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janaispunk · 3 days

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just close your eyes

chapter 3 • series masterlist

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: An injured Joel and Ellie stumble into your home in the middle of the night. Against your better judgement, you decide to help them.

word count: ~2.2k

tags/warnings: post outbreak, slow burn, found family, age gap (sorry not sorry), able-bodied reader, angst, reader has a sad sad backstory and ptsd, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, vague description of an injury, implied death of a character, the angst is ANGSTING in this one

a/n: once again, i can't thank that jackson joel pedro photo enough for the inspiration that it's brought me. i hurt my own feelings with this chapter, and truth be told, it's gonna get worse from here.

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Over the following days, something of a routine forms between the three of you.

Joel spends most of his time resting, asleep more often than not, the shape of him on your couch a picture that you grow familiar with. But as his fever goes down and the skin around his injury is less red than when you first laid eyes on it, you allow yourself the tentative hope that you might have been able to actually save him.

You’re becoming less skittish around him, getting used to his rather gruff demeanor, slowly realizing that what Ellie said was indeed true, it’s not about you. You come to think he just doesn’t like needing and accepting help.

Ellie follows you around like a puppy, eager to soak up every scrap of knowledge that you can share with her. It’s not much, you think, mostly cooking, the task of turning supplies into various meals, given the limited resources that you have in this world. You like having her around, the almost constant stream of chatter and questions never annoying you.

It fills your usual silence, helps keeping you grounded in the present. Most of the time.

Now that you have company, it becomes painfully obvious to you how much time you spend in your head, just sitting and staring straight ahead, lost in your thoughts, oblivious to the time passing. You have taken to having a book open in your lap, to make it seem like you’re reading, but you find yourself looking down at the page without seeing it, not sure when you last turned it.

It’s not what they would have wanted, you keep telling yourself, trying to shake yourself out of it. Well, it’s not like anything happened the way we wanted, the bitter voice in your head answers.

If Ellie or Joel notice, they don’t ask about it. You hear their voices in the night sometimes, both of them sleeping in your parents’ bedroom now, since the couch was starting to hurt Joel’s back.

You don’t lock your door anymore, leaving it ajar, just like them. The thought of someone else being down here with you is soothing you, the fear of them being a possible threat basically nonexistent at this point. Instead, a different kind of fear sets in.

They haven’t talked about where they are going, but you know that they’re not gonna stay forever. Once Joel is completely healed, and winter has given way to spring, they’ll most likely be off again, leaving you on your own again. You don’t want to grow attached, but it’s difficult not to, while being with other constantly.

You and Joel are taking longer to warm up to each other than you and Ellie have, but you’ve gotten used to having him around you. It’s a quiet, but trustworthy, reassuring thing, his presence in your space. Now that he’s healing, he’s someone who you trust to take responsibility, to take care of things if needed. You’re not sure how you know, but you’re certain that he is.

One evening, Ellie finds the DVD collection that’s stashed away in the cabinet under the small TV in the corner of the room. You hadn’t watched anything in forever, not sure if it’s even still working, but her enthusiasm makes it impossible to turn her down.

Even Joel pipes up at the prospect of a movie night, crouching down next to her to sift through the DVDs. They’re both drawn to the shitty action movies – usually not your preferred taste, but you find the corners of your mouth lifting when they both turn around simultaneously, looking for your approval of their choice.

Joel pushes himself back up with a grunt, pressing the button on the TV and making it spring to life without issue. You settle deeper into the couch cushions, pulling a knitted blanket over yourself as you watch the opening credits play.

It’s so comfortable, so normal, and you want to get lost in the feeling in a way that makes your heart ache. Ellie sits down beside you to share the blanket while Joel stretches his legs out on the other couch. A smile is tugging at his lips when he catches you looking at him, but it can’t hide the wariness in his eyes, mirroring your own. It’s the feeling of things being too good to be true, the fear of nothing good ever lasting, of the world crashing down around you again, that always accompanies you, and without asking, you know that he feels it too. You cast your eyes back to the screen, trying hard not to get yourself lost in the fear, but to enjoy the moments of peace while they last.

Ellie loves the movie, her eyes wide at every action-packed sequence, gasping at every explosion. At one of the more absurd scenes, you can’t contain the burst of laughter that bubbles up your throat. You’re unexpectedly joined by the deeper rumble of Joel’s, a sound that you haven’t heard before.

You glance at him, to find his eyes already on you, an emotion in them that you can’t place. Neither of you say a word, both quietly returning your eyes to the TV.

When you’re lying in bed later that night, you still feel the smile on your face.

While your closeness with Ellie came quickly, almost taking you by storm, it’s a quiet, slowly growing thing with Joel.

It begins with him lingering in the kitchen when you’re preparing the morning coffee, asking you questions about the place, about keeping supplies, electricity, the safety measures. He helps you with cooking, grumbling about giving something back when you protest.

He’s gruff, no comparison to Ellie’s lively chatter and endless questions, and it makes you nervous at first. But you get used to him, his more quiet demeanor, his dry humor. You can tell that he’s trying hard not to scare you again, avoiding sudden movements or getting loud, and while you appreciate it, you also can’t help but wonder how broken you must seem from the outside.

He doesn’t ask prying questions about your past, how you’ve come to live here all alone, though you have to imagine that he’s curious. You don’t ask him about his either, even if you do wonder how he and Ellie ended up together. It’s a quiet mutual understanding and you’re grateful for it.

You have to believe that he had his fair share of loss in his own life, that the both of them had; an inescapable reality at this point in the world’s history.

It’s like a silent camaraderie when he catches your eye as Ellie is reading out puns to the both of you once more, rolls his eyes in a way that still holds so much love for the girl next to you, but that fills you with the urge to giggle. It stops you in your tracks the first time it happens, the sensation so unfamiliar to you that you can’t place it for a second.

When you smile at him, the corners of his mouth rise ever so slightly as well, before he huffs an exaggerated sigh at the joke that you just heard. It riles Ellie up, just like he wanted to, you suspect. But you block out her bickering at him, busy with your own thoughts. One thought in particular, one that you haven’t had about anyone since you were a teenager.

Joel is kind of pretty when he smiles.

The both of them have also taken to working their way through the bookshelf that’s taking up most of one of the walls. It’s mostly guidebooks on hunting, gardening, self defense, anything that your father deemed possibly useful. Over time, you had added books from your old bedroom, the one upstairs, that you had hastily carried down the stairs, hoping for the familiar words to give you a sense of normalcy in a world where nothing was normal anymore.

Joel sometimes talks to you about them, asking your opinion on which ones to read, discussing their contents with you. Over time, you realize that he does it when you’re zoning out, pulling you back into reality with the drawl of his low voice next to you. You’re thankful for it, not used to being cared for like this, but also mortified that as it seems, he does notice when you’re too deep inside your head.

It’s one of those afternoons, you’re just about to start preparing dinner, when Ellie asks if you have more books somewhere, about something cool. “Like what?” you reply, an easy smile on your face.

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, “like comics, maybe? Ohh, or something about space?”

It takes a moment before the words register, before they form a picture in your mind, the memory of exactly what she’s asking for. You stop in your tracks, frozen on your way to the kitchen. Your toes dig into the carpet beneath your bare feet. A faint trembling starts in your hands and slowly spreads through your body.

Ellie says your name, an edge in her voice. You’re not sure what your face looks like.

Your wide eyes find hers, looking up at you from where she was spread out on the floor, her hair splaying out over the scratchy rug, one of your books held over her head. You had joked about how that position couldn’t be comfortable a few minutes ago.

You see Joel from the corner of your eye, slowly raising to his feet from the couch cushions. It feels like you can’t breathe, like you’re sucking in air but it doesn’t reach your lungs.

A large, warm hand lands on your shoulder, making you jump. Joel rubs soothing circles over your back, your name a low rumble on his lips.

“It’s– it’s not a problem if not,” Ellie murmurs, sitting up slowly, her eyes flicking between you and Joel, uncertainty written over her features.

You force a shuddering breath in, using the sensation of Joel’s hand splayed over your back to ground yourself. Nodding your head, you will your voice to travel up your throat.

“Yeah no, I– just a second.”

Joel repeats your name, more questioning this time, but you ignore it, feet carrying you into the bathroom where you quickly shut the door behind you. Skin stretching over your knuckles, you stand over the sink, gripping its edges to stay upright.

It’s what he would have wanted. He would have been so happy to share them. It’s true, you know what.

You’re not sure what’s worse. Going in there yourself, crossing the threshold of a room that you haven’t entered in years, haven’t even opened the door to, or letting someone else do it, let them disturb the memory of a reality that you’ve tried to preserve in there. Too painful to touch, but too important to let go of.

Steeling yourself, you return to the living area. Ellie and Joel are sitting close to each other, both of their heads flying up at the door opening. It’s obvious that they have been talking about you. You bite your lip.

Ellie rises to her feet slowly, takes a tentative step toward you. “Listen, it’s not that important really–” She sounds like she’s talking to a skittish animal.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice not to betray you. With a deep breath, you cross the room to the door beside yours. One of two that you keep firmly closed.

It creaks on its hinges when you open it slowly, your hand shaking on the handle. You try not to look around, to keep your eyes closed to the truth that nothing changed in here, and yet everything changed. It’s stuffy, stagnant air that’s been untouched for too long, but it smells like him. Like he’s still here with you.

You don’t see the unmade bed, still carrying the trace of the last time he got up, the stuffed lion beside the pillow. Don’t see the half finished drawings on the desk, or the mess of action figures in the corner. You grab the stack of comics from the nightstand, ignoring the way your vision blurs at the edges. Move on to the shelf, smaller than the one in the living room, blindly picking out random books.

When you step out of the bedroom, quickly pulling the door shut behind you again, neither Joel or Ellie have moved. You can’t meet either one’s gaze, don’t want to see the expression in their eyes.

Ellie takes the stack of books from your outstretched hands, murmuring a thanks, and you sense that there are more words on the tip of her tongue. Questions, apologies, you don’t know and you don’t want to.

Turning on your heels, you escape into your own room, closing the door as quickly as you can before you collapse on your bed. Tears flood your eyes in time with the memories flooding your head, threatening to pull you under and drown you under their waves.

You hear their muffled voices through the door, but neither of them comes to disturb you. You’re thankful for it, not needing anyone to witness you in this state. Eventually, you drift off into sleep, your mind gladly giving way to unconsciousness.

The following night is the first time that Joel has to shake you awake from a nightmare.

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lyraoftheevergreens · 22 days

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The Realms Enchantress

Chapter 1

nsfw: minors do not engage!

Pairing: Daemon x Fem!Targaryen Reader, Daemon x Niece!OFC

Summary: For years Daemon never had a care in the world just, sex, wine and a good battle. With the exception of his favorite niece. His little dragon he called her. He swore to be there for her and he got himself exiled when she needed him the most. Now, he returns from war at the step stones and is determined to get her back. No matter the cost.

Warnings: the usual, Targaryen incest

Authors note: I hope you all love chapter one of this fanfic idea I had in my head. I was having a hard time getting started but I hope you all enjoy it. Other than the characters being Targaryen and having Targaryen features I’m gonna try as hard as I can to get descriptive of her features.

Word count: 1,545

Tag List: open 🖤

Y/n Targaryen, on her second name day was declared the realms enchantress. To see her was to love her. Her gorgeous purple eyes could put you in a trance of awe at her beauty. She was the most treasured girl to her family, her mother and father loved her so deeply. Nobody would ever fathom Daemon capable of such affection but he loved his niece deeply. Then 3 years later came the birth of her sister Rhaenyra the realms delight. The realm had two Targaryen princess to marvel over. The king and queen had two princess to cherish. For Daemon, he was wrapped around their fingers. He greatly enjoyed teaching y/n valerian and taking her for rides on Caraxes. He would brush and braid her hair when he would walk past her chambers hear her cries and catch her fighting the handmaidens upon entering her room. “Ñuhon byka zaldrīzes, what seems to be the problem.” He says entering the door to your chambers from hearing your screams with the handmaidens. “Kepus.” You ran to your uncle tears streamed down your face and weld in your eyes as you leaped into his arms, he crouched down to catch you and held on to you tight. “I- don’t - want- my - hair- in - braids - in - the -tight - ball - on top- my head.” You choked out in between sobs that have now turned into hiccups in your uncles shoulder. That was all it took and you were sat between his legs as he brushed your hair back and he loosely braided it. Nobody had ever thought Daemon would be braiding hair, but yet here he was, braiding yours. He loved to give his two nieces gifts when he returned from his travels. Often times presenting both you and Rhaenyra necklaces made by the locals or rings and earrings. Fruit from where he had been, or clothing made from the locals. As you got older it was always Jewelry.

After riding your dragon Dirrax, you retreated to your chambers for a bath. In preparation for your 16th name day feast that would begin tonight. It was to be a 5 day celebration for the kings first born turning 16 years of age. When entering your chambers ready to instruct your maids to prepare the bath your met with a man laid in your bed. Not any man, your uncle who has been away for 2 years.

“Nyke’ve missed ao ñuhon byka zaldrīzes, Emagon ao missed aōha kepus?” (I’ve missed you my little dragon, have you missed your uncle?)

“Hen rhinka nyke emagon. Ao geptot syt 2 jēdri” (Of course I have, you left for 2 years)

“Nyke geptot naejot ensure allies hen aōha kepa.” (I left to ensure allies of your fathers remain allies)

“Syt skoro syt?” (For why?)

“Naejot ensure pōnta don’t forget skoriot pōja loyalties pirtir.” (To ensure they don’t forget where their loyalties lie.)

“I hear father has named you commander of the city watch.”

“He has.” Daemon answered with that smug smirk on his face.

“I give it a year till you are exiled once more.”

“Why must you lack faith in me, dōnus bykus talus.” (sweet little niece)

“It’s what happens is it not?”

“I brought you gift from my travels but I don’t think you’re deserving of it now. I think I shall gift it to Rhaenyra.”

“Kepus! It was only a jest. Don’t tell me you’ve lost your humor.”

“You’re lucky I haven’t, now turn around before your luck runs out.” With that you turn around and you feel him begin to lift your hair you take over and hold your hair up for him it is then that you feel the cold metal lay on your skin. His finger tips on your skin as he closes the clasp of the necklace send shivers through your body. You look down at the necklace, Valyrian steel with purple gems. “A lady in pentos was selling the stones, purple garnet I believe she called them. All I remember is that they reminded me of your eyes. So I had the necklace made from them.”

“Valyrian steel, like dark sister.”

“Yes. Now you and I both own a small piece of our ancestry.” You turn to face him so he can see it on you.

“Gevie.” He says, almost in a whisper. With that you swung your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. It didn’t take a lot to reach him now that you are 10 in 6 years of age. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, not letting you go.

“Thank you kepus, I love it. Avy jorrāelan, kirimvose.” (I love you, thank you)

“Happy 16th name day my sweet girl.”

“I am a woman grown uncle.”

“You’re the little girl that sits between my legs and has me braid her hair, Avy jorrāelan.” With that he puts you down and kisses your forehead and heads off.

“What’s wrong dear sister.” Rhaenyra enters as she sees you pouting at the door of your chambers.

“I can’t find my maids and I would like a bath.”

“So search for them.” She rolled her eyes and walked away. Leaving you stood there playing with your new necklace. A gift from your favorite uncle whom you were determined to show you are a woman grown. After having bathed and had your hair done you opted for your purple gown to match your new piece of jewelry. It accentuated your newly developed curves and breast. Daemon was surely to see you in a new light now.

You made your way to throne room turned dining hall to eat with your family and all who gathered from the realm to celebrate your 16th name day celebrations.

“Princess Y/n Targaryen!” Shouted the announcer, everyone stood as you made your way to the royal table. Sat between your mother and father. Your parents stood and greeted you, told you how beautiful you looked, your father hugged you and planted a kiss above your head. Your sister Rhaenyra of course was in her own world with Alicent. Your Uncle who was sat next to your father bowed his head to you,” you truly are a sight to behold dear niece.” With that you took your seat as many approached the table to wish you a happy name day. Everything was going well until Jason Lannister approached you, “your beauty is spoken of across the realm for great reason I see my princess. Words would never compare to the beauty sat before me.”

“What, you thought it a lie. An ill jest amongst the realm of my niece is beauty?” Began your uncle, clenching his goblet of wine. He is clenching so hard you would think it would bend in his grasp. “No my prince, not at all.”

“Perhaps you shall return to your seat.” With that said and a bow of the Lannister lads head he retreated to where he sits. Next was one of the Baratheon lads, so many of them who is whom? You never took the time to learn them. “Your graces, princess,” he bowed,” it is an honor to be here to celebrate you. You are clearly a gorgeous woman grown and when the time comes for you to begin your tour for a husband, please keep in mind house Baratheon on your travels.”

“That is very kind of you lord Rogar.” Your father thanked him.

“You are older than her father do you truly think that appropriate words for a maiden of her stature.” There goes your uncle once more.

“Daemon I think that’s enough.” Your father chimes in. Daemon just huffs and sits back in his chair glaring at the Baratheon lord.

After everyone is done eating the dancing has began, you were now on your 3rd cup of wine and were understanding why your uncle loved this stuff so much. Rhaenyra and Alicent were off dancing while you, your mother, father and uncle were sat watching the festivities before you.

“Kepus, I wish to dance.”

“Go dance than.” He said gesturing to the crowd before you.

“Please uncle. It is my name day.”

“Only because it is shall I join you.” He took your hand and you both made your way to floor to dance. Daemon had a hard time letting you go so you can switch partners like your supposed to.

“Perhaps I don’t want to share you, bykus talus.”

“The dance calls for it Kepus.”

“Im a prince, who is to go against what I say goes.”

“Perhaps me, the princess.”

“Aōha being quba issa dōna hāedar. “ (your being bad my sweet girl)

“Kostilus nyke don’t va moriot jaelagon naejot sagon dōna. “ (perhaps I don’t always want to be sweet, maybe I want to be bad every now and again)

“Kostilus ñuhon riñītsos iksos drējī grown.” (perhaps my little girl is truly grown)

“ Kostilus nyke“ (perhaps I am) with this he grabs ahold of your face. Hands gripped tightly on both sides of your face as if he is about to kiss you, you close your eyes instinctively to prepare for the kiss when you feel his hand let go of you and he walks off. Leaving you on the dance floor alone on a crowded floor.

Part 2

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linos-luna · 5 months

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hello! i really enjoy your writing and i find your fan fiction beautiful i swear 😭😭 sooo, i wanted to ask if you can write a bangchan x yn angst but w a happy ending (with a daddy issues yn) if you’re comfortable!<3; so i had this idea: Chan argue with yn because she always ask to him to take a break from his work and he just let out all his anger on her and start to say bad things to her (which he didn’t really meant or thought) and yn start crying in front of him during the argue because he reminded to her, her father. Once Chan start to feel bad about what he said to her and immediately try to excuse himself trying to get closer to yn for hug her, but, she immediately pulls him away but chan try to get closer to her again for make her calm down.

Thank you! I’m glad you like my writing! 🥺

This will be interesting because I had an abusive Stepfather so this will definitely resonate with me. At least we know it’s genuine 😅

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Awful Things 🥀

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, yelling, crying, ptsd?

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All he ever does is work. Your boyfriend is constantly stressed and barely gets any rest. You worry for him but know that he’s a workaholic, however it’s just not healthy.

So you try and remedy it. Cook for him and get him to relax. But it never lasts long. Often times he rarely spends any time with you. It all just bothered you and he seems to shrug it off whenever you mention it…

But you try not to dwell on it. You stay on the side lines and are usually shy to talk. Perhaps it’s just your personality, or your light fear of dominate male figures. Chan has never given you a reason to fear him but he still had that dominant aura. This issue stems from childhood and your boyfriend knows that.

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“Channie, please take the day off.” You pleaded.

Chan only glanced up from his laptop. He’s been on it for a while. He didn’t answer, only going back to typing.

“Hey!” You crossed your arms, annoyed that he was ignoring you; you hate that.

“What?”

“I keep telling you to take the day off!” You grunted. “You’ve been working nonstop for days!”

“Y/n, not now.” He sighed with annoyance.

“Chan—!”

“Y/n! Get out!”

“Excuse me?!” You were taken aback by his tone. He never yells at you like that.

“Out!” He yelled again while pointing towards the door.

You were frozen in place, not sure how to react, only looking down.

“Hey!” He yelled while snapping his fingers. “Are you stupid or something? I said get out!”

Your heart dropped when hearing that. Did he just insult you??

“Channie, I’m—”

“No because you’re so annoying!” He interrupted. “And you never know when to shut up! So needy! And for what?!”

This stung. You looked at him with glassy vision, trying to keep from crying as he stood up.

“Well you have my attention now! So what?! What do you want?!”

Your body shook as he came closer and your heart beat faster.

“I-I—”

“What?! You obviously want something! Spit it out dumb bitch!” His voice boomed as he practically backed you to the wall and slammed his hand against it, right next to your head.

This had you panicking, you started crying— no sobbing. You covered your face as if to block a strike.

It was then that Chan realized what he did. He watched in horror as tears streamed down your face and your body shook in fear. He quickly took his hand back and regretted everything he said, wishing he could take it all back.

“Babygirl, oh my god I’m sorry!” He pleaded. “I didn’t mean it! Not at all!”

The man tried coming closer to hug you, only making you scream and scoot away.

“Baby—”

“No! Get away!” You cried.

“Y/n—” Chan tried holding your arm, only for you to swat him away.

“Don’t hurt me!” You screamed. “Stop it!”

“Y/n please, I’m not—!”

“No!” You repeated. “You’re gonna hurt me like him! Don’t hurt me like daddy! Go away!!”

“I’m not going to hurt you!!”

His loud booming voice frightened you even more and you found yourself almost having a panic attack and you tried making yourself small.

Chan felt awful and tried holding you; wrapping his arms around you. You whimpered and tried pushing him away again but he held on tight. You struggled until eventually giving up and sobbing into his chest, finally accepting his embrace.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Chan said in a more soothing voice. “I shouldn’t have said those awful things…”

“Forgive me, y/n…” he whispered while rocking you slightly. “I shouldn’t have called you those things… I’d never hurt you… especially never like him…”

He felt like crying himself. Chan always wants you to feel safe. He wants you to feel safe with him. He knows what you’ve been through and your childhood of abuse. It’s been a while since you’ve had an episode like this and this time he caused it! And for what? Because he was stressed with work? Because he doesn’t want to take a break? He’s been neglecting you for days. You don’t deserve this!

“I’ll take the next few days off…” Chan said before kissing your head. “And I’ll spend all the days with you, okay? Every moment, I’ll spend with you…”

“I-I don’t wanna be a—”

“You’re not a burden… you’re not a bother.” He sighed, still holding you tight. “You’re never a bother to me, got it?”

You didn’t look at him, only nodding while still against his chest, probably staining his shirt with tears and mascara.

“This is what we’re gonna do…” Chan continued while rubbing your back. “We’re gonna get a small dinner… then get boba… then come home and finish off with cuddles and maybe a movie?”

“O-okay…”

You pulled away for a moment, noticing how his eyes were glassy as if he were going to cry at any moment. So you put your arms on his shoulders and gave him a kiss. No matter what, you still love him. You remember that Chan takes care of you. He loves you and always will…

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pupkashi · 11 months

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movie nights

gojo satoru has developed a new weakness: romcoms

a/n: hi friends !! hope you are all well <3 just a quick little something I’ve been thinking of

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“okay give it one shot and i swear i will never ask you to watch a romcom ever again!” you’re pleading, seconds away from getting on your knees and waving your hands in the air, shouting a ‘please, please, please, please’ until he caves to your wishes.

“what’s it called again?” he’s sighing, already pulling the streaming app onto the tv as you’re grinning widely.

“crazy, stupid, love! you’re gonna love it i swear” you giggle, cuddling into his side as he run his fingers up and down your arm absentmindedly.

it’s only 10 minutes into the movie when you’re glancing at your boyfriend, biting back a grin when you see his eyes glued to his screen. you’re shocked when you hear a giggle from the 6 ft something man as ryan gosling flirts on screen.

“did you just giggle at ryan gosling?” you’re smiling and he only looks at you with one brow lifted. “you didn’t? it’s fuckimg ryan gosling” he emphasizes and you nod your head, “fair,” you reply settling back into his side as you two focus on the movie.

satoru is almost in tears by the end of the movie, a heartfelt smile on his face as he watches the ending unfold, giggling at the dialogue (or maybe ryan gosling).

“so what did you think?” you ask, grabbing the remote after the credits start rolling. your lovers unusual silence causes you to glance at him, bursting into laughter as you take in the pout on his lip and his expression of defeat.

“i cant believe i was wrong” he mumbles, “how can this happen to me, how could i be defeated?” he’s holding his head in his hands dramatically as you wheeze from laughter, squeaking a bit as you try to calm yourself down.

“does this make me the strongest” you laugh, shoving him lightly, his blue eyes narrow at you playfully, tackling you so he’s laying ontop of you, his bed resting in the crook of your neck as he’s sighing loudly.

“so what did you think” you smile, already knowing his answer. he’s not moving as his lips mumble against your skin, tickling you slightly and pushing him off you, “can’t hear you” you tease, satoru pouts a bit.

“it was amazing, it was real cinema” he sighs, his eyes screwed shut as he tries to force some tears out of his eyes.

“okay well what do you wanna watch now?” you ask, giving him the remote. satoru is quiet as he hands you the remote, not daring to look you in the eye.

“another one” he mumbles, trying his best to avoid your gaze.

“say that again?” you smile, there’s a shit eating grin on your face as he repeats the two words. “what happened to my satoru? the one who called romcoms the downfall of society?” you accuse, laughing as he rolls his eyes and gets off of you, pouting and sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“people can change! I’m a changed man” he says, closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. he still has a small pout on his soft lips, opening one eye to peak if you were staring at him, satisfied that you were he hugged once more.

“alright i believe you” you smile, moving so that your arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing a bit. “so i have like three other ones tied for second favorite of mine, let me show you” he’s paying attention to you now, eyes glued to the screen as you show him the previews for the movies.

“hm” he has a finger on his chin and his brows are furrowed, “i think i wanna watch 10 things i hate about you” you’re cheering as you press play, the two of you giggling to each other as you cuddle up, silent as the movie begins to play.

it had been only a couple days since that night, and satoru was off overseas on a mission, texting you more often than not and calling you anytime he could.

hey what’s the hbo password?

the sudden text catches you off guard, furrowing your brows as you reply, unlocking your front door.

*******

you can at least ask me about my day >:(

how was your day sweetheart <333 ??

the apple of my eye

my sweet sweet lover

you’re rolling your eyes, smiling and shaking your head at your boyfriends actions. curiosity gets the best of you, and soon enough you’re logging into hbo, going to satorus profile and your mouth is wide open.

Continue Watching: Confessions of a Shopaholic

you’re full on laughing, scrambling for your phone as you call your boyfriend.

“hi sweets can we talk in like… 47 minutes and 28 seconds?” his eyes flicking between his phone and the tv screen in his hotel room.

“why’s that?” You ask, your brow arched and suddenly he’s panicking a bit. “you’re too busy for me now? is that it?” your voice is stern and it’s taking everything for you to not burst into a smile.

“no! of course not sweetheart it’s just-” he’s pausing the movie, and you’re cutting him off before he can admit to his crimes.

“is it Rebecca Bloomberg? or are you too busy giggling over Luke? which is understandable by the way” you laugh, toppling over and wheezing as you see the utter shock on your lovers face.

“how did you- but- i can explain okay?” he’s speaking loudly, trying his best to save face and spewing all sorts of lies.

“-so when you think about it if i didn’t watch it the world would’ve burned!” he finishes after a second, you’re shaking your head at him.

“tell me what you think of the ending, I’m gonna make dinner and sleep, take care okay?” you’re saying your goodbyes as he blows a much too loud kiss to the camera.

when satoru returned from his mission he did what any sane man does. he walked into his home, kissed his wonderful, amazing, beautiful partner, order dinner for the two of you, and put on one of the movies he’d been dying to watch.

How to lose a guy in 10 days.

it was funny really, how many times you’d changed his mind on things he’d always sworn he hated. if anyone had told him he’d be in a stable loving relationship, watching romcoms deep into the morning he would’ve laughed at them in their face. if he’d been told he would like the way anyone cooked cauliflower or a variety of veggies he would’ve ignored them, calling them dirty liars.

yet there he was, watching romcoms with you until 4 am, having some dinner you’d cooked with a side of veggies that he absolutely devoured. and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Title: Plus Baby Makes Three {One-Shot}**

Title: Plus Baby Makes Three {One-Shot} **

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Words: 5.8k

Warning: Mild Angst, Fluff, Fun & Games, NSFW, Mild Breeding Kink, Preggo talk, Preggo Prank, Preggo Fic, Crude Language, Dirty Talk

Summary: It was supposed to be a retaliation prank. A simple, easy prank to get back at Lewis for the one he’d pulled on you months before. You didn’t expect it to turn out like this.

As always, thank you for reading.

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***NOT Edited/Proofread***

Your entire relationship with Lewis had been a never-ending frat party. You enjoyed the same pastimes, including video games, nature, traveling, and pranks.

Hell, your relationship had started on a prank you'd done to your friends pretending to be in the middle of getting it in when they walked in. Everyone's reactions were the same "finally". You both were speechless as they all confessed they knew it was a matter of time before you saw the sparks and finally did something about it.

After admitting it was all a prank you were alone later that night when your first kiss happened. That torpedoed into your first night together. Hence beginning a beautiful, fun, and stress-free relationship

Now 3 years later, things were still going strong. You pranked each other often, a few of those pranks playing out through social media.

Everyone loved your relationship even the diehard Lewis thirsters who wanted him for themselves. They saw how happy he was with you and how unproblematic you were and fell in line to support you.

It had been a while since you pranked him and you could tell he'd lowered his guard. You’d spent weeks laying the groundwork. Weeks dropping hints and playing up faux symptoms and your period symptoms just to make this an easy sell.

You decided this would be a perfect thing to record so set up your filming equipment that you used for your gaming streams and makeup vlogs then got yourself ready.

"You are evil for this."

Snorting, you dropped onto your back and cackled.

"It’s not that bad."

"Not that bad? Y/N he is going to flip. I just don’t know what, a table or himself."

You laughed some more. Your best friend, Zoe was right. It was really 50/50 how this would go. You suspected it would be on the flipping-a-table side though. You hesitated momentarily, wondering if you should reformulate and try again. However, within seconds you committed.

You attached the ultrasound picture that you'd gotten from a lesser-known pregnancy website and edited with an arrow pointing to the blip of an embryo. You’d inserted a few words onto the picture.

"Little Hamilton says hello and can’t wait to meet you guys".

After scanning the picture again for typos and to make sure it all looked good, you started on your caption.

"What are you going to write?"

"Short and sweet right? Anything extra will be suspicious. Let's see. Ummm...ooh I know."

You began and read it aloud as you typed.

"I wanted you guys to find out at the same time as @lewishamilton. Omgg guys 🥺. I am so excited.🤗 Thank you @lewishamilton for this incredible gift. I love you more than words can say and am so happy and honored to be on this journey with you. Can't wait to meet you baby Hamilton. You are already loved so much.❤️🤰🏽👶🏽🍼 #babyhamilton2024 #surprisewerepregnant #bunintheoven

#babybyhamilton

#heshotupmyclub

#sunsoutbutthisbunisstillcooking #filledwithlove #coming2024

"Oh my god. The world is going to lose their shit," Zoe said.

"The world? He's gonna lose his shit. And---posted."

You turned your notification sound all the way up then placed your phone beside you and picked up the TV remote.

"Ready? Let’s see how far we get."

You pressed play on the movie you guys had selected on Prime and settled in. Before the movie had even gotten past the black screen, your notifications went blaring one after the other at rapid fire.

"Holy shit, your bestie squealed.

By the time the opening credits showed up, your phone began chiming with texts.

"Oh my god, barely 2 minutes. Is it Lewis?"

You looked while being very careful not to go into the messages. You wanted to play this very calm, cool, and collected. Sure enough, there was Lewis' name with the circled number indicating how many unread messages remained, increasing with each second.

"Oh my god. He is flipping out I bet."

You put it down and cackled. It was no use playing the movie because with the rapid-fire sounds from your phone, it would be impossible to pay attention. You didn’t click into Lewis' messages and instead read what showed up in the preview.

MSG Lewis: Why aren’t you answering your texts? Baby? You just posted that no way you walked away from your phone. Are you okay?

You snorted then went into IG to look at your post. It already was well into the hundred thousands of likes. The 4th comment, Lewis', had you pinching your lips.

"@y/nthaunicorn what?! This isn’t the kind of thing you post on social before telling me.

You giggled and continued reading the comments replying to him with congratulations and you’re going to be an amazing dad. The number of #mercedesbaby and #babygoatcoming hashtags only made you roll more.

The man was going to learn today that his last prank was too far. He'd canceled your appointment with your OBGYN and had one of your friends pretend to be you to make your appointment as a pre-pregnancy appointment with the intention to conceive.

Lo' and behold, when you’d gone to the appointment you were confused why your doctor was going over your estrogen and progesterone levels and checking the placement of your uterus. When she mentioned that you were in good health and should have no problems conceiving, you nearly passed out.

You tried to tell her you had no intentions of planning a pregnancy but she took it as you getting cold feet to which she then spent a lot of time trying to soothe your “fears”. When you went home with prenatal vitamins and a calendar on your best days for conception Lewis played along saying he was on board if you really wanted a baby.

He was so supportive about it that he freaked you out. He kept the ruse going so long that while you made love that night his whole dirty talk was about putting a baby in you. It was a slight turn on which shocked you because babies weren’t a topic you'd spent a lot of time talking about. For the most part, it took you off guard.

The following morning over breakfast was when he came clean. The way he cackled and ran around the house clearly pleased with himself was so over the top that you silently vowed revenge. You would make him rue the day.

Today was his retribution.

Your phone rang and Lewis' name appeared on your screen. You chortled and stared at the camera as it rang out. The man it feels good to be a gangster sound played in your head while your face evilly smirked. Seconds later, a message from him came in.

MSG Lewis: Why aren’t you answering your phone?

MSG Lewis: Are you okay?

MSG Lewis: Is this real? Are you being for real?

MSG Lewis: Did your IG get hacked?

MSG Lewis: Y/N!

Another call came in and again it was him. Zoe laughed loudly as she wiggled her legs in the air.

"He is losing his shit!”

MSG Lewis: Y/N. Jesus Christ. You're killing me. Pick up the phone baby.

You snorted. He was realizing assertiveness was not going to win. Now he was trying sugar.

MSG Lewis: Sweetheart. Are you pregnant? Is that why you've been sick lately?

MSG Lewis: Why you've been feeling so bloated?

MSG Lewis: Your boobs!😮 Oh shit. Why aren’t you answering?🥴

His texts came in one after the other each one more and more panicked. You just sat back and let him make his descent.

Placing another guac and salsa dipped chip into your mouth, you read the previews of his messages.

MSG Lewis: A baby? Our baby. Oh my god.😳

Your phone rang again, and again you let it ring out. A few minutes later, you got the notification of a voicemail. Once you hit play on the message, his voice came in and you and your bestie listened in.

"Y/N, I don’t know why you’re not picking up and it’s freaking me out a little. You know how I feel when I can't reach you, especially after what happened that last time.”

At that, you perked up because he’d nearly had a panic attack the last time he couldn’t reach you and it was because some paps were chasing you in your car nearly making you crash. He’d had to show up at the police station dropping everything. The pause in the message made you get ready to swipe to your phone app, but then he continued.

“I thought about it for a while and figured maybe you’re afraid to talk to me. Maybe you’re scared that I’m going to be angry or disappointed by the news. Maybe you think I’ll tell you to terminate or that I'm not ready. I thought about it and I wish I was there with you right now instead of halfway across the fucking world. Fuck.”

His sighed in a hefty huff.

“I wish I could hug you and hold your hand and tell you while looking into your eyes that it's going to be okay and that I’m not angry. I’m not disappointed.”

Your brows rose. He wasn’t, you questioned.

“I’m surprised, yes. So fucking surprised. I didn’t think this would happen and never really thought about the possibility of it happening which is so stupid because we don't use condoms. Like at all. I’m shooting your club up every day, multiple times a day. Why wouldn’t it be possible?”

You pinched your lips as your friend gave you a look that said she wasn’t surprised how y’all got down. You rubbed your brow to avoid her side-eye. It wasn’t that you were ashamed. You weren’t it was just embarrassing. You took a few sips from your cherry limeade and continued listening.

“Uggh, I’m rambling. I'm not mad and I wish you’d pick up the phone and let me tell you that plus how much I love you and want this."

A spray of cherry limeade shot from your mouth through the air, "What!!”

You bolted up in shock with wide eyes and a racing heart.

"A baby. Our baby. A piece of you and me. We didn't plan this, but we've been given this soul for a reason, and I am going to welcome and love them with everything I have. I’m going to be there 100 percent. You’re not in this alone, you have me. Call me, please. I love you so much."

Your eyes were wide. Had you heard him right? Was he actually happy about this? Your head snapped to your friend who was also wide-eyed.

“Well shit, plot twist!”

“Was he--.”

“Happy? Yep.”

“Did he say--.”

“He wanted this? Oh yeah.”

You went over the message in your head again.

“Was he--.”

“The sweetest and cutest about it? Yes. Oh my god, Y/N.”

You played the message again and listened to it in its entirety. You didn’t stop at once, or twice. You listened over 5 times but each time you were still flabbergasted by his words.

“Oh my god.”

“Well look on the bright side—he’d never be one of those asshole deadbeat celebs trying to make their girl get rid of a baby they helped create.”

“Why does he want this? Why isn’t he mad? We haven’t really talked about kids. This is so out the blue?”

“You want him to be mad?”

You paused and thought about it. Any other answer besides no was ridiculous. This was an ideal reaction if the situation was real. This was how every man should react to an unplanned pregnancy. He was being major goals right now and it made your heart swell with love and pride.

Your notifications went off some more and you checked them to find some of his fellow F1 drivers commenting about the news. They all were sweet and thoughtful, which made you think again about this prank.

“Shit. How do I tell him it was a prank now?”

Zoe laughed loudly. “I suggest starting with apology head then let him shoot your club up for real and voila baby.”

You smacked her across her stomach while kissing your teeth.

“Be for real.”

“I’m being as for real as your man is.”

A text notification came in then.

MSG Lewis: The jet will be landing in a few hours. It’s not planned but come see me this weekend. I really want to be close to you right now.

“Oh my god.”

Your friend laughed again as she teased you about your prank gone completely wrong.

~~~~~~~~

Just as he’d said, Lewis’ jet arrived 4 hours after he’d texted. The call from the pilot came at nearly midnight. You were packed and ready for the weekend with a possible week’s extension, but you were also still debating how you were going to make this right. He thought he was going to be a father and that prospect had him in his feelings. You felt horrible.

MSG Lewis: Did the pilot call?

You’d replied to his text after the message about spending the weekend with him because you knew staying quiet longer would make him more anxious. You were messed up, but you weren’t cruel.

MSG: Yeah. Guess I’ll see you in a few.

MSG Lewis: Don’t be scared. Everything’s going to be all right. I love you.

“Uugh. I’m an asshole,” you said, hanging your head.

The chauffeured car took 40 minutes to get to the airfield and the whole time you tried to come up with a way to easily let him down. If he had been angry you would have been obnoxious with it and laughed in his face, but seeing how sweet he was about it there was no way you could now.

Of course, the flight to Barcelona didn’t take long. The pilot even had the audacity to cut what was a 2-hour and 20-minute flight to just 2 hours flat. The nerve! The whole flight your nerves toiled which made your stomach uneasy. Nothing helped, not ginger ale, 7-up, Sprite, cranberry juice, tea, nor sports drinks. You suspected it was your anxiety manifesting in an upset stomach, so you didn’t stress the flight attendant with helping ease it.

Now it was 3am Barcelona time and you were steadily approaching the penthouse that Lewis was staying in. The closer you got the more nervous you got. When the car began to slow down in front of a cute building with adorable Verona-style balconies you groaned. It was time to face the music. The driver unloaded your bags and helped you inside to the door. As he was about to ring the bell you stopped him and told him you could take it from there.

Once you were alone in front of the door you took a few breaths and tried to get control over your nerves. Before you could ring the bell though, the door opened and there stood Lewis in a white sleeveless T-shirt and grey sweat shorts. Instantly you pouted and waited for him to speak first.

“C’mere,” Lewis said holding open his arms for you.

Without hesitation you rushed into his arms and allowed him to hold you.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as he stepped back into the penthouse taking you with him.

He lifted you off your feet and carried you inside. When he placed you down on a soft couch, he kissed your forehead.

“I’ll be right back.”

Lewis disappeared for a few minutes. You assumed he was bringing in your luggage and rolling them into the bedroom. By the time he came back, you still had no idea what to say. He kneeled in front of you and lifted your chin.

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

Your stomach churned then and you clasped your hands over your mouth while gagging.

“What’s wrong?”

You pointed to your throat, and he got it instantly. Lewis rushed through the halls showing you to the bathroom. Dropping to your knees, you allowed every drink you’d consumed on the flight to empty into the toilet. As you retched Lewis dipped beside you and rubbed your back like the perfectly sweet man he was. It only intensified your “you ain’t shit” feeling and you began crying.

“What? What’s wrong? It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No baby. Don’t say that. It’s not your fault. It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s a baby, a blessing. Not the end of the world.”

You cried more and repeated your sorries. It was all you could get out. You remained on your knees in front of the toilet vomiting with Lewis rubbing your back and whispering soft words to you promising everything would be just fine. After, he got you in the tub and washed your body for you as you relaxed against him. He rubbed every knot out of your muscle, massaged every tension from your scalp, while making your skin gleam and glow.

When he got you in bed he topped it all off with a body massage from head to toe. You didn’t deserve it at all. When you laid on his chest, you tried to find the words.

“Lewis,” you began with a meek voice.

“Princess.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I don’t know when along the line of our relationship you got the impression that I was some asshole who would be angry about something like that. I’m not,” he assured.

“You’re not an asshole. I’m the asshole.”

Lewis rolled over to peer into your eyes. “What?”

“How? Why?”

“I—I lied,” you quietly finished.

“Lied? About what?”

“The baby.”

You watched worry and fear wash over his face.

“What do you mean?”

“It—it was supposed to be a prank.”

Lewis rushed a breath out then dropped on his back to stare at the ceiling.

“It was supposed to be payback for your last prank on me with my OB appointment. I didn’t expect you to take it like this. I thought you’d be mad and freak out a little. I didn’t think that you—want it.”

He was so quiet and so unreadable right now you worried he was really hurt.

“I’m sorry baby. I feel like shit now. I didn’t mean to--.”

“So you’re not pregnant.”

“No,” you quietly replied.

Lewis scoffed, covered his face. “Wow.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Wow. Wow. Wow. I was really—I truly—jeez.”

He sat up and stared out into the darkness. You didn’t know how to make this better. You could sense his disappointment, sense his hurt that it wasn’t real. You were speechless and so confused about how long he’d been secretly wanting a baby. Right now didn’t feel like the right time to inquire though.

“Okay. You got me.”

You leaned forward to study his face. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. You got me. I really thought you were pregnant, especially with the way you’ve been acting the last few weeks. Ha! Good one.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Angry that you had the balls to prank me like this or angry that you’re not pregnant?”

You thought about it for a quick minute. “Both.”

Even he looked to think about it. “I’m not angry about the prank. I'd been wondering what you’d do to get me back, but I let my guard down. It was a good prank, ballsy, especially putting it on social but it was good,” he explained.

“And the other?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m angry you’re not pregnant. I’m—disappointed. I should be relieved because as you know our lives right now are chaotic. You with your business, me, and F1. Adding a baby in now would be nuts.”

You heard a but. “But?”

Lewis chewed the inside of his mouth for a few moments then he laid back down. “But the longer I sat with it and thought about what it meant the more I wanted it. I wasn’t mad, or freaking out for the most part, I was relieved it was with you.”

Your heart melted. You rolled on top of him and splayed yourself across his chest. “I’m sorry baby.”

Lewis wrapped his arms around you and traced his fingertips up and down your bare spine.

“How do you feel about a baby—our baby?”

You thought about it for a few moments dividing points into pro and con columns in your head.

“I understand what you’re saying. Our lives are hectic right now. You just signed a contract extension with Mercedes which means more racing, more time away from home. My lingerie line has been blowing up and I just opened a second store location. Things will only get more and more hectic.”

“I want us both to be present,” Lewis added.

“Yeah.”

A contemplative silence filled the room. Both of you were lost in your own thoughts.

“Do you want to have a baby with me, though?”

Your head popped up meeting Lewis’ eyes.

“Only you. No one else.”

A smile slowly spread across Lewis’ lips.

“Only you, no one else,” he repeated.

You kissed him gently and that kiss intensified within seconds. Soon your hands were pushing down Lewis’ shorts with urgency needing to get closer. You were already bare for him, but he needed to catch up. Once his shorts were rumpled at the foot of the bed, you straddled his hips and lowered yourself on his ready and waiting member.

Both of you sighed out in unison relishing the pleasure you only found in each other. As you slowly rocked back and forth on him, Lewis’ hands gripped your hips helping you move. Bit by bit he picked up the pace taking full control of the way your body moved. Back and forth, round and round, up and down.

When you began bouncing on him, Lewis abandoned your hips to cup your breasts. His moans filled the room as his eyes drank in every inch of you. In no time, you felt your orgasm creep up on you. Lewis flipped you onto your back, placed your ankle on his shoulder then took over. That was the final push to send you over the edge.

“Fuuuuck!”

“Mmm!”

Lewis brought your other leg to join the first then held you off the bed as he flicked his hips forward with such force the bed jerked giving the craftmanship a run for its money.

“Yes, baby. Right there!”

“Yeah right there? Like this?”

He slowed his moves, then pulled out fully only to slam his hips into you filling you to capacity. Every time he did it you yelped unable to control yourself.

“Like that?”

“Yes!”

“Mmm, I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy up. You’re gonna be so fucking full of me you can’t walk.”

Lewis ground his hips against you making you feel how impossibly deep he was. Instinctively, you pressed against his abs hoping to keep him at bay, however, he wasn’t having it. Lewis dropped your legs, hovered over you then began rocking into you in the most artful way. His body rocked, ebbed, flowed, rolled, and torpedoed you into yet another release.

As you clenched around him, Lewis groaned.

“So fucking tight. You loving this dick baby?”

“Yes, I love your dick baby. Fuck me.”

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum, you’re so beautiful when you take this dick.”

You cupped your breasts, holding them out like ripe fruit for him. Lewis dipped down and bit down on your nipple making you wetter than ever.

“Fuuuuuck!”

Lewis lowered his lips to your ear as he fucked into you. “You’d look so fucking pretty with my baby in you. Makes me want to fill this tight cunt up.”

“Fill me, baby. I want your hot cum, I want it now," you whined.

Lewis locked eyes with you just as his hand wrapped around your throat. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you let him use you as he wanted.

“You want me to cum deep in this pretty pussy?”

Yes!”

“You’re gonna keep every fucking drop, right where I put it.”

“Fuck Lewis, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum with me princess.”

His thrusts sped until you were seeing stars and rainbows. It was an impossibility, but it was what you saw. Your moans matched, desires synced and desperation for one another took over. Lewis flicked his hips forward then came so hard and so deep his grunts were all you heard as he released stream after stream. Your body broke out into shivers at the thought of him intentionally trying to knock you up.

Lewis pulled back and dropped his attention between your legs. Slowly he pulled out only to shove himself back inside. It was like he was trying to keep every single drop of himself inside of your body.

“Fuck baby, this pussy looks so good with me dripping out.”

“How good?”

“So good I’m gonna fill you again.”

With that, Lewis crashed his lips to yours and in seconds round two had begun. You felt sorry for him tomorrow because he would be useless with how little sleep he would have gotten. He didn’t seem bothered in the least though. His only thought was fucking you into oblivion until he’d planted a seed.

The next afternoon, you woke alone with a note on Lewis’ pillow.

“See you on the paddock. Love you.”

You sat up and a sea of nausea filled you. Quickly you ran to the bathroom and heaved the contents of your stomach into the toilet. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand what was going on. You’d confessed about the prank you weren’t anxious anymore. Why were you sick? Could it have been jet lag? You’d never experienced nausea with jet lag before and the flight was only 2 hours long. As you went through the possibilities, you continued to heave.

After 20 or so minutes, you got back into bed with your phone and began googling reasons for nausea when first waking. You’d barely put your head on the pillow before the first result popped up. The result had you bolting upward with wide eyes.

“No fucking way.”

You kept scrolling but your mind still lingered on the first result. You thought back over the last weeks to a month trying to debunk it. You’d only made it a few seconds before your eyes widened even more. You swiped open your love tracker and scanned through the last few weeks. There were so many red colored in boxes, that signified every day you’d been intimate, throughout the month you began to panic.

“No way. Right?”

You sprang out of bed and hurried to get dressed. As you did, you tried to find the closest drugstore. In record time you found yourself in the back of the chauffeured car that Lewis had left behind for you to get to the racing grounds. As the car zipped through traffic, your brain was going almost as fast as a Mercedes race car. You were afraid to put your hat in any basket because you just didn't know what was going on.

With your dark sunglasses on and one of Lewis’ bucket hats tipped low, you dipped inside the store and did a once around the store to be sure no one had recognized or noticed you. You then walked in the general vicinity of where those items rested. If you were a NASCAR driver and this was a pit stop, you would have been the fastest back on the track. In less than 5 minutes you were back in the car and headed back to the penthouse.

Soon you sat in the bathroom at the edge of the huge porcelain tub staring at the 14 boxes of pregnancy tests. You couldn't decide on which one, so you bought 2 of every brand, 5 from brands you knew and the other 2 from unheard-of probably local brands. With a large juiced vegetable and fruit blend in hand, you attempted to finish it off. Since you'd returned another bout of nausea hit you that took nearly 30 minutes to pass.

Right now you were stalling. You had to pee so you could easily take them but it was the thought that crippled you. Right now the unknown felt like a comforting place to be. In 10 or so minutes you would either be disappointed or happy. You were in Lewis' shoes in reverse.

You sighed, guzzled the rest of the juice, then slammed it on the sink counter as a wave of determination filled you.

“Okay, Okay, okay. I got this. I got this. I got this!”

You grabbed the disposable mouthwash cup then tackled it head-on. Once you’d finished and ripped open every bod, you dripped the tips into the cup and laid them all out on the counter. You’d told yourself to sit right back on the edge of the tub, but your legs would not obey. So, you paced the room. Back and forth, back, and forth, round and round, corner to corner, wall to wall.

By the time your phone went off indicating time was up, you were perched on the porcelain tub staring out to nothing thinking of everything. You remained there for a minute more trying to control your breathing then you stood and approached the mess of tests on the counter in organized chaos.

Hyping yourself, you took the first up and stared at the window. Your breath hitched and you moved to take another test up. Glancing at it, you were met with the same answer. You sifted through the tests, taking them up, looking at the results, and moving to the next. You checked once, then twice and every single one of them mirrored back one collective and cohesive—positive.

“Plot fucking twist,” you said.

Your phone sounded making you open your messages to see Lewis’ name.

MSG Lewis: Feeling better?

You scoffed. His timing was impeccable. You took another calming breath before you replied.

MSG: Not much but I’m okay.

MSG Lewis: Still throwing up?

MSG: Here and there.

MSG Lewis: You can stay in bed today. I’ll see you after.

MSG: Not a chance. I’ll be there. Wouldn’t want to miss your P1.

MSG Lewis: Don’t push yourself.

MSG: Says the man who only got like an hour of sleep because he kept pushing for round after round.

MSG Lewis: Wasn’t much pushing needed. You know I can go for days.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. He was always cocky; it didn’t matter about what. You stepped back and took a picture of all the tests making sure a few showed the results then you began getting yourself ready.

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By the time you got to the racing grounds, it was packed. With two of Lewis’ guards flanking your left and right, you walked through saying hello to the drivers, waving at faces you knew, and taking some footage for your socials. You even had some approach you to congratulate you on the pregnancy. It tripped you up for a second because you’d just found out but then you remembered your prank that had gone wrong and was not right back on track. Every time someone came up and said it you couldn’t help but giggle. It was all so ironic.

Once you made it to Mercedes, the crew saw you first. They began clapping and as you approached. When you were close enough many of them patted you on the back as they expressed their happiness over the news.

“Our first Mercedes driver baby. Congratulations.”

“Uh, thank—you.”

You smiled and tipped your head at the others who were smiling from ear to ear. Toto approached with a grin.

“Such great news, Y/N. You and Lewis are going to be amazing parents. You can count on Suzie and me up for babysitting.”

You nervouisly giggled. “I think we’ll hold you to that.”

“Eh-em.”

To the left Lewis approached with his brow crooked.

“There he is, the soon to be dad.”

He looked evidently uncomfortable as he stood beside you.

“About that," Lewis began.

“He’s going to be such an amazing dad,” you said while staring at him.

The two of you stood there staring at one another. You in complete love and adoration of him, and he in utter confusion. Gradually everyone took the hint and went back to what they were doing before you got there.

“What’re—what’re you doing? Shouldn’t you be telling them it was all a prank?”

“Maybe that’s how it started but—we’re past that now.”

“What do you mean?”

You laced your fingers with his then smiled.

“I—I’m pregnant.”

Lewis looked even more confused.

“What? Is this about last night? I’m sure it’s too soon to be--."

You snorted as you rolled your eyes. “Seriously?”

“What? You said it wasn’t real.”

“It wasn’t, not then. Or maybe it was but I didn’t know. You didn’t put a baby in me last night. There was already one in me. I got sick again this morning and that made me look back into some things on my calendars which had me taking 14 pregnancy tests and they are all positive.”

Lewis’s eyes widened.

“What?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I’m pregnant.”

“For real, for real?”

“So for real for real.”

Lewis looked down to your stomach area, then to your face. He smiled before he lifted you into the air. You laughed as he spun you around. Your combined laughter brought the attention of nearly everyone around you.

“Oh my god. We’re having a baby?”

He put you down then peered into your eyes. “Yep.”

He snorted then laughed heartily. “What a fucking plot twist.”

“Right! oh my god.”

The two of you cackled together before he kissed you, not caring who was watching. When his hand cupped your backside you squealed.

“Behave.”

“Not a chance. I can’t believe I put a baby in you.”

“Me neither.”

“Are you happy?”

You smiled and nodded. “Very.”

The way he smiled back at you made your heart swell. You were sure you looked like fools in love giggling with each other like idiots but neither of you cared. Lewis cupped your cheek and then softly caressed your skin.

“You and me.”

You took his other hand and put it on your stomach.

“Plus baby makes three. And with Roscoe--.”

“Makes a home,” Lewis finished.

A stray tear rolled down your cheek, but Lewis’ thumb flicked it away then kissed the spot it once laid.

The news must have been what he needed because a few hours later he stood on that podium claiming that P1. You beamed at him while you tenderly held your nonexistent bump, feeling closer to him than ever before.

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nekonanamii · 9 months

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All for the best pt. 1— Toji x Fem! Reader

Your boyfriend Suguru doesn’t treat you as good as he used to. Maybe it’s because he’s busy getting his balls drained by someone else.

Just keep reading, I promise you this is a Toji x reader fic <3

Suguru and you have been together for years. You’ve been together since university, but ever since you moved to a bigger and more lavish apartment, things just haven’t been the same.

“Sorry honey I’ll be out til late I have a business meeting over dinner” he says in a text.

You can’t even remember the last time you had dinner together. You’ve had your doubts thinking he can’t possibly have business meetings over dinner that often but you kept telling yourself that your dear Suguru was faithful and loyal to you.

Little did you know that he was busy getting his balls drained by none other than the real estate agent who sold you two the new apartment. The very one you’re currently in right now.

It started with some light and friendly flirting between the two over apartment viewings, followed by the real estate agent’s skirt getting skimpier and skimpier each time they met for a viewing, the agent couldn’t help but gawk at how beautiful this man was and how sexy he was too. Suddenly, Suguru’s pants were by his ankles and the agent was on her knees sucking him dry.

By some odd chance, while the agent was showing him the new shower system this apartment had, the water accidentally turned on and got her white blouse wet, and by some odd coincidence, she had nothing underneath.

“Fuck you set this up didn’t you?” Suguru says as he pumps his cock in and out of her cunt.

Of course she planned this. Why on earth would she forget to wear a bra today?

And just like that Suguru spends more and more time fucking your real estate agent and blowing load after load into her cunt. What’s worse is that you have no idea they’ve fucked in every single room of your new apartment.

It’s Monday and you’re buying groceries for you and your boyfriend. You can’t help but think about how you don’t even need to get as much groceries as before because Suguru doesn’t even eat his meals at home anymore. So there you are, with half the amount of groceries you usually get and more wine in your cart than actual food.

“Sorry honey I’m spent. Maybe tomorrow.” Suguru says as you try to initiate some sort of sexual contact. What gives? You know your boyfriend has a high libido, but ever since you both moved apartments he just doesn’t seem to want any action?

You have your suspicions sure but Suguru would never cheat on you, right?

Wrong.

It’s 10:19pm on a Friday, you were supposed to be at your parents house til Monday but you and your mom had a small little argument about when you were gonna get married and give her grandkids, you’d love to give her answers I mean you’ve been with your boyfriend for 6 years now it was bound to happen sometime soon right? As you opened the door, you heard music. It was the type of jazz you know Suguru loves to listen to as he drinks his favorite whiskey. As you get closer to the living area, you hear it. Little whimpers and someone saying your boyfriend’s name as if it were a prayer.

You watched as your boyfriend roughly fucked into your real estate agent on your brand new couch that you picked with both her ankles on his shoulders. Your loyal and faithful boyfriend of 6 fucking years was thrusting hard while yelling out a string of curses about how much he loved her cunt.

Sickening.

Tears streamed down your face. You didn’t make a sound, but the tears were gushing out of your eyes. The pair were too busy fucking each other’s brains out to even notice you were there. You couldn’t even move. You wanted earth to just swallow you whole.

Suguru grabs the remote to the speakers and that’s when he sees you. “Y/n I-“

You sob. Uncontrollably and miserably.

The series of events that followed was a nightmare.

All Suguru had to say was “it just kinda happened, you weren’t there and I was lonely.”

Bullshit.

6 fucking years down the drain.

You buried yourself even more into your work. Spending longer hours at the office. Doing more work than the actual scope of your position.

Your boss took note of this. After all your were his favorite secretary. You were also the most competent.

You worked at Fushiguro Corp and you were the Mr Toji Fushiguro’s secretary.

Today was a special day, it was the celebration of the merger between Fushiguro Corp. and Gojo enterprises.

You were on your 4th glass of champagne and you were feeling the best you’ve felt in weeks after having gone through the worst betrayal of your life. You head to the viewing deck of the location your company held the celebration at. Little did you know that your boss was there first.

“Ms y/n, careful now you might fall off” he says as you rest your elbows on the railings

You’re a bit startled to see your boss out here, you can’t help but think to yourself how sexy he looks in his suit

Your boss let’s our a small chuckle, “Yeah you think so?”

Oh god did you just say your thoughts out loud? Shit. You did.

His large hand lands on the small of your back, pulling your closer to him.

“Now now, be careful, I told you you might fall”

And just like that Toji was pumping you full of his cum. He hates it when you waste even a single drop, hell he’ll fuck each and every single drop back into you.

You were his sweet little secretary and right now you’re splayed over his lap in the middle of a workday in his office receiving a harsh slap for letting his cum drip down your legs.

“M’ sorry it was just so much sir—” you sob as he gives you another harsh slap. He has a finger plugged into your pussy making sure his load stays inside.

Toji loved how easy it was to make you his good litte girl. You were smart, great at your job, and even though you were lousy at keeping his cum in your pretty little cunt, he thought you were absolutely perfect.

Your boss was a busy man with a tight schedule. He frequently had business trips abroad, he usually brought along multiple secretaries with him on these trips but on this particular one it was just you.

Of course you were on his private jet getting dick shoved down your throat as he took in a work call. Toji told you to stay quiet but how can you when he’s pushing your head deeper into him. Your boss ends the call, he pulls up your head and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.

“Aww little girl couldn’t take my cock?” He says smirking as he looks at you.

There you were on your knees with saliva dripping down your mouth, glossy eyes, flushed cheeks, and red puffy lips.

God what a sight he thought to himself.

Just as you were about to say something he plunges his cock back into your mouth as he holds both sides of your head. He fucks into your throat while praising you for how obedient you were taking him in just like that.

“Good girl now be a doll and unbotton your shirt, I wanna see your pretty tits”

As soon as you exposed yourself to him, Toji’s pace became more erratic.

“Fuck, baby you’re so fucking beautiful fuck me—”

Your boss cums down your throat then pulls out of your swollen lips to cum on your face and your tits. It’s crazy how much cum he has. Honestly.

You get to the destination. It’s a private island. Your sneaky boss disguised this getaway as a work trip.

The villa you were staying at had a large double door facing the ocean. You would’ve enjoyed taking in the soft sounds of the water and the stars out tonight if you weren’t on all fours getting pounded like there’s no tomorrow.

Several months later your belly’s all round as Toji lightly fucks into you. “Wouldn’t want our precious little princess to get hurt, yeah?”

This man was truly insane.

You thought that the fact that you were pregnant, Toji would have some common sense to lay off you a little more.

Wrong.

Toji loves seeing you round with his baby. Fuck he thinks you look the sexiest like this.

He can’t wait to fuck another baby into you. <3

Your little princess is turning 1 and you were back to getting pounded non-stop, always having your pussy filled with this man’s cum.

Toji loves you, he proposed as soon as you got back from that “business trip” with him. He promised he’d take care of you and love you forever.

This man not only married you but gave you your beautiful darling daughter, and he can’t wait until he gets you knocked up again <3

Honestly, I just need Toji in my damn guts

Also! I made a second part (ish!) pov you’re the real estate agent 🫣

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curlyangelsblog · 5 months

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✿ Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader ✿

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( Hello ! I wanna start a new Yandere series and here is a little sneak preview of it ;) please if you want tell me what you think so far and tell me what you wanna see in it and please leave request for more series and shorts I’d appreciate. I wanna be more Active on here and find mutuals. Hope you all have nice holidays. <3)

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„Aww come on ten ten don’t be such a sore loser“ you giggled into his headphones.

„yeah whatever“ was all he mumbled back with a blush on his cheeks which you couldn’t see. You and Tomura, or Tenko as he introduced himself to you, have been gaming together for 2-3 months now. You guys met in some sort of chat room and have been hitting it off ever since. You not only game together but also talk on the phone for hours on end about Friends and Family , personal stuff and obviously gaming. Well you more then him. He love listening to you ramble. Your cute voice and addicting laugh.

„It’s getting kind of late ten ten (you’re the only person that gets to call him that) I have work early in the morning but it was nice talking to you“ you giggled. It really was you always felt like he was the only person that understood you. And he felt the same maybe even more but he wasn’t ready to admit that.

„Sleep well ten ten !“

„You too“

Was all he said and that was enough for you. You always knew what he was intending on saying and what he meant.

—————— next day—————————————————

From [y/n] : Hey Tenko you ready to play r/g (random Game) again ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡ ?

To [y/n] : sure

You were actually really good also a reason why he liked playing with you besides your cute voice. It was getting kind of frustrating that you were so good. Not to mention you were enjoying yourself quit a bit and making little remarks about how bad he was.

„Ok now your not THAT good“ he said

„I only won four times in a row didn’t I“ you said cheekily.

„Yeah yeah whatever“

„Well maybe you can learn a couple of things from me if you would watch me play“

What did you mean watch you play. Did you stream ? You guys have been talking about all lot of stuff but jobs and other hobbies have never really been topic. You did send him pictures before so he kinda knew what you looked like. You were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. But all he said that he didn’t need to watch you.

„Here is the link to my channel if you ever change your mind“

Tomura could feel how his heart sped up and a blush was creeping on his skin. He had to suppress the urge to click on the link and watch you stream. He had recordings of your voice which he listens to every night and the pictures you send him which he looked at when he felt down or when he did other things… But it wasn’t his fault that he got hard looking at you. You were just so beautiful to him.

„Buuut let’s finish this round I’m getting kind of tired ten ten“

„This time I’m gonna beat ya“ he said chuckling. The excitement and the images of you streaming shot right to his member. He wondered if you were one of those who wore slutty clothes and took money from old men. He was gritting his teeth trying not to make a sound. It excited him being able to see you more often it wasn’t enough to just see your pictures anymore he needed more. He won the round and he let out an excited “yes!” Which made him blush a little bit he was still a little awkward about showing so much emotions. You like it tho it was cute the way he got excited. You grumbled in response to loosing against.

“Well I can’t lie that was pretty good ten ten”

You guys logged off for the night. And as soon as the call ended Tomura clicked on the link as fast as possible. The link led him to your stream account it was as he imagined all pastel and pinky it was so you . The brightness stung in his eyes but he was too eager to look away. You were at almost 350k follows how has he never seen you. Well looking through you content you did play games you two liked to play but the majority of you content was games he wasn’t too familiar with. He clicked on one of your videos. The latest one of your streams. You greeted you viewers with a little wave and that cute smile of yours. He couldn’t look away. He had to have you…

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 8 months

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One Night

One night with Elvis after the ‘68 come back in his dressing room.

Elvis Presley x reader smut.

Word count: 4k.

Warnings: Bratty reader. Choking on his massive dick. Manhandling, hickeys. Blow jobs. Talk of exhibitionism. Voyuerism. Daddy kink as always. Heavy petting. Cum eating. Groping. A little bit of degrading talk. Overstimulation. Making out. He’s uncut, in this.

A/n: The people in the Elvis discord made me do this. All because I asked if he was uncut and it spawned into the ‘68 comeback. Love you guys tho <3. Also there isn’t actual sex in this, just a bj!

You had to pull the skirt down on the little dress he bought you. Your attempts at being comfortable were failing. The damp spot between your thighs was miserable as you continued watching him on the broadcast monitor in a room full of his men. His grunts took your attention away from the people pushed around you. The low vibrato of his voice, that tone he sung in was the one he used to put you in your place. The warning he gave you before the show.

“You’re going to regret that nungen. If you’re gon’ act like a brat and not give your ol’ man a kiss, he’s gonna treat you like one.”

He was brutally beaten when you refused him of your luck. He had to get a kiss from you in order to have a good show. The first show he met you at and kissed you rewrote his entire chemistry.

Your reasoning for why you didn’t kiss him was simply because of a bet you had with Jerry. You loved Jerry. Ever since you and Elvis got serious, you and Jerry became close. He was always there, joking and talking about everything. Often you’d have little bets about nothing. However he noticed how clingy you and Elvis had gotten to each other. Couldn’t even talk to either of you without you being in Elvis’s lap or you kissing on Elvis’s neck. He made fun of Elvis for his artificial spots, calling him a leopard. It only made him want more. It’s made some of the guys in the Mafia a little uneasy with all the pda. He swears that the two of you would fuck in front of them given the opportunity. He’s trying to prevent it from happening-so he decided to bet on it, knowing how competitive you are. You fell in his trap.

In all honesty the bet wasn’t even worth it. The bet was you wouldn’t last longer without touching Elvis then Elvis could last without touching you.

So far it has been devastating because of how inexplicably handsome he’s looked. Suit after suit had you wetter than ever. It was heavenly purgatory. Witnessing him in tight leather, glossed in a sheen of sweat. You caught his scent when he passed you a few hours ago to change. He cut you a glare. Those hard blue eyes slanted. His jaw clenched, the sides of his face were taut. Sweat dripping down in streams along his face. His glare told you that you were in trouble and that sent a ruthless rhythm of throbbing to your pussy.

Sitting in the small stuffy room where men crowded you at the control room. You watched him, eyes glued to the television. Your breath bated as you watched him with a fluttering heart (and cunt.) He pushes the end of the guitar to the front of his lap, leaning his head back and pants. The width of his neck made your mouth water. You had to refrain yourself from marking his body up in hickeys. He loves your marks you leave, however his team doesn’t. You were a bit embarrassed when they came to you and asked you if you could maintain yourself until after the special. You couldn’t help yourself some days after he was done filming where you just needed him to fill you. Satiate you. He likes to say that he’s made you addicted to him. Made you greedy for him. The makeup women did their best to hide the purple splotches on his neck with the collar of his jacket and the red scarf. The ones by his jaw though were a different story.

Your eyes widen, mouth opening a little in shock, seeing him unravel. You’ve seen him like that before. The times where he came, he’d throw his head back. Groan your name as he’d hold your hips down and thrust into your sopping little snatch, hold you there. Force you to take all of him. But seeing him like this in front of a hundred people was different. Exotic. You knew it and maybe a couple other people would’ve made the assumption that he blew it in his tight leather pants. The difference was that you knew he did. You placed a hand over your mouth and smirked, attempting to hide amusement. Maybe the curse was right, maybe just maybe that you not kissing him made him finish. You knew as soon as he left the stage you were in trouble.

“There he goes again, thrustin’ against that damn guitar actin’ like it’s one of his little mamas!”

The loud crack of laughter boomed after the man’s quip. Your cheeks heated up as you blushed. All you could think about was how happy you were for not kissing him.

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As he sang memories that’s when the tension shifted. He finally had a grasp on himself, on the crowd. Sitting down on the stairs, between two women on his sides. Confused as to why one of them looked like your doppelgänger. Same hair, eyes and face. You wondered if he plucked her out of the crowd because she resembles you or if it was a coincidence.

The song continues and he looks at her under his lashes. Running his eyes over her form. Your stomach twisted as he lowers the microphone from his mouth, places his hand on her face and moves it to the back of her neck. His other hand cups her chin and tilts her face upwards to his. Looking at her once before leaning in, he presses his lips against hers. The crowd erupts, girls trying to beg for him to kiss them next. The men holding their women tighter. He sweeps his thumb over her jawbone as he deepens the kiss. It hits you in the chest, realizing he’s pulling out the same trick he pulled on you. You remember explicitly telling him that you loved when he held your head as he kissed you. But now he’s doing it to her. The room you were in was quiet, a few whispered as they knew that you and him were exclusive. Hell, the guy who you placed the bet with was there.

The cherry though, was when the camera showed his face and the back of the girl's head. His eyes were open, staring at the camera. Staring at you. The smug bastard winks, pulling back. He kisses her quickly one more time before he gets up with a smile. You realize that he’s now just playing your game and he wasn’t about to lose. Somehow, that just fuels your motivation.

Trouble, comes and goes as fast as it plays. Mostly due to you being hyper focused on how it’s going to play out in his dressing room, but nonetheless he was humble with his “thank you and goodnight.”

The stage lights turn off and your heart is hammering. Adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your breathing is heavy. You can’t see him anymore, but you know he’s moving. Moving to you. You’re curious to know what kind of mood he’s in. Mad? Maybe even a little condescending? Who knows, but the after party was going to be happening soon so he better get out of his funk. The men filtered out of the room, making their way out of the building to beat traffic. A few still lingered, making sure that the broadcast was steady. The betting man rested his hand on your shoulder and smiled.

“I think I might’ve won, don’t you think?”

You shook your head smiling back at him. The other men in the room absentmindedly eavesdropped on your conversation.

“No, sir. I think I might’ve just won it.”

He’s shocked, leaning back against the soundboard with his arms crossed.

“What gives you that impression? I’m sorry to break it to you but he literally made a mockery of you by kissing the nearest woman!”

“That’s the thing. I think he’s touch starved.”

The man chuckles.

“God, you two really are something else. Not even lasting a day without touching each other.”

He shakes his head, starting to make his way out of the room before stopping and leaning down to your ear.

“Remember to be quiet when you lose and admit who's really the eager one. I already know what you sound like back in Memphis.”

He squeezes your shoulders as he walks out, leaving you in a messy puddle.

It’s been an hour since the show had ended and the man of the era is nowhere to be seen. You’re touching up your eyeliner in his mirror. Not long ago, you made your way to his dressing room. It was a decent size, a closet full of his suits and other accessories, his scarfs and rings were in there. Did you get bored and raid the entire room? Maybe. A small fridge full of Pepsi and Colas was beside the vanity. The vanity stood in the middle of the room in front of the full length leather couch. You sat in his casting chair, his name printed on the back. You sipped on your Cola, lounging as you waited. Kicking your heels off and crossing your ankles as you put your feet on the table. Your dress bunched up around your hips, showing your pantyhose and garters. Not caring if someone saw, it’d be a blue moon if someone came in at this point.

Hairspray and makeup were scattered on the top of the table. His cologne was there too. It was similar to being edged. Everything that has encompassed him was there and made you high. The room smelled like him.

The bulbs lining the sides of the mirror were an off white yellow color, the only lights that lit the room were a few table lamps. It was easier on his eyes and helped his migraines, but the low lights made it all too seductive.

Reminded you of one of those men’s smoking lounges Elvis took you to. Where the men talked and smoked thick stogeys in low lit diners with neon signs. He wore those thick metal sunglasses that covered most of his face. Wearing all the jewelry he had, his rings on every finger, gold chains around his wrists. He looked like a pimp as he sucked on the cigar. One hand wrapped around the butt, the other stuck under the side of your skirt. His fingers tucked between your thighs, his pinky touching the outside of your vulva. He doesn’t pay attention to you but you’re looking at him obsessed. When you finally start squirming and becoming antsy to the point where his friends would notice, he craned his head down to your shoulder. His lips brushing against your ear.

“‘M gon’ fuck you as soon as you wiggle again,”

You feel his teeth on your ear as he smiles wide. His breath smelled rich from the cigar.

“Bend you over on this table in frona everyone and use your tight little snatch.”

Your body becomes rigid and your thighs tighten more around his hand. His rings dig between your legs. He can feel the side of his hand becoming damp from your arousal. You don't dare move. Your breathing slows, your eyes wide. Pleading with Jerry who sat across from you to do something. He doesn't, he taps the end of the smoke and takes a long draw. His eyes were half closed as he watched.

“Be smart of you to not move. But I know how you like to defy me.”

He moves his head away, inhaling the last bit of his cigar before putting it in a tray. He returns to his normal posture. Laughing and joking with the rest of the group as if his pinky didn't dig between the thin line of your drenched panties.

You knew that your actions had started to test his patience. You mainly did it as a joke, seeing how far you could go before he snapped. This only started a month ago. When you first started dating last summer you were his perfect little angel and now you've turned into a little banshee. Maybe him spoiling you was what did it, maybe him giving you his touch whenever you wanted it was what caused this switch in power. He's decided that once he is done toying with you then you'd be his good little girl again. After an hour or two he’ll come.

You take a long swig of your Cola. Before thinking of another memory. His hips between your legs dont allow your knees to touch, your legs are so high up around him they’re around his ribs. He likes watching your walls stretch around him. Revels in seeing his work. The white cream coating the head of his cock, it smears down his length when he pushes in. The times he mouths at your cunt, is few but godly. Every time he does he makes his tongue draw out his name. The v was always the most-

The door opens and your eyes shoot to it. Clutching the metal of the Cola closer. You don’t even pull down your skirt to hide your hosiery. That’s how much you wanted him, not even caring that he’s pissed at you. His scent becomes more prominent, making your pussy flutter.

He waves behind him and says that he’ll see them at the after party before walking in. His eyes catch your thighs, the little garter holding up your stockings immediately makes his blood rush. The disrespect of putting your feet onto furniture also makes his head pound with a migraine.

He takes a few steps to the mirror beside you and tries to take off one of the sleeves of his jacket. You set the Cola down on the vanity and sit straight up watching him.

“Why’d you kiss her?”

“Why didn’t you kiss me?”

His voice is raspy, and deep. He's going to be on vocal rest for a while after tonight. It’s quiet after the rapid fire of both questions. A momentary touché is shared.

“Did you want me to kiss you?”

He stops fidgeting with his jacket and leans on the vanity. His thick brows knit. You notice the eyeliner and mascara make the blue in his eyes more distinguished. He turns his body to you, looking you straight on.

“Did you want me to kiss you?”

He mocks your voice in a sarcastic high pitched tone. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Of course I want you to kiss me. I wouldn’t call you mine if I didn’t.”

He continues pulling on the leather but his skin is too sweltering for it to budge. Turning back around he continues to struggle. Watching his side profile you think of where the next hickey you're going to put on him will be.

“I will if you get me that pretty little Corvette I've been asking for.”

He groans, eyes rolling in the back of his head. His face turns to stone when he looks at you. Taking your face in the palm of his hand. His rings burns into your cheek. Squishing your cheeks together, making your lips pout. You look down at his wrist at the black cuff around it. He looks down at you, his mascara-covered lashes makeing his eyes darker.

“Im done with you bein’ a fuckin’ brat. Always askin’ for this and for that. I'm not a fool, I know when I'm bein used. Maybe it's ‘cuz you're young and you don’ know no better. I'm puttin’ a stop to it nungen. Teach you how to be my good little girl again.”

His eyes flick across your face trying to see any expression on your face. None. Just your big dumb eyes staring up at him and it hits his gut like a punch. All you were was a little girl needing guidance. His grip on your face loosens, and his tense frame eases up.

“Nod if you understand.”

You nod as best as you can, feeling guilty for causing him stress. He smirks slightly and pats the side of your face with his open palm.

“What d’ya say ‘bout helping me out of this?”

You smile, getting out of the chair and standing in front of him. Forgetting momentarily about the height difference you look up at him in a daze. He's so pretty like this. Hair is messy, tan skin damp, his sideburns, his eyes are smokey. You start giggling as you touch his chest. (Losing the bet with Jerry, but how can you deny yourself of him?) Trailing your hands down his chest to his abdomen. Unbuttoning the two buttons at his waist. You pull at the jacket but it's stuck on him like it shrunk. His eyebrows furrow but he smiles a little watching you laugh to yourself.

“What's so funny?”

You don't look at him, but at the small patch of hair on his chest as you continue to try to pull the jacket off.

“I'll only help you if you get me the Corvette.”

He groans loudly, the back of his head hitting the mirror with a soft thud.

“You're a piece of work little mama.”

“I know I am, that's the reason you love me.”

You smile in relief as the jacket finally gives and more of his skin is shown. There's a sheen of sweat coating the black leather. He nearly moans as the warm air hits him. He’s shirtless under the leather. You wonder if he’s also wearing nothing under his pants. You smile at your thoughts and your handiness.

It’s quiet for a few minutes just a shared acknowledgement between the both of you. His tan hairy chest is in front of you, his jacket is now over the back of the casting chair. The cuffs around his wrists somehow draw more attention to his arms. The thick veins webbing from his fingers up to his shoulders. The curve of the muscles in his arms is utter eye candy.

His lips turn up into a smug grin. He knows the effect he has on women, you’re nothing different in that aspect. However, your ordinance just draws him into you more. He doesn’t have to deal with the drama of the press because they don’t know you like he does. All you are in the media is “Elvis Presleys girlfriend.” Not a starlet with jealousy issues.

And oh, oh. The touch of your palm on his chest burns him from the outside in right into his heart. Your little fingers entertaining the hair above his nipple. Doe eyes hooded as they stare at his throat. He smiles, leaning down his head to kiss you. His face is dewy by sweat, his sideburns tickling your cheeks. Cupping your sides with his large hands, he squeezes. The rings he has on, bunches your dress. Your own wraps around his broad shoulders, pulling him into you.

His fat tongue sweeps over your lips. Even if he’s mad at you for not giving him his kiss earlier, he can’t resist being soft to you. Asking you if you'll allow him to taste you. You oblige by opening your lips and allowing his tongue into your mouth. He’s nearly chasing your own tongue down your throat. A fever taking over his skin.

He pulls back, his grip on your hips deadly. His breath fans across your cheeks as his breathing hollows out. His eyes half closed.

“Get me out the leather.”

Not being able to think much else, he takes his foot and takes his boots off of his feet. He leaves you before he sits on the couch. You marvel at the way he looks. His wide chest soaked, his little stomach jutting out the slightest bit. His long legs are spread out wide. You lick your lips carefully.

“What do I get outta of it if I help you?”

He chuckles softly.

“Hunny, if you help I’ll think about getting you your corvette.”

You finally got the answer you wanted and you light up. Smiling wide, you walk over to him. Straddling his lap, you pepper his face with kisses. He holds your thighs as you kiss him. The sentiment is cut short by the prodding between your legs. A familiar stiffness you knew all too well. You stop kissing him, placing your hands on his shoulders and you look him dead in his face.

“How long have you been like this, daddy?”

He swallows thickly, slightly picking you up and placing you directly onto his throbbing cock.

“Since One Night. It jus’ never went down after I-“

You slap his chest.

“I knew you did! I know you too well daddy. All about your little tells.”

You grind your hips into his, your chest bumping into his bare one as you do. He throws his head back against the back of the couch. A bulb bursts in your head, you kiss his cheek right below his sideburn. You slip off of his lap, between his knees you sink. Running your hands over his thighs, feeling the rough leather squelch as you move the fabric. The evident tent was unbearable. You can make out the outline of his girth easily. How badly he must want to burst even after doing it once it wasn’t enough.

He can’t even look at you without his stomach burning, and the leather around his thighs tighten. Reaching up you unbutton the button around his waist, pressing a quick kiss to his abdomen. Unzipping the zipper slowly. As you finally pull it down, you can slowly see the skin around the tip come out. He hissed as the cold air hit his heated body. His hips buck, his stomach meets your chin and you smile. You start yanking the top of the leather off of him. He lifts his hips allowing you too. It’s still stuck on him as you keep pulling you make no avail and you pout. He smiles, shaking his head. The jeans were half open, his v-line out in the open along with the slightest bit of his dick.

“You get it now?”

You nod your head, but you keep pulling. He cups your cheek, tracing over your face as you keep struggling. Just looking at you makes the blood pump to his shaft. The veins are angry as you finally get the leather down his meaty thighs. You fall on your ass from the force of your pulls. He laughs lightly at how stupid this is.

You sit back on your calves as you grab the leather and pull it all the way down his legs, off his ankles, and off of him completely and it's only then that you notice. Notice the milky white patch where his tip would be. It's a huge stain that falls from where he tucked himsel- down to half of his thigh. He watches your every move, perplexed as to why you're staring at his cum so intricately. You take your index and trail it through the bottom up to where it begins, with drunken eyes you look at him.

“Can I taste it?”

He immediately takes his cock into his hand and grips the base tightly, trying to stop his blood rush. He's already dripping precum. It's catching on the skin around the crown of his head.

“Fuck.”

His chest, up to his neck, and cheeks are painted a deep crimson. He doesn't blush often, it takes a lot for him to get caught off guard but this. This was you asking to taste his dried cum off of his leather jeans. The reality of how perverted this is hits him.

“No, shit, don't taste it.”

He's thrusting up into his hand, his voice pained as he tries to find the words. He desperately wants your little mouth to replace his hand, but he can't stop watching your finger play with the dried cum on his leather jeans. He knows that you're too much of a brat to listen to him, so you take the finger that's been playing with his cum and stick it between your lips, and suck on it. Eyes going closed as you moan, tasting the sweetness of him.

You watch his fist turn into a blur with how fast he's going. His rings are painful from how sensitive he is but he can't care. He's overwhelmed, overstimulated, and just needs to get it out of his system. He reaches and grabs the back of your head, dropping his jeans by his feet and you can't even register what's happening before the ruddy uncut head of his cock is pushed between your lips. The skin pushes back as you open your mouth to him. He groans guttarly. Your clit throbbing is almost unbearable. The veins in his shaft weigh heavily on your tongue. His fingers soothe your scalp as he guides you to take him. You choke as he gets greedy and shoves your head down to where his pelvis is and ruts up into the back of your throat. Your chin touches his balls. Your eyes start tearing up and you can't breathe as he fucks your throat. Your drool is the only lubricant you have. The smell of his musk gets you high.

“Tell Jerry that I won.”

He loves the reaction he gets as your eyes pop open with his cock down your throat, your mouth gaping open. He wishes he had his camera to add to the already massive collection he has of you.

After your vision starts to falter, he makes sure to ease up. Pulling out to trace your lips with his member. You pant as you finally breathe. He's mean though, giving you a second of air before he's shoving your mouth back down and spurting his cum down your throat. His ass lifts off the couch and you almost gag from how deep he is. It's only a minute before you pass out when he finally lets go of you. His balls are finally empty, and he's exasperated on the couch. He grabs ahold of your arms and tugs you up into his lap. You're sitting sideways like a little kid on the lap of a Santa. He smooths your hair off of your face. Tucking your face into his neck. He kisses your forehead. His sideburns scratching against the side of your temple. It's quiet for a few minutes, both of you basking in the warmth of one another before he asks.

“What color Corvette do you want?”

#xreader #smut #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis presley smut #elvis presley x reader smut #writing #fanfic #‘68 comeback special

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fairyofjaeyun · 2 years

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l h s & p j s ➳ stupid kitty ꨄ

[0:28] now playing: my face - verivery

[warning] mommy kink, cuckholding, forced submission?, pegging, hair pulling, oral (male and brief female receiving), mention of fingering (male solo), brief smothering, brief finger sucking, vibrator, handcuffs, begging, degrading, again jay having terrible communication skills, goodboy!heeseung, brat!jay

1st person // 2.8k words // pt.1 // pt.3

[a/n] I have mixed feelings about this one because it’s the first part 2 I’ve ever made for anything so lmk what you think please! there may or may not be a part 3 👀👀

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it was over a week since I fucked jake. finals season was finally over, and students all around campus were all sighing and celebrating with relief. so it was no surprise that jay invited me to hangout at his dorm.

now technically students of the opposite sex weren’t allowed to share or visit a dorm but nobody snitches in our building and as long as you’re not disruptive, you won’t ever get caught.

jay’s dorm was one floor below mine near the cafeteria. he shared his dorm with heeseung, who wasn’t necessarily troublesome, but they did often bicker with each other.

it was around 2pm when I made my way down to his dorm with a tote bag full of snacks and my choice of toys. three taps later, jay urges me—more like the snacks—inside. he’s wearing a well loved white tee with oversized black sweats that barely hug his hips. his black hair was a little messy, his fringe going opposite directions, but on jay it was charming.

“took you long enough,” he says as if he didn’t just get up an hour ago. I scoff and roll my eyes as I plop onto his bed, letting the tote fall off my shoulders. jay notices the bag of chips peeking out and snatches it immediately.

“I don’t think you should be the one complaining,” I respond, vaguely. he glanced back at me, his brow arched as he opens the chips.

I never told jay what happened at jake’s house. I gave him an earful for having ‘last minute work,’ sure, but he has no idea that jake and I had sex, and from how indifferent he’s been acting I assume jake hasn’t told him either. it doesn’t matter, he’s still going to know how I feel about setting me up with Jake behind my back, knowing that he was gonna try and dominate me.

jay brushes me off by scoffing and shoving a chip in his mouth. before he had the chance to say anything smart, a door creaks open followed by steam and a dripping heeseung. his skin was glistening with fresh dew drops of water from the shower and his damp hair, which was lightly tussled from his towel that now draped over his shoulder. the only clothing he had on was his boxers. “oh! hi, y/n.” I notice he slightly stammered, barely meeting my eyes as he rushes over to his dresser.

I’ve seen him naked before, many times, so why is he so shy now? I watch his toned back and shoulder muscles contort as he opens a drawer. one droplet of water streams down the lower curve of his back until it’s absorbed by the hem of his boxers that covered what I wanted to see the most.

a chuckle from jay rips my attention away, and I see him holding a bright blue wrapper. I didn’t even notice that he went searching in my bag for more snacks. “you didn’t tell me you and jake went well,” he starts. his tone was amused, but I caught that hint of lust that was hidden below the surface. “or else I would’ve had you here much sooner.” he’s so close. his cologne, his warmth, his desire hit me all at once as he stood over me.

heeseung was now frozen, tshirt in hand, as he watched jay put his hand on my chin, his thumb threaten to swipe my lips. then he kisses me. his lips move at an alarming pace, all of the attraction and desire finally overflowing and possessing him. I sat through it all, stunned. this is nowhere near what I planned. nowhere in my mental play through did jay reveal that not only did he set jake up with me, he set himself up as well.

I pull away and smirk, “would you really? judging by how you’re acting now, you’d run scared if you knew what really happened,” I place my hand between his pecks and shove him. his face drops as he staggers backwards.

heeseung was like a deer in headlights; eyes bulging as mini puddles surround his feet, shirt still in hand, which made the new tent in his boxers even more noticeable.

“heeseung, baby,” I call out, and I see him gulp. “let’s show him what I really came here for.”

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heeseung, still damp, laid on his bed; his legs sprawled out and head thrown back as he propped himself up on his elbows. he looked straight out of a painting. his skin glistened in the indirect sunlight from the window that separated the two beds, highlighting the curve of his pectorals and each individual ab. the boxers still clung to his hips with a dark, wet in the center of his bulge. his doe eyes followed my every move, anticipating my next step.

jay took my spot on his bed, the condom still in hand. his feline eyes were a nice contrast to heeseung’s—sharp, attentive, analytical. I stride over to him, a wicked grin on my face. “strip me,” I order him. my smile grows wider when I see his confusion that results in a small ‘what?’ from him. “strip. me.” I repeat, and his hands fly to my shirt.

he has me down to my bra and underwear in seconds. he rests his hands on my bra strap, looking up at me with cockiness I’d soon break him out of. finally, he unhooks my bra and I let it slide down my arms onto the floor. jay licks his lips at the sight of my breasts, but resists the urge and moves on to my panties. “so wet, baby,” he groans, his thumbs circling around my hip bones with his gaze fixed on my labia.

I link my fingers into his messy hair and tug his head up, his cat eyes now locked onto mine. “how bad you want me?” the answer is so obvious. the bulge in his sweatpants and his iron grip on the condom (which we wouldn’t use that day) is all the confirmation I need, but only words could satisfy me.

jay guides my hand to his boner and lets me palm it. “feel how fucking hard I am. I need you so bad.” there we go, that’s what I needed. I squeeze his dick and he hisses, bucking his hips into my touch. “hmm, maybe if you’re a good boy and watch me play with heeseung, I’ll let you fuck me.” his eyes widen at my proposition and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

he then pulls my closer and rests his chin on my stomach, sneaking his hands to my ass and squeezing. “I need you now.” his tone is challenging me, but I step back and grab his chin. “you could’ve had me sooner if only you had used your big boy words. now stay put.” he had nothing else to say, and did as he was told, although with a very sour look. I turn around and let him get a good look at my backside as I approach heeseung, who was waiting very patiently.

I join him on his bed and straddle him. he moans when my naked pussy comes in contact with his untouched cock. “miss me?” I ask him. it’s been a few months since the night I pegged him, and frankly, I’ve missed him myself. how could I not when his moans and his begging are damn near pornstar level?

“so much, mommy,” he smiles, then I bend down to kiss him. his lips are so soft and plump, I couldn’t resist the urge to bite them. he whimpers against me and I start grinding on him. even clothed his dick feels good between my lips and on my clit; so much that I pull away to moan.

heeseung’s wet lips are now red and puffy, some spit starting to drip onto his chin. I gather it with my finger and bring it to his parted lips. he gladly sucks on it and moans, his eyes threatening to close only for me to pull away and leave a bigger mess on his face.

I turn my head towards jay. his sweats are pooled around his ankles with his hand is palming himself and his lip is caught between his teeth. “did I say you could touch yourself?” I snap. he makes no effort to stop, instead argues, “how can I not touch myself when you’re naked in front of me?”

“don’t let me catch you again or you’ll regret it,” I warn him—actually more like dared him. I wanted to catch him again so I could see how pathetic he looks trying to get off while imagining he was in heeseung’s place, only to put him down and laugh in his face.

I turn back to heeseung and give him a quick kiss before telling him to take off his boxers. his naked dick felt so warm against me, making me moan and drag his tip between my folds. “mommy, please,” he whines, pleading at me with his doe eyes. his hands are still clutched by his sides. he knows not to touch me without permission.

“please what, love?”

“please fuck me, mommy. I need you so bad.” he says, breathless as I continue teasing his tip, frequently bringing it to my entrance only to drag back up to my clit.

jay lets out a frustrated groan, his cock now fully out while he thrusted into his hand. “fuck, y/n! stop ignoring me.” the frustration has his eyebrows furrowed, and his free hand grasping at his sheets. I peek at his tip—an angry red dripping with thick precum.

“what did I say?” I start, but he’s quick to bite back, “then come touch me.” I was going to deny him, when a wicked plan came to mind. I climb off of heeseung, who whines in protest but makes no move to stop me, and stand in front of his bed. “come here,” I call jay over with my finger. he follows, completely slipping off his briefs and his sweats in the process.

“if you want me to touch you, you’re gonna have to listen and shut that fucking mouth of yours.” my tone is harsh, the complete opposite of how I speak to heeseung. those sharp eyes are daring me, fighting for power. I knew he had a comeback waiting for me, and seconds later he utters the two words—with a shit-eating grin—that set me off, “make me.”

immediately I grab his hair and pull his face towards my pussy. he barely has enough time to open his mouth and let his tongue press between my folds. his licks are lazy and slightly hesitant; short, quick kitten laps that could count as teasing. I briefly grind my hips against his face, making his tongue drag from my core to my clit, before pulling away.

jay’s face was beautiful—mouth and chin covered in cum, and for a split moment, his dominant demeanor was chipped away and I saw the submission that he hid deep below the surface, just like I knew there would be. he was more than capable of being a good kitty, but clearly being disobedient was more fun for him. he proved that to be true when that smug look creeped back onto his face, saying, “is that it?”

I knew he would take it this far, that it wouldn’t be easy. unfortunately for him, I came prepared. I dragged him to his bed and had him cuffed in seconds, even with him fighting and trying wriggle away. then I propped a vibrator wand on his dick and wasted no time turning it on a medium setting.

jay flinches and groans at the vibrations, his hands clenching in the cuffs. “shit,” he curses. “you did it to yourself. now shut up until I come back.”

then for the last time, I grab the last of the toys in my bag and turn back to heeseung, whose poor cock was aching for me. as soon as he sees he sees the strapon in my hands he flips over and arches his back into the position we both like.

“I’ve been waiting patiently, mommy,” heeseung says after I slip on the strapon and sit behind him, pushing his ass towards me.

“yes you have, my good boy,” I said, “you must’ve been thinking about me earlier, huh?” his hole was already red and puffy from being played with rather recently. my mind goes to him in the shower, stuffing himself with his fingers, either with his hand over his mouth or his teeth biting his lip to keep quiet. the things I’d do to see that.

my question catches him off guard and he stammers, cutely, “y-yes, mommy. I just missed you playing with me. I didn’t cum, I promise.” I massage his ass cheeks, making him lean into me more. “I know, hee. you’re a good boy, unlike jake and jay.” I sneak a glance at jay, and he’s thrusting his neglected cock into the wand, his lip trapped in his teeth to silence himself. “that’s why you’re getting fucked and he’s not.”

finally, I pop the cap of the lube and lather it on the dildo. I needed to fuck him badly, and I was grateful he had already prepped himself. all I had to was align myself with his entrance and slowly push in. heeseung moans at the slight stretch and again when he bottoms out. I wait for him the adjust, until his patience finally runs thin and he starts fucking himself on me.

it doesn’t take long for heeseung to start telling me how good he feels. a string of moans, curses, and ‘oh yes’s leave heeseungs lips as I keep thrusting into him. his head now buried between his arms. I feel jay’s eyes on us as I pick up the pace, but I keep my focus on the dildo sliding in and out of heeseung’s needy asshole.

the sounds of heeseung’s whines and jay’s groans were, dare I say, heavenly. there was something about hee’s pleasure layered with jay’s frustration that made my stomach warm with arousal.

“mommy, you feel so good inside of me.” heeseung’s getting louder, which means he’s already close. so I pull him up by to hair towards my chest, the other hand collapsed over his mouth so there’s no noise complaints. “you’re gonna make a mess all over your bed?” he nods and muffles a hum of affirmation in between moans. it only takes a few more thrusts and muffled moans for cum to start dripping onto his sheets from his balls.

after gently fucking him through his orgasm, I pull out and grab him the towel he used previously from his shower. then after a quick peck to his temple, I stride back to jay, who, surprisingly, hasn’t came yet. although his cock is borderline purple and consistently twitching from the agonizing vibrations.

“fuck, finally! please touch me, I can’t cum without you. I need you, please.” I grin at his rambling, completely satisfied at his vulnerable state. “maybe if you tell me how much of a bad slut you are.” jay’s jaw goes slack, and if it weren’t for the vibrator making his body jolt, he would’ve been frozen. “I-“

“go on,” I say after he hesitates and turn the vibrator up on its highest setting. he practically jumps and cries out, “shit! okay, okay! I’ve been bad.” displeased, I glare at him, holding the toy against the head of his cock. “you’ve been a bad what? don’t make me leave you like this.”

by now jay is sobbing. a collection of precum from his red tip has gathered onto his stomach, his wrists are bruised. I never thought I’d have the pleasure to see him look so pathetic. “a s-slut! I’ve been a bad slut! please let me cum.” his teary eyes are now shut as he whines, his body frantic as it tries to twist and turn away from the punishment of the toy.

I chuckle. “there, was that so hard?” I remove the vibrator and replace it with my mouth. jay instinctively tries thrusts his hips into me but I hold them down as he rapidly repeats ‘thank you.’ his cock is covered in his precum, making it messy and sloppy as I bob my head up and down, occasionally licking his shaft. his moans were now broken into desperate whines as his high finally creeped up to him. “shit, I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming, mommy.” his body clenches and I feel his dick twitch in my mouth before he orgasms with a broken sob.

I swallow what I can and let the rest pool onto his stomach as his pants turn into deep breaths. I crawl up to the headboard and uncuff his wrists, gently massaging the red marks that have formed and will eventually bruise. “jay,” I start. he looks up at me with heavy, half-lidded eyes through his messy hair humming a small ‘hm?’ “you’ve got some explaining to do.”

#sub!heeseung #sub!jay #sub!enhypen #sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader #dom!fem!reader #heeseung smut #jay smut #sub!jongseong #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #jongseong smut #heeseung hard hours #jay hard hours #jongseong hard hours

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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Can I request one where y/n and Steve where dating before he got with Nacy and they have break up because he’s starts having feelings for nacy but what he doesn’t know is that she was pregnant. Maybe a time skip to season 3 where he works at scopes ahoy and that’s when he finds out??? (Plot twist robin knows this whole time because there bestie)

second chance

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: teenage pregnancy (?), mentions of patriarchy and all those misogynistic shit.

A/N: okay i don’t know if i did well but this is fucking long, it’s 2.3k words lol. please let me know your comments/feedbacks, i wanna know what you think and i hope you guys like it 🫶🏻

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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“Look, I’m so-”

“D-don’t apologize, just leave, Steve, please” You cut him off, crossing your arms as you look away and bite your lip, stopping yourself from breaking down in front of him. Steve Harrington, your boyfriend since freshman year, the love of your life, just broke up with you. He couldn't seem to directly tell you but you know he’s trying to say that he’s fallen out of love for you and that his heart screams for Nancy.

You’ve been noticing these past few weeks that Steve and Nancy are getting close and hanging out more often - he’s even seeing her more than you.

Soon, you’ve figured that there’s something going on between the two, you wanted to talk to him but you were too scared, too scared to confirm your suspicions that he does in fact no longer have feelings for you.

Steve nods and walks out of your room, he didn't want to go but it’s for the best, he just broke your heart and he knows that getting out of your sight is the right thing to do.

You crouch down and hug your knees, loud sobs echoing through your room and hands tugging on your hair from self-frustration as tears stream down your face. The pain’s too much to handle, your heart’s crushed into pieces and it’s gonna take a long time to put them back together - or maybe, not at all.

After a while of crying, you suddenly feel a wave of nausea and quickly run to the bathroom, you start to vomit as soon as you enter. You begin to shake from the painful, violent, and involuntary contracting of your stomach.

The vomiting finally comes to an end and you lean on the wall, your body weak and frail. You were trying to calm your breathing and get rid of your dizziness when a realization hits you,

I missed my period.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

7 months have passed and you never came to contact with Steve about your pregnancy, you don’t even know what’s happening in his life anymore. You were grateful that your parents still accepted and supported you through the past months and thankfully, you already graduated before your bump started to grow.

No one knows about the child growing in you - except for your best friend, Robin. She stuck by your side and bought you all the foods you craved, she would cover up for you whenever you’d suddenly rush to the bathroom to throw up, and now that she wanted to get a summer job before college, Robin decided to work at your favorite ice cream place: Scoops Ahoy so she could sneak in some free ice cream for you and your baby.

Now here you are at Starcourt carefully wobbling like a penguin as you walk through and go to your best friend. The mall was pretty full since it’s newly opened and people are excited to come and see what’s in store. You put a protective hand over your bump and carefully head towards Scoops Ahoy, you spot a few familiar people from school and they were looking at you with shock looks on their faces - some were whispering to one another. You feel uneasy but you try to brush it off.

You’ve learned over time to just mind your own business and avoid them but sometimes it’s hard to do so when you’re by yourself.

You catch your breath once you arrive at the ice cream parlor, the extra weight from the growing bump makes it harder for you to do normal daily tasks and tires you quicker than usual.

Your exhaustion goes away when your eyes land on your best friend with a huge smile on her face, “Robin, you got the usual?” you ask, reciprocating her smile. She takes out a cone with two scoops of your favorite flavor, overloaded with toppings. You squeal in delight and Robin rushes towards you so didn’t have to walk more, “only the best for my best friend and my niece or nephew” she says, handing you the huge cone of ice cream. Without hesitation, you start devouring the dessert - the sweet, milky, coldness of it sends happiness and content to your taste buds, “you’re the best! Oh and, I don’t want you to lose your job, so I’ll pay for all the ice cream I took” you grab money in your pocket shove it to Robin. “Don’t give it back”.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Steve groans as he opens the door, Dustin and his friends have been passing through Scoops Ahoy’s back door to get in the movies and watch for free. Steve still complies despite his complaints and protests - he just can’t say no to those kids. “I swear to God, if you get caught-“

“You’ll be in trouble. We know!” they say in unison.

Steve shooks his head and closes the door. His body freezes as soon as he hears the familiar voice, the voice of the person he hurt the most, whom he hasn’t seen for a while, - the voice of the girl he misses so much.

He slowly approaches the window and slides it partially open, but big enough for his face to be seen.

It’s her.

His heart beat speeds up, a rush of emotions come shooting at him with no warning. Is he nervous? happy? scared? delighted?, he’s not sure what exactly but he does know one thing, he’s ashamed - the feeling that’s been stuck in him for a long time. How could he break up with you for someone who never really loved him? Karma is what happened to him; Nancy leaving him for Jonathan was a taste of his own medicine and he knows he deserved it.

Steve always thought of talking to you, you never left his mind. But, he’s afraid of how you’ll respond.

Steve watches you talk with his co-worker, he’s a bit confused, you seemed very comfortable with Robin. Since when did they become this close? he thought. Despite half of you being covered by Robin in his view, you were still pretty as ever, it’s like seeing you for the first time again, he always loved the way your eyes form into crescent-like shapes when you smile. Steve can’t help but smile too as you look so happy and invested in whatever you’re talking about and not to mention, glowing.

“So, I’m going to the doctor next week Tuesday to find out the baby’s gender. Can you come with me?” you ask Robin, taking another lick on your ice cream.

She gives you an apologetic look, “I have a shift on that day. I’ll make it up to you! I promise!” she replies, putting a hand up as she shows her sincerity. You pat her arm, “don’t worry, I understand. I’ll just...” your voice trails off when you spot him, your smile going away.

Robin sees the change in your expression and look at your direction, “I’m sorry, I didn't tell you. Steve’s also working here” she says softly.

Steve’s eyes together with yours, grow wide when you made eye contact. He doesn't know what to do; should he come out? should he hide? should he talk to you?. He gets more surprised when Robin turns around, finally getting a better view of you, his attention lands on your growing tummy, you’re pregnant.

You look at him and down on your bump, in spite of trying to avoid him all this time, part of you still wanted to see Steve.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Robin goes to Steve, “way to ruin the day”

“Why didn't you tell me you were friends with Y/N?” he asks. Robin crosses her arm, her demeanour changing into a protective and annoyed one, “why should I? You broke by best friend’s heart and took everything away from Y/N by getting her pregnant!”.

“What do you mean getting her pregnant?” confusion and shock plastered all over his face. Robin rolls her eyes and takes in a deep breath, he’s getting on her nerves. “She’s 7 months pregnant, do the math”.

There was brief tensed silence between them, “oh shit” he gasps.

“Yeah, ‘oh shit’. Y/N never dated anyone after you, how can she anyways? No one would want to go out with someone who’s a carrying a baby that’s not theirs. She can’t even go out that much, she’s scared of people’s stares, eyes that says ‘you’re a slut’ to her face. You know how lucky you are? You’re so lucky because you’re a man, no one cares if you get a girl pregnant and leave them or if you fuck many girls - you’ll get praised even! But for us, women? even the smallest thing like our clothes can make us a whore. Pregnant or has a fatherless child? a whore. Fucks as many boys as you? a whore. It’s not fair”

“I never told you because I don’t think you deserve to. She’s all by herself with a child growing inside of her. She’s scared” Robin adds, her face turning red.

Steve looks down and carefully listens to Robin’s outburst.

She’s right.

A tear rolls down his cheek, how could he let you go through this alone? how could he go on to the next girl like you’re an object?. He puts a hand on his forehead, he’s disappointed in his self

Robin looks at him, she could see his guilt and realization. Ever since she started working with him this summer, she noticed the change in him, he wasn't the asshole she used to see back in school, he’s no longer the Steve she knows. She saw it with the way he took care of the curly-haired boy and his friends. The old Steve would’ve made fun of them or not look at them at all, thinking that those kids are weirdos. And seeing how he’s rescting now just confirms that he did change.

“But you know, she still wants to reach out to you and maybe, you should try and go to Y/N”

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

The day went drastically slow for Steve, he’s been out of it, he can’t focus on the job as his mind keeps coming back to you, thinking of what to say when he talks to you tonight after his shift.

They’ve finally closed the ice cream parlor, and he goes straight to your place with Robin.

They arrive at your doorstep, still in their uniforms and Robin knocks on your door with Steve fidgeting on the hem of his shorts, waiting behind her.

After a moment, you finally open the door and meet the two. “Can we come in?” Robin asks.

You don’t say anything and just move aside to let them in, it’s like your mouth glued shut. “He’s got something to tell you. I’m gonna go to the kitchen and give you space. Call my name when you need me”. Robin leaves you both before you could even reply.

You sigh and face Steve, “I h-honestly don’t know where to start” he speaks up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything, I really am. I wasted the girl who loved me with all of her heart and cared for me, I threw away the relationship with who I was the happiest with. You’re always on my mind, Y/N. I never stopped loving you - god I know that sounds stupid after all that I’ve done but believe me it’s true”

He starts to choke on his words, “I don’t fucking know what I was thinking back then and i-it’s not even a valid excuse. But please give me a chance, let me be there for you and the baby, our baby. I want to be in your lives. I’ll do anything you ask me to. Just, please” he sobs, approaching you and holding on your arms with a pleading grip on them.

“The past few months have been hard for me but, it doesn’t compare to yours and I’m the one to blame. I completely understand if you no longer wanna be with me and have to do anything with me. I’ll be out of your sight but let me at least help support the baby. I know money’s not gonna fix everything you’ve been through, I just want to try to make it up to you, j-just tell me what to do”

Tears are streaming down your face. It was the very first time you saw him cry, he always hid his emotions and stopped himself from breaking in tears in front of everyone, seeing him like this makes you realize that he’s sincere.

“You know I can’t forgive you just like that, you left me in a ditch and you weren’t there when I needed you the most” you reply, Steve nodding in response, his face full of shame. “But I-I want you to be there for our child, I want you to be the one to see them grow up, be there as a father”.

His body perks up, “And for me, I-I don’t know how long it’ll take. I wanna take things slow”.

He pulls you into a hug, his tears not stopping, “I don’t care how long, even if it takes years, I-I don’t care, I’ll take it. I’ll be by your side for now on. Just, just tell me where to start” .

He pulls away when Robin’s voice erupts from the kitchen, “you can start by going with her to the doctor next week, I’ll cover up for you”. Steve looks back at you, anticipating on what you have to say, hoping you’re be okay with the idea.

“It’s on Tuesday, at 10am. We’ll find out if it’s a boy or a girl” you say with a soft smile on your face.

“Oh my God, I’ll pick you up. Thank you, thank you, I won’t let you down” he responds with delight, putting a hand on your belly as he looks at your unborn baby. You gave him a second chance and he won’t waste it, the thought of having a small version of you and him running around in the future gets him all excited.

Steve swears from now on to do everything with you together.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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eternalwritess · 2 months

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i hope i'm not requesting anything at a bad time; i guess i'll take a romantic matchup for hazbin?? i know helluva's in tje same universe i'm just. uegj,

Pronouns: they/them/theirs; anytime i shoot for they/he i forget 2 seconds later, it's like there's just a single semi-visible crumb of man inside that i can rarely beat in a footrace i'm sorry. He's There.

Sexuality: gay (nblm/mlm/achillean)

Personality: gonna be real with you, i am. honestly kind of a nervous wreck?? i'm trying my best not to be so timid or insecure to such a degree but anxiety is something i struggle with Horrendously and i? die,

might also be a lil depressed and a lil lost in life but we're not talking about that today—

if i manage to feel comfortable enough with someone though i can definitely either be a complete doofus or very clingy (or in a romantic context, touch-starved) and very,,,, puppybrained?? as they say??? a

Hobbies: aside from venting my emotions through baking and being a bit of a bookworm or library-mouse, i tend to draw somewhat often (even if it's kinda. b a d) and i've been on a stream-watching kick as of late?? i may also touch a video game from time to time, but like. don't a lot of us

Pet peeves: off the top of my head, when people try accusing me of shit i didn't do, fake people, when people handle time travel plotlines Like That (you know what i'm talking about), mother's day

idrk man it's hard to recall pet peeves for me when i'm not Completely pissed or salty, i hope that's sufficient💦

i'm sorry if i butchered the format i have n o idea how this is gonna look as a submitted ask 🏃‍♂️

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓴!

i wasn't really given much to work with so sorry if its kinda short and inaccurate

You probably met at the hotel and just needed someone to talk to and Charlie wasn't there so he decided to listen to you

He'd most likely talk with you over your anxiety and try to calm you down if things get too bad

"Deep breaths"

As for venting he's heard it all and knows how to deal with it all so he's more than willing just to listen to you and give you advice from there.

He's not that big into electronics but I'm sure that you might be able to get him to watch a few streams with you if he's in the mood

He wouldn't mind the clingyness very much as long as it doesn't become paranoia or anything harmful to the relationship or such

You and him might discuss books every now and then and he would try and give you reccomendations even if they might be a bit out of style

"Have you read?..."

He likes your drawings and likes watching you improve and will gently tease you about them and then say how good they are and how you've improved

Husk isn't a fake person at all and is more of a down to Earth person

He's very honest and will most likely never lie to you if he does it's most likely about him being an overlord because he's embarrassed or with his contract with Alastor just because he doesn't want you to get worried

But even if he did and you found out he would apologize and you might go through a rough patch but thats about it

Over all it would be a very caring relationship <3

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seokiloquy · 1 year

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Shift Pt 3 - Kozume Kenma

Au: Regular (timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: Dual POV, use of a pseudonym (username: ForestFire) instead of (Y/N) in most cases, swearing.

Word Count:2.3k

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4

“No way.”

Uvo groaned at Kodzuken’s response. “You don’t have to stay long if you don’t want to, Kenma. But, It would be great if you came. Solarii doesn’t get to celebrate her birthday often.”

“Doesn’t sound like my cup of tea.”

“But talking with strangers online is?”

Kenma sat silently, but the clicking of his keyboard could be heard through the phone.

“Okay, look. There’s going to be maybe 12 people there, max. And only a bit of it will be filled. You can avoid the camera if you’d prefer. We just want you there.”

Kenma remained silent, thinking over the possibilities of what could happen. Likely, he ends up tucked away in the corner, trying to call for Solarii’s dog to keep him company or play video games on his phone. The latter of which seemed a bit more enjoyable.

“We’ll be playing Mario Kart and other stuff!” Uvo sang in a final attempt to sway Kenma’s mind.

“Who’s gonna be there?”

“Uh, well, Solarii, of course, me, Forest—”

“I’m in. Send me the details.”

“Aweso—”

Kenma hung up, going back to his game.

As Uvo gathered everyone and everything for Solarii’s birthday, you were tasked with distracting her for the morning until you got the okay text to bring her back to her apartment. After a full day of streaming, so she could take the day off, she was desperate just to go home and relax.

You tugged at her wrist, dragging her behind you while she slouched, long black hair hanging like curtains in front of her face. “I’ll buy you a dress, candy, cute cat ears or something, please! Just spend an hour with me!”

She let out a tired laugh, standing straight so that she could rest her forehead on your shoulder. “Can we just sit down and eat fries or something?”

“Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll get you all the fries you could dream of!”

“It's so early. How are you so loud?”

“It’s mid-day.”

“Early,” she groaned, letting you drag her to the mall’s dining hall, where she sat, head flat against a table with her eyes closed while you got the fries.

With the moment to yourself, you checked your phone.

You huffed, heat blooming in your lungs as if you could breathe fire. Uvo and, by association, Solarii were great socialisers. Making friends and lasting connections everywhere they went. Including Kenma.

You weaved through the crowds of people to return to the table where Solarii looked like she was napping, but at the sound of your chair, she perked up. Immediately jumping on the bag you placed on the table.

She practically moaned the moment she got a bite.

"You're in public, Sol."

"You brought me here. Deal with it."

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, leading you to quickly pull it out and check out the text from Uvo.

<Ken's here!>

"What's that?" Solarii tried to peek over the top of your phone.

You scramble, forcing your phone back into your pocket. "Nothing!"

"Can't fool me. What was it?"

"Nothing! I promise!"

"Liar, you're lying to me!" She lifts herself up, trying to reach over the table to get in your pocket will her greased fingers.

"Fine! Fine, stop it!" Your mind races for something to fill the lie. "It's just a stream notification."

She glances you up and down with a sparse eyebrow raised. "For who?"

"Kodzuken."

While they knew each other, you were confident Sol didn't keep track of Ken's streaming schedule.

"You still have his notifications on? Wow, you must really like him."

You groaned internally, wishing you had watched anybody else in college. It had truthfully been months since you last managed to attend one of his live streams, since before you blew up on the platform in your own right. And between streaming and voice acting, there just wasn't the time to catch up with anything that wasn't just short videos.

"I find him calming." You squeezed out.

"Really." She smirked, "is that all?"

"Please, don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

"Try and get out every little embarrassing detail of my… infatuation with Kodzuken."

"So you admit it!"

"No!"

"You just said 'infatuation'. You like him!"

"Who doesn't?"

"A sane person."

"What does that mean‽"

While you had managed to get Solarii both awake and distracted. The consequences left your temperature running higher than normal. Every word from her lips seemed to be delicately created just to torment you.

"Look. I don't have a crush on Ken, I hardly know him! His videos and streams were a great comfort to me in school, so I appreciate him."

"I'm still stuck on the comfort thing. He's kind of a gremlin."

You were happy to leave the mall when Uvo finally texted and eagerly gathered Sol's languid body to your car.

Kenma had already found himself playing with Solarii’s dog before the party even started. While everybody either put food in bowls and plates or hooked up the tv for them to play games, Uvo intermittently filmed the progress until sending a text.

You weren't there, though, apparently keeping Sol busy.

Kenmas hands pushed through the small dog's fur, scratching the creature the same way he did cats, which she seemed to tolerate, while occasionally barking at X when he walked by.

With two people not currently in the room, Kenma already felt cramped, content with letting the little fur ball keep him company until he felt the need to move.

"They're here!" Uvo shouted from the kitchen, grabbing the cake to bring to the apartment's entryway. Tawny followed with candles and a lighter.

Picking the dog up, Kenma walked over, standing at the back of the crowd as everyone waited to surprise Sol. Everyone screamed as the door unlocked. But Kenma's attention immediately caught your startled face over Sol's shoulder.

The chanting around him seemed to disappear as if the crowd had vanished, leaving him in the middle of the room. His vision tunnelled, vignetting around your face. Everything seemed to stop as if he were there to greet you when you came home.

You let out a loud laugh, shaking Sol's shoulders to encourage her while she blew out the candles, which led the dog in his arms to bark. Kenma glared, the loud sound being sharp in his ears. The crowd moved to the kitchen, leaving Kenma with the small canine to stew.

He glanced away from you toward the TV, nodding to himself.

You eagerly ate the collection of cake, chips, and candy that was laid out on the kitchen counter before your eyes caught sight of Ken crouched in front of the TV, Fuwafuwa wagging her little tail by his feat. Maybe he was like a gremlin in a cute, unkempt and endearing way. His grown-out hair, which he had bleached in high school, had been trimmed but still had some blond ends that brushed against his shoulders. Wore a plain baggy shirt with his ever-recognisable high school track pants, which had holes in the knees and tattered threads along the bottom from petting and getting scratched by cats. His casual, almost lazy attire made you feel overdressed when you weren’t.

It was hard not to admire him in person, finally being in his presence instead of watching him on a 2D screen image.

Something hit your shoulder. Sol’s wrist, a plate of cake in hand, as she nodded for you to approach the quiet gamer. You pinched your brows, shaking your head fervently, but Sol dropped the plate with a slice of cake and a fork in your hand and pushed you before turning around to talk to Uvo, who had his camera in hand. Sighing, you greeted Fuwafuwa as she ran around your ankles while you approached and crouched next to Kenma.

“Hey, Ken.”

He gave you a sideways glance before crouching lower and searching through the collection of games on the tv stand’s shelf.

“Here’s your slice of cake,” you continue holding it out for him. He takes it and sets it on the coffee table behind him.

“Thanks.”

“What game are you looking for?”

“Mario Kart.”

Oh. “Hold on.” You step over Fuwafuwa and reach for the plastic box that’s tucked against the wall. Opening it up, Mario Kart is at the top, placed half haphazardly amongst the neatly stacked collection. “It goes in the box; otherwise, they won’t stop playing it.”

Kenma hummed, lips pinched together as he took the game from your hand. The tips of his fingers hit your knuckles, and he shuffles back, quickly slotting the game into the console.

At the sound of the game booting up, everyone gathers on the couch, leaving you and Kenma to sit on the floor. He grumbles, snatching a pair of pillows, and handing one to you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Let's just grab the controllers before they steal that too.” As he settled onto the pillow, Fuwfuwa jumped into his lap.

“She likes you.”

“I think she just doesn’t like how loud everyone else is.” They’re all yelling at each other while picking and choosing their karts and characters.

Reaching over, you give the dog a scratch around her ears.

“They’re competitive.”

Kenma hums and sets his kart up. Immediately earning a groan from X behind you.

“What’s up?” glance over your shoulder.

X drags a hand up his forehead and back against his buzzed hair. Before leaning forward, one hand squeezing your shoulder as his head appears between you and Kenma.

“Oh, dear Forest.” He emphasised his words by shaking your shoulder and pulling you close, so your cheeks shooshed against his. He whispered. “Kodzu here has a signature setup for Mario Kart. It’s not even considered the best set-up, but when he uses it, we’re all bound to lose.”

“Uh.” You glance at the screen, then Kenma, who leaned forward to glare at both you and X. “Truthfully, I don’t know much about Mario Kart.”

“Oh,” X sighed dramatically. “Well, your set-up happens to be nearly the complete opposite from his and since you don’t know how to play. Well,” X pushes his cheeks in closer to yours, nearly giving you an eccentric smooch. He sang, “Good luck,” before being dragged back by the collar of his shirt that Solarii had taken hold of.

Kenma shoots a glare at the buzzed-cut PvP gamer before turning back around.

The game starts.

Before you can realise what’s happening, you’re shifting your body with your character on the screen as if it’ll make it turn sharper and prevent you from falling off course. You lurch again, shoulder crashing into Kenma’s and you lose balance, staying there, and yet, your character falls off the map. Startled, Fuwafuwa runs off.

“How do you guys do this?” your head sags.

“By getting good, Little Sprout.” You huff at X’s response but he’s immediately knocked off the course. “Who just Blue Shelled me!”

Next to you, Ken chuckles, making you realise that you were still leaning against him and he had to notify X of the culprit.

“Oh, watch your back Ken! I’m getting my revenge!” you lean back as X trashes forward.

Every round, Kenma seemed to win, and X seemed to lose, only seconded to you, who kept falling off the Rainbow Road track.

“This is going to haunt me forever.”

Kenma gave you another glance from the corner of his eye, but you paid it no mind, instead choosing to get to your feet and grab something to eat from the kitchen.

You watched the rounds continue from a stool in the kitchen, munching on chips while everyone began to yell at each other.

“They’re loud.” Ken sighs, sitting on the stool next to you and lifting his knees up.

“It would probably be more fun for you if you had more of a challenge. You just kept beating everyone.”

“I didn’t beat you.” He hugged his knees to his chest.

“I came consistently in last place! You beat me every round!”

“That’s just because you don’t know the game. I never made you lose. I made X lose plenty.”

It didn’t really matter. You still lost every round, sabotaged or not. “Think that might actually be worse, I lost on my own merit instead of getting hit with anything… I’m just that bad.”

“You have other talents, I’m sure.”

You huffed, cheeks burning as you turned away to hide them.

There was a loud cheer, and finally, X had won a round. Kenma grumbles and gets to his feet.

“Where are you going?” you ask, chest aching at the sight of him walking away.

“To take X down a notch. He’s loud.”

Two days later, Kenma is still feeling the sting of your shoulder against his. It wouldn’t leave his mind, burnt into his skin and memory. He wanted to scrub it all off, but it wouldn’t leave. In the moment, at first, he was ready to win each game. Until he realised, you didn’t even know how to play. X, however, made it easy for him to be a target. But still the winning didn’t stick around in his mind like you did.

He glared at his phone screen, just scrolling through until he saw an image of a familiar scene. The footage of Solarii’s birthday had been posted, and people had already started posting about it. Including a screenshot of him and you in the background.

<They’re so cute together!!!> The caption said.

He tossed his phone aside and dragged his hands down his face. Hoping he could wake up with a clearer head.

Guess whos super tired? Me. I took a 3-hour nap while writing this…..nearly deleted everything on accident. -Bacon

Posted: 06/06/2023

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goobiegoobert · 2 years

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spare some monty, freddy, and sun/moon nsfw hcs for the poor (horny)? 🙏🙏🙏

Catch me in your dreams, if you can that is. __________________ A/N: Feeding the rotters, drink up my guys there's gonna be a lot of it tonight <3 Warnings: Smut, highly suggestive, use of dom/sub dynamics, somnophilia, darcyphilia, breath play, mentions of blood read at your own risk. 18+ Only, minors interacting with this post will be blocked. [ GN pronouns used ] ( use of afab and amab language) __________________

Glamrock Freddy

➤ Very hesitant about things, and asks you constantly if everything's okay ➤ Powerhouse to practicing safe and healthy sex with you ➤ Safewords, aftercare routine, boundaries on your consent, and what he can do to you ➤ as the head of the band, it comes naturally for him to have you call him sir ➤ Doesn't think daddy fits and is generally discomforted by it since he's often dad figure to many and discourages it since it would be 'too inappropriate' ➤ Tbh it's only like that since Freddy would absolutely just go blank if someone during the day called him dad ➤ I will stand by this but he steals and has a stash of stolen underwear and I cannot understand why but it's just fucking there ➤ Huge fan of wanting to fuck to the rhythm of music, like dear fuck ➤ In all honesty, you feel dumbed down during your intimate moments with him for various reasons ➤ Afab? Would absolutely spend so much time messing around with your tits, allowing the cool metal to rub against it raising goosebumps across the bare skin simply admiring you ➤ Amab? overstimulation heaven, if you don't call the safe word Freddy will sit there for hours rubbing you out until you're satisfied ➤ More focused on your pleasure than his

Monty Gator

➤ Unlike how many people portray pictures Monty is further attracted to the little things about you ➤ Of course, he's an ass man but generally is obsessed with your thighs ➤ I feel he'd absolutely want to get their casing cracked or broken between your thighs ➤ Absolute powerhouse to fucking you in front of a mirror, especially the one in his greenroom ➤ Due to being absolutely massive Monty truly likes to see you squirm beneath him, honestly a huge power trip just seeing how massive he is compared to you at this moment ➤ Afab? Don't worry, he's absolutely obsessed with trying to see if you get a belly bulge from him and if he succeeds? You're doomed he'll never let it go or give it up ➤ Amab? You're in for a treat, he'd do anything to treat you right just remember your ass will be sore as fuck the next day, and your dick milked dry until he's finished with you ➤ Absolute hard dom, cannot picture it in any other way man ➤ Might be into a little swinging action if he's up to sharing and you're comfortable with it ➤ Mostly just to prove no matter who you get split on he'll always be better ➤ Wasn't the best in aftercare tbh, it took time to figure out how to take of you after everything ➤ First time after he offered you a cigarette seeing that others used it to calm down ➤ Favorite way to handle you is with your back pressed against his chest really gets him going ➤ Due to his sharp nails love to indulge in pain play often dragging them along your stomach and thighs to draw the little blood he can get ➤ Covered in bites from Monty, literally is obsessed with making sure you're covered with marks by the end giving you two at least a day or two of recovering before going at it again

Sunnydrop

➤ Oh boy, the biggest fucking switch here, sometimes he'll simply sit there asking what feels good to you until you're crying from the pleasure ➤ Huge on seeing you cry, yes he feels bad and will never say he likes it ➤ but deep down he tries every time to make sure tears stream down your face in a good way ➤ He and Moon are the ones without dicks, sure Monty and Freddy have it as their own video bs and etc but the daycare attendants have to make do with what they can ➤ Some wires are partially exposed and moveable that they get the sensation to and react with to reenact pleasures of sex ➤ will use your fluids of either natural lubricant or your cum to draw patterns into your skin. Likes to write his name a lot since it kinda gives the expression of writing claim to his art ➤ Afab? You'll be seeing stars by the time he's done and wanting the lights to turn off just for a break, in his brain despite not being able to have but always wondered what it'd be like if he could get you to sit on his face, ahem breeding kink he can't really do ➤ Amab? Your ass is grass, and he's mowing it, not very understanding what prep is at first so you'd have to teach him before they try entering you first go with a toy ➤ Most of the time sex ends with you exhausted and on the verge of passing out whilst Sun's stuck rebooting from overheating his system

Moondrop

➤ The lights are out? Man, good luck living until then ig ➤ You see, Sun has endless energy but when it comes to Moon with this he wants to push limits ➤ learned to set up safewords and specific parts of consent with you just in case since they get far too aggressive for normal people ➤ Don't tell me Moondrop doesn't have a somnophilia kink, c'mon I dare you ➤ Fucks you during your sleep or wakes you up with sex if he's ever in the mood ➤ It rarely happens but whenever Moon does want to have some fun just understand it will be long and punishing ➤ Sets up a reward system for you, such as getting a shorter nap time if you want that, snacks, you name it ➤ Fixated on the only praise used is the term Good Boy / Good Girl / Good pet ➤ Has choked you once on accident to make you shut the fuck up and just it's stuck to be a thing that happens now and again if you mention it's something you like to happen ➤ Focused on their personal curiosity to see just what you can handle as pleasure unless you want to fumble with his wires for a bit in the end ➤ You're afab? Weirdly has an obsession shared with Sun on being parents with you even if it can't really happen but does try to live out the fantasy ➤ Amab? Ohoho. I'm so sorry but your cock is broken by the end of this weeping and limp from the overuse and stimulation from this fucks experiments

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Hi, its Grim anon! I was wondering if I could request a platonic bench trio with y/n (she/her) who is very open about her affection for the three (constantly complimenting them, saying ily, etc.), but lately she's been worried that people will take it the wrong way so she's stopped? And now they're like. Where's my Y/N validation? :(

yep yep!! here you go, grim anon! ^^ sorry if I got a bit off track? I'm not sure if I did or not!

platonic!BenchTrio x affectionate!y/n

pronouns: she/her