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st4rbwrry · 2 years

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‍ ‍ 𖠵𖤥 𑁤 cater to you.

𖠵𖤥 you’re the best wife every man dreamt for. letting your man use you as his personal fuck toy after a hard day of work is part of the commitment, isn’t it?

𖠵 pairing › nanami kento x black fem!reader.

𖠵 viewer discretion › voice kink, nanami moansssss, submissive / wifey reader, fingering, big tittied reader, riding, overstim, image obsession, missionary, nanami gets a little carried away, lil bits of aggression, dumbification, dacryphilia, pet names, spanking, oral, clothed sex, size kink, specific black features mentioned, minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3

white is his favorite color on you. the most memorable image in his head is the way you wore it on your wedding day. a dress that cost thousands of dollars paid by him, big and poofy cinderella ballgown the little girl inside of you wanted since you were young. circling every dress that resembled it in every david’s bridal monthly catalog in the mail. his forever disney princess. that, was a perfect fairytale. but seeing you wear it any other time, like right now when he unlocks the front door to your shared penthouse on the 69th floor of valley gardens. . . his dick aches.

the house is dimly lit, smelling of lemon from the candles you'd lit all around your home to the boiling beef stew set to low to keep warm for your husband. you're sitting on the black velvet sofa snuggling a giganti white heart pillow he'd gotten you for valentine's day. plucking at the colorful cotton candy jar in your lap, enjoying the sweetness melting onto your tongue as you watch your usual crime documentaries on netflix. your pretty hair in its signature locs trialing down your shoulder because they irritated your back and made it itchy. baby hairs swooped to your liking.

white painted toes digging into the soft carpet on beneath you and dressed only in a sheer white babydoll with fur only on the bust and thigh area. an angel, truly. a familiar jump in your chest is igniated when you feel his presence nearby. it's like a crazy sixth sense you have. you can tell when he's around the corner, when something's wrong when you're apart, or feeling what he feels. turning your head, you melt into your pillow, cheek firmly pressed to it as you smile adoringly at him, your whimsical vine cut diamond ring twinkling under the moonlight illuminating through the panoramic windows, overlooking the city.

“why are you still up? it's midnight, doll.”

the soft vanilla tone in his voice makes you weak, nanami taking his loafers off by the door and clearing his throat as he pulls off his tie. tall, busty figure adorned in an dark navy blue suit you can't help but drool over every time you see him in the attire. his blonde hair slightly fuzzy and you could tell he'd been rubbing his hands through it, probably out of stress. it's second nature to stand to your feet and walk towards him, wrapping one hand around his waist under his jacket while the other raked your acrylics through his undercut to pull him in for a kiss.

nanami’s body relaxes in your warm touch, tasting the nyx butter gloss on your full, darkly lined lips. you smell like vanilla and cocoa butter altogether, a scent embedded in his mind. his arm snakes around your waist to pull you closer, squeaking in his mouth when you feel his bulge graze your tummy, eyes blowing up and heat encasing your cheeks. you blink at him when he locks eyes with you again, falsies enhancing those gorgeous big eye of yours.

“um, i-i made dinner for you. i was cleaning all day and couldn't sleep so—” you trail off when you notice nanami’s barely listening to you, mind heading elsewhere as his heavy hand slips under your nightie, your body shivering from the cold of his stainless steel watch with a sapphire dial skim your ass cheeks. expensive, like him. “nanami?”

“dinner might have to wait,” nanami rasps, drawing you closer with a firm spank to your ass, gasping as the sensation aims for your clit that knocks into his hard physique. the force was much harder than you excepted.

“was work okay?” you swallow, the naiveness act taking over. unsure why, it's just weird for him to act like this out of the blue. he keeps his hot hand on your ass while the other pulls the white of his button down from his slacks, slowly unbuttoning it with one hand. his eyes piercing into your own made you nervous. but, at the same time, your thighs were squeezing together where you stood.

“no.”

you fold your lips inwardly from the blunt answer. clearly he didn't want to talk about it, or maybe right now just wasn't the time to pry. the look in his eyes that darkened into another color gave you more than enough of an answer. he wanted to fuck you. that's what he intended, and that's what was going to happen. and you were gonna let him because he needed you, and that's what good, pretty little wives like you do.

nanami begins to walk forward and you're stumbling back mindlessly until the backs of your knees hit the sofa, kicking you down to sit as your husband hovers over you; brooding and dominate. it turns you on to see him be so nonchalant with you. giving orders and taking what he wants. and you're willing to lay there and be his sweet little fuck toy because you love him. and you'd do anything to make him happy.

both of his hands cup either side of your face, prioritizing your focus on him since it's a big form of communication for him. “just be my good girl for a few minutes, yeah?”

“yes,” you nod, not bothering to ask further questions. his actions are scarily haste right after, hooking his hands underneath your underarms to pick you up like a child as he stood on the couch, maneuvering towards the middle before laying you flat, his thick thighs tight in his slacks as he kneels over your frame.

his knees are indented into the sofa, planted on either side of your shoulders, the view causing your lip to hide between your teeth. you watch as he undoes the loop of his leather belt, dropping it to the floor before pulling down his zipper and finally relieving his heavy cock with a breathy sigh out of his nose. your mouth waters upon sight, whimpering and rubbing your thighs together. the tip is fat and tinted pink like his lips. thick enough to stretch you and make you full with veins leading from his v-line bulging up to the sides of his cock. a thin trail of blonde pubes throwing it all together.

“spread your legs, and hold them close to you.”

commanding without hesitation, you do as he says, nanami not surprised you aren't wearing any undergarments since you only lift and hold your knees to your chest, watery cunt clenching over air. so little work and you're soaked. the cool air in your home has your skin covered in goosebumps, his gaze another affect. you hated eye contact. it made you super nervous and even he knew that. but nanami likes respect. when he's talking to you, or fucking you, he expects you to obey and look at him. he finds you bratty when you look away or close your eyes. sometimes you'll do it on purpose just to see him clench his jaw and press a finger to his temple in agitation. it's hot.

“open up, sweetheart,” he's referring to both holes, your hands locking on the backs of your knees to hold them still as he reaches behind to sink his middle and ring finger knuckles deep into your pussy, curving them upright, your mouth spreading wide and your eyelids drooping low.

a glob a spit comes from nanami’s mouth and falls onto his cock he uses his unoccupied hand to lube over, hips bucking from sensitivity. he hisses low, lining his dick up with your velvety tongue that happens to stick out obediently for him. nanami sucks in his lower lip and knots his brow when he gets his cock in your salivating mouth, blissfully shutting his eyes as he continues to fuck your pussy open, your moans drowning out the television.

“fuck, wrap your hand around it. stroke it how i like it, baby,” he's shrugging off his jacket now, tossing it out of sight, chiseled chest peaking past the cotton dress shirt still clinging to his lightly tanned skin. masculine cologne whisking over your nose. you could feel the blood rushing through his dick on your tongue, the size weighing down in your mouth. taking one dainty hand and holding it up to his mouth, waiting for him to spit in it. he does with lulled eyes, guiding your hand to his dick and watching you stroke your pretty hand gently over it. rotating your wrist elegantly while raising your head up to enclose your thick lips around the head, sucking and tugging.

nanami is usually a patient man, depends on the situation. right now, patience isn't in his vocabulary. your husband leans forward slightly, taking his fingers out of your soppy cunt and wrapping that same hand around your neck before rolling his hips to fuck your throat. his cock jumps when you choke, gagging around it, the wet squelch aiding him to pick up his pace.

“you nasty fuckin’ girl, fuck,” the tears brimming your eyes has him biting his lip, your nails clawing at his thighs and breathing through your nose, prolonging this for as long as possible to appease him. “keep strumming your clit, princess.”

he gives you a breather, slowly sliding his cock out. you gasp, still moaning as you raise your knees again and reach between yourself, bucking your hips into your hand and circling your slick clit with all three fingertips. he's prepared to stick his dick back in that hot tunnel of your mouth, but when he's observing how good you're making yourself feel; arching your back, squirming, and rubbing his thigh all at once. . . he wants another thing. that thing that's gushing over your fingers and soaking your plush inner thighs.

his weight on you dials low and your eyes shoot open in awareness. nanami scoops you up by your waist and carried you with him as he settles down on his back, cock resting on your tummy throbbing with beads of precum leaking from the tip. it's easy to tell he's been feeling this way all day. the straps to your babydoll slips off your shoulders, body suddenly feeling hot and taking the initiative by tugging it down to your midsection, tits spilling out.

chewing on your bottom lip, you cup your chest in your hands, holding them up as nanami raises your ass and fists his cock, getting the tip a little wetter by rushing it over your gushing hole and swollen bud, twitching from the feeling. both of you moan in sync as he lines it up before letting you sit on it slow. sometimes you struggle with doing it yourself so he does it for you, the two of you listening to that pop sound when he's finally inside.

“fuc—mmm. kento,” he doesn't need to instruct you on what to do next. raising your ass to drop back down and clap down on his clothed thigh, holding your chest and pumping his aching cock with your tight cunny, lashes kissing the apples of your cheeks.

“unh, shit,” nanami moans, spreading your ass cheeks apart to dig deeper. you can't help yourself when you're stuffed like this. and he has the ability to do it every time he fucks you. makes your brain staticky and your voice monotoned. you're so so wet and both of you could feel it soaking your pelvis’s.

“what'd i say about those eyes closin’ on me, sweetie? huh?” a rough hand grabs your chin to keep you focused, the harsh grip and stern demeanor makes you whine and drop down to fully sit. nanami gasps when you begin to scoot atop of him, his other hand grabbing under the curve of your ass as you grind yourself heatedly above him, nanami hooking his thumb in the side of your mouth, eyes locked on yours.

your body weakly leans forward, clit thumping against his pubic hairs, the whimpers leaving your mouth heavenly. “baby,” you hiccup, whining low in your throat, your knees bucking and clashing together as your thighs interlock, feeling that familiar wave crash in your stomach. clawing at his abs and humping his cock faster, twitching. “babe.”

“yeah,” nanami nods to coax you, brows furrowed, digging his hands into either side of your hips and dragging you on his dick. “keep cummin’.”

“mmm, need you,” your breath picks up, gathering your locs to wrap and hold them up behind your head, screaming softly when nanami smacks your ass hard, shoving you down to his chest so your face is buried between his neck before he keeps his big hands under the curve of your ass and fucks up into you hard. “yesss, baby fuck me. fuck me.”

your mewls cater him, feeling so much better than he did before he stepped through that door. grunting by your ear and swatting your ass over and over. “i love the way you take it all, doll. make it messy. unh, my pretty girl.”

that coil ripples yet again, cumming hard on his cock, hair falling down your side when your arms drop, digging them into his shoulder blades, quaking and crying uncontrollably. your tears wetting the sofa. you’re babbling nonsense, laying limp in his arms and letting him continue to have his way with you.

his lips are grazing your earlobe, sniffling and wiggling in his hold to let you go because you couldn't take another orgasm. him whispering, “made a mess on my cock now you're dripping on the couch, too. tsk,” is what drives you to cum again without control. the scream you extricate is silent, irises rolling back and breathless moans following. “k-kento, please. i'm sensitive.”

“shh, i know,” nanami holds your face in his hands, clashing his mouth to yours, passionately swapping spit and sloppily smacking lips. “just let me cum then we can shower, okay?”

pouting, you nod. nanami is frantic when he switches positions, laying you on your back and dangling your ankles over his broad shoulders. he's sinking his dick in fully, hissing and smacking your outer thigh before fucking you into the couch he's sure will leave an imprint. the speed of his thrusts are too fast and hard for you to grasp. losing your mind all over again. “you're so good f’me, princess. so so good hugging my cock like that.”

you gently claw at his chest. “nngh, i love you, i fucking i love you. love you.”

that alone was enough for his orgasm to near, pace picking up aggressively to pump you full of his cum, an unknown high-pitched moan bellowing from him that it makes your eyes go wide. grabbing his slim waist and helping him rut into you as you cum once more, voice leaving you completely and nanami taking you in his buff arms the moment his cum splatters your walls. kissing and sucking on your neck.

it feels even hotter now, brushing your hands over his backside lazily to pull off his shirt, needing him fully nude. nanami chuckles between your neck, reaching by his sides to tug down his slacks so you'll feel better. him being hot made you hot. he wants to stay here for a while longer, not bothering to pull out.

“are you okay now?” your angelic voice asks, batting your lashes when he looks at you, sucking on your lips.

“of course i am.”

link. link. link. # proceed with caution # also this the lil character i made for this fic. <3

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento x black reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x black!reader #jjk #jjk smut #nanami x y/n #౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝑀𝒪𝒞𝐻𝒜’𝒮 𝑀𝐼𝒩𝒟. ✧｡˚

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fuwapower-prettycure · 10 months

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EDIT: Character designs are outdated. Check this post out for their updates looks!

Finally decided to branch out and post my fanseries on places other than discord!

Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure is my first solo fanseries. The main themes are self-care, loving who you are, and maintaining good habits. Sleep, stars, the moon, clouds, clocks, and wings serve as the primary motifs.

Pictured above are (In order): Series Logo, Maika/Cure Reverie, Kirari/Cure Shine, Kotomi/Cure Lullaby, Sara/Cure Cozy, and the team henshin items. There are five charms because of a 6th ranger who is yet to be introduced.

Mozhizuki Maika / Cure Reverie – Maika is a 13-year old girl starting her first year at Fuwayama Prep. She is somewhat introverted with a passion for anything fantastical or grand. She struggles in school, often getting lost in her daydreams. Despite being very amiable, she has few friends due to her self-isolating tendencies. She wants more than anything to find her place in the world without having to sacrifice her creativity and wonder. After meeting Yumeno, Nighty, and Twyla she becomes Cure Reverie, the Pretty Cure of imagination and dreams. Her theme color is pink.

Hirano Kirari / Cure Shine – Known as ‘Kira-Kirari’ by her growing following, Kirari is a 13-year old first year who spends her free time singing and dancing as a small-time idol. She is hesitant to look at idol agencies because of how much she values creative freedom. Kirari sometimes struggles to separate herself from idol activities, but finds solace in spending time with her friends. Her biggest joy comes from giving anyone who sees her performance a shining light they can always rely on. After meeting Yumeno, Nighty, and Twyla she becomes Cure Shine, the Pretty Cure of guidance and light. Her theme color is yellow.

Asahara Kotomi / Cure Lullaby – Kotomi is a 13-year old who, despite being one of the high ranked first years, is not well known among her peers because of her aloof persona. Behind her air of indifference, though, is a girl who thrives in chaotic situations and cares greatly despite not often showing it. She has a large family with two working parents and 4 younger siblings who she often cares for. Kotomi does her absolute best to provide a good example for her siblings as their loving big sister. After meeting Yumeno, Nighty, and Twyla she becomes Cure Lullaby, the Pretty Cure of care and tenderness. Her theme color is purple.

Nagumo Sara / Cure Cozy – Sara is a 14-year-old second year at Fuwayama Preparatory. She is the president of the Community Club, a group who works to support local businesses and charities the best they can through fundraisers, donation drives, and raising awareness. She is more often than not the voice of reason, but has a hidden mischievous side. When it's time to let loose, she can become the life of the party. Sara is shown to be independent and mature beyond her years despite still having come childlike tendencies. After meeting Yumeno, Nighty, and Twyla she becomes Cure Cozy, the Pretty Cure of comfort and security. Her theme color is green.

#magical girl #precure fanseries #precure #pretty cure #pretty cure fanseries #magical girl oc #oc artwork

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redbleedingrose · 1 year

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okay so, cass and rhys definitely squish your stomach as a form of appreciation and affection to prove how beautiful it is. azriel loves your tummy too, but he’s more discreet, giving you extra kisses on it and rubbing it mindlessly while you relax together. he’s not ashamed to do it in pubic either.

omg they all love to see their mate in bodycon dresses, your curves and rolls looking so luscious in them that none of them can help but buy you them in every color. and you can bet your ass that with every male, it’ll be on your floor by the end of the night.

if you ever worry about your weight, they would all have different approaches. rhysand would try his best to make you see how beautiful you are, fucking you in front of the mirror and praising your body while on his knees for you every day until you knew how beautiful you were. cassian would kiss and snuggle up to you, telling you how sexy you are and what parts exactly he loved about your plump figure. azriel would be more emotionally understanding, and try to talk through it, explaining how absolutely stunning you truly are and figuring out the deep root of your insecurities. he’d physically try to make you feel better also by kissing you and telling you everything he loves aswell. they’d all fly you around after, showing you that no matter what, yoy’d never be too heavy to hold up and fly for hours.

i think they’d have different favorite parts of their mate, rhys is def a thigh guy but loved every part of you endlessly, cassian is a simple ass man but your tummy is definitely competing with your ass in his heart these days and azriel is a boob guy.

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Hiiiiiiiii 🌷

Sucha pretty emoji to use!!! Also I am so excited for this plus size reader x bat boys because we could all use some more inclusivity around here and I just know these males love love love thicc girlys! I basically made this poly!batboy x plus size fem!Reader so hopefully that is okay but can also be read seperately if you have a preferance for one male.

they loveeeee rubbing your tummy and squishing it. Just such an unconcious thing to do at first, and to be honest, you were insecure about it at first. No one had ever loved you the way you were, and it took a long time to accept yourself. But the bat boys love every inch of you, every soft curve, every stretch mark. And they fucking love your tummy. Maybe its an illyrian thing because frl it makes them go a bit feral!!!!!

Like you know how the greeks used to adore chubby females because it was a sign of like richness and also fertility? The baser instinct part of these bat boys has their minds going wild with dirty thoughts.

Back to my original point, when they aren't shy about loving on your belly... when they aren't shy about kissing it and looking at you with the widest, most adoring eyes... it shifts something in you. You gain more confidence around them and you aren't afraid to show off your curves whereever they sit because you know the bat boys will love it.

And I think you are so right about Cass and Rhys being so much more open and obvious about it because they are the kinds of males to shower you with affection in any setting and make sure you feel loved and make sure the people of Valeris see you the way that they see you. And I think Az would be more subtle with it, but not because he is ashamed. But because he is super protective over you and does not want to share at all in any capacity. In his eyes, the public isn't deserving enough to see your perfect body and they are lucky to even catch a glimpse of you. Constant glares and brooding occurs from the male whenever you are out in public because he doesn't want males or females to be staring at you for too long.

PUH LEASEEEEEEE

yes to the bodycon dresses!!!

Also you are lucky if you get to wear a little short nighty at home. These males like you walking around practically naked showing off your curves.

And you already know they are buying you things left and right just for you to wear. And you know how sometimes with plus size girlys, some things are just a hit or miss with clothes and jewlery and accessories???

NEVER with them. Absolutely never.

Every single thing they buy you fits you perfectly and it practically has all the males and females around on their knees for you.

Like I think you are gonna be the most fashionable person in Valeris and everyone wants to be you or be like you or want you. You are the IT girl.

And not even just for Valeris. But also for Prythian!!!

Lucien is practically on his knees begging for your slightest attention

Obviously pisses off the bat boys because you belong to them and no one else but alas they cannot blame the autumn male. Because just look at you???

You are the most stunning, most kind, most beautiful, most intelligent, most elegant female they have ever met in their lifetime.

I also like to think each bat boy likes to buy you very specific things. Rhys is always buying you dresses and clothes that fit to your body that he know will look so amazing on you, even though he thinks everything will look good on you. Cassian is buying his precious female shoes left and right, anything he wants to see you wearing, anything that would match your clothes, anything that would bring out the color of your beautiful eyes, anything that would make your beautiful full legs stand out. He also loves buying you accessories like purses or sunglasses or just anything really. Anything you want he or the other bat boys are rushing to get. Azriel is so fucking observant. He is getting you the most expensive most stunning most meaningful jewelry in Prythian. Anytime he goes out on a mission, he is bringing you back gold or silver pieces the most brightest stones.

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Okay tbh your mates have helped you so fucking much with your body image issues. It was so hard to like your body before you knew them because you were constantly judging yourself and comparing yourself to all your friends who had fuck buddies or lovers and you didn't. It made you feel like there was something wrong with you.

Mother, were you wrong.

Sometimes being patient really does fucking pay off

Because these males ruined you for anyone else. No one loves like they do. All of them fucking adore you, love to show you off and compliment you.

Seriously, you are constantly blushing under their heated gazes and dirty remarks of how they would love to rip your clothes off and have their way with you in public.

Safe to say, you haven't had a bad day in a while when it comes to your looks.

But that doesn't mean you don't occassionally have bad days. And when you do?? Your mates take care of you.

I've mentioned before Cassian is so emotionally intelligent. He is the first to notice you having an off day.

He notices that you are pushing your breakfast around with your fork more than you are eating, and he made your favorite so why aren't you eating more??

And he just pulls you into his lap and playing with your hair and is squeezing your ass, waist, and hips gently, "What's wrong pretty girl? Why aren't you eating?" while sending loving strokes down the bond.

And maybe you try to deny it at first but he won't let it go so you break down and open up to him that you just aren't feeling yourself today. That you sometimes feel like you aren't good enough for your mates.

And he immediately shuts you down right then and there and is just so sad because how is it possible you think you aren't good enough. If anything, they aren't good enough for you.

So he just spends the rest of the morning, whispering everything that he loves about you with the most truth in his voice you have ever heard. And he kisses every inch of your body and slowly and gently makes love to you right there on the kitchen floor.

And you feel better, but Cass still feels sad so he informs Rhys and Az and essentially the three of the bat boys devise a plan to make you feel good about yourself.

Rhys finds you later that afternoon and snatches you by the hips, winnowing you into your shared bedroom, and is stripping you bare and is having his way with you in front of the mirror, fucking into you from behind, hand wrapped around your neck and making you watch his cock disappear into your cunt from behind. And the entire time, he is whispering in his hoarse voice how stunning you are, how sexy you are, how feral you make him, Cass, and Az.

"Look at how pretty you look cumming around me." and "So fucking beautiful little love" and "You are a fucking goddess" and "You are the most beautiful star in our lives"

And then he flips you onto your back and tongues your cunt, sending adoration and love down the bond and creating mental images of how you look taking him and its just...

well...

Anyways you do feel better after that as well. Still, you are a little sad.

And thats when Az steps in

And he just pulls you down onto the bed and cuddles you super close, like he is yanking you on top of him. And you protest at first, but his sharp glare and tight grip on your thighs stops you straight in your tracks.

And so you just lay your head onto his chest and listen to his heart beat as he massages the knots in your shoulders and hugs you close wrapping his wings around you both into a warm caccoon, pressing the ocassional kiss into your hair.

And his shadows just dance around you both, encircling you in the shadowsinger's darkness. And its safe. It feels safe. To be there with him. To be so close to him that you can physically feel your bond vibrating with his love.

And he lets you explain everything. How you didn't like the way your body looked before them. How you really struggled to find peace with yourself because since childhood, everyone, even your family, has been trying to change you. How it is only a recent thing that you feel comfortable in your own skin. How you don't feel the need to suck in your tummy anymore because you know that your mates won't judge you for it, but in fact, love and crave it. How its just been an adjustment and its gonna take time.

And he listens. He listens in the most perfect way. Reassuring you every second that he is there, that he loves you with little pulses down the bond and soft butterfly kisses all over your face, from your plump cheeks to forehead to nose to lips to eye lids.

And then he opens up about his own insecurities. How he knows how you feel, at least on some level, because before you, before the bond, he hated how his hands looked. He hated who he was. He hated how he was known as darkness incarnate. He hated how people immediately feared him and his shadows.

And you changed that with your constant hand holding and kissing of his hands and constant playing with his hands. How you were always so excited to see him whenever he would come back from a mission and how you would jump up from where you were cuddling Rhys and Cass to grab him so lovingly by his hands and pull him into a cuddle pile with the other bat boys. And how you never feared him, in fact, the first time you met, you giggled at his shadows who played with your hair and wrapped around your wrists and ankles with cool carresses.

And he agrees that it will take time, but that him and Rhys and Cass will be there for you every step of the way. That they love and adore every inch of you. That they don't want you to change yourself or be anyone different because you are the literal definition of perfection just the way you are.

And then he just cuddles you close until it is nearly sunset. And then he mumbles into your hair, “C’mon my love, its time to go”

And you are confused but you go with it

And he takes you out onto the balcony where Rhys is leaning against the railing, smirking down at you and Cass is standing there with a huge grin and a basket in his hands. And you’re about to ask whats going on, but you are cut off by your screaming laughs cuz Az is throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and is shooting up into the sky.

And the bat boys just take turns passing you off in the middle of the sky like you weigh like a grain of rice to them until they reach the meadow in between the mountains where they have a little picnic set up for you. And then they take turns feeding you and kissing you and holding you and complimenting you.

And then fucking you

A/N: This is not edited sorry about that and I hope yall enjoy!

#rose rambles #rose answers #bat boys x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #poly!bat boys x reader #Poly!Acotar x reader #plus size reader #fem reader #plus size fem reader #fluff

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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years

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Slashers w/ a Soft!Girly!Reader pt1

whose fav color is pink

CHARACTERS: BO, VINCENT, LESTER, MICHAEL, THOMAS

Reader is always black unless I say differently

slight NSFW, so 18+, minors dni

Happy October bitches🫶🏾

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly doesn’t get taking so much time to get ready

All of the pink is a little overwhelming in his closet, but he grows to love the physical representation of you in his life eventually

Will definitely have some weird macho shit to say about your favorite color but you just roll your eyes

I feel like he’d be the type to make a big fuss about you leaving lipstick/gloss on his cheek (but he low key loves it and takes time to admire your lips printed on his skin before washing it off)

At first he’ll be a dick about how particular you are about what you wear but if you get upset enough after one two many times of him going out of his way to get dirt or some shit on your clothes he’ll chill out

He really is an asshole about you taking time to do your hair and makeup and picking out your outfit and matching shoes tho so there’s definitely a conversation that’ll happen because he’s going to piss you off with his little comments and shit

And don’t even get me started if your nails are painted. “They’re nails, what do they need to look cute for?” or you have acrylics. “You can’t even do anything with those. How’re you supposed to wipe your ass?”

Point is, he’s annoying but he’ll come around once you get comfortable with one another and you hand his ass right back to him

This man will delight in the way victims look at you and the fact that they can’t have you is even better

He does like the pretty nighties and lingerie you put on (of course)

You might even be able to convince him to start doing your morning face and hair routines with you (might)

Will also whine to death whenever you’re doing your hair until you’re done, which can last nearly the entire day. Or he’ll drag your process out for days because he keeps distracting you

This man gropes whatever exposed skin he has access to the second he catches you in something revealing

When you come out with something particularly stunning on he gets so flustered (red in the face, tripping over his words) but despite the fact he can’t look you in the eyes for too long he’ll play it off like you’re not all that. You know he’s full of it though, and feel free to tease him about that too

VINCENT SINCLAIR

He absolutely loves silently watching you put on makeup if you’re fond of big looks.

Like, he’ll take you in very intensely so prep yourself for his eyes on your every movement

Wants to know all about the different brushes and how you have to mix two different foundations to match your skin color

Uses some of the techniques you use to make color pop on your darker skin on his wax figures (that’s morbid af)

Will at some point ask if you can either do his makeup for him at least once or teach him how to do it himself

Yes Bo will act a right fool about this (but his opinion’s irrelevant anyway)

If you wear acrylics it’ll take a while before he allows you to go into the biggest town near Ambrose to get them done. He’ll be nervous the whole time till you come back.

Whatever nails you have he eventually wants to decorate, and will come up with designs you like and paint them on over a base.

Just the image of him delicately painting on such a small canvas with laser focus

You’ll find wax in the damndest places I promise you so figure out how to deal with that I guess

LESTER SINCLAIR

Tries his absolute best not to ruin your clothes when he’s done with work and feels genuinely bad if he does

You can’t be mad at him though

Appreciates the new ( nicer) sweet scents you bring to his house since he carries the stench of death with him everywhere

Loves letting you model new clothes or outfit combinations for him

Always excited to see what new things you’ve done with your nails (color, designs, shape, length, etc)

If you allow him to he loves helping you pick out/comb your hair. You don’t trust him to do much else outside of that, and frankly he doesn’t either, but detangling and puffing up your hair he can do.

Is always smelling your hair products and will rate them based off scent alone and not what they’re actually for

If you have locs he’ll lose his mind when you let him touch them, they’re just so soft. Teach him how to re-twist and clip them too; he likes it so you might as well take advantage. Also beads. No matter the hair type, if it’s long enough and you want them, he’ll help you put beads in your hair.

Okay so I went on a tangent about hair stuff but I just really think Lester would enjoy that so, yeah.

MICHAEL MYERS

Doesn’t really care what you wear

Which also unfortunately means that if he wants a piece of you, your stuff’s getting ripped

Keep two of everything or just be prepared to lose a few shirts and the like

Very much enjoys killing the white men (who hate that they find you attractive) that harass you when you’re up and about in Haddonfield as he’s stalking you

Will smudge your lipstick/gloss constantly whether he’s kissing you or not. It’s on purpose you know it is

Is especially fond of how your makeup looks when he wrecks you so maybe don’t go for waterproof beauty supplies. Making you look wild strokes the feral ass ego he possesses

If he hasn’t overstimulated you to the point that your mascara’s running then he’s failed

You thought period blood was bad? Wait until he kills someone in front of you, you’re never getting that shit out so say goodbye to your money (the blood doesn’t care how much it cost and neither does Michael)

Myers, as we all know, is an ass and if he feels like you’re not paying enough attention to him because of clothes or stuffed animals or what have you he will burn that shit or rip it to shreds right in front of you

Tread carefully

THOMAS HEWITT

Obviously Hoyt’s miserable and will make fun of you, but what’s new?

Thomas loves how soft you look though and always kicks up a fuss when Hoyt starts up

Once you’re living with Tommy there’s no “going into town” period, so come to grips with basic nail care and wearing your nails regular or get a kit/nail polish and do that stuff yourself

You’ll learn how to rock some overalls, okay? Cause the second Hoyt sees you done up he’s all of a sudden got the most disgusting jobs for you

Hoyt is a goddamn menace to society so you will either get into arguments with him constantly or end up in tears often

Thomas will step in though so you’re not dealing with his bs alone

Tommy loves when you wear frilly things (so if that’s a staple for you then he eats it up)

Can and will carry you if there’s a particularly muddy spot and you don’t want something to get ruined

But also, trick out some boots. Those bitches will be your best friend

Have spa days. Man’s a hard worker, he’ll appreciate the ease and your presence

Luda Mae will love how feminine you are and will frequently compliment you (but it depends on your specific aesthetic whether you’ll even remotely like the old dresses she gives you)

And if you do like the dresses and they don’t fit she’ll tailor them for you, adding and taking away fabric to your heart’s content

If you don’t already know she’ll teach you how to do all of it (sewing and stuff)

Also if you dress more revealingly invest in some bug spray and sunscreen. Tommy will happily rub it in for you

Monty isn’t rude per se, but he stares at you really hard so you tend to give him a wide berth regardless

Thomas will pick you flowers all the time

He’ll clumsy braid them into crowns but he’s absolutely giddy to present them to you, and you accept them happily

PSA: I conflated the fuck out of Thomas’ and Bubba’s personalities a little towards the end here, but it’s not too bad.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed, anyway here’s a link to pt2.

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𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

This is part three of Good Rockin' Tonight, find part two here.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,2K

Summary: Elvis can't do the friendship thing anymore- he misses you and wants you back, but when you reject him, he makes a decision that he regrets for years. But haven't the both of you learned that the heart wants what it wants?

Warnings: angst, exes to lovers, some time jumps, strong language, alcohol consumption, smut; semi public, vag penetration, unprotected sex.

A/N: the urge to let this series have an angsty ending is big... 😈

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The universe worked in strange ways.

Ever since you and Elvis broke up, you had grown closer together. He genuinely considered you his best friend, but this isn’t what he wanted at all. He didn’t want to be your friend after everything you had gone through together – he wanted to be your man.

He wanted to be yours and only yours.

He seemed to be a little more open about his manager to you – he’d hang on the phone to cuss him out to you every time something happened – and although he was still stuck doing horrible movies that lacked the art he wanted to create, he didn’t let his manager or anyone else hold him back from doing what he wanted to do.

He’d often go to Sunset Records, most of the time in the dead of the night, and have Lori open up a studio for him so he could cut some records. Real records, not the movie soundtracks he was unfortunately forced to sing.

You’d accept his invitations of coming down to the studio sometimes as well, because you loved seeing him in his element and being around him – after three years, it didn’t hurt as much anymore – but he understood that it wasn’t always possible for you to be there because you had a life on your own.

He didn’t want to be the reason for you to get fired… again.

You had left your small fashion adventure for what it was and got a job at Pop Weekly, a magazine that catered to music and film only. It didn’t pay as well as Seventeen, but enough for you to live comfortably and move into a bigger apartment where you lived alone because Red and Lori had taken the next step in their relationship and got a place together. They were barely living in it though, since they’d usually be where ever Elvis was.

Elvis couldn’t help but wish you were there too, he wanted you by his side every single day, but he knew you were happy. You were living the life you had always wanted and he loved seeing your face light up every time you spoke of your job.

You were the reason he never declined an interview from Pop Weekly.

Still, the fact that you and him were not actually together as a couple tugged at his heartstrings uncomfortably every time he saw your face or heard your voice.

“This better be good, Presley!” you yelled through the studio as you were let in by Lori. The clock currently read 2 in the morning and since you were still working on an article because you couldn’t sleep, you accepted his invitation for you to come down to the studio. You didn’t want to at first, but he persuaded you, telling you you needed a break from writing before you’d start going cross eyed. You knew he was right. “Or I’ll kick your ass,”

Lori grinned at you, because both of you knew Elvis wasn’t able to hear you from the lobby. As Lori locked the door and turned back to you, noticing the outfit you were sporting, she raised her eyebrows. You looked down at the baby blue colored pajamas you were wearing – a nightie Elvis had gotten you a few years ago, but you decided to wear the matching shorts with it this time to at least cover yourself up a little bit.

“What? It’s in the middle of the night,” you shrugged, swiftly turning around to walk into the studio where Elvis was before she was able to detect the sweet scent of your perfume and sheer shine of gloss on your lips.

Lori shook her head a little with a laugh as she followed you into the studio, making her way over to Red who was sitting in a shivel chair by the panels. The ginger haired man pressed a button, announcing your arrival to Elvis who immediately looked up and made his way to the space you were in with a smile so bright it made his eyes look a little smaller than they actually were.

“There she is, the little workaholic,” he had you in his arms before you could even give him a proper respond other than a laugh, your arms automatically winding around his waist to greet him back with an embrace.

“Says you,” you chuckled as you looked at him when he let go of you, poking his chest. “The man who’s cutting records at 2 in the morning,”

“I’m a goddamn vampire, you know that,” a smirk tugged at his lips and you rolled your eyes, letting him take your hand to guide you to the two seater that was placed against the wall. “Haven’t seen you in this in ages,”

You looked down at the way his fingertips played with the fabric of your nightie that sprawled out around you. As his warm hand came in contact with your bare thigh, you kicked off the flats from your feet and pulled your legs up the couch, giving him the opportunity to place his hand on your knee.

And he took it. Ofcourse he did.

“They’re waiting for you, El,” you told him with a small grin on your face, nodding to the people that were present in the studio, waiting for Elvis to get back behind the mic. “They’re human and humans need sleep, remember?”

He laughed softly at your words, biting his lip as he looked at the musicians in the recording booth. He kind of regretted having you come over, because now that he was seeing you in that nightie and your face bare of make-up, there was no way he could focus on his music anymore.

“I’m gonna send them home,” he said, getting up from the couch. You frowned as you grabbed his arm to stop him, looking up at him. “I wanna spend time with you, honey. It’s been a while since we been alone,”

Your heart did a somersault in your chest. You hadn’t been truly alone with him since the two of you separated because you were always surrounded by his entourage whenever you met and you were never bothered by that. But now that he was looking at you like that with that suggestive little smile, being alone with him was all you wanted.

You had no idea what he was up to, but as he shot you a wink while walking into the recording booth to tell the musicians they could go home, you were pretty sure an innocent conversation to catch up wasn’t anywhere on his mind.

Your suspicion was right. He didn’t send everyone home and asked you to stay back to talk about how your day’s been, and you were far from interested in small talk.

How could you even think about anything when he had you straddling his lap on the couch, his hands running up and down your sides underneath your nightie as his lips were marking your neck.

Maybe this was a bad idea and you had no idea what was going to happen between the two of you after this, but right now you couldn’t get yourself to care. After all these years, he was still able to make you throw all caution to the wind and listen to your body instead to your brain.

Your body had a complete mind of its own, your arms automatically raising for him to take your nightie off and leaving you in just your shorts on top of him. Sitting back against the couch, he looked at you as his hands ran up your stomach to gently cup your breasts in his large palms, his thumbs ghosting over your perked nipples.

God, he missed this. He missed you. He slept with other women after you and him split, but nobody could ever compare to you. The way your body responded so well to him, the way he knew all of your weak spots, what you did and didn’t like… you and him worked well together. Fit perfectly together like a puzzle.

He honestly believed you were made just for him.

“Kiss me,” you told him, running your hands up his arms and to his shoulders to squeeze them lightly. His eyes met yours as he smiled softly, moving his hands from your chest to your back to press you against him. His lips collided with yours harshly, and you were quick to respond to his kiss as he slipped his tongue in between your lips while his hands moved lower to cup your ass and press you even firmer against him than you already were.

Your hands disappeared in his hair, easily messing up the raven locks due to the lack of product in it. The faint taste of cigars and coffee on his tongue had you deepening the kiss, grinding yourself onto him a little faster to create some friction between the two of you – everything about your actions and about him brought back memories to the times when you were together.

Because despite the two of you breaking up and you being happy with the life you were currently living, you still missed him. He had always been good to you, had always treated you well and you had fond memories with the man. That was something nobody could never take away from you, or him.

Foreplay was usually something you and Elvis took your sweet time with, but it had been three years since you had been intimate together. You were too impatient and too turned on, and so was he. You were the only one who was completely naked when he pulled down your pajama shorts and panties but neither of you bothered to remove all of his clothing, only tugging his pants and underwear down to his thighs to let his cock spring free against his lower abdomen.

With his hands gripping onto your hips, he watched as you grabbed ahold of his erection and pumped him in your fist for a little bit before aligning him at your entrance. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you mixed with the feeling of your warmth squeezing him in tight had him gasping and throwing his head back against the couch. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you kept still for a little bit to get used to the feeling of having him inside of you – you felt so incredibly full and so incredibly aroused that it was hard for you to relax, your muscles contrasting around his length fiercely.

“Shit, baby, slow down,” he choked out, raising his head to look at you. Slipping his arms around your waist, he brought you closer against him and kissed you, causing you to moan in his mouth at the movement. “I ain’t gonna last long if you keep squeezin’ me like that- relax..” he mumbled against your lips and you nodded, laughing softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He rubbed your back soothingly and you slowly started to thrust yourself onto him. It was slow and sensual and it had the both of you moaning in the kiss you shared, your fingers tangling in his hair again. As his hands moved back to your hips to guide your movements, you picked up your pace a little and he eventually had to pull back from the kiss to inhale a sharp breath of air, biting his lip as he watched you lean back a little to arch your back, your hands wandering down his arms to grasp onto them for comfort.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbled, not caring if you heard it or not, as he watched your breasts bounce with the steady rhythm you found. The moans that were rolling off your tongue sounded like music to his ears, like little angels being present and singing just to him. It nearly had him hypnotized.

When he decided to move one hand down in between your thighs and rub your clit with his fingertips, your eyes found his as your nails dug into the fabric of the long sleeved button up he was wearing. “E-Elvis,” you gasped softly, removing your hand from his arm that was currently straining muscles with how fast he was working on your little sensitive nub. “Oh my God, y-yes, don’t stop,” you groaned, your eyes rolling back as you placed both your hands behind you on his knees while fucking yourself onto him even faster.

Your thighs were burning, but you couldn’t get yourself to care – you were so close to that little moment of euphoria that it was impossible for you to slow down or to stop and he sure was hell wasn’t complaining either. The sight of pure pleasure written all over your features was something he had seen so many times that he was positive he was never going to forget it and even right now, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

You looked so beautiful with your hair framing your face perfectly as you looked at him with those needy eyes – God, it was driving him absolutely insane.

So insane that he spoke without thinking.

“Fuck, I love you so much,”

He knew you heard it. He could see it in your eyes. But you barely had time to respond to it as you were taken to ecstasy by your orgasm that hit you like a tidal wave. He didn’t know if he completely fucked up by saying those words or not, but as he reached his own climax, he figured it’d be best not to overthink it.

Not right now.

You moved your arms back to his shoulders as he removed his hand from out between your thighs, gently grabbing your hips as his stuttered upwards a little, releasing himself inside of you with a deep drawn out moan.

You getting up and having him slip out of you to gather your clothes from the floor wasn’t the afterglow he had in mind. Perhaps it wasn’t your intention, but your body language felt off.

Distant.

You were pushing him away.

“I missed that,” he openly admitted. Hell, he already told you he loved you in the heat of the moment, and you had always wanted him to be more open about his feelings – and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

“I bet you got girls lining up at your front door,” you grinned his way, the comment obviously meant to be playful to make the situation you found yourself in feel less awkward.

And perhaps he would’ve laughed at it any other time, but for some reason his chest was tightening with emotions.

“I miss you,”

You looked at him, sitting down on the couch as you were completely dressed. You had to awkwardly press your thighs together to keep his bodily fluids inside of you and while you had been craving a shower a few seconds ago, you couldn’t be bothered to think about that now.

The way he was looking at you so seriously, his hand reaching out to yours after he made himself decent made panic settle in the pit of your stomach.

“Elvis-“

“I miss us, Y/N,” he interrupted you, his fingers lacing together with yours. “I know we weren’t perfect, but who is? I miss.. I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your lame jokes, your perfume on my pillow… your hands..” he looked down at your entertwined hands, giving a soft squeeze as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, a small smile raising the corners of his mouth. “I miss everything,”

You blinked a few times as you looked down, not wanting him to see the tears that were threatening to spill. Damn you for being so emotional after sex.

Damn you for missing your ex the same way he missed you. And damn you for making this so difficult on yourself.

“I want you back, honey,” he whispered, moving closer to you on the couch to slip his arm around your waist and pull you closer against his side.

“Elvis, I love you,” you told him as you braved yourself to look him in the eye, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you were close to crying. “But we don’t work together- maybe on paper, yes. But what’s gonna happen if we get back together? Everything will be good and fun in the beginning, but we’ll fall right back into the same cycle. It won’t work- we don’t work together,”

“When are you going to stop pushing me away, Y/N? It’s been three years. It doesn’t have to be like before, we can change. I can change,”

You slowly shook your head, gently pulling your hand out of his. “You can’t ask that of me and I can’t ask that of you- I know you, Elvis. You don’t want to change and I’d never expect you to,”

He watched as you got up from the couch, running your hands through your hair to tug it behind your ears. He couldn’t stop his knee from bouncing frantically, nervously. He couldn’t have you walk away from him anymore, but he also couldn’t keep you in his life.

Not like this.

He wanted more. He needed more.

“Then what.. what are we gonna do? Because I can’t do this anymore,” he told you, nibbling on his lower lip as he kept his eyes on you.

Those words made you nervous.

You couldn’t imagine your life without Elvis in it anymore despite not forming a couple together. You valued the friendship you two had, you weren’t ready to lose it, but you knew deep down inside that you had to let him go.

You wanted and expected different things from each other. Ofcourse, you loved him- more than you had ever loved anyone else, but you were not made to sit at home and wait for him all day. You weren’t made to be away from the person you loved for long periods of time.

So yes, you loved Elvis dearly, but you also loved and respected yourself.

“What do you mean?”

You needed to hear him say it, despite knowing exactly where he was heading with this and knowing that the words would tear you apart.

“I can’t keep being your friend,” the lump in his throat was getting so heavy that he felt as if he was suffocating, but like you had done three years ago, he was putting his own feelings first. He was choosing himself, protecting himself. “Not like this,”

He couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore, nor to you.

“So, the only reason you were my friend was because you thought we’d get back together?”

Yes.

The thought had definitely been on his mind.

“N-no… I don’t know. Jesus, Y/N,” he ran his hands down his face before he got up from the couch and took a step closer to you, though he still made sure there was enough distance between you. “I still love you and every time I see you, my heart fucking breaks because we’re not together. I can’t go on like this any longer- so what are we gonna do?”

You kept quiet, looking at him with tears in your eyes and sorrow in your heart.

“What do you want, Y/N? Because this… t-this ain’t workin’ no more,”

He was all over the place, the animated movements of his hands emphasizing every word he spoke. He was giving you an ultimatum, one that you couldn’t possibly give an answer to with how emotional you were right now.

You needed time to think.

But you could see he wanted an answer and he wanted it now; he was fed up. He couldn’t get you out of his head and staying friends with you and pretending everything was fine wasn’t fair to either of you.

He had to move on, you knew that, but even thinking about never seeing him again made a rush of panic roll through your entire being.

“I don’t know, Elvis- I don’t know what to say,” you said in a hushed tone as you looked down at your hands, twirling one of your rings around on your finger nervously. “All I know is.. that I-I.. I still need you in my life,”

“As friends,” he took it upon himself to finish your sentence, shaking his head a little as he looked at the panels Red had sat at earlier. The tension in the empty studio was thick, uncomfortable.

There was a certain sadness that lingered around you and him.

“I can’t be your friend- it’s too damn hard,”

“El-“

“No, I’m serious, Y/N. I can’t see you anymore- I don’t wanna hear your voice, I don’t wanna talk to you, I don’t even wanna look at you and I sure as hell don’t wanna be your friend,”

Now he was the one being distant, now he was the one pushing you away, and hearing him say these words felt as if someone was ripping your heart right out of your chest.

Your feelings were hurt and your ego was bruised, so much so that you didn’t hear the small crack of his voice. You didn’t hear the hurt in his voice, but as you looked at him and the two of you just stared silently at each other for what felt like forever, you could see it in his eyes.

You could see it in the way his features had hardened, how he eventually tore his gaze away from yours.

“If.. If that’s what you want..”

There was nothing more you wanted than to stop him from making this decision, but what else were you supposed to say?

You knew you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

And you weren’t the type of person who’d get down on their knees and beg and you knew him well enough to know that you wouldn’t be able to stop him from doing something he had his mind set on.

“It’s what I want,” he said, though there could not be one single hint of confidence detected in his voice.

This isn’t what he wanted- far from it. But it needed to be done.

Just as you had done, he needed to put himself first for once, even though it broke him inside.

He regretted the whole thing the second he left the studio, leaving his heart behind in the palm of your hands with hope that you’d eventually glue the pieces back together and bring it back to him.

Your life hadn’t been the same since 1965. Still as passionate as ever about your career, you worked more often than you were at home and when you were home, you’d either be writing or sleeping.

The spacious apartment with a skyline view you had upgraded to was truly breathtaking, but it didn’t feel like a home.

There were no pictures of you and friends on top of the fireplace mantel – other than a picture of you and Lori had taken in the early 60s, it was completely empty – and if a stranger would walk inside of your place, they’d think nobody even lived here at all.

By the time 1969 rolled around, you were miserable.

Other than some awkward run-ins because Lori and Red were still happily together and because the state of California really wasn’t as big as one might think, you had not spoken to Elvis in four years. You couldn’t escape the man though; after his comeback special that was aired last year, Elvis the performer was back and he was more popular than ever, both among his loyal fans that had been there since the beginning and a new crowd.

You couldn’t escape him.

But the thing is, you didn’t want to anymore.

You missed Elvis- every time you were confronted with his face by having to write an article on him or seeing pictures of him plastered around the office, it felt like someone punched a hole through your chest.

You figured this was your karma. He must’ve felt like this on that sweltering summer afternoon in ’62 when you stormed out of Graceland like an absolute maniac.

When you told him you didn’t want to be with him anymore because you didn’t belong in his world- you truly believed you were the biggest idiot on the planet.

Because now you were living in your own world, in a world without the man you loved by your side, and it felt eerily empty.

Meaningless.

What was a promotion even worth when you’d have no one to celebrate it with?

What was having a place to live in worth when you had nobody to come home to?

Red and Lori were stuck in that awkward middle position mutual friends usually lingered in when two of their friends broke up. Whenever Elvis and his guys were in California, Red and Lori would make sure you and Elvis wouldn’t run into each other. They didn’t know how you or Elvis would react and to keep the peace, they did not want to find out.

But Lori was your best friend- she could see you weren’t doing too well. Even though you’d avoid the topic that was Elvis, it was obvious that you missed him and regretted past mistakes.

And Red had been friends with Elvis since they were a couple of young’uns- no matter how good of an actor he was, Red saw right through the other man. He was trying to move on, focus on work and looking for love in other places, but Elvis had never stopped missing nor loving you and Red doubted he ever would.

Done seeing their two closest friends being miserable, the couple took it upon themselves to push you and Elvis back in each others’ direction.

If they wouldn’t, the two of you would simply never see each other again because even though neither of you would ever admit it out loud, you were mutually as stubborn. Not to mention the size of those damned ego’s- Elvis did not want to get rejected again, and the words he spoke last to you still kept you up at night, just as it did him.

“I can’t believe you actually talked me into this,”

The International hotel stood intimidatingly tall in front of you as you got out of Lori’s car, the dry Vegas air surrounding you uncomfortably.

You were supposed to be back in LA, lying to Lori over the phone as you’d tell her you were enjoying your vacation days but she practically kidnapped you to Sin City. The sunkissed blonde that dragged your suitcase out of the trunk of her car knew you well enough to know that you weren’t going to use those vacation days at all and would exhaust yourself with your work.

She was right, because those had been your plans exactly.

But Lori could be very persuasive and convinced you to come to Las Vegas with her. She played her cards well, tugging at your heartstrings when she nearly cried as she told you how much she missed spending time with you and that she was afraid of losing her best friend.

“Oh, relax, Y/N. It’ll be great- you need some time away from LA. One of these days your fingers will fall off with how much you’re writing and typing,” she chuckled, locking up her car as you took your luggage from her. “Besides, it’s been a while since we spend time together. Yay, girls on holiday!”

You raised an eyebrow at her, hoping your voice didn’t come out as nervous as you were actually feeling.

“Girls on holiday in the hotel where my ex is having a month long engagement- yay!”

She rolled her eyes, your sarcasm more clear to her than your nerves, as she hooked her arm through yours to pull you toward the entrance of the hotel. She didn’t comment on it and you could see she was pretending to not have heard you- all smiles and excitement as she pulled you to the check in desk where Red was already waiting for you with a key to your room.

She had tried to lure you to Las Vegas with an excuse first, but your best friend was a terrible liar. Ofcourse you weren’t oblivious to what Elvis was doing in his career so you knew he’d be here, but the truth was; Lori didn’t need to come up with any excuses to get you to come to Nevada.

You had no idea if Elvis even wanted to see you or would even give you the time of the day – you’d like to think he was not going to completely ignore you, he was too kind to do such a thing – but you couldn’t wait to see him.

Despite feeling like your heart was going to drop out of your ass the closer it got to eight o’clock when Elvis would have another show, Red and Lori didn’t need to do much convincing to get you to come with them to the show.

You weren’t leaving Vegas until you spoke to Elvis- or at least, saw him.

By no means was Red West a big name in Hollywood, but he was an actor and a decent one at that.

Maybe not good enough to land a big role among the big stars, but good enough to fool Elvis.

He did not tell his friend that he and Lori got you to come here, or that your room was down the hall from Elvis’ suite, or that you were currently sitting in a booth with Vernon, Lori and some other Memphis Mafia girlfriends slash wives.

He knew once Elvis would know you were here, he’d lose his mind- Red wouldn’t be surprised if the raven haired singer would fire him on the spot, so he wasn’t going to take any risks.

Red was too quick to celebrate his little victory, because even though he had fooled Elvis with his acting, Elvis Presley’s eyes worked just fine.

And those eyes were looking right at you as the owner of them stumbled over the lyrics of the Jailhouse Rock and Don’t Be Cruel medley.

Elvis didn’t know what to do for a second, but he knew how to stay professional- joking with the audience, changing up the lyrics to something silly, laughing at people that were sitting at the very front.

He had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand.

To the audience, it’d look like he was just in a good mood. Excited. A showman.

But you and the others knew the man behind the showman- everyone could see he was steadily growing more nervous, hands shaky, leg bouncing more frantically than usual. As Elvis looked over his shoulder to find Red, the latter quickly disappeared backstage, making his way into the crowd to help Sonny keep an eye on things- and to be removed from the stage as far as he could.

You didn’t want to be the reason for Elvis messing up his set, but you couldn’t look away from him nor could you find the strength within yourself to get up and leave. With the spotlights on him, you could barely make out if the two piece suit he was wearing was black or midnight blue, but either way, he looked absolutely gorgeous.

His hair was longer and his face looked a little older, but as he smiled, you were thrown right back to past.

That mischievous, yet innocent smile.

It had your heart beating fast and your fingertips shaking as you sipped on the third martini of the night a waitress just put in front of you.

You did your best to smile at him every time he looked into your direction, even though you had no idea if he even saw you at all.

You didn’t have much time to ponder on the thought, because as Elvis put away his guitar and spoke into the mic while walking back and forth on the stage, he took your entire table by surprise.

“There’s a little lady present here tonight that I haven’t seen in… ages,” he laughed softly, the sound of it sounding melancholic. “And to be completely honest with everyone here- I never thought I’d see her again, never thought I wanted to,” he mumbled the last sentence in the mic so quick, thickening his accent on purpose, that it was difficult for some people in the audience to understand him clearly.

But you heard every single one of the words that rolled off his tongue, and they had you shifting in your seat, Lori grabbing one of your hands when she noticed you didn’t know where to put them.

“Anyways.. eh.. yeah, me and this person have a lot of history together, so I’d like to dedicate this song to her- this is Memories,”

Lori squeezed your hand so firmly it looked like the song was dedicated to her. You almost laughed at it, but as the melodies of the piano filled with your ears, the lump in your throat prevented you from making any sounds at all.

You sat there with tears in your eyes, lyric after lyric hitting you right in the gut as he was currently singing just to you. He barely interacted with the audience like he usually did during the song, now his eyes were searching for yours through the blinding lights the entire time.

You had no idea what this meant- you had no idea where Elvis’ head was at right now, but you were relieved that he hadn’t told someone to get you out of the audience and far away from him.

You were relieved to know Elvis Presley didn’t hate you like you sometimes worried he did.

Elvis had never performed this fast in his life.

Elvis loved being on stage, putting on a great show for the people that paid money to come see him- he loved his fans, always wanted to make time for them, but now he couldn’t get far away from all of it fast enough.

The lights had barely gone low and the curtain wasn’t even dropped entirely, but he was already gone.

Unfortunately for him, he did not have the privilege to wander about on his own and he couldn’t get very far because he was surrounded by his male companions as soon as he had hopped off the stage.

“Elvis, I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you and-“

Looking at Red, Elvis pulled away from Joe’s side and grabbed his shoulder. “Get me to her- c’mon, man,”

Red widened his eyes a little, not hesitating to nod his head and lead Elvis to through the long backstage hallways and eventually through the kitchen, up to the top floor of the hotel where he had told you and Lori to go.

You were back in your room, pacing a hole in the carpet in front of the floor to ceiling windows. The view of sparkling city lights was gorgeous, but you couldn’t be bothered to look at it.

Not after Red made the phone call from the kitchen when Elvis was signing autographs for the cooks, informing Lori that they were on their way upstairs.

“This is stupid,” you told your best friend who sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes following your every move. “This is a stupid idea. Just because he dedicated a song to me doesn’t mean he wants to see me. In case you forgot, Lori, he told me himself that he didn’t want to see me or talk to me anymore,”

Lori sighed. “That was four years ago, Y/N,” she deadpanned, looking at you. “If he didn’t want to see you, he wouldn’t come up right now. You two have a lot of history, you’ve been through a lot- you can’t keep avoiding each other,”

You knew she was right, but you were too stressed out – and too stubborn – to admit it. So instead, you kept pacing and making up doom scenario’s in your mind, until a loud knock on the door almost gave you a heart attack.

Lori was quick to jump up, striding over to the door to open it for Red and Elvis. You expected all three of them to come back into the room, you had hoped that would be the case, but after some muffled mumbling, Elvis walked in alone.

Turning around, your eyes met his for the first time in four years. Your heart was beating so rapidly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear the sounds of it.

Elvis wasn’t doing much better- he felt as if he was thrown in a dream. He just stood there, nailed to the ground, as he stared at you. Because for at least twenty or thirty seconds that’s all he could do, until something inside of his brain clicked and he snapped out of it- he didn’t hesitate to take two big strides over to you and wrap his arms around you, engulfing your smaller frame in the heat of his embrace.

“God, it’s been a long time, baby,”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, the sound of his voice so close to your ear made heat rise from your toes to the top of your head. It felt like his voice had gotten even a little deeper than before, you had no idea if this was true or not, but the melody of it vibrated right through your bones.

You hummed in agreement, clearing your throat a little as he pulled back from the embrace- both of you not wanting to completely let go as his hands were still holding onto your shoulders and your fingers were grasping onto his jacket at his waist.

“You look real good, honey. Real good,” a smile softened his features, his teary eyes just as visible as yours, but you both kept up the facade to not break the dam completely.

“You.. you look amazing, Elvis. You truly do,” you complimented him back, meaning every word of what you said. He looked gorgeous up there on that stage, but now that he was in front of your nose, he was almost ethereal.

Both you and Elvis agreed to the idea of getting a couple of drinks in your system before there would be any conversation of the past. Neither of you had insinuated the dreaded topic, but he could feel it lingering on the horizon just as much as you did.

There was only so much small talk two people could engage in, even with such a history as yours.

“Almost as good as yours,” he chuckled as he looked at the cocktail in his hand, sitting at the round dining table that stood near the window.

Margarita’s. You hadn’t had one in a long time- not because you were working all the time, but because they reminded you of him and your first fight.

“Watch it, Presley,” you teased with a grin as you brought the sugar coated rim of your glass to your lips, taking a small sip.

“I said, almost!” he exclaimed with a deep laugh, putting his glass down. He rubbed his hands together, his eyes focused on the jewelry adorning his slender fingers.

Your laughter gradually died down and a silence fell over the both of you, the sound of you putting your glass down on the marble table nearly deafening. Your mind was racing, the tension making goosebumps lick at your skin. You had so much to say, yet you didn’t know how to properly form a sentence that would make sense.

Elvis took it upon himself to break the silence, raising his head to look at you.

“You know, I haven’t ever stopped thinking ‘bout you,” as you looked back at him and saw a small smile gracing his features, you felt your heart quickening in your chest. “That night at the studio.. the things I said, leavin’ you like that- it’s the biggest regret I got in life,”

He quickly picked up his glass, gulping down a few large sips of his drink. He ignored the taste of liquor tickling at his throat, licking some sugar off his lower lip.

“It’s in the past,” you replied, mentally slapping yourself because the words sounded plain stupid in your head. “I’ve left you once too, remember?”

He chuckled softly at the small grin that tugged at your lips. He appreciated you making light of the situation, and the fact that you didn’t hold a grudge against him for it. If you did, you wouldn’t be here right now- right?

Nodding his head a little, he softly – nervously – tapped one of his rings against the glass that was still in his hand. “What about us?”

He took you slightly by surprise when asking that.

It wasn’t like you came to Vegas just to get back together with your ex- sure, the thought had definitely been on your mind (multiple times), but you had no idea where his head was at and you knew that if the two of you were going to give this another go again, it wasn’t going to be easy.

It was going to be a lot of hard work, but if he was willing to put in the work, so were you.

“Are we still in the past?” he questioned again and you inhaled a sharp breath of air, straightening your shoulders a little against the back of your seat.

“I’d like for us not to be,” you blurted out.

You decided to just be honest and put it out there. You had no idea what the future held in store for you and Elvis, but you were more than willing to find out.

You had never loved anyone like you loved him and you doubted you ever will.

“I missed you,” you quickly added, the few drinks you had during the show and the one you were nursing now giving you enough courage to look him straight in the eye. “We’re polar opposites from each other and that made us messy sometimes. We hurt each other and we say shit we don’t mean, and I’m sure we’ll always be that way but that’s what makes us.. us. I love you, El- I don’t think I ever stopped,”

He almost made you want to take your words back when he just stared at you, for longer than you felt was necessary. You were almost starting to think he was going to completely reject you and tell you sharing a drink after so many years didn’t mean anything, but before you could fall into the claws of the demons in your head Elvis put his glass down and leaned forward to grab your hands.

You looked down as he laced your fingers together, ignoring the small painful squeeze he gave your hands which made his rings press uncomfortably against your knuckles.

“I love you too, Y/N- I always did and I always will,” he told you, softly tugging on your hands which made you get up from your seat. As he softly pulled you toward him, you didn’t fight him on it and sat down onto his lap. He let go of your hands to snake his arms around your waist, smiling at you as you shifted your body a little to look at him and rest your arm around his shoulders. “I don’t care what the future holds for us, all I know is that I want it with you,”

You blinked away some tears, smiling as you nodded. He brought one hand up to your face to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away a single tear that managed to escape. He gently brought your face closer to his to peck your lips but before he could kiss you properly, you pressed your forehead against his.

“I don’t think my future is in LA anymore,”

He frowned at this, surprised by your words. It made him pull back a little so he could look you in the eye, his hand moving down your shoulder and arm, his hand easily slipping into yours again.

“What are you talkin’ about, baby? Your whole life is in LA- your work-“

“That’s the thing,” you sighed, the thought of your work being your entire life was depressing. The words flew off your tongue before you had properly thought them through, but when the word vomit came out, it felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. “My work.. is my life, and I don’t want to live that anymore. I love how far I managed to come in my career and I love writing, I truly do, but.. it’s just.. not worth it without you there. Or anyone, for that matter- Lori is with you and the guys most of the time which I don’t blame her for, definitely not, but it.. it gets lonely,” your hand had found its way into his hair, running your fingers through it absentmindedly. “In the years we’ve been apart, I realised that no person is meant to live their lives all by themselves and nothing is worth it without love. Besides, I can write in Memphis too, right? Or Vegas? You’re in Vegas a lot these days, aren’t you? Yeah. Yeah! I can get a job here- I bet there’s a lot to write about. I’m pretty sure I saw Nancy Sinatra’s name plastered around the city so that’s definitely a possi-“

He let you ramble on for a little bit, until he realised you weren’t going to zip it on your own accord. Catching you off guard mid sentence, he pressed his lips against yours- it was forceful at first, until he felt you relaxing against his frame.

Parting your lips, you allowed him to take dominance as he let his tongue dance along with yours. Letting go of your hand and wrapping both arms around your waist once more, he embraced you firmly against his chest as he deepened the kiss.

Elvis was a good kisser. He had been in 1956, the years in between and his ways definitely hadn’t changed now. If anything, they had improved.

You weren’t naive to think he had not kissed – or slept – with anyone else in the time you weren’t together, but you did not have time to worry about the matter or let jealousy creep in, because as soon as he gently sucked on your lower lip while pulling back, a soft moan rolled off your tongue.

He looked at you with a grin on his face, stopping you from kissing him again. This was the first time you felt as if you were the younger one in the relationship.

Although the age difference between you wasn’t major, there had been moments where you had felt it. Where you felt as if you were the one making the wise decisions and so forth.

But right now, with the way he had kissed you and his eyes were taking in every detail of your face while his hand was resting on the side of your thigh, you felt his more dominant side coming out to play.

And it wasn't even entirely sexual, it was just the feeling of his aura.

You couldn’t say you entirely disliked it.

“You can write anywhere you like, my girl,” he told you with a sweet smile on his face, his hand coming up to gently tug a lock of hair behind your ear. “As long as you do it with your heart- I don’t want you to be stuck in a place where you’re not happy. I want you to be happy,”

You sighed deeply, almost dreamily and it made him chuckle softly. Gently grabbing his face, you pressed a kiss on his lips and then swung your arms around him, hugging him.

“You make me happy, Elvis. I want to be where you are,”

He smiled to himself. Letting his hand rub your back soothingly, he kissed your bare shoulder.

“Are we gon’ give the future a try?”

You squeezed him in your embrace a little before you pulled back to look at him, smiling.

“I think you should take me out on a date first,”

He raised his eyebrows at the teasing tone on your tongue, letting out a laugh. Nodding his head, he folded his hands together at the small of your back.

“How ‘bout a Sinatra show?”

You grinned as you moved your hands to his cheeks, grabbing his face once more.

“Now you’re talking,” you wiggled your eyebrows, kissing him again. He laughed against your lips softly, making you squeal as he picked you up in his arms and got up from his seat.

Before you could stop him, he had thrown you on your bed, your frame bouncing on the soft mattress a little. Removing some hair out of your face, you looked at him with a laugh.

“I’m guessing I’m getting the Elvis Presley encore first?”

He grinned as he crawled onto the bed, hovering above you by placing his hands on either side of your head.

“You guessed right, princess,” he hummed in your ear as his lips were attached to your neck, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

The new nickname sent a shiver down your spine and an electrifying tingle in between your thighs.

Unlike in 1960, you didn’t mind feeling small in the presence of Elvis- tonight you reveled in the feeling.

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waltwhitmansbeard · 11 months

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a little thing based on this art. nsfw but not explicit.

Keyleth didn't buy the lingerie for herself. She never would—it just seems so...frivolous, and expensive, and embarrassing. She understands the appeal—people like soft, delicate things, like butterflies and lace—but...it just wasn't her.

Which is why she couldn't help but stare owlishly when a package was dumped unceremoniously in her lap on a random afternoon by a sun-kissed Pike. "Happy birthday."

"My...birthday was four months ago."

Pike shrugged. "Time is an illusion. Go on, open it."

Nothing could have surprised her more than the forest green negligee and matching panties she discovered nestled among blush pink tissue paper when she opened up the box. She sputtered out half a dozen different sentences at once, before finally choking out, "Why?"

"I thought it would go nicely with your complexion. I got a royal blue for Vex, because, y'know, she's got a motif going on." Pike smirked. "My set is yellow."

"Do we...have matching underwear?"

Pike rolled her eyes and hopped up on the couch in Keyleth's Zephran cottage. "Not matching, I just got a set for each of us. Y'know..." She elbowed Keyleth in the ribs. "For fun."

"Oh." Her blush extended all the way down her arms. "So this—I mean—I'm supposed to—"

"Keyleth, you can do what you want with it. Vex is gonna use hers to fuck Percy nasty, and I like to wear mine to dance around the house." She paused. "And also to fuck nasty. But why don't you just try wearing yours to sleep? It doesn't have to be sexual if you don't want it to be."

Keyleth swallowed hard. "Right."

"I mean, you put this on and Vax is definitely gonna break his leash, but—"

"OKAY, THANK YOU PIKE." She slammed the lid of the box closed and buried her face in her hands.

And yet, here she is, just a week later, inexplicably wearing the surprisingly soft lingerie set, lounging on the bed with a book in her hand. It's not a particularly interesting read—something about architecture and city planning that Percy insisted she peruse—but at least it'll help her fall asleep. Vax is curled up beside her, his long hair a waterfall up over his pillow, and she's got an arm around him, keeping him close, her favorite place for him to be.

Pike wasn't wrong: the first time Vax saw her wearing this, face red and lip chewed nervously, his eyes bulged—as did other things. But when she stammered out an explanation, he took her face in his hands, kissed her gently, and said, "You're always beautiful, and I always want you." His fingers toyed with the hem of the negligee. "This is just...bonus."

Now she pulls him in tighter, eying him over his shoulder. He's pretending to be asleep, probably to guilt her into turning off the light so he actually can go to sleep, and she takes the opportunity to admire him in the way she so often feels him admiring her. His muscles are long and ropey, giving him a deceptively wiry look, and in the past year or so since she's given it to him, the burn scar of her palm in the center of his back has healed into a warm red the color of her freckles. He is, in a word, sexy, and wearing this ridiculous, frilly thing makes her feel sexy too, a feeling that is so often foreign to her.

She catches him peeking over his shoulder at her. "Ah, so you are awake."

"No I'm not." He grins.

She sets the book on the nightstand beside her. "That sucks. If you were awake..." The sentence dangles in an unfinished suggestion.

His head fully cranes around, eyes dancing hopefully. "Yeah?"

Keyleth shrugs, and the motion makes the gauzy negligee ripple across her stomach. "But you're so tired."

He's on her then, warm body held aloft over hers by arms leaned by years of hurling daggers and scaling walls. "Oh, trust me." His smile glitters, playful and devilish. "I would love nothing more for you to tire me out."

And as his hand comes skittering up beneath the nightie, she grins up into a kiss, silently thanking Pike for the strangest, best gift she would never have asked for.

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nightybazaar · 2 years

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#single nighty #women's cotton embroidery nighty #best quality nighty #best color & flower nighty #very comfortabe nighty

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reallydelicatezombie · 2 years

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Wearing Lingerie For Spock

*swings in on a vine in a faux fur bikini* Here, I wrote this imagine/headcanon just because I could. *swings away*

Warnings: Smutty, but not full on smut. Smut adjacent, if you will.

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‐You might think Spock would find lingerie illogical, but you'd be wrong

-Very wrong

-See, Spock is still part human male, and that means he has needs; and he's part Vulcan male, which means he still has needs and urges, even if he might sometimes give the impression that he doesn't

-We've seen T'pring with Spock after her proposal; she had on lingerie, and it was beautiful

-And in Spock's dream where his human half fights his Vulcan half, T'Pring is in what I am willing to bet is the Vulcan equivalent of a nightie (again, very beautiful and very sensual)

-So while he was with T'Pring, Spock definitely had some experience with seeing his beloved in lingerie; but now that they're not together and he's with you, he hasn't seen you in lingerie

-And that's a real shame, because you look amazing in lingerie, and you want to see Spock go feral for you; you want to tease this Vulcan, and make him completely lose control and unleash that burning passion that waits just below the thin veneer of complete self-control

-So you plan the perfect evening, on a weekend where you and Spock both have two whole days off (barring an emergency) and you can really take your time to make him go wild

-You go through every piece of lingerie in the clothing replicator options, wanting to choose the perfect piece

-You look through creamy silks and blushing satins, red plunging lace and sheer black mesh; you try on many items, turning this way and that in the mirror, making sure you look and feel sexy before you make your choice

-You're getting a little worried, not finding exactly what you want until you see it , The One®️, the thing that will make you feel like a goddess and will make Spock lose his shit

-A gorgeous black lace bra and panties, with black garters and stockings; you complete the look with glossy black heels

-The color complements your (skin color) perfectly; the bra hugs your breasts, lifts them and makes them more enticing; and the panties and garters show off your best assets, your curvy ass and thick, wide hips and thighs. Oh, you are going to enjoy teasing and pleasing the Vulcan in this!

-You spend all day getting ready; you clean your quarters, set the table with candles and Spock's favorite Vulcan meal, pour some wine and dim the lights. You put on your best dress, a deep red silky number, and your favorite perfume. The lingerie you'll save for later ;)

-When Spock arrives, you're a little nervous; you've had sex before a few times now, and he's seen you in your bra and panties, but nothing so fancy and sexy as what you have planned for the evening.

-Spock takes one look around the room and at you, and can instantly tell something's up; he's not a moron, and can tell that if you put this much thought and effort into the evening, you must have something special planned.

-But what it is, Spock doesn't really have an idea about; he decides that given the atmosphere and your dazzling appearance, it must be a good surprise, and he decides to just sit back and enjoy it. He always finds himself surprisingly relaxed and happy around you.

-He leans down to give you a deep kiss that steals your breath away. "You are vision of beauty," he compliments you, his dark eyes taking you all in. You blush at how sweet he is. He looks quite handsome in his uniform, as always.

-You two sit down to enjoy the meal, and the wine and conversation flow easily. After finishing the meal, you and Spock move over to the sofa, and Spock moves to pull you down onto his lap, BUT--you put out your hand onto his chest to stop him.

-He quirks an inquisitive brow at you. "Not yet," you say with a sly smile. "I'll be right back." You give him a quick kiss and then disappear into your bedroom.

-Now Spock is really intrigued. He waits patiently, but thankfully he doesn't have to wait long.

-As you take one last look at yourself in the mirror, you are suddenly nervous. What if your super-logical boyfriend finds this silly? What if he doesn't understand why you're doing this? You're briefly embarassed, but then you take a deep breath, tell yourself that Spock is going to flip, and make your way into the living room.

-When the doors to your bedroom open and you finally step out, Spock's jaw literally drops. He feels his breath leave his lungs as he just drinks in the sight of you wrapped in your sexy lingerie. You needn't have worried.

-Spock eagerly leans forward and his hands actually clench, desperate to touch you. He can't believe what he's seeing, all your beautiful curves hugged by the black lace, supple flesh straining against the flimsy fabric.

-Spock's dick immediately hardens as you sensually make your way over to him. "See something you like?" you tease as you get in front of him. You lean down to where your tits are eye level with him and place your hands on his broad shoulders.

"Y/n," he says your name heatedly, his large hands coming up to grip your waist. He gently but firmly pulls you down on his lap. "What is all of this for?" he says in wonder, his eyes coming up to rest on your face.

-"It's all for you, Spock," you say seductively, leaning forward to give him a better view of your cleavage, which his eyes immediately go back down to. So, the Vulcan, does like lingerie after all, you smirk. You decide to tease him even more, because you know you can get him riled up. All the while, his hands are now roaming over your body, cupping your breasts, tracing the outline of the lace over them with his fingers, squeezing your ass, which is exposed due to the shape of your panties, running down your stockinged thighs and legs.

-You dip your head so your lips are just barely grazing the outer shell of his ear as you whisper, "See, I want you to do anything you want to me. I want you rip this off of me and fuck me until I can't stand up straight." You lick his ear and gently nibble on the pointy tip. Spock sharply inhales at this, and you feel his rock hard dick twitch in his pants.

-He chuckles darkly at your request and says, "Oh, I am nothing if not obliging. I will gladly assist you in this endeavor." You feel a surge of moisture coat your slit and dampen your panties.

-Spock suddenly picks you up effortlessly and throws you on the bed. His eyes are so dark and his gaze so intense you have the fleeting thought that perhaps you'll get more than you bargained for, and that excites you even more.

-Spock undoes your bra with one swift flick of his wrist. You go to take your garters off, but Spock practically growls, "No, keep those on. And the shoes." And with that, he snaps your underwear in half (for which he will apologize profusely later, even though you reassure him it's fine), and proceeds to fuck you for what is literally the rest of the evening. You start on the bed, make your way back to the sofa, then he bends you over the kitchen counter (your shoes fall off at that point, but neither of you care by then), and after that holds you up against the wall. You're not sure how he's still standing by the end of it, except for his Vulcan strength. He is drenched in sweat by the time you two finally collapse, completely spent. As you catch your breath, he turns to you and says, in his deep voice, "Is that everything you desired, ashayam?" You assure him that it was even better than what you imagined.

-From then on, lingerie becomes a routine part of your love life. You introduce Spock to all kinds: lacy nighties, matching bra and panties sets, corsets, crotchless thongs, bodysuits, even themed lingerie (Spock would literally die if anyone ever found out, but for his birthday you wore a cupless bra French maid number, and let's just say, he now requests it regularly, and he would find it illogical, except that seeing how sexy you are in it, he finds it perfectly logical that he wants you in it so much)

-You have tried every color and pattern imaginable, too: his favorite colors on you are red, black, nude (to match your s/c), and blushing pinks. He can't help it. You look incredible in these and when you go through all the trouble of dressing up for him, he finds it would be incredibly rude to not properly appreciate and admire you, after all.

-He has bought you some items, too, that he has found on various away missions. He can't help but think about what you'll look like for him in it when he picks them out. Anyone else would be shocked to see how much of his yearly expenditures are spent on lingerie.

-You *may* have taken some racy boudoir photos for him to look at when he is horny misses you. He actually thanked you every day for a month, and said they were among his most prized possessions.

-You are a complete tease and will purposefully wear stockings and garters under your short skirts, making sure to bend over in front of the commander (not where anyone else could see, of course). Which results in disciplinary action against you, if you know what I mean ;)

-"Lt. Y/n, I must discuss an urgent matter with you in Holodeck 5." (The urgent matter is his boner.)

-You will also shamelessly innocently walk into a room in nothing but your uniform skirt, boots, and a lacy bra. "Honey, have you seen my uniform top? I can't seem to find it anywhere." This is of course followed by you bending over unnecessarily to look for it. You walk around, making sure your curves are *jiggling*, as you sigh dramatically.

-This ends with Spock eyeing you the entire time, walking over to you, reaching behind you onto the counter, and handing you your top, which he knows damn good and well you left there on purpose. "Would you like me to assist you in putting on your uniform, y/n?"

-"Oh, thank you, Commander." Which results in you not getting your top on, but in the rest of your clothes coming off. It delights you to no end that the great, stoic, intelligent Spock is completely obsessed with you in skimpy lingerie.

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