#-pulling my hair out n throwin up-

[pastelghostbro]

WHY MUST THEY DO THIS TO MY BOY

[daniiiboo]

love story- jh86

summery- love story by taylor swift, jack hughes version

dani's thoughts - yay another fic out!!!

warnings- nothing just pure fluff

We were both young when I first saw you

It was the first day of high school and Jack Hughes couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. You had a dazzling smile that could light up the entire room. Jack felt his heart skip a beat as he watched you from across the hallway. As he walked past you, your guy's eyes met for a brief moment and Jack felt a strange connection to you.  

After that, Jack found himself making excuses to walk past your locker in hopes of catching another glimpse of you. Eventually, fate stepped in and you and Jack were paired up for a group project in English class. As the two of you worked on the project together, Jack found himself growing closer to you. 

“Maybe we can do this instead?” You asked Jack, wondering how to fix the mistake the two of you made. Instead of being worried about the project, Jack was too busy looking at you, the way your hair frames your face, how your face lightly scrunched up as you thought. “Jack?” you questioned, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Oh- urhm, yeah that's good!” Jack stuttered out, his face turning a beautiful shade of red.

“Ohh kay” you responded, going back to writing.

You were Romeo, you were throwin’ pebbles and my daddy said “Stay away from Juliet”

The sound of a hockey puck hitting the boards echoed through the empty rink as you watched from the bleachers. It was a late practice, and most of the team had already left. But your boyfriend, Jack wasn’t quite done yet. He was the last to skate, always pushing himself a little longer than the rest, always a bit more determined to be the best.

You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, though your eyes kept flicking up to watch Jack. The way he moved on the ice, the confidence in every stride, every shot. 

“Stay away from him, (Y/N). He’s trouble.”

You’d heard those words so many times that they had started to feel like a broken record in your head. But despite your father’s warnings, you couldn’t help the way your heart raced whenever you saw Jack, or how he made you feel when he smiled at you.  Finally, as he finished up his last lap around the rink, he skated over to the bench where you were sitting. He pulled off his helmet, his damp hair sticking to his forehead, and threw a towel over his shoulder.

“Hey, what are you doing here so late?” he asked, his voice warm, though there was an edge to it.

You shrugged, trying to act casual.

 “Just needed some air. You know, thinking about… stuff.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. He leaned against the bench, crossing his arms, looking at you with that trademark smirk of his. 

“Stuff, huh? You’re not gonna tell me what kind of ‘stuff’ you’re thinking about?”

You bit your lip. You knew he was trying to get a rise out of you. Jack had a way of doing that—making you feel like you were the only one in the room, even if there were a hundred people around.

You hesitated. 

“I was thinking about… us.”

He stopped mid-smirk, his gaze softening. 

“Us?”

You nodded, your heart thudding in your chest. 

“Yeah. My dad. He doesn’t want me to be around you. He thinks you're bad news.”

“I mean I’m not a saint” Jack let out a laugh, but there was no humor to it.

“I just want you to know, even if my dad doesn’t like you, I do, and thats what matters. My dad doesn’t see you when you get me flowers, or when you do little things for me. He only sees how you act on the ice as how you act in public. I see every part of you, and I love you.” you explain, looking up at him, both of you having tears in your eyes. 

“Cmon lets get out of here before I cry on the ice” Jack said softly

Later, as you and Jack wandered through the streets under the cover of darkness, the world felt like it belonged to just the two of you. You forgot about everything else,about your dad’s warnings. All that mattered was the feeling of Jack’s hand in yours, the sound of his laughter in the air, and the way he made you feel like nothing could go wrong.

So close your eyes Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

The evening air was warm but fading, the last remnants of daylight slipping away like the final notes of a song you didn’t want to end. You leaned against the hood of your car, watching the orange glow of the setting sun bleed into the horizon. It had been a long day. A long month, really. The constant pressure, the expectations, the routine—it all felt so heavy sometimes. You needed a break, needed to get away, even if it was just for a little while.

That’s when you saw the headlights coming down the road.

You smiled to yourself. Of course, it was Jack. He always knew when you needed a little escape.

The engine of his truck rumbled softly as he pulled up beside you. The moment the car stopped, he was already getting out, his familiar grin lighting up his face. You couldn't help but smile back, even though the weight of everything still tugged at you.

"Hey," he said, walking over to you with that relaxed, confident stride. "You ready to go?"

"Go?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Go where?"

Jack's grin only widened. 

"I don’t know. Somewhere better than here. Somewhere we can just... forget about everything. You in?"

You hesitated for only a moment. You knew what he was asking. You could already feel the excitement buzzing beneath your skin. Jack had this way of making things seem like they were going to be exactly what you needed, even when you didn’t know what you needed yourself.

"Yeah," you said, pushing yourself off the hood of the car. "Let’s go."

The two of you didn’t have a set destination. You never really did when it came to Jack. He wasn’t about planning, and somehow, that made everything feel a little more thrilling. He pulled out of your quiet suburban neighborhood, the low hum of the tires on the road accompanying the soft music playing from the radio.

"Think we’ll be back by sunrise?" you asked, your voice light with amusement, but also that quiet, giddy thrill that came with running away from everything.

Jack shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. 

"Who says we have to go back at all?"

You laughed softly, but the idea lingered in the back of your mind. Maybe Jack didn’t feel the pressure the way you did. Maybe he didn’t have the same worries about responsibilities and future decisions hanging over his head. You envied that about him sometimes. But there was also something freeing about being with him, about leaving it all behind, even if just for a few hours.

The town faded away, the bright lights replaced by the soft glow of moonlight as you drove down empty back roads, the windows rolled down, the air cooling your skin.

"So, what’s the plan?" you asked, turning your head toward him as he navigated the winding road. "What are we running away from this time?"

Jack gave you a sideways glance, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. "Not running away," he said softly. "Just... escaping. For a little while."

You were quiet for a moment, letting his words settle in. There was something about the way he said it—so simply, so effortlessly—that made everything feel like it would be okay. Like the world outside this little bubble of time you were creating didn’t matter.

"So close your eyes," Jack added, almost like he was reading your mind. "We’ll escape this town for a little while. No one can stop us."

You didn’t hesitate. You closed your eyes, just for a second, and let the rhythm of the truck’s engine, the cool breeze, and Jack’s presence wash over you. It wasn’t about where you were going—it was about being with him, leaving the small things behind, even if just for the moment.

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

The night was still young, but it was already the kind of evening where the world seemed to quiet down. The sound of cicadas hummed lazily in the background, and the cool, crisp air of late summer hung around like a promise of change. You were sitting on the porch of your apartment, your feet tucked up underneath you as you leaned against the railing, watching the stars blink lazily in the dark sky above.

It had been one of those week, busy, hectic, filled with things that you had to do rather than the things you wanted to do. Work, friends, family, social obligations. Sometimes it felt like there wasn’t a moment for yourself, let alone a moment with Jack.

But tonight was different.

You glanced at your phone, checking the time for what felt like the hundredth time. Jack had texted you earlier, promising he’d be over soon. And now, as the minutes stretched on, your anticipation only grew.

Just as you were about to head inside, your phone buzzed with a new message.

Jack: "I’m here, just pulled up."

You smiled to yourself, already feeling that familiar excitement bubble up inside you. Jack was the kind of guy who always knew how to make things feel effortless. Even when life got chaotic, when schedules collided and time seemed to slip through your fingers, he always found a way to make sure you had your moments.

You grabbed your jacket from the chair beside you, stepping off the porch just as Jack’s truck rolled up to the curb. He parked, cut the engine, and hopped out with that same easy confidence that never failed to make your heart race.

“Hey,” you said softly as he approached, feeling the soft night breeze tug at your hair. Jack was wearing a hoodie and jeans, looking effortlessly casual yet impossibly cute.

“Hey,” Jack grinned, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. He immediately stepped forward, pulling you into a hug that felt like a quiet reassurance. His arms wrapped around you as if to say, I’m here, and everything else can wait. You breathed him in, his scent, the warmth of his skin, the feeling of home.

After a beat, he pulled away slightly, cupping your face in his hands. 

“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and tender, as if the rush of the world had quieted just for the two of you.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, the connection between you both undeniable.

Jack’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, his lips curling into a smile. 

“I was thinking,” he started, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “What if we got away? Just the two of us. Somewhere we can be alone.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat. You didn’t need him to say much else; you knew exactly what he meant. He was always so thoughtful, so aware of the small moments where you both could just step outside the chaos and into something that was just about the two of you.

You grinned, stepping back slightly to look him in the eyes. “

Somewhere we can be alone?” you repeated, a playful edge in your voice. “You really think you can get me to leave the city and have an adventure with you?”

Jack chuckled, his fingers brushing against yours. 

“You know I can,” he teased, his voice light. “All you have to do is say yes.”

You didn’t need much more convincing. 

“Alright, Romeo. Take me somewhere we can be alone.”

Jack’s smile widened, and without another word, he took your hand, leading you toward his truck. You could feel the weight of the world lifting as he opened the door for you, his hands gentle, as if everything in this moment was somehow sacred.

The ride was easy, the kind of drive that made you feel like the world was behind you and everything ahead was a little more exciting. The radio played quietly in the background, a mix of old songs and new tunes, the soft glow of the streetlights fading as Jack drove you both toward the outskirts of town.

You didn’t ask where you were going. It didn’t matter. With Jack, there was something freeing about letting go of control, about letting him lead you to a place where you could forget everything else.

You’ll never have to be alone, I love you and that's all I really know

It was one of those rare, quiet afternoons where time seemed to stretch, where the usual noise of the world quieted down, and all you could hear was the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat. You were curled up on the couch in Jack’s apartment, a soft blanket draped over your legs, while the faint sounds of an old playlist you both loved filled the room.

Jack was sitting beside you, his arm around your shoulders, a half-empty coffee cup in his hand. He hadn’t said much, but the comfort of his presence was enough. Sometimes, there was no need for words.

The week had been hectic, meetings, practices, and everything in between. Jack had a big game coming up, and you could see the exhaustion written on his face. But in these quiet moments, when the world outside was on pause, everything felt like it could wait. All that mattered was now.

You shifted slightly, your head finding its way to his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into a peaceful calm. His hand rested gently on your waist, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin.

"You know," Jack murmured after a while, his voice soft and warm, "sometimes I forget how much I love these quiet moments. Just us."

You smiled against his shirt, the weight of the words making your heart swell. You had always loved how easy it was to be with him, how, even in the rush of his busy life, he always found time for you.

"You say that now," you teased, glancing up at him with a playful smirk, "but wait until the next practice or game. You'll be back to your crazy, high-energy self."

Jack laughed, the sound of it filling your chest with warmth. 

"I guess you're right." He paused, then added, his tone shifting into something more sincere, "But even when everything’s moving fast, you're the one thing I know I can count on. I love you. And that's all I really know."

Your breath caught in your throat, his words landing like a soft touch against your soul. You lifted your head slightly to look at him, his brown eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

"You never have to be alone, you know that, right?" he added, his voice gentle but unwavering. "Not as long as I’m here."

There was something in the way he said it—like he meant every word, like he was offering you a promise. And in that moment, you knew with certainty that no matter what happened, no matter where life took you both, Jack would always be there.

You reached up to cup his face in your hands, studying the curve of his jaw, the warmth of his skin, the way his lips turned up ever so slightly when he looked at you. 

"I know," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I feel it every day. I love you, Jack."

He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart flutter in your chest. "I’m never going anywhere," he murmured, pulling you closer until his forehead was resting against yours. 

"You’ll never have to be alone."

The world outside continued to move, people rushing through their busy lives, their own challenges and struggles. But here, in this little bubble of calm, time seemed to stop. It was just the two of you, and that was enough.

"You’re my person, (Y/N)," Jack said, his words so quiet, so intimate. "And I’m yours."

You nodded, a slow smile forming as you wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself melt into the comfort of his embrace. 

"I know," you repeated softly, the words sinking deep into your heart. "And that’s all I really need."

For a long while, neither of you said anything more. You didn’t need to. The quiet moments, the stillness between you, were enough to convey everything that words couldn’t. And in the stillness of those moments, you knew that you were home.

As Jack gently kissed the top of your head, you realized that love didn’t have to be complicated. It didn’t have to be grand gestures or sweeping declarations. Sometimes, love was found in the quiet, in the little things, in the promise that no matter what, you’d always have each other.

And with Jack, you knew you would never have to be alone.

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[asterias-record-shop]

tempting little devil — (j.m.)

The summer before you get your dream job, you concluded you wanted to learn how to ride a horse. You had trouble finding the right person to teach you – until you accidentally ran into a horse trainer and ranch owner at the store while getting treats for your students before you left your job. It turned out that riding a horse wasn’t the only thing he could teach you.

You had big plans for your last day of school celebration with your students, especially because it would be your last year at the elementary school. Goodie bags had already been stocked to the brim with small toys and candies, and you gave them each a book wrapped in soft blue wrapping paper that made you think of them.

As you looked through the candy aisle, you sighed when you saw the last party pack of candy on the top shelf of the aisle. It was stupid for them to put the candy somewhere completely out of reach of any average sized person, so as you looked down at your heels that barely gave you about two inches, you started to balance yourself on one of the bottom shelves before a hand reached over you.

This wasn’t happening.

As the hand grabbed the bag of mixed candy that would surely give your students the perfect sugar high in your last class with them, you balanced yourself on the ground before turning around, about to snap at the person before the person outstretched the bag of candy toward you.

“Saw you havin’ trouble, doll,” he hummed, tilting his head. “Didn’t want you to fall down with those heels on.”

You paused, staring up at the man that seemed significantly older than you, wellbuilt and with slightly unkempt graying hair and beard, with scars on his right temple and on his neck as well. He was handsome, extremely so, with a dark maroon button down and some jeans with some work boots being covered by the cuffs.

“You alright doll?” He tilted his head, and his words finally snapped you out of the slight trance you were in.

“Sorry!” You quickly apologized, taking the bag of mixed candy. “Sorry, I just…” you laughed, shaking your head. How were you supposed to explain that you thought he was so attractive that you couldn’t stop looking at him? “I thought you were going to take it…”

He laughed loudly, shaking his head as he rose a brow. “You thought I was gonna take your candy bag? Trust me, doll, I don’t want the candy,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking over your cart. “Wow… throwin’ a party?”

You laughed sheepishly, nodding as you put down the bag of candy in your cart. “Yeah, I am… tomorrow is the last day of school and I have a big party planned for my students because I’m not going to continue teaching.”

The man hummed softly. “Oh? Why not?”

You shrugged. “Needed a change of scenery… and I got an offer to work at my dream job, so it really does work out… besides, I have the rest summer off now, so I can do something I’ve really been wanting to do!”

You weren’t sure what exactly came over you to tell him so much, but he didn’t seem bothered by it as he smiled slightly, nodding. “And what’s that doll?”

You giggled sheepishly — it wasn’t some big thing that would change the world or something. “I want to learn how to ride a horse.”

It was odd when you saw him smile slightly, nodding his head. “Well you’re in luck then, doll.”

A look of confusion formed on your face as you tilted your head slightly. “How so?”

“I used to be a horse trainer,” he said, pushing his hand into his back pocket and pulling out a folded leather wallet, opening it and slowly taking out a card. “Now I own a ranch about half an hour out of town. And I rode a bit in some rodeos.”

You laughed slightly, nodding. “I definitely did get lucky.” As you looked down at the call, you smiled when you saw his name. “Joel?”

“Mhm, that’s it doll,” his voice was slightly gravelly as your stomach began to twist at his words, and he offered his hand. “Joel Miller.”

“I-I’m Y/N,” you took his hand, swallowing as he shook firmly. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too, doll.” His lips stretched out into a smile, chuckling as he squeezed your hand slightly. “Need help reachin’ anythin’ else?”

A smile formed on your face as you swallowed slightly, nodding your head. “I’m probably gonna need help with the rest of the goodies.”

“Lead the way, darlin’,” he hummed, smiling as he put his hands in his thick Ariat jacket.

You turned, putting your hands on the cart and slowly pushing as he followed you. “Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it.”

He laughed slightly, shaking his head. “Trust me, darlin’, I don’t want you to fall tryin’ to climb up shelves and hurtin’ your pretty self.”

When summer came, you were at Joel’s ranch probably more than you’d like to admit. He invited you out to the ranch for dinner and horse lessons more times than you could count, and you basically fell in love with his dog Molly.

You learned that his daughter Sarah had left for a summer camp a week before you met him. She was a competitor in some sort of horse riding circuit that Joel introduced her to, and the summer camp was getting her ready for one of the competitions that she planned on competing in.

When you got to the ranch for what felt like the hundredth time ever, you slowly got out as Molly ran towards you. A giggle escaped your mouth as you lean down to cup her snout, wiping at your cheeks as she started to lick your cheek. You laughed as you stood up, humming as you made your way toward the arena where Joel was giving his horse Chestnut a lap around.

You were dressed in some flared jeans and a button down shirt that Joel had given you because you showed up in a tank top to help with the heat. When he saw you, his lips formed a slight smile as he walked toward you with Chestnut.

“Hey darlin’.”

“Hey,” you giggled as you walked toward him, tilting your head. Joel let the lead slowly slip out of his hand as he opened his arms for you to hug him, letting you press yourself into his large chest and tuck your face into his neck while you wrapped your arms around him. His chest was so warm and he smelled like pine, hay, and a slight tinge of sweat. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, doll,” he smiled back, humming softly as he pulled away and softly stroked your cheek. “How has your day been?”

“Good,” you leaned into his rough and warm hand, shrugging slightly.

“Nothin’ special?”

You paused, thinking with a slight purse of your lips. “Well… I got to see you,” your giggle makes him smile as you lean your cheek on his chest and continue to look up at him. “That’s special.”

“You’re makin’ me blush, darlin…” he mumbled as he softly tilted your head up with two of his fingers under your chin. “Seein’ you is the best part of my day, doll.”

You only hummed softly, tilting your head into his hand as you let your fingers rub against the soft fabric of his button down. “Is it?”

“Always,” he mumbled as he reached his hand up to hold your wrist, pulling your fingers to his lips and softly kissing your knuckles. “Why do you think I keep inviting you back?”

“Mmm, I don’t know…” You whisper, biting your lip. “Keep telling me why.”

“‘You’re such a lil’ devil,” he growled out as he leaned down just enough to graze his lips to yours. “A fine… tempting little devil.”

You giggled as you leaned up enough to softly kiss his lips with a soft hum, finally taking what you had been wanting as you pushed your hand into his hair and pulled him lower. Joel let out a loud groan as his hands held your hips and pulled you closer, pulling your body flush against his as you softly tugged on his hair.

His lips are rougher than you thought they would be, not that they were very chapped but more so how rough he was kissing you. Joel held your hips with rough hands in a strong grip, pulling your hips into his own as you lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes.

“J-Joel…” you whimpered softly, swallowing as you tilted your head back. “Please…”

“Oh darlin’, you ain’t gotta beg me for nothin’,” he murmured as he gave a firm tap to your ass, making you gasp as he kissed you again. “I gotta put Chestnut back in his stall. Go inside…” his hands firmly held your ass as he let his teeth graze your lips. “You know where my room is… you get in there and you get ready for me and I’ll make sure a pretty darlin’ like you feels the best you ever will.”

You nodded as you inhaled deeply, swallowing as you rubbed his chest. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he praised you with a soft kiss to your lips, moaning softly. “Such a good fuckin’ girl…”

You slowly pulled away, turning around to walk back in before his hand pulled you back to kiss your lips again. He was already addicted as you cupped his face, moaning into his mouth as he leaned forward enough to make you lean back and his grip get stronger to support you. He tasted like mint and apples, the first from brushing his teeth and the second from stealing a piece from what he fed to the horses.

“God fuck, darlin’, you’re just irresistable,” he murmured against your lips, letting his fingers thread through your hair as he trailed his fingers down the side of your neck to trace the collar of your- his button down. “You know how irresistible you are?”

“I’m findin’ out,” you mumble back, shaking your head slightly as you tilted your head slightly for him to push his fingers down between the buttons of the shirt you wore. “Go. I’ll be inside.”

“I may have to take a shower,” he whispers, shaking his head. “Think I stink.”

“Maybe a little bit,” you mumbled back in response, but then you shrugged slightly. “I can… take a shower with you… if you want.”

“As much as that tempts me,” he let his hands leave your body with a soft groan, shaking his head. “I wanna fuck you properly… I wanna watch your hands tug against my grip and hold the bed sheets so damn tight that your knuckles cramp up… I wanna hear the bed bangin’ against the damn wall as you make fuckin’ perfect noises under me.”

Just his words made your stomach twist and turn, squeezing your thighs together as you tried to control how fucking horny he was making you. You nodded as he firmly squeezed your ass, biting his lip as he nodded to you. “Go.”

His words were an order as you turned around, your fingers still on your lips that were tingling slightly from how rough he was kissing you, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it as you walked up the porch that wrapped all around the house that you fell in love with. You had gotten Joel to put furniture and such around where the two of you had spent nights staring out at the sunset with Molly sitting between the both of you.

As you walked inside, you tried to move around Molly to get upstairs to his room, groaning softly as you went up the stairs.

“Oh Molly… don’t do that, come on Molly, go downstairs! Go! Go Molly, go!” You tried to encourage the large, almost toasted marshmallow looking dog.

She just stares at you, her muzzle wide and smiling at you as she barks up at you.

“Molly! Baby! Go!”

She whines softly as you rub between her ears making her smile again, barking before running off down the stairs. You walked into Joel’s room, smiling at the horse pictures and illustrations around the room. It was obvious that Joel didn’t do this himself, and when you saw the picture of him and his daughter, you couldn’t help but smile as you grabbed the picture and softly stroked the glass.

He looked so happy.

You slowly put the picture done before you kicked off your boots and laid back against the bed. You let your hands slowly unbutton your shirt as you arched your back and slowly lifted your chest to take off Joel’s shirt before unclasping your bra behind your back. It was possible to take it off, but you don’t, staring up at the ceiling as you let your fingers trail over your stomach.

The thought of them being Joel’s fingers make your stomach twist as you rut your hips into the air with a slight whine. You were so desperate, moaning as you let your fingers slowly unbutton your pants and lifting up your hips to slowly slide them down your thighs. At the feeling of the cold air hitting the wet spot on your panties, you gasped, groaning as you tilted your head back and let your fingers push down between your thighs and rub your cunt through the fabric that covered your heat.

You were so caught up in that feeling, distracted from the fact that the door slowly opened, Joel merely covered by a towel wrapped around his waist. He came in front of the bed, slotting himself between your parted legs as he dropped down to his knees, carefully trying not to kneel on your clothes. He pushed himself between your legs, a gasp escaping your lips as you felt his hands slowly wrap around your thighs and pull them over his shoulders.

“J-Joel-!” You gasped as your hands moved to the back of his head, inhaling shakily as his nose drags up your slit, groaning softly.

“Goodness… you’re so fuckin’ irresistible, you know that?” He groaned in between your thighs, letting his fingers hook through the soft violet fabric, slipping it to the side. “Goodness… how did I not do this earlier?”

“Joel wait-”

Your words go completely ignored as he opens his mouth widely, letting his wet tongue slather saliva all over your dripping cunt. The feeling makes you squeal, hips rutting up into the air as his large hands pull your body lower to keep your body close to his mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ good…”

You don’t even fight back, groaning as you threw your head back and tried to prevent your thighs from tightening too much around his head as they quivered. One of his hands moved his fingers from your thighs, letting them drag up and down your slit lazily as he let his spit lather all over your clit. He lets his tongue point and flick against your clit, his fingers rubbing against your entrance as he let his mouth open widely and groan into your sex.

The feeling made your eyes roll back as you pulled him further into you, groaning as your back arched and you attempted to keep him as close as you could to your cunt. When his fingers pushed into you it felt like you lost your mind, finally looking down at him to see his eyes closed as he let his tongue trail all along your entire sex.

“Fuck, you taste so good, darlin’,” he groaned, letting his fingers languidly push in and out as he let his tongue flick against your clit again. The feeling of his tongue against your clit made you whine as you fixed his face in between your thighs, his nose brushing against your skin as he began to suck at the sensitive bud.

You started to squirm, desperately trying to keep his mouth on you as you groaned loudly. When his fingers got faster, you began to whine, moaning loudly as you let your hips roll onto his digits, whimpering as they got rougher.

Your stomach began to twist and turn into knots, incoherent noises coming from your mouth as his tongue dragged from your clit to where his fingers were, his other hand coming down to rub your clit with his thumb. The feeling was so close, so so close as you continued to rock your hips, moaning.

As his digits began to scissor and flex inside of you, your eyes rolled back, unable to control the convulsing of your stomach as you moaned loudly and felt your high inch closer. His tongue flicked against your entrance, rolling his fingers inside of you as your hips began to rut unconsciously into his fingers, a soft sob escaping your lips.

When the knot in your stomach finally snapped, you sobbed even louder as you bucked your hips repeatedly, groaning as you tugged on his hair. Joel groaned into your cunt, his tongue flattening to lick the entirety of your cum off of your pretty pussy.

Your hips continued to buck as you moaned, panting as you softly stroked his hair, watching as he slowly rose up and let his towel fall to the ground. You weren’t sure if the soft curls of chest hair stuck to his body was from sweat or the shower, moaning as he pulled your legs around his waist and hiked them onto his hips.

“Got damn, pretty girl,” he mumbled softly as he kissed your lips, his mouth soft against yours and his hand stroking your cheek as the other guided his blunt cock tip against your entrance. You whined, his tip much thicker than his fingers were, moaning as you bucked your hips forward, gasping as he pushed into you. This was not something that you would’ve expected to happen today, being dicked down by a man who had been teaching you how to ride horses for the past two months.

But for fucks sake, you really did want to show him how well you had learned to ride.

“Darlin’,” you felt his fingers softly flick at your cheek, gasping as you quickly looked up at him. “Where’s your head at?”

“J-Just…” you gasped as he began to roll his hips, kissing your cheek softly as he puckered his lips to your skin. “Th-Thinkin’... about putting my riding skills to use.”

Your words made him pause as he laughed slightly, groaning as he pulled your pelvis into his, twisting making you scream out. To steady yourself, you immediately placed your hands on his chest, groaning loudly as he let you sink down onto his cock.

“Do it then,” he urged you, biting his lip as his large, rough hands spread over the expanse of your thighs, holding them like he was holding the reins of a horse. “Show me your ridin’ skills.”

Your eyes rolled back as he slowly helped you roll your hips, a loud groan falling from his lips as he bent his knees to help raise you just a little bit. The added height made you gasp loudly, your fingers spreading across his chest as you slowly lifted yourself up by raising your hips on your knees, throwing your head back.

“There you go my pretty cowgirl, ride my cock,” he groaned out, languidly thrusting his hips upward to assist you as though you were riding the back of a bucking mustang. “Fuckin’ hell, cowgirl…”

He groaned out, words drawled as your toes curled, his thick cock hitting all of those perfect spots inside of you. Your spongy walls clamped down on him so tightly that he could barely pull you off of his cock, resulting in pathetic rolls of your hips to get his hard cock to press deeper into you.

“C’mon, you can do better than that, cowgirl,” he groaned out, throwing his head back as he fixed himself underneath you, finally bucking his hips fully into you. “I taught you better than that.”

You yelled out as his thrusts picked up speed and strength, knocking you forward as you yelled out into his neck. “J-Joel-!”

“Hush,” he groaned into your neck, his hand traveling from your thigh to your ass to pull your hips lower into his. “Just let me use your perfect fuckin’ pussy…”

You choked as you held his shoulders tightly, groaning mindlessly as he continued to buck up into you, panting as he groaned into your ear. “J-Joel, wait-!”

You weren’t sure what you were begging him to wait for. This was something that you wanted for so long, to feel his thick cock inside of you and his hands on your body, his mouth sucking what felt like hundreds of hickeys along your neck as he kept you down against him. His hands held your ass, hips thrusting into you as you eagerly chased after your high with pathetic bounces in his lap.

“God fuck, darlin’, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he moaned out, throwing his head back as his hands tighten on the fat of your ass. “Tryin’ not to fill your perfect pussy up with cum and keepin’ my cock in you so you feel so fuckin’ full…”

Your mind blurred at his words, his proposal so infinitely tempting that you felt your hips speed up, rocking into his at an unforgiving pace, so quick that it made your stomach twist and your mouth open to let out all the incoherent noises to show how much pleasure he was causing you.

Moans of his name and screams of pleasure came from your mouth, soon enough getting to the point where your eyes rolled back into your head and incoherent groans of pleasure continuously fell from your mouth with what seemed like no end.

You felt used in the best way possible, the inability to even move or rut your hips but Joel taking over in every way possible – ruting up into you, guiding your hips with a strong hand on your hip, his mouth sucking hickeys against any inch of skin he can get to, and his other hand groping and massaging your tit was making your mind blur.

You felt your stomach start to twist, whining as his thrusts got more inconsistent, never missing that spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

“Fuckin’ hell, darlin’, I’m going to cum.”

You could only nod desperately, shaky hands holding his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin.

“Beg for it,” he could barely get out his words, clenching his teeth together as he held back cumming there and then from the feeling of your nails digging into his skin. “Beg for me to cum inside of you.”

You whined, shaking your head. How could you say what he wanted you to say when you could barely speak?

“Say it,” he slapped your ass, a yelp falling from your lips as you finally came back to earth. “Speak.”

“I-I want it!” You sobbed, the desperateness of your orgasm finally processing. “I want to cum, I want you to cum inside of me-!”

That was all that he needed to let himself thrust into you sporadically, never controlling himself as he groaned into your neck, finally letting himself cum. You sobbed as you felt his cum spurt inside of you, moaning loudly as you threw your head back and giving him the perfect opportunity to tuck his head into your throat and kiss at your neck.

You groaned loudly as you came from the thrusts that got him through his high, his cum spurting into you being the final push to make you cum.

Your mind was blurry and spinning, sighing softly as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

He kissed your hair, humming as he kissed down your temple and to your lips. “I love you too, darlin’. And I guess I just figured out that you need no help ridin’ me.”

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[tiyanasfantasy]

He’s Mine ❦.

wussupp 😼!

i’m bored and i was watching this tiktok and it had this sound and i wanted to write something for it soo, yea

im still getting used to writing again so don’t expect nothing too good, ALSO TY FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST POST 🥹!

i jus wan 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽..

EREN x Blackfem!Reader ❦.

Warnings: Language, not proofread,Yall a lil toxic,

enjoy ❦.

you and connie broke up everyday, this was nothing new.

y’all had got into an argument today because some girl had responded to his story on instagram saying “#NeedThat” and this boy thought it was funny and started entertaining it, even tho he was mostly trolling and you and him both know he’d never cheat it still made you mad cause… wtfk??

“bro yn you overreacting, you know ion want that btc, you actin like i was asking her on a date or sum shii, ian even say nothing that indicated i wanted her.” he said while he was waving the phone around in your face trying to show you he had blocked her.

“ion gaf bout you blocking her, why tfk you texting her back and entertaining her anyways?? you know how embarrassing ts is for me?”

eren lowk knew he was wrong and that he should just give in and tell you he’s sorry, but the nga so stubborn and sassy that he just had to win the argument.

“you know what yn, ionc no more you wanna be mad, be mad, im tired of yo shii.”

he walked over to the dresser and put on a shirt, then grabbed his keys and started walking towards the front door.

“so you just leaving ? like you always do when you know you wrong, it’s not that fucking hard to apologize instead of acting like a lil btc about it.”

one thing about eren, he don’t play that b wrd shii.

he turned around and looked at you (he was muggin real hard 2)

“bro, keep running yo fkin mouth, see what happen” idk who he was feelin like, but he was pointing all in yo face n shii.

“boy you better gtf outta my face”

he scoffed and started walking to the door again, before he left out he said “we done” you rolled your eyes and said “type shii”

like i said before, this wasn’t nothing new. you knew he was gone be back in the next 24 hours (or less)

time skip: 4 hours later, it’s 8:30.

eren was at a party (hoin, ofc) and you seen on his story that he out was showin out?? he had girls dancing all on him and shii, ouu girll.

so ofc, you bein you, had to show him how to really act bad. you fixed yo hair, made sure the lace was melted honey, did yo makeup and got dressed, you called sasha, mikasa, zar, and jatavia and told them what the move was.

when yall got to the party, first thing you see, this ho ass boy getting twerked on, you ain’t really care tho, he wasn’t really touching her so you didn’t mind that bad, but that was still yo nga so it pyo a little bit, but once again, you bein you, you went yo to jean and started throwin downnn.

Jatavia started laughing “Girl he gone getcho lil ass” “he doin the the shit, idc.”

girl lemme tell you, when eren looked up and seen ts he was ready to crash out damn near, but him, bein the sassy lil princess he is, had to 1 up you.

he grabbed this this girl byyyy her neck and kissed her??? not only that he was making eye contact with you while he did it.

then then he pulled away from the kiss and lead the ho out the door ..

ts blew yo whole mood, but you didn’t let it show ofc, you left the party like 20 mins later tho.

the next day

you were getting ready to go to another party ony was throwing, you and Jatavia were getting ready to meet sasha, mikasa, and zar there.

15 minutes later yall get there, yall having a good time, you really only went out tn to get yesterdays events out of your head.

sure yall not together “technically” and eren could do what he wanted but that’s wasn’t the point. it’s the principle of the situation.

after dancing for a bit you went into the kitchen to get something to drink, when you walked in you seen Eren, Armin, Connie, Ony, and Jean passing the splif around.

“hey yn” connie said nodding his head up at you smirking as he looked back and forth between you and eren.

“don’t piss me off rn” you said while you were digging through the fridge. “ony where all yo good drinks at damn?” you pulled a capri sun out then leaned again the fridge.

“fuck is you staring at” you looked at eren and mugged him when you seen him staring at you.

“i’m sorry ma, you straight?” you rolled your eyes “you kissed that ho infront me and everybody else, then proceeded to take the bitch hand and go somewhere and fuck her? you dead to me.”

Ony, Armin, Jean and Connie was sitting there being messy sayin shii like “he said her shii was trash” “he miss you tho” “ok but he diddd say sorry”

“first off” he walked in front of you, leaning on the island.

“i didn’t touch her, i was just doin that to get a reaction out of you, then you was twerking on jean??”

“only cause you was letting that bitch twerk on you”

as you were talking, that same lil ho walked into the kitchen.

“girl you just mad i took yo nga, everytime yall into it he be with me, beating shii down.” she stood next to eren and crossed her arms, you looked at him with that “dpmo” look then back at her.

“ma, she lyin i swear, only thing i ever did with her was kiss, and i only did it once, which was yesterday.” eren said while moving away from her and going next to you.

the girl rolled her eyes “you just gone sit there and lie?, tell her the truth.”

(this story alr corny but here come the cornier part 😂)

before eren could defend himself you spoke up…

“He might be doing you, but he's thinkin' about me so, baby, think about another lover, and go find another brother”

then here go connie “Period sis, clock it.”

the girl rolled her eyes “girl boo, that’s not yo nga. he fa me.”

“I know he's my man, he's all in my hands, It feels good when he calls my name, Don't you wish you had the same? Feeling disgust working your stuff 'Til he thinks about mine, Now he's feeling real high, You ask why? cause he's mine.”

she was getting a lil mad too, then connie and them in the back being messy tb “she clocking you boo” lil sassy tails. then eren just sitting there laughing at them.

“that’s not what he saying last not tho. “ooo to shii so fye, the bets i ever had.” he love me suh, i love him too.” she said with a petty smile on her face.

erens eyes widen at this, this was really delusional?? “nihh wtfk?? on everything i love i wasn’t witchu last night, after i took you outside i got in my car, by myself, and went to connie shii.”

“Tell you something that just ain't cool, Never fall in love with a man who don't love you, oh, I wouldn't waste my time telling you something wrong,You've been with him one night, and now he's coming home.”

connie:”I know that’s right”

He's mine, you may have had him once, But I got him all the time, Went out on a date, wasn't out too late, Took you to a room, and you gave it up too soon, Played you like a trick 'cause you let him hit, Now he's coming home to a lover that is strong, I got all his love, baby, don't try to take it, You wanted a piece, you were mistaken, 'Cause he belongs to me, Baby, can't you see?

eren pulled in you for a kiss making eye contact with the girl, “i’m sorry ma, shoulda never did that. i love you.” the girl shook her head and walked away.

“you fucked her eren?” he sucked his teeth “you know ian fuck her, this to dck, i promise ian touch her.”

you looked up at him, you know he didn’t do nothing with her. you pecked his lips.

“let’s go home.”

YALL this so cornyyy wtf 😭… also i rushed the end cause i got bored + i ran out of ideas so sorry if it seemed rushed or youn like it .

but ty for reading!

gimme some requests on some songs yall wanttt !!

bye bye

kisses 💋. gn ilyy ❦.

[via-l0ve]

could you right a fluffy drabble with Ponyboy hosting a chaotic sleepover with greaser gang anf fem! reader please ? ;000 reader is hinted to have romantic feelings for Dally

a/n: i love these types of requests! i did a short prompt at the beginning and then i popped some headcannons at the end. i hope you enjoy :) i was giggling writing this lol.

warnings: swearing

Sleepover (Gang hc’s + slightly romantic Dallas!)

“hey! hey y/n!” You turn around and see Ponyboy running over to you. School had just been let out and you were headed back home.

“hey Pony, what’s up?” you smiled at him as he finally caught up to you. His hair was messy from the slight windy weather in Tusla; he combed it back with his fingers. He gave you a small grin.

“I’m throwin’ a slumber party tonight at my house! you gotta come y/n, it’s gonna be so fun! besides, you’re the life of the party, wouldn’t be as fun without ya.” he smiled, obviously excited as he explained at all to you.

“sure, pone i’d love to. what time? the whole gang gonna be there?” you asked, smiling at him.

he nodded. “yep, all of the guys and I. around six probably, think we’re gonna order pizza or something.” he shrugged.

“all of the guys?” i blushed a little. “i mean.. even dallas?” i asked, trying to play it off as if it was nonchalant

he rolled his eyes playfully. “yeah, y/n. even Dallas.” he smirked.

“so you’ll be there?” he asked with a smile.

“wouldn’t miss it for the world.” you responded, smiling at him

“good! it’ll be fun!” he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze and left, leaving you to go home and pack a bag.

Once you get to the house chaos endures

All of the guys are crowded around the table, playing cards and betting their money on stupid bets that Two-Bit and Darry win constantly

“i’m losin’ all my goddamn money cus’ of ya!”

“sorry Steve, not my fault you suck at rummy.”

*throws all of the cards.*

after losing all of their money, everyone decides to make some food (despite literally having ZERO idea how to cook!)

It eventually breaks off into a bake off between

Y/n, Dallas, Johnny, Ponyboy

Steve, Two-Bit, Darry and Soda

Darry was dragged into this and since he knows how to cook somewhat you and dallas were cussing and so competitive because “they can’t have a good one on their team!! ADVANTAGE!!”

So you paired darry with the worst trio imaginable

The kitchen catches on fire because Two-Bit dropped some grease on the stove and everyone started screaming and Steve grabbed a towel and threw it on top of the flame to suffocate it and then the towel got CHARRED and darry had to unleash half of the fire extinguisher onto the stove.

Dallas grabbed you and literally yanked you to the other room bc god forbid you get hurt

darry to two-bit afterwards:

everyone had to take a break after that.

anyways, Two-Bit got banned and became the judge after the small fire and you guys continued to make food.

Ponyboy mistook the salt for sugar and Dallas smacked him on the head after he realized and it was too late because Johnny already mixed it in and you just looked scared bc how tf were you supposed to win now

Little did you know that sodapop and steve literally forgot to put eggs in?? and Darry didn’t catch them??

But anyways Two-bit absolutely GOBBLES up the cookies you guys made and then immediately spits it out because of the overwhelming amount of salt

And he can’t even eat the other cookies because wtf is that

After cleaning up and being very aware of the stove, you all move into the living room and ponyboy goes

“guys i got you all gifts.”

AND THIS MF PULLS OUT MATCHING PJS :(

The entire gang is going 👁️👄👁️

meanwhile you’re literally

“that’s so fucking cute.”

let’s be honest they prolly look like this:

Two bit def wanted the dress

Dallas, steve and darry were all very adamant to not wear any of them

You easily convinced Dallas

“please? we’d all look so good.”

“…fine, y/n/n.”

awww he loves you

sodapop also definitely wore one of the dresses and steve wore the footie pj’s and they matched

you guys went to the DX all dolled up in your matching pj’s and you bought a ton of shit like candy bars and cigarettes and beer and energy drinks

you guys go back home and decide to call three different pizza places and see who can deliver the fastest

(no one thought of the outcome of having like 10 fucking pizzas to eat)

but anyways Pizza Hut was the fastest

Dallas dared steve that he couldn’t chug a beer and eat four pizza slices in four minutes

he did it and the outcome was dallas losing five bucks and steve spending an hour in the bathroom frantically yelling “IM DYING!”

Johnny wants to watch a movie and is indecisive and eventually gets all the boys arguing about what to watch so you and Dallas sit back and eat your candy and watch them all scream and argue over which shrek movie was better (Two-Bit is FRANTICALLY arguing that the third one is superior.)

after they decide on a movie and steve emerges from the bathroom, you pull out facemasks and force everyone to do them with you

you sit on dallas’ lap to put it on him and he’s lowkey blushing and loving your touch but he’s too tough he won’t say anything

but he’s literally looking at you like ���

you didn’t tell the guys that the masks were peel offs and you got to watch them all go through the five stages of grief as they ripped the masks off

ponyboy is SCREAMING

literally flabbergasted

Steve is begging sodapop to take it off for him because “it hurts less when someone else does it.”

Two-bit can barley breathe because he’s laughing so hard

Darry is js grunting and i feel like he peeled his off before it even dried so now his fingers are sticky and he’s having a fit

Johnny is the quietest one but he got some in his eyebrow and the YELP he let out when he YANKED IT

Dallas is literally labor breathing “hee-hoo hee-hoo.” lookin ass

you’re literally dying because wtf is happening

after the boys go through their traumatic experience, you all cuddle up and watch your movie.

Darry is the first one to fall asleep and Dallas and you gang up to draw on his face

someone totally drew a dick on Darry’s poor face and when he wakes up and sees this huge weiner drawn on his face he is going to murder

Johnny is out next and he gets the whole treatment of face drawings

i feel like when ponyboy falls asleep steve pours water on his face and he wakes up like moms when their kids wake them up for a drink of water

terrifying.

Two-bit is drunk off his ass bro💀💀 someone get this kid a tranquilizer bc holy fuck

at like 2am he’s talking some shit about interdimensional aliens and it’s lowkey scary

someone put him down.

Steve clocks out and he’s using sodas face as a pillow and sodapop is just enduring it.

Eventually only you and dallas are left and you guys are sitting next to eachother

you pass out and unconsciously cuddle into him and he literally melts

he wraps his arms around you and puts his chin on ur head and passes out

the gang def takes pics of you guys all snuggled up when they wake up

[ageofbarbarians]

Birthday Surprise // D.R.W & J.T.K

AgeOfBarbarians

A/N: not my best writing but it’s been a minute

Summary: title says it all hehe

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! Choking, Foreplay, Alcohol Consumption, Unprotected Sex, Threesome, Blindfold, Whipping, Choking, Name Calling, Squirting, Slight Edging and Over Stimulation.

Word Count: 4.5K

M A S T E R L I S T

“Come on get ready.” Danny appeared in the bedroom and you looked up at him from the bed. He was in all black; suit pants, a buttoned shirt with the top three buttons undone, and some black leather shoes. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment. You had seen Danny dressed up on multiple occasions but this look of his was something that sent a fire through you. “Where are we going?” You asked. You couldn’t keep your eyes from his toned chest, and he knew.

“My eyes are up here doll,” He smirked before he continued on.

“We’re going out to dinner. There’s a dress on the back of the bathroom door and your shoes are set out already. I’ll be downstairs.” Danny went to go leave the bedroom but you whined.

“But it’s my birthday, I thought we were staying in?”

“I wanna treat my pretty girl,” Danny paused as he walked towards you. He gently placed his thumb under your chin and lifted your head before placing a tender kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into his touch. You couldn’t help the butterflies that filled your stomach, but the heat that took over your core was a feeling you were so used to from anything Danny did.

“I have a surprise for you later. Can I make my baby feel good?” He pulled away only an inch as he stared into your eyes. You knew the question was innocent since he just wanted to make your birthday special, but you couldn’t help but think of it another way.

“Okay,” you nodded slightly before shuffling off the bed and making your way to the bathroom. Danny went downstairs and left you to get ready. You closed the bathroom door and there was a black satin dress that had a slit up the leg. It wasn’t too short, but it wasn’t super long either and it happened to match him perfectly, which you had assumed was his plan.

You quickly straightened your hair and did some light makeup so he wouldn’t be waiting on you downstairs for a long time. You stopped in front of the front door and slipped on your heels. Danny appeared behind you as he rested his hands on your hips. You stood up straight and smoothed your hands over the black material.

“I knew this dress was gonna make your ass look great. I can’t wait to take it off of you later.” His voice was low as he whispered in your ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice and it sent a chill through your body.

“Ready?” He smiled as if he wasn’t hinting at what was to come later as the words had never even left his lips.

“Yeah,” you let out a shaky breath and wrapped your arm around his. He lead you out to the car and being the gentleman he is, he opened the door. The two of you walked out to the car and Danny rushed in front of you to open the door. 

"After you, my love."

***

“Thank you for dinner baby,” you smiled up at Danny as he walked the two of you inside. You were a little unsteady on your feet from the few drinks that you had at dinner. Danny had told you to let loose since it was your birthday after all and you never really drank much anymore, but sometimes you wanted to have a good time with some alcohol in your system.

“Of course angel, anything for you.” Danny pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he unlocked the door. You heard the familiar click and he pushed it open, allowing you to step in first.

“God these heels are killing my feet,” you leaned against the wall to start to unbuckle the clasp in your shoes.

“Want a massage?” Danny dipped below you and started to undo the clasps for you. You nodded your head and held onto his shoulder for support as he helped you out of the tall shoes.

When he had finally slipped the other one off of your foot you didn’t even have time to fully touch the ground before he was throwing you over your shoulder. The swift movements and the mixture of your drinks sent you into a fit of giggles. You hadn’t even realized that Danny had carried you upstairs until your back was hitting the plush material of your bed. The room was spinning slightly so you closed your eyes and tried your best to relax.

Danny began rubbing your feet in the places he figured would hurt most from wearing those god-forsaken heels. He hummed quietly to himself and you could feel yourself sinking further into the bed, yet, you weren’t tired. If anything, you could feel the arousal pooling between your legs, wanting nothing more than just to have Danny between your thighs, lapping at every last drop of you.

“Feel that good?” Danny chuckled, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hm?” You sat up and looked up at him, your eyes feeling somewhat heavy. “You moaned. I’m assuming it feels good?” Danny raised a brow at you. You could feel your cheeks grow hot and you couldn’t help but nod.

“Are you lying to me?”

Yes. “No.” You shook your head but he could see right through you. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Danny questioned. He continued to rub your feet but his movements ever so slowly moved up to your legs, just barely reaching the place you needed him most.

“You.” You let out a breathy sigh.

“Me?” You could hear the smirk in Danny’s voice without even needing to look at him.

“Danny, please,” you whined. You were so desperate for more of his touch. You were most days but the alcohol traveling through you made the want for him even stronger.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl. Use your words, don’t make me guess.” Danny shook his head before he started pressing soft kisses along your thighs, looking up at you through his lashes.

“I need you to touch me,” You whimpered, shifting under his touch.

“I am touching you, darling. What else?” He continued to tease. You hated having to say it out loud when he knew exactly what you wanted.

“Fuck, Danny, I want your mouth, for you to fuck me, just something.” You looked down at him, annoyance coating your tone. He smirked at you and slowly nodded his head.

“So she does know what she wants.” Was all he said before had pulled at the lace panties that were pressed against your skin and ripped them without a second thought. Any other time you would’ve said something but there was something so nice about the sting against your skin.

Danny took no time throwing your legs over his shoulders and immediately started sucking on your clit. Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered closed as soft moans slipped past your lips. You could feel the familiar build in your lower stomach and you knew it would take you no time at all to come undone around him.

“M-more, please,” you rushed out. Danny obliged as he slid two of his fingers past your entrance, immediately curving them upwards. Your back arched off the bed as he moved in and out of your dripping core. The mixture of his fingers and his mouth were a feeling you wish you could have last a lifetime. You could feel yourself clenching around Danny and he knew you were close. He continued to devour every part of you with the pace of his fingers never changing. Your moans grew louder and your breaths quickened, your head becoming dizzy.

“Danny,” your brows knitted together as you looked down at the explicit scene below you.

“Cum for me baby,” Danny smiled down at you as he watched your face contort with pleasure, one of his favorite things to do. His thumb replaced his mouth against your clit, rubbing quick circles against your most sensitive place. You could feel your legs shake beneath his touch and you knew this wouldn’t be the first orgasm of the night. Vulgar words left your mouth as you convulsed under him, never wanting the high to go away.

Slowly, the euphoria died down and your breathing was labored as you started to come down. You felt Danny’s lips connected with your neck as his fingers continued to slowly work in and out of you.

“You’ve been so good for me, what else do you want baby?” Danny cooed. “This isn’t about you, it’s my birthday, but if you really want to know,” you paused breathlessly, trying to muster the courage to voice the thoughts that were going through your mind.

“I need you to fuck me until my hips are bruised,” you challenged. Danny stopped for a second and you swore you could hear a quiet whine from him. He removed his lips from your neck and gave you a serious look.

“Are you sure?” He asked cautiously. You nodded your head without a second thought, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

“Positive.” You assured him. Danny kissed you with more hunger than he ever had before and you whined against his lips. He shifted above you, never once breaking the kiss. You could hear the metal from his belt and the sound made your heart flutter.

“Can we use it?” You pulled away slightly breathless, eyeing him for an answer. He looked at you, his eyes going to a completely different shade. He didn’t give you an answer but the action of him flipping you over was enough. You looked him over your shoulder, biting your lip as you could feel the anticipation growing. Danny quickly slid off his dress pants and ripped his shirt, buttons flying in every which direction across the room. He slowly dragged the leather belt across your back and over the swell of your ass. Goosebumps rose across your skin as his movements were slow and taunting. The sound of the leather cracking against your skin processed a split second before the sting. You let out a moan and you could hear Danny let out a low laugh from behind you. He slid the leather down your thighs before pressing his clothes cock against your core. You could feel his length perfectly, making you want him more than you already did.

“Danny, just fuck me already,” You begged, not even caring how desperate you sounded. His free hand tangled in your hair and he pulled back on the roots.

“Ask nicely and maybe I’ll consider it.” He whispered in your ear before he bit your ear lobe.

“Danny-“

“What did I say?” He hummed, not letting you protest.

“Fuck me, please. Treat me like the whore I am,” Your words came out before you could even process what you were saying.

“If it’s too much, tell me.” He whispered in your ear before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You didn’t have time to respond as he slowly slid into you. Your jaw went slack and your eyes fluttered closed again.

Danny pulled back slowly before sending a sharp thrust forward causing you to grip the sheets slightly. He repeated his movements before his thrusts quickened, pounding into you at a brutal pace. Your moans were loud as they echoed off the walls. You felt another hit from the leather hit your skin, the sting turning into a feeling of pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, harder,” You gasped. Danny hit you again just harder this time. You felt a sinister smile creep onto your lips as he hit you once more. You could feel the slight burn from the material and you knew there would be marks to be remembered in the morning, but something about it made it that much more arousing.

“So fucking good for me,” Danny grunted from behind you. He let go of the belt and you felt his fingertips dig into your sides. His grip was tight as he pulled you back against him, making the contact harder than it was previously. Your chest was pressed against the mattress while your hips were still in the air, face digging into the comforter below. You could feel tears brimming your eyes from the way he fucked into you, his pace never letting up.

“Who owns this pretty cunt? Hm?” Danny leaned down over you, pushing a kiss to your shoulder blade. You just let out a moan that turned into a whimper but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Answer me. Who owns. This cunt.” Danny’s voice was rough in your ear. His fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your head back so it was next to his.

“You do, fuck,” you gasped as he sent a particularly sharp thrust into you. Danny captured your lips in a rough kiss, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your mouth. You could feel the heat in your stomach growing stronger for the angle he was hitting inside of you.

Danny’s pace slowed drastically. His thrusts were deep, bottoming out every time after he had pulled back. His grip on your hair loosened but moved to wrap it around your throat. A sinister smile appeared across your face. “My favorite necklace,” you hummed to yourself. You could hear a small whimper from Danny.

“Can I ride you? Please?” You sighed.

“Because you asked so nicely,” Danny squeezed your throat for a split second before removing his hand. He trailed a line of kisses down your spine and pulled out of you slowly. You whined from the loss of contact but eagerness filled your body, desperate to have every inch of him inside of you.

Danny adjusted himself against the headboard and you wasted no time lining him up with your entrance. You sank down onto him slowly, teasing him but in a way teasing yourself. You leaned your head back as you slowly started to move your hips against him, earning a small groan from the man below you.

"Fuck, you always feel so good around me," Danny's hands rested on your hips as your movements sped up. Your eyes rolled back and you let out small whimpers as your hand traveled down your chest, stomach, and to your clit. You rubbed quick circles as you rode him, not evening caring about your pace. Danny's hands tightened and he couldn't help himself before he started thrusting his hips upwards at a brutal pace. You fell forward slightly, your hands now resting on his chest to steady yourself as much as you could.

"Shit, Danny, I'm-"

"I know baby," Danny cut you off as he sped up his pace (as if it was even possible).

You let out a few whines before you came undone around him without any warning. Your vision was hazy and you could feel your body shake. Danny never slowed his movements as he rode you through your high. It didn't take long before his pace faltered.

"Be so good for me baby," You managed to get out as your hand cupped his face. Danny groaned before releasing inside of you, while loud moans fled his lips.

You collapsed on his chest and both of your breathing were heavy. The two of you lied there in silence while Danny rubbed slow soft circles on your back. Most of the time after the two of you had fucked you were exhausted and wanted to go to bed, but right now it was different.

You started planting lust-filled kisses on Danny's neck, immediately finding his sweet spot. You nibbled on the spot before soothing it with your tongue. Danny let out a deep breath before rolling the two of you over. 

"Mmm, what's this?" You could hear the smile in his voice and you shrugged before planting a quick kiss on his lips.

"I'm not done," You ground yourself against him and he let out a soft laugh. "Do you want to know your present?" Danny asked. You sat up and eyed him, unsure of what was to come.

"Is that even a question?" You could feel the smile creep onto your lips as Danny pulled you off of him. He went to the closet and grabbed one of his few ties before holding it up.

"I'm going to put this on, okay?" He raised his brows and you nodded without hesitation. Danny gently placed the silk material over your eyes and tied it around the back of your head. Your other senses took over as your vision went dark.

"I'll be right back," Danny rushed out of the room, leaving you completely alone. You picked at your cuticles, a nervous habit you had picked up. It was quiet for a moment before you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. 

"Open," Danny commanded. You opened your mouth and you were met with a bottle being pressed against your lips. You could feel the liquid being poured into your mouth and soon tasted the tequila coating your tongue. Your jaw was pushed up, closing your mouth, and you immediately swallowed the liquor.

"She's always taken her liquor so well," You heard a familiar but unfamiliar voice speak up and you felt your body tense.

"Danny," You said hesitantly.

"I overheard a conversation you had. Me, you, and Jake," The way Jake's name slid off his tongue so slowly caused you to let out a sigh and you could feel your arousal pooling between your legs.

"At any point, tell us to stop, and we will. No questions asked. Do you remember your colors?" Danny questioned. You nodded your head and shifted against the bed. You felt the bed dip and a set of hands come up behind you and grab your chest for a moment before one of them wrapped their hands around your throat. Your mouth fell open before a grin took over your face. Your face was turned to the side and you were met with a set of lips, ones that you weren't familiar with. You kissed Jake back and it took a moment before you got used to his movements. Danny's hands pushed your legs apart before his mouth wrapped itself around your clit, causing you to moan into Jake's mouth.

"I want the blindfold off," You pulled away slightly breathless, and a moan left your lips as Danny inserted two of his fingers into you. You could feel your breathing pick up as he curved his fingers upwards so expertly. You couldn't help but what Jake might feel like, considering he was a guitarist after all.

"Switch, please," You sighed, your head falling back. Danny pulled away from you and you felt the bed dip slightly as the two of them switched. Danny slipped the blindfold off of you before leaning the two of you back. You couldn't help but look at Jake who was kneeling below you. His mouth wrapped around your clit, working the sensitive bud gently. Your eyes grew heavy as you watched him.

"Will you be good?" Danny whispered in your ear. You turned your attention towards him before nodding.

"Words." He shook his head and you whined as Jake inserted one of his fingers.

"Yes, so fucking good," You tipped your head back, giving Danny full access to your neck. His lips attacked your sweet spot and you tried to focus on the beautiful men below you. Jake inserted another finger and you moaned as he curved them upwards as Danny had done previously. Jake's movements were slow before he sped them up slightly to get more of a reaction out of you. His mouth worked expertly against your clit and your back arched. You could feel the knot in your stomach growing quickly. It only took seconds before you were releasing around Jake's fingers. Your hearing was muffled as he continued to work his fingers in and out of you. The overstimulation from him was becoming unbearable and you just needed something more from one of them.

"God, just fuck me already, please" You whined, desperate to feel one of them inside of you. Danny hummed against your neck before pulling away.

"Eager, are we? You're not the one who makes commands around here." He raised a brow at you and you nodded.

"Please," 

"Only this one time. Don't think it'll work next time." Danny eyed you and you nodded but you couldn't help but think about the fact of a next time. Jake halted his movements before standing up. Danny crashed his lips to yours and your fingers tangled in his hair. You could feel Jake dragging his cock through your folds before he slid into you slowly. You could feel the slight sting of him stretching out and your back arched slightly as you moaned into Danny's mouth. Jake pulled out slightly before sending a harsh thrust into you. You let out a whimper as you tried to focus on kissing Danny but were unsuccessful.

"Can you be so good and take my cock?" Danny bit at your earlobe as he whispered in your ear. You nodded eagerly and you tried to keep your eyes open. 

As Danny adjust himself along the bed you looked at Jake and down to where the two of you met. His fingers were digging into your hips and you knew there would be bruises from the way he was grabbing you and the way Danny had earlier. You opened your mouth for Danny, taking him in with ease. Your tongue ran along the underside of his cock as he hit the back of your throat. His hips moved back, before moving forward again and he started fucking your mouth at a brutal pace. Tears brimmed your eyes, a few sliding down your cheek as you tried your hardest to not gag around him.

"Look at our pretty girl. You like being treated like a whore, don't you?" Jake hummed and you moaned causing Danny to shudder. Danny threw his head back and you could tell he was getting somewhat close from how labored his breathing was. 

"You like being used, hm? Letting us treat you however we want," Danny looked down at you and you moaned again. He pulled out of your mouth causing you to gasp for air.

"Wanna ride you," You barely managed to get out as you directed your attention towards Jake. He had a look of surprise on his face and he looked at Danny who just gave him a simple nod. Jake pulled out of you and you whined from the loss of contact. He adjusted himself and put one of the pillows behind his head as he rested against the headboard. You threw your legs over him and lined him up with your entrance. You sank down on him and you watched as he bit his lip. Danny wrapped his arms around you, trailing them down your chest down to your clit. You slowly moved against him and tilted your head back to look at Danny. You pressed sloppy kisses to his neck as you moved against Jake's cock. Your lips eventually connected with Danny's and you grabbed his cock and slowly moved your hand against him. You pulled away and focused on Jake as you sped up your movements. You watched his abdomen tightening as you could tell he was trying so hard not to make so much noise.

"Fuck, Jake," You groaned as you tried to get a rise out of him.

"Shit," He hissed as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. You moaned as you could feel the heat in your stomach growing from the way Danny rubbed your clit and fast circles mixed with the feeling of Jake inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm close," You whined. Jake grabbed your hips and he began fucking up into you. You threw your head back against Danny's shoulder and your breathing sped up, your moans turning into whimpers and pathetic whines. 

"Do you wanna cum, pretty girl?" Jake teased. You whined as you nodded your head.

"P-please," Your mouth fell open and Danny groaned and you could feel him twitch in your hand. The feeling in your lower stomach was becoming almost painful as you were on the brink of your release, so desperately needing to release.

"Wait," Danny shook his head and you whimpered as you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on like he wanted you to. Your eyes squeezed shut and you bit on your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

"Danny, please," You begged breathlessly.

"I said wait," Danny shook his head and groaned under your touch. His hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed slightly. You could feel yourself clench around Jake and he hissed as you did so. Even with your eyes closed, small stars took over your vision and you could feel yourself growing dizzy. 

"Guys," You barely mustered to get out before you could feel your release taking over you. There was a rush of liquid and you let out a loud moan as you felt yourself growing weak. You could feel your weight fall forward before Danny hooked his arm around you to catch you.

"Fuck, Y/N," You heard Jake groan before you could feel him filling you up. Your hand continued to work against Danny and you knew he had to be close too. Danny bit down on your shoulder to contain his moans and you tried to steady your breathing.

"Y/N, knees. Now." Danny grunted. You lazily shook your head and you moved off of Jake. Danny moved and he stood with the backs of his legs against the bed. You dropped below him and Jake moved quickly as he pushed his chest against your back. You licked a stripe up the underside of Danny's cock and took him into your mouth without hesitation. Danny tipped his head back as you swirled your tongue around his tip and pushed him down the back of your throat. You sat there for a second, letting your throat close around him slightly. Jake inserted two of his fingers into you and began to move them quickly and his lips connected with your neck. You moaned and tried to focus on getting Danny off. You could feel him twitch and you knew he was close so you continued to moan around him as the vibrations triggered goosebumps to rise against his skin. You raked your fingers down his abdomen and it was enough to send him over the edge. You felt the hot sticky spurts of him fill your mouth and you whined as another orgasm took over without warning. You felt another rush of wetness between your legs and Jake groaned behind you.

"There you go, baby," He hummed against your neck, still leaving marks all over you. Your legs shook and you looked up at Danny through your lashes. He ran his thumb over your cheek as you swallowed every last part of him. You pulled him out of your mouth with a pop and he smiled down at you.

"I'm gonna run you a bath," Danny stepped away towards your shared bathroom and you hummed as you leaned against Jake's chest. You turned your head towards him. He smiled as he pressed a small kiss to your lips.

"Happy birthday, sweet girl." ******

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Sugar Daddy Blues, 4

Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.

Notes: I’m so sorry for taking such a long break for writing! I was super busy and now I should have time to finish most of my works! Thank you for 200 followers!! I love y’all! Sorry if this update is too short!

Warnings: Smut! Sex in a church!!

Masterlist

“Where you goin’ so early?” You groaned as you looked up from the bed. The sheets were cold on one side now as Elvis was fully dressed above you. You let the satin sheets fall from your bare frame.

“I’m goin’ to a sermon real quick. I got some things to do and I’ll be back before you know it.” He lays a soft kiss upon your forehead as you continue to pout. His laugh is infectious as you try to not crack a smile.

“You can’t take me with? I can be good!” You cross your arms and he chuckles menacingly. He crawls over the top of you and licks a stripe up your neck and began to leave agonizingly slow bites along the column of your throat.

“Mm, because I’ll want to do this the whole time I’m in church. I don’t need the Lord to see how good you are on your knees worshipping me.” You flush and hide your face under the covers.

“Elvis!”

“What,” he sighs longingly,” I can’t let the world know that I’m dating you, yet. I-I gotta figure out the best way-“ you cut him off with a chaste kiss.

“I like the secrecy. Makes it that much hotter, daddy.” You pull at the choker around his neck and he coughs for a second.

“Darlin’, I need you to tone it down. I-I’m gonna be late,” he gives you a quick kiss to the forehead and slides the blanket over your body once more. You wave as he begins to leave. God, how did you get this lucky?

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“So,” Emily starts,” you look debauched….thoroughly trashed.” She lifts your hair out of your face as she continues to curl it. You roll your eyes as you play with the skirt Elvis had picked out for you today.

“Hey, Em? Do you think I’m doing the right thing? Elvis,” Emily’s eyebrow cocked in question,”I mean, are we right? I mean I’ve never even been-“ Emily places her curling iron on the nightstand next to you. She slips her hands across your shoulder and shakes you lightly.

“He has how many girls throwin’ themselves at ‘im? And he buys you these cute clothes, necklaces with his name on ‘em, and even has asked you to move into Graceland! Wait,” she pauses her ramblings and fluffs the ends of your hair,” Did you ever give ‘im an answer?” You looked away from your best friend’s scalding gaze.

“I-I wanna b-but! I still live with my folks! How am I supposed to explain where I’m gonna live now! With THE Elvis?! The one they told me never to fall for? Lord, I’ve seen the papers, Em.” She sighs and takes your hands in hers. The bed bouncing as she situates her sitting position.

“Elvis chose you, Y/N. He’s older than you and by far has made a lot of mistakes. No one’s perfect, babes. And the stuff with his exes? Who cares! Their exes for a reason!” You sigh and fall back on the bed.

“Maybe you’re right. I-I’ll go see if Mr. Presley will take me to Elvis’ sermon.” She squeals and shakes her hips.

“Kinky.”

“EM!”

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“Amen. Thank you, Mister Presley for joining us today.” Elvis nods and shakes the father’s hand as the church filed out. He met with a few fans, taking pictures every so often.

“Hey there, EP. There’s a Miss L/N lookin’ for ya?” Elvis’ heart dropped and he began to walk to find you, little minx. He finds you talking to a few of the men in the church, his blood boiling as he sees you wearing the outfit he picked for you. His father began waving the men away.

“You won’t be findin’ no wife with her. She’s my future in law! Now back off, ya hear? You alright, missy?” You nod as you fan yourself. Not used to the attention from so many men that weren’t Elvis. You hear shoes click on the pavement as Vernon closes his car door. He excuses himself yo go convene with the pastor. A warm hand gripping the back of your neck rips you from your peaceful state.

“DIDN'T I tell you not to come here? And in what daddy chose this mornin’?”

“Sorry, daddy.”

“You’re about to be sorry. Get movin’, princess.” He takes your hand and pulls you up a flight of stairs. And once seated on a lone pew you look up and see the stain glass windows that decorate the walls. Your skin was hot as the realization set into your system. 

“Wow its so pretty d-“ a hand is clamped to your lips as it sounds like more people are filling into the pews below. You hear men laughing and hollering. A buzz tickled through your body.

“They’re havin’ the men’s service. Pastor calls it absolving sins circle. And I’m gonna absolve my sin right up here where I always sit.” You gulp and he chuckles. His hands are hot against your skin as he runs his hands up your legs.

“E-Elvis, we can’t-“ a harsh smack to the inside of your thigh silences you. He pulls you towards him. Your back taut against his chest. Your heart rate speeding up.

“Ah ah! That’s not my name right now, lil’ mama.”

“D-Daddy. Please.” His hand is hot against your mouth as he continues to shush you. His cock is hard and demanding as he grinds you against his clothed erection. Your eyes roll back as you thank God that Elvis picked out such a thin and short skirt today.

“Now. We’ve had a recent discussion about confession and not a lot of y’all comin’ to it. Sinners will be forgiven. You must want to be forgiven.” The pastors booming voice spread through the almost silent church.

“You see, princess? You’ll be forgiven.” He smirks as his teeth grind into your soft flesh of your nape. You suck in a breath and his hand on your mouth gets tighter. Lifting off for a split second as you grab his wrist. You lead his hand down to your unclothed pussy. His resolve to tease was hangin on by a thread as you turned to remove him from his trousers. His cock sprang free, wet with precum. His breathing was labored as the pastor continued his talk about premarital sex now being a confessions sin. He looked at you as you dropped to your knees, his patience wavering. You spit onto your hand and begin to rub your palm around his tip. He takes a sharp breath biting his lip to stop the groan from passing through as you look up at him innocently.

“What’s wrong, daddy? You’ve gotta listen to your friend down there.” He rolled his eyes, his fist grabbing your hair as he pulled you forward. Your lips wrapped around his cock in a fever as the sounds of squelching amped up in your small space above the church goers. You began to take Elvis deeper in your throat when he takes his cock from your mouth. The pastor clears his throat from the murmur of people talking about the noise.

“Givin’ into the temptation of a woman and her skin flush with finest makeup is a sin my fellow men. But you may be forgiven in the eyes of our lord.” Elvis turns you around as you sit back on his lap. You run his cock between your folds the best you can as his grip tightens around you. You lean back as he lines up his member. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned.” He grabbed your hips, his cock within your walls in record time. He grabs your throat as you sob.

“You keep your pretty little mouth quiet, yeah? Daddy will buy you anythin’ you want, okay? That’s my girl.” You take your lip between his teeth as he pulls your waist down to meet his thrusts. Your head lolling back as he marked your exposed skin.

“D-Daddy, I want you to cum in me so bad.”

“Y-Yeah? Wanna show the whole congregation what I did to you while you walk out of here with my cum drippin’ down your thighs?” Elvis’ mind was getting fuzzy just thinking about it. His cock was hot inside you as he pulled down your blouse to reveal you had no bra either.

“Oops, you forgot to leave me out any underwear, Presley.” He growled softly into your chest as he rolled his tongue around one of your nipples. You clasp your hands to your mouth as he contoured your chest in more bruises. Just when the last ones were finally gone, you thought. You would never object to see more of those marks on him however.

“Holy shit. Please, faster.” You beg Elvis as you feel your end nearing. The fact of being in public and in a church pushing you to your orgasm faster than you’ve ever felt. Elvis’ hand wiggled down your body to start his circling of your clit. His other hand gripping you close to continue his harsh thrusts. His eyes hardly leaving where you both were connected.

“You gonna cum already, princess,” you nod profusely as his grip tightens,” me too, fuck. This is so hot.” You breathlessly nod along as you feel your body quiver. Your eyes scrunch shut as his hand speeds up on your clit. The addictive sensation of your orgasm washes over you as your body shakes. The feeling of Elvis’ climax isn’t too long after as he bites your shoulder to keep himself quiet. He desperately clothes you as the second sermon of the day begins to close. You are fucked out and he wraps you in his long coat.

“I-I really just came here to see you. I didn’t think this would-“ he cuts you off with a quick kiss. You smile as he takes your hand in his.

“It’s a better visit than I could’ve asked for, princess. Now, there’s gonna be paparazzi here any minute. I want you to go through the back and meet back up with my daddy, okay?” You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. He chuckles seeing you on your tippy toes.

“Hm, one day they’ll know.” He smiles down at you, his lips are warm and sweet. The kiss deepening as he pulls you in by the waist. His hand threaded through your hair. God, he needed to get that ring on that damn finger.

“Ahem. I’ll be taking her now, Elvis.” His dad stood there awkwardly as you blushed. You hugged Elvis one more time. His father links his arms into yours and smiles.

“Wedding ring soon enough, Y/N. Soon enough.” You rolled your eyes but looked down at your jewel adorned hand. It would be nice wouldn’t it?

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“I think it’s nice he’s lettin’ you move in slowly. That way you get a feel for it! I’ll be stayin’ with you for a bit. On his dime he said.” Emily giggled as she placed her bags next yours. You still couldn’t believe you said yes. However, you were lying to your parents saying you were living with Emily.

“The only thing is I can only go out the back way whenever Elvis is home. It makes me feel like I’m doin’ a walk a’ shame.” Emily wraps an arm around you and smiles softly.

“You are datin’ THE Elvis Presley! Girl, you won the lottery! We gotta stop with all this depressin’ shit!” She takes your hand and leads you down the stars. She stops abruptly. She tries pushing you up the stairs in a hurry.

“W-What are you doin’? Let’s go talk to Elvis-“ You get just enough of a look down the stairs to see her. His ex-wife, Priscilla. She was just as gorgeous as all the papers were saying. Your heart dropped as she let him hug their daughter and her.

“Y/N, don’t start . I told you this would happen-“ you waved her off.

“I’m fine. I just forgot was all. I-I forget he’s got a family of his own.” You turn around and begin to fight the tears that beckon to fall down your cheeks as you think of the fact that you’ll never have that. Elvis will never love you like he did Priscilla. You were his place holder, weren’t you?

“Priscilla, thank you. She had lots of fun this weekend with me and her pop pop! Uh, I’ll be back performin’ soon so I’ll let you know. Thanks, prince- Cilla.” Your heart could’ve just fallen out of your chest as he fumbled his words. He was definitely still in love. You shook your head and ran up the stairs. Locking the door to whatever room you ended up in.

“Y/N, he’s gonna ask why you’re in there. And actin’ all solemn!” You ignored your best friend as the nagging fears you had since your first encounter rushed through you.

“Why me? I wish I never made that stupid call. I wish that guy at the bar could’ve made up a worse phone number to call.” You cry, your head in your hands. The tears felt relieving in a small sense but you curled up against the door looking at the room. It was Elvis’. The room was decorated in flower petals. The walls adorned with TCB and Elvis’ achievements. Candles on the night stands. You were in awe. The door begins to open and there is the man of the hour himself.

“Hey, I heard from Em. It’s not that serious I promise. I love you so much.” He sits on the ground next to you and your curl into his side within seconds.

“I just feel like I’m too young and you’ve already had your family and-“

“Hey, darlin’. Please, I love you so much. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“I love you too.” You speak softly as the tears continue to pour.

“I’ve been talking with those people from the comeback special about them being my managers and we’ll be out of here in no time. We’ll travel the world darlin’. You and me.”

“I’d go anywhere with you, Elvis Presley. And that’s the part that sucks! ” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around you. His rapid heartbeat keeping you from falling victim to your insecurities. For now.

“You are my everythin’, Darlin’. Don’t think that way ever,” his hand tilts your chin up at him, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight streaming through a slit in the curtains. The candles dimming slowly,” You are my best girl, right?” He slips a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes I am.” You smile, a blush tinting your cheeks. He kisses you gently. His lips spilling a mantra of feelings against yours of love and desperation.His hand resting upon your face guiding you within the kiss as tears begin to dry against your cheeks.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N.” You nod into the kiss as he pulls you onto his lap. His fingers intertwining with yours. A cold metal slips onto your finger and you break away.

“W-Wha- Elvis?” He leaves a soft

“It’s just a promise right now, baby. Okay? But a promise it’ll happen soon.”

“Mm, but shopping spree tomorrow, daddy?”

“Anything for you, my baby.”

Sugar Daddy Blues Taglist: @austinbutlersgirlfriend @marriedtoeddie @el-velvis @kaitaesupremacy @eliseinmemphis @suspiciousmidge @godlypresley

[oparaxi]

「 Slut for Hire - Headcanons + Visuals 」

❥ Including ⁝ Keisuke, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Nahoya + Souya (Smiley 'n Angry), Draken + Emma (ALL TIMESKIP)

⊹°.*⋆ﾟ✁warnings: bullying, lingerie, groping, objectification, manipulative Mitsuya (if you squint), begging, dacryphilia, degrading, humiliation, possessiveness, minor cucking, creampie, bottom Kazutora, oral (male and female receiving), femdom on Tora, minor bondage, scissoring w/ Emma, hair pulling, slapping

⊹°.*⋆ﾟ✁summary: you need a little extra cash, and so you slut yourself out for it 'n become a whore for money with perks

Keisuke Baji

✁ Keisuke most likely only hired you for your tits. Seeing them all pretty n' perky on your website only made him want you all for himself. All he could do was scroll n' scroll through your page until he saw you wanted money for being a slut, and who was he to deny you of something he knew he could've provided for someone desperate for a cock in their mouth and a finger in their pussy.

✁ He wouldn't shut up about finally getting a girl to his poor co-workers at the pet shop, who did become curious 'cause his mouth would ramble on about how perfect you'd be in taking his size or how your tits that just seemed oh so perfect would be in his face practically 24/7. When you did finally meet with the ravenette the boy was just a mean lil bully to you, calling you out n' saying all mean things just 'cause you spread your legs for a little pretty penny.

✁ All the bullying never let up even on his way to his apartment that looked to good for him to handle, his hands landing on your ass 'cause your small miniskirt kept riding up, saying mean things like ”You wearin' this for me ain't ya? Want me in between those legs jus' cause you want my dick and my money?” Never gave you a break at all.

✁ All you could do was just nod along to his antics, letting him fondle with your chest all 'cause his excuse was ”I paid for ya, 'mma use you how I want.” Who were you to deny him when it just felt so good to have a male's touch on your starved body. 'S a shame you never felt proper pleasure before, even by someone just a lil nicer than what Kei would treat you. Throwin' you around in bed, folding you in harsh ways to get the most absolute access to your pretty pussy.

✁ Even with all the mean things he'd do like make you wear nothing but baby doll lingerie and lil cat ears, his pleasure was too good for you, making you babble ”'s too good! ” everytime his dick would bully its way inside your cunt, makin' it cry with your juices coating him in slick, sloppy mess on his bedsheets whenever he was done with you. Keisuke just could not wait, especially after long days of work and his pants would restrict his cock so painfully. :(. You were always quick to crawl to the door, the pure white lingerie he got for you huggin' your body, perking up your tits just the way he likes it. It was always your boobs being touched first like you weren't even there.

✁ ”Waitin' on me like a good kitten, I'll get ya treat for ya.” The treat was always his dick, how could you complain? You were a good little kitty for him with your cute white ears and ass plug with a fluffy white tail attached to it. Always filthy shit with Kei, something new in the span of a few hours and your poor pussy has to get used it. But you always got paid like he promised, always having a good amount of cash on you somehow, even with his job. Taking care of you so well.

Visualizers ❥ Kei + tail ass plug

Mitsuya Takashi

✁ Found you on a website to pass the time at his desk while making some clothes, tryin' to find the perfect inspiration for a more scandalous line of clothing until you popped up, curves, thighs n' all taking up his whole screen. Seeing all the content of you posted in mini dresses and shirts obviously too tight for you to handle, Mitsuya had to hire you, n' not just because it said you were looking for money in exchange for sex, he also needed a model n' your body was too perfect to let some other person who wouldn't know how to handle you have you for themselves.

✁ When you finally came to his office looking cute in your little get up just for him, his mouth certainly went tight couldn't stop staring at your plush thighs that were calling to him for just a squeeze, he is paying for you after all right? Who says he can't? You were standing there looking innocent 'nd clueless, expecting something completely different but instead it was just you trying on different styles of clothes for him, being his adorable model for the day.

✁ He was truly a sweetheart in the way he treated you, opening doors for you, always commenting on how you dress saying ”You look beautiful.” Generally innocent comments leaving you more confused as to when you're going to get just a little bit of dick from him. During the day he'd spoil you, buying you cute outfits and touching you here n' there, just barely on your thighs so close to your panties 'cause you wore one of the shortest skirts you owned just to entice the glasses wearing boy even more. Poor 'Suya, someone help him :((.

✁ 'S already embarrassing enough clinging onto him in public, sandwiching his arm in between your boobs to give him a hint, any hint that you want your legs spread and pussy lapped at like no tomorrow, but you just couldn't win with him acting just as clueless as you were. Little did you know seein' you whine and poke your bottom lip out in hopes of getting him to do something enticed Mitsuya more, your outfits getting more revealing by the passing day to strain his self control even more. He'd always think how cute you look trying so hard, acting so babyish just for a little bit of him. So mean of him.

✁ You were melting like puddy in his hands trying to get into his pants for days. Watching you crumble only to get a small kiss on your pouty pink lips, or a pinch on your thigh and watching him saunter away. Torturing you until you crack was all apart of his game. You only finally folded when Suya was making a new line of clothes and asked you to model. How rude of him to toy around with you like that, dressing in cute short clothes too tight for your body, making you whine ”Suya it's too tight, take it off.” Mitsuya isn't that cruel, it would be mean of him to let you suffer even longer 'cause of his little game right?

✁ ”Ya just as tight as the dress you put on, shit,” he'd grunt while finally giving you what you wanted for days. Leaving you sniffling being bent over his desk face first into the wooden surface, your ass being up 'nd exposed n' spread open by his cock pushing its way into your crying slit. You finally gettin' what you've you've babbling 'nd whining about for ages and here you are begging for him to slow down just 'cause he's bullying his way inside you pressing your face against his desk n' holding your hands pinned behind your back. If anyone walked in they'd get the perfect sight of the slick you left on his cock rimming around his tip, your legs trembling 'nd your tears staining the surface. ”Ya been begging on your hands n' knees for this, take it.”

Vizualizers ❥ Suya + over his desk

Kazutora Hanemiya

✁ Shamelessly scrolling through his phone, trying to find somethin' to get off too until he stumbled upon your ass being arched so high in the air he damn near came at that. Could not get enough of your content n' the way you rode the silicone dildos nestled so far into ass that Tora considered if anal was his thing or not. Had to get you the moment he saw you were looking for cash just to get off, but so adorably hesitant about it. Ended up getting you anyways thanks to the advice of his good friend Kei, and when you finally came Tora was long gone. You looked so damn sexy in skimpy clothes up close 'nd the fact that you basically belonged to him made everything so much better.

✁ As much as Kazutora wanted you, he was just so shy about it. Always blushing at minor teases spewing out your pretty mouth, the way you'd press your chest against his front to grab his attention. You had to take control of everything so quickly just to let him relax around you, giving him a sloppy n' messy dick sucking, using your saliva to ease him down your throat, swirling your tongue on the singular vein so close to his reddened tip. Gives the best reactions to the gags 'nd slurps on his dick, back arching high while gripping at your hair trying so hard not to make you choke further on his cum, but he just can't help it the more you bob your head up and down.

✁ It was always up to you to get you both off, putting in most of the work without an ounce of help from Tora all 'cause he's a little shy. Cuffing him down to the bed with a cockring at the base of his dick had him melting into a puddle for a sense of release from you, whining about how he'll do better all 'cause he disobeyed you one time. :(. Was cumming loads from your torture on his poor not so little cock n' balls that kept leaking the more you touched him. Embarrassing him about it leaving him all shades of red and writhing for more. Paid you double than what you asked for that night.

✁ After topping him more than once Tora felt so guilty about it, going on about how he should try n' take over, except you kept teasing him sayin' how he never could all 'cause he was crying for you multiple times. Always bullying him whenever you got the chance 'nd watching him shy away like a fucking cat for not being able to pleasure you back.

✁ Made it his mission to take things over for once, so having your legs hiked up on his shoulders with his head in between your legs was such a pretty sight you had to save for later on. Tora knew just what to do to make you whine, leaving little marks on your thighs or boobs makin' them look pretty in his spit. It wasn't until he took one lick at your clit did you realize you underestimated the poor boy. Definitely kept toying with you just to watch you struggle to compose yourself, barely pushing a finger into your cunt that was already fluttering for just a little bit more. He isn't as bad as you 'n gave in too early, but seeing you get off to each long lick of his tongue was a better satisfaction for him.

Vizualizers ❥ Tora + eating you out

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley) + Souya Kawata (Angry)

✁ One's mean, the other's a little nicer but still mean, and there's no change ever since they found you on your innocent looking page looking cute in your clothes that hardly cover a nipple or pussy. Nahoya wanted you from the start, Souya was hesitant but you looked just too enticing to give up to someone else. As soon as you finally came to them they were already sandwiching your little body in between theirs, Nahoya having the most sadistic grin and Souya trying his best not to stare at your tits that were practically in his face.

✁ Everything was always so fast with them, the peach haired male trying to get you out of your panties whenever you were near and the light blue twin would shy as his brother tried to get him to touch a woman's body for the first time. Embarrassing him here and there to the point where he sheds a few tears was just too good of a sight for you. Gagging on poor crying Souya's dick 'nd making him cum prematurely while Nahoya would fuck you from behind, all three of you getting off whorishly for each other was your daily routine.

✁ Public humiliation was one of the biggest things between the two of them. Making it known that you belong to the Kawata twins, having a cute collar with pink and blue decorating it just to make it more known. Always possessive with you, saying things like talking to other guys is forbidden n' if you did you'd be used like a sex doll for their own pleasure. :(. Not caring about you 'nd stuffing their cock wherever is open for them. Nahoya bullying his dick into your ass that would pucker whenever Souya would hit your g-spot just the right way. ”Crying over pussy? 'S too much for you to handle Souya? ” Humiliating him for barely getting started and already leaking inside you, your tits being pressed against his chest.

✁ If one twin wasn't there then the other would have no choice but to satisfy you on their own. Imagine Souya who's too scared n' shy he'll mess up, crying n' babbling about ”I can't handle it, is' too much,” or ”'M not as good as Nahoya,” so you're left to pleasure him all by your lonesome, marking his neck up and down, pinning his body just a lil tighter so he doesn't squirm too much while you barely push his tip into your cunt. Giving his needy dick just enough attention to have him already sniffling n' begging for more of your warmth around him. If you're nice you might give in to what he wants, toying with his pink nipples at the same time 'nd riding him by rolling your hips, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as more tears flow down his cheeks. Such a pretty crier.

✁ If Nahoya was the only one left to pleasure you 'cause his little brother was gone, he'd take matters into his own hands to make sure you cry. Pushing his cock so deep in it damn near pierces your cervix, your eyes becoming white and brimming with tears as he slaps around your tits like fuckin' toys, calling you dirty names like ”Horny little slut,” or degrading you like a meanie with ”Filthy bitch cryin' for my dick.” His hands wrapped around your neck having you gasp for air n' feeling lightheaded from how much he's pounding into your sore sopping cunt that just can't get enough. Souya would walk in at the wrong right time to see you cream all over his older brother's dick, Nahoya painting your pussy white with a few more thrusts. All Souya can do is just watch and palm his growing erection at the dirty sight.

Vizualizers ❥ Nahoya & Souya + threesome

Ken Ryuguji (Draken) + Emma Sano

✁ Emma proposed the idea of getting you seeing your pretty face all over your website. Poor Ken was so confused but went along with it anyways, you were too sexy to pass up and the look on the blonde's face made everything so much better. Having you in their house like a personal chew toy was their favorite thing to do. As soon as you got there Emma always had a hand on your tit and the other looking for Ken's dick. She was too pretty to ignore, always whining for your attention whenever the ravenette wouldn't give her what she wanted, making a big fuss all the time for no reason :(. All it takes is your lips on hers to keep her quiet n' satisfied.

✁ Draken would use the same tactics against Emma, giving you just a little more attention than he would to her just to watch her sniffle n' cry for the both of you, spreading her legs 'nd pushing up her tits instead of being a brat or stubborn. She was always so easy to break down to nothing but a needy blonde who wanted a pussy in her mouth and a cock stuffed in her ass. You 'nd Ken couldn't even refuse someone as cute as her, always giving into what she wants whenever she asked for it. Fucking the two of them was always tiring but so fucking hot, Emma's pussy beneath yours, your cunt dripping onto her opening as Draken stuffs his dick into either one of you, taking turns of who to fuck.

✁ Draken's favorite thing is to watch you and Emma slobber all over his tip. Kissing it, licking it, sucking on it like dogs in heat. He always would record each time you both were on him, spewing out shit like ”You love this dick don't you?, ” whenever you or her would whine that you weren't getting enough 'cause the other was hogging him all for themselves. It would always be fixed with a shot of Ken's cum on your faces or in your mouths with praises of ”Good whores not wastin' a single drop.” So filthy even porn sites would grimace at it.

✁ If Emma wasn't there to rub your pussy against, Ken was always to the rescue to fulfill your needs, thrusting his hips against yours like a wild animal 'cause ”You asked for it.” You were just so needy, almost too needy for him that he had to stuff you with his dick to keep you silent. His tip would always pierce against your sweet spot your cervix leaving you babbling about how you love his cock and how good it makes you feel, feeling all fuzzy n' dumb over it. It always took spanks to your ass or your face to make you focus, pulling on your hair to make you look at him, remind you he's the one fucking you n' making you feel good. Always left a good batch of his cum dripping out of your swollen pussy by time he's finished with you.

✁ If Ken was the one absent, you and Emma would have to satisfy each other yourselves without his help. She would always whine about how her fingers just can't pleasure her like you or Ken does, sniffling on the brink of tears saying ”Please do it for me, it feels better when you do.” You can't even refuse 'cause she asked so nicely. Your cunts being centimeters apart, your fingers knuckles deep into hers, curling them to her liking n' listening to her pretty moans, her fingers trying to do the same for you, rubbin' on your clit or inside your cunt. You both just want to get off so badly you resort to rubbing your cunts n' clits against each other for more friction, your pussy lips practically making out with each other and slobbering all over one another to get off so whorishly.

Vizualizers ❥ Emma & Draken + threesome | Emma + scissoring | Draken + rough sex

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[thesunicarusfellfor]

THE FUCKIN YANDERE GODS OMFG AWOOGA YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB THE FIC IS GOOD AS HELL!!!!

Is there any chance youd write a part 2 in the future? Its absolutely cool if you dont want to but WOW this concept? Solid gold (no pun intended)

I honestly love how people reacted to this story. It was so fun to write and became my most popular story to date. I'm such a sucker for the gods and mortals forbidden romance trope is just chefs kiss. Also, puns are always intended. Hand em over.

This chapter doesn't really involve the reader much, it's kinda more of a filler but I want this story to become a series, which means shorter chapters to separate the story. This is just simply a lore filler chapter.

TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered

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Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza) Part 2

It was quiet, for once, but there was a soft wind blowing through the curtain-covered doorway that prevented most light from seeping through. Two figures stood in the other corner of the room, staring into the bronze bowl filled with liquid, watching the destruction they caused spread across the village of L'Manberg with darkened eyes narrowed into glares.

"They deserved it..." Philza murmured, likely to Chat who was resting on his striped hat, giving the odd little squawk or chirp every so often. He gave a sigh and popped a piece of bread he tore off into his mouth, giving a small piece to his whining bird afterwards.

"I don't think the mortals have ever seen you lash out at them in person... Usually, you just send your crows to destroy their crops when they annoy you." Techno chuckled softly as he stole a piece of bread from Philza which caused him to give an annoyed scoff and bat his hand away, "But-"

"YOU SUMMONED 10 WITHERS?" A voice boomed through the palace, causing Phil and Techno to sigh and back away from the dish displaying their destruction proudly, "AND KIDNAPPED A MORTAL?"

The blond rubbed his face and Techno took off his glasses while they both walked out the door. Walking down the polished quartz stairs, the two gods quickly came into eye contact with the source of the voice, as well as a few other visitors.

"You're just mad because we tried to kill your high priest, XD, don't pretend like you follow the rules either." Technoblade sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before putting his glasses back on, "And the mortal is none of your concern. We just did something about it, unlike you fawning from a distance over your mushroom boy."

Despite the cracked mask covering the god's face, everyone around him knew he was irked from Techno's statement. The three other gods behind him snickered into their hands until DreamXD snapped his head in their direction, the thin golden ring halos around his head gained a red glow to them.

The two brunets behind him immediately snapped their mouths shut, but the blond kept snickering away to himself, causing him to get smacked upside the head by one of XD's floating hands before he turned and stormed out the door.

"Ow! Bloody dickhead!" The blond groaned and rubbed the side of his head. The God of Mischief and Determination, Tommyinnit, scowled in the direction of the maniacal god before turning back to his father and Techno, "Ay Dad. Didn't take you for the destructive type! I hear you pulled a Techno and wiped out a village with Withers!"

"Yeah! The explosions shook the entire Upperlands!" Tubbo, the God of Bees and Chess, cheered a bit as his bee buzzed around him, getting specs of pollen in his fluffy hair and decorating his small horns.

Chuckling to himself, the God of Music and Insanity looked behind him at the sandy ground covered in a faint black fog, "XD was throwin' a tantrum. It was honestly the funniest thing to watch," Wilbur adjusted with the guitar on his back, "So where's the little mortal you kidnapped?"

"They're under a sleeping spell at the moment while the amnesia spell sets in," Phil gave each of his sons a brief hug as a greeting, "Then we'll have to alter their memory so they don't panic, but they'll have to stay up here permanently, their mind could be shattered if they do return to the mortal world."

"Shattered?" Tommy repeated, reeling back slightly as Wilbur summoned a leather book in his hand, opening it and scanning through the words, "That sounds like a pretty violent backlash..."

Phil and Techno avoided Wilbur's suspicious glare as subtly as possible, pretending not to see it, "Well... Remember, they're a mortal. Plus the strain of their home being destroyed, getting robbed, then getting kidnapped by gods and being brought to the Upperlands... Who wouldn't go absolutely mental? Then if they see the remains of their old village, it could undo all the magic that was placed upon them."

"Makes sense to me!" Tubbo chirped, his small goat ears wiggling as he held Chat in his hands, "Can we at least see them now and visit them when they wake up?"

Techno tensed up a bit but realized quickly that two of the three of the gods visiting them were too young to consider dating, and the third one was married to a human that he was trying to turn into a merling. "I... Suppose so. Just don't be too loud or the spell will break."

Tommy rolled his eyes dramatically, but the feathers behind his ears ruffled slightly to give away his excitement. Although, he was much better at hiding it than Chat, Tubbo's bee TC (Twitch Chat if you're wondering), and Tubbo, despite the fact that Chat actively visited (Y/n). Wilbur didn't seem to care much, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Or that was his insanity kicking in.

The avian nodded and began leading his biological and adopted sons through Techno's palace, Chat chirping away in his mind. 'Gods, that bird doesn't shut up...' Phil rolled his eyes up to the sky for a moment before smiling a bit to himself, 'Better than everything being dead silent I suppose...'

"In here. Now shut up. The spell won't work twice in a row." Techno hissed quietly before moving aside the crimson satin curtains to allow his old friend's sons into his rarely touched bedroom. The quartz room was kept dark via similarly coloured curtains blocking the majority of the light from coming into the room, while still allowing enough so they could see. A canopy bed stood proudly in the center of the room with golden posts and pure white chiffon silk curtains swaying lightly with the blowing winds.

Phil and Techno couldn't help but smile softly to themselves at the thought of seeing you again, even if you were asleep and, at the moment, void of memories and personality. Techno led the way inside and gently hooked his fingers around the fabric and moved it aside to let the younger gods see the mortal they had saved from the cruelties of the Earth.

The three gods carefully took their time studying you, trying to find what had their father and the anarchist totally entranced. Their eyes carefully took the time to study your soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, your beautiful (s/t) skin, and your silk robes that were ombre from red to white, accented with the very golden accessories that the high priest had tried to steal. (They used magic to put you in the new outfit. They're yanderes not creeps.)

"Oh... They truly are stunning. Are you sure they're a mortal?" Tubbo frowned for a moment, straightening up and pulling Chat away from your motionless figure so the crow would stop trying to peck at your jewellery.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur frowned at the younger god, his adopted brother. This had also caught the attention of the other gods

"I mean... Don't think they're a mortal, or at least they weren't born one..."

[ohayopoko]

Eren with blackfem!S/O Pt 4 (NSFW)

Note: I had to get this outta my head and the love and support y’all give me Everytime is amazing I TOTES FUCK W YALL PURRRR

Part 1 2 3

-Girl you can start singing any Pop Smoke song and Eren will finish it for you 🥳

-Hit baby boy w the “Babe, she said what you know ‘bout love?”

-And If Eren’s close to you he’ll grab your hips and pull you close “I got what you need, walk up in the store and get what you want” Eren gives you a slow sloppy kiss, biting your lip before whispering “You get what you please...”

-Bitch you hit Eren w the gluck-gluck-spit and swirl 5000 and all his kids are gonna have a play date in your throat 👫👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼👩🏽‍🤝‍👨🏻👩🏻‍🤝‍👩🏼

-The way you hum in back of ur throat and roll your lips up and down his dick while swirling ur tongue and jacking him off got baby boy seein stars “Fucckkk, where did you learn this you fucking slut?”🤒🥴

-Spit in Baby Boy’s mouth after you swallow them kids plz, he loves that shit 🤤

-Eren will choke you and slowly let it all fall off of his tongue into your mouth and your pussy screams when you look into those eyes

-of course you swallow it all and y’all Kiss again before he fucks your face until your eyes roll back

-Yes girl, we gobble balls over here so don’t be acting stush when you see them ✨Jaeger Jewels✨

-S/O makes Eren help her with her wig installation

-Eren watches in awe as you lay that wig on some ghost bond and swoop on them baby hairs Erens a softie for some baby hairs, just makes the whole look come together for him

-Eren tried to do baby hairs on himself but his didn’t come out at pretty as yours did, so he pouts at S/O while holding out your edge control and edge brush

-“Nigga you over here wasting my edge control?” is S/O’s immediate reaction but when you see his edges you laugh and take the edge control from him “Sit down baby let me do it for you”

-You swoop Eren some nice ass baby hairs and he’s so happy it looks good w his man bun

-“Wow I look sexy” Eren can’t help but take some pictures

-Speaking of hair Eren likes to snuggle up between your thighs and let you braid his hair and you take good care of him (Eren loves how you’re so gentle on his head)

-“What the fuck is this? My forehead looks so fucking big!”

-“You look nice with cornrows babeee, giving me Carl Gallagher vibes right now”

-“My forehead!”

-“Okay let’s do some baby hairs,”

-Sweet boy is all smiles when you slap them baby hairs on em, thinks he’s the baddest bitch on the block (Not on your block tho, his block fasho tho)

-Eren loves how you spread those ass cheeks to show him that pretty fat pussy and yummy asshole before you back it up on his dick when it falls out while you ride

-He lowkey gotta “Woosah” cause he doesn’t wanna bust before fucks you to tears

-S/O loves when Eren fingers her ass while she rides for dear life, he does this things where he rubs his dick through the walls in ur ass on god that shit makes you squeal like a pig

“Relax pretty girl, I got you,”

-Eren knows that he’s really dicking you down good when you rip off your wig or bonnet mid stroke (baby boy is proud he’s giving you that WORK)

-This nigga be calling your momma after he fucks you to tears and cramps in the mirror for talking to him crazy so he can “discuss” your behavior with her

-Your momma dont know that her daughter’s been fucked to pieces by this man, so she always soothes Eren cause she thinks he’s an A N G E L

-“Eren you know how she gets, just give her some space she loves you”

-“Yeah Ma, I love her too.” (Sweet boy calls ur Momma ‘Ma’ and she loves it) 😍

-When y’all go to parties with the gang, Eren never lets you dance alone he wants u to enjoy urself 🤓

-S/O will be throwin that ass to some City Girls and Eren’s there to catch that ass cause he will really murk the poor guy who thinks he’s touching you

-Is the type of boyfriend to hype you up and record you while you throw that ass on him to post on his Snapchat story “Yeahhhh Y/N, purrrr baby!”🤪

-Feel so proud when you hit him with that slow whine and waistline reverse 🤩 wants to put your sexy ass in mating press e x p e d i t i o u s l y

-Eren doesnt like to drink but he smokes a lot so y’all will usually finish a 8th in one night

-You can’t roll because of your long nails so Eren usually rolls and you wouldn’t have it any other way cause he rolls demons

-Eren laughs at you when you start coughing cause u took a really big pull and you tell him “suck my dick” with a middle finger

-Little devil fucks your face later on that night with cotton mouth and all “You had all that mouth right? C’mere open up, slut.”

-Eren totally wanted to start a YouTube channel with you but he doesn’t like people in y’all business now so he definitely won’t like it when complete strangers start asking questions y’all have to answer

-So he makes lots of TikTok videos with you anything from dancing to memes and one time he made you do his edges for TikTok

-Eren loves to lay on you and suck your titties whenever he’s bored

-Baby boy will suck and kiss and nibble your nipples just cause

-He’ll slurp up your pussy when hes tired of your tittes, not enough to make you cum but just enough to make you mad when he randomly stops

-“Wha- baby keep going-! Please...”

-“Nah I’m going to play gta with Armin,”

-Sweet boy likes to be in your presence whenever he can, like y’all don’t even gotta talk as long as y’all do ur own things and enjoy each other’s presence Eren’s happy af

-One time y’all was chilling together doin ur own thing and you had to go to the beauty supply so Eren stops his game to follow u cause he wanted to be with you ^.^

-Eren holds the little basket and follows you up and down each aisle without complaining cause he knows Everytime y’all go ain’t no budget

-“Oh baby look they got new mink lashes! Which ones should I get? Bubbly or Party Girl?”

-“Party girl? It looks feathery?”

-You know those lipglosses at the counter in all the different flavors that cost $1? Eren rolls his eyes when you get a handful of them but he knows you need it cause you wear so much lipgloss

-S/O was walkin around with a lil attitude and ignored Eren when he was talking to u and Eren snatched her ass up by her collar

-“You didn’t hear me talking to you?”

-When she tries to give him the silent treatment he put her ass in mating press and fucks the words out of her

-You really try to give him the silent treatment cause ur so stubborn but when Eren puts that dick in your belly ur begging for forgiveness

-“So-hah-Sorry baby please p-please”

-Eren’s balls slap your asshole when he grinds his dick against your womb and he smirks when s/o starts screaming

-“Shut up, slut I thought you weren’t talking to me”

-Eren buries load after load into her pussy until her legs start to burn and her pussy turns red and sore and she starts to push on his tummy so he can’t fuck her so deep

-“Baby I c-can’t take no more, please”

-“That’s to bad slut maybe you should have better manners, move your fucking hand.”

[crystalsoobin-m]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬┊𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

↳ a/n: this came to me randomly, but i’ve been like doing scenarios similar to this at night lmao- this takes place after 4th year at hogwarts. fyi, when i say ‘x reader’ i mean gender neutral unless i say fem!reader.

↳ pairing: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↳ synopsis: harry takes care of reader after they get drunk at a gryffindor party.

↳ warnings: underage drinking, drunk!reader, fluff, swearing, drunken ‘fighting’, small angsty part, a lil bit of crying, implied nudity. if i forget anything, lmk!

you were dancing like a maniac. the twins had thrown a party to celebrate the victory of another gryffindor win. and maybe the twins spiked the punch. maybe you also drank way too much of it. but you didn’t give a flying fuck because you were having the time of your life.

you were throwin’ your ass everywhere, and jumping up and down to the music. your body was so exhausted, but your mind was too intoxicated to notice.

after one more song, you flung yourself onto the couch. you were dizzy, breathing heavily. then, you felt the shadow of someone in front of you.

“hey, y/n.” your potions partner said. he was sober because he was a prefect and did not believe in underage drinking. “i have your work. you left it at-“ you stood up abruptly.

“why do you have my work? did you steal it, huh?” your words slurred together as you tried to come off as intimidating.

“no, i-“ the poor boy tried to explain himself.

“oh my god! you did! you ass!” you went for a punch. it was very slow and weak because you were obviously drunk, but the boy still backed up. you went for another one, not satisfied with the first, but this time you were held back by someone.

punching and kicking in their arms as they pulled you away, your partner left the papers on the table and left hurriedly.

“hey, get back here, coward! face me like a man!”

“y/n.” the person held you tightly. ‘no, let go.’ you kept muttering. “y/n.” you didn’t listen. “y/n! look at me.” you finally turned around and looked at the person holding you. harry. your best friend.

“harry?”

“yeah. let’s get you some rest, okay? you’re drunk.” you nodded slowly, ready to pass out. you stumbled on your feet, light-headed. “woah, woah, woah. here, let me carry you.” you hummed as he lifted you over his shoulder.

a few seconds later you were laying on your bed, sweating and feeling like shit. harry was sat at one end of your bed. “harryyy?”

“mhmm.”

“i wanna take a bath.”

“uh- okay.”

“but i need you to help me. i can’t move.”

“so- what? you want me to give you a bath or something.” harry asked nervously.

“there you go! you’reee correct!” you slurred. harry hesitantly agreed after a lot of convincing. he helped you walk into the bathroom. harry filled the tub as you waited patiently on the bathroom counter.

when it was full, harry turned around to let you change out of your clothes. you sat facing away from him, knees up to your chest.

“harry i think i drank too much. i feel kinda fizzy. i- i mean dizzy.” you chuckled at yourself.

“you’ll feel better in a second. you done?”

“yeah, you can turn around now.” harry turned around, one eye closed. once he saw you were covered, except for your head and back, he kneeled down behind you and grabbed the body wash.

gently washing your shoulders and upper back, you basked in the relaxing bath, enjoying the feeling of his hands on caressing your shoulders.

harry thought he would feel super awkward washing you in a bathtub. but he started to feel surprisingly comfortable after a few minutes. he washed your hair too, after you asked him to.

next thing you know, you were half sobered up and in a fresh set of warm pyjamas, on your bed. you were basically half asleep as harry covered you with your sheets. he started to walk away but you pulled on his arm.

“wait, don’t go. i want you to stay. please.”

“y/n, i-“

“please, harry?” he sighed as he went to lay next to you. although he wouldn’t admit it, harry was tired too, and would gladly to sleep next to you.

you both laid in silence, staring at the ceiling. suddenly you turned to face him and spoke,

“harry?”

“yeah?”

“i’m gonna tell you a secret, okay?”

“uhm, alright.”

“… i lov-“ then the door burst open. i’m kidding.

“… i love you.” harry’s heart sped up as he heard your words.

“y/n… you’re drunk.”

“but i mean it, harry! plus, drunken words are sober thoughts. i’ve… been in love with you since 4th year.”

“you don’t love me, y/n.” harry said in denial.

“what?! yes, i do! how could you tell me what i feel for you!” your voice started to break. “if you don’t love me back just say it.” your words ended in a quiet sob.

harry realized you were crying and that’s when it hit him. she’s telling the truth. but i was a total dick! he turned around and put a hand on your face.

“no- wait. i do. i do love you. more than anything. i- i just didn’t realize you were telling the truth because i never thought it was possible you would ever love me like i love you.” at that point you were crying happy tears. mostly because you were drunk but also because of harry’s words.

you kissed him passionately, releasing all your neglected emotions into it. you pulled away and smiled at each other. harry wiped the tears from your face.

“you better get some rest, love. you’re in for a rough morning tomorrow.” you nodded as you settled your head in between harry’s neck and chest and almost instantly fell asleep. harry kissed your forehead, sweetly. “goodnight, darling.”

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Just Fishing

Anthony Mackie X Daughter!Reader

Summary: You didn't know you were making memories. You thought you were just drownin' worms and killin' time nothing too ambitious.

Warnings: Fluff, mediocre writing(happens everytime I start writing for someone new oof)

Song: Just Fishin' by Trace Adkins

A/n: It's been a hot minute since I've written a song fic. Also I haven't written for Anthony that much but I saw the interview where he talks about liking fishing and wanting to take Sebastian fishing so I felt this song is perfect.

I'm lost in her there holdin' that pink rod and reel

She's doin' almost everything but sittin' still

Talkin' 'bout her ballet shoes and training wheels

And her kittens

Your 5 years old, no siblings just yet but you couldn't find a care. You had all of your dad's attention, especially when the two of you went fishing.

"Daddy, can you teach me how to ride my bike without training wheels?" You asked sitting on a dock, in a fold-up chair in your favorite color, and holding a Cinderella fishing rod.

"Of course pumpkin." Anthony smiled at you. Anthony hoped you never grew up, stayed his little girl, that you'd never stop wanting to go fishing with him. He couldn't stop looking at you as you shuffled int our seat rambling about the new kitten you friend got, or how much fun you had in your ballet class yesterday. He hung onto every word knowing one day you'd grow up.

"Daddy! I think I got a bite!" You said pulling and reeling in the fishing rode. It snapped him from his thoughts as he helped you reel in the fish.

And she thinks we're just fishin'

"Good job pumkin" He smiled having you up the fish so he could take a photo to show your mom. Then he helped you release the fish back into the lake.

"Thank you daddy."

I say, "Daddy loves you, baby" one more time

She says, "I know, I think I've got a bite"

And all this laughin', cryin, smilin' dyin' here inside's

What I call, livin'

"Daddy loves you munchkin." He smiled at you. You looked up at him with a smile.

"I know!" You said happily as you leaned back in your chair. Your answer incited a chuckled from him.

"Oh you know that do you pumpkin?" He smiled at you.

"Yep! You've told me like a gazillion times!" You laughed. He smiled ruffling your hair making you glare at him. "Your messing up the pigtails mommy did for me!"

"I'm sorry will you forgive me." He asked you and cheeky smile on his face. You looked at him suspiciously for a second.

"Fine." He smile at you.

"Come here Fishy." He patted his lap. You sat on his lap and he smirked hugging you tight and messing with your hair again.

"Daddy!" You whined slapping his hands away pouting. He smiled apologizing again before handing you your fishing rod again so the two of you could keep fishing.

"I love you pumpkin."

"You just said that daddy." You giggled.

And she thinks we're just fishin' on the riverside

Throwin' back what we could fry

Drownin' worms and killin' time

Nothin' too ambitious

"Get your stuff we're going fishing." Your dad said to you from where you were sitting in your room playing with toys. You perked up immediately, you quickly ran to you closet to get a pair of worn out tennis shoes that it wouldn't matter if they got muddy.

"Ready!" You said you had the biggest smile on your face and were holding your fishing rod. He smiled at you taking the fishing rod and tossing it in the trunk of his car. He helped you into your car seat before.

"Bye babe!" He waves to your mom who was standing outside the house, she's five months pregnant so Anthony is trying to spend as much time with you before the baby is born. He knows it'll be hard on you when the baby is born since you're currently an only child

"Bye, mommy!" You waved to her. She smiled waving back. Soon you were at your favorite fishing spot. He set up the chairs and put the bait on your fishing rod.

"How's school been lately?" He asked you. You were 6 years old so you were in first grade.

"It's great! Next week is show and tell! I want to bring my teddy bear." You told him keeping your eyes on the lake.

"That's cool." He smiled.

"Yeah. My teacher Mrs. Kenneth is really nice! She gives us candy!" You said excitedly. "We have a class pet named Chip! He's a hamster but he's never awake during class."

"I think hamsters are nocturnal."

"Nocter- what?" You looked at him confused.

"It means they sleep during the day and are awake at night." He explained.

"Like bats! Cool!" You said happily.

"Yeah like bats." He chuckled patting you shoulder.

She ain't even thinkin' 'bout

What's really goin' on right now

But I guarantee this memory's a big'in

And she thinks we're just fishin'

"Hey pumpkin! Do you mind if Sebastian comes fishing with us today?" Anthony asked walking into your room. You were digging through you closet trying to find your fishing rod.

"I don't care." You said not looking up. You couldn't believe you lost a fishing rod that's the same height as your 5-year-old brother. Your six years old than him, so eleven.

"Your fishing rod is already in the car kiddo." He assured you. You looked at him and glared.

"And you didn't tell me! Meanie." You pouted grabbing sunglasses and walking past him to where Sebastian was waiting in your living room. "Seb dad is meanie! He didn't tell me he put my fishing rod in his car! I thought I lost it." You told your dad's best friend as you pouted.

"Anthony! Why didn't you tell her?" Sebastian feigned offense making you laugh.

"Woah now your teaming up against me?!" Anthony frowned.

"Yep." You smiled. Anthony laughed ruffling your hair.

"Dad." You scolded fixing you hair.

"Come on let's go fishy." Anthony smiled as you blushed from the nickname.

"Daad." You drew out the word.

"Well are we ready now?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah!" You said happily.

She's already pretty, like her mama is

Gonna drive the boys all crazy

Give her daddy fits

And I better do this every chance I get

'Cause time is tickin'

(Yeah it is)

He sat outside your school. He's been away filming for a little while so you have seen him in quite some time, other then on video calls. You didn't know he came home today he was surprising you. You were talking to who he assumed to be a friend. Until the other kid leaned forward moving your hair out of you face. He saw you giggle and blush. He sighed now realizing just how much you've grown. Having crushes and not even noticing he's waiting for you.

"Y/n!" He shouted you turned your face lighting up seeing him. You ran over hugging him, your friend making their way over. "Hey pumpkin how was school?" Anthony asked you.

"It was great! This is my friend Cameron!" You told your dad smiling.

"Nice to meet you!" Cameron said smiling.

"Nice to meet you too kid."

"I thought you were filming?" You asked smiling.

"Finished early so I came straight home to take you fishing!"

"Cool! Can Cameron come?" You asked not noticing how his gaze faltered. You used to hate people coming with on your fishing trips, your brothers, mom, Sebastian, and Chris being the exceptions.

"It's fine with me, we just have to ask their parents." Anthony decided. You and your friend squealed happily before running over to who he had to assume to be Cameron's grandma.

"Gram can I go fishing with Y/n and her dad?"

"Pretty please!" You added.

"As long as it's alright with her dad." She smiled.

"It's fine with me." Anthony agreed.

"Well, I don't see why not then! Let's trade numbers, cause I only have your wife's number right now" the grandma said smiling.

And she thinks we're just fishin' on the riverside

Throwin' back what we could fry

Drownin' worms and killin' time

Nothin' too ambitious

You sighed looking at the framed photo on the wall of your dad's home. It was of you and him the biggest smiles on your faces as you help up your very first fish. You were probably 4 in it, it's been about 13 years since then, so your almost 17. You haven't gone fishing in a while but then again it was only March so it was a bit cold to fish any way.

Anthony left last week to film a movie but you left your favorite hoodie, and your brother left a book he needed for school at his house the week before. Luckily you had a key so you stopped by. The walls were covered in photos of you and your brothers, a few of him with friends or his parents. You smiled looking at a photo of you and your brothers by the river bed, your youngest brother had insisted on using your old fishing rod despite your dad buying him a brand new one just the day before. Your oldest brother was in the background of the photo about to fall of his chair because of a fish.

You went up the stair peeling your eyes from the wall. You made it to your room grabbing your hoodie from the chair before hurrying to your brother's room. Grabbing the book before you ran down the stairs straight to the kitchen. You peaked in the fridge grabbing soda then you went to the cabinet to grabbed some cookies. Your phone rang and you looked ddown seeing it was your dad. You forgot he had cameras set up, so he was probably watching you.now the cameras are only in the main living areas, living room, kitchen, dining room, hallway. The usual places.

"Hey dad." You said happily.

"I saw you were stealing my oreos." Anthony said with amusement clear in his tone.

"Is that why you have cameras to make sure no one steals your oreos?" You asked laughing.

"That and to make sure you don't try throwing any parties." He teased causing you to roll your eyes .

"Mhm. I miss you." You said closing the cupboard and making your way to your car.

"I miss you too munchkin but I'll be home in just a couple of months!" He assured. You mumbled incoherently. "Fishy don't cry." He teased.

"I'm not gonna cry." You laughed starting your car.

"Liar. Did you remember to lock the door?"

"Yeees." You said hurrying out of your car and to the door locking it.

"I saw that."

"Creep." You scoffed getting back into the car.

"Okay I got to get back to filming Kiddo, tell your brothers I said hi." He said.

"Bye dad I love you."

"Love you too, drive safely."

But I guarantee this memory's a big'in

She ain't even thinkin' 'bout

What's really goin' on right now

And she thinks we're just fishin

Ah college the time for growing up and being away from your parents. You've been there a month and you were homesick. Nothing you loved was here, no fishing, no little brothers who you used to claim you hated, no dad to cheer you up when you were sad, no mom with great advice.

Sure you were sharing a dorm with your best friend, and you called your family every night but you were counting down the days until Thanksgiving. Your phone began ringing, you looked at the textbook you had been studying then at your phone. Your dad's smiling face was on the screen. You yawned answering it.

"Hey munchkin!"

"Hey dad I'm studying but I guess I'll take a break for you." You said dramatically.

"Just for me! Oh thank you." He joked.

"Whatever. How are you dad?"

"I'm doing great! How are you pumpkin?"

"I'm okay. I really miss you guys though." You mumbled in the phone resting your head on the desk.

"Good news for you I'm filming a movie close by!" He said happily.

"Really? Your not just messing with me?"

"Nope I'll be there in a couple weeks!"

"That's amazing!" That day, even after you got off the phone with your dad, your smile couldn't be broken. True to his word he was in the next city over in two weeks. It definitely made you less homesick.

She ain't even thinkin' 'bout

What's really goin' on right now

But I guarantee this memory's a big'in

And she thinks we're just fishin'

Yeah, aw, she thinks we're just fishin'

We ain't only fishin'

(This ain't about fishin')

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MONTERO (Short Bonten! Scenario)

What happens when you're the new recruit and the only woman in Bonten.

warning ✁ suggestive content, slight cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs. third person pov. fem!reader. Bonten Men !! Short scenario.

a/n ✁ uhh im just gonna leave it here bye.

wc ✁ 1.6k

ost ✁ Montero by Lil Nas X (pink fonts are lyric references to the song)

For a moment she’d forgotten how she got roped in the situation she was in now. Slightly intoxicated yet she felt more in control than she’d ever been. She smiled as she felt warm hands on her ass, allowing herself to be pulled.

She only briefly remembers receiving a text from Akashi indicating a time and place. It was a famous club in downtown Tokyo and it was set at a later time of the night. She knew she was going to get dressed. She’d only been part of Bonten for a week, as per Akashi’s recommendation, and she could already tell they were an expensive bunch.

She had her long hair tucked in a neat bun, a black coat covering her body while sporting a fresh makeup look. She was decent enough, but she brought extra paraphernalias just in case she’d need them.

Hours passed by and they were now on the upper deck of the club overlooking the crowd, hectic laser lights and constant color shift filling in the venue along with the loud booming of trap music. She still didn’t know what their course of action was but she knew this was an urgent mission. With Akashi, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Ran, and Rindou, basically the majority of the important Bonten figures present, this mission was definitely something that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

This was her first mission, she wasn’t an executive but Akashi made the point to make her tag along. She was being tested, she suspected. She was about to ask when Akashi beat her to it, he was leaning into the railings with a fresh lit cigarette at hand.

“I had an informant of mine saying that crucial information about Bonten was being sold to our biggest rival gangs in Tokyo. And no, there was no mole this time. Information was stolen from us by a notorious hacker. It was said that he was selling it for a considerably expensive price. We couldn’t do anything stupid like attacking him in his own base because a few clicks could mean Bonten’s demise. So I heard that he was going to do the exchange an hour from now. What we’re looking for is a small flash drive, it was said that it’s the only copy to exist that he made. The outcome of this mission could mean the rise or fall of Bonten.” Akashi said in a casual manner, he was now halfway done with his cigarette.

“That’s him.” Sanzu pointed to a guy in the middle of a crowd. It was a lanky guy in a worn out band tee, dark flannel jacket and black skinny jeans.

“Him?” she couldn’t help blurt out but she was positive she could take him out in hand-to-hand combat. The guy looked clearly out of place considering he was like a boy undergoing puberty eyeing every woman he could lay his gaze on, awkwardly nodding as he took a sip of his drink. She was getting secondhand embarrassment just by looking at him.

“Don’t be fooled, he may seem harmless but he’s smart enough to hire guards around him. Getting close to him will not be easy.” Ran pointed around a bunch of beefed up men not too far from the hacker, blending right into the crowd.

“Besides, creating casualties in a crowd like this is not ideal.” Rindou added.

“Best route of action is to wait till he gets out of the club, and beat the other gang to it. Then we’ll have dollface over here, take the drive and make a run for it.” Koko said as he looked at her with his usual smug expression.

“So your plan is to wait for how many ungodly hours and make me an errand girl? Well that’s fucking sexist.” She said trying not to lose her composure, talk about workplace discrimination.

“You got a better plan?” Sanzu loomed over her, his pills having been taking effect considering he was starting to get maniacal and chaotic by the minute.

“Actually, I do.” She said as she started taking her bun and letting her long hair loose. She then took off her coat revealing a black corset mesh mini dress, hugging her figure tightly. “And I'll bet you I can do it in less than three minutes.” She was now applying a crimson shade of lipstick that she pulled out from her purse, she was right about needing her paraphernalia, instantly transforming her fresh glam into a sultry one.

“Yeah right.” Sanzu scoffed. She then shoved her coat and purse into Rindou’s empty arms. Rindou was about to protest because he thought she was going to jeopardize the mission but Ran held him back, he wanted to see how this one plays out.

She was already downstairs blending in the crowd, she was gonna need liquid luck if she wanted to be believable. She downed three shots of vodka before she took one look at her new superiors as if to say “watch me”. That was when Montero by Lil Nas X played and the entire mood of the dancefloor shifted as the smoke machines and lights made the atmosphere more alluring. With smoke filling the air as the lights faded out into purple red blue hues, oh she was in the zone.

I caught it bad yesterday

You hit me with a call to your place

Ain't been out in a while anyway

Was hopin' I could catch you throwin' smiles in my face

It hadn’t been a minute since she downed the vodka but she could feel her body heating up. She was swaying her hips delicately, instantly catching the attention of beautiful strangers around her. She had to gather up momentum if she didn’t want to be suspected.

Romantic talkin'? You don't even have to try

You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight

She let herself be the center of intoxicated strangers, her plan was to make him notice her. It wasn’t long till she caught the hacker’s attention, all she had to do was make him long for her.

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way

Call me when you want, call me when you need

Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like

She never broke eye contact as she continued exchanging body heat with strangers. Swaying off synching into the beat of the song. She had her way of making the man focus on her. Teasing as if she was challenging him to be brave and get closer.

With a different man’s hands around her, she wanted him to feel envious of what was in front of him. That’s when he took the bait, he took one last sip of his drink as if to say fuck it. She knew she was winning the moment he let his guard down. He made his way to her, she was trying to suppress her laughter as she thought of how the alcohol he consumed made him feel that he was desired by a woman like her.

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm, mmm

For a moment she’d forgotten how she got roped in the situation she was in now. Slightly intoxicated yet she felt more in control than she’d ever been. She smiled as she felt warm hands on her ass, allowing herself to be pulled. She played along, taking his lead, she definitely wasn’t raising any alarms. He was a terrible dancer, she thought. All he had going on was groping her intimate parts of the body. Just a bit more, she continued grinding on the man behind her, feeling him. In the corner of her eyes she could see the executives. Ran, Kokonoi and Sanzu were amused. Akashi still bearing the same neutral look as he smoked another cigarette. Rindou, on the other hand, was shocked at the display. It was near the end of the song when she knew she had to start wrapping things up.

For the finale, she thought she’d surprise them even more by turning around and pulling the guy into a deep kiss.

Oh, call me by your name (mmm, mmm, mmm)

Tell me you love me in private

His hands still on her ass, she decided to take advantage of the situation as she delicately slipped her hands in one of his pockets till she thought BINGO, she’d found the motherload.

Call me by your name (mmm, mmm, mmm)

I do not care if you lyin'

As she broke off the kiss, the man felt like he was still in trance. It took him a moment to realize she was slowly pulling away. He opened his eyes, she gave him one last flirtatious look before she disappeared into the crowd.

Well I'm just feelin', mm-uh

I wanna get, mm-uh

I'm in my, into my, uh

I'm mm, mm

I'm still, mm, mm-mm

The entire time the executives were definitely taken aback from the sudden explicit display.

Seconds later, she was back in the upper decks with the rest of the executives with the guy's scent still lingering. She handed the flash drive to Akashi, who this time had a satisfied look.

“With 30 seconds to spare,” She said to Sanzu. She then took her coat and purse from Rindou, who was just as confused as he was intrigued. She then wrapped her coat back to her body.

"And that is how you handle men, gentlemen" Kokonoi and Ran let out an amused chuckle.

“My my, I don’t know where you found her but I think she’s going to be useful.” Ran said to Akashi.

“As expected.” Akashi simply replied.

The men all made a mental note not to let their guard down around her, despite being an asset, the way she lures men is alarming for them.

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Do You Trust Me?

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Summary: When Lenora finds out she’s pregnant and another girl turns up pregnant and murdered, Arvin and Y/N take matters into their own hands. 

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Sexual Assualt, Teen Pregnancy, Cursing, Mentions of Rape, Bullying, Dark Religious Themes, Talk of Abortion  DO NOT READ IF THESE BOTHER YOU (Very similar things to the movie)

Word Count: 7000

A/N: So Lenora doesn’t die in this but that part is instead replaced by the Reaster girl being found dead (I named her Jeanette... I didn’t remember if they gave her a first name)

A/N 2: I know I’m writing characters that exist already but like I feel like I’m going to Hell for writing this. Any other Christians feel that way about liking the movie?

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Secrets were hard to keep in such a small town as Coal Creek. Everyone knew everyone and if one person saw something, the whole town knew about it by next morning. That’s why Lenora had kept her secrets with Reverend Teagarden from all except you. Other than Arvin, you were her only friend in the world. It felt nice to have another girl to talk to because as much as she loved her brother, it was nothing like having a sister. Though you weren’t related, just friends from school, it was the closest thing she had. 

The two of you had bonded over the harassment from boys at school. Unlike Lenora, you had no problem dishing back threats and abuse. You were more like Arvin in that sense, not always terrified that the Lord was going to smite you for defending yourself. You and Arvin were close too because of it. 

The day you two met, he’d gone to pick Lenora up from school one day to find the two of you cornered out back by Dinwoodie and his boys. They called Lenora ugly, as per their daily routine, and said they wouldn’t fuck her with a bag on a her head. Tommy Matheson had a paper bag held over her face, holding her down while she squirmed. 

“There ain’t nothing alive that would willingly let you touch them, Dinwoodie!” You spat while Orville Buckman held you back, his arms wrapped around your body, keeping your arms . pinned to your side, “You’re a vile thing. Hell, I’m sure a dead pig wouldn’t let you fuck it.” 

Dinwoodie spun around and blew a hard smack across your face, “Lenora here ain’t much different than that. But you on the other hand, I’d take you whether you wanted it or not. I like a girl with a dirty mouth. And lucky you, I won’t make you wear the bag.” 

He fisted your hair and pulled your face close to him, trying to force a kiss from you but spat in his face, a massive drip of saliva landing in his eyes and smaller particles spewed across his lips. “You nasty bi-” Gene Dinwoodie reared back, ready to hit you again when suddenly Arvin came out of nowhere, sending a solid blow straight into Gene’s face, sending him flying to the ground with a crack. 

Orville let you go to go after Arvin and Tommy did the same to Lenora. You ran over to her and pulled the bag from her head, seeing evidence of her silent tears all over her face. Once you saw she was okay though, you ran over to help Arvin, who had found himself dragged to the ground by the three boys. Lenora got up too, screaming for them to stop. 

“Stop!” You yelled, pulling at Gene’s arms to try and get him to stop kicking Arvin. He shoved you back harshly by the chest but you caught yourself, returning with a sharp blow to his face with your locked fist. 

The enraged boy smacked you even harder than before, sending your ass to the ground with thud that you knew would leave a bruise. Your hands and knees got skinned up as you skid slightly on the pavement. Lenora kept pulling on the boys too, begging them to stop but to no avail. 

“Ha, sister fucker!” The three of them called out to Arvin before leaving the three of you alone. 

“Are you okay?” You asked the boy that you hadn’t met before, who was curled up in a ball on the ground and holding his stomach. He groaned in response, trying to push himself up but requiring your assistance. “Thank you for what you did back there. I’m sorry this happened.” 

He stretched, flinching at the slight movement. He sent a small nod towards you but then turned towards Lenora, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, Lenora.” Words couldn’t describe the guilt he felt for allowing this to happen. 

“It-it’s okay, Arvin. It wasn’t that bad this time. Y/N here took the brunt of it, unfortunately.” Lenora turned to you, “‘M sorry about that, by the way. You didn’t need to step in for me.” 

You had stood up about the same time Arvin did, brushing as much of the dirt off your bleeding and scraped up knees as you could without flinching, “Those guys are ass holes, Lenora. I did need to.” 

Lenora piped up, “Oh, um, Y/N, this is my brother Arvin. Arvin, this is Y/N. She just moved here.” 

“It’s nice to meet ya.” You greeted the boy with a pained smile, your face hurting from the blows you’d just taken. 

Arvin nodded, “You too.” He paused for a moment, “Can I give you a ride home? I don’t need them boys catching up with you again on the ride home. Besides, your face is getting mighty red. I might have something back at my house to keep it from bruising up too bad.” 

You looked over at Lenora, sending her a questioning look, like asking if you could trust this boy who had just come to your rescue, which may have seemed like an odd inquiry to have since he just tried to take on the guys harassing you, but your encounters with boys in this town hadn’t gone all too well thus far. The girl looked unfazed though with almost a hint of excitement that you could possibly be going to her home. 

“Um, yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.” You tucked a messy strand of hair behind your ear before looking back up at Arvin to see that he was already staring at you. 

That was months ago. You’d gotten settled into Coal Creek by now and the abuse from Dinwoodie had stopped entirely after Arvin had gone full vigilante to beat the shit out of them all. Speaking of Arvin, the day he saved you and Lenora, he asked you on a date and the pair of you had been going steady ever since. If there was ever a couple to not be fucked with, the town had learned it was you two. 

This weekend, you’d gone over to the Russel’s home for supper at their Grandma’s invitation. It was delicious, as usual, as that woman had the God-given ability to produce miracles in that kitchen. As you all finished up, Uncle Earskell asked Arvin to help with something upstairs so he left without a second thought to help his kin. 

Lenora had been looking at you funny all night, as if trying to catch your eye. After helping Grandma (which she insisted you call her as well) clean up supper, Lenora pulled you off to the side, “Y/N, let’s go on a walk. I need to tell you something.” 

The weight in her eyes told you how serious this was so you just nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s go.” 

She grabbed a lantern on her way out the door and towards the barn. It was already dark, despite only being seven in the evening. Lenora led you out there and then closed the door before sitting on the hay. “So what is it?” You asked nervously. Normally, you would have made a joke but something told you that this wasn’t a joking matter. Anxiety buzzed all around her. 

“Y’know the new pastor? Preston Teagarden?” Lenora began, wringing her hands together and beginning to hide under her long red hair. 

You nodded, the question having an obvious answer as everyone, including your God fearing Mama and Aunt, went to church every Sunday. “What about ‘im?” 

“Well… um… y’see. We… we had sex.” She whispered the last word like it was the dirtiest thing she could fathom saying. 

Your eyes blew wide and your mouth dropped open, “You what?” You whispered back in shock. 

“Shh!” She held her finger up to her lips, “He said that to bear yourself as God made his first children was to truly turn yourself to Him.” 

You were having a difficult time processing this new information. Arvin and you had both agreed that there was something off about that new preacher since the first day you met him but you wouldn’t have guessed it was anything like this. “Lenora, that makes no sense. God sees everything. He’s already seen you in your birthday suit. He doesn’t need the preacher to see it too.” 

Part of you felt bad for the way you were reacting, especially when you saw the way your best friend shrunk back a little in embarrassment. Clearly, he’d manipulated her into getting what he wanted, using her faith as a weapon for her sexual exploitation, but of course she didn’t see it like that because his words were specifically tailored to get her to believe him. Now as you said these things, though, it was becoming clearer to Lenora that she had been manipulated. 

“That’s not all…” She continued. 

You held her arm gently, “What is it?” 

Her eyes got wide with fear, “You can’t tell anyone okay? You gotta promise.” Her hand covered yours, gripping tightly to ensure that you grasped the severity of the situation. 

You swallowed hard, honestly scared by her reactions to whatever was happening. This wasn’t like sweet, simple, calm Lenora. Nonetheless, you nodded, “I promise.” 

“I think I’m pregnant.” 

You actually choked, “What? Are you sure?” This was bad. This was so bad. 

Her eyes began to well up with guilty tears, “Yeah, I am. I was pretty sick a few weeks back. Couldn’t eat nothin’ cause I kept throwin’ up. And I haven’t had that time of the month in  two months.” 

“Two months, Lenora? Shit…” You whispered, leaning back against the hay. Even before moving to Coal Creek, you came from a small town in Pennsylvania where this had happened to a few girls. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon in that particular town. Your daddy had been a doctor before he died so you’d seen more than a few cases of teenage pregnancy. For Lenora, though, this was practically unheard of. Good Christian girls don’t have babies before marriage. “Did you tell ‘im?” 

Lenora’s breath shook, “Yeah ‘nd he said I was crazy and delusional. Just imaginin’ things. Said we never did nothin’ in the car. Then he said that I had to get rid of the baby or I’d be branded as the town whore with a bastard son. Even said it’d kill Grandma from the shame of it all if anyone found out.” 

“That is not true, Lenora. None of it. You’re not a whore and it would be best for everyone if that baby inside you was a bastard. That disgusting man isn’t fit to walk the Earth we live on, let alone be a father.” It felt like the blood was rushing through your veins with full force, internally panicking about the situation. This was a big deal and, unfortunately, you weren’t sure if Lenora was emotionally capable enough to handle it alone. She’d always been quiet and lonely and an easy target for cruel people. “Are you keepin’ it?” 

Her breathing shuddered as if she’d started crying, “I can’t kill the baby inside me and go on livin’ with that. But I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared,Y/N.” Lenora threw her arms around you and you held her as her body rattled against yours. 

“Shh, you got me, alright? Me and Arvin. And I’m sure Grandma wouldn’t be ashamed if she knew what Teagarden did to you.” You insisted but she shook her head. 

“You must think I’m stupid for believin’ that man.” She sat up wiping her eyes with her sleeve. 

“No! I do not think you’re stupid at all. That monster took advantage of you, told you things to make you believe that his dirty, lustful thoughts were vindicated by the Lord. And he’s going to fucking pay.” You were furious now as you began to stand up, unsure of exactly what you’d do but you knew you were gonna do it. 

Lenora grabbed your arm and pulled you back down, “No! Wait! Please-” 

“What’s going on here?” Arvin opened the door with a concerned face. 

Both you and Lenora jumped at his sudden intrusion but were even more nervous about what he’d heard. 

“How much did you hear?” Lenora asked her brother, rubbing her hands on her thighs. 

He walked in and slammed the door shut behind him, kneeling down in front of you and his sister, “That someone took advantage of you and Y/N was gonna make ‘im pay. Now what happened? What’s going on?” 

This was one of the things that you’d always loved about Arvin. He had this protective nature over what he loved, ready to do anything to keep his loved ones safe, whether that was his sister, his girlfriend, or his grandmother. His brown eyes held so much sincerity and understanding for his younger sister but also fear for what had been done to her. 

When she didn’t respond right away, Arvin looked over to you with questioning desperate eyes but you chewed your lip, knowing that it wasn’t your secret to tell. Instead, you looked back over to Lenora sadly and nudged her slightly. 

“C-can you say? Please? I don’t wanna say it again.” Lenora begged you quietly, avoiding eye contact with Arvin. Though you could never truly know she felt, you tried to understand all the emotions that must have been running through her. 

Arvin met your eyes, begging you to tell him what had happened. “She’s pregnant. It’s that Reverend Teagarden’s baby. Said that he told her that the only way to get close to God was to show him her in the form of Adam and Eve. But now he’s saying that she’s delusional and that it’s not his.” 

Arvin’s temper flamed inside his chest. That explained the Reverend’s intense sermon about delusion this last Sunday. Nobody did this to his sister and got away with it. “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking ki-” 

“Arvin please-” Lenora tried to calm him but it was a weak attempt, still trying to stay quiet so Grandma wouldn’t notice.

“No, I’ll end his life for what he did to you.” 

You watched your boyfriend reel around, hands holding onto his hat. He was livid, understandably so. 

Lenora wasn’t quite sure why she wanted to protect Preston Teagarden after what he’d done to her but she thinks it’s that she was more concerned for her brother. Besides, no matter what Teagarden had done, did he really deserve to die for it? 

“We don’t have to hurt him,” You spoke to your boyfriend, “If she wants, she can just have the baby and we’ll help raise it.” 

“But he said it’s not his and that I’ll just be considered some no-good whore. He said it’ll kill Grandma. I don’t want to kill Grandma.” She was almost crying again at the thought of their grandmother ending up six feet under because of the shame of having her as a granddaughter. 

“He said that?!” Arvin nearly yelled. 

“But what if he’s right?” Lenora thought out loud, “I couldn’t live with myself if I got rid of the baby but I can’t risk killing Grandma. Maybe it would be better if I were dead-” 

“No!” You and Arvin both said firmly in unison. You held her hand tight and Arvin knelt down again. 

He swiped his thumb comfortingly across the back of her hands, “Don’t you ever say that. We have both already lost too damn much to lose each other too, ya hear me?” 

Lenora nodded, tears falling down her cheeks when she closed her eyes. 

“Why can’t we just ruin him? You can have the baby and let everyone know what he did. Everyone will know that he’s the father and it’ll destroy his life.” Arvin suggested, all of the miserable ways this could end for the man twisting his heart in sadistic pleasure. 

You shook your head though, “No, they won’t. It’s different for girls in small towns like this. Doesn’t matter what happened, you’re still the dirty no good whore, even if you were raped. The man is treated like a victim for even having the inkling of an accusation brought up.” After a few minutes, you suggested, “Why don’t we run off. We’ll all go to a new town, somewhere where nobody knows none of us. We’ll tell ‘em that your husband died in the war, leaving you with the baby. I’ll go with. I’ll help you raise it.” 

She shook her head, “But what about Grandma and Uncle Earskell?” She did have a point. They were both getting on in age and would need more help than they already did. 

You all sat in silence for a few moments, brainstorming ideas of what to do. Eventually, Arvin looked at his sister, “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

The three of you went back to the house for the rest of the night, knowing that everyone would be getting suspicious if you were out any longer. 

The three of you kept the secret quiet, barely even speaking about it to each other. You’d been doing as much research on babies in the libraries at school, which earned you quite a few disapproving looks from people who assumed that you and Arvin were expecting. You were serious when you said that you had every intention of helping Lenora and so was Arvin. 

Weeks had gone by with relatively no news. Well, that’s what the town thought at least. After finding out about what the Reverend had done to Lenora, Arvin had told you about his plan to watch him. 

The pair of you had spent several afternoons staked out near the church, watching as he went to the place of worship and then left at night. But then you started noticing a frequent visitor. Jeanette Reaster. The pair would drive off to a little secluded field and, sure enough, Teagarden would have his way with her. Though you couldn’t hear what was said, it was clear that they’d been praying beforehand before she submitted to him fully. Now, you knew Jeanette Reaster and, much like Lenora, she was the last person you’d imagine having premarital sex for the fear of being struck down by God. Whatever this man had said to them must have been real convincing. 

“Piece of shit…” Arvin leaned forward against the steering wheel of his car while you sat beside him. You both watched on as the Reverend laid the girl down and began his assault of falsely “holy” acts. 

For respect of Jeanette, you both looked away during the actual act but when you saw her ride off, Teagarden got out of his car, a bunch of fabric in his hands and sniffed them as he watched her. “That fucking perv. How does nobody know about this?” You asked, disgusted. Reaster was a good girl. She didn’t deserve this abuse. 

“We know about it.” Arvin said, putting the car in reverse, “And that’s enough.” Less than a week later, word got out that Jeanette Reaster had run off. Grandma had told Arvin and Lenora that her mother had said to her privately that Jeanette left a note saying that she was pregnant but the father refused to believe that he was the father. To spare her family the shame, she ran away and begged them to just say that they had no idea what had happened to her. That’s what her parents intended to do for their daughter’s sake but had entrusted Grandma with the secret just so they had somebody to talk to about it.

The day after she disappeared, they found her body on the side of the road just a few towns over. Nobody had any idea of what had happened except for you and Arvin. Both of you were convinced that Teagarden had murdered her to keep his secret from getting out. 

The anger that was held between you and Arvin both was unparalleled. In part, you both felt partially responsible for her death. If only you’d said something, maybe you could have saved her. But neither of you even knew she was pregnant. That monster did to her exactly what he had probably planned to do to Lenora. 

“We have to set things right.” Arvin said, sitting in his car one night with you in the woods, “That girl is dead and I can’t help but feel like it’s on me.” His head hung sadly, the weight of another death weighing on his heart. 

You shifted sideways in the seat, your jeans rubbing against the vinyl car seats. You placed a hand gingerly on his cheek, “This is not your fault. This is the evil of a wicked man.” 

“A girl is dead, Y/N. He got her pregnant and murdered her. He got Lenora pregnant and tried to convince her she was crazy. He’s taking advantage of innocent girls out here and then tying up the loose ends.” Arvin sat there, so much hurt behind his brown eyes. Then an idea dawned on him, “Do you trust me?” 

The question took you off guard and it showed but you answered honestly, “Yes.” 

** 

Perhaps being quieter in church was for the best for this particular scenario. You’d never been as religious as the rest of your family or the rest of the town, for that matter. But this morning, you found yourself on your knees by your bedside. “Lord, please forgive the things that I am about to do. Please understand that I do this with the best intentions of protecting every other girl to cross paths with Preston Teagarden and to avenge the death of Jeanette Reaster. I pray that you please forgive Arvin as well as I know he is a man with nothing but good and love in his heart. In Jesus’ holy name, amen.” 

Almost on cue, your mom knocked on the door to see you on your knees, “Arvin is out front waiting for you.” She announced with a warm smile, noticing your outfit, “You look nice, sweetie! Since when do you clean up all cute for that boy?” She teased, a loving smile on her face as you smoothed out your yellow dress that hung just below your knees. The sleeves were tight and went about halfway down your biceps. It was far from revealing with a neckline that stopped just below your collarbones but it still was tight enough to accentuate the shape of your concealed breasts. A brown belt was tied around your waist, showing off your figure. 

“Yeah, well I figured that for once I might as well dress up and do something nice.” The lie slipped out smoothly despite the racing of your heart in your chest. 

She pulled you in for a hug, “Well you tell Arvin that I want you back by nine tonight! I’ll be going over to Mrs. Hadderson’s for quilting today, just so you know, in case I’m not home when you get back.” 

You picked up your bag and pulled her into a side hug, “Alright, Mama. Love you!” You hollered, running out the door. Arvin was dressed normally, just his blue jeans and t-shirt, but he still looked great as always. 

When you slid into the passenger seat of his car, he perked up and looked over at you, “Not used to seeing you like this on any day but Sunday.” He attempted to joke but found it difficult considering what the two of you were planning on doing. 

After driving a ways down the road, he asked, “Are you sure you want to be a part of this? Because I can drop you off with Lenora and I’ll take care of this myself.” 

Looking over at him to see his eyes scanning your face for signs of hesitation, you placed your hand on his leg, “I’m not letting you do this alone.” 

Not too deep down, Arvin felt terrible for allowing you to partake in this. Death had always seemed to follow him wherever he went; he didn’t want you to be stuck with the same curse. The two of you developed a plan but Arvin had created a backup just in case you decided you didn’t want to partake, not that he would blame you. He was terrified beyond belief himself but he’d decided that for the sake of every other girl in this town and any other one’s Teagarden had harmed in the past, he had to do this. 

The only thing making him feel remotely at peace with your involvement was the fact that you weren’t actually doing the killing. You were the diversion, he was the trigger man. Arvin sighed, relenting to the fact that you were in on this, “Did you bring the rope?” He asked, eyes flicking over to you and your bag between glances at the road that moved beneath the wheels of his car. 

You dug around in your little bag and pulled out a small length of rope, a weapon chosen for the lack of clean up. “Got it. You got the gun?” 

Arvin pulled his denim jacket back just enough to show the handle of the Luger that once belonged to his father. This weapon was chosen for its reliability. Once you guys started, you had to finish otherwise he’d tell everyone. 

Before you knew it, the tires were coming to a crunching halt on the rocky sideturn just around the corner from the church. A sudden wave of nausea came over you and you had to breathe deeply to settle it down. “You okay?” Arvin asked, reaching out for you. 

You swallowed hard, “Yeah.” Sweat began to bead up on your brow as a million different images of what could happen in the next few minutes ran through your head. 

Arvin watched as you zoned out on the dashboard and he knew exactly what was going on in your mind. It was the same inner conflict he’d had this morning before picking you up, when he first pocketed the gun.  “Whatever happens today, I need you to know that I love you Y/N.” 

You sucked a quick breath in. Neither of you had ever used the L-word before. Arvin was scared to because he’d lost so many people and the fewer people he loved, that fewer people he could lose. You had just never loved anyone romantically before and were too terrified that maybe you’d say it too early or think you felt it when you really didn’t. With Arvin, though, you knew it. “I love you too, Arvin.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips deeply, wanting nothing more than to stay against his skin for the rest of your lives. But, unfortunately, there was something you had to do first. 

“Remember, just get him to bring you to the field. I will be there waiting. I won’t let anything happen to you, you hear?” Your faces were close together, so close your foreheads almost touched, as he went over the plan one last time, trying to make sure that you knew that you were safe as long as he was around. 

“I know.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile, though it was far from a grin of actual happiness.

Arvin watched as you got out of the car, leaving the small bundle of rope behind, and walked down the dirt driveway to the church. You looked just like someone that pervert would fall head over heels for. There was an innocent sway to your hips and the way you held your bag close to your body screamed insecurity, but the kind of a young girl who doesn’t know how beautiful she is. The funny thing was that this wasn’t something totally out of character for you. Sure, you had a mouth and fist that could dish as much as it could take, and yeah, you and Arvin had been together for almost half a year, but there was still a youthful innocence to you. There was still a brightness in your eyes and a pep in your step, one that hadn’t been beat down by the tragedies of life yet. It was one of the things that Arvin found most attractive about you but it was also one of the things that Preston Teagard would as well. 

The doors of the church were cracked open just slightly when you approached and you could see the Reverend sitting in the pews, reading his Bible, through the gap. Taking one less final deep breath, you pressed the door open and stepped in, the heels of your little white chucks padding against the hardwood. Teagard turned around at the sound, “Why, hello, there.” He greeted warmly. It disgusted you how this man could act no different after knowing what he’d just done but the worst monsters were human. 

“Uh, hi there, Reverend. I’m sorry to bother but I just needed to talk to you about something.” You began, accentuated your Appalachian drawl while trying to make your voice sound as young and innocent as you could. 

He patted the pew beside him, “Well, my child, you’ve come to the right place. That’s what I’m here for. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” 

Skin crawling as you walked, you forced your feet to move towards the man and sit beside him. Right away, his arm stretched behind your shoulders as he sat uncomfortably close. At first, you avoided eye contact, “Well, um, you see, I’ve been… straying from the light and I really want to get right with God.” 

This had to be the first truth you’d told anyone other than Arvin today. You felt too terrible lying in the presence of God so you’d found a way to genuinely get your feelings off your chest while still luring Teagarden into your trap. 

He rubbed his chin and hummed, “The fact that you acknowledge this means you haven’t strayed too far. God always comes back to his flock, even to those little sheepies who’ve gone astray. Why don’t you tell me more.” He urged. 

Your hands squeezed the strap of your bag tightly, “I… I have lustful thoughts sometimes.” 

Preston was lucky he’d had a lot of practice concealing his emotions because he’d be lying if he said that those words didn’t stir something in him, “Now are these just thoughts or have you acted on them?” 

“Oh, just thoughts, Reverend. I’ve never acted on any of them.” You reassured, finally meeting his eyes. They seemed to look at you with such understanding that you could see why Lenora and Jeanette had fallen for him. 

He nodded in approval, “And who are these thoughts about?” 

This was where you’d have to do a bit more lying, “I don’t really want to say.” You blushed bright red. You knew that Preston must have taken this as a sign that it was about him but it wasn’t. Your dirty thoughts never strayed from Arvin. 

Preston looked away and then back down at you, “You’re going with that Russel boy, right?” 

Silently, you nodded, not wanting to incriminate your boyfriend too much in this process of confession. 

“Has he ever touched you?” Preston pressed, his body getting closer to yours inch by inch until your legs were nearly touching. 

The red in your cheeks wasn’t part of the act anymore but genuine. You shook your head, “No, never.” You felt almost panicked at the question. 

“Have you ever touched yourself to these thoughts?” His voice became slower, more cautious as his inquiries got riskier and riskier. 

You found yourself unable to maintain eye contact with him anymore and looked back down at your shoes instead, just shaking your head, “No, I feel too weird. Like it’s a violation or somethin’.” 

Preston looked away, as if considering something, before turning back to you, “Can I show you some place? I find it helps me feel closer to God when I feel like I’m goin’ astray. Perhaps I could help.” 

Hook and sink. He’d fallen right into the trap. With a shy nod, you agreed sweetly, “Yeah, yeah, I’d like that. Is it far?” 

Teagard shook his head, “Oh no, not too far at all. But I’ll drive so we don’t have to walk.” 

Getting him to drive you to the spot was just as easy as you imagined it would be. With a quick glance in the rear view mirror, you noticed a car in the far distance behind you that you immediately recognized as Arvin following. Preston’s car came to a stop in the same field you’d seen him take Jeanette Reaster to a few weeks ago, facing the woods ahead. 

It really was quite peaceful and would have been a pretty sight if you weren’t with a sexual predator. Again, his arm slid around your shoulders and you breathed in deeply, the intense sexual tension making you uncomfortable even though you had every intention of finishing him off before he even got a hand up your skirt. 

“You said that Russel boy has never touched you. Have you ever shown him yourself?” The fact that this man had the nerve to ask you such questions disgusted you beyond belief but you kept up the facade. 

“Like naked?” You clarified, seeing him nod, “No, not naked. We went to the lake one time so he saw me in my bathing suit then but that’s not exactly the same thing.” 

Preston chuckled at your naivety, “No, no, not the same thing at all. You know how you’re supposed to save yourself for marriage to be right with the Lord. But there is nothing that brings you closer back to our heavenly father than to be as Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, the garden of pure paradise.” 

“How is that so?” You cranked up the childlike inquisitive nature as you looked up at him with big doe eyes. 

Preston had to fight the urge to take you here and now, looking at you like this, but he remained strong for the sake of the process. “They were made in his image. We all were but they were his original children. The pure, unaltered image of God himself, before the sin of man tainted it all. By showing yourself in your pure, unaltered image, you bring yourself closer to the light.” 

Your brows furrowed, “But didn’t you just say that premarital sex is a sin?” This may have been jeopardizing your mission but you felt inclined to point out the hypocrisy before you offed the man. 

He nodded, chest falling and rising with a heavy sigh, “It depends on who you’re with. I’m a man of God myself and I like to model myself after Jesus. I’d like to think that makes me an extension of His love and power and therefore an outlet for you to feel safe to do whatever you need to do in order to be right with Him.” 

With a shaky breath, you bit your lip, “Alright. H-how do I-?”

Preston watched as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt and let his mind wander to what else those fingers might be good at. “First, let us pray.” He reached over and held your hand, “Lord, Y/N is showing herself to you. See her Lord, as you made her. She presents herself to you. Give her strength. Amen.” 

“Amen.” You muttered after him, your fingers slowly going to unbutton your dress. This wasn’t how you’d imagined the first time a boy seeing you in your knickers going. In your mind, it had always been on a nice romantic evening with Arvin and a selfish part of you wanted it to stay that way but then you remembered why you were doing what you were doing and sucked down the reservations. At least you weren’t actually losing your virginity to the monster. 

Nervous fingers fuddled with the button for just a moment too long and Teagarden twisted sideways, hands coming to cover yours, “May I?” He offered his assistance. 

Your heart thumped so loud you could hear it but you nodded silently, letting your fingers fall onto your thighs. With deftly skilled fingers, he had your blouse unbuttoned before long and had pushed it off your shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat at this much exposure, your breasts just barely concealed under only the fabric of your bra. Lord, you prayed silently, please let this be over with quickly. 

Your eyes slid closed, trying to imagine that it was Arvin touching you instead of Preston Teagarden but then the mere thought of comparing the two made you sick to your stomach. They were nothing alike. 

A set of chapped lips kissed your forehead gently, then your cheek, and then, finally, your lips. At first, you drew back, but still kept your eyes closed, trying to mask the disgust with untouched hesitance. You forced your body to relax again and Preston took that as a cue to continue with what he was doing, his lips returning to yours. 

Wasting no time, he’d crawled over you until your back was flush against the seat. You placed your hands awkwardly and haphazardly on Preston’s shoulder’s, trying to feign inexperienced confusion. You and Arvin may not have ever gone all the way, but you’d at least gone this far. 

Preston’s lips moved down your neck and your breath got caught in your throat. As much as you hated it, he knew what he was doing. This man knew all the right buttons to push to make a nervous girl submit to his every desire and, though you were well aware of the game he was playing and had zero attraction to him, the physical reactions were almost impossible to stop. Your body shuddered when his stubble, something Arvin lacked, scratched the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes were open wide now, just waiting for your boyfriend to finally show up and save you from this situation. 

Arvin approached the car and slowly and quietly as he could. The windows were up so it wasn’t too big an issue as long as he wasn’t clanging metal but he figured he didn’t want to take any chances. When approached the driver’s window, his heart wrenched and he immediately regretted putting you in this position. 

Preston was on top of you, his hands roaming all around your semi-exposed chest. He knew that you’d never been exposed like that to anyone before and he suddenly felt sick with himself for allowing the first time to be with anyone beside him, let alone Preston fucking Teagard. 

He expected to have to psych himself up for the actual kill, to have to convince himself to do it but when you locked eyes with him, a silent plea to get the man off of you, it came unnervingly natural. With the rope already wrapped around both of his fists, Arvin reached for the handle and threw the door open, looping the rope around Preston’s neck and dragging him back out of the car. Preston’s eyes were wide with shock and fear, “What the fuck?!” He hollered in fear, the words turning to gagging and choking. His hands grasped at the rope but Arvin had it pulled too tightly. 

Preston’s body was kicking against the grass but his neck and head were pressed against Arvin’s chest, who was kneeling in the field. 

“You really thought you could get away with what you did to my Lenora? To that poor Reaster girl you murdered? And then I bet you were willing to do the same to her over there too, huh?” He seethed, notioning over to you with a flick of his chin. 

The reverend tried to say something, anything to defend himself or get himself out of this situation but Arvin never let up so the words came out as disgustingly graphic chokes. You crawled out of the car, not knowing what you could do to help or secure the situation but feeling useless now. 

In a few minutes time, his lips had turned blue and the thrashing of his body had stopped. Arvin finally let up and the body slump into the grass. He crawled back and away from the man who had only moments ago been all over you, touching you. 

That was when he remembered that you were there still. He’d gotten so blinded by rage that he almost blacked out, caught up in the task at hand. But when he looked up, his heart began to beat again and he stood up, rushing to you, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” 

Your face was pale and blank, almost as if you were in shock. Your top was still totally unbuttoned, white modest bra still exposed to the world but you didn’t look like you cared at all. If Arvin was being honest, this wasn’t how he’d pictured seeing you topless for the first time going. He always hoped it would be romantic and with more than enough time to compliment every inch of your perfect body. Instead, you looked scared and shocked and almost like you could be sick. 

“Y/N?” He urged, coming stand between you and Preston’s body, attempting to break your view of it. He reached down and began to re-button your blouse for you. 

“I’m fine,” You said flatly, only moving to look up at him, “Are you okay?” 

With a glance down at his knuckles, the rope burn was clear to see, but Arvin had been through much worse, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry that I let him do that. This whole idea was stupid and now-” 

“No,” You interrupted, finally snapping out of your shocked state and bringing your hands up to rest on his, which were on your chest now, “He can’t hurt anyone anymore.” 

Arvin didn’t actually feel remorse for killing the man. The only thing he wanted was to take you back home, or rather far away, where there weren’t any reminders of today’s events. He wanted to show you how special you were, how much he loved you, and how brave he thought you were for being willing to be Teagarden’s last victim for the better good of the world. 

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KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

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Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

[mythiccheroacademia]

WHEW Baku watchin yn fuck herself into her 4th orgasm of the night just to make herself squirt and tighten up the way he likes it while moaning and growling in her ear sayin “shit keep throwin it like that and I’ll buss”

i hate myself <3 minors dni ❤️✨

you dont know how many times you’ve cummed or how long you’ve been pleasuring yourself, but all you can think about is bakugo’s fat dick filling you up impossibly full with every slap of skin.

it’s pathetic really. you’ve squirted twice already. you should be satisfied yet here you are, an insaitable little whore, desperately fucking yourself on him like there was nothing else to life. you feel so selfish bc you’re lost in the throws of your pleasure, completely oblivious to everything around you. 

the drool dribbling down your lips is humiliating and your sopping pussy is making such embarrassing noises from greedily sucking his length in, but you can’t stop. you won’t stop. katsuki has cummed once and you want to feel him cum. you won’t stop until you do

and bakugo is loving each and every moment this. maybe he was being a little selfish too, laying back and watching you bounce on him like a bitch in heat. he wasn’t doing much really—just providing his dick. you were just so beautiful fucked out like this. he could barely take his eyes off of you 

he didnt want this to stop. however, he was close. the urge to paint your walls hammered down on him with every thrust of your hips and it was driving him crazy

a growl vibrated the base of his throat before bakugo grabbed your hair, roughly pulling you back so you had no choice but to slam against his chest. you whined, trying to regain the friction you lost, but he grabbed a fist full of your hips before slamming into you at an angle that made you see heaven

“shit, princess,” he panted, voice rugged and raspy. “keep doin’ that and i’ll cum. is that what you want?”

“ah! yes! yes please!”

“fuck!” he slowed down, sensually swimming his hips into yours so you felt nothing but every ridge and vein of his throbbing dick. “wan’ me to fill you up? i’m gonna fill you up so you’re nice ‘n full with my cum, yeah?”

“’suki-i i want y-your cum!” you sobbed. “please!”

and ofc he’d give it to you bc who was he to deny his baby girl anything she wanted?