#I had this idea in my head stuck for a while now

[softjeekies]

Waiting After The Rain - 9

Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: a/b/o, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory

A/N: I got a little stumped with this chapter but I hope it’s still enjoyable, I’ve got a few ideas for the coming chapters so we should be good :)

previous chapter // next chapter(coming soon)

When you woke up this morning the events of the day before hit you like a train, It didn’t help that after bringing you breakfast in bed Hyunjin had to leave for the day, to do some work at his art studio. You let him go with no pleas or cries but as you sit alone in his bed, your heart aches. Most of your life was spent pushing down your needs, especially the need for comfort and love. Now that you’d found this pack and your walls had started to crack it was hard, a sense of yearning sat deep in your chest. Hyunjin had let you know Seungmin would be home today so you could easily seek him out if you needed anything, and that’s exactly what you would do. It took a minute to find his scent but when the strong smell of freshly cleaned laundry hit your nose you knew you did it. The beta is sitting on the living room couch curled up looking a bit disassociated but once you enter the room he immediately perks up, his full attention on you while you take a seat next to him.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Do you need something?”

“I’ll be okay. Are you okay? You look, I don’t know, not Seungmin-like.” The beta lets out a lazy chuckle at your observation and you can’t help but laugh as well.

“I’m fine. I just get a little thrown off when my packmates are down. It hurts.” He looks away from you, embarrassed to be showing this kind of vulnerability.

“Oh! God, I’m sorry I’m causing you pain. Here lie down.” You pat your lap for him to lie his head down. He happily obliges, choosing to lie facing your bump as you run a hesitant hand through his hair. Seungmin feels a strong instinct to fix things, he wants his pack happy, and he wants you happy.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“Hmm, that’s probably a good idea… It’s hard to explain though. I grew up very sheltered and in a more conservative household, raised to believe that alphas were gods amongst men who could use me however they pleased. Seeing my old alpha and hearing him talk about me like that made me feel like I was back at our first meeting, and he got in my head. Seeing him again, it made me feel like maybe things can’t be good for me, so coming home and seeing everyone here I got scared. It sounds horrible but you and Hyunjin are fine because all I know about betas is what I’ve learned from school and the K-dramas I would sneakily watch when I was younger. I feel safer with you.” You don’t realize how shaky your voice is until Seungmin pushes out his calming scent.

“I can’t explain how amazing it is to hear you feel safe with me. I hope that you can feel safe with the whole pack soon. I’m sorry your life so far has been so horrible but you’re here now, right? We’re here for you.”

“It sucks because I do feel drastically safer with you guys, I have never felt this safe in my life. But it’s just like my head won’t let me settle, I’m so on edge, I’m stuck in a permanent fight or flight it’s exhausting.” Your hands run over your face in frustration. All you want to do is give in and accept this good thing but it’s like you can’t be sure it’s a good thing at all.

“We’re not going to give up on you. We want you, all of you.” Silence falls over the living room, there’s no tension or fear, just calm between two almost pack mates. Seungmin stares at your belly intently with a soft smile before he speaks up again.

“Can you feel him?”

“Him?”

“I don’t really care either way, but I think he’s a boy.”

“Hmm, I guess I haven’t thought about what I think they are. But yes I can feel them. You won’t be able to for probably the next month but soon.”

“Can I touch him?” You nod and Seungmin takes a gentle hand and rubs it across your bump, but his hand doesn’t linger.

“Hi puppy.” He speaks mere inches away from your bump, his voice is soft but projected.

“Yeah they’re moving, I guess they are saying hi back.” You let out a giggle and the beta continues to mumble nonsense to your belly, that was until another presence entered the room causing Seungmin to growl at the doorway. When you look up your eyes meet Chan’s and you immediately tense, which only makes the beta growl more at his alpha. Chan raises his hands in surrender and doesn’t make any move towards the couch.

“Hey, you know me, I won't hurt anybody. I just got home early and smelled Y/N down here and wanted to talk.” It takes a moment but you force yourself to relax, a mantra replays in your head reminding you how much Chan has done for you this past month, he’s not a threat.

“It’s okay Seungmin, we should probably talk.” Seungmin is immediately satisfied by your words and stands down, placing his head back in your lap waiting for more pets. Subconsciously you return to running your hand through the beta’s hair, more for your own comfort than his. Chan makes his way towards the couch and sits on the floor in front of you, Your mind short-circuits for a moment at the realization, he’s showing submission to you. By sitting below you making himself a literal sitting duck he is making sure you know he’s not a threat.

“Is Changbin okay?” Your mind lingers on the image of that punch. The cracking sound replays in your head on loop. You know alphas are incredibly resilient and as wolves, you’ll always heal well if you do get hurt but the shock of someone hurting and getting hurt for you rattles your brain.

“He’s in great shape, Minho looked over his hand and everything looks good, he’s a little bruised but he said it doesn’t even hurt.”

“That’s good.” You trail off, unsure how to start this conversation. Luckily the alpha does that for you.

“Y/N I never want yesterday to happen again. We were all so on edge, wanting nothing more than to comfort and protect you. When Changbin called me and told me what happened my instincts went insane, I called everyone and made sure we all got home to you. You shut us out and I felt like the worst alpha in the world. Your feelings are totally valid though, This is all still new and I know you don’t trust us yet but we want to be there for you.” There’s no posturing, there’s no overwhelming pheromones meant to manipulate you, all you saw was a big puppy sitting on the floor in front of you nervously playing with his fingers.

“I know. And that’s the part of this that scares me the most, deep down I want to give in I want to let myself have this and be your omega. This past month has been the best month of my life, but I can’t shake the life I had before all of this.”

“So we work through it together, we’ll help you work out your new normal and we’ll show you so much love and comfort along the way. We do want to court you, and as far as we’re concerned you are already part of the pack, we just have to get you acclimated.” A stray tear rolls down your face, a happy tear. Seungmin sits up and playfully rolls his eyes.

“Alright you sappy alpha, come hug your pack mates and make it all better.” He scoots away from you, giving ample room for Chan to make himself comfortable between you two. He takes a seat and immediately pulls Seungmin into his side but hesitates touching you so you take the initiative and curl into the alpha’s side, he absolutely melts at your touch. He would make it all better, if it’s the last thing he does.

The rest of the pack came home as normal throughout the day, no questions or awkwardness, they were just so happy you were feeling better and willing to let them exist in your bubble again. The last person to come home is Jeongin who you find sitting outside your door, you assume similar to how he was last night. The alpha looks up at you shocked as you exit the bathroom.

“Y/N? I thought you were still in your room.” You can’t help but let out a giggle.

“If you had talked to the pack before coming to sit at my door you’d know we worked things out, I talked to Chan and we’re going to be as okay as we can be for now. Now get off the floor.” A smile graces Jeongin’s face, and he looks at you as if you’ve hung the stars for him. He obeys and stands up, and he tries to approach you before you stop him.

“Nuh-uh, you have outside smells on you, go change.” You scrunch up your nose at the smell of other wolves all over Jeongin but he doesn’t fight back; he simply nods eagerly and heads to his room.

You lie in your nest with a protective hand over your bump when a knock steals your attention.

“Hey, I showered and changed. Is it okay if I join you now? You know, in your nest?” Jeongin’s scent is stormy, it’s clear that he’s nervous about what you might say.

“Yeah, you can join us.” Jeongin smiles at the use of the word us. He doesn’t know if he’s thinking too much into it but it makes him feel you’re reminding him the pup is there too and he can include the pup in the love he’s ready to give. The alpha climbs into the nest gently taking you in his arms.

“May I touch?” The request catches you off guard, you understand why Seungmin asked, he’s never touched your bump before. But Jeongin had done it twice now, so why would he feel the need to ask?

“Of course you can.” As he rubs gentle circles on your bump you stall for a moment thinking of how you want to word your thoughts.

“You know, I didn’t know people were supposed to ask to enter my nest, Jisung had to tell me that. People asking me for consent is really foreign to me, but I really appreciate how you guys always ask.” Jeongin smiles.

“I know firsthand how good it can feel to have people respect your boundaries, I’m not obsessed with skinship-“ You don’t mean to but you cut him off.

“But the pack? And you? You touch me though?”

“This pack has shown me how beautiful touch can be. I learned I was never against touch, I was against my boundaries being broken. I’m still no Felix but I feel safe with you guys.” You felt uncharacteristically warm, the more you learned about these guys the more you felt the knot in your chest settle.

“I was a really clingy kid, I know omegas are meant to be clingy and that was probably my instincts forming from a young age but it was so bad. All i wanted to do was cuddle with my parents all the time, they hated it though. When they began to hurt me as punishments, I learned to fear touch. It only got worse from there.” You let out a sigh, a pit forming in your stomach out of fear that you ruined the mood.

“It’s a good thing there will be no lack of cuddles for you in this house. The only touch you’ll ever receive from us will be out of pure love for you.”

You think you believe him. Nobody had ever shown you this much kindness or said these things to you, so maybe this really was different.

[motzglorp]

You think Soap has ADHD energy? Meet the missus!

Everyone knows that Soap gets distracted easily when he doesn't have anything to focus. Outside of missions he gets restless and if he is bored he shouldn't be left without supervision.

They made it to the safehouse, got a good night's sleep and had another day to spend until transport was ready and would be on mandatory leave for the next two weeks. So of course they were talking about their plans.

Price had promised Kyle to show him his cabin by the lake and nobody commented on the faint blush under his beard or how Kyle's touch lingered a bit longer than usual. To be honest Soap and Ghost were betting on who would catch the kissing first.

Ghost didn't have plans so he was actually contemplating taking Soaps offer to stay at his house for a while.

"Honestly, ye should see what ma bonnie made of that place. Real cozy now." Soap was talking away, not noticing the other three staring at him.

"Come again? Your whatnow?" Asked Kyle.

"My Bonnie? The missus? Ma wife? You forgot about my wife?" Johnny seemed to be undecided whether to be angry or confused.

"Soap... You never told any of us. You mentioned a bird now and then. You mean to tell us it was the same one the whole time? You been stable? Since when?"

Now that made Soap think. "Ah mean.. known her forever. Stable for some years now, as stable as we can be. Proposed last summer we just didn't get around actually speaking the vows." He looked a bit sheepish. "Ah never told you? Sure 'bout that?"

Price didn't know how to react, other than: "You better marry her as soon as you are in the same country. If she hasn't left you by now she will never and you need to make sure the paperwork is all set up, just in case."

"And you should probably introduce us, so she won't be scared if one of us appeared on your doorstep." Kyle added.

"Actually, we can do that right now, we have a satellite connection."

Johnny was still trying to remember if he really had forgotten to mention the most important person in his life to the other most important people in his life, so he just acted on autopilot when Kyle shoved a tablet in his hands, starting a video call.

They all gathered around the screen, watching as the lights flickered and a disheveled face came into view, round face, sleepy eyes, hair sticking in every direction.

"Tha' you babe? You alive?" Johnny immediately had a smile plastered on his face. "Alive and kicking, didn't even get shot. Listen, sorry I woke you, wasn't my idea. But remember we planned our wedding to be with all friends and family and my captain could stand in for you dad since he is not invited and all and. Maybe I forgot to tell them.. about you.. like.. ya ken?" He sounded not as nervous as someone should sound who forgot his fiancé as soon as he was away.

You just blinked. "Johnny... Are you serious?" It was hard to tell if you were angry or not. "Okay, I just want to know: Did you forget because you already did it in your head or because you forgot to remember?"

"Bit of both? Bit like you forgot to tell your sister." Johnny admitted, grinning.

You giggled "Oh that was fun. Well, when she talked to me again. Oh, I should call her." You got up, apparently already forgetting you were on a call, looking for something. They could see your bedroom, organised chaos, plants, some pictures of Johnny, all in all a cozy home.

"Have you seen my laptop?" You wondered, confused when you heard a snort from Ghost. "What.. ooh... Hi there. You must be Ghost, yeah? Good thing you wear that mask, I am terrible with faces. And you are Gaz, right? You're pretty. Johnny he is so pretty, why am I marrying you again?"

"Because you love me and nobody else can tolerate either of us so we are stuck with each other?" came the answer like a well used banter.

"True. I do love you. But I also haven't slept for two days because I was building something. A surprise. When are you home? Don't tell me, just text. Please. Bring the boys. Oh, Captain Price, could you marry us? Or is that just a Ship Captain thing? Might be, I never cared, but that would be very practical. Give me a week to get everyone together and we could have the ceremony in the backyard, I can wait with the new greenhouse, so we would have the space." You were making notes on something that looked like a pizza box, lost in thoughts already.

You seemed to have forgotten you were still on the call, writing down things. Until you heard Price laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Oh, I drifted. Sorry, didn't take my meds, I promise I'm better at this when I sleep. So.. are you coming to the wedding or not? And bring my future husband with you, in case he forgets again."

You were not angry at all. One of the reasons they worked was that you never got angry with each other about stuff like that. You knew each other for too long to try and change or 'fix' the other. If there was a problem or hurt feelings you would address it and work on a solution.

Ghost just looked at Soap. "You really found that one girl with even less ability to focus, did ya?"

Johnny just nodded happily, "She is absolutely perfect."

[steddieas-shegoes]

drama

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'selling the drama'

rated t | 769 words | no cw | tags: band manager steve, friendship, established steddie

also on ao3

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Gareth rolls onto his stomach and sighs.

Jeff does the same.

Eddie, somehow, is the one who calls them out.

“Are you guys done being dramatic?”

Frankie rolls his eyes, smirking at what he already knows is going to become a dramatic soliloquy from one or both of them. Eddie’s almost certainly going to join in despite the fact he called them out on the dramatics.

“Sorry for being bored, Edward!” Gareth exclaims. “Sorry that we cannot find any entertainment on this tour bus. I’m sorry you have to put up with us in this phase of our lives. How dare we feel boredom in your presence. How dare we not know what we want to do while stuck on this dreaded twelve hour drive. How-”

“How about you all play cards?” Steve suggests with a lollipop hanging from his mouth. He’s trying to quit smoking and so far only lollipops seem to be a good replacement. His lips and tongue are constantly red or blue and Eddie is constantly distracted. “I’ll move.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Eddie says, pulling Steve into his lap. Steve offers him his lollipop, but Eddie just kisses his lips instead. No one blinks an eye. It’s not even close to the grossest thing they’ve done in front of them. Frankie’s actually pretty sure they’ve fucked on the couch while they were all watching a movie. “I don’t wanna play cards. We did that yesterday.”

“Today’s a new day,” Frankie says as he gets up to get their deck of cards. They are technically due for another campaign night, but Eddie’s having trouble with some of the plot development and refuses to move forward until he figures it out. “We could play war or hearts?”

“Children’s games,” Jeff sighs. “We aren’t children.”

“You’re acting like children,” Steve says what Frankie’s thinking.

He used to hate that he had so much in common with Steve, especially when he started dating Eddie and he was around all the time. They didn’t get along for months until Frankie got his heart broken in a city he’d never been to before and Steve was the only one who didn’t make fun of him for being upset. He brought him to a 24 hour diner after their show while everyone else went to their hotel and they talked about expectations on the road and for the future. Now they make it a weekly thing, whenever they’re in a city that has a diner they can go to reasonably unnoticed, they do.

“Last time we played war, Eddie almost threw Gareth off the bus,” Jeff says.

Which is true, and probably why they shouldn’t play that game while in motion.

“Go Fish?” Steve suggests, still sucking on the lollipop.

Eddie’s watching him, mouth open, eyes glazed over. Gareth smacks him in the face.

“Focus dude,” he says. “Can we place bets?”

“On Go Fish?” Frankie asks.

“To make it more fun.”

He shares a look with Steve. They both know this is a terrible idea, but if it will end the dramatics of their boredom, it might be worth it.

“Fine. No booze or girls.” Steve points at Gareth to emphasize. “And that includes whatever underwear gets left behind during your little sexual exploration phase.”

“Whatever,” Gareth rolls his eyes. “Bet $10 I win the first round in three turns.”

“I’ll bet $20 I win in two,” Jeff pipes in.

“I’ll bet use of the big bed for one night I win in three right before Gareth would’ve gone out,” Eddie says.

Steve slaps him. “Don’t offer our bed.”

“Two nights in the big bed!” Eddie ignores him.

Frankie shakes his head. “One pack of cigs and my signed Metallica poster says I win in four rounds and you all get mad enough to stop playing.”

Steve high-fives him.

Frankie doesn’t even smoke, never has, never will, but they’ll all be miserable if Steve doesn’t get to sleep in his bed. Now no one will want to beat him. He’ll grab a pack from Steve’s secret emergency stash.

They end up being distracted by more absurd bets for the next two hours. Steve eventually loses interest and goes to find another lollipop and take a nap because his job starts the moment they arrive at the venue.

Well, technically his job never really stops, which is why he’s never really bored.

Frankie watches him walk back to his bed, closing the curtain behind him. It won’t mask much of the noise, but he won’t have to witness the dramatic slap fight happening between Gareth and Eddie with his eyes.

[nuelles]

Bit Gone Baby || Spencer Agnew

Summary: When you find out you’re pregnant, you enlist the Smosh crew to help pull off the most chaotic—and heartfelt—baby reveal imaginable. Disguised as a sketch for Try Not to Laugh, the moment unfolds with real emotions, unexpected silence, and one very stunned Spencer Agnew holding a baby onesie on set. But the real chaos begins after the cameras stop rolling.

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x f!Reader

Tropes: Pregnancy Reveal, Chosen Family, Soft Boyfriend

Warnings: Fluff, Romance, Pregnancies, the use of DILF (once), not proofread

WC: 2.7k

Author's Note: Obligatory pregnancy reveal one shot, clearly I had fun writing this one. I'd like to thank my current hyper-fixation for coming up with so many ideas and actually being able to write them down.

You hadn’t expected the test to be positive.

You also hadn’t expected to take it while still wearing a purple crushed velvet wizard robe and a fake beard clinging to your collarbone with a stubborn patch of spirit gum.

But here you were—nervously standing on the tile floor of the Smosh studio’s main bathroom, staring at a pregnancy test on the counter like it had just threatened your entire understanding of reality.

Your heart thudded in your chest so loudly it nearly drowned out the buzz of the overhead lights.

One line. Wait. Two lines.

Two.

Your knees gave out before the shock did. You sat, hard, on the toilet lid, cape pooling around your ankles like the aftermath of some magical crisis.

It was almost funny. Almost.

You whispered to yourself, "You have got to be kidding me."

But the test didn’t kid. The test didn’t blink or laugh or give you a moment to ease into the idea. The test just sat there. Unbothered. Unmoving. Stark pink lines blaring from the plastic window like it was shouting:

"HEY, SURPRISE! YOU’RE HAVING A BABY!"

You reached up and pulled the fake beard off your neck with a grimace. It left a tacky red spot behind, but that wasn’t your concern anymore.

Your concern was:

You were definitely pregnant.

Spencer was definitely the father.

Spencer was also definitely Spencer.

And Spencer—your sweet, dorky, easily flustered boyfriend who still blushed when you called him cute on-camera—was going to absolutely malfunction.

You weren’t scared of how he’d react. That wasn’t it. He was kind. Loving. All in. Always.

But the boy once teared up over a surprise puppy adoption reel and nearly passed out when you kissed his nose in a behind-the-scenes video.

You were going to break him.

Emotionally. Lovingly. But entirely.

You laughed once. Just one breathless, disbelieving sound. Then looked back at the test.

The wizard robe shifted slightly as you moved, and somehow that made it all more surreal—like this was a dream. Or a bit. One of Damien’s sketch pitches comes to life.

"Pregnant Wizard Stuck in Emotional Limbo in Bathroom—A Smosh Original."

You leaned forward, elbows to knees, and rubbed your face with both hands. Okay. Okay. Deep breaths.

You weren’t alone. You weren’t scared. But you were very, very pregnant.

A soft knock echoed on the door.

"You good in there?" Courtney’s voice called out, muffled.

You blinked. "Uh—Uh-yeah! Just—uh. Beard glue emergency."

A beat.

"You having an existential crisis in the mirror again?"

You paused. "...Define crisis."

"I’ll grab snacks."

"Thank you."

As her footsteps faded, you stared at the test one more time.

It was real.

It was happening.

And now you had to figure out how to tell the love of your life that you’d made a tiny, accidental chaos gremlin together—and how to do it in a way he wouldn’t faint halfway through your sentence.

You smiled softly to yourself as your hands came to rest on your stomach.

"Okay, baby," you whispered. "Let’s go break the news to your dad."

You weren’t expecting to tell them like that.

You’d planned to bring it up casually. Maybe over lunch. Perhaps not while still wearing the wizard robe. You had just finished the sketch for the next bit city episode, heading to the breakroom to formulate a plan and wrap your head around the idea that you were pregnant. But instead, you accidentally dropped the test out of your (Spencer’s) hoodie pocket while reaching for a charger cord in the green room.

And of course, the three worst possible people to witness it—Shayne, Courtney, and Damien—were all right there.

Courtney gasped. Shayne screamed. Damien dropped his leftovers.

You stood frozen, face blank, staring at the plastic test like it had betrayed you for the final time.

"Well," you said flatly, "so much for subtlety."

Cut to twenty minutes later.

You were sitting on the break room couch with a blanket around your shoulders and a snack plate in your lap like someone who’d just survived a reality show elimination round.

Shayne paced. Damien stood dramatically in the doorway like a soap opera aunt, mostly protecting the door and making sure no one else walked in while they interrogated you—questioned really. Courtney sat across from you at the coffee table, expression flickering between mild panic and pure joy.

"So…" Courtney began slowly. "It’s real?"

You nodded.

"Like, ‘bun in the oven’ real or ‘we’re filming a sketch and I didn’t get the memo’ real?"

You tilted your head and deadpanned, "Would I carry a used pregnancy test for a bit, Miller?"

Shayne blinked. "Honestly? With our brand? Could’ve been anyone’s."

You snorted.

"Okay, okay." Courtney scooted closer. "Spencer doesn’t know?"

You shook your head. "Not yet."

Shayne looked like he was trying to physically hold in ten thousand questions. "Are you gonna tell him or just hand him the baby like ‘surprise, it’s got your face’?"

You grinned slowly. "I want to tell him in a sketch."

They all blinked at you like you’d suggested setting the studio on fire for warmth.

"A sketch?" Damien asked, leaning in. "Like… a bit?"

"Not a prank," you clarified. "A soft, dumb, chaotic moment. Something with glitter. Maybe a prop. Something us."

Smosh was the reason you two met, started dating, eventually moved in together, and of course, are now starting a family.

"Something us," Courtney repeated, eyes wide and already misty. "That’s so stupid. That’s so perfect."

You explained the plan. The fake sketch setup:

"Try Not to Laugh – Weird Gift Exchange."

Each cast member brings in a ridiculous item. Spencer goes last. Your gift to him is a tiny, painfully cute baby onesie that says:

"Baby Chosen On Board"

Simple. Elegant. Emotionally devastating.

"His brain’s gonna bluescreen," Shayne whispered.

"He’s gonna fold like a lawn chair," Damien muttered.

Courtney grinned. "We’ll need tissues. Possibly paramedics."

By the end of the conversation, Courtney was doodling "Baby Agnew" logos on a whiteboard, Shayne was Googling how soon babies can wear beanies ("for brand synergy"), and Damien had named the onesie Carl.

"I’m not calling it Carl," you told him.

"He already has a backstory," Damien argued, holding it reverently. "Carl the chaos heir. Born of hoodie strings and sketch concepts."

"Stop naming the baby accessories," Shayne sighed. 

Courtney finally clapped her hands. "Okay. We’ve got the plan. We’ve got the emotional ammo. All we need now…"

"…is the baby daddy," Damien finished, deadpan.

You laughed, heart full of warmth and static and the kind of fear that came only with loving someone so much it cracked open parts of you.

You looked at the onesie on the table. Looked at your friends—your family. Their excitement. Their support.

You could do this.

You could tell him.

Because this wasn’t a prank or a stunt. This was you. This was Spencer. This was something real and soft and terrifying and good.

You weren’t just breaking the news. You were inviting him into something beautiful.

You barely slept.

Every time you closed your eyes, you dreamed of onesies catching fire or Spencer passing out in the middle of set or—worst of all—him not reacting at all. Waking up didn’t feel any better. Your stomach was already tight with nausea, but this time it wasn’t the pregnancy.

It was the nerves.

You tried to act normal that morning—dressed casually, did your makeup like any other shoot day, even brought in donuts. (Spencer liked maple bars. You made sure there were three.)

But the second you saw him across the studio, you had left separately (giving an excuse of needing to be in early for a meeting he wasn’t in). His hoodie sleeves pushed up, joking with Damien, a smile full of dorky sunshine—you almost turned and walked out.

What if this changed everything?

"Okay, stop panicking," Courtney whispered in your ear as she appeared beside you, casually shoving a donut in your hand like it was a tranquilizer dart.

"I’m not panicking," you whispered back, teeth clenched.

Courtney gave you a look. "You’re sweating through your jacket."

"Fashion statement."

"Are you gonna barf?"

"Not if I breathe through my mouth."

"Romantic."

You took a slow breath, donut untouched in your hand. Spencer walked past again, nodding at you with that sweet, slightly-too-lingering look that still gave you butterflies.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yep!" you chirped, entirely unconvincing. "Totally chill and un-pregnant."

He paused.

"What?"

"Nothing!" You shoved a bite of donut in your mouth. "I said I’m great."

He gave you a suspicious squint. "You’re acting weird."

"I am weird."

"True," he said, laughing—and then, with the softest smile, "But you’re my weird."

Your stomach did a flip that had nothing to do with pregnancy.

"Love you," you mumbled.

He squeezed your hand. "Love you more."

And suddenly, the nerves turned into something else. Something bigger. Something braver.

You were ready.

The set was almost ready.

Camera angles were being checked. Props laid out. Matt was fixing a loose mic while Damien tried to hide a whoopee cushion in Shayne’s chair (you saw it and pretended not to). Spencer was off in the corner, sipping a kickstart, hoodie strings tucked between his fingers like usual.

Courtney handed you the gift bag. Inside was the carefully folded onesie, tissue paper puffed around it like it wasn’t about to change Spencer Agnew’s entire reality.

"You okay?" she whispered.

You stared at the bag. "I feel like I’m about to jump out of a plane."

"Do you trust the parachute?"

You looked up. Across the room, Spencer noticed you watching and smiled. He held up a peace sign with his fingers and mouthed something like you got this even though he had no idea what this was.

God, you loved him.

"I do," you said softly.

"Then let’s go change his life."

The set looked deceptively normal.

Bright lighting. Folding chairs. A table full of ridiculous "gifts" wrapped in tinfoil and hot glue and whatever leftover craft supplies hadn’t been banned yet. It felt like any other Try Not to Laugh day—except for the gift bag in your lap that was threatening to set your entire body on fire.

Courtney and Shayne had gone first. Their bit involved a literal rubber chicken, a ham costume, and a line reading so dramatic you were pretty sure it summoned a ghost.

Angela cracked first. Tommy was close behind. Spencer was up next.

You sat at the end of the line, quiet, holding your breath as his name was called.

"All right, last one—Spencer, you’re up!" Damien announced.

Spencer stood, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Okay, Y/N, what cursed object did you find on the internet this time?"

You handed him the bag. Just smiled. "You’ll see."

He smirked. "If this is a taxidermy raccoon, I’m walking."

You didn’t answer.

He pulled out the tissue paper, muttering, "Fluffy—fluffier—Jesus, how much—"

Then he stopped.

The room went quiet.

In his hands: a baby onesie. Dark gray cotton. Infamous wolf shirt. The words underneath the image in bright block letters:

"Baby Chosen On Board"

He stared.

You saw it all happen at once.

His fingers froze.

His face shifted—brows twitching down, mouth opening just slightly, like he was trying to process an email in a foreign language.

Then:

"Wait…" Shayne coughed into his sleeve. Damien silently clutched Courtney’s arm. Tommy mouthed oh my god.

Spencer looked at the onesie. Then at you. Then back again.

"…Is this—like, a joke?"

You shook your head.

He blinked. "Is it… from a sketch? Like… a future sketch?"

"No, Spencer."

His eyes flicked back to the onesie. His fingers clenched tighter.

"Are you—are we—"

"Yeah," you said softly. "We are."

He made a sound. You weren’t sure if it was a gasp or a laugh or a sob.

And then he sat down.

Just folded like a paper person. Right there, on the studio floor. Cross-legged, holding the onesie like it was a sacred scroll.

The room stayed silent.

"Spence?" you asked gently, kneeling beside him.

He looked up at you, eyes shiny, mouth trembling like he couldn’t find a single word.

"You’re really pregnant?"

You nodded.

"And it’s—?"

"Yours, yes," you said, laughing a little. "I double-checked."

He barked a disbelieving laugh. "Holy shit. Holy shit."

And then he cried.

Real tears. Quiet, stunned, a little ugly. Spencer Agnew, king of bits and dad jokes and hiding behind his hoodie strings, cried into a baby onesie while everyone else tried (and failed) not to cry too.

Courtney was the first to crack audibly. Shayne handed her a tissue. Damien whispered, "This is better than the time Arasha slapped Anthony."

Spencer finally spoke, voice raw, "I didn’t know I could feel this many things in one minute."

You cupped his cheek. "Do you hate me?"

He laughed through the tears. "Hate you? I love you so much I might explode."

He stood and wrapped you in a hug that left you both breathless. Tight. Honest. His whole face was buried in your shoulder.

Then he leaned back, eyes searching yours. "I’m gonna be a dad?"

"You’re gonna be amazing," you whispered.

Somewhere behind you, someone popped a confetti cannon.

Two hours later, Spencer still hadn’t let go of the onesie.

It was folded neatly in his lap, his hand resting on top of it like it might float away if he didn’t keep it anchored. His hoodie was rumpled, his hair a little wild from repeatedly raking his hands through it, and his eyes were still red in that post-emotional-breakdown glow.

You sat curled into his side on the green room couch, legs tangled with his. Neither of you said much.

You didn’t need to.

There was something beautifully quiet about the aftermath. All the chaos had blown through like a tornado made of glitter, love, and Damien’s wildly inappropriate commentary—leaving only the stillness of holy crap, we’re actually doing this.

Spencer was still processing.

You could see it happening. Every few minutes, his brow would furrow like he’d remembered a new detail—cribs, doctor’s appointments, taxes—and then relax again when you squeezed his hand.

Eventually, he mumbled into your shoulder, "Do babies like Baja Blast?"

You choked on your sip of water. "Excuse me?"

"I just—I don’t want to drink one and then the baby turns out… neon. Or carbonated."

You laughed so hard you had to bury your face in his hoodie. "Think it's a little too late for that, but we’ll ask the doctor."

Courtney burst into the room holding a tray of cupcakes.

"Okay!" she announced, voice still suspiciously emotional. "We made you celebration snacks."

Spencer blinked. "...‘We’?"

"Shayne mostly heckled me, but I made it work."

She set the tray down with a flourish. Most of the cupcakes were frosted in baby blue or pale pink. But smack in the center sat a line of them with bright green icing and bold, shaky letters that read: #1 DILF??

Spencer stared at it.

"I’m not… I don’t think I’m ready to be that acronym," he whispered.

"You don’t get to choose," Shayne said solemnly, walking in behind Courtney and stealing a cupcake. "Fatherhood chooses you."

Damien poked his head in next. "So when’s the gender reveal? And can I weaponize the cake?"

"No!" you and Spencer said in unison.

Shayne pulled up a chair. "Okay, real talk. When did you find out?"

You glanced at Spencer, who was still gently cradling the onesie in his lap like a newborn duckling.

You smiled. "About four days ago. Took the test right after we wrapped that wizard sketch."

Courtney gasped. "While you were still in the robe?!"

"Yep."

"Iconic."

"I looked like a deranged Dumbledore when I found out," you said dryly.

Spencer leaned over and kissed your temple. "You’re my favorite wizard."

Damien fake gagged. "Ugh, parental affection is so gross. I’m gonna go weep in the sound booth."

There was laughter. There were more cupcakes. And there was Spencer—quiet, thoughtful, overwhelmed but full of a joy that came in waves so big they left him blinking back tears again and again.

At one point, he held up the onesie and said, "It’s so small. Like… It’s gonna wear this. It’s gonna fit."

And Courtney nodded, misty-eyed again. "That’s the wild part. It’s not just a thing anymore. It’s your thing. Your tiny person."

Spencer looked at you again, and for once, he wasn’t flustered.

He was just soft. And steady. And completely, irrevocably yours.

[lsunstreakerl]

I was trying to write something else for famiglia and got stuck with a small brainworm, so I gift to you all 450 words of famiglia GP, set in the short chunk of time at the end of chapter 1 where max is waiting on the sectional, and GP is putting together the boxes of his things.

Gianpiero paces across Hayden's floor, running his hand across his head.

"I can't do it. I can't, I'm— I'm going to fuck it up, Hayds. I'm barely even thirty, I don't— what am I supposed to do with a kid?"

Hayden bites at the inside of his cheek, folding an old shirt from Gianpiero's dresser into a box. He's been trying to find things for Max to wear temporarily while Gianpiero packs up the other essentials.

He's still reeling that he doesn't live here anymore. That he has a new home, and that there's an entire teenager in it—

"If anyone can do it, it's you. None of the rest of us would've been able to step up the way you have."

Gianpiero presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to calm his breathing.

"And what if that was a mistake? Hayden, he doesn't even talk. How the hell am I supposed to get this right? I don't even know what to do with a kid. Doesn't he need to be in school? I can't possibly take him to every race with me, but this is my career—"

"GP. Gianpiero, mate, let's just,"

Hayden gets an arm across his shoulders and guides them back to the bed, sitting on the edge.

"Let's just breathe."

Gianpiero's next breath is ragged.

"He's so hurt, Hayden. How do I fix that? I mean— he's not slept through a single full night this entire time. He cries in his sleep, and he flinches at loud noises, and his hand is— Hayden, mate, it's fucked."

Hayden wraps a palm over his knee, pressing their shoulders together in support.

"You do exactly what you've been doing. Take it day by day. He's a tough kid, and you're a smart man, and you've got all of us behind you."

Gianpiero blinks, trying not to think of how small Max had felt when he'd held him after the accident, drenched in rain and skin slippery with blood. His face had glittered under the harsh lights with shattered glass, and he'd clung so tightly to him that there's still a faded bruise under his ribs, five fingerprints where Max had dug in when they'd tried to separate them.

The idea of someone trying to take him away now, after what they've been through— after Gianpiero has jumped international legal hoops, after he's turned his work bag into a collection of water and snacks and pain pills, after he's spent hours scrolling parenting forums while talking quietly to Max, trying to settle his tears without waking him up—

Max had refused to let go of him in the middle of the road. Gianpiero refuses to let him go now.

[dynakatsposts]

"Back at it"

Pairings: K. Bakugo x Fem. Reader

Author's Note: I've had this idea inside my head since last week, and now I finally had time to write it. I hope y'all enjoy this!

Warning: Angst (but comfort in the end)

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He always notices everything, and by everything, I mean it literally. He noticed how you stare off in the distance with a blank expression in your face whenever you thought you're all by yourself. He noticed how you get irritated easily over small things. You curse like it's natural for you when something simple doesn't go your way.

Just like the assignment that you were currently working on. He was in your room too, sitting on your bed, scrolling on his phone while occasionally, glancing at you. You're in your desk, too busy stuffing your face in those textbooks.

In a span of two weeks, he saw your demeanor change. He saw the light in your eyes slowly fade, leaving a dark, lifeless look in your eyes. You looked like you haven't had any proper sleep—more like haven't slept at all.

Katsuki had enough of sitting there and doing nothing when it's obvious that you're torturing yourself with those toxic study habits of yours. Not eating, drinking, sleeping, or taking any rest. He decided to take matter into his own hands and walked towards you.

"You look like a fucking zombie."

He said while he took your pen away from your hands, placing them in your pencil case. Looking at you straight in the eyes, he felt his chest tighten when he saw those empty eyes of yours, chapped lips from lack of hydration, dark circles under your eyes — you looked like you're about to die because of this studying.

Instead of speaking in his usual harsh tone, he decided to be a bit more gentle, because this version of you — for what he knows — is the vulnerable side of you. Je can't risk hurting you with something like raising his voice at you.

"Can you not do your school work right now? Just for a while-"

"No need. I need to do them all."

God, even your voice sounded so dry. He didn't like what you're doing to yourself just for academic validation. He placed his hand on your shoulder. He was even tempted to shake you by your shoulders.

"But you've been doing them all night, can you just-"

"No."

You replied in a cold tone, shrugging his hand off, ignoring him once again. If there's one thing that Katsuki hates the most, it's getting ignored — especially by you.

He knows you're in a bad mood, but do you really have to be that indifferent towards him?

"Tell me what's wrong. Are you okay?"

That made you freeze on the spot. Do you feel okay? No, scratch that — do you even feel anything other than the intense desire for academic validation and toxic studying mindset?

Katsuki saw your expression, his eyes softened and carefully cupped your cheek, while the other tucked your hair behind your ear.

"I'm here."

Katsuki may be harsh and rough, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart that beats and aches for his girl. He doesn't like it when you keep your problem to yourself. He feels useless. He feels like he's not doing good enough as your boyfriend.

You on the other hand, you're so lost in your thoughts. Mind racing with everything, all at once. What made you think that the only thing that made you feel whole was your academic achievements? What made you go back to your toxic habits of studying?

One thing: fear of failure. You started to feel like your left behind when you started comparing your performance in class with other students, making you feel like you have to compete. Maybe that's why you started doing everything just so you can be the best again. Just to feel what it's like to be on top again. Like you're chasing the clouds by running after them, hill by hill, not taking any rest at all.

And that resulted to you forgetting about your actual life. Your personal needs, your friends and family, and especially your boyfriend — Katsuki.

After a few minutes of being stuck inside your head, you finally looked up to meet his eyes that were staring at you softly. Your eyes started to well up that all you could do was wrap your arm around his torso and buried your face there.

Katsuki gently patted your hair, like a small reminder that he's always here for you. After you finally calmed down to your senses, you pulled away from him.

"You good?"

He asked you, keeping his hand on top of your head. You nodded in response.

"All better now. I'm... really sorry for neglecting and pushing you away like that. I'll tell you whenever I have a problem from now on."

"Good. Can't have you forgetting that you've got a boyfriend. You wanna talk about that problem?"

"Probably talk about it later. I kinda wanna take a rest with you."

"Okay. That's more like it. No more going back at it."

"I promise."

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[formulafanfics13]

hiii i love your writing so much. i wanted to request a fic where reader is oscar piastri’s little sister and she’s a race engineer for charles at ferrari but doesn’t tell her brother. oscar doesn’t realize and keeps inviting her to races but she says she can’t because of work. then when all the drivers go out (to play paddle or something idk) charles makes a comment that oscar comments on and charles reveals that oscar’s little sister is actually his race engineer, since charles had no idea that reader was hiding it. oscar confronts her and gets upset until they work it out and it’s just like a fluffy brother-sister ending?

i’m sorry this was so confusing it’s been stuck in my head for a while now 😭🙏. tysm!!

My sister's your what? - OP81 (CL16)

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Summary: You’re Oscar Piastri’s younger sister — and Ferrari’s new race engineer. But you didn’t tell him. You didn’t want to ride his name, so you proved yourself first. Everything is fine until Charles casually outs you during a padel match, sending Oscar spiraling. He storms the Ferrari briefing room to confront you, only to realise you didn’t lie — you just wanted to earn your place. What follows is chaotic sibling drama, pit wall banter, and Oscar going from betrayed to proud in under ten seconds. He even leaves you a soft note after.

Warnings: Sibling chaos, workplace secrecy, emotional whiplash, dramatic Oscar, team rivalry, mentions of tire degradation, implied stress vomiting, teasing Charles, supportive older brother vibes, wholesome redemption, comedy.

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret forever. Just… long enough for you to prove yourself. Oscar had always been supportive, of your engineering degree, your obsession with race strategy, your internship at Alpine, but the idea of working in the paddock with him, let alone for another team, especially one as iconic and cutthroat as Ferrari, had always felt like a line you weren’t ready to cross.

You didn’t want to be Oscar Piastri’s little sister who lucked into a job.

You wanted to be the engineer who could win races.

So when Ferrari hired you, when you passed the tests, when you got the email, when your initials showed up on the pit wall next to Charles Leclerc’s, you didn’t tell him.

Not at first. And then… it just got harder to bring up.

You’d smile when he invited you to the races. Say “I’ve got work,” which wasn’t a lie. Say “I’ll be watching,” which was technically true, you’d just be twenty metres away in red with a headset on, screaming sector data into Leclerc’s ear.

Charles knew, of course. Andrea knew. The engineers knew. Fred had laughed when you told him you hadn’t told your brother and simply said, “As long as your comms are clean, I don’t care who you’re related to.”

Charles had even met Oscar once or twice, always with a grin, always friendly. But never close enough to put the dots together. Until the Thursday before the Imola Grand Prix. And one very cursed game of Padel.

It starts off normal enough.

Four drivers. Two courts. Half-assed rules. George, Carlos, Lando, and Charles on one side of the net. Oscar, Yuki, Pierre, and Alex on the other. Everyone sweaty. Everyone too competitive. Everyone slightly buzzed on post-media adrenaline.

Until Charles tosses his water bottle aside and sighs. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever worked with someone who bullies me as much as my race engineer.”

Oscar perks up immediately. “Yeah?”

Charles nods. “She’s brutal. Every time I fuck up a quali lap she just goes ‘nice one, Charles’ like I crashed a scooter again.”

Lando cackles. “We need to meet her.”

Charles grins. “You have, she’s Piastri’s sister. The little one.”

Oscar freezes. Silence. “…My what.”

Charles blinks. “Your sister. You didn’t know?”

“My little sister works for Ferrari?!”

Everyone turns. Pierre lets out an ooohhh under his breath. Yuki actually ducks like he’s expecting a fight. “She’s my race engineer,” Charles continues, still looking confused. “I just assumed you knew. She has your eyes.”

Oscar looks betrayed. “Are you telling me my baby sister has been in the Ferrari garage this whole time and didn’t say a word?”

George wheezes. “This is better than Drive to Survive.”

You’re sitting in the Ferrari briefing room, eating a protein bar and reviewing tire strategy for FP1 when the door slams open. You don’t even look up. “You’re not allowed in here, Oscar.”

“I knew you were lying about work!”

You blink. Slowly look up. There he is. Oscar Fucking Piastri. McLaren hoodie. Wild eyes. A half-unraveled lanyard around his neck. Fully storming into enemy territory like he’s about to pull you out of the garage by the ear.

“Bonjour, Oscar,” Charles says casually from the corner, sipping an energy drink.

“Don’t you bonjour me!” Oscar snaps. “You’re an accomplice!”

You sigh. “Can we not do this right now?”

“Oh, I think we’re doing this right now,” he says, pulling out the chair beside you and sitting backwards on it like a man ready to lecture a criminal. You groan.

“You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“You told me you had work!”

“I did have work.”

“YOU DIDN’T SAY IT WAS AT FERRARI!”

“You never asked where!”

Oscar throws his hands up. “You work for my rival! You stand on the pit wall and tell Charles what to do! You called my tyre deg mid-race! I heard you!”

You try not to smile. “I’m sorry, okay?” you say, finally softening. “I didn’t want to ride your name. I didn’t want people thinking I got here because of you. I wanted to prove myself first.”

Oscar deflates. The anger melts into something softer. His brow furrows. “...You did prove yourself.”

You blink. “What?”

“You think Charles doesn’t listen to you because you’re good?” he says. “You’re brilliant, and we all know it. I’ve been trying to get you into the paddock for years. You didn’t need to hide.”

You stare at him. Something in your chest stings. “…You’re not mad?”

He shrugs. “I mean, I’m definitely telling Mum. And if you ever fuck up a strategy call I will personally start a family group chat just to roast you. But no. I’m not mad.”

You throw a protein bar at his head. He ducks.

That night, you find a little note tucked into your engineering clipboard.

“Sorry for being dramatic. I’m still proud of you. Don’t tell Charles I called you brilliant, he doesn’t need the leverage. Love you. — Oscar”

[mpregslover69]

punishment

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You had been willing to risk your face just for another night of fun. You knew what happened to the others who decided to spend a night with one of Negan's wives; it was never a pretty sight when he found out. Being called into his office the day after had you drenched in sweat. Sure, you expected this, but that didn't make your nerves any better. Knocking on his door, you could hear his booming voice respond. “Come in.”

“You asked for me?” Your heart raced as you entered his office. It felt so out of place being inside of here instead of out in the factory working like you always did. 

“Yes. See, you know that here in the sanctuary we have an order of sorts, don't you?” You could only nod your head in response, waiting to see where he was going with this. “Well, I don’t think you knew that, considering what you did. Seems like every month i have to burn one of your fucking faces just to get the point across.” Gulping, you tried to get rid of the lump stuck in your throat as he continued on. 

“I offer you all a good place, a way to live without worrying about walkers and what do you do?” Negan slammed his fist against the table huffing in anger. “ You go and fuck my wife! I mean, what kind of man goes around fucking another guys wife!?” Thoughts were running wild in your head. He usually just publicly burnt the others that did this. Not once had you even heard a rumor about him privately telling a man off for this. 

“I didn't mean—” Before you could even finish your sentence Negan glared at you. There wasn't anything you could say to stop him. You took a risk and now you had to deal with the consequences. 

“Doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, you don’t do all of that without meaning to.” Negan finallymoved, bridging the gap between you two. “You fucked my wife behind my back and expected me to just lay down and take it. Not this time. You will learn your lesson.” Here it comes, you thought to yourself, shutting your eyes. You tried your best to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. 

“Look at me, boy.” That was enough to snap you out of your thoughts. While you had tried shutting him out, Negan had gotten far too close to you, his chest practically touching yours. Your mind ran wild with fearful thoughts as you stood there waiting for his next move. “I ain’t gonna burn your face off. That’d be a waste, and clearly it ain’t deterring you fuckers.” 

The idea of a punishment worse than getting your face burnt with an iron wasn't good at all, and yet you couldn't stop the rise in your pants as you heard this. Being so close to Negan was enough to make all the blood rush to your groin,even if you were supposed to be fearing him. 

“You know what, I'll be nice this time. I'll give you a choice.” Negan backed off, sitting down on one of his arm chairs. “You can have half of your pretty face burnt like all the others before you, or you let me do everything you did to my wife to you.” 

Every bone in your body was telling you to just take the iron to the face, but the idea of having another man take you in the ways you took his wife felt like an offer you would never get again. Swallowing down your spit you finally responded. “I’ll, uhm… I'll take the second option.” Heat rose on your cheeks. It was hard not to be embarrassed in this situation.

“Well ain't that a treat.” Negan chuckled. The look on your face was enough. The way your cheeks grew red and even the slight bulge in your pants was enough to tell him how much you wanted this. “A little whore aren't you?” Your mouth felt dry while your mind raced for any sort of response.

“Just don't want to lose half my face… ha…” Your words were unconvincing, but Negan didn't care too much. All he needed was to teach you a lesson you wouldn't forget. 

“Of course.” Negan stood back up, heading over to you. “Well then, we better get started.” The time between leaving his office and heading to his bedroom felt like a blur to you. Once you finally laid down on the bed, you snapped back to reality. Looking up at Negan as he hovered over you only made you more excited.

The idea of being taken by your leader seemed to be too good. “Did she really tell you everything we did?” you couldn't help but ask, wondering how much he knew about your night with her. 

“She did. I know every little dirty detail. Are you embarrassed?” Negan teased, sliding his hand up your shirt. The way he spoke and acted made you more excited. You knew he wasn't going to act exactly like you, but the idea of him doing everything you had done… 

It was a type of excitement you had never felt before in your life. 

Feeling his rough fingertips on your nipples sent shivers down your spine. Each twirl of his fingers felt so purposeful, like he was trying to make you cum just from your nipples alone. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to avoid getting more humiliated. “Eyes opened, I want to see your reactions.” 

Every word that came out of his mouth spoken in his deep voice paired up with his fingers twirling your nipples made you whine. “Come on, I'm just doing what you did. Did she give you as much of a reaction as you're giving me?” 

All your words were stuck in your throat as you shook your head no. You could barely get his wife to cum, let alone have her whining from playing with her nipples. 

“Don't you feel a bit pathetic? You tried so hard to entertain her and yet I'm able to get you so restless just from my fingers.” His fingers moved away from your body.Hearing his zipper finally got you to open your eyes. He slid off his jacket before beginning to remove his shirt. “Are you just going to stare?”

“N-No,” you stammered out, quickly moving to remove your own clothing as well. It took you longer than normal to take off your shirt. The awkwardness you felt fumbling with your pants had your face flushed. 

“Seems like you need help with everything, huh?” Negan laughed as his hands made his way down to your pants waistline. His rough calloused hands moved around your body, it was definitely not his first rodeo. In seconds you were left with just your underwear. You felt naked in both a literal and figurative sense. “Let's get rid of these too, why don't we?” You could barely hold in the small whines that came out of you as you watched his hands grip onto your boxers waistband,

Every movement and touch from him felt like a rush of pleasure running through your body. You had never been on the receiving end of such touches. The new feeling was addictive. Once he slid off your boxers, your humiliation furthered as you realised your cock was standing at attention. You couldn't control it and the both of you knew that, but that wasn't going to stop Negan from teasing you.

“Look at this! Already so excited, huh?” His coarse finger rubbed against your tip. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth, trying to stop the embarrassing sounds you could feel bubbling in your throat from escaping. Negan's other hand came up removing your barricade from your mouth. 

“Ah—” Before you could stop it the small moan had already fallen out. 

“There we go, I want to hear all those noises. Take this as a lesson for next time you try pleasuring a woman, you want to hear her moaning before you even enter.” As he spoke, his finger continued to tease your tip. You couldn't hold back.

“Ah—ngh—please…” Your small moans and whines were like music to his ears. The way he moved around your tip nearly sent you over the edge.

“Uh-uh. We aren't even close to done.” He removed his finger, a smug smirk plastered across his face. “I haven’t even gotten to fuck you yet.” Pulling off his own pants, he left you there, just laying down and already feeling so tired just from him playing with you. You knew right then that this night was going to be long.

“There we go, now I'm ready” You watched as he finally released his dick from the fabric cage. Looking at it now made you understand why so many women were willing to be his wives. His size was larger than you thought you would ever see; his girth alone was enough to shock you. Your own one felt like a shrimp compared to his. “I know, ain't he a beauty?”

You couldn't even respond. our eyes were locked onto it. Every small twitch it made sent butterflies into your stomach. could it even fit? How does it even fit into anyone? Your thoughts ran wild as he started to lather it up in lube. You had been so distracted you didn't even notice him grabbing the lube from his bedside table. 

“I don't think it’ll fit.” you mumbled, watching him get ready. You were sure that if he did fit it all in your insides would never be the same again.

“It’ll fit, trust me.” Negan's hands gripped your thighs as he began to spread your legs. “We’re gonna start with my favourite one: missionary.” He leaned over, casting a shadow onto you as his cock lined up with your hole. Everything felt ten times more sexual than when you did it. It almost felt like he was teaching you how to do better. 

Feeling the cold lube he had slathered over his manhood only furthered your feelings of embarrassment. The tip alone made your head reel back as you tried to not squirm too much. “C’mon, you can take me. I ain’t that big." Negan inched forward, leaning down closer. His dick kept moving further in your body, stretching out your hole further than you thought was possible. 

You couldn't even speak, every time he moved even just a little bit sent waves of pleasure through your body. All his movements only furthered your descent, it felt like he was rewiring your brain just from is dick alone. His lips ghosted the crevice of your neck snapping you back into reality. “Come on… it took you longer to get my wife off didn't it? You can do this.”

“You’re too—hngh—” Trying to speak only made you let out more sweet moans for Negan to suck up. 

“Too what? You gotta finish your sentences pretty boy.” His deep sultry voice was mocking as he continued to pound into you. The way he looked into your eyes, even as yours started to roll back, nearly sent you over. Each plap seemed louder than the last one as your bodies meshed together. “Were you this fast? Or did you try doing it slowly, thinking that would help get her off?” His mocking words rung through your head.

“Ah—you—hah—” Negan kept going faster and faster, not giving you enough time to form even a thought about what he was doing. His head rested in the crook of your neck; you could feel his breath on you. He kept on pummeling you, his pace steady as you tried to stop yourself from going crazy. 

“You can handle this. Just a little bit longer...” Even he was starting to get out of breath. You could feel pleasure building up in your crotch, you knew what was coming but you didn't care enough to stop it now. 

“Hah, I-I’m gonna—” You couldn't even finish your sentence. The release you had felt new, like it was your first time cumming. A wave of pleasure rushed over you as you felt Negan pound into you one last time. “Ah—hah—”

“Atta’ boy,” was all he said before you felt his warm cum filling your hole up. Negan slid out of you, looking at your now gaping leaking hole. “We’ll finish up here, don’t want to break you from fucking too much… As much as I would want to see that sight.” 

If you could form a coherent thought you would’ve grown embarrassed by the fact it took him only doing missionary to get you off. You were too cockdrunk to even think about anything other than wishing he’d come back for more.

“This better make you stay away from my wives, otherwise I'm gonna fucking ruin your ass next time.” Negan started to dress himself and left you there panting. You couldn't believe he had all of that in him and somehow still had his wives cheating on him. It felt like it was just all a plan for him to pound you.

Or maybe, it was just a joke from the universe.

[hungryboyanime]

Commission for @executioner-alexander

(I remind you that these are fictional characters, if you are not interested you are free not to read. happy reading)

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Sousuke was training in the pool with his childhood friend Rin as usual, they wanted to build some muscle for the next swimming competition, they were so focused that he didn't notice Makoto and Haru's arrival.

"Still training?" Makoto said jokingly, Souske nodded and continued swimming, "You're definitely too serious sometimes you know that?" Haru added.

Rin replied: "Do you want to start bothering Haru already?, You know how Sousuke is when it comes to swimming and I'm here to improve my times too".

Rin continued talking to Haru and Makoto "why are you here am I wrong or did you have to go shopping?" the two said they had changed their minds in the end.

After finishing a lap, Sousuke leaned on the ladder of the pool to catch his breath and saw the three talking to each other. He noticed that Makoto and Haru were starting to take off their shirts and were already wearing their swimsuits ready to dive into the pool with Sousuke.

What caught Sousuke's attention the most were the muscles of the two boys, in particular Makato's were very defined, so he had an idea and called Rin aside for a moment.

Once they reached an isolated point in the pool he explained the plan to his childhood friend, the plan consisted of the two of them having to swallow the other two boys to absorb their muscles.

"Are you sure about this?" Rin asked, "Of course I'm sure it's the easiest and fastest method to build muscles, in our place they would do the same, don't you think?" Sousuke replied, "Okay, you convinced me but I want to take care of Haru" Rin said in a firm tone.

After having agreed they decided to strike at the right time even though Rin was definitely impatient and less controlled than Sousuke.

After training the 4 boys decided to go take a shower, in the shower Makoto said how much fun he had today in the pool, "We should train more often all together, I could also ask the oth-" Makoto was interrupted, he found himself surrounded by darkness at first he didn't understand what had happened but in reality when he started to speak he hadn't noticed Sousuke who had grabbed him from behind and stuck his head in his mouth.

Understanding what was happening Makoto immediately tried to remove his head from Sousuke's mouth, the grip was unfortunately firm and decisive, Sousuke grabbed Makato's arms and held him still while he began to swallow him whole, Makoto's screams were barely audible due to both the shower water and Sousuke's flesh.

Sousuke continued going down on Makoto's muscular chest playing a little with his tongue with your nipples, at that moment Makoto's member was visible even through the costume, it was straight and dripping pre-cum.

Haru realized that something was wrong in the shower there was too much silence, he turned and saw Sousuke who had already swallowed almost all of Makoto, except for the ass and legs that were still coming out of Sousuke's mouth.

Haru immediately ran towards him trying to grab his friend's legs to make him come out when he was immobilized from behind by Rin covering his mouth, "Not so fast, look carefully how your dear Makoto becomes Sousuke's fuel" Rin said with an amused tone.

Sousuke reached Makoto's ass and started playing with his erect member with his tongue, in a few moments he came filling the costume with cum, immediately after he put his head back making sure that gravity helped him to bring down his meal and in a few seconds even Makoto's feet disappeared between Sousuke's lips.

Makoto now finds himself curled up in Sousuke's stomach, meanwhile Haru was there unable to do anything, he saw the bulge in Sousuke's stomach start to stir and cry for help, Sousuke patted himself on the stomach "Fuck man you sure tasted delicious, I'm sure you'll add a lot of muscle".

"Don't be so sad Haru since Sousuke is so full I'll take care of you" Rin said, Sousuke grabbed Haru's shoulders and Rin started to swallow Hari from the feet.

“STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?, DON’T DO THIS PLEASE” Haru begged Rin in vain to stop, Meanwhile Sousuke had rested his large belly against Haru’s back, who could still feel Makoto wriggling.

Shortly after Rin had reached Haru’s head which was now the only part left out, “SOMEONE HELP ME-” Hari tried to scream before Rin pushed him down his throat making him reach his stomach, “Damn it was better than I imagined, even though you were an asshole your taste was a whole other story” Rin said caressing his belly.

The two finished showering ignoring the two boys’ struggles in their respective stomachs, after a few hours the struggles were over, both let out a burp with which they threw out Makoto and Haru’s costumes.

The next day, the two woke up with flat stomachs and more defined abs, not to mention their muscles had gotten bigger.

[fish-in-the-metro]

bowow I can draw oh em gee

regretevator x webkinz crossover art that I did during class (idk if that even looks like smth from Webkinz but whatever)

[froggtogs]

gone fishing

[angelonhelios]

wip wip wip

[inkandpaintsnowleopard]

Oh yeah and I’ve been thinking about B3 all day for some reason (despite having Blam from Arrow Funk in my head NONSTOP-) so I drew these

Pictures taken in the sun, which is why they look like they have the light of every god shining on them instead of my usual Twilight-Blue

I mean they look kinda normal actually

You just had to be there I guess

I like to headcanon Melo as being one of those kids who just invents little stories all the time (but with him you can kinda tell it’s some sort of trauma response)

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[ssruis]

Going through a straight up comical amount of irritating situations to get the stupid 4* guaranteed ticket from the welcome to sekai campaign. It Will Be Mine.

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Fuck it, I don't care if it's possible or not , but I decided Hiraeth can transform into a Selkie.

I need an excuse to draw a Selkie, so I decided Hiraeth, due to a trick of Damh to keep her safe from his father's wrath -before he actually found her- would transform her into a seal, and from then on, she would become a Selkie.