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astrasng · 3 months ago

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SCRATCH || BANGCHAN

MINORS DNI!

pairing: idol!chan x female!reader

summary: thanks to chan's solo stage you finally made him yours.

warnings: blood (from scratches obv), handjob, spanking, petnames (baby, honey, angel, sweetheart) unprotected sex, cursing

author's note: from my previous breakdown post bc of chan got me in an inspired mood so i made a little somethin somethin. still what the fuck was he thinking. also, if you're a regular reader by any chance (ily) you might have noticed i write jealousy tropes, IDKK WHY THO SORRY

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

enjoy!

It isn’t like you’re not supportive of your boyfriend. You’ve always been there for every idea, even if you thought that it wasn’t the best one. The things you have to deal with him being an idol settled deep into your mind, already accepting the consequences that may come in the way. But it’s not like you would ever give up your relationship with Chan just because he’s doing risky things that you may not like.

To be honest, it kind of became an advantage for you.

You would watch him having fun on stage with the other members, sometimes splashing water at each other, making everyone in the crowd either cheer or laugh at their silly behavior. There were times when they got sentimental, wishing all the happiness for STAY and the members for the future. It made you emotional just in the same way as you would watch them through the TV in your shared apartment.

And then there were times where you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and wait for him.

“Had fun today?”

The sarcastic tone caught Chan’s attention as he’s doing his everyday night routine, just as he’s finishing up his shaving session. He knows exactly why you’re talking and reacting to him this way, you’ve been all fidgety with him since he got home from the first day of the tour, and when he stepped inside the apartment he saw you still sitting on the couch, not welcoming him in with the usual hug he gets.

Chan looks a little bit to the side so he can get a reflection of you changing in the room, the towel you used laying on the ground after taking a shower. Without him.

“Of course.It’s always heartwarming to meet with STAY’s. And the kids were so hyped about getting solo stages too.”

Now that just boils your blood.

“Oh, were they?” You keep your back facing him,not letting him see how frustrated you really are about the game he’s playing. “They were doing an amazing job indeed.” You shut your eyes momentarily before putting on your velvet nightgown, and slowly walking towards the bathroom where your boyfriend is staying.

“Yeah, I assume you saw mine too, right? Did you see the special makeup they did on me?” With pride he chuckles while putting away his shaving equipment, patting his dry as he picks up his toothbrush. His question should have a very easy and simple answer, yet here you are ready to give him a brainwash about not caring about your mental health. Cause what the hell was that? You can’t even form the offensive words you want to say to him out of frustration, you could never say anything negative about his performances in general — but the way he’s talking about it, so full of himself, you can’t help yourself. “I wonder who made all that.” It slips out, biting down on your lip softly to stop yourself from further embarrassment.

“It must’ve been the makeup artist of course, but I could’ve done a better job if you ask me.” You step into the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, Chan unable to answer due to his mouth full with mint scented bubbles.

As you want to pass behind him, you swipe your delicate fingers on his defined back muscles, the photos of him painted in scratches for the performance fills your vision.

“Makeup was unnecessary,to be honest.”

There’s something glinting in Chan’s eyes as a lopsided smile appears on his face, looking at you through the mirror placed above the bathroom counter. As the words leave your lips, he licks his plump lips slowly, putting away his toothbrush he just used. “If I had asked you, would you do it?”

The air stops suddenly in your throat,taking your eyes off of him as you busy yourself with something else infront of you. “Well…it doesn’t matter now.”

“Oh it does, honey.” Chan says lowly, his voice suddenly closer as you want it to, and you know perfectly he’s only a step away from you. “If I only knew my baby just wanted to help me out in my solo,” He snakes his arms around your waist slowly, his bare chest pressing into your clothed back as he’s standing behind you, whispering in your ear. “I could’ve used some help.” With that, he pressed a slow open mouth kiss on the side of your neck. his hands caressing the skin on your stomach.

“Should we recreate it and show it to my makeup artist?”

Chan whispers against your ear, biting down slightly on your earlobe as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. You look already disheveled just from his touch, your nightgown scrunched slightly up as he kneads your stomach, one of his hands slowly inching up to your breasts. “Would you like that, baby?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Chan – mhphm…” A small moan leaves your lips as he pinches your nipple in his slender fingers, continuing to make out with your neck as you try and compose yourself.

“How did you mean it then?” He grunts out as you push your backside on his crotch, his cock twitching already in his sleeping pants at the thought of you being jealous. “Tell me.”

“I–I just…” You try to form words, keeping yourself together and not yet falling for his words but then Chan sneakily slides his other down towards your waiting heat, his finger immediately meeting with slickness between your pussy lips. He groans again, grinding into your ass to ease the pain from being so hard. “Baby, if you want to scratch my back that badly just say it.” There’s something hiding behind his words which makes you shut your eyes from the pleasure he’s causing, your hands flying on the counter for support. “I kind of…wanted to..” Your breath hitches, cutting off your sentence when Chan flips your nightgown upwards to expose your wet pussy, your naked ass on display in front of him as he takes his hand away from your breast and caresses one of your cheeks. “You wanted what? Do you need some help darling?” He grunts under his breath when he feels you clench around his fingers, plugging it in and out to take your breath away. You moan out when you feel his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch.

But Chan doesn’t give in that easily.

You suddenly feel a stinging pain on one of your cheeks, moaning out shamelessly from the sensation he just caused with his hand. When you pick your head up you see Chan already looking at you through the mirror, lust filled eyes raking over your already fucked out face. “Say it baby.”

You can feel his hand smoothing over the place he just spanked, the air in the bathroom so humid you can feel yourself getting sweaty again. His finger never stopped working inside you, with that spank almost knocking you over the edge.

When Chan doesn’t see you changing your mind and finally answer him, he only clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. Without a second thought, he slaps your ass again, his finger circling around your clit rapidly when he hears your pornographic moans echoing in the bathroom.

“I–I wanted to mark you!”

And there it is.

As you practically moan out the words, Chan’s finger is coated thickly with your cum as his words made you tip over the edge. Your whole body shaking in his arms as you come down your high slowly, trying to gather your thoughts and realizing what you just said.

When the words finally leave your mouth he can’t help but smirk, the possessive side of you finally showing for the first time in your relationship. “And why is that honey?” Chan teases you, seeing your ears red from the sudden confession you just made.

“Just so everyone knows that you’re mine..” You mumble quietly, shame overcoming you as it paints your cheeks deep red.

Something snaps inside Chan. He can’t help but groan out, his cock painfully hard against his pants as he turns you around and places his hands on your throat, slightly adding pressure on it. Before you know it, you’re pressed up against the wall, his lips already chasing yours.

“Do it baby.” He kisses you, his tongue sneaks through his lips to taste your lip balm you applied earlier he loves so much. “I want you to do your worst on me,” He whispers between kisses, his hand suddenly picking you up to put your legs around his waist. Your whole body welcomes him, your mouth opens as he slides his tongue inside once again, and your fingers landing into his freshly washed hair as he devours your lips. His hand scrunches up your gown once again before he presses his hardness into your slick core.

At the contact you moan out loudly, already wanting him inside you, to ease your pain that he caused.

“Feel that baby? It’s all yours. Nobody else has that but you.”

With a whine you throw your head on the wall, Chan’s lips continuing to leaves red splotches on your sensitive skin as he takes his hand and pushes down his boxers, hissing out the minute the air hits his precum covered cock, tip red from all the waiting and veins bulging with excitement.

He drags his wet tip over your puffy lips, spreading them open more to make room for himself when he circles around your clit. As he slides his length between your folds, you feel all emotions gather up inside you, the feeling too hazy as your vision becomes blurry from the need. “Channie,,please..”

“‘s okay baby,I’ll give it to you.” He chants when he finally pushes his tip inside you, groaning out from you uncontrollably clenching around his cock when he nearly settles halfway in. “You have to relax,angel. You make it impossible for me to–”

“Chan — I’m so sorry, I–” He hears you gasp out, your body all tensed up, your eyes wide open as you look into the mirror across you. He looks swiftly behind him to see your naked bodies melted into one, and then it catches his eye.

With one thrust he settles fully inside you, moaning from how incredibly tight you are around his length, keeping himself back to not buckle into you rapidly. He puts his hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes and not on his blood covered back. “I asked you to do this, right?” With a softened gaze, he makes sure you understand what he’s saying, not taking his eyes off of you until he sees your lust filled expression again instead of worry ones. “Right baby?”

“Y-yes..” You gulp when you see your fingers slightly covered in red around his neck. “But I didn’t want to-”

“It’s fucking hot.” He hisses, his voice whinier than usual as he puts his forehead on your chest, his hips starting to move. “You did such a great job sweetheart.” He pulls completely out before thrusting into you again, this time harsher as he hears your cries next to his ears.

When you take another look in the mirror, you see what you just caused. The moment you felt his cock hitting you so deeply you couldn't help but deepen your nails into his skin on his broad back, now covered with blood here and there. It softly dribbles down his defined muscles, and Chan is right. It is fucking hot.

So you clench around him again when you feel his fingers circling around your clit, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he moans out your name. “Do it again.” He demands, his hand flying on the wall next to your head to thrust up harder into you, making you roll your eyes. As you see Chan so deeply in emotions you scratch his back again, now only deep redness showing on his pale skin.

The pain on his skin makes him inch closer to his release. The jerks of his hips, slamming against your hips are quickening, becoming more erratic, intense and desperate. You cry out his name nonstop, feeling him twitching inside you.

“Give it to me.” He’s breathless as he chants into the side of your neck. “I need you to come around my cock baby.”

His demand tips you over the edge again, moaning out his name as you feel him curl against you, his shoulders on display for you to see what you painted on his back. His grunts are vibrating through your body, the pain melting into pleasure as he paints your insides with his thick cum, feeling so full of him, feeling him everywhere. Chan bites down softly on your skin,kissing the pain away quickly as you both come down from this high.

You are his. He made sure a long time ago, but now, you made sure he was yours too as you watch the crimson red blood slowly sliding down his back, gathering it on your fingers.

“It took a solo stage for you to claim me as yours?” Chan asks when he softly puts you down on the bathroom counter, a bright smile painting his face once again.

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okwonyo · 1 month ago

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KISS IT BETTER, 或 𓈒𓈒 after an argument.

❛𝗈𝗁, 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𓈒𓈒 ❜

𝒾 ⠀⦂ ⠀ 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ╱ r! 1OOO fluff ── hurt&comfort non idol au mention of crying skinship kissing ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ ( 𝑜𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑠 )

지아 ⠀⦂ ⠀this is quite long ! i hope you still enjoy ><

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HEESEUNG

before going to bed, the bedroom would be silent and tense. your gaze would barely look at his direction as you get ready to sleep.

hesitating slightly, he would ask, “do you want me to sleep on the couch?” and his heart would hurt in apprehension when you would finally look at him.

you would pose what your doing for a second, then heavily sigh, “don’t be silly, heeseung”

would press his lips at the use of his name, but nod his head nonetheless.

would stay still for a moment after you both get under the covers and turn off the lights. his face would face the ceiling— something would be so off.

his skin would feel alone, his warmth would miss yours.

his chest would tighten at the song of you moving alone, scared you will take the couch at the end. but instead, your arms would wrap against his and your nose would bury in his chest.

JAY

would not be the type to fight nor argue often. as he knows how he can get, would always do everything to stay calm.

the rare time you would fight with each other, would always end up leaving for a while when he would feel his voice rise and his throat tightening with words he would never want to say.

his hands would be filled with groceries when he comes back. he would still be silent as he walks past you in the living room to the kitchen.

after a few minutes, you would hear the weather bowling or something getting cooked.

not-so-discretely, you would go see what he is cooking and, most importantly, if it is enough for the both of you to eat. always, the chef would sense you even before you step behind him.

his eyes would meet yours and the smile he would give you would tell you that there is nothing to worry about.

JAKE

would think about the argument during the entire of his days.

his mind would be full of the image of you leaving for work in the morning, hurt and mad at him like never before.

would keep wondering if you are still upset, if you are okay, if it ruined your entire day. anyone would be able to see how bad feels and the fact he is anything but well on his face.

his heart would drop in his stomach when he would step inside of your shred apartment and not see you there like every other day. he would sit on the couch and wait patiently for your return— not calling you to not crumble if you don’t answer.

without thinking of the fight anymore, would hold you in his embrace as soon as you step inside. holding the back of your head so softly, your nose buried in his neck.

SUNGHOON

there is just no way he stays away from you after any fight.

no matter how mad you are against each other, would always follow you everywhere you go without any after thoughts— it would be like a survival instinct.

when you go to the bedroom, when you go to the bathroom, even when you go on a walk because you are that mad. this crazy man would follow a meter behind you.

“you know i still love you right?” he would say loudly enough so you would hear him. you would tell him to shut up, “so don’t walk so far!”

would end up walking next to you. with his hand in yours eventually. with his arm around your waist, even, if you feel nice.

JUNGWON

every fight with him would mainly end up in the same way. which is a deep talk, with your hands in his.

would always do his best to understand you. would even rub your palm with his thumb while you talk.

and if he looks at you for a little too long, tears would form in the corner of your eyes and the light would reflect in them.

seriously, how could you not cry just a little?

your voice would be wobbly as you speak, “i’m sorry for being mean earlier,”

but his arms would have already found their way around your form and you would be pressed against him.

your words would be muffled in his shirt and his hand would rub your back.

“you could never be mean even if you tried,” he would assure you. “now, don't cry or i’ll cry too.”

SUNOO

“fine,” would be the last thing he would hear coming from your mouth for a few hours.

would know it’s serious when you stop holding his arm while walking and just leave him behind.

his steps would be heavy as his heart as he follows you without much to say. rethinking of where exactly it all went wrong and a way to fix it.

after a while, he would come next to you and drape his arm on your shoulders. you would not even look at him.

pulling closer, he would lower his head to your face, “what about you tell me what is wrong so i can fix it, hm?”

his second mistake of the day would be adding, “i’ll do anything”

RIKI

would come to your house one or two days after the argument all sad and shy.

“hi,” would be the first thing he would say when he enters your room— even though he would like to do more.

“hey,” you would greet him back.

the boy would then proceed to look at you as if it was the first time he has seen you ever. with his hands in his pocket.

you would stare at him back.

all the courage it would take him to speak up would be immense. “so.. are we over?” he would ask.

you would frown your eyebrows immediately, “wait— what? why?”

“well, we fought,” he would tell you like you weren’t there. then would add; “pretty bad,”

you would coo immediately, stepping close to him. “riki, this is what happens in a relationship,” you would giggle.

his face gently cupped in your hands, you would continue, “we will talk it out and move forward.”

then, he would hug you.

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dwaekkicidal · 7 months ago

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: inspired by chan's part in this

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: almost exactly 1k words lol (993)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: gn!reader; nicknames: honey, pup(py), kinda pervy!3racha but chanxreader, not really bratty but super whiney reader, soft chris until he talks dirty, kinda dacryphilia?, creampie & no protection (don't be silly wrap ur willy also pee after sex pls), exhibitionism, not a warning really but I switch between calling him Chan/Channie & Chris

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: @chvnmax im so sorry (im not that ask put not normal thoughts in my head.) idk if this is actually full on corruption kink like the og post but it sent me into a pervy skz spiral

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Picture this:

Stray Kids recording day for their next comeback. You’re their cute little 9th member and they always have you do your set of lines last so that they can take their time with you. Everybody but 3racha has already returned to their assigned dorms. Changbin and Chan are sitting in the office chairs while Jisung lounges on the couch (probably asleep).

They watch in awe as you nail most of your lines until you get to one that��s a little too hard. After multiple takes not coming out well, you’re so busy moaning and groaning into the mic out of frustration that you’re chronically unaware of how crystal clear your sounds are coming out for them. Eventually it even gets to the point where you bounce in place out of pure agitation. You’re in a low-cut top and the clear view of your collarbone has the 3 men on the other side of the glass in an absolute chokehold.

“Honey.. You gotta calm down.” Chan says softly into his own mic, adjusting his dick in his pants. You pout and cross your arms across your chest, accidentally pulling your shirt lower as you toss and turn in a fit. Jisung is basically drooling from his spot on the couch and it’s honestly his breaking point. Changbin and him decide to take a 'walk' and say they’ll be back in an hour with food, while Chan says that he’ll stick back with you to help perfect your lines.

It’s all going well until you get to another bump in the recording and you complain into the mic to the point where your eyes water. With the sight of your watery doe eyes and deep pout staring at him from the other side of the glass, Chris really starts to get bothered by the tightness in his pants.

“Come out here, Pup. Let’s take a break.” He says with only pure intentions as he stands and stretches. Little to no ulterior motives while you rush out the room and throw yourself into his arms, rubbing your chest onto him and looking up at him with those pretty eyes again. Completely innocent motives until he glances down to where your bodies meet, his eyes catching a glimpse of your pretty nipples thanks to your shirt dipping even more.

Deciding that he’s had enough he closes his eyes and loudly groans before meeting your eyes again and holding a death grip onto your hips. He leads you to the couch as you look up at him with an innocent look.

“Channie..?” you ask out sweetly. You expect a response but he silently turns you around and bends you over the couch, one of your knees rest on the bottom cushions while he squishes your face into the back cushions.

“You just have to be a little brat, huh. Just can’t be a good puppy for one goddamn day.” He teases and pulls the skimpy booty shorts you wore. He pulls your underwear down to your knees before freeing himself from his stupid jeans. Wanting to skip the prep and knowing you were still loose from the events in the storage room a few hours prior, he pulls out a travel sized bottle of lube from his pocket before squirting some onto his dick.

He gives you no time to react before he rubs himself against you and thrusts into you, setting a fast pace right off the bat. The tears from earlier return and are quickly soaked up by the couch when they finally fall. You whimper apologies into the cushions as Chris lets out filthy comments from behind you.

“It’s never your fault, is it baby?”

“Always a big cry baby until Daddy stuffs his dick inside your pretty little holes.”

“Fuck.. Walk around like a little ‘innocent’ thing when in reality it’s your fault I'm this hard. Rubbing all up on me like a little slut.”

After what feels like forever of him bullying himself into you, the pair of you hear the two loudest mfers in the planet return, getting closer to the door before being stopped by a staff member. They’re right outside the door and you moan loudly into the cushion at the thought of them hearing what's happening behind the unlocked studio door just feet away from your spot on the couch. You're almost thankful for Chris’ big hand that keeps your face on the couch, but that quickly changes as he pulls you back into him by placing a hand on your collarbone. Once your back is to his chest, his hand moves up to trail along your lips. He sticks 2 fingers against your tongue as you hear him speak up from behind you.

"Shh... You want them to hear you?" you clench tightly and his hips stutter "… fuck You do, don't you?.. Yeah? You want them to join us too baby? Want them to help me fill your greedy holes?"

When you cry out into his hand and cum at the thought, he laughs into your neck before chasing his own high. You’re pulled back into reality as you hear the boys finishing up their conversation. Chris pulls out and wipes himself down with tissues, then pulls your underwear back up and smooths down your clothes before returning to his chair. He takes his seat right as the door knob turns, and he smirks at you as the boys settle the food bags on the coffee table (oh and look at that no more tight pants for either of them lol).

“Eat up, baby. You need to refuel before we continue.” Chan says with a playful look in his eyes. You blush and nod before taking bites of your meal. You watch as Changbin re-records a few adlibs and you swear you can feel something warm dripping out of you.

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faithlia · 2 months ago

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'But what the fuck is patience? part 2

matt x reader x chris

english is not my first language!

warnings: smut, mean!reader, mean!matt, dom!matt, threesome, NO INCEST!!!, virgin!chris, dom!chris, blowjob, degradation, rough sex, revenge sex, display, false sympathy, unprotected sex, dirty and depraved sex. (chris will be younger than matt).

- chris 20 years old; matt and reader 23 years old.

summary: You and Matt have a non-strings-attached sexual relationship, but when things don't go the way you plan, your provocations go away beyond your limits

⚠️ The behavior of all characters are immoral and depreved, if you dont feel comfortable, please, dont read!

part 2

The most fun part of Matt frustrating you is definitely when you go to his room begging for mercy so he can fuck you and let you cum, begging passively like a bitch in heat.

After leaving your dorm with a proud expression of having humiliated you, Matt walks to your dorm - which is across the hall. It was almost eleven at night. Matt fell into bed, exhausted, not even caring about his fingers dirty with your lube.

Before he could remember the calculus test that awaited him the next day, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep with the detached memory of your body against his.

── .✦

The next day, after a gigantic test and several unnecessary classes, Matt found Chris sitting in the cafeteria.

"Oh, hey. How was your first day?" he asks his younger brother, as he sits with his tray of food in his hands.

"It sucks, bro," Chris exclaims, his mouth full. "But I made some new friends, so that should make up for something."

"Relax, after a while it gets more and more unbearable with all the classes and the idiot teachers." Matt jokes and Chris feels his throat closing up.

Chris didn't want to admit it, but he was glad to be Matt's roommate. He really didn't want to go through an introduction session for a stranger or even have to share a room with anyone. He liked his space. Matt really did. He was even more of a recluse than Chris. And, well, playing video games and talking about all the nonsense in the world with his brother was something Chris really missed.

At night, already in his room, Chris asks: "Bro, where's the bathroom?" He wasn't that familiar with the buildings, the multiple doors and the huge hallways so this really confused him.

"What?" Matt says without paying attention. He's too busy doing who knows what on his phone. "The bathroom, idiot!" Chris exclaims, throwing a pillow at his brother's head.

"Ugh, fuck, it's the last door at the end of the hallway." Matt grumbles irritably, not taking his eyes off his phone, ignoring the pillow that hit his head.

Chris huffs, grabbing his towel and toothbrush.

He walks down the hallway, observing the several large dark oak doors. Damn, this place looks like fucking a horror movie set, he thought - frowning.

As Chris approaches the last door, he sees a guy in a towel coming out of it.

He steps into the humid space, thankful that it's empty, except that there's someone in the shower. He thought it might be another one of those idiotic seniors taking a shower.

He hunches over the sink, brushing his teeth, until, when he looks up in the mirror, he catches a longing glimpse of a naked female figure, stepping out of the shower stall.

Chris gasps, turning his face away from her. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I thought this was the men's room," he says quickly, avoiding looking at the mirror.

You laughed at his comment, not paying attention to the figure in front of you. As you dried yourself and wrapped the towel around your body, you muttered in boredom: "It's okay! The bathroom on this floor is unisex."

Chris let out a vague sigh, turning his gaze back to the mirror and staring at his own depressing image of shame.

He was probably some silly freshman, you thought. These guys never knew what to do or where to go and that irritated you a little.

Chris remained quiet, finished brushing his teeth, hoping the girl would get out of there as soon as possible.

Still without looking at the newbie in front of you, you walked to the mirror to look at yourself, and had the biggest surprise when your eyes met his.

That had to be a mirage! He looked exactly like Matt, except for appearing younger. And, well, he was handsome and hot. You smiled broadly, ecstatic, fascinated by the fact that there was another Matt in the world.

Why had Matt never told you about his brother? I mean, you weren't the best of friends forever, and the only ways you interacted were based on insulting each other and fucking, specifically in that order.

You thought about the fact that the only things you knew about Matt were that he was terribly bad at football and that he was allergic to human happiness.

Chris looked at you confused, trying his best to not remember about your naked body that he saw just a few seconds ago.

Your tongue touched the roof of your mouth and your eyebrows raised.

"Wow, you must be the most beautiful freshman on this campus." you comment, without any shame. Chris blushes and is embarrassed by the careless comment, and before he can open his mouth to say anything, you ask: "Is this your first day?" you interrupt him again: "It has to be. I mean, I would remember that pretty face if I had seen it before..." you look away from him to see your reflection, delicately fixing your hair.

Chris was embarrassed again. But what the hell was that senior doing talking to him like that? He shook his head, escaping from the inopportune thoughts.

"Yeah, um, I-I arrived on campus today." he swallows hard, sighing inaudibly. "My name is Chris." He says, immediately regretting it.

She didn't ask you anything, idiot.

"I'm y/n. I hope to see you more often, Chris."

You leave the locker room, leaving a perplexed and confused Chris alone.

He didn't know exactly how to react to what had just happened, but he couldn't deny that he loved having that girl talking to him.

When he went to take a shower, he had a vague memory of her naked body and immediately regretted it, because his dick soon hardened.

"Shit."

Masturbating in the bathroom on the first day of school? How pathetic.

── .✦

You couldn't help but think about Chris. He seemed adorable and the way he blushed at every word you said only made you more convinced to know more about him.

Matt hadn't texted you or broken into your room since the last time you saw him. What he did to you was diabolical and pathetic. But apparently, Chris could be the solution to this little problem his brother caused.

In the following days, bumping into Chris became a frequent occurrence. You would always see him in the library, in the hallway or wherever you went and, surprisingly, Matt didn't know anything about it.

Oh! yeah, about Matt! Well, he was too busy training or studying. He knew very well that at any moment you would knock on his door or send a risky message to fuck him. In fact, giving advance notice wasn't really your thing. You never let the place you were in get in the way of your fucking. One time, you went to the players' locker room, found a naked Matt taking a shower and simply couldn't resist sticking your needy pussy out and getting fucked by him in the middle of the room. But, for sure, Matt's favorite memory was when you decided to suck his dick in one of the empty classrooms with your breasts jutting out of your blouse.

It was only a matter of time before you spread your horny legs for him again.

But that didn't happen. You were having a great time with Chris, to be honest. He was so sweet and had a great sense of humor, unlike Matt, who you didn't plan on seeing any time soon.

You were grateful that Matt never saw you and Chris together knowing that if he did, it would ruin your plans. And Chris had never mentioned Matt in any of your conversations, which was a good thing.

Your imagination was wild when it came to Chris. You couldn't wait to kiss him and do amazing things to him. So far all you knew was that he was only 20 years old. Three years wasn't exactly a huge age gap but it kind of turned you on.

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There were a bunch of drunk college kids at the Kappa Delta fraternity and you were one of them. The loud music and strong drinks you had consumed without blinking had left you energetic enough to rub your ass against your friends and dance impulsively.

You caught a charming glimpse of Chris, who looked lost.

Wait, where's Matt?

Who the fuck cares, his hot brother is right here!

You pulled Chris by the hand into the middle of the crowd so you could dance with him and you loved the fact that he just accepted it, putting his hands on your waist.

Fuck. All that dancing and loud music and his body against yours was turning you on so fucking much. You couldn't help but push your ass out, subtly brushing against his covered dick. Chris didn't say anything, but he was lost in excitement - maybe it was the drinks he was drinking before he spotted you, and that kind of drained all his shyness out of his body.

His hands gripped your waist tighter, pressing you against his hard cock. A shaky sigh escaped your lips. Fuck that. You put one hand on Chris's face, pulling him into a wet kiss. He kissed you back with the same fervent feeling that ran down your entire body until it reached his needy cock. He was such a good kisser!

You didn't mind being in the middle of a crowd at all and continued sucking on Chris's lips. You wanted more. And Chris, well, he was certainly hard!

Okay. Chris might be a virgin, and sometimes get embarrassed in certain situations, but he was not innocent. He loved the way alcohol simply made him feel so confident even though he knew he might regret his actions in the following days.

Unable to bear all that suffocating commotion any longer, you separate your red lips from his and pull him to follow you.

You stealthily climb the stairs to a dark room. Chris couldn't resist putting his lips on yours once more. "Oh my god," he whispers into your mouth. The sounds of wet kisses filled the room.

When Chris realized what was about to happen, his skin tingled with eagerness and desire. You couldn't resist putting your hand on his hard member over his pants, squeezing it lightly, feeling the result of your teasing. You pushed him against the bed, climbing onto his lap, not stopping the hot kisses, feeling the bulge against your pussy. Chris was nervous, but he didn't want to ruin this moment by saying something stupid, or, presumably, telling you that he was a virgin. He had watched enough videos to know at least the basics. His hands went towards your ass, squeezing the flesh readily. You separated your lips from his to catch your breath. He looked at you fascinated by your excited expression. Not knowing what to say, Chris gave a short smile, running both hands over your bare thighs lightly. The satin dress you were wearing was so short that anyone could assume it was lingerie.

"Wow. You don't look anything like the guy who I met in the locker room." You say, hissing softly as you start to move on his lap.

"I-I, um.."

Chris didn't know what to say. He just smiled embarrassedly.

"Now you're looking a little bit like that." You bit your lip, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. You trailed your kisses down his neck, sucking the skin eagerly. Your eager hands went to his belt, opening it clumsily. You pulled his pants along with his boxers and Chris lifted his body to make it easier for you to move, and you could see his hard cock.

Holy shit.

He was big and thick, just like Matt.

You didn't know if it was because you were slightly drunk or if it was because of the bad lighting in the room, but he definitely seemed to be bigger than Matt.

You let out a moan as you dragged your hand from the bottom to the top, feeling his thickness. Chris groaned in disbelief and excitement.

When you took him in your mouth, sucking only the tip, he let out a grunt, throwing his head back. You began to swallow his entire length, making a mess of his cock.

Now everything seemed real to Chris, he couldn't believe it. The girl he met what? a week ago? was sucking him deliciously.

He let out a loud moan as you took his tip down your throat. "Fuck, Hmmm" he cried out. You smiled, pleased with his surprise.

Chris was a little afraid, as an overwhelming urge took over him - he felt so close to cumming.

Shit!

You continued sucking him, helplessly supported, loving the way his size filled your mouth so perfectly.

When you pulled him out of your mouth, still moving your hand quickly, Chris trembled, pulling your hand away, shooting jets of cum right on your face. "Holy shit. I'm so sorry." he said shakily, embarrassed for having cum in such a short time.

"It's okay, baby." you said, wiping your face with a piece of blanket.

Ugh, don't let that ruin your makeup. It took you an hour and a half to do it.

After the post-orgasmic feeling wore off, Chris shrugged, embarrassed.

Usually, you hated it when guys cum before you without even touching you, but you didn't feel that way about Chris. He was younger than you and that turned you on more than you should have. The idea of fucking him seemed as perpetual as fucking his older brother.

"Look, sweetie, my friends are probably looking for me by now, right?" You stand up, straightening your wrinkled dress. "Maybe when we're somewhere else we can finish this little game, hm?" You run your tongue in front of your teeth and lean in to kiss Chris hungrily.

He nods in agreement, watching you leave him alone in the room.

You go down the stairs of the house in search of the bathroom, and luckily for you there was no mile-long line, but, before you open the door, unfortunately, Matt comes out of the room.

You roll your eyes, squeaking.

"Oh, great."

"Look at this...." Matt looks you up and down, examining your entire body. "I know you can't help but dress like a cheap slut, but this is a decent party." He raises his eyebrows, clearly drunk.

You weren't really in the mood to retaliate with another comment, so you just ignored him. But when you tried to open the bathroom door, he blocked you. "Wait a minute. I haven't seen you all week. What is it? Are you upset that I didn't let you finish playing?"

Actually, I was talking to your brother and sucking his dick somewhere

The answer was right on the tip of your tongue, as was Chris's taste.

"Actually, I'm seeing another guy, and unlike you, he's not an arrogant jerk. Now, get out of here."

Matt pushed you against the wall, pressing his body against yours.

"I bet that idiot doesn't do half the things I do to you." he whispers, very close to your ear.

"Trust me, he's way better than you." your gaze drifts to Matt's crotch. You slowly raise your head, enjoying watching his smug expression change. "Ugh, now go find some hole to crawl into, you little shit." You push him away, quickly walking into the bathroom.

Shit. You loved the way he was rude and impatient with you.

As Matt heads for the exit, he runs into Chris.

"Hey." Chris says, looking a little nauseous.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Matt is gruff. "C'mon, let's go." Chris follows him without saying a word.

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The next day, Matt wakes up with the worst hangover. It was Saturday, so his day would be limited to spending all his time in bed. His hair was messy and his face was sleepy. Across the room, there was a deep sleep for Chris. Later in the afternoon, when he no longer felt like a piece of shit and seemed to be better, Matt played video games with a relaxed and sober posture.

"Hey, dude." Chris enters the room with damp hair after taking a shower. Matt just answers him with an "Wassup."

"Hey, um, can I tell you something?" Chris asks casually.

"Sure."

"Last night, when you asked me where I was, I-i, um, was actually with a girl." Chris says without pretense.

He didn't feel embarrassed to talk about these things with Matt because he was his older brother and always told him everything. Chris was strangely happy to be able to say that he had his first sexual experience.

Matt raises his eyebrows, smiling slightly at his brother. "Really? And what were you guys doing, huh? Playing hide and seek?" he teased.

Chris snorted. "No, you idiot."

Matt laughed, not taking his eyes off the video game.

"She gave me a blowjob."

"Impressive, Chris. I'm proud." Matt says, glancing sideways at his brother. He was a layman, anyway. "Was it good?"

"I guess so, I mean, it was my first."

"I get it!" Matt exclaimed. "Relax, I'm sure you'll do great here."

"Like you? I heard all the girls hate you." Chris says sarcastically and Matt ignores him.

"But, I don't know, this girl seems unreal. She's a senior." Chris says, feeling comfortable enough to share this with Matt.

Now it seemed like Chris was making it all up.

Matt listened to his brother babble, but he was paying more attention to his game.

"We met in the locker room a week ago. I had seen her naked, by accident, and I thought she would be mad or something, but she complimented me and said I was 'the hottest freshman she had ever seen."

"Bro, please, be serious." Matt resonated, this time really listening to Chris.

"It's serious!" Chris exclaims, irritated by Matt's contradictions. "I think you know who it is. Her name is y/n, she's a sen-

"WHAT?" Matt's eyes widen in disbelief at what he had just heard.

Chris is confused by the unusual reaction.

Before he can say anything, Matt is walking down the hallway with heavy steps.

You're sitting in your solid wood chair, eating your chocolate cupcake with sprinkles when the door to your room suddenly opens and the figure of an angry Matt appears.

He walks over to you quickly, slapping your hand, making your cupcake fall to the floor.

"Hey!! that was my last cupcake, motherfucker!" you exclaim irritated.

"You really are a needy bitch, aren't you? Out of everyone in this fucking university, you wanted to fuck my brother."

oops

You remain expressionless for a second and Chris appears right behind Matt.

"Matt, what the f-" the younger tries to assimilate the entire situation before him. It was already obvious to him that Matt knew you.

You ignore Matt's prone pose and look shamelessly at Chris.

Still sitting in the chair, you lie: "Look, I didn't know he was your brother."

Matt grits his teeth.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chris asks.

You walk to the bedroom door and lock it.

When you pass them, the boys can see that you were only wearing panties and a transparent white blouse, showing your breasts with shiny tips due to the star piercings...

Chris looks away from your breasts, but it was too late. "Do you like what you see?" you ask with a damn smile.

"I really enjoyed last night..." you say, pulling Chris's hand to sit on your bed and he does so. Matt crosses his arms, poking his cheek with his tongue. You decide to make Matt even angrier by sitting on one of Chris's thighs without warning. "What do you think we continue where we left off?" your gaze is completely fixed on Chris and you see the pupils in his blue eyes dilating.

You revel in the whole situation.

Something really fun could be about to happen and you weren't going to let it slip away.

"You make me sick!" Matt says, interrupting your moment with his little brother. "Chris, forget about this bitch. She couldn't be content with rubbing her ass on me and now she wants to rub it on you too.

"Wait you guys already-"

"Ah! But that was a long time ago, baby. Matt is jealous. You don't mind, do you?" One of your hands holds Chris's chin, making him look only at you.

Despite the awkward situation, Chris didn't mind that you had sex with Matt. Chris was naughty and needy, and having you sitting on his lap with your perky breasts almost exposed was really driving him crazy.

Maybe he just didn't care now.

Before Matt could say anything and ruin your simple moment of happiness, you start kissing Chris's face and this causes an intriguing shiver on the back of his neck, sending vibrations to his cock.

You laugh softly at the way his body reacted. "You're so sensitive..." Chris blushes.

"He's a virgin." Matt interrupts you, paying close attention to your body.

He didn't want to embarrass Chris but he was starting to get jealous about the inappropriate situation.

For a second you had forgotten that the grumpy hot brother was standing there in the middle of the room, after all, at the moment described, you only had eyes for the sensitive hot brother.

Chris exposed his irritation to Matt, however, before he could say anything, you intervened. "Oh, so that's it!" Your mouth opens in surprise, but that only makes you more captivated about Chris.

That should explain last night.

"I can fix that, love." Your hand is on Chris's cheek and your mouth plants a little kiss near his mouth. "Do you want it?" You ask suggestively.

Chris nods with gradual fascination. One of his hands went to your thigh and you loved the way he didn't refrain from touching you. He was a virgin without scruples, just like you once were.

"Matthew, you can either go outside or you can stay there watching. I'm sure Chris won't mind."

Matt felt helpless and challenged.

What? Did you think he was going to go out and be humiliated by his own brother?

He was too proud to just let you say that shit without at least fucking all the arrogance out of your body.

Matt clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, standing next to you, making you sit between the two of them with your legs wide open like a trained dog. He pulled your face and touched his lips to yours, moved by the shamelessness on your face and a tremendous desire to feel your body against his.

You let go of Matt, feeling his hand run over your pussy covered and wet with natural lubrication. He teased you the way you liked. You turned to Chris and kissed him, while Matt licked and dragged his tongue down your neck.

"Tell me, baby, have you ever sucked a needy pussy?" He silently denied. "It's quite easy, I'll show you."

Chris complied with your request when you gestured for him to kneel between your legs. You rudely removed Matt's hand, pushing your panties aside to show Chris how wet and thirsty for him you were. Chris was ecstatic and his mouth watered. Your hand went to the back of his neck, forcing him against your heat and he gladly accepted, touching his warm tongue to your clit. He sucked and licked precisely, seeming to know exactly what to do. You moaned loudly at his actions, loving the feel of your pussy being so wet. Matt took off your shirt, revealing your tits that he didn't hesitate to put in his mouth, partially sucking each of your nipples, grabbing your breasts roughly.

"Hmmm. Fuck, that's it. So good." you screamed as Chris added a finger inside your entrance without warning. You pulled his hair, forcing him even deeper into your pussy. Matt stopped sucking on your nipples, which were swollen by the pressure caused by his lips, and kissed your mouth again. He took off his belt and exposed his cock, forcing your mouth violently against it, making you gag. He pulled his member out of your warm mouth and without even waiting for you to catch your breath, he shoved his entire hard cock into your mouth again, gripping your hair tightly, he fucked your mouth listening to the wet noises his movements caused.

Chris was doing an incredible job eating you out. His cock was rock hard, feeling quite appreciated having that wet pussy in his face. By that point your panties were already disgusting and soaked. He added another finger inside you, but your moans were muffled by Matt's pre-cum-filled tip in your throat, leaving you breathless.

Matt couldn't help but squeeze your throat roughly just so he could feel his size in the palm of his hand. The feeling of his weight against your tongue was delirious. "You filthy slut. You love having a cock in that dirty mouth, don't you?"

The scarcity took over your entire body, as the overwhelming urge to cum soon reached your lower abdomen when Chris rubbed your clit, fingering you deliciously. You separated your lips from Matt's cock to say weakly: "I-I'm going to cum."

Hearing this, a sick and arrogant idea took over Matt. The excitement in his body was massive and vulgar. He stopped his movements to say: "Chris, stop sucking it." The younger simply obeyed with the corners of his mouth and his chin full of lubrication.

"No, no..." you whimper, tears falling down your flushed cheeks.

Matt gets out of bed, grabbing the wooden chair and placing it in a space next to the bed. "Sit down." He says and Chris does as he's told. Matt rips your lace panties off easily and pulls you up by your hair, leaving your scalp sore. He makes you stand up, facing Chris, holding both your hands against your back. "Look at her, Chris. She's a dirty greedy slut who'll do anything to have a cock fucking her tight pussy." Your aroused state of mind is harmful. Matt's words make you wetter and wetter. "She wanted to use you to satisfy her nasty fetishes, so in that case she deserves to be fucked hard, don't you think?" he whispers in your ear but Chris hears his older brother's words very well. "Or maybe it would be better to just cum on those beautiful little tits and leave." Matt gave a sick smile, slapping your breasts hard. You protested against his words, letting out distressed whimpers.

Chris didn't take his eyes off the defeated figure in front of him - his lust was delirious, eager to be inside you. He bit his lip, thinking seriously about Matt's proposal. He knew it was a bluff, he wouldn't go anywhere without fucking you first. Even though he was completely inexperienced, he was assiduous and articulate. Chris took off his pants, freeing his stubborn cock.

Matt threw you against Chris who held you firmly, unable to do anything he turned you so that your back was to him and stuck his cock deep inside you entrance. You were surprised and confused by the way he held you so perfectly.

Had he lied about being a virgin? And was this all just some ruse between him and Matt?

But these external thoughts dissipated when he stuck his cock in your tight little entrance. Your moans were constant and high-pitched - you loved feeling so full. Chris made a tremendous effort not to appear helpless in the face of that overwhelming sensation of being inside a pussy for the first time. He grunted when you wiggled on his lap. "Fuck me, please," you begged Chris in a sly voice that only Matt had ever heard before.

He complied with your request, captivated, held your smooth thighs and began thrusting inside you. Matt pulled you forward and stuck his cock in your mouth again and you sucked it deliberately. He put you in an uncomfortable position, but your sexual decline was so massive that he didn't even care about the pathetic way you were. You felt full in every way. Chris felt confident enough to increase the pace of his rough thrusts, he felt a longing stimulation tangling in his chest as he hit your g-spot harshly. He squeezed one of your tits, amazed at the feel of the metal piercing as it pinched your nipple.

With one hand holding his own penis and the other in your messy hair, Matt took his cock out of your mouth, looking at you with dark eyes. He pulled your head back when you tried to suck him and did it again when you risked the attempt. Chris kept your arms behind your back, which irritated you because you couldn't hold Matt's cock. You stuck your tongue out, circling Matt's tip, he dared to run his cock over your sweaty face the way you loved so much...

"So obedient, accepting two dicks! Is that what you wanted, hum? Matt asks you with a smile on his lips and you smile back, nodding in affirmation.

Chris couldn't hold it any longer, the rush to empty himself took over him. You moved against his thrusts, increasing the rhythm and fomenting your heat closer and closer to your climax, but before he squirted jets of sperm inside your tortured entrance, you came screaming loudly, feeling a rush of pleasurable emotions throughout your body. Chris lets go of your hands and holds you by the hips, he cums infamously inside you, moaning deeply.

Before you can recover from all that exhausting and intoxicating commotion, Matt lifts you from Chris' lap and throws you on the edge of the bed, thrusting himself carelessly inside you. The stimulation in your sensitive pussy makes you scream desperately, trying to push Matt out, but he holds your hands on top of your head. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and fucks you without limits. "Didn't you want to fucking cum?" he moans and you are still screaming from the sensitivity. Matt could feel the white liquids running down your broken entrance, and as he thrusts once more, he pulls his cock out of your entrance, he masturbates quickly and cums right on your abdomen.

All three of you are panting and exhausted. You let out a frank laugh and Matt gets off of you thinking that, although you drove him crazy, he really loved fucking you.

Chris was trying to process what had just happened.

And you? Well, you're sure this isn't the last time this will happen. It's all about patience!

part 1

to my hot girlfriend: @aniesvision

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vgilantee · 9 months ago

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Hmmm you want Price sharing thoughts, you say?

What about him inviting the guys into his office while you’re bent over his wooden desk? Whether or not they know what they’re walking into is up to you, but just imagine the gasps they let out when they see their captain slamming into your wet cunt. Your face pressed against the wood of his desk, tits pressed against it too (and Soap’s eyes fly to your lonely nipples way too quick, desperately wanting to suck on them while his captain is balls deep in you). Moans and whines falling from your bite-swollen lips as he just keeps stretching you out so deep and so full.

Imagine how Price talks about you to his men while he’s fucking you. He’ll call on each of them, sometimes one at a time, sometimes not. And he’ll tell them to stand next to his desk and watch. Watch how your ass ripples when he ruts it. Watch how your brows furrow when he angles his hips in such a cruel way, so he’s hitting your g-spot even better.

More to come (pun not intended) when I have more time :)

- 🪤

price has his hand on the back of your neck, fingers pushed up into the hair on the nape of your neck with his nails occasionally scratching at your scalp. your cheek pressed firmly into his desk and a puddle of drool builds around your mouth and soaks the side of your face, mixing with tears as you babble for price. asking for more, pleading for god knows what, calling him price and sir and captain and john.

you barely register the sound of the door opening and the three pairs of boots that stop just at the edge of your vision. it wasn’t the first time price had played with you (read: fucked you brainless) in front of the three of them. hell they’ve all had their way with you under his watchful eye. but this was a punishment. not for you, no no. for them.

the last time the four of them had you, price had noticed that while they’d all made you cum, you weren’t a boneless, brainless mess. and that just wouldn’t do. if he was going to let his most trusted men take care of his girl, the love of his life and the most important person in his world, the they’d do it right.

price doesn’t stop his abuse on your poor, swollen cunt while he talks to them, doesn’t slow his ministrations as you whine and cry out, clenching down and cumming around his cock with a cracked scream. he just keeps talking to them conversationally, his captain voice heavy with lust. all three men ignore the moans that occasionally break price’s instructions just as price ignores the way gaz adjusts his twitching cock at the sound and soap��s eyes haven’t left your tits. at least ghost has the manners to not touch himself without permission and to keep his eyes on his captain (despite how desperately he wants to watch the way your pretty little pussy sucks in price’s cock and leaves a milky ring)

the next few hours - though you aren’t entirely sure how long, the only thing you know for certain is that at some point between price spanking your ass raw and soap biting your nipple, you pass out - price talks each man through how to make you cum in various ways. each have their own preference of course, and price helps them learn how to have you shaking and dumb after each orgasm. you lose count of how many you have, and how many times you get cum on, the only think making it into your silly little, cockdrunk brain is price’s voice telling you how good you’re doing “lettin’ my boys take care of ya, sweet thing. doing so well, takin’ their cocks n mouths. don’t worry your pretty little head, love, i’ll do all the thinkin’ for ya. just feel good ‘n’ cum for us”

(*cough* @glossysoap)

#WHOOPS I GOT CARRIED AWAY HEHE #john price x reader #captain price x reader #price x reader #poly!141 #🪤 anon #˚:✧｡• smut warning #soap x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #˚:✧｡• gaz #˚:✧｡• soap #˚:✧｡• ghost #˚:✧｡•ghost #chatter box ~✧#john price ~✧

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daisyblog · 7 months ago

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Dad Mode

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry is overprotective of Grace and worries about everything.

YN always knew Harry was born to be a father. She watched over the years as he interacted with Lux when they were on tour with the band, how he would be happy to help when her younger siblings, Doris and Ernest were born or how excited he was when they become Auntie and Uncle to Freddie, Lucky and Olive.

But YN couldn’t help but notice how Harry’s protective side had kicked in at full speed once Grace wos born.

Before YN and Grace were discharged from the hospital, the new family of three were enjoying some time of being in their baby bubble. Harry was sitting on the chair next to the bed, his eyes glued to Grace who was feeding as she laid in YN’s arms.

“Do you think she’s having enough milk? How will we know?”. Harry’s voice was full of worry as he watched YN take to motherhood like a natural. “It’s not like a bottle is it? Where you can see how much she’s drinking.”.

YN glanced up to find a frown written all over Harry’s face as he was deep in thought. “Will you stop being a worry pants!”. She couldn’t help but laugh. “You know earlier when she came off the boob herself?”. Harry nodded. “It meant she’d had enough and she’s really calm and content when she’s feeding.”.

Harry’s shoulders relaxed at YN words, her reassurance working instantly. “Yeah, that makes sense…m’sorry, I just want everything to be right”.

“I know you do”. YN couldn’t be more grateful for Harry. “How about when we’re home I can express sometimes and then you’ll be able to feed Grace too?”.

Harry’s eyes lit up with excitement at the idea. “I’d love that!”:

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Whilst YN was preparing for Grace’s nighttime routine, and cuddling the little one in her blanket, Harry was running her a bath.

“Babe? C’mere!”. Harry’s voice was heard from the bathroom. YN, with Grace still cuddled in her arms, padded across the hall.

“What’s wrong bubs?”. YN watched as Harry held the little baby soap in his hands, reading the back of it.

“How much of this should I put it? I don’t want to put on much…but then I don’t want to not put enough in….but I’ve read the back and it says a tiny bit…but what’s a tiny bit…it’s all too confusing”. Harry didn’t take a breath, YN could see the worry in his eyes.

“Bubs…take a breath…and relax…just put a little drop into the water and that’ll be enough”. YN calmly explained and watched as Harry added some nighttime bubbles to the baby bath.

After Harry checked the temperature was safe for Grace, YN placed the little baby into the water and they both laughed at how relaxed she was as she laid there, her small blue eyes piercing up at them.

After Grace’s bath, YN was sat on the rocking chair feeding her as her little eyes slowly closed as she quietly went to sleep. Harry was stood leaning against the doorframe as he watched his wife and daughter.

“I’m sorry”. His voice was gentle, not wanting to disturb a sleeping Grace.

“Sorry for what?” YN couldn’t help but wonder what Harry was apologising for.

“I know I’m being silly and too much when it comes to things with Grace.”. Harry looked down as he spoke.

“Aww bubs…you’re not being silly or over the top…you’re being a good dad and just wanting to do everything right”. YN reassured him.

YN walked over to be closer to Harry. “Here…take Grace and enjoy some cuddles!”.

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YN was woken up with a sound of a floorboard creak, as she squinted and tried to adjust to waking up, she could see Harry’s figure looking into Grace’s crib.

“Harry? Bubs?”. YN whispered, aware that Grace couldn’t be awake because she usually cried.

“I-I…I thought I heard Grace make a noise”. Harry rearranged the blanket before he got back into bed.

“Talk to me bubs.” YN invited Harry to cuddle into her. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”. She ran her fingers through his hair.

Harry didn’t say anything at first, just traced patterns over YN’s skin on her arm as he thought deeply. “I feel like I’m in constant worry mode..I’m worried about messing up or if Grace is okay…I just can’t stop worrying”.

“I understand…but you do know that you’re the only person I’d want to parent with and you’re the best dad to Grace…and you’ll be the same with our future babies…so treat yourself with kindness”. Harry chucked at YN’s use of his lyrics.

“Are you ever going to stop using lyrics in serious conversations?”. Harry smiled as they were still cuddled up as one.

“No…now get some sleep before Grace wants cuddles in the morning with the best Daddy!”.

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siolixz · 8 days ago

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Family

one-shot

Pairings: Oz 'The Penguin' Cobb x reader

You and Oz settle down in a big penthouse and kids arrive. Very self indulging fanfic. This is quite short but I tried my best to give y'all something- I miss him. ( ˘︹˘ )

Enjoy and give feedback if you want :)

Contents: fluff

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you waited for your husband to come home.

Was he going to be happy?

What a silly question, of course he was going to be happy. He’s been telling you non-stop how excited he was to start a family with you.

So why are you nervous?

You paced around the master bedroom you two shared- pregnancy test in hand.

Why is he taking so long?

You sat on the couch in the living room on your phone while the maids were getting the table ready for tonight’s dinner- you made them cook that cake Oz loved.

He has no idea what’s waiting for him.

Between high society meetings and the usual business your husband has to attend to- he was a very busy man. But he never, ever brought any bad moods he had at work back home to you.

“There she is”

You turned around to look at him- dressed in a tuxedo, he looked every bit the rich man he was.

You said hi to him and got up to kiss him:

“You smell nice..” you whispered.

You two talked as he undressed his dress jacket and took off his suspenders, leaving him only in the shirt and black pants he had on- he unbuttoned it a little and got it up to his elbows.

As you two ate, you tried your best not to interrupt him- to break the news and wait for his face to light up- make his whole night.

As the cake was brought on the table and he got the first bite- you couldn’t help yourself. You just couldn’t.

”I gotta ask you something” you started- your stomach full of butterflies

He raised an eyebrow at you- mouth full of cake.

“Do you have any plans 9 months from now?”

He shook his head no.

“Why?”

You took a deep breath-

“Well, in nine months from now- you’re gonna be a dad.”

You smiled at him as you saw him raise his eyebrows in shock.

“You serious?”

You nodded- your heart was so full as you saw him break out in a smile as well

“Are you happy?” You whispered at him as he reached across the table to pull you in his arms.

“I’m the happiest man alive.”

He kissed you gently as he held your face.

Remembering the day you told your husband about your bundle of joy brought tears in your eyes, must’ve a mix of the hormones and the nostalgia you felt as you waited to arrive at the doctor’s appointment.

He held your hand in the backseat as your driver rounded the corner.

Oswald and you already picked out names for him or her. Either way, whatever they were- all that mattered is that they were yours and perfect.

You tried to calm your nerves as you laid on the table- whatever was to come, whatever the doctor told you, you will be there for them.

She placed the cold gel on your belly as your husband held your hand next to you. He was nervous too- you could tell, even if he pretended not to be. He smiled gently at you when you glanced in his direction.

She told you everything was ok, the babies were in the right position and their bodies were alright.

What?

Babies?

”What babies?” Your husband interrupted the doctor “We thought it was just one?”

You couldn’t form any words at that moment, your gaze was fixated on the screen as she turned it around to show you.

She smiled at you- pointing excitedly at the precious lives you carried inside- “You two are going to have your hands full- you’re expecting two girls, see?”

You squeezed Oz’s hand while it was holding your own- chuckling in disbelief as you looked at his shocked expression.

The months went by quickly and your body changed in ways you couldn’t have imagined- by the seventh month, you could barely walk and much to Oswald’s enjoyment, you had an attitude too:

He stared at you as you got naked in the bathroom.

You felt uncomfortable after a long day of trying to busy yourself with various things around the penthouse- his gaze on you only irritated you further.

Was he thinking you looked ugly?

He made you this way!

You turned around at him, angry “What the fuck are you looking at?”

He started laughing “You look beautiful- can’t I look at my wife?”

Now not only did you walk like him, you started acting like him as well.

Oz became way more protective of you than usual as your due date was coming up, you had the most expensive doctors on call and the most experienced nannies ready to help you out once you gave birth, he watched over you like a hawk- you could barely do anything and even if you loved him as much as you possibly could, sometimes you wanted to be left alone too.

You two renovated the nursery where your daughters will be once they came and you already decided on the names- you picked ‘Aurora’ and your husband picked ‘Frances’ for her sister.

Aurora and Frances- how loved they are and they weren’t even here yet.

You talked to them as you massaged your belly at night, told them stories of their grandmothers and their grandfather, you talked to them about their aunt and uncles too- how happy they would all be to see them.

The birth was a hard one- even with the best doctors, midwives and nurses money could buy.

Aurora came first and then Frances, pink and gorgeous- perfect.

Both of them.

The babies cried, you cried- Oz cried. It was all tears in the delivery room. Happy tears.

As they placed your daughters on each side of you Oz kissed your forehead “thank you” he muttered.

Your life changed for the better in the last years. Sure, it is way more chaotic and raising two children wasn’t easy- the nannies helped.

But you were so happy- so happy and so fulfilled

By the 20th month- Aurora was already running around the house and Frances seemed to think she was a storyteller who had to be listened to at all times .

When you would calm Frances down- her sister would start running, as you would grab the more rambunctious one- her sister would start crying and so on and so forth.

Sometimes they would sync together when crying prompting your husband to announce that they were going to be great singers one day- a duet.

Aurora had your husband's eyes and his smile- the same wild twinkle in her eyes just before she was about to do something naughty. She enjoyed watching you two run around the house after her or when Oz would throw her in the air and play with her.

Frances on the other hand- she observed everything with wide eyes, trying to grab a hold of anything close to her- to find out what it was, she was the more inquisitive one for sure. She still enjoyed playing with her sister but she preferred to stick to the sidelines.

They were both well behaved, you thaught them to say 'sorry', 'please' and 'thank you'. No matter how much their father or you spoiled them, they had to know their manners and you were very pleased with their learning abilities.

God, you loved them so much.

Of course you carried them both in your belly so they could look exactly the same as their dad.

They would start screaming whenever they heard his voice or hear him walk and not only that- but they took his accent too.

No matter how hard you tried to teach them how to say things the ‘right’ way- prepare them for school next to the other rich kids in their social circle, they preferred their father’s way of saying things- sometimes it felt like he carried them to full term.

As they grew their father became more and more paranoid- telling you that if he can’t protect you three, then he failed as a father and husband.

I mean, you knew he had enemies, knew he was a dangerous man who shouldn’t be crossed- but having a car full of armed men trailing behind you as you would run errands into town or take the girls somewhere was a bit much.

Oz loved them so much- they were the light of his life, everything he did, he did it for them and for you.

Every night after he came home he would kiss both girls on their your bedroom, of course depending on when he came home.

Tonight was no different as he climbed in the king sized bed to start the TV- watch the news and get his glasses from the nightstand.

He mumbled something under his breath about the politician talking on the news and turned around to look at you as you joined him.

He smiled and wrapped his arm around you as you cuddled close to him.

"They were fast asleep weren't they?"

"Yeah- Frances almost woke up but 'Rory was out like a log." He chuckled. "What do you say we try again, huh?"

You looked up at him

“Maybe try for a boy this time? “

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Author's note: Thank you for reading!!!!!!!!!!

This was an anon request- I don't think I am that good at writing family fics but hey i tried and therefore no one should judge me. I also have another one-shot in the works, something I am quite proud of so far about an up and coming singer who gets a one in a lifetime opportunity to sing at 'Monroe's', the hottest jazz club who was just renovated- there she meets a very wealthy man and owner of said club. Her friends tell her 'no' and 'are you fck insane?' she sais 'me likey old dangerous gangster'- stuff happens in the Rolls Royce after. (͡• ͜ʖ ͡•)

#hbo the penguin #the penguin #oz cobb #the penguin tv #oswald cobb x reader #oz cobb x reader #the penguin hbo #oswald cobblepot #the penguin x reader #oz cobblepot

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fan-goddess · 1 year ago

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Hi I hope ur have a good day/night could u pls write a aegon x reader where aegon has reader wrapped around his finger like she’s agreeing w everything he’s saying and always by his side and stuff I’m sorry it’s a 5am thought fell free to ignore this

Authors Note: Hi yeah I understand it’s currently 00:38 where I currently am as I answer this. Just letting you know, technically my requests have closed, but I’ll do this as a final one before trying to focus on my WIPs

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, food kink (ish), it’s implied Chubby!Aegon, p in v sex, riding, praise kink, dom!aegon, sub!wife,

Aegon Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii, @f4ll-for-you, @amiraisgoingthruit,

The lords wives that you were forced to converse with, would always explicitly talk to you and tell that it was strange just how compliant you were with your husband. How it was unusual for you to act more like his devoting servant than act like his wife.

Though, they obviously don’t see the love in your eyes. The maids that looked after your husband certainly didn’t possess that, only you his wife.

“Aegon, you are stuffing your face like a common pig! You should not be embracing your love of food, you should instead be embracing your time with your wife and having heirs!” The queen scolded.

You must admit, you yourself had recently come to worry on your husbands sudden interest in food. But now, now you find a strange pleasure in watching him stuff himself silly and caressing the soft skin afterwards. Plus Aegon was always too eager afterwards to let you hold him and mark him as yours In your own way.

“My lovely wife does not mind! Do you sweet wifeling?!” Your husband turns to you, and it’s like clockwork when you begin to defend him. Telling the queen you do not mind your husbands sudden departure of your chambers, not that you said that specifically of course. Still, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Aegon had stopped mid bite of some unknown dessert to stare at you with hooded eyes. Your husband really was insatiable...

The queen sighs with defeat. An act you’ve noticed that she always seems to do when Aegon brings you into the conversation to defend him.

It surprises you when Aegon grabs ahold of your wrist with one hand, and a near full jug of wine in the other. “I believe I must retire for the night. The evening festivities have seemingly tired our both me and my wife.” Aegon leaves no room for discussion, not that you’d dare to complain on the matter, and pulls you to the direction of your shared chambers.

As you look back slightly in bashfulness, you can see Alicent once again, shaking her head in her hands slightly. A loud sigh breaking the silence that swallowed her.

When the two of you enter your shared chambers, Aegon drops your hand to walk calmly to a small side table and deposit the wine jug. He turns to you slightly, and speaks in a deep baritone voice to command you. “Be a good wife and strip for me. Then, you need to lay on the bed on your back can you do that?”

And like the obedient wife you are, you nod to him and do as Aegon says. A slight shiver running through you though as the air hits your sensitive places once you’ve undressed. You close your eyes and breath in an attempt to control yourself while you lay waiting on the bed for him, but the sudden feeling of something dripping on your stomach makes your eyes shoot open and head shoot up slightly to find out what it is. And when you do, your breathing becomes shaky and uneven with interest and arousal.

Aegon was currently dripping wine onto you, and licking and licking the liquid straight from your skin. It certainly didn’t help your restraint when Aegon begins to slightly growl as he begins to suck on the patches of your skin, similar to that of a man starved.

“What a perfect obedient wife…” He muttered as he licks another trail of wine from this time, your lower stomach. You can feel yourself gasp and preen from the praise he gives you. A shy yet proud smile evident. “So good and willing for your husband… you’d truly let me do anything to you wouldn’t you…”

“Yes my lord husband of course!” You whine, because it was true. For Aegon, you would show your devotion to him in anyway possible if it meant he’d give you attention. It was like he’d wrapped you around his finger, and he certainly acted like he knew it.

“Why, I bet you’d even let me breed you and fuck you like you were some whore straight from the silk street…” His hands caress the now wet skin of your lower belly, and you feel your stomach tighten and your skin practically burn in response to Aegons words.

The imagery comes to mind easily. The image of you waddling behind Aegon with a stomach all swollen with his babe… It made you physically react with a high pitched whine as you thought of it. If you did get pregnant, then it would be a much more physical claim over you, and with it all the ladies and the lords of the court would now who you belonged to you, who held a claim over you…

“Oh? Does my wife like that idea? Good. By the end of the month, I will make it so that the maester will be declaring that belly is growing with my babe…” His grin does not falter, even as he undresses himself to complete nudity and quickly inserts himself inside of you, while you bite your lip with a slight wince at the feel of Aegon stretching your walls.

“Taking me so well like a good wife you are…” Aegon laughs, while you once more preen at the praise he gives you. You can already feel your wet walls clenching down hard on Aegon cock. As It seems no matter how many times Aegon fucks you, you’ll always find yourself struggling to accommodate him at first.

Your hands like clockwork go to the love handles on Aegons sides and grab them for stability, while your mouth opens as silent moans are unrelentingly let out the more you feel Aegon nudge his cock deeper inside of you. The slight stinging sensation soon dissipating into harsh and unmistakable pleasure.

One of Aegons hands move to lay flatly against your lower stomach, and he seemingly finds himself groaning every time he manages to thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of you. “I can practically feel my cock inside of your womb baby…” He whines loudly, “Can feel you sucking me in as deep as you can like my good little breeding wife” The derogatory language makes your breath hitch slightly, but you can’t help yourself from finding pleasure in the usually insulting words. Maybe being married to Aegon has revealed some sort of deeply rooted sexual deviancy from inside of you? It doesn’t really matter where it came from though, as you fucking love it, and have found yourself having no fear when embracing that side of you with the man you love.

The feeling of Aegon dominating you though, mixed with those words, makes the knot within your lower belly tighten harder, and you know if won’t take long before you reach your oh so needed peak.

“I’m close Aegon!” You whine, the grip on Aegons body tightening as you feel your head becomes familiar sort of fuzzy, and your lips only able to do a mixture of muttering and whining of Aegons name in a sort of bastardised prayer.

You try to hold it in and wait for your husbands approval, and when you see his devilish smirk and the slight nod of his head signifying his approval, you can feel your eyes roll to the back of your head and a massive wave of pleasure wash over you.

Your heart feels like it’s running ten times faster than usual, and yet you feel it skip a beat at the sight of Aegons face as you feel him cum deep inside. His fleshy hips dig slightly into your own as he tries to stuff his cum as deeply as he can, and It feels like it certainly works, as you feel the warmth of his hot cum travel practically to inside of your womb.

You’re almost in a daze at this point, but the feeling of Aegons skin brings you back. He pulls your head to his chest, and you halfheartedly begin to suck and nibble on the skin there. You can taste his sweat, mixed with something else you don’t really know, but it’s still one of the best tastes you think ever.

“Are you that desperate for me again my insatiable wife?” Aegon murmurs as he tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. You don’t answer him. Instead, you move your head slightly with a smile and suck a bruise on a random part of your husbands thick chest, and you’re delighted by the sound of a small hiss being released from his throat. You’re even more excited though by the tight grip he now currently holds your hair with.

“If my always doting wife is that desperate to be filled with my seed…” You can feel his engorged cock hardening on your thigh, and you can’t help but take all of him in all over again when Aegon roughly moves you so you sit atop his beautifuly thick thighs. You can’t help yourself from tracing the stretch marks that have appeared their over the past year…

Fuck… if Aegon isn’t beautiful… he should be painted like this for all to see his ethereal beauty-

“Hey! Eyes on me wifeling!” The loud slap he makes when he brings his hand down swiftly onto the skin of your behind, makes a broken mixture of a gasp and a whine break free from your mouth. Your eyes obediantly going back to make contact with your husband’s, the thoughts put away to the side for now, but definitely not forgotten.

“If my pretty wife wants my seed, then she’ll get it till it’s flowing straight out of her pretty little dripping cunt.” With that said, you eagerly lift up your hips and lower yourself down onto Aegons eagerly rigid cock. The wet sounds of your cunt being filled being the only sound in the room truly worth hearing. Before though being soon followed by yours and Aegons sounds of ecstasy and praise.

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x y/n #chubby aegon #hotd aegon #aegon ii fic #aegon x reader #aegon the second #aegon targaryen smut #aegon ii #house of the dragon request #house of the dragon smut #aegon targaryen/you #aegon targaryen one shot #aegon targaryen/reader #aegon targaryen x you

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sunsetsimon · 11 months ago

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i’ve been lurking through your page for the past few days and i’m screaming, crying, kicking my feet at simon. ANYWAYS— i’ve had a scary interaction yesterday evening when i parked my car and a guy opened my door when i was gathering my things from the passenger seat.

i screamed, which made him flinch and i was able to close the door and lock myself in. he banged my window and kept on trying to talk to me until he finally left.

i had a full blown panic attack and it took my 20 minutes to gather enough courage to get out and run home.

what’s scarier is that i am four months along w/ my bsf’s baby (USE PROTECTION KIDS, ONE SILLY MISTAKE AND YOU LOSE YOUR BSF AND FEEL LIKE A WHALE) and i don’t have anyone to call/reach so…… now… i can only think of reader experiencing this, but being able to call simon and him just comforting her afterwards and coming to save her <3 ugh i need a simon in my life hahahah

anyways—— sorry if this was weird and a strange word vomit too, feel free to ignore!! stay safe 🫶🏼

— momanon 🧞‍♀️

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. i'm so glad you're okay ugh that's terrifying!!! and i hope you have the happiest and healthiest pregnancy ever <333 mwah!

simon is fucking fuming, he can't think of the last time he was this riled up, ready to split this guy down the middle. your hands are shaking as you call him, struggling to hold your phone up to your ear, voice trembling as you speak. the line goes silent, all you hear is quick shuffling of what you can only assume is simon grabbing his keys to come to you.

“what does he look like? which direction is he walking to? what is he wearing?” firing off question after question, picturing all the ways he can send this man to his maker. of course you’re shaken, thoughts twisted from pure shock and adrenaline.

“don’t fucking move,” he orders you, and you can hear the loud acceleration of his car, driving way over the speed limit, running stop signs, tunnel visioned on getting to you.

he’s there faster than you can really process, his energy completely different. simon’s demeanor is dark, intimidating, enough to pull you out of your shock. his eyes are scanning the parking lot, searching for anyone who fits the description of the man.

“are you okay?” he asks, opening your door to pull you into his arms.

he holds you against his chest, taking deep breaths to coax you into calming down, his chest rising and falling in tempo with yours. his warm hand rests on your tummy, rubbing lightly as if he was soothing the baby.

“yeah that was just… scary,” you say, observing the cars around you once more. it's you and simon, and a woman about your age walking down the rows of cars. keys and purse in hand, she quickly passes you and gets in a blue car parked a few spaces down. though she didn't give you a second glance, simon watched her like a hawk, brown eyes scanning for the man lurking around.

"m'never letting you go anywhere alone again. especially while carryin' my kid with you," he huffs as the woman shuts her car door, quickly backing out and leaving. you're gathering your things, filling your bag with everything that had spilled in your fright, flinging things around while locking the door.

simon guides you out of your car by your hand, holding his other arm out to help stabilize you if you need it. grabbing the bag from you, he kisses your forehead and walks on your heels the entire way. from then on, he keeps his promise of not allowing you to go anywhere alone, always by your side to protect you.

#ghost x reader #.wbm #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #momanon🧞‍♀️

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shira-cosmic-star · 4 months ago

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Little things to love. Jabberwock HC

(This was ordinally supposed to be a different HC. Then I got sidetracked and came up with this one. I promise I'm working on the Wish Me Mell pt 2. It'll be posted some time tomorrow. Thank you kindly for your patience.)

Warning: Nothing but fluffy, GNreader

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Haru:

Mc headed over to Jabberwock to assist with the animals. It was a long week and maybe this will cheer them up? They’ve always enjoyed spending time with the boys and Peekaboo. After making your way through the entrance. MC see a wide grassy field. So far there wasn’t any signs of animals or ghouls nearby. Just a straightforward path to the dorm. As MC walked on the side walk, they looked around deep far into the distance.

“Gahahha! Watch out!!” MC heard a voice behind them. As soon as they turned around Mc see a goat like anomaly, running towards them. Panic begins to set in.

‘Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! What should I do!?’ They sway left and then right. Unsure which direction to go.

“BAM”

“Ow” They cried as the goat ran straight into them and slammed its head into theirs. Haru quickly runs over to them and helps Mc up.

“Gah! Are you okay MC?” He questioned after seeing what the goat did. MC had their hand on their forehead. Once he removed their hand to take a look. There was a knot on their head.

“Is it bad?” He looks into their eyes.

“No, no, no! Nothing an ice pack can’t fix!” He stated cheerfully. Haru takes their hand gentle and guide them to the dorm. In the dorm Ren was sitting on the couch watching YouTube. After hearing the door creek open. Ren looks up from his phone.

“What happened to you?” While he raised one of his brows, he asked.

Not fully wanting to admit what just happened. MC pouted and removed their hand from their forehead.

“Eh? Yeesh.” Haru had come back in the room and handed MC an ice pack. Once they have placed it on themselves , he hummed to himself. “MC, why didn’t you move out the way?” His voice carried with concern.

“I-I was going to, but I panicked and I-I didn’t know where it was heading...” MC explained their thought process. They stumble with their words as they feel the rush of embarrassment forming on her face. He chuckled and patted her back. “Hey it’s all okay. It could’ve been worse.” He explained to MC in a tempt to cheer them up. MC smiled and nodded their head.

“Yeah! I could have broken a nose or busted my head!” MC spoke with a cheerful voice and good attitude. Haru loved this about MC. He stands up straight with both hands on his hips. “That’s the spirit! Gahahah!!” His laugh rings throughout the dorm and They joined him.

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Towa

Upon, MC’s arrival. They have offered Towa a dandelion. Which to their surprise, Towa eats it before they could say anything. From that day on. He had taken a liking to MC. Though he isn’t much of a talker. He still listens and communicate the best that he can. Towa would nod his head, yes or no while he makes little sounds. Mc is able to tell by the tone of Towa’s hums whether he is saying ‘yes’ or ‘no.’

Right now, both of them are sitting on the hill watching the sunset. Mc would do most of the talking. Meanwhile, Towa would listen. He enjoys hearing all of her stories. Rather they were happy, sad, silly, or scary. Though, the one thing he loves the most. Would be how caring and mind she is. She would often stop by with homemade lunches for all of them. Making sure that each of them had at least a healthy full meal. Mc would even take care of peekaboo, while Haru and Towa was out. Often when Mc makes the meals. She would make sure Towa’s was perfect. Favoritism? Probably. She spends a lot of time with him. So why not put a lot of effort into making his meals? Mc had learned which flowers he likes to eat. Some flowers he would eat. While others he likes to smell and admire.

Towa also loves to cuddle with her. He would sit her, right between his legs and hold her to his chest. Recently, Mc has been with the other ghouls and helping them out. This makes Towa extremely upset, he misses her so much. So, now they are both cuddling was they watch the sunset. When it starts to get dark outside. Towa tells her how much he enjoys being around her. So much that he wishes it never ends. He will always be grateful for the things Mc do. Not only for him, but Haru too.

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Ren:

Ren was working at the Mystery Diner this evening. He had messaged MC about joining him. They were planning on watching horror movies and playing video games together. But unfortunately, MC wasn’t available that night. They were off on another mission with the other ghouls from another dorm. Recently MC has been cancelling the hangouts due to the missions. Ren sighs heavily, he knows deep down they don’t mean to cancel on him. Yet, he couldn’t help, but miss their present.

Shortly after the mission, MC had gone to the school store to find something that Ren might like. They went from alle to alle. They couldn’t find anything there. Disappointed, they sighed. Then and idea came to mind. They decided to make him a gift. ‘Maybe that will cheer him up? Hopefully this isn’t cheesy or makes things weird...’ Alongside of some snacks he might like. This took them a few days to make his a cute sorry gift. They have messaged him, asking if he was either at the dorm or at the diner. He had clarified that he was at the dorm. Shortly, MC walking into the dorm. Ren wasn’t in the lobby, nor was he in the kitchen. That could only mean one thing. He was in his room.

‘Knock Knock’ MC hits their knuckle on the door. Ren opens the door to see who it was. They had their hands behind their back. Standing in front of him was MC. Looking guilty like a child who had done something wrong. “Oh hey” He was the first to speak. Ren opens the door wider and lets them in. Mc sits down on the edge of his bed and took a deep breath.

“Ren, I’m so sorry for cancelling the past few hangouts. To make it up to you. I’ve made you this. They showed him the basket of horror movies, his favorite snacks, and cute little items that reminded MC of him. There was a shark key chain. A small plushie of his favor horror movie character, and a note for him.

“Don’t read the note yet. I rather you read it when I leave. I’m truly sorry Ren, I hope you can forgive me.”

Ren’s heart beats faster and louder. His ears red as his cheeks. He was speechless, how on earth is he able to talk now? He can’t even look them in the eyes. His fists balled up from his anxiety. He takes in a deep breath. Looks them in the eyes and spoke.

“You didn’t need to all this, but thanks.” At the end of his sentence. He looked away extremely bashful. With his hand rubbing the back of his head. MC knew that all was forgiving. Ren have asked them if they wanted to stay and watched the movies with him and share the snacks. Both of them hearts swells with a certain feeling. Who knows where things will lead in the future.

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juuuulez · 1 year ago

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Hello :) Carl x F!Greene!Reader, Reader and Carl had been pining for each other since they met at the farm but they haven't had a chance to talk about it TO CONFESS so basically more than friends but no label. Back in s5e15 Carl chases Enid when he spots her climbing over the wall. And in the tree scene where they almost kissed, Reader somehow spots them(was on a walk to relieve stress) I am such a sucker for ANGST. You have full reign of how the story will go! Ty v much :))

Little Pleasures.

info: S5Carl x Greene! Reader, technically no pronouns used but u can fill that in mentally, kids being stupid.

summary: You catch Carl and Enid sharing an intimate moment, and can no longer repress your feelings for the Grimes’ boy. Luckily, he intends on making it right.

this was soooo cute to write!!! plss send more request i loved doing this!

You’ve learnt to enjoy the little things in life.

Seeing your sister, Maggie, happy with Glenn filled you with joy. Carol would sometimes bring over cookies, and promised to teach you the recipe. Once Daryl found an old music box while on a supply run, and brought it back for you.

But your favourite little pleasure? Well, that was easily Carl Grimes.

Whenever you were sad, he’d notice, and let you read his comics. He was perceptive like that, and could sense your emotions from a mile away. Maybe he, too, felt this deep sense of sadness, an ache that never went away.

After the death of your father and sister, that ache became all consuming. Some days you couldn’t bare to get up, and yet those where the days Carl turned up, standing on your porch. Throwing stones at your window.

Once again, it was these little things that made life worthwhile. You liked to think that Carl enjoyed your company as much you did his.

Sure, back at the prison Beth had egged you to make a move on him, as it was no denying how the sheriff’s boy made your heart sore. Back then, it was a silly little crush, one you’d indulge in just to pass the time. But now it was impractical. Seeing everybody you loved perish numbed you, and growing attached to Carl would only result in further turmoil.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

So why did seeing Carl with Enid hurt so much?

Whenever you were particularly sad, a walk seemed to help. Except for now, crouched behind a bush watching Carl and Enid hiding in a tree, their faces inches away. It made you feel sick.

Why was he with her? Did she have something you didn’t? Was she prettier? Could understand his comics better?

Your mind ran rampage, the embarrassing feeling of hot tears spilling into your cheeks. This was pathetic. You’d sworn that Carl meant nothing to you, and yet you couldn’t handle seeing him with someone else.

In a hurry, you took off, scurrying back to Alexandria. No more walks. No more going outside. No more little pleasures.

That was until late at night, when the familiar tapping on your window returned.

Ping.

“Stop it!” You shout, moving to pry your window open just before Carl can throw another stone. It makes your insides feel warm and fuzzy, the sight of him standing there, hair messy under his hat. You’d missed him.

“Will you come down?” He asks in a plea, speaking in this whisper-shout in an attempt not to wake the whole neighbourhood. “I haven’t seen you all day. Thought maybe you weren’t feeling well.”

Your jaw clenches, wanting nothing more than to banish him from your sight. “Maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.”

It was harsh, childish venom dripping from your tone as you slam the window shut, the harsh action vibrating against the wall. Sniffling, wiping messily at your eyes, you sat back down on your bed.

Ping.

You groan into your pillow, rolling onto your stomach and kicking your legs against the bedding. Why won’t he give up?

At your lack of response, there’s silence. It sounds like Carl’s gone home. Good. Now you can avoid him all day, all night, and never have to see him that close to Enid again. She can have him.

Only a few minutes later there’s a knocking at your door. You tilt your head out of the pillow, looking across the room. However, before you can give permission, the door is opening, revealing Carl once more.

“I said I didn’t want to talk to you!” You scold him, and in a fit of aggression, throw your pillow over at the boy.

He catches it seamlessly, throwing it into the bed as he approaches you. “Why the hell not? I got a new edition of Hawkeye. Thought you’d want to read it.”

“Why don’t you read it with Enid?” You mumble, turning away from him to face the opposite wall. This all seems so childish and stupid, the exact thing you wanted to avoid by distancing yourself from Carl.

There’s a beat of silence.

The bed dips slightly, a warm presence filling the space next to you. It takes everything within your power not to look at him.

“Enid doesn’t like comics,” Carl tells you, his voice quiet and sincere, like he can sense how upset you are no matter how irrational. “I wanted to see you today. But you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

You roll your eyes, and with one motion, fall back onto your bed with a huff. “I thought I didn’t want to be near you. Incase… I started enjoying it too much.”

You’re met with silence again, like an indication to continue. At least, that’s how you take it.

“Something bad’s gonna happen, Carl. It always does. And I don’t want… to be too sad, when you get hurt. Or when I get hurt.”

There’s a gentle thud as Carl falls back onto the bed, laying next to you over the covers. You don’t look at him, but he’s looking at you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks, “It’s okay to be scared… but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do things that make you happy.”

You don’t respond, too embarrassed to admit the feelings that have been eating you up inside. The words you can’t seem to push past your lips, no matter how hard you try.

Luckily, Carl does it for you.

“Do I make you happy?”

It’s an innocent question, yet makes your face flush red, ashamed that he’s been able to pick you apart so easily. If your reaction wasn’t obvious enough, you meekly nod in confirmation.

If you were facing Carl, you’d see the smile that spread across his face.

“You make me happy, too. More than you could understand.” He tells you, an admission that warms your heart.

Finally, you look over at him, and find that Carl is closer than you anticipated. He’s taken his hat off, resting further on the bed, brown hair messily splashed out on the sheets.

A smile of your own makes its way onto your face, feeling understood in a way that’s become so foreign. This couldn’t get any better.

Until it did.

“Can I… kiss you?” Carl asks, an innocent request that reignites that fire within you, the one you’ve been ignoring for so long.

When you speak, it comes out in a nervous whisper, “Please.”

For the first time in months, you’ve found something that truely makes you happy. A little pleasure above all.

The way Carl gently places his lips on yours, hands cupping your face like it were made from porcelain, that you may shatter under his fingers. He’s nervous, but that’s okay. You’re nervous, too.

You could definitely get used to this.

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