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makur0 · 2 years ago

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No Nut November?

synopsis — they’re drawn into this daring challenge, all hoping to win. but who really has the guts to do so? [various enstars! x gn! reader]

featured characters — kuro kiryu, hiyori tomoe, shu itsuki, mika kagehira, mao isara, izumi sena, niki shiina, madara mikejima, adonis otogari, jun sazanami, tsumugi aoba, rinne amagi (phew a mouthful haha)

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. rough sex, jealous sex, cunnilingus, use of toys, penetration (both reader and character recieving), some hard dom! chara some reader, reversed role, sexual frusturation, teasing, degradation, face sitting, crack in some, fluffy sex in some, all of them being absolute whores (including me lets not lie)

author’s note �� CROWD CHEERING IM BACK TO SMUT Y’ALL (tbh i failed the challenge like a week in but never actually opened that up bc... yeah.) and special thanks to all my mutuals for the characters, lol (these skanky-ass whores are kinda... mmm)

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Give it up for Rinne Amagi y’all, for he isn’t trying to win. I swear this man has no intention of going clean for even twenty-four hours, what makes you think he’ll do it for a whole month? In fact, just to piss off all of the contestants he’ll drag you into his room and go feral on you. Good thing Hiyori and Kanata had decided to bunk at a different dorm (they probably saw this coming) or else they would see Rinne fucking you into his mattress, your tear-stained face shoved into the pillows as you moan shamelessly every time he slaps his pelvis against your ass. Calling you dirty names, leaving handprints on your ass, hickies, bruises and even broken skin littering your chest and shoulders. He literally turns you into a dumb stuttering doll as he pulls countless orgasms out of you, soaking his bedsheets underneath you and generally creating a mess. Which he’s honestly aiming for. Riling up all those so-called ‘clean’ people and making them regret their choice for accepting the challenge. It’s in his nature, after all, to stir up chaos.

Oh? You were planning to participate in the challenge too? Well that has him even more hyped up. He’s gonna scramble your mind (and insides) so much that you’ll be so fucking glad that you didn’t take up the offer and instead stayed with him. If he can make you feel this good, why throw it away for such a shitty gamble that you wouldn’t even gain anything from it?

I don’t think it’s quite obvious, but Jun Sazanami would have lost within the first day. He may have a bit more dignity than our favorite redhead, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a horny teenager at heart. Dragged into this mess by Ohii-san and taunted by him, he was really set on winning it, poor man. He only realized his fault as soon as the first day, when he went out with you. Jun really couldn’t help himself as he would constantly steal looks to your body, feeling himself heating up even more than usual due to the challenge itself. (Literally why are you the most horny when you want to become clean?) I feel like he won’t just fold you and start rutting into you like a bitch in heat— well to be honest i want him to do that— but he’ll secretly jerk off away from the prying eyes of his friends, in hope that people wouldn’t notice. Frantically fisting his hard-on, his other hand desperately muffling his moans, as he comes for what seems like the third time that night. Imagining that it was your hand around his cock, pumping his seed out, and your tongue licking up all of his cum. Goddamn- he can’t escape from your hold.

Of course Hiyori finds this out, but Jun isn’t really all that pissed about it... at least he can fuck you now without worrying about this stupid challenge anyways.

Talking about him, Hiyori Tomoe wouldn’t last either! Definitely hypes himself too much, proclaiming that he will win this challenge easy-peasy. But that’s him talking when he gets pussy/dick almost every night. Even going as far as teasing his friends about it, catcalling them, but soon enough he’ll be eating those words when it hits him that he can’t call you. At least, to call you to meet him at his room again to do their almost-daily quickie. And what?! He can’t even masturbate too??

Somehow he gets through the first week (with him grinding against his sheets softly I may add- which unfortunately made the man even more needy) but it soon turns to be futile as every time he lays eyes on you, dirty fantasies fill his mind. Damn the challenge; why can’t he just have you sit on his cock in public, your nice little hole drooling over his length as you grind impatiently against him? You look so cute in those clothes anyway...

And when you get irritated? By god he’s spiraling. He wants- no, needs you to peg or ride him until he’s seeing stars. Losing his sanity by the second, he’s shoving you into the nearest bathroom stall, impatient to finally get off after so long. And please do help him... he’s been good for a week, right? A whole seven days! He surely deserves a treat, no?

As a joke, Madara Mikejima would take on the challenge fully knowing that he’ll loose... so why? Just to see your face when he announces it? He’s fully aware that you can’t handle the sexual deprivation (even more so than he), so you’re devastated when he tells you his plan. Of course this is all just to see you break and whine to him just so he can tease you about it, but not just yet...

You couldn’t keep your composure for even a week, so soon enough Madara finds you getting off to your toys, trying to keep your loud moans at bay. He doesn’t bite for a minute or so, but once he sees your blissful face once you come undone on some fucking silicone something eats at him. Within a second he’s towering over you, throwing that slicked-over toy and biting at you with a tight smile that clearly tells you that you’re in for it. He’s being extremely petty over getting jealous by a toy, but he’s set on making sure that nobody, not even nothing can make you feel as good as he is right now. Surely, with the way you’re screaming his name for all the neighbors to unfortunately hear, right? And the way you’re convulsing on his cock, pushing him to fuck you even harsher and deeper, yeah? In the end Mama set you up for a trap but he fell in it instead... but really, what does it matter when in the end he has you fold for him?

Poor Tsumugi Aoba, trying so hard for the sake of... what was it exactly? Did he hopefully write it down? Anyways, there’s no shot that this baby wins with all the work stress he’s under. How can he lose you, his main source of relief, for an entire month? He’s likely one of the few people who took the challenge but realized the struggle, so as soon as he’s starts he starts drowning himself in even more work, as ironic as it sounds. It’s successful... for what, the first week and a half or so? But there’s only so much work to be done. He somehow burns through a whole month’s work in a span of a week, and comes up with nothing after that. That’s when the real struggle happens.

It’s almost like he’s death-staring you as he sits with you at the dinner table, but in reality he’s having a mental conniption. All of his walls melted like ice thanks to the lack of distraction, and he’s trying to stop the flow of dirty, dirty thoughts about you. His dick getting hard within a snap of your finger, his face getting flushed and hot, it doesn’t take long for you to connect the dots and mentally sigh. Usually Tsumugi would listen to you thoroughly, but as soon as the words he wanted to hear slipped out of your lips he’s pressing against you like a dog in heat, apologizing profusely as he fucks you right over the table. And he’s likely going to keep you there for a good hour- this man has stamina. Prove me wrong >:(

Kuro Kiryu is struggling because you are. See, if he didn’t catch you biting your lip in frustration, rubbing your thighs together subtly, even ghosting your hand over your sex, he himself wouldn’t feel himself getting hot and hard. What’s turning him on is your sexual frustration... which later on would definitely put it to good use. Unfortunately for him though, he’s still tied into the challenge so he has to at least try. It’s probably the worst two weeks of his life as he tries not to fold your sleeping figure next to him in bed, instead going as far as staying up through the night and taking out all his frustrations on a poor sandbag (I’m telling you, by the end of it his dick his harder than that lmfao). Yes, he loses. Halfway through November, itching for some intimate touch, he nearly praises the lord above when he catches you playing with your sex like a bitch in heat, hurriedly trying to get off.

He’s your man, so of course he has to help you! Just thank him by spilling your loud whorish moans into his ear as he fucks you on the cold bathroom floor, the heat radiating from both of your sweating bodies competing with the hot shower steam. His pent-up energy is either a blessing or a curse to your poor body, because he’s not letting go of you until he’s come at least... be real. Five or six times. And plus I’m normal about breeding so of course he’s watching his thick cum seep out of your hole, decorating the already-white marble tiles. He can’t help but take a picture for masturbation food, seeing your slicked-over hole and ass pairing with the purple, red, and pink marks he proudly left behind. Is he ashamed of losing the challenge? Honestly a bit during post-sex and when he finally has reason... but he’s learned so much that he wouldn’t know before. So it’s a 50/50 for him.

Shu Itsuki struggles because you aren’t. The Shu Itsuki, the self-proclaimed best artist, a man of culture, is frantically trying to calm down his raging hard-on as you waltz away from him, perfectly fine and calm?? No no, it should be the tables turned! You should be the one begging him to please you, and he should be scoffing at your brazen behavior! But no matter how much he wishes it to be this way, your lack of attention, sexually, has him bucking into his expensive sheets, whining into his already-soaked pillow as he tries to get himself off. I feel like Shu is the type of person to train himself to control his sexual desires when you’re not around, taking extreme caution to not to try to come over anything but you. Oh how it bites him in the back now, frustrated tears falling from his lilac eyes as he can’t bring himself to reach an orgasm even once. And he’s not the type to use toys, as the traditional man he is, so there’s nothing in his house that could accommodate to his needs. So he’s, in the worst time possible, stuck.

Finally dropping his pretentious ego, he comes to you as a whiny, horny flustered mess as his obvious hard-on pokes through his pants. You can’t help but coo at his helplessness, teasing him bit to further rile him up. But you can’t have your pretty princess wait for too long, or he’ll actually lose it. So give him a good hard fuck, riding him or pegging him it doesn’t matter, and break him over your lap until he’s a babbling flushed mess. Because of how sensitive he is you have his watery cum staining your slacks, feeling the cool liquid touch your hot skin, but you could care less as you please your baby <3.

Mika Kagehira is adamant on making sure nobody finds out he’s cheating. Who is he kidding- a person who basically lives on your quickies almost every day wouldn’t survive this challenge. But you just look so hopeful as you turned to him to win, genuinely thinking that he’ll succeed. So for your sake he’ll stay quiet, although it’ll probably kill him that he won’t be able to feel you for a while. All he has to survive off of are shitty sex toys and every once in a while plushies that permanently smell like you, so it’s definitely not the best but it could be worse.

But out of all people (although looking back he was relieved) you were the first one to find out that he was cheating all along. Walking into him whining against his pillows, grinding his dick into the cum-soaked sheets as a vibrator was shoved into his ass at the highest speed. You’re frozen in your spot for a good minute, trying to process the scene in front of you, before your wrenched out of your thoughts as the male moans out your name quite shamelessly, gripping onto the ropes he wrapped around his wrists for the thrill of the burn. He was so far gone that he couldn’t even care who walked in on him, which, good for you, could enjoy the show a little bit more before you intrude on his session. So there you are, sitting at his desk, staring at the writhing boy pleasing himself at your name. Around ten minutes pass by, and Mika’s looking pretty worn out so he reaches for the remote. But before he could shut it off you suddenly appear on him, resting your hand over his. The poor boy is flabbergasted, trying to come up with some silly excuse before your other hand is rubbing dangerously close to his dick. Even after all the orgasms he’s had he feels himself getting hard again at your touch, and soon enough wanting more like the spoiled whore he his. But dear me, he’s expecting you to be nice to him especially since he hasn’t had you for so long. He broke his promise after all, didn’t he? Hope he doesn’t mind a bit of pain...

To be fucking funny, Niki Shiina would have won. So hard. Just the way his mind works has him thinking about food all the time, and of course your one of his favorite snacks but somehow it hasn’t brutally affected his sexual deprivation. Somehow. Butttt of course you go and screw everything up. Just like Rinne you fucked the whole challenge... but why is Niki doing it??? Who the hell convinced him to do so? And just ditch you? Nope, not on your watch. You’re gonna make sure he looses, and hard.

He only realizes your intention halfway through, but it’s too late. Because of your influence his dirty mind is turning everything sexual, and it’s pushing him over the edge. He’s pretty much had enough. So, completely disregarding the challenge, he manages to corner you and outwardly express his aggravation, throwing a tantrum like the little kid he is. You simply laugh at his antics, dragging a finger across his collarbone and... wow, you can’t remember what happened after that. All you could focus on was how harsh he was shoving his face into the sheets. The high-pitched whines and moans did not match at all with the brutal pace he set on you, destroying your insides. All you could do was grip on the sheets for dear life, your pupils blown wide and face extremely flushed as Niki fucked into you like a dog in heat. If you didn’t have the pillows masking your sight, you would’ve seen the man have tears streaming down his face in pleasure, his lips stuck in a pout as he watched your hips bruise under the iron grip he had you in. For such a soft guy, he sure is rough... tenfold if he was pent up.

Izumi Sena would be close, but not enough to win. Without you he definitely has the mindset for it. You would think he would get so frustrated by his model workload but ironically it’s what keeps him sane. Give him more than a few days off and his mind will be in the gutters in no time, no matter how much he tries to resist. But the gods seem to be on his side for the entire challenge (how he learned of it, who knows. why, confidential i guess) because the more work he got the less he talked to you. Of course you two contact on a regular basis but nothing more than a short, sweet call or texting each other for minutes at a time. It seems to be enough for him, at least. Whereas you, with a much much higher sex drive, is crying in your sheets. You just want to get off so badly and that’ll just be the end of it, but with the cocky idols teasing you and the haunting nightmares of Izumi being extremely disappointed in you helps you hold off... at least for now. You’re not sure if you can hold it out for any longer.

Fortunately for you, unfortunately for him, the Knights had an ‘emergency’ and he was called back to Japan a week before he was scheduled to leave. The emergency in question was just a lost Leo Tsukinaga, which was solved in no time, but that left Izumi back with you in person while there was just one week left in the challenge. And oh boy did you use that to your advantage. You couldn’t wait when the two of you were alone after the whole fiasco- in fact within the next day the man woke up to your naked figure sitting on his chest, tracing your fingers along his collar. With that and his usual morning wood, Izumi’s sanity and patience snapped like a twig. Flipping you over and immediately pushing inside of you, he’s plowing into you like a starved man, which he is. All of his manner, ego, and common sense is thrown out the window as he moans and curses into your chest, trying to go faster than the pistioning pace he’s already setting on. He’s reduced to a horny teenager, saying how much he missed you and your hold, even coming within the first minute of fucking you. But as soon as he has that post-orgasm mindset, and realizes what you’ve done to him with a flushed angry face, he’s not letting you go for the rest of the day. Be prepared to call out from work tomorrow, because he’s gonna make sure that you get more than what you bargained for.

Mao Isara perseverance is so godly I’m jealous of this man. ...Ok, maybe he acts like a teenager with a middle school crush around you during this challenge, but that doesn’t mean that his common sense and rationality is leading him the right way. But major kudos to the President himself because he’s balancing the stress of work and deprivation for an entire four weeks.

Like all he gets itchy when his time is almost up, and almost loses when he has a sleepover with you, seeing your slumbering body so flush and close to him he’s immediately getting hard. But no, for the sake of his reputation he has to continue, just for a little while. Then he’ll get the prize he’s drooling for. He’s jumping on you, asleep or not, and shoving his face into your sex as soon as his phone says December 1st (which he has been checking several times). He missed your taste and smell so much, he literally comes into his pants as your scent hits him like a brick wall. You’d be waking up to him devouring you from in between your legs, already waking up disoriented and, frankly, now needy. But don’t worry- he’s not letting you go anytime soon until he quenches his thirst and has you come several times for his pleasure. Even after that he’d be fucking you into the mattress, babbling about how much he missed your tight hole and thanking you so much for being patient with him, wrenching out an almost high-pitched moan every time he empties his overloaded balls into you.

Adonis Otogari has the most control over himself so of course he’s one of the very few winners among these horndogs of idols. By no means does he win for boasting rights or to tease the others, but he genuinely believes that it’ll impress you- I swear this boy will jump on any opportunity to see your face light up in excitement; he lives for it. So if this challenge will have you jumping up and down in joy, he’s down.

Minimal struggle. Of course he wakes up with the occasional morning wood, but calms himself down within an hour or so before Koga points it out and shit crashes and burns. Further into the month he has to use more... creative ways (I swear this man is willing to bathe in ice cold water to get his dong to freeze up and feel nothing) but somehow he perseveres as everybody around him starts dropping like flies. And when that clock strikes twelve on the last day of November he’s on cloud nine. Fortunately you’re with him at this time, so he doesn’t waste a single minute to drag you into bed and indulge in you for the remaining nightly hours. Instead of being rushed, harsh, and overall needy (although he is don’t lie), he’s going to take his sweet time and remind himself the pleasure he gets from either fucking you nice and slowly or eating you out so that both of your minds are reeling. He survives, but don’t expect him to do this again anytime soon.

Taglist: @mishkakagehishka @yandere-daze @ciderwebs @sakumasmut @mumuugi @procrastination-is-my-profession @ibaraluvr

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bruciemilf · 2 years ago

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People that headcanon Oliver and Bruce as childhood friends forget what that ACTUALLY MEANS if you see Bruce as Battison. Kid Oliver protecting his anxious quiet friend from bullies in rich kid boarding school because nobody gets to call Bruce a weirdo but HIM okay? Them drifting apart as adult life tears them away but Oliver making time to check on Bruce even when Bruce only retreats farther into himself.

Oliver looking at the new guy running around saving people dressed as a bat in Gotham and being like "oh my god that's little Brucie" (<- Oliver's barely a year older but he knows it irritates Bruce when he calls him that so it stuck) He KNOWS that bat obsession and that quiet voice and that damn DARK EYESHADOW and that FUCKING DRAMA and he rolls up at Wayne Manor like "Bruce I know I said you should branch out more but THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT??"

Oliver's fine with it, though. Bruce is...himself, in the cowl. He takes up space in a way he doesn't as Bruce Wayne, he allows himself to take space in a way he doesn't as Bruce Wayne. It's the most comfortable he's ever seen Bruce in his own skin.

That doesn't mean that he isn't going to use this as an excuse to come to the Manor univited and ruthlessly bully him whenever possible though

LITTLE BRUCIE I DIE -

Listen. Listen. Oliver was 100% the extroverted friend who Bruce, in exceptional cases where he's actually bullied enough to go, follows at parties and holds Oliver's hand the whole time

People think they're dating bc of it, which Ollie doesn't mind, bc honestly? Bruce is the youngest person there; He's alone and needs guidance and he's in a vicious, relentless state of gilded innocence and ruined youth. If Oliver has to " sacrifice his reputation" by being Bruce's boyfriend, he will

Bruce scowls at that, " You don't have to stay around. I'm not fragile."

" Neither is Gotham," a shrug " Why still protect it?" Bruce does not have an answer for that, but he will, some day, Ollie hopes.

LITERALLY you cannot convince me Ollie isn't the Dick to Bruce's (softer, awkward) Jason. Oliver carries around pics of Bruce just doing cute/cringy things, and even if they've been apart, Oliver talks about him whenever he has the chance

" Oh yeah, my baby brother still lives in Gotham. Don't ask why, I stopped a long time ago" and " My baby brother adopted 3 orphans, and I'm like, my brother in christ, you can't even use a microwave"

(And tbh as someone's who's very much not on the " Bruce wayne is actually the mask" team, I'd maybe phrase the last part as Bruce gaining confidence through Batman?? But that's just me sjsj)

Anyway Billionaire Bros my beloved <3

#bruce wayne #batman #oliver queen #green arrow #arrowbat #platonic batarrow #dc #dc imagines #battinson #writing #text post #bruce wayne protection squad #MAKE THIS A TAG COWARDS

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luvth0t · 3 years ago

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ONE TIME THING ━ P.G & C.L

in which pierre and charles find out you had hooked up with both of them, despite the life long friendship and agreement you’d never go there with either of them. resulting in a night you’d definitely never forget with both drivers.

warnings; threesome, spitting like once, praise, degradation, friends with benefits, spanking, oral sex, unprotected sex, choking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, hair pulling, petty charles and pierre, jealous charles and pierre; just them being egotistical dicks :) it’s kinda long my baddd and just pure filth at the end tbh

“pierre if you ever win a race, i’ll sleep with you.”

it was an innocent promise, that wasn’t meant to be a promise. it was banter, full of sarcasm; and was more so expressing your doubt that pierre would ever win an f1 race.

fake doubt of course, your best friend of many, many years winning a formula one race was almost as big of a goal for you as it was for him. but it was rare occasions that you would express that out loud.

the strong friendship was built upon sarcasm, petty insults and messing around. sleeping with him also was not on the table. you were adamant that girls and guys could be friends, best friends, without it ever being more.

hence why he didn’t miss a beat at your statement, laughing as charles scoffed.

“if that’s all it takes then why haven’t i fucked you yet?”

charles had jokingly asked in offence, this being only moments after his win in monza in 2019. the three of you sat around charles’s hotel room, a few drinks deep after celebrations that lasted for most of the night.

you had giggled, making up some shit excuse and the conversation was forgotten, like most. it wasn’t the first time you had joked about sleeping with either of them; probably wouldn’t be the last either. but it was nothing more than a joke.

that’s what you had thought at least. little did you know the simple statement would change everything.

fast forward a year, back in monza; pierre did in fact win a race. you were ecstatic, like most of the racing world; itching to celebrate. like you had with charles the year before, now you could with pierre.

the three of you had been a tight knit group for years, since you could remember. the pair of them having met karting, you were right by their side; following your family around who were supporting your brother.

the three of you had a bond that refused to break, despite the travelling and sometimes challenging circumstances. it was purely platonic.

until that night in monza.

a club not too far away from the hotel almost everyone was staying at was housing many people from the track, pierre the centre of attention.

this meant by the time you finally got to have a conversation with him, you were both slightly tipsy. him casually drinking while speaking to friends and you challenging charles to do shots.

“remind me ma belle, what was it you were going to do when i won my race?” pierre had leaned down to mumble in your ear after a few moments of dancing together.

you had furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wondering if you had heard him right because you had no recollection of any deals the pair of you had surrounding a win.

“this time last year, after charles win.” pierre practically yelled over the music, his hand lingering on the small of your back to stay close, which wasn’t easy in the large and lively crowd.

it took a few more moments of thinking before you remembered, immediately laughing. “fuck you? yeah right,” you laughed; taking it as a joke.

and while the smirk hadn’t left pierre’s lips, you caught the familiar glint of amusement in his eye, but behind it laid a revealing look that showed he was being completely serious.

“your words, not mine.” pierre hummed so casually, his hand lingering; sliding over your back softly. only then did you realise the delicate touch of his fingers, the idea of sleeping with your childhood friend entering your mind for the first time and it had you fully appreciating his touch and the minimal distance between you.

your eyes had searched his, in disbelief and hunting any sign of this being a joke, yet instead it only lead to your eyes flickering to his lips. “i think you’ve had too much to drink.” you finally laughed off, shaking your head as you dragged your bottom lip between your teeth.

his laugh tuned into yours, and for a moment you were relieved; this was a joke. good, you can ignore the heat building in your cheeks and the feeling between your legs. but his following sentence caught you more off guard than before. turns out he was laughing at you, not with you

“i think, i want to rip this dress off of you and take you right here right now,” pierre had leaned down so his lips brushed against your ear; his words drowned out by the music meaning only you could hear them.

you would’ve liked to think that after so many years of being strictly platonic, the first mention of exploring something sexual would be easy to shrug off. it had never interested you before. yet with his lips so close to your skin, his hand dangerously low on your back ━ your judgment was clouded.

for some reason you found yourself liking the sounds of his words, flustered even as a blush raised on your cheeks.

“that sounds like a bad idea,” you hummed; turning to face him, trying to shrug yourself of the unfamiliar nerves and butterflies pierre had just planted. the guy you had grown up with had never had this effect on you before.

“we can blame it on the alcohol,” he shrugged, the pair of you still swaying to the music lightly in order to not completely stick out in the middle of the dance floor of the heated and buzzing club.

for some reason you didn’t object immediately like you should; like you thought you would.

“i do like to stay true to my word,” you hummed in fake thought, more intent to the sway of your hips now as the distance between your bodies became non existent. you hadn’t missed the smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth, reaching his eyes as he beamed down at you.

it didn’t feel real, yet it didn’t feel wrong neither. only a few moments later his lips were on yours; then on your neck, then he was dragging you out of the club into a back of cab.

the following morning had you awakening with a groan, a heaving feeling on your chest causing a few moments of panic.

“oh fuck me,” you breathed in both relief and shock as you pushed pierre’s arm off of you. it took a few moments to gather your surroundings.

pierre in bed with you. you had no clothes on. his were on the floor. this was pierre’s hotel room.

you had just fucked your best friend.

“again?” pierre piped up in response to your words, only then snapping you back to reality; sitting up with urgency as your eyes fell down on him. his eyes still shut, yet a playful smile on his face.

“how did this even… fucking hell pierre.” you practically whined, moving to push the blanket off of you to get out of this situation as quickly as you got into it.

you were too close for this to be awkward, but comprehending the fact you had slept with the one guy things weren’t complicated with almost felt like a betrayal to yourself. all those times you had huffed and snapped at people who would assume there was something going on between you and pierre, or you and charles; you’d always been quite adamant girls and guys can be friends. just friends.

apparently not?

“was it that bad?” pierre scoffed, only now opening his eyes; rubbing them to adjust to the light as his hand captured your wrist due to his quick reflexes, pulling you back down towards your pillow and him. “calm down. god forbid we had one night of fun.” he chuckled.

only then did you actually process what had happened. the toe curling orgasm he had brought you to with his tongue alone, the way he tugged on your hair and moaned your name as you sucked him off expertly. not to mention how he fucked you till you were seeing stars.

pierre noticed you playing out last nights antics in your mind, a grin forming as your cheeks heated up. “didn’t think you were a screamer,” he hummed casually; his hand moving to brush a strand of your hair out of your face.

your eyes had widened at his words, nudging him quickly. “fuck off.” you rushed out, the blush on your cheeks showing no signs of fading. “this can’t happen again.” you practically warned him, eyes narrowing. yeah right.

“i know.” pierre spoke with certainty, because he agreed. he’d hate things to become complex. to ruin a friendship that didn’t need to change. he was happy with you as one of his best friends. “and we can’t tell charles.” he added.

you were quick to nod agreement. despite always being open with the both of them and vice versa, you were keen on the idea of never speaking of this again. “agreed.” you quickly breathed out of relief, nodding as your tense body finally relaxed.

charles knowing wouldn’t end well. it had been something that was spoken of as hypothetical a fair few times, you sleeping with either of them. and all of you had always assured it would never happen. laughing it off and it was never anything more.

you knew charles would hate to know that you two risked your friendship like this. that you were willing to put a lifelong relationship at risk for a few moments of pleasure.

but pierre knew charles would hate to know that pierre got to sleep with you, and he didn’t. an unspoken want between the two males didn’t need to be addressed for pierre to be aware of it. he knew if he randomly found out that charles slept with you he’d be fuming. and more so, jealous.

━

it was the end of the season, the abu dhabi grand prix. a few months since your night with pierre in monza. and things between you and him, and charles; were normal.

you had stayed true to your word for the most part. neither of you had told charles. that was a rule you didn’t want to even consider breaking.

however not letting it happen again had lasted a whole ten minutes, that morning was spent riding his dick and then being fucked against the shower screen as steaming hot water poured over the two of you.

casual sex has kept you both satisfied since then. slipping into a friends with benefits situation despite your denial and refusal to ever label it that.

you had looked down on such a thing only a few months ago, yet now here you were. consistently hooking up with your close friend and hiding it from the other.

you were stupid to think charles hadn’t become suspicious, but the pair of you really did believe he had no idea.

and right now was a prime example of how naive you were to both think that.

“fuck pierre,” you moaned softly, hands gripping his hair as his tongue circled your clit and dived between your folds. you were resting back into the couch, legs over his shoulders from where he knelt on the floor of the open living room of his hotel suite.

you weren’t here to hook up, this was the last thing you had in mind considering charles was on his way over.

but pierre had been getting more comfortable; bold with his advances. and you quickly worked out you weren’t one to resist him. one delicate touch on your skin and you’d practically do anything he asked. the moment his lips met yours, all sense of judgement was abandoned.

“look so pretty like this.” he grunted out against your cunt, his grip tight on your thigh as he pleasured you with his tongue, revelling in the feeling of your hands tangling in his hair.

whines and whimpers left your lips as your pleasure built up, back arching off the couch as he ate you out. he got off from getting you off, countless nights had been spent of him making you cum over and over again from just his tongue till tears trickled down your face.

a cruel gentlemen.

the rattle of the doorknob followed by a knock at the door had you whining in annoyance, crashing down from the upcoming orgasm as pierre hesitantly pulled away from you.

“fuck.” you spoke out in disbelief. in disbelief that the pair of you could do this while knowing charles was on the way.

attempting to catch your breath, you quickly sat up; pierre standing as he tossed your lace underwear towards you before taking his time in approaching the door, wiping his mouth and fixing his hair up while doing so.

you had practically sprinted to the bathroom. well, more so limped. legs still shaky, skirt scrunched around your waist and panties in your hand.

looked like a trashy groupie in all honesty, but no shame was felt.

“charles!” you grinned as you entered the lounge room not too long after, fighting back the urge to cringe when you saw charles sitting in the spot you were just getting off in moments ago.

you had fixed yourself up, to the best of your ability. and you thought you had done a good enough job.

until pierre left about half an hour later due to a call from his manager, something about a quick meeting down in the hotel lobby.

“so how long?” charles spoke up with a raised eyebrow after a few moments of silence, you too busy flipping through the netflix catalogue. your eyebrows furrowed at his words, not even sparing him a glance.

you didn’t cut your best friend enough credit; because he wasn’t as oblivious nor dumb as you and pierre hoped.

“what?” you laughed, awaiting for him to continue; maybe if you had looked at him you would’ve feared the worst. his skeptical gaze masking one of jealousy as he looked at you.

“how long have you two been fucking?” he responded, oh so casually you almost didn’t process the words that left his mouth. he sounded unfazed, but when your eyes darted to him he definitely didn’t look it.

charles doesn’t not what annoys him more. the fact neither you have told him, or the fact that pierre was the one sleeping with you. not himself.

it’s not like charles was in love with you. he wasn’t, he loved you; as a best friend. just like you did him, and you did pierre; and pierre did you.

but he’d be lying if he had never fantasied. never thought about pushing the boundaries with you. because he had. and he knew pierre had too, they’ve discussed it. managing to speak of you respectfully while confessing their similar desires. which they both agreed weren’t attainable.

but apparently that wasn’t true because pierre had been spending who knows how long with you in his bed.

“what?” you were caught off guard, heat creeping up your neck and cheeks. if you had a drink in the moment you would’ve choked on it, letting out a nervous laugh and quickly shaking your head. “i don’t know what you’re…” you started to speak.

you had cut yourself short, his raised eyebrow making you think rationally. hiding something from charles was bad enough. you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him. “okay… since monza.” you mumbled. never one to hide things well. it’s incredible you hadn’t confessed already.

charles nodded - not suspecting you to come clean so quickly. he pieced things together quickly though. pierre’s win in monza. that makes sense. “so you did mean what you said about him winning?” he asked, his voice lacking the usual softness to it.

only now you were trying to read him and for the first time ever, you couldn’t. sure you didn’t expect him to be over the moon, considering you’d kept this from him. his two best friends going behind his back. but something was off.

“you remember that too?” you dodged the question accidentally, confused how one stupid drunk statement that was a joke was hung onto but not by one driver but two. “i didn’t mean it. he just brought it up when we were both celebrating and it just happened.” you shrugged as if it was nothing. because it really had happened that easily.

he only nodded with a click of his tongue, avoiding your eyes as he drummed his fingers against the arm rest of the couch where he was sat. you were sat on the single seater opposite, yet it was still close enough to him to sense the awkwardness take over the room. something you weren’t use to with him.

of course pierre who started this whole mess gets to miss out on this dreaded conversation. you taking the heat for something he had started.

you thought charles was upset because he had been left in the dark, excluded; who wants to find out that their two best friends are sleeping together? he had his suspicions for a couple weeks now but he quite easily heard your moans when he approached the hotel door today, confirming his thoughts and giving him the confidence to call you out.

“i’m sorry we didn’t tell you.” you sighed after the silence became too much to bare, standing up and moving to sit down on the couch next to him; placing a hand on his arm. “it’s just temporary, and still platonic.” you hummed in reassurance.

“i don’t care that you guys didn’t tell me,” he shrugged; his eyes glancing to your small hand resting on his arm before finding your eyes. “just confused as to why him.” he shamelessly admitted, eyes pouring into yours.

only then did you realise you were reading him wrong.

“what do you mean?” your words came out cautiously, almost as if you didn’t want to know. for some reason you were already starting to figure it out. the way he was looking at you. but you were pushing back that thought.

“why him? why not me?” the ferrari driver asked you seriously, his stare telling you he wanted an answer.

you were confused beyond your belief, parting your lips to speak before pressing them shut. you haven’t ever considered sleeping with charles. his question wasn’t an easy one. the fact he wanted to know was also throwing you off guard. that was the last thing you expected him to say in response to all of this.

“what? okay… uh, well… you’ve never shown any interest.” you shrugged, eyes not daring to leave his. your hand was still resting on his arm, not that you knew it. you were telling the truth, you had never considered sleeping with pierre until he practically spelt out his want for you on that dance floor.

“and if i did?” charles quizzed, a moment of confidence washing over him. he’s not sure where the sudden boldness was coming from but he figured he had nothing to lose. if her and pierre can fuck every week and still be best friends then he can simply ask about it without making things awkward.

“what? i don’t━” you started to speak, cheeks heating up as you tried to process the idea of sleeping with charles. would you?

“say next time i win a race, i want to celebrate with you on top of me moaning my name and bouncing on my cock hm? how’s that sound? seems fair.” he spoke his vile words so smoothly, a finger tracing up your thigh.

the blush on your cheeks was unavoidable, and your jaw had practically dropped at the scenario he painted out. the light touch on your leg not helping as you suddenly saw your friend in another light. his usually light green eyes now dark yet still beautiful as they stared at you, his jaw clenching every few moments was quite appealing and you were suddenly aware of the toned muscles of his arm that you were touching. all the while you played out the image of you doing exactly what he just said.

“charles…i- well it-" you stumbled over your words like a teenager with a crush, become flustered way too quickly.

“if you don’t like being on top that’s fine too. would quite happily have you a shaking mess beneath me, would fuck you until there’s tears leaving your pretty eyes.” he continued, shocking both you and himself with his words.

he blamed the confirmation of the fact that pierre had tried something with you, and succeeded, as to why he was now voicing everything he had kept hidden.

his hand had come up to your cheek, back of his palm bursting against your skin lightly; and the moment his thumb ran over your bottom lip you were done for.

“that does sound fair,” you mumbled in agreement, eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. his lips suddenly looking extremely kissable, thinking in a way that you shouldn’t when your on the couch of the guy who was eating you out only an hour ago.

what the fuck was going on? did you have any self control when it came to your sexual needs?

you didn’t miss the amusement that sparkled in his eyes as a smirk grew, but the sound of the door opening had you practically jumping away from him. contact being lost as you both brought your hands back to yourselves.

once again your face was bright red as you listened to pierre enter his hotel room. snapping back to reality.

“quick meeting,” charles chuckled; falling back into his normal self with ease, almost shocking you; watching as he grinned towards pierre. as if the conversation between the two of you had just not happened.

“yeah, thankfully.” pierre laughed; oblivious to the tension in the air as he got settled on the couch next to you, a fake laugh leaving your lips.

charles started to speak, engaging in conversation with pierre. making it clear to you he wasn’t planning on continuing the conversation with pierre around. which only confused you more. what was he trying to play at here?

but sitting in between the two of them you had no idea what to say. regularly hooking up with the guy to your right; and now the only thing on your mind was everything the guy on your left had just proposed to you.

all the while they were both supposed to be your best friends. nothing more. it had been nothing more for over 15 years. why the sudden change? and why with both of them.

charles put on the best performance you’d ever seen, oscar-worthy which was making you curious to how long he had known you and pierre were sleeping together. because he gave no insights to the french driver that he was aware of the not so secret nights you’ve spent together.

it made it easy for you to laugh and pretend you weren’t having an internal conflict, before making up some excuse to leave; claiming you had a headache.

it was later that night charles showed up your door, and you groaned at the sight of him.

“wait.” he cut you off before you could speak. because you were ready to have a go at him, as to how he can only confront you about you and pierre’s little secret. how he had to make things tense between you guys, not all three of you. hypocritical? maybe. but really that’s not where your frustration lies, instead you couldn’t get charles words out of your head. “i’m sorry.”

“what?” you spoke, confused as you stood in the door frame.

“i’m sorry for everything i said. i shouldn’t have done that, it was stupid. i’d hate to ruin things, your my best friend and i let some petty jealousy get the better of me.” charles sighed, showing the difference between him and pierre.

pierre didn’t care about consequences, hence why he was the one who sparked your current situationship. charles was acting out of character earlier, you knew that. what scared you was you liked it.

“i didn’t think you’d be jealous.” you hummed in curiosity, running a hand through your hair. “plus you have no reason to apologise. we should’ve told you.”

“me either.” charles shrugged. “just an ego thing i think.” he tried to explain, offering a sheepish smile which had you letting out a scoff.

“it sounded great by the way.” you randomly blurted; not controlling your words but not regretting them. his confused expression had you continuing. “if you were to win a race… something about me on top.” you further explained with a shy grin, reminding him of his own words.

you were playing a dangerous game right now. he had just come here to quickly put out whatever fire he sparked a few hours ago, but here you were pouring a whole tub of gasoline on it.

“i mean really you’ve won twice already. that should count for something.” you spoke without thinking, eyes holding lust you couldn’t explain. but he started this… kind of? so you were only acting in reaction.

his expression had changed, quickly catching onto what you were hinting at. eyes trying to find any hint of playfulness to show that you were joking.

“fuck sake.” you muttered, hand reaching out to grab his shirt; tugging him inside and towards you before pressing your lips to his with no second thought.

charles was shocked at first, although it only took a few seconds for the monegasque to kiss back, managing to shut the door behind him.

and he wasn’t lying earlier either, because he lived up to his words that night; bringing you to multiple orgasms, you rode him like he had described ━ and shook underneath him too.

to say you were thankful this occurred at the final grand prix of the year was an understatement, because once you all returned home and the summer break began, you avoided the pair like they had the plague.

an out of character thing to do, but only moments after sleeping with charles had you realised you had not only slept with one of your best friends. but both.

you felt torn, ashamed and confused. how it even got to that point, with both of them, you don’t know. but fear filled you quite quickly with how pierre would react, what they’d both expect; what this meant. so avoidance was best.

you then decided, two weeks before bahrain where you would be in attendance, that you needed to set the record straight. telling pierre that the whole friends with benefits thing had to end, and telling charles what happened was a one time thing.

easy fix. hopefully things could go back to normal.

━

“i feel like we haven’t hung out us three in months,” pierre spoke in amazement from where he lounged, sprawled on a recliner that was in the living room of his hotel room located in bahrain.

his luxury suite nothing in comparison to your tiny one. not that you’d ever complain, getting to travel the world a few times a year expense free to support your best friends was more than a dream.

“because we haven’t.” charles laughed sitting on the right side of the couch; you on the left; a clear space between the two of you so you could both be comfortable. your eyes lifted and glanced over him. you were confident he hadn’t told pierre about the night between you two.

you had forced him to promise that he wouldn’t the moment you could think properly after your night together in abu dhabi. god knows what would happen if they had a conversation about sleeping with you. if that were to happen, you’d probably run away and never speak to either of them. well that’s what you’d feel like doing.

“funny how the only busy one over the summer break was you y/n,” pierre hummed as he glanced to you, not so subtlety calling out your lack of presence over the summer.

“i was busy.” you lied through your teeth, charles letting out a laugh.

“busy doing what?” it was charles turned to speak, and you quickly furrowed your eyebrows. why did this feel like an ambush? as if they were working together with their coinciding questions.

“busy with my other friends. it’s not so simple getting on a plane and visiting your dumbasses in whatever country. let alone affordable.” you defended almost too quickly, and you could tell they didn’t believe you one bit by the way their smirks mirrored each other.

“i think you mean busy stressing over the fact you slept with both of us.” pierre corrected you, your stomach dropping as you let out a cough, eyes meeting his amused ones. then charles apologetic ones, darting between the two in some sort of panic. what the fuck? did you hear that right?

the cheeky grin on charles face meant his sorry eyes meant close to nothing. that mother fucker. the look alone confirmed he had in fact told pierre.

“i’m not talking about this.” you huffed, eyes turning to your phone. you don’t even want to think about what they’ve said to each other, how they spoke; oh you fucked up this time.

“i had to tell him. he saw the scratches on my back.” charles admitted in a quick defence, pierre letting out a laugh as you refused to look at either of them.

“recognised them actually.” pierre mused, gaining your attention as you were quick to throw a pillow at him. the redness on your cheeks was prominent and you were ready to storm out of here. how were they speaking about this so casually?

“fuck off both of you. you both started it, thinking with your dicks.” you grumbled, if they had kept their dirty words and hands to themselves then you would not be in this position. how were you meant to resist either of them with the way they acted?

“no stress love, not the first girl to want both of us.” charles couldn’t help but laugh; finding his words more than amusing. it being his turn to receive a pillow to the face, although he caught it quite quickly.

“you do want both of us right?” pierre’s tone has caught you off guard, suddenly any playfulness was gone; your eyes falling onto him. and you knew that look all too well. instantly giving you flashbacks of the nights you had spent together, it taking a lot to not squeeze your thighs together. not only from the way he was looking at you, but the idea of both of them.

no. no way. you ended it with both of them. had promised yourself you’d never go there with either of them again.

“this isn’t funny.” you scoffed, eyes glancing between the pair of them. only now noticing how charles was looking at you intently, which also went straight to your core; having to squeeze your thighs together this time.

god damn these flashbacks.

“we’re not joking,” charles spoke up now, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. we? as in these dumbasses planned this? “you’ve always bragged about how you’re a great multi taker.” he commented, before the room fell in a silence.

the idea of fucking both of them was overwhelming enough. both of them at the same time? you almost had to shut your eyes to just think about that.

“you can say no ma belle,” pierre quickly piped up; charles nodding along. “and we can forget any of this ever happened.” charles added.

the blush on your cheeks was as intense as the feeling between your legs, eyes avoiding both of them. they did plan this. “sounds like you two prepared a script and everything. this is what you do without me? try plan a threesome?” you deflected; avoiding their eyes with a scoff and a laugh holding no confidence.

“we can forget we said anything-“ charles began to back out, fearing the idea of a threesome was not something you’d be keen on despite both their suspicions.

you knew charles, and the regret and concern in his voice was one he couldn’t fake; confirming to you this was in fact not a joke.

so you shook your head quickly. “i want both of you.” you admitted quietly while cutting him off, your words surprising you - but you knew how you felt about what they were proposing, it was finding the confidence to admit it. “a one time thing. then we pretend this never happened.” you added your condition, eyes narrowing between the pair.

“fine by me.” pierre smirked, before charles leaned over the couch before he had a hand on yours; tugging you towards him before swiftly moving you onto his lap. “only if i get you first, you already had plenty of time with him.” the ferrari driver muttered before his lips were pressed against yours hungrily.

you don’t know what turned you on more, the fact pierre was watching or the way charles hands were gripping your thighs. but you kissed back never the less, tangling your fingers in his hair as you straddled him; pierre still sitting comfortably as he watched.

“we’re going to ruin you princess, you want that?” charles whispered once pulling away from your lips - watching as you nodded desperately; his hand moving to your skirt, quite easily sliding past the waistband and to your lace panties; pushing them aside as two fingers slid across your folds. “she’s wet already.” he spoke, a chuckle being heard behind you but you paid it no mind when charles fingers started to rub circles on your clit.

“please charles,” you moaned from the minimal contact, craving more. you have been thinking of this since that one night in abu dhabi. and you were thankful he listened to your plea, his fingers quite quickly speeding up their movements, having your head fall back.

“so needy already.” pierre commented, reminding you of his presence as charles fingers continued their assault on your pussy, sliding a finger inside of you ━ he didn’t want to waste time in pleasing you.

your hands gripped onto charles hair, tangling in the strands as he began to pump his finger in and out of you; watching in awe as your face contorted from the pleasure.

he brought you into a kiss a couple moments later, and you didn’t mind moaning against his mouth as you eagerly kissed him back, hips bucking against his hand. you had barley started and you already found yourself getting lost in the pleasure.

pierre and charles both had hards on, charles much more obvious as you felt it pressing against your thigh. you had forgotten pierre was behind you for the time being, getting lost in charles easily. he knew what to do with his fingers, and the passionate kiss was only adding to it.

pierre sensed this, and while he was quite willing to share you; he didn’t need you forgetting all those times he had you forgetting your own name from how good he fucked you.

you hadn’t heard pierre approach; even once charles lips left yours, the ferrari driver now moving to kiss at your neck as he slid another finger inside you. you were very much still oblivious to pierre standing behind you.

“look so beautiful like this, riding my fingers.” charles praised against your skin, nibbling and sucking wherever he wanted ━ pulling soft moans and whines from you.

“i think she looks like a slut.” pierre’s words gained your attention, his hand tangling in your hair before he pulled your head back to look up at him; a gasp leaving your lips, his words sending shivers up your spine. “don’t tell me you have charles fooled princess.” pierre smirked down at you, the top of your head resting against his abdomen.

charles watched the pair of you, not slowing his fingers however. he watched as pierre tapped your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, your lips parting on cue before he spat in your mouth. he felt his cock stiffen as he watched you do a dirty act so innocently, how you swallowed as soon as pierre raised his eyebrows. it being quite obvious the pair of you had done this before.

“she likes it rough,” pierre spoke for you, hand still in your hair, the other moving to cup the side of your jaw; running his thumb over the skin of your cheek. “don’t you baby?” pierre whispered, blue eyes staring down at you after glancing to charles who couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

you whimpered at his words, quickly being reminded of how incredible the sex was between the two of you, and despite it being charles fingers pumping in and out of you right now it was pierre’s actions that caused the soft moan from your lips. “yeah,” you spoke breathlessly, wanting to glance at charles to see his reaction, but pierre held your head in place; looking up at him and all his glory.

charles grunted, if he was jealous before about pierre beating him to it when it came to sleeping with you, he sure as hell was filled with envy now. so envious he didn’t waste anytime in bringing his thumb to your clit, circling quickly as he then curled his fingers. he didn’t need pierre telling him what you liked.

charles brushing the spot inside of you had your eyes rolling back. “fuck charles,” you moaned, back arching as you started to struggle. pierre’s jealousies had left him, quite happy to stand here and watch charles bring you to the edge with his fingers ━ giving you a tap on the cheek before he stepped back, releasing you from his grip.

a smug smile was on charles lips, breathing quite heavily as he watched you; his fingers not slowing nor stilling. he noticed how you began to shake, clench around his fingers and allowed your head to fall back.

“don’t let her cum.”

pierre’s words hit you just as fast as charles fingers left you, whining as your hips tried to follow charles hand for more contact, feeling your high slowly crumble down before you could reach that release, hoping the oh so sad look in your eyes could convince charles to ignore pierre.

“don’t pout.” charles hummed, moving his fingers to your lips. despite the ruined orgasm downing your mood you didn’t waste time in welcoming his fingers which pushed past your lips, sucking them like you would his cock.

“i’m getting bored.” pierre huffed as he watched the pair of you; his raging hard on now too hard to ignore. he needed to touch you at least. not be stuck here watching you admire charles with fuck me eyes and looking at him as if he was some sex god.

“ruining my orgasm wasn’t enough for you?” you spoke breathlessly once charles fingers left your mouth, head turning to look to the french man; quirking an eyebrow as if to challenge him. you couldn’t help but squirm slightly in charles lap.

this was all too much, your two best friends almost being too much to handle. being under charles intense stare while licking his fingers was one thing, but turning to look at pierre didn’t bring any comfort or help calm you down either. they weren’t even touching you right now and it felt as if your body was on fire.

“no it wasn’t.” pierre’s tone matched yours, returning to where he was stood moments earlier; hands finding the hem of your shirt, and you didn’t protest as he slid the material up and over your head.

you let your eyes fall back onto charles, a lazy smile playing on both of your lips; not missing the way his eyes shamelessly checked you out in your black lace bra. “don’t get shy now pretty boy,” you smirked to charles as you grabbed ahold of one of his hands and moved to place it on your body, all the while pierre’s hands unclasped your bra, discarding it behind him.

ignoring pierre was definitely intentional, but not at all difficult; quite satisfied with your current view and position while straddling the ferrari driver. you knew how to work both of them; rile up pierre, flatter charles. an easy way to bring out the best of them and all there sinful talents.

pierre had to stop himself from audibly grunting as he watched charles hand roam your skin, your hand caressing his arm while he did so. he didn’t miss the small smirk charles sent him either, which caused his patient to run thin.

“y/n,” pierre spoke lowly as his hand tangled in your hair once more, mirroring his actions from earlier as he tugged your head back and forced you to look up at his towering frame. and you couldn’t mask the small moan that it pulled out from you, the way your name rolled off his tongue alongside the pain that mixed with pleasure. “on your knees.” he spoke in demand.

those three words had you falling back into submission with ease, sliding off of charles lap and settling on your knees in between his legs. unsure whether pierre wanted you facing forwards towards charles or the opposite; facing himself. but you went with pierre, your plan of ignoring him to get a rise out of him a distant memory.

“no need to be so rude pierre.” charles spoke out mockingly, leaning forward as his hand brushed some of your hair off your shoulder, lips brushing against your neck. “she’s being so good for us.” charles hummed and you could feel the smile of his lips as he pressed a short kiss to your skin.

the praise had you taking a shaky breath, charles sweet words not matching pierre’s intense stare above you; having to bite your lip as he laughed. you felt as if you were stuck in between an angel and a devil and the contrast was starting to make you believe you could cum from their words alone.

“we’ll see.” pierre hummed, eyes not having left yours; practically dismissing charles, as he then moved to kneel at your level. you were about to speak, but the french man had swiftly turned you around to face charles before you could, a small squeal leaving your lips when he tugged your hips back; causing your hands to grip onto charles thighs for balance as your back arched naturally. “put that mouth to use sweetheart,” pierre instructed, his hand slapping your ass to hurry you up.

it had you jolting forward, hands quickly moving to fiddle with the zipper on charles jeans; who had leant back in his seat once more, hands folded behind his head as he watched you carefully. freeing his cock had you distracted from pierre’s movements as he tugged your skirt down and discarded it behind him and out of the way, tugging down your underwear in a few movements too and throwing those aside as well.

his touch ended there, allowing you to focus as your hand ran up and down charles length a few times; looking up at him through your lashes. the low groan that left his lips when your thumb ran over his tip brought a smile to your face.

you were thrown off guard when pierre’s tongue ran a stripe up your folds, jaw dropping as a moan left your mouth, attention shifting to the grip he had on your ass as his tongue swirled your clit.

“ma chérie don’t make me repeat myself,” pierre stilled his actions as quick he started; giving your ass another slap that had you whimpering before taking charles into your mouth without any second thoughts; desperate to feel pierre’s tongue on you once again.

and it worked, which motivated you to focus on the monegasque above you. your tongue swirling around his length as your head began to bob up and down, a choked moan being heard from your throat when pierre slid a finger inside of you.

charles was lazily smirking down at you, moving a hand to wrap in your hair; fingers holding the strands delicately in comparison to the french man behind you. “just like that, good girl,” charles practically cooed as his head fell back.

the sight and praise had you squeezing your thighs together as you took the whole of him in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat causing him to moan and you to gag. but that was the least of your issues as pierre sucked on your clit, your hips pushing back involuntarily as you whined.

“stay fucking still,” pierre grunted out against your core in response, another slap hitting your ass; which has you jolting forward, another muffled moan as charles dick hit the back of your throat again.

your head was practically spinning, and the breathy chuckled that charles let out was not helping; eyes looking up at him ━ tears prickling them from the building pleasure pierre was so kindly giving you mixed with the fact that you were deep throating charles cock every chance you could.

your back arched as pierre pumped his finger in and out of you expertly, curling at all the right moments and grazing the spot he had memorised while not letting up the attack on your clit. charles hand gently tugged you off his dick, giving you a moment to breathe as he held your head in place, other hand moving to cup your jaw gently; thumb wiping some spit from the corner of your mouth.

“oh fuck, please,” you moaned out now that you could speak; grip tightening on charles legs as pierre slid a second finger inside you; slapping your ass once more which was a major contrast from charles gentle touches. your body was practically on fire, unsure how to react to the two of them at once. so different yet working so well together.

“patience ma belle,” charles hummed, his hand directing you back to his cock before you happily took him in your mouth again, your string of moans and whines becoming muffled once more. deciding to try focus on getting charles off instead of your own shaking legs as you resisted the urge to push your hips back once more.

charles groans gradually grew louder, his grip in your hair tightening as you sucked him off; the sight of you on your knees taking him so well was one he wanted to remember, the way you were squirming and whining around him had him fighting to keep his eyes open; watching the way your back arched and how responsive you were to every movement made by pierre, who was quiet and lazily torturing you with his tongue and fingers.

pierre could make you come in a matter of seconds if he really wanted to, but you both knew that wouldn’t be happening until you earned it. so your excitement only built when you felt charles twitch in your mouth, alongside the slight tug on your hair as his head fell back.

“fuck you’re good at that,” charles groaned appreciatively as he came in your mouth with little warning, and you didn’t miss a beat while he had his orgasm; bobbing your head a few times before swallowing, releasing him from your mouth with a pop.

it was as if on cue pierre’s fingers began to pump in and out of you with a new intent, hitting a new angle and pushing further which had you almost falling forward; your weak arms barley keeping your up right from the grip on charles thighs.

your knees would definitely be bruised from the hard floorboards, but the pain was nothing in comparison to everything else your body was feeling. trying to admire charles and his post orgasm glow was difficult, especially when pierre replaced his tongue on your clit with his thumb.

“you gonna cum ma belle?” charles spoke to you, still breathing heavily as he looked down at you, his grip still in your hair; more so to ensure you stayed up right and didn’t fall into his thighs or worse on the floor.

“i don’t know if she deserves to yet,” pierre was quick to pipe up before you could say anything, and it had you letting out a struggled moan; trying so hard to focus on both of their words despite your body wanting to just shut everything off and focus on pierre’s fingers and charles delicate hold.

“please,” you whimpered, eyes looking up at charles despite him not being the one you need to win over. charles would do anything you asked of him when you look at him like that, somehow managing to look so innocent despite being on the floor for both of them to use as they please.

“come on pierre, she’s on her knees for both of us; been an angel,” charles smiled down at you; although behind his sweet words was a smugness, which matched the smirk that was trying to tug on his lips. it had you wanting to suck him off all over again.

“i’d say that makes her a whore.” pierre scoffed, your cheeks heating up; yet the way you clenched around your fingers gave away what pierre already knew, you enjoyed his degrading words just as much as charles sweet ones. “and she likes it too.” pierre chuckled, curling his fingers which made your eyes practically roll back. “don’t you baby? hmm, enjoying this? on your knees for the two of us, taking whatever we give you?”

charles quirked an eyebrow at pierre’s words and the way you reacted, admiring the way your cheeks were practically red at this point, whimpers leaving your lips as he brought his other hand to cup your jaw lightly.

“fuck. yes. yes, please pierre.” you stumbled over your words, the familiar feeling was building in your stomach, and you could only hope he would follow through with your high instead of ripping it away from you.

you heard a chuckle, unsure of which driver it belonged to but at this point you didn’t care; gripping onto charles thighs like your life depended on it, leaning your cheek into his hand slightly as pierre drove you to the edge with his fingers.

charles fingers found your mouth again as you came, shutting you up as your eyes fluttered shut, arms shaking and almost giving out on you, pierre holding a tight grip on your hip to stop your efforts to pull away from him and his godly fingers.

“you’re making quite the mess all over my fingers darling,” pierre breathed out from behind, slowing down his movements as you came down from your high. charles let out a small laugh, your eyes up on him as you let out a muffled whine.

“looked so pretty while doing so too,” charles hummed with a grin; pierre rolling his eyes at the constant flattery, yet it still had you practically melting into his touch, watching as he brushed a few strands of your hair out of your face.

pierre had the urge to kick charles out and fuck you right here on this floor, make you forget of all the praise charles was constantly feeding you which had you fawning over him, despite himself being the one to bring you to an orgasm with his tongue and fingers.

but he had more self control than that. “let’s not forget who just made you cum princess.” pierre grunted, hand tangling in your hair as he tugged you back; on his knees behind you, a gasp left your lips as your back reached his chest, his arm snaking around your waist to keep you up right.

“don’t get jealous pierre.” charles grinned, leaning back in his seat; quite happily enjoying the view of your exposed and poked out chest from the new position, watching as pierre moved a hand to grasp your neck, his eyes darkening at the sight of your mouth falling agape from being choked.

“let’s not forget how you reacted when you found out she’d been screaming my name every weekend.” pierre was quick to snap back; and if you weren’t in such a compromising position you would slap both of them.

charles had only let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as you rolled your eyes. once again your eyes has no where to rest but on the ferarri driver. “the two of you are ridiculous.” you mumbled, in disbelief that even when you’re half naked on your knees in between the two of them their egos still somehow come into play.

“pierre is just upset he’s not getting all of your attention.” charles spoke with a proud smile, and you felt pierre’s chest rumble against your back with the small laugh, his hand tightening around your neck as if you had spoken the words that almost hit a nerve.

“more so annoyed a few cheesy compliments can have you forgetting how much of a slut you are for me,” pierre spoke to you, his lips brushing against your ear which had your breath hitching in your throat. and while your eyes were still on charles, pierre definitely had your full attention now. “need me to fuck some sense into you hm? remind you who your pretty cunt belongs to?”

you didn’t miss the scoff that left charles lips, but he said nothing more; watching the pair of you from his seat on the couch just in front, having not moved. he’d already got off. he could wait his turn on touching you for now.

a small whimper escaped your lips, cheeks on fire. no stranger to hearing such dirty words leave his lips but in front of charles it had you squirming. you refrained from replying, which only resulted in him tightening the grip on your neck for a few moments, the cool sensation of his rings settling in. “yes.” you choked out, pierre loosening his grip. “want you to fuck me pierre,” you breathed.

charles didn’t fail to notice how quickly you fell into submission with pierre, but it didn’t annoy him; instead he was happily watching with an amused smile.

pierre let out a hum of approval before letting go of you and raising to his feet, which had you falling forward and having to catch yourself on charles thighs, returning to your previous position.

“come on ma belle we haven’t even fucked you yet,” charles laughed, his hands moving to your sides as he leaned forward and helped you up, your eyes narrowing in a glare.

“yeah you’ve been too busy bickering about who’s got a bigger dick instead,” you huffed out in reply; your legs stiff for a few moments after being on your knees for so long.

pierre tugged you towards him before charles could say anything, bending you over the arm of the couch. “think you sounded better gagging on charles cock love.” pierre huffed from where he stood behind you, charles letting out a hum in agreement as he shifted in his seat so he could face you. a front row seat to watch.

“i agree.” charles gave his say, causing you to glare at him once more. these two were having way too much fun with this but you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together regardless. one minute they were not so discreetly arguing over you and now they’re ganging up on you.

you ignored the pair, attempting to get comfortable from where you were; moving your arms out in front of you, avoiding charles eyes despite him almost being in touching distance.

“oh,” the sudden moan fell from your lips when pierre’s tip suddenly pushed through your folds, not thrusting into you yet but it felt like he was about to, catching you off guard. you hadn’t even heard him unbuckle his belt.

“want you to beg for it.” pierre told you, and you should’ve seen it coming; letting out a whine as his hands spread your cheeks apart for a few moments; his foot kicking yours to spread your legs wider apart.

“just fuck me already,” you muttered, hips shaking slightly; sensitive from the pair of them already having their way with you had your patience wearing thin.

“said i want you to beg y/n.” pierre voice held the same confidence and demand it always did. despite the view of you bent over and so willing and ready for him, he had enough self control to get what he wants.

“maybe you should just let charles fuck me instead.” you didn’t back down, why you were being difficult? maybe because pierre had denied you an orgasm from charles earlier on. or the fact that you enjoyed it when he was pissed off.

“you heard her,” charles grinned; despite his words he only leant back further in his seat. your words alone had pierre needing to take a breath to calm himself, but charles chiming in tipped him over the edge.

while he and charles planned this it was seeming like you and charles were quite the pair right now.

“ma chérie,” pierre grunted, hand finding its rightful place in your hair for felt like the tenth time tonight, using his grip to pull you back to his chest. again. “if you plan on being a brat… charles and i can happily edge you till the sun rises. we both love how pretty you look when crying and i don’t think it means much to either of us if you don’t get off again.” pierre warned in your ear, hand wrapping around your neck again. he knew that was a way to get you to listen.

but when your lips parted to take him up on his challenge he slipped inside you fully, a loud moan erupting from your throat as you attempted to move forward, but he held you firmly in place.

“beg for it.” pierre grunted, voice low; stilling inside you. your hand moved to hold his arm that was choking you, letting out a whimper. pierre wanted to hear you beg for him.

wanted charles to hear you beg for him.

“please pierre. please fuck me.” you spoke out quietly, hips attempting to move back against his, but he was quick to smack your ass in response to your movements. that wasn’t going to fly.

“we both know you can do better than that,” pierre smirked cockily, his hand squeezing your ass for a moment.

your eyes fell upon charles, who was watching intently; lazily jacking off all the while, his cock hardening once again.

“please just fuck me, please,” you whimpered; the desperation in your voice no longer possible to hide. “wanna feel you, please pierre, i’ll be good.” you whined. and that was enough for him, scoffing at how quickly you could switch up from just one thrust of his cock before letting go of you, hands holding your hips as he suddenly began to thrust in and out of you.

your jaw dropped at the sensation, forgetting how big pierre was. remembering why you had failed in making sleeping together a one time thing. “oh god,” you moaned, your hands having just caught you in time so you didn’t face plant into the couch.

you couldn’t even pay charles any mind while pierre fucked you, eyes screwing shut as incoherent words left your lips. your body was tired despite just one orgasm, the ruined orgasm beforehand alongside the rush of the both of them just touching and talking about you in general. it was all too much.

“take me so well princess,” pierre offered a rare praise, head falling back at the feeling of you wrapping around him; in much need of getting off himself considering he had spent the whole night so far without any sort of relief, so he planned on fucking you however way he pleased. and you’d happily let him.

his name continued to fall from your lips, seeing stars as he fucked you at the perfect pace, his thrusts not too fast or slow and hitting you at the perfect angle repetitively.

“open your eyes pretty girl,” charles voice caught your attention, and you could only moan in reply; failing to meet his request as pierre hit that spot inside of you.

“come on y/n, be the good girl he claims you to be,” pierre spoke up now teasingly, stilling his movements. this mother fucker.

you listened regardless, in no position to protest as your pried your eyes open, making eye contact with charles immediately; taking in the view of him sprawled out, pumping his now hard dick at the sight of you getting ruined in front of him.

you watched as charles sent a nod pierre’s way, and on cue he was thrusting in and out of you once again. you had no time to even try recompose yourself so it was difficult to maintain eye contact with charles immediately.

“please pierre,” you moaned out; unsure of what you were asking for. but he seemed to know the answer, because only a few moments later his hand snaked around your waist and his thumb was on your clit; rubbing circles as he continued to pound into you.

“look so fucking good like this. you love it huh? being fucked like a whore in front of your best friend?” pierre grunted out, and you were at the point where all sense of morals and judgement were well and truly gone, them having been fucked out of you quite literally. you nodded eagerly, whimpering at his words.

“yes, yes, yes, yes,” you practically chanted, in no way wanting to risk him stopping his actions. “mhm, love it so much.” you moaned, eyes falling on charles once more; who was smirking right back at you.

“could cum from the sight of you alone ma belle,” charles spoke, a small groan being heard from him as his hand continued to work his length.

you were caught off guard from your fast approaching orgasm, body taking over as you suddenly clenched around him, legs beginning to shake as you came undone quite quickly.

unsure of the profanity or sounds that left your lips in the moment, both charles and pierre were in agreement that the sight was one that would forever be etched in their brains, your eyes rolling back as you shook on pierre’s cock.

pierre continued to fuck you as you came down from your high, it not taking long for him to cum as well, enjoying the feeling and sounds he made while doing so, your name falling from his lips sounding somewhat hypnotising.

“always take me so well,” pierre breathed out as he slid out of you, a hand pushing through his hair before he helped you onto your feet and stood you up properly, gently this time. “got one more in you love?” he hummed, moving your hair aside as he raised an eyebrow before he himself moved to sit down on the couch where you were previously just bent over.

your eyes fell on charles, who stayed silent; recognising your heavy eyes he didn’t want to push you too far, even with his hard cock still in his hand.

“yeah,” you breathed out, despite your legs barely being able to hold you up right you made your way back to charles never the less, a lazy smirk on your lips as you straddled him.

despite your legs feeling weak you still managed to hover above his length, holding onto his shoulders as you let out a small breath.

“do you need a minute?” charles hummed out, concern hidden in his eyes as his hands found your waist; a comforting squeeze causing you to quickly shake your head, instead sinking down onto his cock with ease due to your arousal.

“fuck charles,” you whimpered out, grip tight on your shoulders as you began to move up and down, head falling back as he let out a low groan.

charles let you set the pace, much unlike pierre he allowed you to have some control; hands holding your waist lightly as he kept his eyes on you; grunting at the feeling of you bounce up and down on his cock.

“just like that angel, so good for me. for us,” he breathed out, hand moving to the back of your neck to force your head back up gently. you could only moan in reply to his words, nodding pathetically before he brought your head down to his; lips meeting yours in a kiss.

the kiss was filled with passion and lust, yet no where near as eager as the one shared at the beginning of this; much more sloppier due to your tiring bodies.

you struggled to kiss back once he hit a certain angle inside of you, moaning against his lips as your hands tangled in his hair; happily pulling at the strands. “charles oh my god,” you whined, overly sensitive and already slowing down.

he picked up on this quickly, hands moving back to your waist as he quite easily began to move you up and down himself, his hips moving up to meet your body; going deeper than before which had a few tears spilling from your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming.

“please charles,” you moaned, eyes screwing shut for a few moments; you should be embarrassed by the amount of times the word please had left your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“i got you princess,” charles spoke through a groan, continuing to bounce you up and down on his dick, his tight grip on your waist certain to bruise; but that didn’t matter to you.

“so greedy. begging for your third orgasm,” pierre had involved himself once more, scooting closer to the pair of you; which had you opening your eyes to look towards him. “wanting both of us,” he continued; tilting his head in fake awe. “our little slut yeah?”

“yeah.” you were quick to agree breathlessly, in no place to disagree; not when charles was fucking you so good and you could still feel the burning sensation of pierre’s hand on your ass.

“yeah?” charles spoke lowly, a harsher thrust being delivered with his words which had you practically squealing, eyes watering as you nodded curiously.

“yeah, fuck. yes. for both of you,” you whimpered, unable to control the moans leaving your lips. “i cant anymore, fuck━ please,” you almost cried from the overstimulation, nails digging into charles shirt. you hadn’t even realised till now the two of them were practically fully clothed.

“gonna cum for us one more time pretty girl,” charles grunted, if you couldn’t take it you would make it clear; the way you were still attempting to ride him despite your sore and shaking body spoke for itself. you didn’t want it to stop.

all hope was lost when pierre’s hand had slid between the pair of you, finding your clit while charles fucked up into you; rubbing furious circles with little warning had your vision blurring and back arching.

charles hand had to suddenly cover your mouth when you came ━ not wanting the whole hotel floor to hear you cum for your sake, although pierre was quick to slap his arm away; not wanting to miss out on hearing those sounds he had missed so much.

your head fell against charles shoulder as he came into you only moments later, not being able to stop himself with the way you squeezed around him and screamed his name.

“so fucking good for us,” charles repeated, having breathed out softly as you practically laid limp on top of him, catching your breath as his hand moved to run a few fingers through your hair comfortingly. all the while pierre brought his fingers up and to your mouth.

your eyes looked up at him hazily, happily taking his fingers in your mouth despite your fucked out state; bringing a grin to pierre’s lips. looking at you proudly. always so keen to please.

it didn’t take long for you to suck his fingers clean, before allowing your eyes to shut for a few moments ━ wanting to somewhat gather yourself after what had just happened.

“can’t believe you two planned this,” you muttered out after a few moments of comfortable silence; voice coming out weak due to the strained moans from earlier.

“we did not plan it ma belle. it was an idea.” charles defended, his fingers still lazily playing with your hair - which felt like heaven right now. hearing pierre’s laugh from afar caused you to lift your head, only now realising he was no longer beside the pair of you.

“which you seemed to love.” pierre smirked, approaching you with a small towel. “come on, let’s get you cleaned up hm?” he spoke softly, causing you to nod as you got off charles with his help, moving to his side on the couch.

“oh, he’s no longer a demanding asshole.” charles commented with a smirk, causing you to let out a small giggle, watching as pierre rolled his eyes; squatting down to clean you up without any hesitation.

“shut up. i didn’t take you as such a suck up.” pierre scoffed, paying close mind to wiping your inner thighs as if he had done this many times before. because he had. those nights together, he never failed to take care of you afterwards regardless of how rough he got.

“do you two ever stop?” you spoke out tiredly, shaking your head with a half assed laugh.

what scared you was there was not one bit of tension in the room. it wasn’t awkward, you weren’t in a rush to find your clothes. neither of them were in a rush to leave. speaking of the events that had just occurred as if they were nothing. as if it were normal.

as if it could become normal. which worried you, because despite claiming that was a one time thing. you couldn’t help but already crave more. unsure if any sexual encounter that follows this could ever live up to that; the two of them getting you off.

oh how you had fucked up this time.

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a/n: everyone pls ignore the fact that this is my first post in months oops 🤠🤠

anyways i hope y’all liked this it took me so long and idek if i’m happy with it so pls gimme feedback i love reading it. if u have part 2 ideas too i am open to suggestions if that’s something y’all would want 👀

#f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #x reader #f1 #pierre gasly #charles leclerc #pierre gasly smut #charles leclerc smut #pierre gasly x reader #charles leclerc x reader #pierre gasly imagine #charles leclerc imagine #smut

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corawritesthings · 2 years ago

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a post two days in a row? are those pigs flying outside your window rn or is it just me?

chishiya shuntaro relationship headcanons

(isn’t he adorable)

okay! let’s talk relationship headcanons. (I went off on this one, you guys, so please bear with me) as always, gender neutral reader. assumed to be in the borderlands/at the beach.

-first, let’s talk angsty things.

-odds are, he did NOT want to fall for you in the slightest. you know the story already—feelings are weaknesses, he can’t be seen as weak, etcetera etcetera. so, just imagine we’re past all that.

-but one thing I think isn’t talked about enough is the fact that if you two are in a relationship, he will be in conflict with himself a LOT of the time.

-on one hand, he has some really, really strong feelings for you that he doesn’t quite understand himself. (in basic terms, man is down bad.) but on the other hand, he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if something were to happen to you in a game.

-part of him wants to come with you to every game to make sure he can protect you. at the same time, though, he doesn’t WANT to come to every game with you in the event that only one of you could walk out.

-(and, honestly, it freaks him out a lot more than you would realize; because for all his self-preservation, he isn’t sure he would survive a game that only one of you could survive. read between the lines there.)

-obviously worries about you when you’re off at a game. he won’t show it, but his eyes are scanning the crowds constantly waiting for you to come back—and, of course, he’s more than relieved when you come back.

-(see, he doesn’t doubt your skills. he knows you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself. but it still doesn’t help the anxiety that pounds in his chest while you’re away, undoubtedly fighting for your life.)

-so when you come back, he definitely holds you close on those nights and wishes, despite how useless he knows wishes are, that the two of you could stay in the moment forever, and neither of you would need to play the games again.

-yeah, he worries.

-a lot.

-which he doesn’t like, because if it were just him, he would be all he would need to worry about. he would only need to protect himself. and yet, now, with you, he has someone else to worry about (even more than himself).

-okay. cuter relationship things time. (my favorite tbh)

-I don’t know how many times I can drive the point home, but I'm going to say it yet again. QUALITY TIME.

-your room is his room now.

-like, yes, he does enjoy his personal space; but also, spending time with you is a way he shows his affection for you. he doesn’t like being around very many people for long periods of time (aside from possibly kuina), but for some reason, you just don’t bother him.

-in fact,(you’re gonna want to sit down for this one): he likes being around you.

-I know. crazy. he thinks so too.

-he’ll work on his little five minute crafts trinkets and tools in your room, and if you’re really curious, he’d explain the process to you and show you what he’s doing and how he does it. he’d also make some things for you (regardless if you wanted him to or not, LOL. it’s his way of trying to protect you when he can’t be there himself.)

-he’s not a party person in the slightest, but if you liked being out there with the party people (words from an eloquent writer), he’d lurk and let you do your thing. but don’t expect him to dance.

-though, if you really wanted to slow dance with him (and perhaps you two were on the rooftop alone), after a LOT of convincing, he might not say no.

-he’s actually a lot softer than you think. still a sarcastic asshole, but soft.

-he’d be the kind of person who, if you had nightmares, would stay up with you afterwards. if you wanted to talk about it, he’d listen with no qualms about it. if you didn’t, he might just talk to you—about his life, what he did back then, his plans for the future, even if they’re a bit cynical. (which most definitely include you, by the way). or perhaps you could go for a walk, or just sit in silence. he’d do whatever makes you most comfortable.

-and if you had a tendency to get hurt often, he’d probably be in the habit of scolding you, telling you constantly that you’re a walking magnet for trouble. but he’d patch you up regardless, making sure to be extra careful with you.

-he’s the ‘does-things-for-you-without-you-realizing-it-boyfriend.’

-like, if you liked a particular treat, it’d just start appearing at random intervals in your room. or if he noticed that you had a hobby that involved items that are reasonably accessible (like drawing or trinket collecting) he might get you little things here and there that he thought you’d like.

-if asked about it, though, he’d just shrug it off as not a big deal.

(EDIT: TO THE PERSON WHO LEFT A COMMENT SAYING THAT CHISHIYA’S GIFT GIVING REMINDED YOU OF A CAT BRINGING SOMETHING TO THEIR HUMAN, YOU’RE SO RIGHT)

-he likes talking to you, surprisingly enough. he’ll gladly take the pieces you give him about your past life to learn more about you. he won’t admit it, but he thinks often of how the two of you would fit into each other’s lives back in the real world.

-hand holding. <3

-he’d let you borrow his hoodie. definitely thinks it looks better on you than it does on him.

-how do I best explain this? your boyfriend is a cat.

-what I mean by this is, he literally would die before admitting it, but his favorite thing is cuddling. or when you play with his hair. oh my god, please play with his hair.

-physical touch is typically something he doesn’t like, but with you? oh boy.

-like, he wouldn’t ask for it. it’d be VERY rare for him to approach you for physical affection outright.

-instead, he’d just...plant himself in front of you. or on you. somehow just be near you enough to send telepathic brain waves in your direction, wanting you to play with his hair or his hands or just to hold him tbh.

-CAT BOY LIKES BEING HELD. I DIDN’T MAKE THE RULES.

-tbh, he might omit some things from you (for the sake of protecting you, in his mind), but he won’t outright lie to you or manipulate you. he thinks you’re too smart for that and you can call his bullshit easily LOL.

-but he also likes impressing you. so he’ll just show up with this ridiculous amount of knowledge out of nowhere, literally for the only purpose of throwing you off.

-also, regarding the term boyfriend. i think hearing you refer to him as your boyfriend secretly gives him butterflies <3

-would take you on faux dates on the rooftop or in your rooms if you liked that kind of thing.

too much? not enough? (also i love you guys honestly, seeing the little lightning bolt on my screen every day gives me the happy chemical. and your comments sometimes got me reeling LOL. i appreciate every one of you)

#chishiya shuntaro #Chishiya shuntaro x reader #Chishiya x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro headcanons #alice in borderland headcanons

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swtnrcmnt · 2 years ago

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୨୧ — s.r x singer!r; headcanons (1)

pairing: post prison!spencer x singer!reader

feeding into my daydreams..

also, this was prompted by scrolling through radiant-reid's spencer x famous!reader posts which i love because they simply fuel my daydreams even more :)) enjoy !

probably met on a case or something of that sort. he also studied in la at one point so they possibly could have met through a mutual friend but tbh her being a target is most likely!

penelope is obviously a very big fan. like out of all the people on the team, she's probably the one who listens to y/n's music the most, maybe even went to one of her concerts

oh my god just think about the sweet little love songs. :'(( ugh imagine spence getting all flustered when it gets released and the whole team is just playing the song 24/7 to tease him

most likely didn't have any social media beforehand. but after dating y/n he decided to get instagram or maybe twitter just to see her posts and literally only post her on his feed because she's just so pretty and cute to post

oh my.. imagine the fans the first time y/n ever posts a photo of spencer in a photo dump !! and his reaction to all the comments and tweets, he's just so confused why people want him to hit them with a truck he's like ??? "that would be fatal, why would they thank me for that?"

also yes this is post prison reid because he was just 10x hotter than he already was once he was released. argue with the wall.

guys !! award shows with spencer !! that would be everything !!

he would be so supportive of every win too :(( even if you were only nominated or just there to perform he would still be so so proud as if you did win something

he's for sure for sure the first person to hear every song. unless it's about him. those one's are usually a surprise.

ugh imagine putting a soundbite of him somewhere in a song. maybe at the end or beginning and it's just a small bit of a voicemail or video that you two filmed together just having fun. or possibly something spicy but... shhhhhhhhh

comes to every fitting, every rehearsal. hell, maybe even on tour as well if he gets time off from the bau. especially since he would already be used to the whole 'flying around every other day' thing from cases.

whenever they have a case in california he always always makes sure to stay behind a few days to hang out with you especially because him being in dc and always travelling for work would mean long distance

and if you're not on tour you decide to stay in dc for a while or even move there (while still having property in california) so that you get to be with him anytime he's home

having a concert in dc !! ofc he invites everyone (as if garcia wasn't already planning on going anyway lmaoo) so they could all see and probably meet you

if this is pre prison!reid, and hotch was still unit chief, he would for sure give spence a whole lecture about how careful he has to be with dating somebody with such a high profile profession, because he knows how high risk celebrities are to stalkers and home invasions

the whole team is very very supportive of them though, even if it's long distance because they find a way to make it work.

also best believe she gets spence an actual iPhone as a gift so that they can facetime when either one of them is away

him playing the piano in one of your songs awhhhh :( and he has writing or producing credits on it

you already know that whoever is driving puts on y/n's music just to tease him. ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A SPICY SONG ehehehe

ugh but if it's a really sad song for example "decode" by sabrina carpenter (which is absolutely heartbreaking lyrically but i highly recommend u listen to it) he gets all sad because he knows exactly what it's about and remembers when you first wrote it

ok i have to stop myself before i go absolutely ham on headcanons. i have so many thoughts about this trope.

hope u enjoyed !

part two | part three

#swtnrcmnt ۵ #spencer reid #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid x famous!reader #i am so in love with this man #i need him

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saturnbellfromhell · 2 years ago

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THE MOON

My favorite "planet'' to seek out in somebody's natal chart. It's my favorite for a reason of course, showing what makes us safe, grounded, subconsciously ill or better, the relationship with our mothers, our fears, our soft side underneath that rigid shell.

🟦 One of the two lunars in astrology, shining light at the darkest and deepest waters. People always think how the Sun is so important (which I'm not saying it isn't), but for some reason the moon has it's secrets...it's depths that need to be unraveled. It has this spice of mystery, this picture of a naked soul we so desperately try to avoid.

In my humble opinion, the Moon has more power than the Sun (the ego, self) since the Moon is all about raw emotions and something you cannot mask most of the time.

🟦 The moons master is of course the water sign Cancer. Cancerian energy is all about safety. Cancers roam the shores, making sure they don't get caught for dinner. They move around in a zig-zag manner, meaning nothing is head on and everything and I mean EVERYTHING is thought threw. One wrong move and it's over for the shielded Cancer. They really are scared to go away, see new things since safety is always a question. The moment the get their tiny claws on a home in the rocks, they stay. Finally peace! Because of this we can say Cancers are very intuitive aswell, knowing when and how to come up from the cave, even though they can't really move their head to see above. They have to trust their instincts and follow their heart!

🟦 Cancer also represents the Mother, the womb, motherly instincts, security, emotional depth, the Home, nurture, children.

🟦 Interesting fact that I've learned is if you don't feel like your Sun sign, look at your SECT. Meaning you have to find out is your chart is a DAY or NIGHT CHART. If the sun is in the bottom half of your chart,you have a night chart and if it's in the top half, that's right, you're a day chart than. So when you're chart is a day chart you gravitate more to the energy of the Sun and if you have a night chart the energy of the moon feels more like home! Even though it doesn't have to be that way. Also looking at the placement of your moon will indicate the intensity of this planet.

For example Moon in the 1, 8 or 12 house is on another level of intensity.

🟦 Moon also rules the 5th house. To put it shortly the 5th house is all about comfort, family and the Home. It also represents our maternal figure, our inheritance threw our ancestors, children, tradition, emotions.

Let's begin my astro observations for the moon, shall we? I'll write down some of my observations about signs and placements for the Moon!

🌙 Aries moons in my opinion have a hard time with managing their emotions, especially rage.

🌙 Taurus moons can be quite grounded in reality but very fixed on their emotions. Very stubborn about how they feel. Also, can be the jealous type. They are homebodies and introverts if they don't have a lot of fire/air energy in their chart.

🌙 Cancer moons are so complex to me. Even though they are at home with their sign they can be the kindest person ever or the most manipulating creature to have walked the earth. I see a lot of trouble with cancer moons in men, since cancer is a feminine sign, so if they constitley reject their feminine side...all hell will break loose. I've also noticed cancer moons hate working, they just want to stay home, watch TV and snuggle up in their blankey. They are the one's to be stressed out when they come back home, but after a while they acclimate to their familiar surroundings. They love a home-cooked meal aswell!

🌙 Moon in 8th house people always dabble in drugs. They are very found of psychedelics most of the time. Not big alcohol drinkers tbh. They are the people others are fascinated with and want to drain the soul out of them. 8th house mooners watch out for energy vampires and people who come to you only in rough patches. Be selfish, be raw. Protect your being and time.

🌙 Scorpio moooooons, my absolute favorite of the bunch. They have this psycho look in their eyes filled with mystery. They can be very vengeful and secretive at times, just don't double cross them. They love to test people's loyalty to see how long they will stay. A scorpio moon isn't gonna fold just like that, because once they do they don't get over you for a very very very long time. Especially if their chart is predominantly water. They love making you feel special and putting you on a pedestal. For me, Scorpio moons know what intense love is and for that I'm very jealous.

🌙 Moon in the 12th house can be a rough placement, but it does come with positive traits. 12th house natives know they are a little bit weird and crazy some days. They are prone to drugs and alcohol, mental issues and radical emotional changes in life, but at the sam time they feel everything from everyone. Huge empaths, can be kinda psychic. They really hold so much power, but beware of bad people trying to bring you down a dark path. Also, side note, if you have a 12 house moon, your mom also has it if you're a girl....go check it out.

🌙 Aquarius moons are weird, to put it shortly. They can smell what others feel but they don't really care. They have a hard time letting people in and even processing their own emotions. They also can seem selfish, but it's just because they don't feel emotions really deep. When there closed off from you, it's going to stay that way. Can be manipulative if they have a lot of air/water in their chart.

🌙 Moon in the 11 house love hanging out with the "underdogs" of society. They really want the misfits to come together and relate.

🌙 Sag moons have a reputation for cheating, but I don't really believe in it. They are fuckboys, don't get me wrong but once they find their person, it's over and done. They do like air/fire moons because they need space. Earth moons are to methodical for them and water signs are too clingy....and if the other person has venus/mars in water it's a no go most of the time. Sorry.

🌙 Cancer in the 4 house like their boobies touched/kissed. Since Cancer does also rule over the breasts!

🌙 Pisces moons, damn. They are something, let me tell you. Delusional as fuck about love/romance that's for sure. They always want to be the shrink to all the friends. Pisces moons are the ones to go missing in the middle of the party, only for you to find out they've gone for a 3 hour walk because they wanted to be alone. They enjoy reading, art and are such softies.

🌙 Capricorn moons need some water in their chart, otherwise they are fucking rocks.

🌙 Moon in the 1 house give the native such a cute appearance. So pure and humble in my opinion.

#astrology #moon in 12th house #cancer #5th house #cancerian #water signs #cap moon #aries moon #8th house #astro observations

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maximotts · 2 years ago

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𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎; 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 :: 𝙲.𝚘.𝚆.𝙼.

a/n: alright, here we go! I think I've mentioned it already, but most of these chapters are written and in my drafts so knocks on wood the schedule should stay as planned. I hope you all enjoy this series as much as I do and big special thanks to @furys-eyepatch for sending me the idea for Kinktober uh... obviously it got Quite Long

✎— priest's daughter!Wanda x college student!reader

✎— confessions AU; it's only been a few weeks, but Wanda won't get out of your head. With how small your campus was, you thought sure you were bound to run into her; until you realize she's the one person never on the invite list

✎— warnings: this is an 18+ series, minors DNI; this first chapter is pretty tame tbh, but we've got name calling, mentions of Wanda being an innocent little bean, allusions to bullying, and Brock Rumlow being a jerk

✎— words: 2.5k

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That semester, you shared three classes, but your Folklore and Terror class was where you’d first seen her and just for that, it was your favorite. Three times a week you’d walk into the small lecture hall, barely on time, and Wanda Maximoff would already be settled at her chosen spot with her notebook open, books stacked neatly, pen and highlighters ready to be picked up as soon as your professors opened their mouths. She was like that for every class no matter what; from day one it was clear Wanda enrolled in college to learn, not socialize.

Upon first glance, she’d single handedly convinced you she was the standard: focused, task-oriented, and studious. And just as quickly, you’d found Wanda was the exception instead of the rule. The rest of your classmates were exponentially more relaxed, talking to one another about anything from their massive workload to the current flatmate drama between dormitories. It was a tight-knit campus, most of the students having gone to school together since kindergarten and grown up in the tiny isolated town of Westview about an hour away.

You’d expected to turn into a loner for a while, especially with transferring here in your third year, but new people were exciting front page news to young adults who’d seen the same faces for two decades and soon enough, invitations for study sessions over coffee, bonfires, and late night parties with weed brownies came pouring in. Everyone was surprisingly welcoming and you were grateful for the introductions, the companionship, all of it.. but wherever you went, Wanda was absent.

Eternally polite and quiet Wanda was nowhere to be found outside of class, and it only piqued your curiosity further.

After some casual prodding, you found out Wanda also grew up in Westview, but she was only a topic as an excuse for a few particularly annoyed girls to roll their eyes and sneer. Smart as she was, Wanda wasn’t ever invited to study groups, not that she asked either, no, she didn’t speak a word to anyone besides instructors and a few select people you recognized from your transfer orientation— the only kids that didn’t know her from town.

A handful of times you’d caught her staring your way, but as soon as she noticed you looking back, she whipped around or turned her eyes back to her notes. For the first few weeks, you tried to pretend her avoidance didn’t bother you, but seeing her chat with other students made you wonder why she wouldn’t do the same with you. Sure you hadn’t approached her yourself, but honestly, you hadn’t worked up a good enough excuse to past “hey you’re pretty cute, please talk to me” and it just sounded too weird in your head to say aloud.

Unfortunately, before you’d gotten a chance to think of a better conversation starter, Wanda started walking to your desk after class and your brain went into panic mode not only wondering what to say, but also what she could possibly want after seemingly avoiding you since the semester started. It was fine, everything was fine, she didn’t look mad at all, maybe… nervous?

You were moments away from speaking up as she made her way over… only to stop dead in her tracks when Brock Rumlow slung his arm over your shoulder. Just as soon as he began running his mouth about the next soccer game, Wanda spun around and made a beeline for her chair as if she hadn’t acknowledged you at all. While he ranted on and on, you tried to quell the disappointment, but it tugged the corners of your mouth down into a frown anyways. Not that the loud athlete noticed. “Shut up for a second… What do you know about Wanda?”

He only scoffed, both of you turning your attention to where the shy brunette now hurriedly packed her stuff into her red messenger bag. With all of her notebooks and pretty stationary, you wondered if her bag ever felt heavy… and if she’d let you carry it to class for her some time. “That religious little daddy’s girl? Stay away from her.”

The strong reaction shouldn’t have caught you off guard, not when anyone who talked about her did so with the same distasteful tone, but it never failed to feel kind of… harsh. You didn’t need to grow up with a group of people to know how easy it can be to target one person and exaggerate every aspect of them until they grew to be a much bigger monster than they ever were in the first place.

“She seems sweet though… Is she really that bad?” It was hard to believe anyone could dislike her that much when she was all oversized knit sweaters and gentle enough smiles to make you melt from across an entire lecture hall.

“Hey! Put those heart eyes away!” Brock poked your hip until you looked at him instead, ignoring your annoyed huff, “What’d I just say? She’s a total narc who goes running to her father as soon as she hears anything. I’m assuming you’ve never been to Westview?” You shook your head; the drive to your new school didn’t take you past the town and you’d been too busy with classes to explore yet. “Right, well Wanda’s dad runs the church, the one all our parents go to; whenever he got wind of something going down, all of us got a speech at home. Bit of a shame, she’s kinda cute, but can’t tell that bitch anything unless you want it blown to shit-”

You might not have been friends with Wanda yet, but that didn’t mean you’d let someone, especially anyone as sleazy as Brock, demean her so boldly. It was in that sentence you discovered Wanda most likely kept her distance because of your new friend group. If so many people treated her how he did, you couldn’t blame her for staying away.

A hard elbow to the stomach left him choking on his own words, killing two birds with one stone to both shut him up and force him to let you go; you never liked how touchy he was anyways. “We’re all years into college now. She can’t still be like that.”

“I’m not gonna chance it,” he shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder as if you hadn’t just knocked the wind out of him, “She goes home a lot more than anyone else, heard Mr. Maximoff picks her up too even though he pays for her apartment here. Something about her needing her own space to stay focused without ‘distractions’... weirdos, don’t know how her brother turned out normal. Trust me, the most you’ll get with her is maybe a walk through the courtyard.”

A walk didn’t sound too bad right about now, particularly far away from this eye-opening, but awful little chat. “Well her dad doesn’t know me or my parents…” Maybe one day, hopefully, if you played your cards right, he would.

Clumsily grabbing your stuff, you rushed out the door Wanda crossed through just a few seconds prior, looking around and finding her rushing down the stone path. “Wanda!” She had to have heard you, stopping briefly before continuing on, walking purposefully away even as you yelled out her name again. “Wait up a sec!”

It was a quick sprint to catch up with her, speeding a little ahead to jump ahead, forcing her to stop so as not to collide with you. “Wanda.. Hey!”

“Hi,” Even after weeks of lectures, you’d never seen her this close and already Brock was wrong; Wanda wasn’t just kinda cute, she was beautiful. Green eyes regarded you cautiously, narrowed ever so slightly. Her stiff posture showed she was already on guard, so different from the easy way you’d seen her open up to anyone else and you couldn’t lie, it stung a bit. You didn’t want her to be so worried; maybe the people you sat with didn’t like her, but you’d never said a mean word and even if you tried, you couldn’t think of one to say.

You could barely think of a coherent sentence to offer her.

“Hi… sorry for yelling,” You were a little out of breath, weighed down by your bag and still groggy from your professor’s boring lecture. For a second, you were scared Wanda would simply side step you and keep walking, taking advantage of your fatigue to avoid you entirely, but her expression softened, turning almost apologetic for her hostility. She even had a cute pout. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

Faint laughter sounded out behind you and the classroom was a ways away now, but Wanda’s eyes darted over her shoulder, catching Brock and a few of his various pals now on the grass, waving your way. You would’ve shouted at them to quit it, but you heard Wanda’s sigh and chose to ignore the ruckus for now, not wanting to accidentally egg them on further. “I hear a lot of things. Doesn’t mean I should pay attention to them.”

“Right…” Shit. She must’ve caught bits of your conversation, Brock wasn’t exactly a subtle guy. Wanda was gone by the time you cut him off; given how openly disliked she was, it couldn’t have been the first time she’d overheard herself being talked about. No wonder she practically ran out of the room. “Sorry about that.”

You felt for her in a sense, could empathize with being ostracized from your peers. Typically, going away to college fixed that, but Wanda was still stuck with the same group of people. Not that you wanted to talk to her out of guilt, not even close; the first thoughts you’d had about Wanda were far more lustful than pitying. All you wanted was one chance to get to know her for yourself. “Can I walk you to your next class?”

Wanda didn’t even try to hide her shock and you tried to pretend her reaction didn’t scare you that your other classmate was right about the courtyard walk. “That was my only class today.”

“Mine too,” In truth, you had two long classes filling your afternoon; missing them just once wouldn’t hurt. Besides, you’d still be learning, replacing Wanda Maximoff for Governmental Statistics and World Literature. “Have lunch with me then?”

You could see her working through the proposition in her head, gauging your persistence against your seemingly genuine smile. She’d wanted to talk to you just as long as you had her, but there were…obstacles. Not only the crowd that drew you in, but also the beginnings of what she was just recently coming to terms with as a crush. Initially Wanda brushed it off as you being brand new, but when she caught herself making excuses to look your way and thinking about you while she grocery shopped, she knew her feelings wouldn’t pass by so easily.

As much as she knew her inexperience combined with her bottom tier social status meant she had about zero chance with someone like you who she’d seen flirting with more than one girl already in your short time here, Wanda couldn’t get herself over it— over you.

And Wanda wanted to have faith in you, to trust this wasn’t some awful prank you got roped into after you and her constant tormentors somehow sussed out her growing feelings and decided to poke at her new weakness for a laugh, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d fallen into that trap.

The first experience was traumatizing enough, Wanda would rather not have to relive it as an adult. If the words religious little daddy’s girl weren’t still ringing in her head, she wouldn’t have thought twice. “You want to have lunch with me?”

“Well I’d ask you out to dinner, but it’s only 1pm.” Not to mention, you’d been helpless thinking of some introduction that wasn’t clearly leading her on. Your usual smooth pickups felt too forward for a girl like Wanda, given what you knew about her; she’d take a lot of work to get to where you got with some people in just a few minutes and you really, really didn’t want to mess this up.

Wanda’s cheeks blossomed pink at your cheeky comment and you were glad to have caught even a glimpse of it before she could hide her face behind her notebook. At least you could bank on her not being too extremely prudish, that gave you some wiggle room. “To make up for that asshole back there, please? We can get whatever you want, I’ll even pay.”

The terms sounded like a date, a lunch date, but it was all the same to Wanda who’d never successfully been on a date as well as to her fluttering heart. You learned right then Wanda was beautiful when annoyed, but positively gorgeous when she smiled at you. There were a million and one ways she could’ve responded, from disgust to polite rejection to even an overly gushy yes, but Wanda had to at least try to reply with a fraction of your ease. “I didn’t say no the first time.”

“Well then, take us to your lunch spot of choice, sweetheart.” You stepped aside to let her go ahead, just missing Wanda’s cheeks darken to a tomato red from the sudden nickname, following close behind as your date led the way to her mystery destination.

“There’s not much around here, you probably know where you’re going…” She was right, all walkable campus things were familiar to you now, but you could care less.

“Shh, let me have this surprise-” Your phone buzzed in your pocket and unlocking it revealed an obnoxious text from Brock filled with kissy faces and laughing emojis. By the end of the day, it’d surely get around that you decided to hang out with their Public Enemy No.1, but you’d choose watching Wanda’s pretty pleated skirt bouncing ever so slightly as she walked with her adorable cautious glances, making sure you were actually still behind her, over the smell of sports sweat and hefty doses of Axe body spray any time. “I think you’re taking me the prettier route there anyways.”

Wanda’s mouth fell open when she realized your gaze wasn’t on the sidewalk or the leaves, but her, bashful yet again as she whipped back around. With less self-restraint you would’ve pulled her in for a hug, maybe nuzzled into her hair if you thought she’d accept that out here in the open. But girls like Wanda were a special kind, requiring time and coaxing and just the right words.

You were willing to give her all of that and more. If no one else wanted her, you’d sure as hell take her before some other idiot could.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff series #marvel imagine #confessions au.#maximotts #motts writes.

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aokoaoi · 2 years ago

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Omg, this might be odd or something but can you pls do Shuri x Pregnant!femreader? I feel like shuri would be so overprotective trying not to hurt the reader or making sure the reader won’t get hurt

𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ

pairings : shuri x pregnant!fem!reader

tags/warnings : pregnancy trope(tbh idk why this is a warning but apparently some people dislike it),

[■] now shuri is already very overprotective over you, but it just doubled over when you've stated the news that you're pregnant.

[□] the first few weeks of your pregnancy was alright, you can still do lots of things by your own like how you usually do. But even if you tell your beloved queen that, she still insists on doing things for you.

[□] you and shuri were definitely worried yet excited about how these months of pregnancy would go. although you tried not to think badly and stress yourself out because you didn't want anything happening to your sweet baby.

[□] now that's where shuri steps in. she comforts you in so many ways to stop you from stressing out, she'll hold your hand, press kisses on the side of your lips, and hun a lullaby your mother always sang to you when you were a mere baby.

[□] shuri doesn't mind ditching her work just to be there for you. you're most definitely more important now that you're more vulnerable just carrying a whole human inside you. you liked to stay in bed for awhile for some reason, and you certainly got more tired easily. so shuri is there for you when you're about to drift to sleep as she caressed your hair.

[□] you most definitely not want to be helpless, even if you're pregnant. one time you were about to carry sets of boxes on your own before shuri stopped you. yeah, having you in her lab was definitely a big no-no when you forget you have a whole baby in you.

[□] after a few months in your pregnancy and your stomach is more larger now, shuri got more protective and always worried about you. she wasn't always by your side like when you were in the first few weeks in your pregnancy since you were always in the room. but that didn't stop her from worrying over you and the baby.

[□] it is said after all that you need to stay active during pregnancy, so when you're just sleeping and laying around all day must be also a no-no, right?

[□] and that's when she came up with the amazing and totally original idea of you taking walks around the garden like how you always did before you got pregnant. It was definitely tiring for you, but you didn't complain because you'd do anything to keep your beloved baby healthy.

[□] when she has time, shuri joins you when you're still doing your walks. the peacefulness was destroyed whenever shuri opens her mouth to say something concerned related, and it definitely ticked you off. No offense, you still love your precious queen.

"If you're feeling tired, just tell me okay? Well go rest immediately." You only hummed at her words, keeping your head high as you shut your eyes, feeling the sun kiss your skin whilst you breathed in the fresh air.

"Dont— trip on that rock." You hear the Queen mutter hastily, and you can hear a sound if feet shuffling on the ground, followed by a rock being kicked aside. You opened your eyes, seeing shuri shove multiple pebbles to the side, clearing away your path.

You muffled a giggle with the back of your hand. Seeing your Queen worry about you was such an adorable sight to be witnessing. You cleared your throat, your hand coming down to your belly as you gently caressed it. "My love, it's just pebbles, leave it be."

Shuri huffs at your words, glaring at the poor innocent pebbles on the ground.

"Are you okay?" She turns to you, her glare shifting to a more softer and worried one. You exhaled through your nose, waving her off. "I should be the one asking you that. Seriously, you worry so much for me, when was the last time you focused on yourself?"

Shuri frowned at that, realizing you're right. "Mm' sorry, beloved. It's just that I want you in good shape and not hurt yourself." She states, walking closer to you as she hugs you from behind, making you stop on your tracks.

You let out a small breathy laugh as you help her hand come on your stomach, gently rubbing it.

"You don't have to do all the work yourself, okay? We do this together." You softly state as you felt her nod on your shoulder. She places her chin on top of your shoulder, glancing at you with a fond look.

"Alright, beloved."

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heartshapedbubble · 2 years ago

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Could you make a Naib with an assassin S/O I really like your orpheus one and I think it's an interesting concept

AAAA IM GLAD!! of course💓💓💓 went nuts w this prompt tbh

naib subedar with an assassin s/o headcanons🗡

if you think orpheus is good at sensing dangerous people, then naib will blow your socks off

naib, being an assassin of sorts himself, knows exactly who to avoid at first sight - based on someone's posture, gaze and general body language, he detects potential threats with ease and keeps away from them

although, compared to orpheus, he's not passive about it - his goal is not to avoid, but to kill. if he finds someone to be enough of a nuisance or thinks someone might be out to sabotage him and his mission getting rid of another body won't be a problem

you immediately sensed naib's presence, differing from all the others that radiated from the timid manor residents lurking and turning their back towards you

it was hostile, the way you felt his eyes pierce you from under his hood and the way he quickly slipped away into the darkness whenever your gaze fixated itself on him for too long. you hated to admit it, but it made your palms sweaty and your heartbeat faster

for the following few months, your and naib's interactions were limited to sharp glances and silent threats whispered out under your breaths - him planning how to push you into a corner with a knife by your throat in case he senses the tension rise up, and you flinching whenever his arm swayed, ready to grip his wrist and dodge whatever punch he might throw at you

...it could have went on for days until the thing happened. the thing that made naib pull his hood over his face whenever he was in your presence, and made you bury your face in your hands every time naib passed by

it was just a normal match with smiley. y'know, scraped knees, blood soaked shoulders and engine particles by your feet

luca was safely decoding the final cipher as martha swiftly pulled the pallets down and stunned poor joker for the second time this match. you were rushing right by martha, giving her some extra support so she could push her kite until the cipher's primed. what could possibly go wrong?

...well, naib, being protective of martha, decided to rush in to help at the same time as you...

...and crashed right into you as you ran, knocking you down with him and making you drop all your hidden blades in the process

this, of course, resulted in a long-term ban from matches considering that carrying unregistered weapons isn't allowed, yet what interested you the most was naib's reaction

as you dropped them, instead of scolding you or using this opportunity to get you punished, he crouched down by your side, shielding your daggers away from the hunter's field of view, and whispered "be more careful next time."

someone who was supposed to be your rival, your unconfirmed nemesis, covering for you? something weird was going on

you decided to confront naib about it one day, to try and get out at least some information or sign out of him even if he stays silent

luckily, it didn't take long for you to find him - you found him leaning against a tree, a half-eaten sushi roll in his hand

"mind if i ask you something about yesterday, naib?" you whispered, him only curiously tilting his head in response

"ask away." he didn't even turn around to face you as he said that

"about yesterday... why did you cover for me?" why did it feel degrading, saying it out loud? it was like losing a bet and shamefully admitting it

silence ensued. suddenly, he replied back, hesitatingly, "i pitied you. don't know why, but i did. was in the same situation before, so that's why, i guess."

with that sentence, it was almost like a spark appeared between you two - it took time, effort and coincidences, but eventually you two started to warm up to each other

oh, you broke your wrist while kiting? what a coincidence, he has an extra pair of elbow pads! naib's wounds started bleeding again - you found a syringe and band-aids tucked in the pocket of your jacket, how weird..

as time passed, you found yourself laying your head on naib's shoulder, his hand tangled in your hair and gently twirling your locks around his fingers - neither of you jolting or reacting badly whenever it happened, it just came naturally

it was never official, but you two gradually formed a relationship. it was deeper than a friendship, more than a family bond and more than just comradeship

sometimes, you wondered if the boy crying, head buried in your chest, is the same man that once wanted you dead on first sight. and when naib held you tight and kissed each one of your battle wounds, he always recalled the way you furrowed your brows the first time you laid your eyes on him

perhaps it was destined to happen, and maybe really two minuses make a plus - two hurt people with impermeable façades broke through each other's 💞

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myszumizu · 3 years ago

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OOH OOHH Can you do Noctyx with a vtuber!reader who’s like a super popular VTuber? Like , Like they can have 200K people watching their stream at a time ??

Fem/GN reader please !!

thank you for the request!! i apologise if this is a bit sloppy haha

gn!reader, fluff

NOTCYX WITH A FAMOUS VTUBER S/O

FULGUR

. best believe that he would be your BIGGEST fan

. tries to show up to your streams if they do not overlap with his own schedule

. he does not get jealous over the amount the simps you have

. okay maybe he does

. but he’ll never admit it and that jealousy is just a tiny bit (cap)

. if you have any original songs, fulgur would cover them in any of his karaoke streams

. as he sings, he’ll say things like “god [name]’s voice is attractive!”

. the two of you collab a lot

. a lot of multiplayer games

. let’s say you like donghua (u better like it, THEY ARE SO GOOD), you two will have a long marathon of watching an entire series with your viewers

. your simps will fight fulgur

. because fulgur likes to post comments that claim you to be his etc. etc. , your fans will immediately retaliate by saying “WE KNEW [NAME] FIRST! STAY AWAY!!!!!”

. don’t worry, your fans still loves your relationship

. fulgur definitely boasts about having a famous partner

. sorry uki (not)

UKI

. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL

. oh god, this man is your biggest simp

. i’m seriously not kidding

. any merch you have, he will purchase without hesitation

. any tweets, he reposts

. any new stream, he attends

. my man is so devoted you almost believe he has a shrine dedicated to you

. well, he doesn’t

. yet

. much like fulgur, uki will brag about you

. doesn’t hide the relationship one bit because HE NEEDS EVERYONE TO KNOW HE HAS AN AMAZING S/O

. also for the clout /j

. he’s so proud of you and how you managed to develop your fandom

. i believe that he would have been through everything with you

. from you having your first stream to you creating your first song and now, you’re literally the most well-known vtuber in the industry

. suuuuuuper supportive

. if you are doing long streams, he’ll come in with food and water for you

. although uki has a large harem, he could not compare to yours

. now instead of your fans fighting uki, it’s uki fighting your fans

. he will take them on

. “back off. [name] is MY s/o, not yours. they go to bed with ME. y’all don’t stand a chance.”

. GO UKI GO

YUGO

. my fav boy

. when you two collab, he will be very nervous because 200K PEOPLE WATCHING YALL STREAM TOGETHER

. major stress

. tbh, this man will literally fanboy over you

. even on stream

. whatever you do is just so cute to him

. “hey [name], can you say ‘o mizu’ real quick?”

. you do it and both yugo and your respective viewers immediately get a nosebleed

. “TSKR [NAMEEEEE]!!!!!”

. speaking of collabs, the amount of musical collabs y’all do is unbelievable

. you two could have finished a song together one day the NEXT FUCKING WEEK, a new song is ready to be released

. is that even humanly possible?

. yugo will not fight your fans but he will wreck your haters

. having a fanbase so big, it’s only natural if there are a few people that just don’t like you

. if you ever receive a hate comment or wtv, yugo will jump straight into action

. i feel like when yugo gets angry, like angry angry, he can be extremely scary

. he’ll say the most threatening things in a chilling cold tone

. “[name]’s content is ass? say that again and i’ll make sure i’ll stick a heated metal rod up YOUR ass. ya hear me?”

. subscribed to your membership and uses the emojis really randomly

. it’s really cute tho

. yugo best boy

ALBAN

. CATBOYYYY

. he gets sooooo hyped up when y’all collaborate together

. minutes before you two call, alban is rambling to chat about how nervous he is but also how exciting this is

. you’re literally his s/o but he still feels like he needs to treat you with a certain amount of respect

. sometimes, you have to remind him to chill because YALL ARE LITERALLY DATING

. but he can’t help you

. looks up to you A LOT

. also, he gets really jealous of your simps and would post comments on your streams stating “[name] is taken by alban knox”

. gets you to pin those comments

. he needs to assert dominance, okay?

. whenever you release a new song, he will scream and listen to it on loop

. helps promote your stuff and you do the same

. talk about 50/50 relationship

. sends you superchats occasionally even though you tell him not to

. if you don’t have any strict chat rules, he will spam the chat with heart emojis

. follow up with a message that reads “my love for you is endless”

. chaotic, chaotic boy

SONNY

. our sunshine and rainbow

. has been a fan of yours ever since you first started

. y’all actually met a few months after you started streaming before getting together in the following months

. is relatively chill about you being famous

. but he is protective about you

. nobody is to send any weird messages with him around or he’ll literally hack into the system and delete the message

. shows you off to his genmates

. streams any and every song that you have released

. he also loves to sing your songs on stream

. definitely hums the tune when he’s doing something

. he knows that streaming can be tiring sometimes and would often check up on you

. he’ll walk into your room (if he is over at your house) or drop a message in chat

. your fans won’t fight sonny for you affection

. in fact, they actually encourage it because sonny is so sweet towards you

. you question if they are starting to simp for him

. y’all have actually decided to adopt the chat as your children

. it’s one heck of a family

. good luck with the kids

#myszumizu posted 💦#nocticks #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #x reader #noctyx #noctyx x reader

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Be a Good Girl

Pairings: Peter Hale x Kitsune!Reader Warnings: Smut, sex, steamy sex, punishment sex, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, just a lot of sex. A/N: Almost didn't post this one tbh. Last one only got three notes and two of them were mine. I hope it's good, happy reading.

"This is stupid," you told him with a roll of your eyes.

Peter looked at you with a sigh, "It isn't stupid, it's necessary. You were the one who told me to reconcile what's unreconcilable, and who doesn't like a party?"

You turned to him and shrugged, "I'm sure parties aren't the most comfortable things in the world for people who have almost been killed a million times at them. It's probably worse when the host of the party is a psychopathic wolf who's known for his plots and plans to kill people."

He smirked darkly at you, "Now, kitten. Let's not forget who's the one letting the 'psychopathic wolf' between her legs..."

You clenched your jaw and huffed as you looked away, blush covering your cheeks. "That doesn't mean this idea isn't stupid. You couldn't just... deeply apologize and cry your eyes out in your most sincerest regrets?"

He shook his head, "I don't do tears... unless they're coming from you."

You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned to the side. "How gentlemanly."

He scoffed as he stalked over to you. "Oh, there's nothing gentle about the way I handle you, my little vixen."

You clenched your jaw again. "Look, I'll see you at the party. Please... be a good boy."

You turned to leave. With your back facing him, he was suddenly pressed against you with his hand coming around your throat, his fingers tracing the column as you breathed shallowly. His lips came next to your ear, his teeth just grazing your lobe before whispering, "I think it's you who should be a good girl."

You did not respond, too focused on the pooling between your legs as his hands trailed along your sides, dipping low and gripping your thigh. "Do you understand me, sweetling?"

You let out a slow breath and nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Yes... what?" he questioned, his breath fanning along the side of your face. You knew he was listening closely to your heart pounding in your chest, reveling in the way you reacted to him.

"Yes... Alpha."

He smirked, taking in a deep breath through his nose. "Good girl," he said before pulling away from you. "Go on."

You walked away to get away from him, almost embarrassed at how wet he had gotten you without actually touching you.

This was going to be a long night.

—

"A pain in my ass, that's what he is," you said with a roll of your eyes as you talked with Stiles and Lydia.

Stiles shrugged a little, "Yeah, thought so."

"So tell me again," Lydia said, "Why are we here? Why did he all of a sudden decide to throw a party for us?"

You took a sip of your drink, glancing around the apartment that was decorated only slightly well for the party. Scott was talking to Peter with Malia, both looking very cautious of him as he spoke about god knows what.

"I told him to just apologize and make amends. Apparently, he heard 'throw a party to bribe the guests to be friends'," you responded.

You glanced back again to see Peter giving you glare. You just smirked a little at him, throwing a wink his way before rolling your eyes in Peter's direction when Scott and Malia turned around.

"Interesting approach," Lydia mumbled, glancing at Stiles.

"And why is he trying to make amends?" Stiles asked. "I mean, it's kind of out of nowhere... isn't he the ultimate bad guy?"

You sighed, swirling the drink in your hand, "Exactly. He keeps trying to hit on me so I told him the only way I'd even consider is if he stopped being so despicable." You leaned forward with a whisper, as if you were trying to keep it a secret from Peter. "Obviously, I'm lying, but it's good to have hope."

They chuckled lightly. You were lying. You did tell Peter that if he wanted to stay with you, he would have to be better. As much as you liked the bad boys, he took the title to the next level and it was not what you wanted from him. He did not have to become a good-two-shoes, but he did have to stop trying to kill people you considered friends.

You considered Peter just someone you picked up for a ride, for a fun time... but the more time you spent with him, the more you were trying to push away the fact that he was becoming for of just a "fun ride".

But you were a fox, a kitsune, a trickster spirit, and you would not let yourself become susceptible to being tricked by a wolf. You would have your fun and move on to your next ride.

And having your fun meant doing what you do best: annoying the absolute hell out of your little wolf plaything.

"Well, hopefully it works, or we're going to have a severe headache on our hands," Stiles said, glancing at Peter before taking a large sip from his drink and walking away.

Kira and Mason suddenly appeared in front of you as you sat down in a chair. "Just to be clear, this isn't some sort of trap?" she questioned.

You shook your head, "No, Kira, if this was some sort of trap, I would have told you."

"Right," she nodded to try and reassure herself. "Because you spend time with Peter—for some reason—and you know how his mind works, and we're friends so you would know if he was planning something, and you wouldn't let us fall into one of his traps."

Mason continued, "Cause if you did something like that, then we wouldn't be friends because that wouldn't be a friendly thing to do. So we're safe, we're in the clear."

"And we're rambling," Kira stopped.

"Kira, Mason," you stopped her, "calm yourselves. Everything is fine. Just enjoy the party, but don't drink that." You pointed to the cup in her hand that was filled with the punch.

They gave panicked looks. Mason spoke, "What? Why not? What's in it?" They brought their cups to their noses and sniffed it quickly.

You then smiled and shook your head with a chuckle, "I'm kidding. Everything is safe. Go hang out, keep an eye on Peter." They nodded and turned to leave, obviously still nervous with the way they quickly left.

"You should be more careful," Peter's voice suddenly said beside you. You barely reacted as you hummed, moving to go get another drink.

"They'll be fine. Especially Kira, she's tough," you told him.

"I wasn't talking about that fox." You turned to sed him giving you that look. It was the same look he gave you when he got fed up with your tricks. He kept his voice low so the others could not hear you both. "I don't appreciate the way you've been acting tonight... Those things you keep saying about me to put them on edge, it doesn't help."

You shrugged and he moved his lips closer to your ear. "You're supposed to be my advocate."

"The devil's advocate, my favorite role," you turned to face him.

"No, simply an advocate," he said. "I told you to behave."

"I am behaving," you countered, raising a brow in amusement. "I'm just not behaving well."

He rolled his eyes, glancing around to see if anyone was looking. There were, in fact, more than a couple people watching. There were Chris and Scott glancing back and forth between them as they talked under their breaths, Stiles and Malia blatantly watching them, and Derek acting like he, Liam, and Kira were talking.

Peter sighed and simply whispered in your ear, "If you don't behave, little kitten, I'll have to punish you."

A smirk spread over the side of your lips that the on-looking guests could not see, but quickly disappeared as soon as your face was in view again. You replaced your smirk with a glare and a scowl. "Nice one," you replied, your voice just loud enough so the others could hear.

You grabbed your refill and walked away from Peter. You saw Stiles and Malia move over to Scott, Stiles mumbling to the wolves and the hunter, "Yeah, we're all going to die."

Peter rolled his eyes at you, his hand clenching into a fist. He whispered under his breath as his eyes trailed after you, "You're going to get it when we're alone."

—

You did ease up a little bit after that conversation, but not enough for Peter to be satisfied. You still hinted that he had unsavory intentions and that everyone should be wary of him, but behaved enough to where they were not openly ready to fight... besides Malia, who had no problem with starting a fight.

When it was time to leave, everyone did so as quickly as possible to get out of the danger zone. You were still sat at one of the stools with a drink in your hand, setting it down on the counter and checking the time on your phone.

As soon as the door was closed and everyone was outside of hearing distance, Peter was in front of you again. You were almost caught off guard by the way he took your throat in his hand, his claws out as his anger became evident.

He made you look up at him, standing right in front of you with dark eyes that bore into your soul. From where he was positioned, he was more than towering over you and effectively making you feel small.

"Do you think this is funny?" he asked, his lips twitching in anger.

You kept up your cool. "Hilarious."

"You can't keep saying that I need to be better and then debunk every effort I make to do so," he argued.

You rolled your eyes, only for him to grip your throat tighter, his claws almost digging into your skin. You spoke calmly, "Peter, they're not going to believe you if you just randomly decide to become good. Obviously, I have to oppose you because they would be less inclined to listen if you started out nice. Instead of throwing a party, do some small and worn your way up, or they will never trust you."

He leaned forward, his face right in front of yours, "I still told you to behave."

You met him in the middle, or at least as close as you could get with him holding your throat, your lips barely touching his, "And I told you... I am behaving, just not well."

He examined your face, his anger being replaced with a smirk as he straightened his spine again. "I think I may know how to remedy that..."

You raised a brow, "By being more specific?"

"No," he replied, his eyes dark and his voice raspy with annoyance. One hand was still secure around your throat, while his other hand moved to his belt. He began to undo it, the metal clinking against it before coming undone. He unbuttoned it and the zipper swiftly came down.

You were growing hotter and hotter as he teased you with how slowly he was removing his belt. Your lips were almost watering, and you were practically buzzing with need. You knew your antics would annoy him in just the right place, make him feel to need to reprimand you in a way that you would favor.

Your eyes darkened and you had to fight the curl of your lips at your excitement. But it did not matter how hard you tried to contain yourself, Peter picked up on it. Of course you had been acting out, this was the attention you wanted from him, and he was about to give it to you.

The thing was, Peter also knew a trick or two...

His hand fell from his pants, which now had a tent in it at the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. "You know what..." he muttered, "you don't deserve that one..."

He watched as your excitement fell, putting a damper on the high he had created. He watched you squirm as you mumbled, "Aren't you going to punish me, Peter?"

He smirked, "I know a better way."

You raised a hand to his thigh, squeezing as you let it venture up toward what you wanted. "No better way than this to... put me back in my place," you said as your hand met his clothed cock.

He grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled it away. "As I said... I know a better way." He bent down and you were suddenly thrown over his shoulder as he strolled over to the couch. He sat down with you positioned over his lap.

Oh.

His hands smoothed along your skin, the back of your thighs, the inside of your thighs. His lips were curled into a smirk as he looked over you. "I have been needing to do this for a while now..." he quipped. "No better time than the present, I suppose."

"I like the other one better," you mumbled as you pouted, your face flushed at the new position.

"I know you do," he replied. His fingers hooked the top of your jeans, yanking them over your ass as your panties went with. He removed them completely from you, moving your shirt up so your ass was bare for him.

He hummed as his hand smoothed over the soft skin, gripping you tightly in his large hand as you stifled a moan. "You know..." he whispered, "over our time together, I always knew you were a little brat... and the best way to take a brat is to give her a little spank."

He accentuated the word with smack to your ass. There was a sting where he hit you, and you almost moved out of his lap to look at him.

That's it? That's all he was doing? Your lips would be wrapped around his dick in no time if that was it.

You got settled in his lap with a huff. "If you must," you mumbled.

He just continued to smirk, his hand still smoothing against your skin. "I want you to count with me each strike, and you will thank me for each one... the correct way."

You nodded and he forcefully grabbed your face, "Use your words, kitten."

"Yes, Alpha," you responded.

"Good girl," he smirked. You stifled the whimper that threatened to pull from your throat at his words. He always knew just what to say to get you hit and bothered, didn't he?

His palm flattened against your ass then as he let go of your face. You laid obediently across his lap and waited for him to start so you could get to the fun stuff.

His hand lifted into the air, and you were nowhere near prepared for the impact his hand made with your ass. It had caught you off guard, the pain so great that it took a moment for it to register in your mind and in your skin.

You yelped as the pain blossomed across your skin, your thighs quivering and your fists clenching. Your mind was instantly hazy, your mouth went slack.

You almost did not hear Peter's voice as he expectantly waited for you. "I didn't hear you, girl," he said.

You had to take a second to remember as you spoke, "One. Thank you, Alpha."

He smiled and sighed, "Good." You had to brace for the next strike, which had you jolting forward in shock. It was not long before the pain was mixing into a strange pleasure, the wetness pooling in your thighs and making them slick with arousal.

"Two. Thank you, Alpha," you spoke. He struck you a third time, his hit somehow much harder as you almost screamed his name. "Three," you gasped, breathing out to try and ground yourself again, "Thank you, Alpha."

He smirked as his hand momentarily dipped between your thighs, his palm flattening against your slick pussy as he collected your arousal. "This might help a little bit," he remarked before hitting you again, the wetness on his hand making the pain greater.

You moaned that time, your face flushed and your ass definitely red and on its way to blue and purple. You counted it and thanked him, your face trying to hide away from him.

This went on for a while and you did your best to keep count, as he kept threatening to start over if the count was lost. You were fairly certain you had skipped backward or forward a couple of times, but he had decided to take pity on you.

When the blows were finished, his hand smoothed over your bruised ass as you tried to hide your bruised ego. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Will you behave well now, my little vixen?"

You nodded gently, trying your best to get out of the words, "Yes, Alpha." He smirked and kissed the back of your neck. Your ass hurt like nothing else, but the stinging was mixing with the pleasure and excitement that made your body buzz and your thighs coat with more arousal.

This did not go unnoticed by Peter as his hand dipped between them again, his fingers teasing your folds. "Such a naughty girl," he tutted with a shake of his head. He pulled his fingers between his lips, his eyes closing as he tasted you.

He moved to stand, going to the arm of the sofa and dragging you by your ankles so you were lying over it. You let him do it, still trying to recover from the intense punishment.

Peter lifted you shirt over your head carefully, unclasping your bra so you were bare in front of him, even if you were lying on your stomach. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his fangs just brushing your skin with temptation. He then let out a sigh and straightened his back again.

He moved to his knees, his hands spreading your cheeks so he had a better view of your drenched pussy. "Look at this," he said, leaning forward and planting a kiss to the bruises along your ass. "I really did a number on you, didn't I? Maybe next time you'll think twice before you misbehave."

You nodded, "Yes, Alpha." Your voice was shaky, all of the mixed feelings along your body making it hard to focus. You were brought back to the present, however, when his tongue licked a long stripe up your pussy. You gasped as your eyes opened, your mouth falling slack to let loose a moan.

You could feel his stubble brushing against your skin, which only aided in making you somehow wetter. The deep moan that came from his throat was nothing if not sinful as his eyes closed at the taste of you.

"Simply delectable," he commented. "I could stay here forever tasting you."

You cursed yourself. You almost started begging for him. It was far too early to start begging. You would only beg when he inevitably turned you into a puddle of your own arousal.

You felt Peter's thick fingers slowly begin to fill your pussy, your slick giving him no trouble in doing so. A stifled moan left your lips, your hands grasping the cushions as your face buried in them. "I'm sure you're just loving this, aren't you?" he questioned, one hand grasping your thigh.

You let out a quick breath, "Could be a little better." He hummed, thrusting his fingers deeper inside of you and curling them, his free hand pushing your legs apart more. "I bet it could," he smirked.

Peter licked another strip up your cunt, humming at your taste before he began to suck on your folds. His tongue swiped along them, dipping into your pussy. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest, smell the pleasure oozing out of your skin. It made him grip your legs tighter, settling in closer as he spread them.

He sucked on your clit, his tongue still playing with you so deliciously. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, so close to your release. You needed it, you craved what this man could do to you with nothing but his tongue.

But he knew what you wanted, what you needed. He knew how close you were getting, but he would not let you get it.

So he pressed his fingers into you and coaxed you to the edge. You were just about to come, it was right there, when he pulled away from you. You whimpered, the feeling of unfulfillment and utter frustration washing over you and filling you with dread.

You gripped the cushions, your eyes shining a fiery amber as you looked back at him. You bared your teeth at him, clenching them tightly. He just smirked at you, his hand smoothing against your back and tracing along your spine. The simple move was one that you hated he knew, because it rendered you useless as you practically fell back down. He always used it when he needed you to relax your body, to stand down and let him do what he needed—or simply wanted—to do.

"You forget your place, little one," he said, his lips right next to your ear once again as he taunted you, his fingers still pressed to your back.

"I'll get you back, you know," you replied quietly.

"Sure you will," he said, pushing his fingers back into your cunt. You could not hold back the moan that escaped you. Your thighs clenched and your hips wiggled, but you knew he was not going to give you what you wanted... not yet anyway.

This went on for too long. You were wet and frustrated, but you could not do anything to retaliate because he kept using that annoying trick on you. You had not realized you had begun crying until you felt the tears dripping onto your arm. "Peter, I need to cum..." you tried, your legs shaking as you clenched the cushions again.

His hands were gripping your thighs, his tongue at work as he ravaged you like you were his last meal on Earth. The sounds that rumbled in his chest vibrated through you. You were a mess.

He pulled back for just a moment, replacing his mouth with his fingers to say, "I know you do, kitten... but that's not how we ask for things, is it?"

You did not want to succumb yet. You wanted to prove that you still had some fight left in you, but you knew that he had you by the throat. He truly could stay there forever, whether you pleaded for him or not. You had lost track of time, and you were in need of a release from this endless cycle he was putting you through, building you up to make you cum before breaking you down by simply pulling away.

You needed to cum, and you needed him to let you.

"Please, Alpha, please let me cum," you cried. "I need it, I need you!"

He pulled away, a smirk on his face as his dark eyes watched you. "Such a good girl you are. Stubborn, but good."

However, he did not fulfill your wishes. He removed his hand from you and stood, bending his body over yours as a hand wrapped around your throat again. You hummed, your eyes fluttering closed at the contact. "Say it again for me, little vixen. Tell me how much you want me."

Your breath was labored, but your heart was pounding. "Oh, please. Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me, Alpha. I need you to make me cum, please."

"Atta girl," he said, nibbling the back of her neck before pulling back again. You looked back to see him pull his shirt over his head, throwing it away from him without taking his eyes from you. Your eyes raked over his body, appreciating the view he was providing you with.

He placed a hand on your lower back, his other moving to shove his fingers into your pussy again as he lifted your ass up. You whimpered in reply, grunting when he pulled out of you again.

With one hand, he cleaned his fingers of your arousal as the other pushed his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them, presenting himself naked behind you. He stepped into you, his cock pressing against your ass as his hands found your waist.

"I'm going to make you scream, kitten," he smirked. You were going to make some sly comment, but you did not have the time to as his cock suddenly filled your pussy.

He pushed himself all the way inside of you, his hips pressing into your ass. You both let out a long breath, your head falling forward as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Peter's smirk widened as his head rolled back to look at you.

He did not move yet, his hand traveling up your back and tangling in your hair. He pulled your head back, sliding his hand to your throat to get a good grip of your neck. He hummed, "How much do you want it, sweetheart?"

"Please just fuck me," you moaned.

He chuckled, "That's good enough." He pulled back, his tip brushing the inside of you, before his hips snapped back into you. You gasped, pleasure blossoming inside of you and making your legs shake. He did it again, and again, and again, the wetness that was coating your thighs creating a sinful echo off the walls as he kept fucking into you.

You could hardly keep yourself together, pure bliss fogging your mind and putting you in a daze as he hit all the right places. An especially loud moan left you when his hand clapped against your bruised ass, making you see stars.

His hips kept snapping into you, his hand roaming your body and grasping your ass. Your body felt so alive in that moment, so out of control as the need to scream his name filled your throat. You kept trying to swallow it down, but it was just at the tip of your tongue. You needed to let him know just how wonderfully he was making you feel.

You reached a hand back to grab a hold of his arm, feeling his muscles flexing against you. "Fuck, Peter," you moaned.

He was smirking still, pride swelling in his chest. "You like that? Does that feel good, kitten?"

You nodded, your head hanging low as your hair fell in front of your face. "Don't stop," you breathed. He raised one of your legs up to rest on the arm of the sofa for better access. The hand around your throat tightened a little, and he lifted you up so you back was pressing against his chest. The new angle allowed him to to deeper inside of you. His hand was still secured around your throat, his fingers pressing against your pulse.

He was breathing heavily in your ear, muffled groans filling your senses. "You feel so good squeezing my cock like that," he moaned in your ear. His words only made you clench down harder around him, taking what you could from him.

When he pulled out of you, you huffed in frustration. "Please," you whispered. He shushed you, drawing out the sound before finally telling you, "Patience, kitten. You'll get to cum."

He turned you around so you were now facing him before bending you back so you were lying on the couch again. He spread your legs wide and settled inside of you again, his hands finding your breasts as he squeezed and flicked your nipples. He was moving again in no time, thrusting in and out of you as he hit that perfect spot inside of you perfectly.

His eyes raked over your body, watching your face contort in pleasure. He saw how hard you fought to keep your eyes open, but you were having so much trouble. Your body bounced as he fucked into you, your ass rubbing against the couch.

"Please, Alpha," you begged. "Please let me cum."

He hummed, a finger brushing over your cheek and down to your throat. "You're so sweet," he said as his eyes looked over your skin. His thumb brushed over your shoulder. He was fighting off his predatory instincts to claim you properly, to dig his fangs into your skin and own you, take you as his and only his.

You just looked so pretty impaled on his cock, your eyes squeezed shut, your breasts bouncing before him, your hair a mess on your head. He wanted so badly to make you his and only his, to ensure that you were never touched by anyone who was not him ever again. The mere thought of it had his heart racing.

"Do you want to cum, little one?" he asked, his thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his own release. You nodded, pleads falling off your tongue like a prayer.

His hand came down to your cunt, his thumb beginning to rub harsh circles into your clit. You grabbed his arm, your grasp strong so you could try to steady yourself. "I'm gonna cum," you gasped.

Peter's jaw clenched as he watched you like a feral animal. "Then cum for me, kitten," he commanded. "Don't hold back."

And you obeyed. You came hard, your pussy clenching down on him as your eyes shot open, a blazing amber taking over as you screamed Peter's name.

It sent Peter over the edge as he came barreling after you, grabbing your hips and pushing into you as deep as he could. His muscles flexed, his shining eyes flashing a bright blue.

He filled you up with his cum, filled you with his seed, as he shouted your name. "Yes!" you cried, "Oh, yes, please!"

You stayed like that for a while as you helped each other ride your highs. Slowly, you came back down to the present. Your eyes found his as you caught your breath, your heart returning to its normal pattern.

A smirk slowly took your face as you sighed, "Fuck, Peter." He pulled out of you, much to your dismay. His fingers grazed your neck again, a long breath escaping him as he muttered to himself, "Maybe next time..."

You rolled over and stood on shaking legs, trudging a couple steps to Peter and throwing your arms around his neck to bring him into a kiss. Your lips slotted together perfectly, and it felt amazing. Your tongue brushed against his lip, eager to taste him. As he let you in, you could taste yourself on his tongue.

When you pulled away, your hands still pressed into his skin, your finger tapped against his chest. Your faces were still only inches apart as you thought to yourself. He raised a brow, and you looked up at him, feigning innocence.

"Yeah," you mumbled, shaking your head, "I'm not done with you yet."

He laughed, "Oh, thank God." He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

It was a very long night with Peter's cock buried inside of you.

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