took pity… sort of. You dropped to your knees in the shower and sucked just the swollen head into your mouth, swirling your tongue while he cursed and shook. The cock ring kept him from cumming no matter how hard you sucked. He was a babbling, desperate mess by the time you pulled off with a wet pop.

“Month’s almost over, baby.”

On day thirty-five, the second the clock hit midnight, you pushed him onto his back and finally slid the cock ring off.

The relief made him growl like an animal. His cock sprang free—thicker, darker, and angrier than you’d ever seen it. Veins bulging, head glossy and leaking nonstop.

Jonathan didn’t even give you time to speak.

He flipped you onto all fours, yanked your hips up, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust. You cried out as he bottomed out, stretching you wide after a month of nothing.

“Fuck—finally,” he snarled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He fucked you like a man possessed—deep, punishing strokes that made your eyes roll back. The wet slap of skin filled the room, his heavy balls smacking your clit with every thrust.

“You put a fucking ring on my dick for thirty-five days,” he growled, pounding you harder. “I’m gonna fill this pussy up until it’s dripping for days.”

He came the first time with a loud, broken moan, burying himself to the hilt and pumping you full of a month’s worth of saved-up cum. Thick ropes flooded you, so much it leaked out around his cock and ran down your thighs. But he didn’t pull out. He kept thrusting through it, fucking his own cum deeper into you, still rock hard.

He flipped you onto your back, threw your legs over his shoulders, and drove in again. Deeper. Harder. The overstimulation hit him fast after so long denied, but he couldn’t stop. His thrusts grew sloppy and frantic, eyes glassy as sweat dripped down his chest.

“Baby… I can’t—shit, it’s too sensitive,” he gasped, but his hips kept snapping forward.

You pushed him onto his back and climbed on top, sinking down onto his raw, oversensitive cock. You rode him slow and deep, grinding your clit against his pelvis while rhythmically squeezing around him. Jonathan’s hands flew to your waist, fingers digging in desperately as his head fell back against the pillows.

Tears immediately welled up in his eyes. His mouth fell open, breath hitching into broken sobs as you kept working your hips.

“F-fuck—baby, please,” he cried, voice cracking hard. Tears spilled down his temples, then his cheeks, faster and faster. “It’s too much… I can’t—oh shit, I’m losing it—” His big, muscular body started shaking uncontrollably beneath you, thighs quivering, abs clenching tight as another orgasm built against his will.

You didn’t slow down. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his heaving chest, and rode him harder, milking his overstimulated cock with your tight, wet heat.

Jonathan broke completely.

Loud, wrecked sobs tore from his throat as tears streamed freely down his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open in a desperate, whimpering cry. “I’m cumming again—baby it hurts—hurts so fucking good but I can’t stop shaking—please—” His voice dissolved into raw, tear-soaked whimpers and gasps. Every roll of your hips forced another sob out of him, his cock pulsing violently inside you even as his body convulsed from the overwhelming sensitivity.

He came apart with a shattered, sobbing moan, hips jerking up weakly into you as dry, intense spasms ripped through him. Tears poured down his flushed face, chest heaving with harsh, broken cries while his whole frame trembled violently underneath you. The overstimulation had him crying hard—actual heavy tears, face wet, lips quivering, deep whimpers escaping with every aftershock.

When it finally subsided he was utterly destroyed: a boneless, sobbing, twitching mess beneath you. You gently lifted off his spent cock, cum gushing out as it slipped free. Jonathan just lay there panting harshly, tears still rolling down the sides of his face onto the pillow, body jerking with lingering aftershocks as soft, exhausted whimpers left him.

You brushed his soaked hair back, leaned down, and kissed the tears from his cheeks and temples, tasting the salt on your lips.

“Cleanse is over, baby.”

He let out a weak, watery, tear-choked laugh, voice completely hoarse. “Best… worst… month ever.” His hand shakily found yours, squeezing tight even as fresh tears slipped out from the intensity. “Never… never doing that shit again. Next time you even mention a cleanse, I’m tying you up instead.”

You smiled softly against his lips. “We’ll see, horn dog.”

Jon just pulled you down onto his chest, still sniffling and trembling from the overstimulation, already half-hard again against your thigh like the greedy man he was.

[iheartshawn]

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“i think i need bigger scrubs now, sweetheart.” 

“what was that?” you turned your attention from your vanity to see jack looking at himself in the full-length mirror. you watched him shift his body side to side, analysing — he looked fine to you. you had no idea what he was talking about until you followed his gaze down to his belly.

he ran his hands down his gut, cupped the softness beneath it. he gave it a little jiggle then released it, the recoil made you bite your lip. 

it was mainly your fault — your damn cooking and baking were to blame. jack used to live off of subscribing to a meal delivery service. it was ‘okay’ but it was nothing like home-cooked food. apparently he’d rather dedicate his time for yoga and going out for a run.

even jack had gotten a little lazy for those. you insisted on staying in bed for a bit longer to cuddle, or a quickie. you always made too much food, and you always press him to finish his plate. it was a mindset that’s been passed on to you by your grandparents, to ‘clean up your plate’ because ‘someone had taken precious effort to make it for you.’ 

and there was also a sense of satisfaction to see jack enjoy your cooking. you already felt ‘full’ watching him eat. 

you set your brush down and rose from your seat, making your way behind him. you pressed yourself against his back and wrapped your arms around him, your hands barely meeting at his belly. then you rested your cheek against the beef of his arm. 

you looked at him seriously through the mirror. “jack–” you started before he interrupted you, “i’m not complaining, just noticing.” 

he continued, “it’s just. . .not exactly comfortable, especially when we move around a lot. we’re in the emergency department — it’s like a medical survival show.” 

you laughed softly, you agreed. you were ready to admonish him for talking down to himself, you were happy that was not the case. he would be always attractive and sexy in your eyes. 

his growing belly excited you so much you didn’t realise you’d started running your hands languidly up and down, kneading and squeezing the fat.

jack looked down to your hands, raising a curious eyebrow. he felt your chest release heavy breaths, he turned his attention back to the mirror. there was a distant look in your eyes, glazed over. your mouth slightly agape. huh. 

“uhh, hon? should we head out?”

you snapped out of it at the sound of his deep voice. when you came to, you saw him sporting a tiny smirk. you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. 

jack started to connect the dots throughout the night — the way you stared at his stomach when he clasps his hands behind his back during handovers, the gentle pats of praise for his good calls, and, again. . .the containers of food you brought that could be shared between three people, all somehow ending up all for him.

it never occurred to him until now, you’d completely conditioned him into eating more than he usually did. oh well, you wormed your way to his heart through his stomach.

as soon as you locked the door after you got home, jack pulled you into a tight embrace. he’d done it on purpose, holding you against him until you felt his soft belly getting squished between you. you tried really hard to stop the small whimper that escaped you, but he heard it. cat’s out of the bag now. 

“anything you wanna tell me, sweetheart?” 

“umm. . .” you could sense blood rush to your face with humiliation again. how could you possibly confess the dirty stuff you want to do to his belly? you stood there quiet and frozen in place. you wanted to separate yourself from his grasp, run to the bedroom you share with him, and lock yourself in. 

but jack had voiced it out for you. “i saw you eyeing my stomach.” he ran his palms slowly over the exposed skin of your arms, trying to soothe you. “it’s okay. you like it that much?”

“you like that it’s getting bigger? you like seeing the result of your care and how much you love me?” he continued talking, “fuck, baby. . . now that i’m thinking about it, the way you take care of me is making me sooo fucking hard.” 

you gasped at his crudity. he suddenly held one of your wrists and placed your hand on the top of the fat, then he led it downwards to his raging hard on. the sound of your whiny moan made his hips buck up. 

he rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his heavy pants fan on your lips. jesus, he’s really horny. 

“s-show me. fuck—” he didn’t stop thrusting into your hand, he just kept going. “please, baby. please— show me what you wanna do to me.” he sounded absolutely pathetic begging you, and you fucking love it. you could feel yourself soak through your underwear and pants. 

“use me.” 

you instantly dropped to your knees, you bunched his scrub top and undershirt up until his tummy was revealed to you. you peppered it with open-mouthed kisses, licked it, bit it, sucked a hickey on it — all the while keeping your eye on jack completely losing his mind. 

you were never good with talking dirty, instead you showed it through your actions.

you tugged his pants and boxers down, the heaviness of his cock slapping against the plush of his belly. it was, by far, the sexiest sight you’d ever seen. 

you gave him one last kiss on the side of his gut before you enveloped the tip of his cock with your mouth. there was no teasing or patience — you pushed yourself towards the base until you could feel your lips kissing his mound. 

jack never pressured you into taking all of him, he could cum just by licking on his tip alone. but you wanted to make him feel good and hear him praise you for being such a good girl.

most of all, you wanted to feel the fat of his stomach pressing against your forehead. you squeezed the flesh with your hands, so you could get closer to him as much as possible. if you could choose a way to go, this was it — death by suffocation due to his growing belly. maybe next time you could ask him to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight whilst you lie on the bed.

you pulled away before ramming his dick inside your mouth again a couple more times. your top had darkened because it was drenched with your spit. at some point, you involuntarily started to hump the air. you could reach your orgasm just by sucking him off. 

jack had to forcefully pull away, stumbling back, and would’ve fallen on his ass if you hadn’t help stabilise himself. he didn’t want to shoot his load yet, he badly wanted to see what else you’d do to him. 

you two had stripped down to nothing along the way. you were sitting on the meat of jack’s thighs and started bouncing on his cock. you placed your hands on his belly, in awe of the way the movement of your hips caused it to ripple. 

jack held on to your waist, watching you stare at his abdomen. something awakened inside of him, he adjusted the position of his lower limbs, bended his knees, and rested the soles of his feet on the mattress. he started to pound himself into you, meeting you halfway. the ripples turned into stronger waves, making you moan out loud and sinking your nails into the flesh. 

he brought one of his hands to his mouth — biting the back of it as he groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. his voice was muffled when he grunted, “i’m cumming, baby. shit–! i’m– cumming!”

he was surprised when you pulled yourself out because he’d always cum inside of you. he didn’t have the opportunity to question you as he could not stop his release, making a mess all over his tummy. 

you were almost at your peak as well, you rolled your hips against his belly — your wetness mixed with jack’s seed were used as lubricant to easily rub your clit on him. 

“jesus fucking christ.” jack quietly muttered to himself, the scene was making his flaccid dick harden again. “yeah. . . make it messier, baby. make yourself cum on it.”

your body jolted, convulsing in shockwaves. jack could feel your hole clenching and more of your juices leaking out of you. the real thing was even better than you could ever imagine, you’d been humping your pillow wishing it was jack instead. 

you dismounted from jack’s body to position yourself at his side, you bent forward to start gently lapping on your mixed fluids saturating his skin. you took your time cleaning him up while he watched, adoring. today, you made him feel more loved and cherished. ♡

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[misspossexxive]

jack overstimulating you with a toy until you're crying…

you felt your brain turning to mush, the only thing coming out of your mouth was mindless babbling mixed with quiet moans. your body seemed almost numb, incapable of any movement. but your nerves—your nerves were alive and screaming—all because of the silicone vibrator bullying your overstimulated pussy, which was swollen and so soaked that a wet circle was forming around you, its color growing darker and darker.

jack was watching you; his face was focused and composed, while his hand, with the same focus and almost cruel precision was moving the toy in a way that affected every sensitive nerve inside you, causing your gummy walls to spasm violently, tearing out one orgasm after another from you, each one stronger and more intense than the last.

“no more…no more daddy…please, please ,please” you whimpered, exhausted, feeling your eyes well up with tears with every long second of this sweet torture.

“shhh, sweetheart” jack whispered into your hair, brushing his lips against your sweaty forehead “i know it might seem like you've had enough, but daddy knows what's best for you. take what I’m giving you and don’t fight it. you’re doing so well. you’re so good for daddy” he murmured hoarsely, pressing the silicone deeper, causing a silent scream to escape your lips.

you’re cumming so hard that you think you’re going to pass out. white spots appear before your eyes. your hips shake violently, while your puffy pussy clenches tightly around the vibrator, squirting your juices, covering you—and jack, who’s watching greedily as yet another orgasm ravages your poor body.

now those same tears are streaming freely from your eyes; you can’t hold them back, letting them roll slowly down your cheeks and jawline. and as soon as jack sees it, he immediately pulls your trembling body close to him, cradling you in his big, broad arms, whispering sweet words of praise into your ear, stroking your head like a concerned father comforting his beloved little girl.

which you are, always—his beloved little girl.

[henneseyhoe]

THROW AWAY

UNIQUE X BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT! Llight daddy kink, spanking, toxic relationship, cheating, unprotected sex (wrap it df up), breeding kink, angst.

SUMMARY: Reader and Unique find themselves fighting about both of their infidelities after a party.

(Hopefully this will encourage some of y’all to write about him cause Wattpad ain’t enough lmao.)

(Ps, forgive me if this is bad, I’m most likely gonna rewrite it in more depth)

"...you get on my fuckin' nerves. You know that?" Y/N squinted at her boyfriend. She was seething with anger and her fists were clenched so hard that her acrylics could have popped off one by one. She really wanted to deck him right in his shit, but didn't need any other reason for him to fuck her over even more. They were just coming back from a party hosted by Y/N's bestfriend, Trina, and she was more upset than ever.

Same ole' shit. They were arguing over, as Y/N would say 'A bunch of bird brain bitches flocking to him so he could feed off that shit' like the narcissist she thought he was.

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Unique kissed his teeth and slowly closed his eyes, laying his head back on the seats head rest. He didn't care to hear me out at all. Honestly, he was both high and drunk as hell and couldn't care less about anything other than getting home.

"We just got back in the car and you already doin' too much" he mumbled, leaning against his doors arm and rubbing his temple with one hand. "You rather entertain some random bitch than do right by me. You have all these bitches in yo' face all day and night, but don't wanna pay attention to the one who held you down and gave you a daughter? Okay Nique. Have them bitches" I teared up, pointing my finger at him with every sentence that wasn't a question.

He side eyed me and tried to bite his tongue before he said something that would hurt me more than the situation, which he eventually failed at. "You here wit' me, ain't you? If I wanted them bitches I would have had 'em here instead of you" he shot back, my tears starting to drop. "You think that shit make me feel better?! It don't mean nun if you still flirting with every bitch that crosses your path!"

He made a 'be serious' face at me before speaking "You be over analyzing everything. I could pass somebody a napkin and here you go cryin' in the back of the club. Damn, crybaby" he mumbled the last part with a small, drunken laugh. I shoved him, the man brushing my hand right off of him. "Cut that shit out" he warned, leaning back in his seat to get as far away from me as he could before I did something I regretted.

"You think that shit funny and it ain't. You laugh until I leave yo' ass for good" he rolled his eyes, my words going in one ear and out the other. "Yeah, aight. You ain't stupid" he chuckled and I squinted. "Yeah, I ain't. That's why I should. Fuck with a nigga who gon' treat me right and give me the loyalty and respect I deserve"

Apparently those were the words that got under his skin the most, cause his next comment would go for my jugular, but it didn't have the effect he thought it would.

"It wasn't a problem when you was fuckin' on that other nigga though. Jamel, or whatever the fuck his name was"

A smirk grew on my face. I knew that it was one of the things that could hurt him tho most, so I made sure that shit burned real good when I said it. "Yup. It was good too! Now you know he was giving me sumn you couldn't or won't give me" Unique let out a loud laugh before looking at me with his head tilted, almost as if he was challenging me with how far I could go with my words.

My bottom lip quivered as another tear rolled down my blushed cheek, taking a deep breath before speaking. "At least I know he loves me. He the only one who give a fuck bout me. The only one that check on me when IM down, not when he need shit"

A smile grew on Unique's face. It wasn't just a regular smile. It was that smile that happens right before you say some shit to fuck with somebodies head. "You fuck that nigga and think he love you cause he say it? You think he give a fuck cause he give you a fake ass empathetic ear to speak into? Cause he stalk you and hit you up at the exact times when we not together? Or is it cause he tell you that you don't need me..and you need to 'upgrade' to somebody who respect you? You let that nigga fuck a few times and he told you he loves you right before he pulls out and busts a nut on your stomach, so now you believe that shit."

If he didn't realize I was crying before, he sure did realize now. I couldn't stop my sobs, my hand covering my mouth to keep the sounds from traveling to anyone who had walked by the vehicle. Even with all of that, he kept going. In hindsight, he was hurting in the same exact way.

"After all of that, sitting through five minutes worth of fucking, you go to use his bathroom and end up crying to yourself cause you let a loser ass nigga fuck and it still ain't make you forget about me, even with all that noise he filled your head with. He don't mean that shit, and you know it. My question is, what's worse? Fucking a few bitches I don't care about AFTER you did that shit first or fucking a nigga you had even the SLIGHTEST connection with?"

He was right, but him saying it felt like my heart was ripped out and stomped on twice. "...and how long has it been since you told me you love me, huh? Cause it stopped way before I did what I did" I spoke, wiping my tears from my face. He looked at me with little to no empathy, waving me off with his hand. "...don't ask me that shit right now. I never knew I had to tell you that shit every day for you to know"

I sighed and buried my head into my hands, trying to collect my thoughts. The car was silent for a minute or so until I spoke. "I like reassurance, Nique. You know how I am...and I'm sorry. We both wrong, but damn...at least I can admit when I did wrong" I said, my voice quivering.

It was silent once again, neither of us knowing what to say next. I felt his eyes on my intensity, his gaze making me feel ashamed for jumping so such conclusions and letting someone talk me into it at that. My head was stronger than that, yet I allowed myself to get manipulated like that, just for a quick fantasy. It wasn't all rainbows with Unique, but I'd rather be with good and bad than just bad disguised as good. I felt sick.

Unique took it upon himself to speak, taking a deep breath first. "I know I do wrong, and I apologized for that shit before. Actually, no, I apologize for everything I have ever done to hurt you and what I might do to hurt you in the future. All of it...but all this shit concerning you hurting me? I'll let all this shit go right now. I just wanna know why you be using that nigga, huh? Why you did that shit to me?" He asked, scooting closer to me and moving my hands from my face so that I would look at him and be forced to tell the truth.

I looked at him in his eyes and shrugged. "...I thought you cheated first. All them girls you and them other niggas be having around, I couldn't get it out my head that you was doing something, and when I was vulnerable, Jamel just kept those thoughts going. He told me if you wasn't doing something, which you 'for sure' was, then it was bound to happen and I believed that shit. I mean look at how late you be out. Plus when you do get home, you don't give me kisses as soon as you get there. You immediately go to the shower like you trynna scrub off a bitch scent"

I vented and he chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, that sound suspicious, but I'm all for you. I'm absolutely in love with you Y/N and I don't want nobody but you. Fuck them bitches. And the shower thing? Ion think you wanna know them stories, you might throw up on me from the image. You remember that time I broke my hand? Yeah" I chuckled at his reasoning and he smiled, taking my hand in his.

"I'd be a fool if I fuck up what I got for some street hoes. You too good to me, Ma" he lifted my head and kissed my cheek before kissing my lips sweetly, making me melt.

And just like that, we were back to where we started without all the tension, the setting a few minutes later would only deepen that feeling and connection I had with him.

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"Oh my goddd" I moaned, my head smooshed against the cream colored, leather seats.

My makeup was smudged and rubbing off on the material, making it shine with bronzer and foundation. By now my dress was rolled up around my waist and my bra was long gone. Unique held onto my lace panties that were pulled to the side and kept his strokes coming, the pace being almost unbearable. I felt him deep, so deep that my eyes watered with each overpowering jab.

"Fuck, baby" I heard him grunt from behind me, his hands moving up and holding onto my wide hips to keep me in place, which wasn't so successful with my back hunching out of it's arch constantly. With him hitting my spot head on, I began attempting to pull myself up using the doors handle. Thankfully it was locked or else it would have slid open and somebody would see me getting my back blown out.

"Where you goin? Nah, you can take this dick. You talk allat shit, you gon take this dick"

He hummed, forcing me back onto him by dragging me back down, my tired arms just laying where they dropped to when he pulled me. "Bounce on this dick" he instructed, my head tiredly shaking. I could barely take it and he wanted me to bounce on it? The man was crazy.

I could feel wind from his hand swipe past my thigh but it was too late for me to react, his large hand already making contact with the skin on my ass, slapping it harshly. I took that only as a warning, knowing what he was capable of and started to bounce myself back onto him.

My thighs burned, my clit was throbbing and still overstimulated from the other position, and he still wasn't done. Every time I'd slow down my bouncing, thinking he'd take control again, he'd lay another slap on my ass, telling me I wasn't done.

"Don't slow down. Bring that ass to me, ma. Mhmmm" now reaching both his arms around my waist and partially pulling me up, he started to thrust rapidly, sending me into a sudden shock. My breath caught in my throat, unable to be released as he did what he wanted, no matter how tired and bruised I was.

I tried to tell him I couldn't go on anymore, but my body wouldn't let me. I was completely drunk on him and he only took that to his advantage.

"You gon lemme get you pregnant again? Hm?" He asked, his head tilting. I laid my head back against his shoulder and weakly nodded, my bottom lip quivering. I quickly approached another orgasm, my hands reaching forward for the doors handle again as I felt it come harder than expected.

I had already came so much you'd think the orgasms got weaker as they went on, but they didn't. Before I knew it, I was squirting all over the seats, making me let out an uncontrollable scream. The sound came directly from my throat, the vibration irritating it so much that it'd leave my tone hushed for the rest of the night.

He pulled out and watched my juices drip from the tip of his dick, his own precum spurting out a little. His dick jumped at the sight. "Get up and come ride this dick"

He said maneuvering himself into the seat across from us and pulling me with him.

I weakly followed, falling right into his lap. I complained and whined with my legs still shaking as he didn't help, but more so push me into position on him. I put my legs on either side of him and he slipped himself back inside.

Wet sounds filled the car once again with me beginning my bouncing, using his shoulders to help me.

He looked up at me with low eyes, his bottom lip in between his teeth and his golden grillz giving me a flaunting flash. His hands made its way to my ass, squeezing the soft flesh while helping me maintain a proper rhythm to get him off.

"This pussy too good, baby. Ain't no way you thought you was leaving me that easy"

He spoke and ran his tongue across his bottom lip before leaning in and kissing my neck, a moan escaping my mouth. He was such an asshole, but he made certain shit sound so good, which explains why I'm even in this situation now. "You love me?" He asked, my head nodding right after. A sly smirk grew on his face at that reaction.

Lifting his hips, he started to thrust into me on his own, his hands moving down to grip onto the seats as he bucked his hips into me wildly. I threw my head back and cried out. "FUCK!— Fuuuck, Nique!" I called his name, my hands flying to hold onto the back of the seat.

My pussy clenched around him tightly, gripping him for dear life and he hissed, his dick beginning to twitch inside me. "Ouu, shit!" He cursed and wrapped both of his arms back around me, pressing me down onto him while he pumped into me. The feeling had me rolling my eyes back, begging for a break.

"I love you so much, baby. Daddy so sorry" he cooed softly in my ear. I moaned and nodded again, my mouth wide open. "You forgive me? Yeah?"

"Yeah!..I'm sorry, baby!" I managed to reply with a whine following immediately after.

"Let me nut deep inside this pussy then. It's mine right?"

"Yes! It's all yours!"

"Let daddy paint this pretty pussy then" he spoke. His tone was sly and controlled, but his breaths weren't, both his inhales and exhales being shaky with his orgasm nearing. I shouted another 'yes', and that was all he needed.

A minute later I found myself falling backwards, his arms catching me just in time as he released his nut into me, filling me up with a loud moan.

✮✮✮✮

[littletwilightbunny]

“Tommy's Lucky Star”masterlist

tommy conlon x f!reader series

Tommy Conlon was supposed to be your past. But when he re-enters your life years later, you realise he never stopped looking for you. ✦ warnings — angst, smut, complicated love ✦ status — completed

01 — Return

02 — Echo

03 — Luck

04 — Distance

05 — Almost

06 — Night

07 — Thread

08 — Damage

09 — Yours

[silverlullabies]

Ghost stared at the doctor until the man's voice faltered. They were briefing him in the hallway, stumbling around and over words about a contingency nobody in the military ever actually expected to need to use. This was the kind of thing that got joked about in barracks after one too many beers. Not a real thing.

Except it was real, and you were in the isolation room behind him, shaking apart on the reinforced cot.

"Exposure confirmed. It's... aggressive. But the consent forms are on file and the subject listed you as their primary..."

Ghost let out a slow breath.

He'd seen the forms, everyone had. The brass, in their infinite paranoia, had made everyone fill them out after a classified briefing no one was supposed to talk about.

-In the event of exposure to aerosolized aphrodisiacs or similar incapacitating agents, designate personnel you consent to receive assistance from-

Most people had listed their closest teammates. Johnny had put Ghost down without hesitation- "Ye'd do it for me LT, ye big softie-" which had earned him a punch from the Lieutenant. Ghost, himself had stared at the paper for a long minute before scribbling down immediate lethal intervention.

He didn't believe in sex pollen. Didn't believe in fairy tale bullshit that turned harden soldiers into animals. But regardless, the form had been filed and then promptly forgotten.

And now the doctor was waiting for an answer, and something- curiosity, maybe, or the fact that you had put his name down- made Ghost nod once, curt.

"I'll do it."

The door hissed open and sealed shut behind him with a heavy click.

Low amber lights cast long shadows across the reinforced cot, and there you were, clothing already thrown elsewhere in the room, hips grinding frantically against the thin mattress. Drool slicked the pillow under your cheek, your mouth open on soft, broken whimpers as you humped the cot, the only relief you could find.

Ghost's breath caught behind the mask at the sight and his cock twitched hard in his pants.

Fuck.

The second you heard the door, your head snapped up. Glassy, tear filled eyes locked onto him. A raw, needy sound tore from your throat and you lunged, pushing off the cot with shaky limbs, hands reaching for his shirt, body slamming into his with single minded hunger.

Ghost caught you easy, strong arms wrapping around your waist as your legs tried to hook around his hips. Your mouth crashed against the fabric of his balaclava, hips grinding desperately against his thigh, leaving a wet streak on his trousers. The pollen had you burning up, skin fever hot, chest scars gleaming faintly under the lights with every heaving breath.

"Easy- " he started, but you were past easy. Your hands fumbled at his belt, a sob slipping out as you tried to climb him right there against the wall.

He moved then, one arm banding around your back, the other hooking under your thigh as he spun and pinned you down onto the cot. The mattress dipped under your combined weight. Ghost's body covered yours, heavy and solid, keeping you from writhing away or humping anything else. His knee pressed between your thighs, holding them open while his hand caught both of yours and pinned them above your head.

You whined, arching up against him, tears spilling fresh down your flushed cheeks. You throbbed hot, leaking against his stomach where your bodies pressed together. Ghost shifted his hips, letting his clothed cock drag against you, already dripping from the pollen's effects.

Didn't mean for this, he thought, even as his free hand slid down to free himself from his pants. Probably never expected the freak to actually walk through that door.

But the forms said you had. And he would ask your why later when you were coherent and in your right mind and could handle being interrogated by him, but until then, he had more important things to attend to. Like you crying so sweetly underneath him, every broken sound hitting him and making his cock throb harder.

He pushed in slow and deep, inch by thick inch, stretching your around him until he bottomed out with a low groan. Your back bowed off the cot, a shattered moan ripping from your throat as your walls fluttered wildly around his cock. Ghost stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust while his thumb brushed over the silvery scars on your chest.

"Tha's it," he murmured. "Taking me so well."

You keened at the praise, clenching so hard around his cock that his vision whited out for half a second. Ghost’s hips jerked before he could stop them, punching the breath out of you and sending more tears spilling down your face. Your cock twitched hard against your belly, another bead of pre sliding down the shaft.

Fuck, yes. That was it. That was exactly what he liked. The surrender. The way you looked up at him like he was the only thing keeping you from flying apart. He’d always been a sick bastard under the mask; he knew it. But you were making it feel like something holy.

He rocked into you again, slower this time, letting you feel every inch. Your mouth fell open on a broken moan, head tipping back against the pillow, throat bared. Ghost’s gaze dropped to the frantic flutter of your pulse there, then lower to the scars across your chest rising and falling with every ragged breath, to where your cock throbbed untouched and needy, to where you were stretched wide and glistening around the thick base of him.

"Cryin' so sweet for me," he rasped and your nails dug into his hand hard enough to leave marks he'd feel for days. Another sob tore out of you, half relief and half overwhelmed, and Ghost felt the last of his restraint snap like a cheap cord.

He fucked you hard then, deep, steady strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside you and made your voice climb higher. The cot creaked beneath you both. Your thighs trembled around his waist. And still you looked up at him with those wet, glassy eyes, lips parted, your cock leaking steadily between your bodies.

Ghost didn’t know how long he had. Realistically, the pollen probably didn’t care about aftercare or morning after awkwardness. It only cared about relief.

And he was going to give you everything he had while he was here.

[mojifushiguro]

punishment ! c.springer

being bothersome always gets you what you want, but sometimes you can get a bit too much of what you want. connie x brat!reader (request)

warnings: smut! choking, mild aggression (during the yk), no protection (always use!), very mild degrading, cursing, cries of pleasure, slight overstimulation, lengthy!

mdni.

you were such a hassle.

connie knew that.

if you didn't get what you wanted, when you wanted, you'd totally shut down, and right now, your boyfriend was all you wanted.

you had your boyfriend all day every day. all the time, basically.

but gosh, you just wanted him extra. you missed him. you just wanted him to be home with you. he was out with his friends at the moment, and as soon as he came home, yeah, you can have him all to yourself.

but you hateeee when he goes out.

'connie'

'baby'

'I miss you'

'you dont even have to be with your hbs... you see em all the time.'

'I know you see my messages.'

constantly texting his phone. he was your boyfriend, and you missed him. you trust him not to be out doing shit he had no business, but you didn't care about that.

'ima be home soon mama'

'be patient'

'but I miss you tf'

'hello?'

you laid across your bed in nothing but pink panties and a spaghetti strap that hugged your body perfectly, and no bra. low music played in the background, which you played to distract you from your boyfriend being gone.

he only left about three hours ago, and you didn't blame him... no. you'd be out longer than him. but shit.

sometimes you just got extra clingy.

'you know I dont like your friends.'

'I know baby lol'

he wasn't giving you enough, so you pressed the call button.

no answer.

you squinted, pressing it again, and finally hearing connie with faint music in the background.

you pressed the FaceTime option, holding the camera to where you could see your face, and your perfectly visible cleavage, sitting nicely in the camera.

you stared at connie as you saw him walk around of the house he was in, looking down at the camera as he made his way outside.

"bae, I told you ima be at home soon. why you keep blowing my shit up?"

"cus I miss you, dont you miss me?"

connie stared at you in the camera, glancing up and away from It before biting his lip, looking back down. "you know I do."

a smile crept onto your face. "so come home."

connie rubbed his forehead, inhaling and exhaling. "cmon baby... you get to have me all night, every single day. I cant hang wit my homeboys for a night?"

one side of your upper lip raised and you rolled your eyes, sighing.

connie already knew you'd get an attitude, but when don't you have one? in this case, at least.

"fuck, y/n." he felt himself getting slight irritated. he was having fun.

then again... coming home to you earlier than planned didn't seem like such a bad idea.

he sighed again.

you already knew his answer. "you know what? stay out." you hung up and put your phone on do not disturb, swiping off of the messages. you swiped down to your Lock Screen, watching as Connies messages came in.

'you know how much u piss me off sometimes?'

'like u dtm, but you know that'

'ima be home soon ma, calm ts down'

you swiped to the side, going straight to your camera, and hopping up from the bed. if he didn't wanna come home to perfection, you'd just have to show him what he was missing.

you went to the bathroom, and looked at yourself in the mirror.

"do I want... to put shorts on?"

hmm... no.

you held your phone, posing cutely in your big mirror, getting your best angle.

right when you found your favorite picture, you went straight to instagram and on your story.

only adding a simple red heart, and pressing the post button.

with a small smile, you walked back into your shared bedroom and laid across the bed, lazily scrolling on social media.

you constantly swiped down to your lock screen, checking your notifications for your likes. through out all the likes and replies you received, all the heart eyes, none of them were your boyfriend.

"fuck nigga." you mumbled to yourself, rolling your eyes.

another hour of temptation to text him, to keep spamming him, passed. still no sound of the door opening, no reply or like.

you got the genius thought to check your story views, knowing he's normally at the top. but again, nothing.

now, you started to really get irritated. and another hour passed. you'd already given up on checking anything from connie.

but, without thinking, you swiped to your lock screen to check the time.

3 missed calls.

5 new messages, 30 mins ago.

yep, your heart was in your fat ass.

hesitantly pressing Connies contact name, you read through the messages, your heart speeding up.

'wtf yo problem is?'

'delete ts you literally in yo fuckin panties.'

'answer the phone'

'why you playin?'

'nvm dont worry bout it lmfao 😂'

before you could even start typing, and telling him how you'd take it down, you heard the knob to the front door, instantly making you sit up in bed and look towards the closed door of your bedroom.

you heard his keys hit the kitchen table and heard his footsteps on the stairs, slowly coming toward the door.

quickly throwing your phone to the end of the bed, you grabbed the remote and turned the tv up, pretending you were busy watching it. you didn't know if he'd believe you didn't see your phone, but you know connie knew you better than you knew yourself.

hearing him stop at the door, then after a few seconds come in silently, only made your heart start to race more.

but you thought about it. he went all night, lying like he'd be home soon. he had no reason to be mad.

when connie made his way in the room, he took his shoes off by the door, and pulled off his hoodie, going straight to the bathroom.

you only looked his way when the door was finally closed.

he was showering, totally forgot about what you posted... you think.

you grabbed your phone and quickly deleted the picture off of your story, tossing it back to the end of the bed.

minutes passed, and connie walked out of the steamy bathroom, cutting the light off behind him in only shorts, and no shirt. his body was shiny, sweaty you were guessing, and it made him look so good.

but that was the last of your worries right now.

completely ignoring the fact that you were "watching tv", he cut his game on, grabbing his controller, and picking through which game he wanted to play.

"you aint see me watching tv?" you frowned at him, tilting your head as his back faced you.

he didn't reply.

you smacked your lips. "you so..." you only shook your head and grabbed your phone. connie glanced back at you with a completely straight face.

basically telling you to shut the fuck up without actually saying anything.

and you cant lie... you did just that. but your patience grew thin. you didn't practically beg for your boyfriend to come home just to be neglected by him.

for what, so that he could play a stupid game with the same people he literally just saw?

hell no.

but, you stayed quiet, letting another hour pass by.

12:36AM.

you sat criss crossed in the middle of the bed, on your phone. every now and then glancing up whenever you heard connies small curses under his breath, or whenever you heard him groan, or look at the ceiling.

looking up at the tv, he was playing one of the games he hated the most, because he'd always lose. even you knew that.

why the fuck is he playing a game he never beats.

that's when connie paused the game on the main screen, and tossed the controller on the small table underneath your tv.

staring at the back of his head, you waited, just to see his next move.

he just stared at the wall before reaching back to grab his phone, turning his body to the side with the action. your eyes quickly drifted back down to your own phone, not even wanting to piss him off.

he huffed, checking the time on his phone and putting it back down.

his eyes made their way to you. you only sat there, not daring to look at him. but the longer he stared, made you finally look at him.

his face was completely emotionless.

'fuck.' you thought to yourself.

your mind instantly went in defensive mode. "you were out all night, and I missed you. so you can get over that shit." you mumbled the last part, but connie could hear it perfectly.

"you aint see yo phone?"

"connie, you-"

"did you. or did you not. see your phone?"

you just stared at him, before slowly rolling your eyes. connie could feel his nerves being poked at.

that's when he got on the bed, fully. snatching your phone from your hand, and grabbing your jaw.

"you piss me off more than anybody. you know that shit?" he scanned your face, and you just looked to the side. "look at me."

you looked into Connies eyes.

"you know that?"

biting your lip nervously, you slowly nodded.

Connies eyes lowered at you, as he pushed you back on the bed, licking the inside of his cheek. he grabbed your legs, pushing them apart.

his gaze trailed down between your legs, seeing that you were already turned on, and your panties were already damp.

"this all you wanted." connie looked at you like you were just pathetic, but in his mind, he was just sick of your shit. but damn, he missed you tonight more than anything.

with one of his hands under your leg, right behind your knee, and another on your waist, he moved it down to your clit, right over your panties.

putting a soft amount of pressure, it made you inhale and bite your lip, moving your hips against his thumb.

but when you saw him look up at you, his face said 'stop.'

you furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a face of pleases and sorries. "connieee... I just missed you..." you looked into his eyes, reaching down to tug at his waist band. "I deleted the picture..."

connie bit his cheek, his eyes moving down to your hand as you pulled him closer to you by his hips.

you could easy see his boner through his basketball shorts, but he wasn't going for it, so he looked from your hands to your face, still biting his cheek, breathing so heavy you could hear it.

he just watched you struggle, and you hated it.

you were so needy for him.

he moved your hand and moved back, sitting normally on the end of the bed.

you quickly shook your head. "baby, come onnn" you whined, crawling back over to him, starting to kiss on his neck.

connie would be lying if he said he wasn't getting more and more turned on by your actions. his face was so damn good as hiding it, but his dick told you different.

"please?" you tilted your head at him, grabbing his hand and moving it down back between your legs.

an amused, but still denying look came across his face as he looked you up and down. you moved his hand to your breast, hoping he'd give in.

he only sighed, legs spread. he slowly looked down at his boner, and back up at you. he stared right into your eyes, he knew the exact apology he'd take. and you did too.

you, still beside him, got on your hands and knees on the bed, arch perfectly in view for your boyfriend.

he watched at you reached in his pants, pulling them down a little, and taking him in your hand. you looked at him once again, before finally leaning down and softly licking him tip, making his dick jump a little.

you slowly lowered your mouth around the tip, sucking softly. connie let out a low groan, biting his lip and grabbing your hair, pushing you lower.

"go low." was the only thing he muttered.

feeling yourself start to gag, you did exactly what he said, letting connie lean back on his hands, staring down at you.

why did you have to be so damn pretty, but such a fuckin problem?

your eyes started to water as you bobbed your head, connie moving his hand to your hips and up your back.

he slowly started thrusting against your throat, letting out a shaky breath. "fuck..." he whispered, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up.

his hand moved to your neck, putting more pressure on it than usual, and pulling you in for a kiss. his kisses were so aggressive, and feeling his soft tongue on yours just made you even more desperate.

letting go of your throat and gripping your jaw, he looked into your eyes again. "I cant stand the fuckin stupid shit you do."

a tear dripping from your eye from the pressure on your throat, you smiled softly. "I know."

connie slowly shook his head, getting off the bed and standing in front of you, you were about to lay on your back, but connie flipped you on your stomach.

"hell naw" he muttered, grabbing your hips and lifting you to your knees, aggressively pulling your panties down and pushing your back down into an arch.

"wait, wait-" before you could even protest about having to get adjusted to his size, because honestly, connie had a big dick, you felt him quickly thrust into you, making you instantly grip the sheets.

"fuck! con!" you reached back, but that only made things worse, you should've known.

he stretched you out, and he loved the way you fluttered around him, whether it was due to pain or pleasure. he didn't really care either.

you tried to pull yourself away as his thrusts got quicker and harder, biting your lip, probably to the point of bleeding, "connieee!"

"fuck you goin?" he breathed out, pulling you back toward him by your hips, only to go deeper.

"fu..ck... im- im sorry pa.." you whined. feeling him deep in your stomach almost, the only thing you could do was apologize.

"huh?" connie frowned, reaching up to grab your neck. and fuck, it only made you arch even more.

"mmh... yo shit too tight..." connie leaned forward, slowing down and grabbing your chin with his hand. he pulled your head back, slowly thrusting deeper into you.

"you missed me? huh? or you missed getting fucked?" connie wrapped his other arm around your stomach.

"too.. deep.. connie please" you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"please, what? stop fuckin you like this?"

you nodded slowly, and with that, connie pulled out, taking your panties from around your ankles and tossing them to the side.

he rolled you over to your back, leaning down towards you again. all of a sudden, you felt yourself falling into another deep wave of pleasure. "fuck!" you moaned out, pushing against Connies hips.

he only pulled you closer to him again, just to fuck you deeper, and the arches out of shock weren't helping.

"come on, you been takin me like a champ all these other nights, what's different?" he looked down, watching you throb around him, completely hypnotized by you.

and he hadn't smiled during any of this yet. that's what was different.

this was pure frustration and punishment. you knew you would get it, but not like this.

"connie... I cant-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he sharply thrusted into you again, after all those deep, slow strokes.

he was driving you crazy.

"cant what? you cant take it?" he finally looked at your face.

"look at me when I fuck you, y/n."

you practically had to peel your eyes open, them rolling back every deep stroke. connie slowly shook his head at you, as tear drops trailed down your cheeks, and sniffle sounds came from your nose and mouth.

"my baby..." he grabbed your cheek, watching as you held his wrist tightly, soft whimpers and moans leaving your mouth with every thrust.

he wiped your tears, leaning over and kissing you, softly biting your lip as he pulled away, just to look at you again.

your eyes were pink and glossy, but you loved every minute of this.

"hold me." he mumbled.

and you did just that, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. "I love you..." you whispered. connie hummed lowly, using his hand to open your legs wider and move it to your clit, rubbing in quick circles and quickening his thrusting pace.

you started to let out soft, quick and choppy moans. "slow... slowww..." you whined, letting connie go and gripping the sheets beside your head.

connie bit his lip, frowning and looking at you, shaking his head.

"p-please" you whispered, twitching as connie fucked you through your orgasm. you went completely silent, your legs shaking and your body twitching, before letting out a loud gasp and crying out your last moan.

still going, connie purposely made you feel every bit of your orgasm, licking his lips and staring at you deeply before pulling out and grabbing his dick, softly rubbing his tip on your clit, feeling it twitch against him.

"look atchu. begging me to come home and cant even take dick right." connie fixed his self, watching you as you laid there, legs still open.

what could you even say?

connie softly grabbed your face, squishing it slowly shaking it side to side, "stop allat whining. im done." he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you one more time and patting your breast twice.

he walked over to sit on the end of the bed again, grabbing the controller, not even bothering to clean you up or wash his hands.

"and I love you too."

clearly.

[summergirlxx]

.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ deer hybrid!reader x bear shifter!price

18+ only. afab reader. hibernation. kidnapping kinda. first time meeting. mw4 price with a beard. age gap. not mentioned but yk. prone bone. unprotected p in v. breeding kink. somnophilia. daddy kink. cream pie. fingering. spitting. anal.

.˳˳✧.⋅ॱ word count: 2.1k

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Deer shifter!reader that likes frolicking through the woods with cool winter-around-the-corner air blowing into your hair and nipping at the ears that sprout from the top of your head. Follow the trail, don’t worry too much when you wander off it because the woods are second nature to you…until you get caught in a foothold trap. Ears glued to your skull, panicked bawls tumbling past your lips as you fumble with the trap through the blur of tears in your eyes.

Too distracted to notice bear shifter!Price who hears you from his cabin and follows your pathetic cries with thundering steps. Scoffs when he sees you caught in the trap left by one of those local hunters, in his backyard nonetheless.

You squeal, freeze like a deer in headlights when he comes into vision, failing to scramble away when he snatches you by the calf to keep you still.

The warmth radiating from his palm courses through your bones, makes you fuzzy and relaxed. Has you pliable when he sucks a gruff breath in and snatches you up, soft bleat making him growl lowly in his chest.

He’s so warm, smells of smoke and sweat that drives you crazy. Makes heat coil in your stomach and eyes go half-lidded with drowsiness.

He’s impossibly big, broad shoulders under your palms, soft pudge smashed against your hips, and a wide arm covered in dark coarse hair pining you to him. Has a beard too, full and thick, covered in that scent that has you fantasizing turning your cheeks raw with how much you nuzzle into it.

You don’t question where he’s taking you, couldn’t run with the distant throb in your ankle, not that you really wanted to with the warm admiration growing in your chest. Gaze fixed on the side of his face, shiver shooting down your spine at the sharpness of his features.

“What’s your name?” You manage to murmur.

“Price.” He grunts, low growl in the back of his throat. The gruffness of his words sends a blanket of drowsiness over you. Rumble that you feel against your chest has your tail swishing, rubbing against his forearm. You bleat at the feel, love your fur against the roughness of his own.

He looks at you then, has your ears flattening, tail moving quicker. Gulp at the bulging vein in his neck and sweat collected at his brow. You imagine licking it off.

Your name tumbles past your lips even though he never asked, heart squeezing when he turns away with a clench of his jaw. A heavy paw pets at your ears. Makes you shiver and whine softly, has you melting into his shoulder with a yawn.

“Big day f’r ya tomorrow, little doe.” He rasps, settles his paw at your neck till you fall asleep. Keeps his twitchy and too-easy trusting little mate pressed to his chest until he makes it to his cabin. Room smokey with half blown out candles and a lit fire place, windows covered, pantry stocked, and once he locks the door behind him, no one goes out.

You hum lowly in your throat against his neck, puff soft breaths that have something hot and angry boiling in Price’s chest. Make him chuff and uneasy until you’re tucked into his chest and buried in his bed. Covered and protected in his scent, Price rumbles with satisfaction, noses into your neck so he can fall asleep to the one thing he’s been waiting for.

You wake with a start. Throw off whatever’s covering you because you’re burning alive. Would panic about the glue that keeps your eyes closed, but it takes everything out of you just to sluggishly peel off your sweat ridden clothes.

Wake up sometime later with slow blinks to a ceiling, exhaustion so heavy behind the back of your eyes that your eyes flutter shut for just a second and you’re sleep again.

You rouse with the sound of snoring. Obnoxious bellows that end with a low growl, make you huff and puff into a sitting position. Palm at your face to see past the sleepies in your eyes. Room covered in soft light from a dozens of candles and Price who’s so loud you fall back onto his pillow of an arm to shove at his chest.

Contact making your skin prickle and now you only notice you’re somehow naked. Nipples pebbled and legs so slick from the furious throb between your legs. He doesn’t even stir, you pout, shake his chest and run your palms through his soft fur.

Mind so dazed and thoughts soft around the edges, you don’t even blink an eye at your situation. It feels so natural to be curled into Prices side, only when he’s quiet though. A hum sings in the back of your throat as you fight the need to shove the covers down his stomach to feast on the pudge of it just so you can get him to shut up.

“Price.” You whine, bawl escaping your throat and boy he jumps up then. Eyes quick to find and scan over you before huffing and rolling from his back to sling a heavy arm around your waist. Face so close that your tail sings.

“What?” He chuffs, voice gruff with sleep and eyes glazed as they drift to your chest. His hand paw at your waist, callouses scraping over your back.

You bleat, arch your chest forward at the attention and almost forget your words till you scramble your thoughts back. “Stop snoring. Too loud.” You huff.

Price growls, makes your instinct howl as you flatten to the bed, but your tail never stops flickering. Hands finding purchase at the hair that covers his chest, mewl at the smell of him blanketing you.

He leans down, presses his nose to your nipple and chuffs as he takes in your smell. You keen at the quick breaths caressing your skin, sends pulses between your legs. Tail working in quick speed when he laves a languid strip across your nipples. Tongue big and rough, scraps at your skin and makes you mush.

Soft tuffs of air snort from your nose as you fight against the sleep that tugs at your mind. Chirp and dig your nails into his thick hair when he nuzzles his beard into your skin.

You reawaken and doze off dozens of times before you’re finally able to keep your eyes open for longer than a second. Don’t know how long you’ve been there and don’t really question it because Price feels so good pressed against you. So warm and soft and you’d want to curl into his skin if you could.

Pinned to the bed now, Price pressed firmly to your back and the feel of his chest hair rubbing against you makes you moan lowly. Has Price stirring awake and shoving his face to your neck.

“Price.” You whine, body shuddering and legs slipping against each other. Need coiling in your stomach that fuels the raise of your hips.

Price growls, paws at your hips and fits his heavy cock between your ass. You bleat pathetically, keen at the throb of his cock. Mind buzzing as you blabber. “Inside, inside.”

Price braces a heavy arm at the side of your head, hand skimming a slow trail down your back to knock a knuckle against your wagging tail, draws a chirp and shudder from you before lining himself up.

“Big stretch coming, little doe.” He rasps into the ears at your head, has your spine locking up and when he slowly pushes in you bawl loudly, braining whiting out and when you nod back to reality, your body’s lurching forward in a steady rhythm.

Lewd, wet slaps echoing in your ear until your mind clears of the dazed fog to register the loud, broken moans tumbling from your lips.

Price groans, settles his weight on your back and gives short, sharp thrusts into your sloppy cunt. Every push in you swear you can feel him in your throat.

He chuffs into your ears, makes them twitch and send shock waves to your clit. Price can feel the brush of your tail against his stomach, drives him mad, makes him really put his back into it.

There’s a delicious burn from how wide Price stretches you. Feeling surging through your body every time he humps into you. Has sweat collecting on your brow, hands finding purchase on the bed sheets. Eyes rolling at the flex of his forearms at either side of your head.

Your nipples rub against the bed every times Price sends you forward, has your mind buzzing and hand flying up to his wrist braced in front of you. Admiring how small you are to him, how rough and hairy he is.

Quick pants adding to the heat coiling around you two. A thin layer of perspiration coating both your bodies that allows your scents to mix into the air, drive you both lightheaded.

You keen, clit slamming just right into the bed when Price slams hard, whines when he lifts your hips away and higher to get a better angle at your womb. Hopes that his seed will catch and you’ll be big and swollen with his cubs come spring.

He grunts and growls, sound sent right into your ears. Works you up and has you babbling. “Feels so good, Price.” You hiccup through tears blurring your vision. “So big and warm! ‘M so full.”

“Daddy.” He growls with a sharp thrust into your leaky pussy. One that travels up your spine and makes you woozy. “Call me Daddy, doe.”

You squeal, flutter around him at his authority. Chant his name in your mind until it bubbles from your throat, tear slipping down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Price croaks down into the space between you both, eyes on the froth collecting at the base of his cock from your needy cunt.

Head falling onto the bed, too tired to keep it up. Mouth opening and moaning so drool leaks out onto Prices fingers.

“Cock hungry deer.” He seethes, gripping your jaw to smash your lips together. You do your best to keep up, but the fierceness of Price’s movements makes drool slip down your chin and teeth clink together. Beard scratching your face and making you squeeze around him.

Price licks the strip of combined saliva off your chin and spits it back in your mouth, watches you gulp it down before quickening his pace.

You feel him so deep inside you, pussy stretched wide around his bulging cock. You whine when you feel him a little too much, tell him to slow down and he only laughs.

“Is Daddy’s cock being mean, baby? Too rough for your little pussy? But you’re sucking Daddy in so good baby, you sure you want me to slow down?” He coos, brushes his beard against your sensitive ears.

“No, Daddy. Please don’t stop. It’s feels s’good!”

You moan, his scent making your ass push higher into his thrusts, upcoming orgasm making you whiny, hips fucking back into him.

Price groans when he shifts off you, mesmerized at the sight of you pushing back into him that for a second he stops, has to grind his teeth together to stop from cumming into you too early. Watches you moan mindlessly with your eyes clenched shut, back arched as you shove your ass into his hips. Curse at the jiggle of yours hips, can tell you’re gonna cum the way you flutter around him, so he bullies his cock into you with long, quick thrusts, grunts and clenches his jaw with each jerk forward.

“Cum with me, little doe. Gonna blow my load inside you. Get you to give Daddy a baby.“

You squeal when you cum, pussy squeezing so tightly that one last lazy thrust from Price is all it takes for him to spill into you with a groan. Teeth sinking into your neck during your orgasm that you don’t even feel it, only catch Price laving at the spot as you huff tiredly against the bed.

Hot and sweaty and buzzing with satisfaction, Price slumps against you, doesn’t pull out to make sure his cum stays inside of you for a good while. Gives a shallow thrust for good measure that makes you both groan.

You feel his cum leak out, shiver despite the furnace at your back and mewl softly. Price licks up sweat lacing your neck and chuffs into the crease of it, lulls you to sleep to dream of your stomach big and round.

Wake up again later to Price fingering his fallen cum back into your pussy, makes you cum on his fingers before eating it out of you and testing your resistance at your back door. Only squeak initially before relaxing once his finger breaches through.

“Good doe.”

[raya-hunter01]

A Couple Minutes

Jey Uso One shot

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC Ebony

Word Count: 7,446

Warning: Fluff, breakups, reconciliation

Jey Uso breaks up with his girlfriend Ebony during the height of the COVID era, pushing her to pursue her dreams. What happens when Ebony shows up five years later, a well-known Broadway star, to watch Jey win the World Heavyweight Championship at WrestleMania.

Will they find their way back to each other? Or have they shared their last couple of minutes together?

May 2020

Jey’s & Ebony’s House

Atlanta, Ga

Ebony's Pov

“This all you got left right sis?” Jimmy asked, coming out of the bedroom I shared with his twin brother for the last four years carrying a big box.

“Yea, that’s the last big box. I know you barely got room left in your car and mine filled to the brim.”

“Yea, it is..  I’mma go back to da house to put this stuff in the pool house.”

“Ok, I’m right behind you, just gon’ finish packin’ this small box,” I sighed trying to hurry up.

“Ok, sis..I’ll see you at da house,” he said closing the door behind him. I sighed grabbing a few pictures and my other things that I didn’t want to part with.

 “Well, that’s it,” I whispered, packing and taping up the final box. Then I heard it, the front door opened, then closed. ..Ugh, damn him..He promised he wasn’t going to come home till I left.

“Baby-”

“Jey, I’m just getting the last of my stuff and I’ll be outta your hair.”

“I wanna talk to you, baby. I want you to understand-”

 “It’s nothing to talk about or understand.”

“Ebony, can you just stop for a second and look at me, Ma.” Jey's voice cracked, coming further into the living room. I froze; I didn’t want to look at him. If I did, I'd cry.

And if I cried, I didn’t know if I could walk out that door and leave him.

Jey gently pulled the box from my hands. “Ion wanna leave it like dis. We mean too much to each other to do dat.” The tears I had been fighting all morning began to burn my eyes as I fought to hold them in.

“Jey...”

“Ebony, I love you,” he said, hands grasping mine as I finally looked at him. Just sayin’ he loved me was breaking him down. Tears filled his eyes as I tried to process how we even got here if he felt this strongly.. “I love you so much, it hurts to breathe Ebs.”

“Then why are you breakin’ up with me?” I asked, with what little strength I had left. I was just tired.

“Because I love you and I want what’s best for you.”

“That don't make no sense, Jey.”

“It does if you just listen-… Really listen to me, baby.”

“I’m tired of listenin’!” I cried out in frustration. “That’s all I been doin’ is listenin to you, Jey! So can we just stop talkin’ bout it? I’m tired.”

Jey gently caressed my cheek. “Ebony...You so talented baby. You need to share dat and let da world hear it,” his voice full of conviction in spite of the tears still gathering in his beautiful brown eyes.

“I don't care about that,” I sighed closing my eyes unable to look at him.

“Well, I do, Ma…Please understand,” he pleaded.

“Why do you care if I don’t?” I asked, glancing back at him wishing I hadn’t, seeing tears streaming down his face.

“I care because you got Broadway or somethin’ greater callin’ yo’ name and you sittin’ here waitin’ on me to get my shit together.”

“Because I wanted too, Jey. We had a plan-”

He laughed sadly, cuttin’ me off. “Yea, me travelin’ da world three hundred days outta the year, uprooting you whenever I feel like it.”

“Jey-”

“You waitin’ at home all alone…Having you at the shows but still can’t be wit you how I want cause of all the shit we have to do before the show. “

“It doesn’t bother me..I have to work too-”

“Yea, all alone on Roman's bus trying to work remote, while me and Jimmy tryin’ to get to the next level. That ain’t fair to you, i’m tyin’ you down, Ma and ion want dat. You literally have to take Covid tests to come in the fuckin’ PC every week.”

“I love to travel with you; I love being there for you.  We had a plan, Jey….. In five years, you’d be more settled, making more money, then we’d get a house in New York and I would pursue my music.”

Jey closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine.

"I don't want you livin' your life around my schedule, I done let you do it long enough and you deserve to chase your dreams too.”

“That isn’t your choice to make for me-”

“You think ion know you did that virtual audition and got that part in dat Broadway play but you took the remote job instead?"

That was all it took…I broke, I couldn’t stop it. “What I’mma take it for just to be in New York alone waiting for this shutdown to pass. They didn’t even know when they were going to be able to go back to work with all these Covid cases. I just wanted to audition to get a feel of what it was like and get that experience.”

Jey pulled her into his arms “I know but -”

“If you know why you are trying to change my mind. We had a plan-”

“Because sometimes plans change. I know you wanna sing and ion want you to wake up one day and regret this..Regret us.”

“I won't, I promise,” I whispered burying my face in his chest.

“I’m not where I want to be in my career and I’m just draggin’ you around wit me. Jimmy goin’ in for surgery next week, I don’t even know if they gon’ renew my contract.”

“They are I know they are, because you are meant to be a star, Jey. You’re going to be world champion one day; I really believe that because I believe in you.”

“You don't know that for sure Ebs, and I love you enough to do what I gotta do even if you hate me right now. I can’t keep lettin’ you do this.”

“I could never hate you…I love you, too even though this hurts.”

“I know that and I’d father cut my own hand off than hurt you.” His voice was raw, full of emotion as he gently kissed me with so much passion and love I felt a glimmer of hope until it dawned on my he was savoring the moment.

 Every breath..Every piece of me as he held me close…Slow..Painful..Final.

So final neither of us wanted to move as we slowly pulled apart.

“Three minutes…I Jus ain’t ready yet,” he pleaded barley above a whisper as my eyes filled with even more tears as I nodded in understanding.

Three minutes before I walk out that door and everything changes. Three minutes before we become strangers and all the good times we’ve shared becoming bittersweet memories.

“Three minutes,” I exhaled as we walked over to the couch together and sat down.” The couch that had witnessed many movie nights, lazy days, arguments, laughter, holidays, makin’ love, and most importantly our hopes and dreams for the future.

Jey wrapped both arms around me, holding me as tightly as he could. I turned into him; my feet draped across his lap and my head against his chest. Our quiet tears rendering us unable to speak as he gently kissed my forehead.

Jey’s POV

I couldn’t help thinkin’ about da many days and nights we spent on this couch. How it became our safe space during the best and worst of times.

I knew letting her go was the right thing to do but I couldn’t make my heart understand it.

Trying to be strong, I ignored the way my chest ached, and how my throat was burning. Everything inside me telling me it was a mistake, we could make it work, but I knew lovin’ somebody didn’t always meant stayin’.

Sometimes it was about stepping aside and hoping the person you loved found everything they deserved and if it was meant to be it would be.

Three minutes came and went, neither of us acknowledging the time…We just held each other, neither of us wanting to admit this probably would be the last time we would see each other.

How life unfortunately would go on after she walked out that door. “I love you,” I whispered unable to stop myself as Ebony lifted her head slightly to look at me. Her eyes, hauntingly beautiful, full of love and hope, but broken.

“I love you, too.”

I couldn’t help it; I had to kiss her one last time. “When we're older,” she whispered against my lips as I nodded, stealing a searing kiss.

“When we're older,” I sighed, holding her even tighter refusing to let go. I didn’t want this to end.. I didn’t want to imagine doin’ this shit without her by my side…But I had too.

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Five Years Later

Las Vegas, Nevada

WrestleMania 41

Ebony’s POV

“Oh my god did that just happen?” Trin squealed as I hugged her again.

“Yes, ma’am it did, he won,” I smiled trying to calm myself down. Jey had just defeated Gunther to win the World Heavyweight Championship to open up the show.

“Send me those pictures, I’m going to post them later.”

“Excuse me Ms. London,” I heard someone ask softly before I could answer Trin.

As I turned, I was met by a an older woman and a little girl who looked to be about six years old.

“Hello,” I whispered back with a smile. “We’re sorry to bother you but do you think my daughter can get a picture with you,” she asked as I nodded. The little girl came closer, almost starstruck as I kneeled down to hug her.

“I love you, Ms. Angelica Schuyler.” she said innocently as I chuckled. So, she was a Hamilton fan. “Well, I love you too, sweetie. Do you want to take a picture,” I asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck tighter. “Yes ma’am.”

As we posed for a few pictures, Trin grabbed my phone and snapped a few pictures as well. “Thank you so much for coming over to see me. What’s your name?”

“It’s Abby,” she said shyly as I gave her another hug. “Well, thank you Abby, you made my day coming over to speak to me,” I told her as her little face lit up.

“Thank you so much for this I just couldn’t let the moment pass. We saw Hamilton on Disney plus and she’s been a fan ever since. We spotted you the moment you came in.”

“It’s no problem, it was nice to meet you both,” I assured her giving the little girl one more hug before they left.

“My sister done got famous as hell.”

“No, I haven’t, Trin I’m just me,” I said as she gave me back my phone.

“Whatever you say, I sent myself those pictures too. I got to go meet security; Jimmy just text me.

“Ok, well give me a hug then, I’mma gon’ head out.”

“What? You ain’t coming back with me?” Trin asked as I shook my head.

“Nah, I don’t want to make it awkward,” I said giving her a hug.

“Girl, that man misses you.”

“He is seeing someone Trin or whatever they doin’ together,” I whispered somewhat hurt thinking about him touching someone else. “How you know bout Asia?” She asked, pulling her hat down a little further trying to stay hidden.

“Let’s just say I have my own little birdies who keep me in the loop.”

“Roman, I bet,” she said as I laughed. “Why you assume it’s him?”

“’Cause ya’ll always been tight outside of you and Jimmy. If it ain’t him, maybe it’s Solo…He’s your third favorite,” she said and I pointed at her.

“Bingo, but it’s cool. He was just warning me if I saw anything, but  I told him I was just coming to see his match and leave. I got an early show tomorrow.”

“Yea, but I hate you didn’t tell me you were here earlier. We could have hung out today. Though coming out here and finding you standing by our seats was an amazing surprise.”

“I didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position hanging out with ya brother-in laws ex and cause problems.”

“Girl, you ain’t no ex…You family…Always. I just wish ya’ll would talk to each other.”

“Trin, we haven’t talked in five years,” I sighed standing up putting on my jacket. “We broke up and life went on.”

“And ya’ll both done accomplished what was the whole point of the break up to begin with. That’s all the more reason ya’ll need to have a conversation.”

“Eh, maybe one day but not today… I just wanted to come, support him and go on my way.”

“Well promise to keep in touch and keep me updated on this new project,” she said giving me one last hug.

“I will..Love you and give everybody my love.:

“Will do,” she whispered before heading back to meet back up with Jimmy.

I waited for Roman’s security team to come get me. I didn’t want to take a chance of running into Jey or anybody for that matter backstage.

Thankfully they came shortly after and whisked me away before anyone really saw me. I was still blown away by how much Roman and Jimmy cared about me being here on the biggest night of Jey’s career thus far.

How they made sure I got here, wasn’t bothered, and was able to slip out unnoticed should definitely be studied.

On the way back to the airport, I saw Trin had already made a post and tagged me. “Damn 3000 likes and it’s barely been posted 30 minutes ago,” I laughed.

Seeing Jey and Jimmy in the background celebrating just did something to my spirit. I responded to her post and told Jey congrats and got off. Cracking a small smile, I had an idea. I went to Jey’s Instagram page and sent him a quick personal message before putting my phone back in my purse with shaky hands.

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Jey's Locker Room

Jey’s POV

“I got something to show you, but I don’t want you to get mad,” Trin said as Jimmy shook his head. “He ain’t gon’ be mad just show him,” he said as she handed me her phone.

I looked at Trin’s phone in shock. “Wait, Ebony was here?”

“Yep, we got to catch up a little and cheered for you like crazy. She’s real proud of you,” Trin said not seeing the problem..I mean it wasn’t one, but damn why didn’t she come backstage to let me see her.

“So, ya’ll really watched my match together, then she left?”

“Yea, she had to get back to New York.”

“Why you didn’t text me before my match? I could have seen her.” I was becoming agitated because I could have seen her, talked to her, hell touched her.

“She didn’t want me to tell you she was here and I found out at the last minute that she was here. I literally walked to my seat and there she was cause somebody-”

“Don’t say somebody, I did it. I knew you both needed it and I was right. Plus, I knew she would want to see this twin do his thing. Roman got her here and I got the tickets,” Jimmy said as I sighed giving Trin back her phone. 

“Thank you for doin’ dat, twin. You and big uce.. I just wish I coulda seen her.” Picking up my phone, I saw I had a lot of Instagram notifications of DMs. I almost ignored them, as I always did, till I saw a familiar name amid the others.

“EbonyBroadway sent you a message request,” I mumbled, rushing to read it as Trin squealed.

“Yes, finally some communication, damn!  What she say?”

 “It’s private, sis” I said without looking up. She really had reached out to me even though I didn’t get to see her.

“We gon’ let you get dressed,” Jimmy said as I nodded, still looking at her message in disbelief. “I told you congrats on Trin's post; I hope that was ok. I also know how you are about social media, so I decided to message you just to say congratulations again... And to tell you thank you.” I frowned.

Thank you?..... Why was she thanking me? Then, all of a sudden it hit me. The Broadway shows, the awards she had won, the life she had built. She was thanking me for letting her go.

I felt my eyes welling up because after everything... After all the pain. After all these years, she still didn't hate me. She understood. I sighed in relief, lowering my head. For five years I wondered if she'd ever forgive me. If she'd ever understood why and now, I had my answer.

 I wanted to tell her I never stopped loving her. Beg her to come back to me, dat we old enough now. Tell her how I think about her everyday.  Instead, I kept it simple and short. “Thank you, baby. Congrats on everything, I ‘m so prouda you, Ebs.”

 I stared at the message wondering should I take the word baby out, but I hit send anyway releasing the breath I was holding when she loved what I had typed.

 I waited a few minutes to see if she would respond but she didn’t. I took a chance and followed her Instagram and she almost instantly followed me back.

“When we’re older, Ebs,” I mumbled, smiling to myself going to go shower.

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Two Weeks Later

Memphis, TN

Jey’s Hotel Room

Jey’s POV

I rushed back from Raw to catch Shawn Stockman's show, On That Note. Trin had called me earlier to remind me that Ebony’s episode was airing tonight.  After I got out of the shower, I set up my iPad and sat at the desk.

Damn, I had time zones confused, the damn interview had already started.

“So last night you won your first Tony Award for your role as Angelica Schuyler in the Broadway play Hamilton. A role you’ve been playin’ for the last five years. A role that you’ve won many awards for, but that Tony just seemed out of your grasp.

“Yes, I did; the streak is finally over.. I won the damn thing, Shawn,” she laughed. “Then my best friend Trin was there; she flew in from Florida to go with me to the Tonys; it was really special”.

“I know that must of felt awesome to have her there with you?”

“Yes, it really did and she’s extending her stay so we’re gonna have some girl time this week and celebrate.”

“I know your schedule is chaotic so that’s good you are going to get a break after this. Have you had a chance to watch it back?” Shawn asked as she shook her head.

 “No, we performed after that, then I had I press and I had to come here this morning.”

“Well, let’s take a look.”

“And best actress in a musical goes to." A five-way screen that had live cameras on Ebony and the other actresses suddenly filled the screen. All smiling, but you could tell they were nervous.

“OMG! The streak is over! Ebony London for Hamilton!”

Instant tears pooled in her eyes as she hugged Trin, then the guy beside her. Then he helped her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before grabbing the train of her dress.

“Who the fuck is that?” I growled like I didn’t have my own situationship going on with Asia. “This is Ebony's fourth nomination for her role as Angelica and her first win,” the show's announcer said as the crowd seemed to clap even louder; hell, even I was clappin'.

I watched as the unknown man helped her walk to the top of the stage, then went back to his seat to stand and clap with the audience, giving her a standing ovation. The whole damn room was standing.

 As Ebony stood at the podium commanding the room with poise and grace, I never felt prouder than I did right now. I didn’t get to see it last night because we had a house show, and I couldn’t find any actual video clips last night, only pictures.  

“Dat’s my girl.. You did it, Ma. Jus look at you.”

She nervously sighed, trying to hold her tears at bay. “Please sit down, you guys.” Humble was an understatement. “I’m really going to miss this,” she said as I frowned. Miss it? Where was she going?

“Five years ago, I almost skipped out on this role, but someone special saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself and selflessly pushed me to move here to New York and take it,” she said, choked up.

“Aw, mama.”

“I had virtually auditioned, got it, turned it down, then took it. I was so pissed off ya’ll, I came to New York kickin’ and screamin’,” she laughed as did the crowd. I chuckled shakin’ my head trying to hold back my tears.

“But because of that selfless action, I’m here today.  I just want to take the time to just say, this isn’t just mine, this is ours,” she said holding up her award with a watery smile.

“Damn right it is!” I yelled, clappin’ again as if she could see me and how proud I was of her. “You did it, baby..You did it,” I whispered, overwhelmed.

“Thank you to my fans, and it’s on to the next chapter and I can’t wait to share it with you all..Thank you.” The music began to play as the crowd clapped and she walked off to the side of the stage with the presenter.

They came back live in the studio, Ebony was smiling at the monitor, then back at Shawn. “ I still can’t believe it. Thank you for that.”

“It was amazing and after hearing your speech, I just have to ask. Does this person know you gave them a shout out?”

“Uh, he probably knows by now, and I know he's going to see this interview because Trin can’t hold water,” she laughed as I heard Trin off-camera. “I haven’t told him nothin’, yet...Thank you very much.”

Shawn laughed as Ebony shrugged her shoulders. “She's going to tell him, but I'm seriously thankful for the journey, though it’s been hard. And we both have fulfilled those dreams we used to talk about lying on our old couch all those years ago.”

All those memories I happily drown in every day. Smiling I pulled out my phone, opened up my Instagram.

I knew I probably shouldn’t, but I wanted her to know how proud of her I was. I went through my camera roll looking for the perfect picture from last night of her that I had saved.

 Finally, I decided on one of her posing with her Tony and posted it on my story.

She deserved her flowers and to know how proud I was of her. I had DM’d her last night, and she told me thanks, but I needed the world to know it, and I don’t give a fuck who didn’t like it.

Jonathonfatu replied to your story. “Dat’s what’s up Twin, let her know…love ya’ll.

Trinity_fatu replied to your story. “Aww brother…Love you and I can’t wait for her to see this. P.S. don’t trip bout ol boy... He’s one of her co-stars and a good friend.”

I never felt such relief in my life. Ok so she wasn’t wit anybody.

Asia_nxt replied to your story. “Uh, why is this bitch on your story and you don’t even post me.”

I shook my head ignoring her message. “Cause dat’s my woman and gon’ always be my woman.” I mumbled to myself.

Romanreigns replied to your story. “I know that win meant the world to her and you. It wasn’t in vain, cuz. I hope ya’ll find the time to finally see each other and talk. Tell her what you feelin’.”

Sighing, I put my phone down, I didn’t feel like responding to anybody. I knew Roman was right though. I needed to tell her how I felt and I had to straighten out my mess with Asia and my damn life in general.

I knew Jalia’s graduation was next week and I knew Ebony would be there, she had to be…I know she wouldn't miss it for the world.

“I’ll talk to her then,” I mumbled to myself finally dozing off.

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One Week Later

Pensacola, Fl

Ebony’s POV

I did not miss Florida traffic I tell you that. I was so happy when Jey and I moved to Atlanta. No, I wasn’t, I hated traffic period and Atlanta wasn’t any better.

 “Damn, fancy neighborhood,” I whispered driving through the swank gated community.

“Yea, it is and where you at,” Trin’s voice boomed through the radio.

“I’m comin’, I swear,” I said as my GPS told me my destination was on the left.

“You must have got caught up in traffic, after we left the school. You know these Samoans be ready to party,” Trin chuckled as I saw Jalia coming out the side gate of the beautiful house as I pulled in.

“Hey auntie!” Jalia yelled waving as I waved back. “Hey baby girl. Trin, I just parked, see you in a minute,” I said hanging up before she could respond.

 I grabbed Jalia’s graduation gift and got out to meet the excited teenager. “Thank you so much again for coming, Aunt Ebony,” Jalia smiled giving me a tight hug, almost knocking me against my rental.

"I told you I wouldn't miss it for the world, sweetie.”

"I'm glad you flew out," Jalia said, as I gave my gift to her and we began to walk towards the back yard.

“Me too baby, everything was beautiful today.” I had went to her graduation but hung back after hearing Jey’s girlfriend at the last minute decided to come. I watched from afar in the stands cheering Jalia on.

“I have I have to tell you something though, I don’t won’t you blindsided,” she said as we reached the gate.

I saw her nervously chewing her bottom lip and instantly knew it wasn’t good.. I took a breath trying to brace myself for whatever bomb she was about to drop. “Okay, what is it?”

“I wanted you to come so bad,” Jalia started, her voice getting lower as she reached out and grabbed my hand.

“I know that’s why I said I would come over, just tell me what's going on, Jalia.”

Jalia leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just want y'all to talk.”

“Jalia what have you done?” I asked my patience wearing thin as she looked away. “I know you would have said no if I told you where the party was,” she groaned, slightly beginning to pace.

I sighed already, having an idea whose house it was. “Jalia who house is this?” I asked as she dropped her head. “Uncle Jey’s,” she whispered as I felt my stomach drop.

I looked around thankful nobody had seen me but her so I could haul ass. “Jalia, does he even know that I was coming here?”

“Uncle Jey was happy when I told him you were coming.”

I swear I couldn’t breathe; this was too much. I looked at Jalia, hope radiating off her as I looked up at the sky silently asking God why. Taking a breath, I gave her a small smile.

“Jalia, he has a girlfriend. You can't just do stuff like this, baby. You can't just plan a meeting in the middle of your graduation party.”

“I just want y'all to talk,” Jalia whispered upset as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a tight, protective hug.

“I know, baby,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to look Jalia in the eye. "But this was wrong. You can't just spring this on me. There are boundaries and people’s feelings.”

Jalia shook her head quickly. “Uncle Jey ain’t even happy with her... She's just... she's just there. She pressured him into it.”

 “Baby, that is their business. It's not my place or yours to swoop in and disrupt whatever they got going on.”

“Don’t leave please, ya’ll need to talk..If ya’ll talk-”

 “I’ll be at your dad’s when ya’ll get home; we can hang out then.” Just as I was about to head back to my car, the gate swung open, startling us.

“There two of my favorite girls! I was just asking Jimmy bout you, Ebony,” Jey’s dad all but yelled, voice just as loud as I remembered.

"Hi, Pop," I said, a genuine smile finally breaking out on my face before I could stop myself. “Hey, sweetie,” He smiled pulling me into a loving, comforting hug.

 “I’ll be back,” Jalia whispered quickly disappearing as I frowned knowing she was up to something.

“I’m so happy to see you, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“Happy to see you, too.”

“I saw you during graduation too.. Tryin’ to hide from us.”

“It wasn’t that, I just didn’t want it to be awkward. Trin told me at the last minute Jey’s girlfriend had decided to come.”

“And she does mean the last minute, only told Jey this morning that she wanted to come,” he sighed shaking his head. “Dat boy gon’ wise up yet.”

“Babe, let her come in! You trying to hold her hostage out here or what?”

I chuckled recognizing Jey’s mom’s voice as she came towards us. I felt myself fighting tears as she opened her arms and I all but collapsed into her arms on autopilot.

“I know you weren’t tryin’ to leave without comin’ to say hey to me,” she asked as I looked over at Jalia who had shrugged her shoulders…Little snitch.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ion care who don’t like it, but don’t you ever come somewhere we are and not come say hi, young lady,” she scolded gently, the warmth in her eyes betraying her.

“Yes, ma’am.” I smiled, ,wiping my tears. I truly missed her.

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Jey’s Office Jey’s POV

“So we peepin’ out the curtains to spy on our exes now?” Aisa asked as I sighed turning around to face her.

“I just heard talking and looked out to see who it was,” I said honestly because that was what had happened.

 “This ain't gonna work, Jey. You gotta tell Jalia this is the last time that woman will be around. She's your ex for a reason.”

“I'm not going to tell my niece she can't see her Ebony. They close, Asia. You can't just erase a bond like that because of how you feel.”

Asia scoffed, her arms crossed over her chest. “Yea, the whole family loves her apparently. Look, this is dead between you and her, Jey. If you gon’ be with me, you end this today.”

I didn’t even flinch at the ultimatum, I moved from the window “It ain't dead, doh.” My mind da clearest it’s been in five years.

“What did you say?” Asia asked unsure if she heard me right.

 “I said Ebony will never be dead to me, Asia. The love I have for her ain’t gon’ never leave me. She da one I set free praying one day she’d be mine again when da time was right.”

"So, you're choosing her?!” she yelled, slapping me. I took it head on without flinching because I knew I deserved it in some way shape or form.

 “I’m not choosing her over you, and I’m not choosing you over her. I’m choosing me cause I need to get my shit together before I try to be in a relationship wit anybody.”

I watched the anger leave her body. “You’re doing this for her because you never wanted a relationship, and I pushed you?”

“I'm doing it for me, Asia,” I said softly, glancing toward the window. “And for Ebony. The truth is, she deserves the best version of me, and you deserve someone who wants to be in a relationship wit you.”

Asia looked away, the reality of everything sinking in. “The stories everyone was whispering about were true. You really didn't want to break up with her, did you?”

“No, I didn't.”

“So why did you?”

 “I couldn't stand the thought of holding her back. Ebony would have followed me through fire, but then I saw the opportunities she was passing up, the doors she was closing just to stay by my side-”

“You let her go,” Asia finished as I nodded trying to calm myself. Talking about it, was stirring up emotions I knew never left.

“I’m sorry, Asia-”

 “Just stop, I get it, Jey. You love her, that’s why I could never really reach you,” she said defeatedly.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a lump form in my throat. “I really am sorry, Asia.

“I’m sorry too,” she whispered, burying her face against my chest as I held her close.

“You don’t-”

 “No, I kept pushing you, Jey. I kept trying to force a connection that just wasn’t there and I see it now just listening to you talk about her.”

 She pulled back, looked me square in the eyes with a sense of clarity and I felt a little better. “I really hope you two figure it out,” she whispered with a final lingering look before she left me alone in my office in deep thought.

The weight of the last few minutes, hell the last five years seemed to leave my body. I had chosen me. Chosen to give myself the space to process my shit.

My chest feeling lighter as I left went to join my family The sounds of laughter outside filled my heart and I couldn’t wait to join my family. As I rounded the corner, I saw Ebony and my mom talking at the kitchen island.

“We have missed having you around here, baby,” my mother said patting Ebony’s hand as she smiled. “I missed being around, Ma. But I just don’t want to step on any toes. I don’t want to be the reason for any friction.”

My mother scoffed at her. “I understand that and I won’t stop you from leaving but I just needed a moment to see you and to tell you how proud we are of you.”

“I never saw this happening for me, but Jey did…He always did,” Ebony sighed as I felt my throat tighten listening to two of the most important women in my life talk to each other like no time had passed.

“We all saw it in you, and I know you wanna leave but I want you to promise me something before you go.”

“Ok shoot,” Ebony said as my mother smiled brightly at her.

“Whenever you come down to Florida visiting everyone, come by and see an old lady, ok.”

Ebony’s POV

It felt good to talk to Jey’s mom again. I had really missed her and how close we were. “You’ll be one of the first people I call.”

"What about me, Ebs. You gon’ come see me, too.” I stilled… That damn voice..That voice I hadn’t heard in person in six years still sounded just as intoxicating and still made my heart race.

“Hey Jey,” I whispered not looking at him as his mom shot me a small smile.

“Son, I see Asia left,” his mother said trying to change the subject as I dropped my head, trying to avoid his gaze.

I knew me being here was probably the reason she stormed outta here.

“Yea, I ended things, Ma.” Jey said coming closer. His admission hung in the air, my shoulders slumping even more.…Yep..I caused this…

 “Aye, don't do that, Ebs,” Jey said softly, gently lifting my chin. Our eyes meeting for the first time in six years and I’ll be damned if he wasn’t staring into my soul…Damn him.

 “What happened was on me..Not you, Ma. Ain’t no reason to eva hang yo head.” I cleared my throat, looking away just in time to catch the satisfied smiled playing on his mother’s lips. “Alright, I’m gonna head back out to give ya’ll some time..It’s overdue… Don’t you think, son?” she asked as I caught Jey smiling at her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I love you both.”

“We love you, too,” we both said without even thinking, both of us smiling in spite of the awkwardness.

As the back door closed behind her, the kitchen felt smaller. Jey didn’t say anything at first, he just stared at me, then cleared his throat. “Can we go somewhere and talk?” I hesitated for a second at his request as he took my hand in his.

“It’s just me, Ebs. You know I’d never hurt you, Ma.”

“I know,” I sighed, allowing him to lead the way. He opened the door to what looked to be his den, allowing me in first before closing the door behind us.

For a few minutes neither of us spoke. I looked around the room, trying to think of a conversation starter. “Um. So, you ended things?” I asked turning to look at him, but his back was turned standing at the bar.

“Yea…I ended it,” he said, almost like he couldn’t believe it himself as I watched him light up a cigar.. …What the hell? Since when does he smoke?

Turn around

Since when are you smoking now?

I frowned, “Since when do you smoke, Jey?” I asked before I could stop myself.

It's been a while, let me know

Jey exhaled a slow cloud, his back still turned to me. “Just somethin' I picked up. Ion do it much doh,” he said, turning to finally face me.

“I hope you don’t, it’s bad for you,” I frowned again as he sighed.

“Still worry about me, huh,” he said putting out the cigar as I smirked. “Still knowing when to back down I see,” I whispered shyly as he nodded.

“You know I could never say no to you cause I know you always had my best interests at heart. One look from you and I was willing to do anything for you..Still is.”

Like, when did you end up moving house?

“Um, so when did you move back to Florida?” I asked, taking in the calm colors and family pictures everywhere. Yep..I changed the subject.

“Bout four years ago….I just... I needed a change of scenery. Every corner of that house felt like a reminder of the things I’d given up.”

I nodded in understanding, my eyes landing on a royal blue, modest sectional. I couldn’t shake it….It looked familiar... The color was wrong, so it couldn’t be.

“Ya mind ain’t playin’ tricks on you. I found a cool company that was able to refurbish it and change the color,” Jey murmured reading my mind.

“Why did you keep it?”

“A lot of great memories on dis couch I ain’ wanna part wit, Ebs,” he whispered our eyes meeting once again as a I felt my skin flush and my heart race.

You're the only one who knows that name

“You know that you’re the only one who has ever called me, Ebs.” The confession spilled from my lips before I could stop it; the walls began to slowly fall.

Jey’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, his expression softening. “Good,” he whispered back, his beautiful, soulful eyes staring into my soul as if I was the most precious thing in this world. “I wanna be the only one callin’ you dat.”

You're the only one does that face

“Then you lookin' at me like that. Jey, this is dangerous,” I sighed, unable to pretend anymore that it wasn’t affecting me.

Jey paused, his chest heaving as he took a step closer. “Lookin' at you like what?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

“L-Like I’m the only person you see,” I said nervously as he nodded.

“Well ion see da problem cause you are Ebony…. I love you, been in love wit you, Ma.” He couldn't, not after all this time. Think of a way to steer the conversation in another direction, Ebony.

“I-I been seeing the stuff that’s been goin’ on with the internet trolls, how are you holding up? And don’t say it don’t bother you cause this is me,” I said as a long weary sigh escaped his beautiful lips as he sat down on the couch.

I just wanna know if you're okay

“Nice subject change…Why you care so much, Ebs ion won the title now? I proved them wrong,” he said leaning back staring up at the ceiling deflecting himself.

Only have a couple minutes, it already kinda feels like

Back on your sofa

I didn't move toward him, instead I sat at the opposite end of the sofa. “I'll always care about you, Jey. No matter how things ended between us and I know all the noise gets loud sometimes.”

Of course, I still care

“I’ll always care about you too, and I’m good. Especially since I done seen you now,” his gaze shifting from the ceiling to me filled with love and longing.

Love's never wasted

When it's shared, mm, mm

And although it's over

I'll always be there

“I’m proud of you, Ebony.”

I felt my heart swell at his words as I smiled at him. “I’m really proud of you too,” I whispered.

Jey leaned in slightly” So, tell me what the next move is. I know you leaving the play, I heard you talking bout it on Shawn’s show.”

 “Well, I just got the official news last week. I’m going to be filming a movie with Ryan Coogler, but enough about me. Let’s talk about the real news. How long are you going to keep the title? It looks good on you, and I'm loving the storylines they got you in.”

Jey laughed, shaking his head at me. “I think they leanin’ towards me keepin it for a minute..I hope, but if they don't, I feel blessed that it happened," he smiled, then frowned.

"Ebony, wait a minute, hold up-”

“What?”

 “You know what and you know I ain’t bout to let day shit fly. You out here bout to work with Ryan Coogler and you tryin’ to downplay yourself.”

“I’m not, I don’t even know when we start filming.”

“But you got the part and that's awesome, Ebs.  I always knew,” Jey said reaching over caressing my knee as I blushed.

"We did pretty good for ourselves, didn't we?" I asked softly as he nodded slowly, his eyes softening. “We really did, Ma.

A comfortable silence settled over us, the distance between us becoming smaller and smaller as Jey leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving mine as he whispered the two words I never thought I would hear again. Two words that never failed to make my heart race.

“Three minutes.”

Tears pooled in my eyes as I gave him a watery smile. “Three minutes,” I whispered back as he released the breath he had been holding.

Reaching out her pulled me against him and instantly I melted into his side. A sigh of relief escaping my own lips, my forehead resting against his chest and my legs in his lap.

The missing piece of the puzzle had slid back into place. Silence filled the living room as he held me close. As we breathed in each other.

It's alright, think I'm fine with the silence

There's some good in goodbyes

I knew he was fighting back tears just by his breathing, “I love you Ebony…I never stopped lovin’ you,” his voice raw and full of emotion as I held him tighter.

“I love you too, Jey and I never stopped either.” I felt him release a shaky breath, the tension leaving his body slowly at the revelation.

Oh, I

Back on your sofa

Of course, I still care

Love's never wasted

When it's shared, mm, mm

“I gotta get my shit together,” he rasped trying to pull away, but I melted further into him, refusing to let him go.

“You’re not the only one,” I whispered against him. I wasn’t about to pretend I was whole; I was surviving. We both had shit we needed to figure out before we even tried to get back together but the love we shared was still there and stronger than ever.

In your heart

Every part of me

We'll let go

And let it start to be

“When we're a year older,” Jey murmured, strong, determined and hopeful.

“When we’re a year older.” I agreed, the heartbreak from all those years ago began to soften as our lips met in a gentle kiss.

In your heart

Every part of me

We'll let go

And let it start to be

“Twin! Food ready!” Jimmy’s voice boomed through the door. “Ma, told me to come get ya’ll.”

  “Fuck,” Jey growled in frustration and I buried my face in his neck smiling. “Be nice,” I whispered as he relaxed against me.

“A’ight we comin’!”

 “Time to go back to real life, huh,” I whispered as he nodded in agreement even though neither one of us didn’t want to move.

“Yep, back to real life,” he sighed, helping me up.

“When we’re a year older.” I reminded him as he slung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close and kissing me gently on the temple.

Only have a couple minutes, guess we're going back to real life

“When we’re a year older.”

(Oh, oh, eh, eh, eh)

Only have a couple minutes and we're going back to real life

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One Year Later

TMZ.com

Spinning The Block Never Looked So Good!

Broadway actress/singer Ebony London was seen out and about last night with WWE superstar Jey Uso in New York. The pair once dated some six years ago and have apparently found their way back to each other.

Spinning the block never looked so good, and we wish them all the best. Below are Ebony and Jey's Instagram stories seemingly confirming their reunion.

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[cryptic-doe]

faux sympathy during sex with frank is like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. the two things are good on their own, but work so fucking well together.

he had been pounding into you for who knows how long. pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. if he could, he'd keep going until the sun came up. but he was older. not in his prime anymore. combine that with an aching back and he's ready to tap out after the fifth or six time. but you're barely getting started.

you wanna keep going, baby? that's fine with me. but you gotta get on top, then.

you whined but complied anyway. you were what most would call a pillow princess. frank rarely, if ever, let you get on top. not because he didn't like it, but he just preferred taking care of you. however, on nights like tonight, when you're sex drive is still high, he allows himself to push aside his pride and let you take control for a bit.

your thighs were beginning to burn. truthfully, you weren't sure how much longer you could keep this up. you pawed at his chest, a soft whimper getting dragged out of you when his tip hit the right spot.

"frankie... please," you mumble, tears threatening to spill over.

"aww, what is it, baby? thought you wanted this? but if you don't..." he shifts, acting as if he's about to pull out.

"no! i do, i do!" you exclaim, sinking onto him even deeper. a low groan slips from his lips. goddammit, you're just sucking him in. "but 'm tired. i need your help."

frank clicks his tongue. "oh, baby's tired, huh? well, you said you could do this all by yourself. my big girl can take care of herself, isn't that right?"

you nodded, hurrying up your pace. he rests his hands on your waist, helping to guide you up and down. he just can't help himself. the man takes pleasure in helping out his girl.

"there ya go, baby. knew that you could do it. just needed daddy's help, huh?" he teases.

he thrusts into you, with you matching his pace as you grind down. once, twice, until you both come simultaneously. you lean forward, eyes already closing shut. you feel so full of his come that it warms you from the inside out.

"yeah, go to sleep, sweetheart. daddy's gotchu now," he whispers into your hairline, kissing you gently.

frank may have faux sympathy in bed, but his love for you is universal.

[cyber333angel]

frank “coaching” peter on how to fuck you better, commenting on every little thing cos he swears he knows your body better than him.. having you all splayed on your back with frankies dick in your mouth, his hand having a gentle grip around your throat as you gurgle on his length—and peter is in between your legs rubbing your achey little clit so sweetly, bullying his cock deeper into you until a ring of arousal sticks to the base of his cock when he pulls out 😵‍💫😵‍💫 hearing both of them actively get in an argument as they’re inside you because peter swears he doesn’t need franks help !!