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rebelfell · 3 months ago

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for your viewing pleasure┃vol. 1

pornstar!eddie x director!reader

all my pornstar!eddie blurbs together at last b/c I hated how I published them originally. the og posts are still here, but they have been edited/expanded somewhat for this collection.

and I’ve included a “finale” of sorts that is new!

index for this story is here.

cw: pornstar!au, so…porn. but it’s also a kind of fantasy porn company/industry, so not really at all based in reality or fact. sex work, oral sex (f & m rec), public-ish sex, piv sex.

18+, MDNI┃8.7k

special thanks to @urhoneycombwitch for helping come up with like 90% of this via mutual flailing in my inbox 🥰 ilyaaf

After dark thoughts about pornstar!eddie…who gets fired from his first job.

Because he’s great at sex, but bad at porn.

So, so, so bad. Like, he’s incredible at eating pussy, but incredible because he does it with his whole face completely buried in his co-star. We’re talking fully and wholly submerged in her folds, as though she’s his breathing apparatus.

And that’s great for her, but terrible for camera.

They keep stopping him, telling him he has to pull it back, that they have to see her pussy and they can’t with his big head and bigger hair blocking their view. But much like a dog that’s been told to leave a treat where it is, he keeps edging closer and moving back in little by little until he’s right back where he wants to be—and they’re yelling “CUT” and scolding him all over again.

And the girl is getting frustrated because, like, she’s about to actually come and she looks at the director with this look of pure desperation and ‘just do me this solid—please?’ in her eyes.

So he finally lets Eddie get her off and just films super tight on her face and her trembling legs so it’s really obvious how real it really is.

And so they can move the fuck on already.

Then they’re filming the fucking, and once again Eddie is fucking like he would fuck in real life and the way he fucks in real life is Not. Good. Porn.

He’s not just slamming into her without any care; he’s not using her to get off; he’s trying to make it good for her. And it is very, very good for her.

Like so good, she’s this close to giving him her number once they wrap for the day.

Her boyfriend of six years be damned.

And once they wrap, Eddie’s not exactly “fired” but he’s pretty sure he’s not getting called back.

Except then the movie comes out and BLOWS UP. People are obsessed. Women are buying it in droves (who knew women even watched porn??) and the VHS is back-ordered to shit.

So the production company is like, “We gotta lock this kid into a contract. Now.”

And just so we’re clear, he gets that contract.

But he (rightfully) feels like he has a bit of juice behind him and refuses to work with that director ever again. And they agree to his terms, but that first guy is hardly an anomaly and Eddie is still butting heads with these other ass hats who keep trying to force him to do it their way.

“My buddy, my guy, my man, you’re fucking her like she’s a person and that’s not gonna sell. It may have worked for you before, but no way does lightning strike the same dick twice.”

So Eddie walks. And he’s ready to call it quits entirely…until you approach him.

Because you are former talent, trying to branch out and direct, but no one will take you seriously. So you went to the heads of production and told them even if all they gave you was a shoestring budget and one Eddie Munson, you can spin some gold. Spoiler alert—you do.

You come to Eddie with your vision of porn for women: story-based, more realistic dialogue, and real orgasms. Some of the same tropes, but done in a way that doesn’t feel so tired and gross and vapid and soulless. Something new.

Something different. Something special.

And, oh. He is so on board with that.

Meanwhile, back in Hawkins, the rumor mill is milling. Because how in the hell did Eddie “The Freak” Munson become a sex symbol overnight? It has to be a deal with the devil—that’s the only possible explanation, right? He clearly sold his soul for a magic cock and a porn career.

And Steve Harrington is LIVID.

He would have bet his entire college tuition Eddie was a virgin, but now every babe who comes into Family Video is renting that damn tape.

They’re literally pouring in looking for it, marching straight to the back, going behind that red curtain where normally only the creepers go. And they don’t so much as blush when Steve scans it.

Robin teases him about it mercilessly. Tells him maybe if he watches it, he’ll pick up some new moves. And, like, Steve has watched plenty of porn. He can’t imagine Eddie is doing anything that earth-shattering. There’s only so much to it, you know? People must just be caught up in the novelty of it being someone that they kind-of sort-of know. It will wear off, it has to.

Then he watches it.

And, oh…Steve has been doing sex all wrong.

For one, he wasn’t going down on girls. He just wasn’t. He’s not like…against it, or anything. But he sort of didn’t realize that was a thing? He lost his virginity in high-school for fuck’s sake—what did he know besides porn and magazines? And that was all the same, so wasn’t that what girls wanted? (Oh, you sweet summer dingus, Robin would shake her head and lament later.)

Secondly…the girls he was with never sounded like that. And he never realized just how fake all those other “orgasms” in porn sounded until he heard the real deal. Now he can’t un-hear it.

From that day forward, for almost two months, they are short one copy of Eddie’s tape because Steve snuck it home in his bag one night after closing. For research purposes only.

No, seriously.

Eddie is a fucking star. Literally.

The second you and he get together, (in a, ahem, professional sense) something shifts. It feels like a long-laid plan plotted from a distant corner of the vast universe has finally come to fruition.

Your first tape is a smash. The camera you get is barely a step up from a hand-held camcorder, but it doesn’t matter in the slightest. Even with a bare bones crew (you wind up doing a lot of the sound, the lighting, the editing yourself) and everyone doubting you from the jump, it’s a hit.

The concept isn’t anything crazy—Eddie shows up to deliver a pizza, and instead the girl accepts his delivery. But you add a twist: the pizza is for a poker game her boyfriend is hosting. He canceled date night for it and she’s been sitting out here all alone while they play in the other room.

Not on Eddie’s watch.

He goes to town on her, bringing her to the brink three or four times while her boyfriend’s pizzas go cold on the countertop. You push the camera in close on both of them, really trying to give the sense of Eddie as a person. So he’s not just another disembodied guy with a nice dick.

Although his is very, very nice.

His personality shines through when he does things like hike her leg up to fuck into her pussy deeper, chasing her pleasure like her high is his own; and when he grins down at her all devilishly as she tries to stifle her sounds so her “boyfriend” won’t hear; or when Eddie mocks her, making her own little whines and huffs and squeals right back at her in a way that is so infuriatingly hot.

He talks her through it, locking those big brown eyes of his on her, clutching the back of her neck while she tries to block her moans, until at last she can’t hold it back any longer and explodes.

And you have the sound guy stand off to the side and call out, “Everything okay in there, babe?” after she’s done. Nothing but a shuddering, trembling mess on a black leather sofa.

Cut. Print. That’s a wrap, folks.

Eddie is a dream to work with. He’s collaborative and creative; he communicates effectively and often. You guys are like two halves of the same brain, often anticipating what the other wants before they even know it themselves.

It’s alarming, almost. To be seen so clearly.

Even short on crew, equipment, time, money—you can’t seem to fail when you’re together.

The one thing you’re never short on is actresses. Ever since Eddie’s first tape came out, word of mouth (pun intended) has spread. Rapidly. And since you know most of them, you know who to hire. You know which ones are the flakes, which ones are divas, which ones will vibe best with the kind of set experience you’re trying to create. So Eddie trusts your judgment, completely.

He just waits for you to tell him who he’s fucking and then he does it. And he does it so well.

The fucker has chemistry with everyone—down to the guy who brings the sandwiches when you break for lunch. He’s so charming and funny and considerate practically to a fault. He’s fully dialed in from the moment he steps on set to when you wrap for the day. And afterwards, he’s checking in with you, making sure you got exactly what you wanted, asking if you want anything else, if you need him to stay because he’ll be happy to.

It’s…completely and utterly disarming.

He has every right to be a full blown asshole. This entire venture hinges on him and his magic dick, so his head should be as big as a hot air balloon. But he doesn’t ever stray from that unflagging decency that’s so rare in this industry.

And you pray he never will.

It’s Eddie who pitches your next film.

He’s got this notion of a good girl—a cheerleader—who’s having a hard time and goes looking for weed from the mean and scary tattooed dealer.

(One guess who’s playing him.)

Except he’s not so mean and scary. He’s actually kind of a goof, mock-stabbing himself in the heart and flailing around like a clown, throwing himself off the picnic bench you and he dragged out to this clearing at the ass crack of dawn.

All part of the vision, he assured you.

They look great on camera. His dark, wild hair and clothes and everything in direct contrast to her sweet, round face and bright pastel hues and soft waves. Chemistry’s off the charts, as usual. She starts out really nervous and fidgety, but he makes her comfortable and flirts, offers the bud at a discount. And then her brow cocks daringly and she asks if he has anything…stronger.

Cut to her being eaten out like a banquet spread out on this table in the middle of the forest.

It’s oddly lush and romantic with the rich color of the leaves and the dappled sunlight that filters in through the branches—a foil to the lewdness of their acts and their wanton sounds.

And when they’re dressed down to nothing, bare skin on bare skin on gray weathered wood, they look almost like forest nymphs or elves caught up in the throes of passion, secluded in the trees.

Especially with the leaves still clinging to Eddie’s hair from when he fell off the table.

Not for the first time, you feel a certain twinge of something that squirms low in the pit of your stomach while you watch them.

Except you’re not watching them…because you can’t take your eyes off of him.

After you wrap, he hangs back. Asks what you thought of the shoot while he helps break down the equipment. Blushes when you tell him you loved it and how good he looked. Explains how it was inspired by these daydreams he used to have about this one girl he knew in high-school.

And you almost, almost, ask him about her—but you’re cut off by a PA who runs up in a panic.

The studio is calling, and they’re pissed.

They’ve just gotten a look at the contract you had drawn up. Rights to a boutique company under their banner, unlimited use of their distribution channels. Full creative control and intellectual property rights to anything and everything.

Plus exclusive use of Eddie.

(Effectively nullifying that horseshit deal they originally gave him for a much, much better one.)

You know they’re gonna fight you on a lot of it—you swung big so you’d have plenty of room to negotiate—but it will all be worth it when they fold. Because you and Eddie have big plans.

You both know you’re onto something special and you’re in it together, to the end of the line.

Apparently, Eddie is also interested in editing.

He shows up to the production offices on a day he’s supposed to be off, but knows you have the editing bay reserved. Brings you coffee and an egg sandwich like a literal angel on earth.

An angel dressed like the devil, maybe. Because he’s got on this tank top with arm holes that’ve been stretched way, way beyond their natural elasticity, drooping down around his ribs and flashing glimpses of his tattoos and the tops of his obliques. And you aren’t entirely sure why you’re getting all hot and bothered over a tank top when there’s not a single intimate inch of his body you haven’t already seen up close and personal through your viewfinder.

In fact, it’s the same body you’re watching fuck the shit out of that girl on the picnic table from a few days ago. And he’s wearing a whole lot less than a tank top.

You share a brief chuckle over it—the fact that his bare ass is flickering on three screens while you scroll through footage. And it’s not so much that it’s awkward, more like you’re mutually tickled by the fact that it’s not? There’s not an ounce of self-consciousness left between you two.

In a way, it’s like there never was.

He asks if you want any help, or if you mind him sitting in. He’s interested in the process, thinks it might help him on set too. There’s such a rich vein of enthusiasm and curiosity in him, a real thirst to be better and to learn. It’s ridiculous it took him three tries to graduate.

You think it’s a great idea…at first.

But then you’re watching him on the screen with him sitting right next to you. His earthy, woodsy scent layered with the smell of his soap in your nose; his recorded grunts and groans of pleasure in your ears coming through your headphones that are starting to slicken with the sweat.

It’s all wildly distracting. And you must be some kind of masochist, because (not for the first time) you can’t help but wonder how he makes all these women come the way they do.

“So, uh, what…what exactly are you doing here?”

You clear your throat, trying to cover the tremor in your voice as you ask. Eddie scoots in closer, his eyes darting between yours and the screen as he describes the way he’s using his tongue, swirling it around the edges of her entrance, plunging it deep inside her while his nose pushes firmly on her clit. Pretending not to notice your chest heaving with his every word.

“How do you even breathe?” you chuckle.

“I find my moments,” he says.

Smirks back. Winks.

And uh-oh. When did his hand touch your knee? When did he start to rub his thumb over your bare skin through the hole in your jeans? When did his long, ringed fingers start to curl under your thigh to squeeze it? When did he start to lean further into your space? When did you get so wet?

He’s close now. It wouldn’t take anything for you to bridge the gap and let your lips meet his. You can’t, though. You don’t. Because it would be so…stupid. It would be wrong and bad, and it could jeopardize both of your careers. Everything you’re working towards, totally gone.

You’re starting the porn for women movement, here. You can’t fuck your first star!

And you don’t. You keep it professional. You tell him you’re going to call it a day and head home so he’ll do the same. But later that night, when he calls with some new ideas for a script, asking if he can run a few lines by you (just to know how it sounds out loud, you know?), and you wind up having the most insane, mind-blowing phone sex of your entire life…Well, that’s different.

That’s totally and completely different.

The next time you see him, it’s business as usual.

You knew it would be. You two are nothing if not consummate professionals, fully committed to this endeavor. Neither of you would dare let your goals be derailed by a silly little crush.

And it is just a crush. It has to be.

Just the natural result of working so closely with him; of seeing him so completely in his element; appreciating his work ethic and his creativity.

Not to mention the fact that you are consistently watching him have the hottest sex you’ve ever seen in your life. But that’s unrelated.

The next shoot is your biggest yet. It’s at this massive mansion that you’re dressing to look like a spa with two massage tables set up by the pool that looks like something straight out of a resort. Eddie is playing a masseur who offers a lonely, neglected housewife consolation in the form of his cock after her husband chooses work over their couples massage.

After the success of the pizza delivery tape, you think it’s best you lean hard into the “Eddie fucks it better” sort of storylines.

Because why not play to your strengths?

Except that the call time of your female lead has come and gone and she’s nowhere to be found. You know Trina, this isn’t like her, she’s never late. But you called and got no answer. Twice.

The light is perfect, everyone’s in place…but there’s no one for Eddie to fuck.

Even if you could get a replacement, it would take at least an hour for anyone to get out here and that was being generous. By then, the shoot would be way behind and you’ve literally only got today in this stupid model home before some fucking billionaire moves in tomorrow.

It’s gonna be a massive loss of time and money if you don’t think of something. Like, right now.

Eddie can see you’re stressed. He comes over and you huddle by your storyboards. And neither of you has to say it, but you both are thinking the exact same thing. As per usual.

You could do it.

You’re here, for one. And you’ve done this plenty of times. It just makes good business sense.

It’s been a while, and you’re not quite “camera-ready” after not having to be for the past couple of months, but you and Eddie have been talking about using more normal-looking bodies; bodies that jiggled and had hair where it grew naturally and are authentically real, regular bodies.

The camera guys know what sort of shots you want and you’ve got a bigger crew now—people who know your vision and can help bring it forth.

Plus, you’ll be with Eddie. You know he’ll take care of you. He’ll be sure that you get exactly what you need, no matter what. You’d bet your life on it.And, well…you and he did just rehearse your lines the other night.

The shoot is…interesting.

From the outside, it goes great. Perfect, even. Eddie looks all kinds of cute in his white polo and white pants. He’s got his long hair twisted up off his neck, a few loose tendrils framing his face.

And you somehow forgot until he puts his hands on you the first time that the whole concept for this shoot was born out of the fact that he actually went to massage school for real.

Before you even get to the sex stuff, you’re putty in his hands. He moves them up and down your calves, slides his thumbs over your muscles in a dizzying pattern en route to your thighs.

You’re not even faking the deep moans of relief you let out as he moves up higher and higher… arousal promptly pooling between your legs.

He starts going through his lines, striking that perfect balance between his casual, trying-to-be professional voice, while slowly getting more and more desperate and possessive.

As if he’s constantly fighting the urge to take you right then. Right now.

Telling you how awful it is your husband chose work over you like this; how you should always be his number one priority; how Eddie would never let you out of his sight if you were his…

His hands reach your ass and he grips one round globe in each, spreading you apart so he (and the camera) can see how you glisten, the sunlight reflecting like it does off the water in the pool.

You wait for his next line—when he offers you a very ‘special’ massage with a ‘special’ technique he ��doesn’t use on just anyone.’

But Eddie goes off script.

He licks a fat, wide stripe directly through your folds and your head pops out of the little headrest at the end of the table, the pure shock and delight on your face captured instantly by the camera.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he pleads, his tongue still swirling in between the words muffled by your ass cheeks, like he can’t stand to take it away, even to speak. “I had to taste you…”

“It’s okay,” you moan, voice nearly cracking in a dry sob, “It’s okay, just please don’t stop—”

And he doesn’t. He keeps going until you come, until you’re reaching back behind you to grip his hair as you push your hips back to meet every thrust of his perfect tongue. From there, it’s back to regularly scheduled fucking. He stays on script, peppering in the sort of ad-libs he knows from experience get a good reaction every time—

That’s it sweetheart, you’re doing so well for me.

Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing.

This pussy is all mine now, you understand?

And, yeah, that stuff gets you off, no problem. But it’s the other stuff he does—the quieter, subtle things you aren’t expecting—that really push you over the edge again and again. And again.

It’s the things he whispers (actually whispers, not stage whispers) low in your ear so you’re the only one who can hear. You feel way too good/I gotta slow down or I’m gonna come/I know you faked that last one, gimme a real one now—

It’s…it’s almost too much. You knew he’d be good, you just didn’t expect how good.

And you definitely didn’t expect to feel the way you do when he checks in between takes: asking if you want more or less of anything, making sure he’s not being too rough, telling you how great you’re doing, apologizing again for that initial snafu. It makes you all…fluttery.

But it’s not until after you wrap for the day, after you’ve gotten in the shower at home and start to wash off the massage oil spread all over your skin, that you realize Eddie never kissed you.

Not once.

When Eddie calls later that week, it’s to ask you out. Not on a date, though.

Which is good. Really, it is. A relief, even. Because contrary to the way your heart leapt into your throat when he asked if you were busy this weekend, you absolutely cannot date him.

It doesn’t matter that you’re attracted to him. Or that you came out of your eyeballs multiple times with him the other day. Or that you haven’t been able to think about anything besides him since.

You. Can’t. Date.

You’re pretty much his boss, don’t forget. Maybe not technically, maybe not on paper—but if you start something up with him, it will be messy and complicated and it could put everything you and he have worked for in jeopardy. More than that, you don’t want anyone thinking he got where he is by any other means besides his hard work (pun intended). He’s earned everything he’s gotten.

And now that includes an award.

That’s what he’s calling about. He’s been nominated for what is essentially the porn equivalent of an Oscar for that first tape he made. And now he has to go to this ceremony, except he’s sort of freaking out because he’s never done anything like this before and he’s really nervous and he kind of needs you there because ‘you’re the only one I’m always comfortable with.’

So he asks if you’ll go with him. As friends.

And you say you will. And it’s fine. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this—FUCK.

Why does he have to be so hot? Showing up in a black Prada suit with a sheer shirt underneath? Almost as bad as wearing nothing under it at all. Worse, maybe.

It’s unbuttoned nearly to the middle of his torso, layered chains dangling low, hanging around that tree trunk of a neck you can’t stop wishing you could sink your teeth into, wrap a hand around—

Nope. Nope. You’re not going there. The only place you’re going tonight is these awards.

Except when you get there, the organizers don’t want you photographed with Eddie. At least not arriving together. People still aren’t familiar with you as a director, and you haven’t starred in a project in months. That’s practically a century in porn time.

Plus, the tape Eddie is nominated for you didn’t even work on. It wouldn’t make any sense.

Eddie is immediately poised to protest, but neither of you is given much of an opportunity. While you’re shuffled into the long line of people already being photographed in front of the venue, he’s being whisked away so he can walk with the girl he starred in that very first film with.

You know her, sort of. You did a group scene once upon a time. She’s a biter.

They even sneak him into her limo so it looks like they came together. He gets out first and then holds out a hand to help her, a storm of flash bulbs going off, making her jumpsuit sparkle.

And you tell yourself not to watch. You try to smile pretty for your own pictures and look like you are having a good time. Or at least not look like you’re chewing on glass. But it’s…difficult.

Especially when you look up at the worst possible time—the exact moment she places a dainty hand on his chest and he turns his face toward hers, their lips meeting for a long kiss.

Long enough for every camera there to capture it.And the very last shot they get of you that night is one of your back as you head inside to get a drink. Or ten. Trying not to think about this sour, putrid, inconvenient feeling in your chest.

Eddie should have walked with you.

He should have done a lot of things, actually.

He should have told those uppity event coordinators to fuck off. He should have ignored that girl from his first film when she whispered under her breath for him to look at her. He should have dodged that sticky, tacky kiss she planted on his lips without any kind of warning.

He should have asked you out for real instead of hiding behind this ‘as friends’ bullshit.

Maybe if he had, he’d be tasting your lipgloss instead of the glittery mess he was wiping off his chin. Maybe it would be your hand in his as you walked the carpet. And maybe it would be him getting you a drink and clinking his glass with yours instead of the guy you’re with right now.

Eddie knows him. Well, he doesn’t know him, he recognizes him from a tape with some absurd name like Sex Kittens 4 that featured a surprising amount of doggy style, considering the title.

Plus you in a never-ending stream of animal-print bikinis.

(He definitely did NOT go looking for every movie you’d ever made. No, that would be ridiculous. He just sort of…happened across one. Or five.)

And it’s not that he’s jealous—because there’s nothing to be jealous of. You met him doing a job. A job very much like the one you did with Eddie. You’re just catching up with an old coworker.

It’s fine. Totally fine. Did he mention it’s fine?

But then Tom Wanks put his hand on your hip, and before Eddie can take even a second to think, or to rationalize his actions, he’s striding up to you and taking your hand to drag you away.

The beaded fringe on your dress swishes noisily as he brings you with him behind a curtain that was set up as a backdrop for more photos. In the shadows behind it, your eyes glint a little meanly and your voice is barbed when you ask what the hell is the matter with him.

And he’s really not sure.

Because much like you, he’s not used to this; he’s not used to not saying exactly what is on his mind at any given time; he’s not used to holding anything back—not when it comes to you.

“I should have stayed with you,” he blurted out at last. “That was messed up, I—”

Your face falls and you dodge his gaze. “It’s fine, Eddie. Don’t worry about it.”

“But I am worried about it,” he shot back. “I could have said something, I could have told them—”

“What for?” you mutter, arms crossing in front of your chest. You look at the floor, hurt. Not just hurt, disappointed. “I mean, what…what would be the point? It’s not like we’re…or that you’re…”

He watches the words stall behind your lips, all of them trying to fight their way out like people on a crowded bus. But in their efforts, they only wind up clogging the exit so nothing gets through.

“God, listen to me!” you laugh bitterly. “I sound like some crazy, jealous…something, and I don’t know why I’m getting this upset when you don’t even like me—”

“Wait, what? Who the fuck said that?”

He can tell you’re shocked by the panic that rises in his voice, staring back at him wide-eyed.

“Wh-when we were filming, you never kissed me. So I thought…”

You fell silent as Eddie’s hands covered the sides of your face. Softly cradling your jaw, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, he stares straight into your eyes and determinedly holds your gaze.

Your breath stuttered, so lost in those deep brown pools you could hardly recall your own name. And even if you could speak, you weren’t entirely sure what you wanted to say.

Luckily, Eddie gave you something better to do with your mouth.

His lips meet yours in a gentle brush. His hold on your face never tightens, but you can feel the way his fingers flex like he’s resisting the urge to grip you harder. There’s a tenacity in his kiss, as if he’s trying to savor the taste of you, but struggling not to devour you whole.

You break apart too soon for his liking. He easily would have stayed there forever. And he braces himself for whatever might be coming—a slap across his face, a knee straight to his balls.

He might deserve both, but receives neither.

You don’t pull back so much as an inch, happy to let him keep your face close to his. He inhales shakily, still breathing you in, “I didn’t want the first time I did that to be on camera.”

You chuckle at him, dazed and grinning, trying to decide if this is a dream or not. If it is, you don’t ever want to wake up. You want to live in it. Your own hands creep up his stomach, tugging on his silky shirt, feeling the way he shivers in it when he feels the caress of your fingertips.

“What about the second?” you whisper.

And then he’s kissing you again.

Deeper. Hungrier. Messier.

He’s not kissing you like it’s his job; like he’s just doing what was written for him in a script—he’s doing it like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted, desired, chosen to do. Like it’s all he needs.

Your bare back meets the cool wall as he pushes you up against it, sliding his hand inside the slit of your dress, hooking it under your knee to hitch your leg over his hip. He presses every single inch of himself against your seam, harder than he’s ever been in his whole fucking life.

The closest second being when you and he filmed just a few days ago.

You claw at him, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders, pulling open more buttons on his shirt until the gossamer fabric tears and unravels.

“More,” he begs, kisses trailing down your neck. “Fucking please, sweetheart, I need more—”

Your hand takes on a life of its own, sliding down to cup his length through the luxurious suiting. It causes him to release a deep, desperate moan you can feel his lips spreading apart to let out. The sound of it ripples through your body like an electric shock in every extremity.

The dull roar of the crowd right on the other side of that curtain is only barely enough to cover the sound of you and Eddie’s passions. His touch is so enthralling, so engrossing, you are this close to letting him fuck you right there.

Room full of people be damned.

Eddie seems to have the same idea, his mouth blazing a trail down the middle of your chest and stomach as he drops to one knee, his other foot planted to support himself as he drapes your leg over his shoulder. A rush of excitement floods your body as you realize his intentions, fingers sliding into his unruly curls to grip them at the crown of his head.

But the very second his fingers pull your panties to the side and his tongue finds its home in your folds, a commotion breaks through your bliss.

There’s a loud crash as a cater waiter stumbles into the curtain obscuring your entangled bodies and drags it down with them as they fall.

Light floods the darkened space and a sound of collective amusement ripples through the crowd. No one is exactly surprised to see people hooking up—but it’s usually not until the afterparty.

Cocktail hour isn’t even over, for crying out loud.

Then they realize who it is.

The shutters of opportunistic photographers snap as you give Eddie’s hair a sharp tug. But he just moans loudly—too absorbed in what he’s doing to even realize what’s happened.

Finally, you pull him off your clit and he looks over his shoulder at the rest of the room.

Another round of snaps and flashes go off and his eyes return to yours, brightening when he sees the way you’re covering your mouth, fighting back laughter. His own lips, still shiny with your arousal, spread into a wide grin. His gaze lands on an emergency exit and he jumps to his feet, taking your hand in his and pulling you towards it tucked securely under his arm.

Flipping off the room behind him as you leave.

Together.

The trip back to your apartment is the longest cab ride of your life.

Whereas on the way to the convention center, you’d ridden mashed against your door trying to leave a respectable distance across the middle seat, Eddie practically has you in his lap on the way back. It’s like he thinks he’ll die if he stops touching you for even a second—lips on your neck, his hands roaming hungrily, whispering filth in your ear under the cover of the radio.

You do your best to catch the driver’s eye in the rearview, trying to shoot him an apologetic look or at least mouth a wholly insincere ‘sorry’ for the display. But he seems unphased.

Still, you stuff a wad of extra bills in his hand as you scramble out of his car. Unceremoniously crashing through the front door, you’re lucky not to break it down in your haste to get Eddie inside.

Of your apartment, that is.

Lips locked for every step across your cramped studio, you tumble to the bed and let out a soft grunt when a plastic hanger digs into your back. Hearing you yelp, Eddie pulls back and can see you’re lying on top of the ten or so discarded outfits you went through trying to decide on what to wear tonight. Sequins rustle under your bodies as the bed shakes with your gentle laughter, and Eddie drops a kiss to the tip of your nose before he climbs off you. Reluctantly.

He watches while you gather the dresses strewn across the bed, smiling when you try and stuff them back in your closet, fumbling with only the amber street light filtering through your blinds to see by. When you finally turn back to face him, he’s still smiling. Head tilted at you, eyes slowly raking over your form, heart rate picking up in his chest when yours do the same to him.

The pause is nice. It gives you both a minute to catch your breaths, for your brains to catch up with your bodies. Your steps turn careful and slow as you move towards him. With trembling fingers, he pulls open the last remaining buttons of his sheer shirt and lets it fall to his feet.

Remembering only just now that his jacket is still on the floor of that hotel ballroom.

You come to a stop in front of him and he closes the distance left. He reaches around you and pulls down the zipper of your dress, fingertips dragging lightly along your spine as he reveals it.

It’s the closest you’ve ever come to feeling like a gift someone is unwrapping.

With your dress pooled around your ankles, Eddie’s hands are free to wander. He runs them up and down your arms, sweeping them along the inside of your wrists to twine your fingers with his. He brings them to his lips to kiss and the sight of plush pink brushing your knuckles is bordering on being too much to handle—more erotic than anything you’ve ever filmed.

He’s going slow because it’s slowly dawning on him what you’re about to do.

And how this time it’s not going to be for work or for a camera. It’s going to be real.

Except…is it going to be real?

Should he do something different than what he did when you filmed? How can he, when he used all his best moves during the shoot? Shit…

He doesn’t want you thinking he’s just doing with you the same thing he does with everyone else; that this—that you—aren’t special to him.

Then suddenly, he’s not going slow anymore.

He’s stopped completely.

“You okay?” you whisper.

“Y-yeah,” he chokes out, like the word is made of sawdust. “I just, ahhh…I don’t know, I think I’m psyching myself out? Thinking too hard.”

“Thinking about what?” you whisper, your teeth tugging back your bottom lip.

His head just shakes, eyes still scanning your face while his thumb lightly strokes your jaw, until he lets out a sigh that’s heavy with fondness and whispers, “How I don’t want to mess this up.”

He takes another deep breath, letting his forehead rest against your own as his chest shudders. Confounded as to how something he’s done in front of a whole-ass camera crew could make him feel so self-conscious when it’s just you here with him. A few seconds of silence pass until his lips part in a smirk and his gaze cuts to the side, right to where a camera would be.

“Is it just me…or does it feel like something is missing?”

It takes a few minutes of digging to find your old camcorder buried in the depths of your closet.

Eddie chuckles when you emerge, brandishing it with a flourish and a little ta-da! before you set it on top of your dresser pointed at the bed, angling it slightly to properly frame the shot.

The red light blinks as you hit ‘record,’ barely taking a second to check if there’s a tape inside. You let it run, capturing your figures half in shadows as he sits on the bed and pulls you into his lap. He helps you settle on his thighs, runs his hands up the backs of yours, slips his long fingers under the elastic band of your panties to rest on your hip. He pulls them back and snaps them softly on your skin, earning a hum of approval from behind your pressed lips.

You wriggle on top of him and delight in how it makes his chest reverberate with a low groan.

“That better?” you whisper, the answer to your question immediately stiffening underneath you. He nods fervently, his voice tight and strained as he struggles to keep his cool.

“Wanna taste you,” he grunts out roughly.

He moves his hands to grip your waist so he can flip you underneath him, but your hands find his shoulders and stop him before he can.

Big, doleful eyes look up at yours, his face etched with concern as you shake your head. His bottom lip wobbles as he searches your face for why.

In a reassuring press, you mash your lips to his and lace your fingers behind his neck. You kiss all the air out of his lungs, until his fingertips are digging into your flesh hard enough to leave ten tiny bruises. You kiss him like you’re trying to take the weight of the world off his shoulders, like you’re going to accept his every burden as your own so he doesn’t have to carry them alone.

There’s a quiet pop as your mouths separate and you press your chest flush with his, wrapping your arms around his neck so your lips find his ear as your nose nudges through his curls.

“Tell me you want me,” you whisper. “Tell me how much you want this.”

“I don’t want it,” he groans back, “I need it. I’ve needed it since I fucking met you.”

The heat in his voice, the rumble of it in your ear, causes a wave of arousal to rush through your body. You unwind your arms from around his neck and slip slowly, painfully slowly, from his lap to stand between his legs. You place a finger under his chin and tip his face up for him to look at you, your thumb settling in the tiny dip at its center. Too small to see, it could only be felt.

“Everyone always uses you,” you tell him softly, almost mournfully.

His eyes stay wide and hopeful, never leaving yours as you sink down to your knees. His long, dark lashes flutter as your hands run up his muscled thighs, the edges of your thumbs grazing the outline of his cock. He hisses through his teeth and you grin devilishly at the sound.

“I want you to use me,” you instruct him. “Take whatever you need, as much as you want.”

And you can literally see how your words affect him, his eyes bugging wide as the wheels in his head are turning behind them. He reaches out to touch your face and you turn it to kiss his palm.

“Sweetheart, I—oh, fuck,” he gasps, cut off with your sudden squeeze of his clothed cock.

“I’ll stop you if I need a break,” you reply firmly.

The muscles in his neck pull taught as he nods. He leans back on one elbow, reluctant to let his other hand leave your face. You kiss his bare stomach along the top of his waistband and he curls his hand around the back of your head, gripping it tighter when you tug down his fly.

And you knew Eddie’s dick well by now. You knew it inside of you as well as out. But there was nothing that could have prepared you for the sight of it tonight. Thick, and veiny, and weeping with pre that dribbles down its sides. He’s almost ashamed of it, almost embarrassed by how hard he is for you; by how close he is to blowing his load when you’ve not even gotten started.

It was practically a miracle he didn’t soil the inside of his suit when you pulled his hair earlier.

His pupils are blown out when your eyes meet his, your lips hovering so close to his cock he can feel your breath on it. Saliva pools under your tongue so rapidly, you almost feel like you’re at risk of it spilling out of your mouth and running down your chin when you speak.

“Fuck my throat, Eddie. Please.”

And he does. He lets you set the pace at first, still holding fast on the back of your head he watches your lips surround his tip. His chest heaves with deep, gasping breaths as you take him fully into your mouth and start to bob on his perfect cock. It’s almost too much, too perfect, the feeling of your warm, wet mouth and your soft tongue and, fuck, your hand—

He pants wildly as you cradle his sack, your fingertips stroking them and spreading the spit from your mouth that’s dribbling down his shaft to his balls. They tense in your palm and his stomach tightens the faster your mouth moves, the more your throat relaxes to take him in deep.

The man who gives the best head imaginable finally having the favor returned.

“Jesus Christ…”

Eddie's words are whispered like a prayer and you look up to take in the sight of him.

Eyes pinched shut, his brows drawn like he’s in pain even though the sounds he’s releasing are nothing short of euphoric. You tease all the most sensitive nooks and crannies of his cock, all the places that make his eyes roll back and his head loll on his shoulders and his chest heave. Every ridge, every vein, every muscle that twitches under the attention of your tongue.

“Oh, pl…p-please,” he gasps, tightening his hold on your hair to still your movements as his hips start to move in an instinctive and primal thrust.

He hits the back of your throat and you swallow more of him down, taking him deeper, deeper until your nose brushes the wiry hair at his base.

You groan around his length, enthralled by the exquisite ache of him hitting your soft palate, and the sound is Eddie’s undoing. He lets out a long, low moan and spills hot and thick down your throat. His arm trembles as he fights his own iron grip on the back of your head, forbidding himself from pulling your hair. You can feel the tremors of his fingers against your scalp.

His abdomen spasms as you stroke him through the aftershocks, flirting with overstimulation. Fucked-out eyes, heavy-lidded and sleepy, but nothing short of reverent, find yours and they’re wet—shiny, shimmering with tears that crowd their rims and threaten to spill down his cheeks.

Quick as you can, you’re on your feet cradling his jaw to ask if he’s okay. And Eddie can’t answer, can only nod as he kisses, kisses, kisses your palm, the heel of your hand, your wrist, down the inside of your arm all the way to your elbow.

He can’t kiss you enough, it seems.

You giggle softly as you sit beside him and reach out to ruffle his bangs, tucking some of his hair behind his ear and letting your touch linger on his neck. With the pad of your thumb, you brush a tear that has leaked out of the corner of his eye. He looks back at you with a smile and swipes the pad of his thumb along the corner of your mouth to wipe away a drop of his spend.

And you know there’s still a lot left to figure out—damage control that will have to be done, difficult conversations that will have to be had. There will be whispers and rumors and sidelong glances.

Not to mention the firestorm those pictures of you two at the ceremony will undoubtedly stir up.

But none of that matters right now. Nothing does, beyond this bed and this night. Nothing else even exists outside the confines of this room.

All that matters is you and him.

You lay there for a while, just…being. Your fingers tracing his tattoos and the soft planes of his chest and stomach; his, the slope of your shoulders and the lines of your body he’s always wanted to know better. Quiet words pass back and forth, teasing jokes and soft confessions. Admissions of fears that held you both back and don’t seem so daunting anymore. Don’t seem so scary.

When he’s hard again, you pick up the camera and point it at him as you guide him to lay on his back. You push in close on his face when you sink down fully onto his length and start to ride him at an egregiously slow pace just so your shot holds steady. And because he looks so pretty taking it.

“Something wrong, Ed?” you goad him a smidge, toying with him in more ways than one when your pussy squeezes so tight around his cock it makes him lose his breath and pant out of control.

“F-fu…fuuuuuck meeee…” he whines and writhes, throwing his head back into the mattress.

“Oh,” you chuckle at him, speeding up just a hair, “I’m sorry, is that not what I was doing?”

His head jerks up, eyes ablaze as he stares you down through the camera lens. You peer at him over the top of the viewfinder and shiver despite the thin layer of sweat building on your skin.

Okay, yeah, that might have been a little too far. Or just far enough, you think, almost giddy.

“Nah,” he growls, the corner of his mouth curling up in a smirk. “Sorry is what you’re gonna be.”

A loud squeal bursts out of you as he rolls your bodies to the side and pins you underneath him, somehow managing to keep himself seated inside you the whole time. Breathless, you watch as he takes the camera from you and practically tosses it away so he can hold your arms over your head. For a while, all it captures is a blurry close-up of your duvet cover, the frame shaking in time with every deep, solid thrust of Eddie’s hips that rattles the entire bed and you in it when he gets going.

Your moans and his grunts mix in a symphony that will surely earn you some side-eyeing from your neighbors tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to give a single ounce of a shit.

The song that you make together swells to a crescendo as you topple over the precipice you’ve been dangling off the edge of practically from the moment you met him. Eddie fumbles like mad for the camera and picks it up, recording your blissful expression before he swoops in to press his lips back to yours. Kissing you like he’s trying to eat you, like he’s trying to fuse your faces.

You’re certainly not complaining.

And now that he’s the one with the camera, he’s eager to keep going. He pans it up and down your whole body, guiding you into every filthy position he’s been imagining all those long nights alone in his bed. Through his eyes behind the lens, there’s not a single angle on you that isn’t pristine.

He gets you up on all fours, films tight on your ass as he squeezes it and cracks his palm down on it when he lets go. The sting makes you keen, your back arching as your hips thrust back—seeking more, more. His hand then smooths over your buzzing flesh, soothes the ache he’s made.

And even as you’re making it, you can tell this is not just another sex tape.

It’s a love tape.

thank you for reading — love you, mean it! 🏝️

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lewisvinga · 2 years ago

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birkin mom ! | lando morris x fem! reader

summary: everyone wondered why y/n disappeared from the paddock and stopped posting until lando accidentally revealed something grand

fc; zara janice

warnings; none??

birkin mom pt 2

masterlist !

landonorris posted on their story!

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, and 1,002,928 others!

yourusername: surprise ? ( p.s. i was serious when i said i wanted to be a birkin mom ) ( p.p.s. i did yell at lando )

landonorris: i said i’m sorry!

yourusername: baby said u gotta work for it & buy mama a bag

landonorris: she can’t talk yet??

yourusername: ok.

landonorris: WAIT I’M SORRY!

username: y/n said really said “walk him like a dog”

liked by yourusername!

username: oomf was right omg

username: mother (actually)

username: bye not lando apologizing so fast after y/n said ok😭😭

oscarpiastri: congratulations! surprised lando didn’t reveal it sooner he almost exploded!

yourusername: because i made him promise to wait but he broke that promise :)

landonorris: i said i’m sorry💔

username: con😭grat😭ula😭tions😭

liked by yourusername, mclaren, and 1,403,937 others!

landonorris: the prettiest mom to be 🌷

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: oh lando norris, you know how to make a woman cry 🥹🥹

yourusername: curse you pregnancy hormones!!

yourusername: i forgive you💗💗

yourusername: even if i’m still kind of angry w u

landonorris: i love you too💓

username: HER MATERNITY PICS😍

username: she’s glowing, she’s gonna be such a pretty mom😩

username: imagine the y/n l/n as ur mother omg

mclaren: 🧡🧡

liked by landonorris !

carlossainz55: how is lando having a child when he is a child himself??

yourusername: i’m going to have 2 kids soon, can you believe that??

landonorris: i am a grown man? and responsible?? and a soon to be dad???

yourusername: babe, you wanted to name our baby papaya….

landonorris: it’s literally such a cute name idk what ur talking about

liked by oscarpiastri, carlossainz55, and 1,730,028 others!

yourusername & landonorris: welcome to this world, baby norris, mama & dada love you very much 💗

username: i am crying

username: y/n’s smile omg

username: they’re gonna be fantastic parents, i can just tell

danielricciardo: so when can i meet my goddaughter ?

oscarpiastri: who said you were going to be the godfather??

carlossainz55: who said either of you were going to be the godfather?? it’s going to be me

oscarpiastri: ha funny joke !

landonorris: battle to the death!

yourusername: see what i mean when i said i was going to have 2 kids…

username: new grid baby unlocked ✅

mclaren: newest and cutest addition to the papaya army, welcome baby norris!! 🧡🧡

liked by landonorris & yourusername !

username: y/n really manifested being a birkin mom 😭😭😭

username: so excited for mom y/n vlog content!

yourusername posted to their story !

#f1 scenario #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 imagine #formula one smau #formula one social media au #formula one x reader #formula one scenarios #formula 1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenarios #lando norris x reader

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void-my-warranty · 1 year ago

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Ghost Watches You With Johnny for the First Time (18+)

Service Dog Johnny Part 2 (full part list here)

Pairing: Simon Riley/Fem Reader/Johnny MacTavish Content Warnings: Voyeurism, fingering, squirting, hypersensitive reader, she/her reader Word Count: 2.8k

“Johnny’s coming over in a bit.”

Your breath catches, and the task of rubbing in your skincare goes forgotten as you swivel your head to find your boyfriend’s face. “To watch the movie? Or for… the other thing?”

Pathetic, that you’ve agreed to fuck Simon’s friend and you can’t even say the word ‘sex.’

“For the movie,” Simon says, which calms your racing heart slightly. “...and if you want the other thing to happen, that’s alright too.”

Shit, already? You swipe your eyes back to the mirror, at the streaks of moisturizer that still haven’t absorbed into your skin. When you agreed to try this arrangement a few days ago, you hadn’t considered that the chain of events could develop this quickly. You thought you’d have more time to get anxious about it first, a mission or two at least.

“You’ve got that face on,” Simon remarks, coming to stand behind you in the mirror and wrapping his thick arms around your midsection.

You stare at his reflection for just a second, at that cute, ruffled hair, and the soft tshirt that you were looking forward to snuggling up against. Your eyes drop critically down to your own body, your mismatched pjs. “I haven’t shaved.”

He leans down to kiss the side of your head. “Putting too much pressure on yourself. Ready?”

“Um…” You quickly rub your face and put on some lip balm. “Yeah—”

Your boyfriend scoops you up before you have the chance to say another word, carrying you to the living room despite your halfhearted protests.

“I’m not wearing a bra,” you realize suddenly, just when he’s wedged you into his ribs and commandeered the remote.

“This is your home, you don’t need one.”

You’ve just opened your mouth to argue when your worst fear occurs, like a nightmare rapidly unfolding. There’s a knock on the front door and Simon’s arm turns to steel, preventing you from sprinting to the bedroom for a bra.

“He’s got a key,” Simon tells you helpfully, before yelling over at Johnny to let himself in.

“Oof, sorry, love,” he says when you flinch. “Used to shouting at work.” It’s true. He comes home hoarse from it sometimes.

There’s the sound of a key in the lock, and your heart is racing a mile a minute behind your very braless chest.

You haven’t seen Johnny since all of this took place. Simon asked if you’d like to be there when he broached the topic, but like a coward you’d requested he do it without you. You didn’t want to be there to hear the rejection if it happened, silly as that is.

Johnny shuffles into view from the hallway, coming from what you assume was a day off because he’s wearing jeans and a hoodie.

“Hi,” you squeak quickly, wishing you had something covering your little pj shorts.

As if he can read your mind, Simon pulls a throw blanket over you both. “Hey, Johnny. We’re about to start the film.”

“Mmk.” Johnny just stands there looking around for a moment, then drops his keys onto the side table. “I gotta piss.”

“Course you do. We’re starting it without you.”

Johnny rolls his eyes, and then he finally looks down at you, like he was waiting to do it until you’d had a chance to evaluate him first.

You can’t explain it, but he just has this small-dog energy that makes you want to watch everything he does. Changeful and quick on his feet, so different from the Rottweiler beside you.

“Oh, I like this one,” Johnny says, swiping his eyes towards the TV when intro music for the movie starts.

“Don’t ruin it for me,” Simon warns. “Haven’t seen it.”

The guys fall into some lazy back-and-forth bickering as soon as everyone is settled in. It’s an enormous relief, really, that they’re ignoring the elephant in the room. You don’t want to be looked at, or studied, or expected to perform. It’s all so new and strange, and you actually don’t know Simon’s friend very well. He’s basically a stranger, aside from hearing stories about him occasionally.

“Johnny,” you ask impulsively a half hour into the movie, “are you single?”

With some embarrassment you realize it’s the first thing you’ve really said to him tonight. They’ve done a great job at keeping things light, and you’re here, diving right into sex.

“Aye, I’m single.”

“Not by choice,” Simon mutters.

“Dinnae misrepresent me to your woman. I’ve had my share of romance.”

“Learned that word on the way here, did you? You know you’re supposed to keep your eyes on the road.”

Their squabbling makes you laugh, which, of course, only encourages them. At this point you’re convinced they’re doing this to put you at ease, and it’s definitely working.

You’re quite sure that if you just sit here for the duration of the movie, Johnny will go home at the end and Simon will head to bed with you, without a single complaint. But he’s been so thoughtful to set this up, and it would feel like a waste if you didn’t push yourself out of your comfort zone at least a little.

Practically vibrating with nerves, you nuzzle your face into Simon’s neck and whisper, “I’m… going to go sit with Johnny.”

Your boyfriend hooks his massive bicep around your neck to kiss your hair. “You deserve to feel good,” he says simply, soft enough that only you can hear.

This is it. Soldier up, my guy.

You pull away from the safety of familiar arms and walk your hands halfway across the cushion separating you from your new fuck buddy.

Johnny’s eyes swing to you, alight with interest.

“Is it okay if I sit with you?” you manage to ask without your voice wobbling.

“Aye. ‘Bout time LT stopped hogging all the pretty girls in here.”

To your shock, Johnny reaches out without hesitation to drag you over to him, places you right on his lap like you’re an obstinate cat refusing pets. He quickly nabs the throw blanket from Simon and ignores his, “Hey!” of protest to spread it over your bare legs.

“There we are. Cozy?”

“Yes,” you confirm, letting out a nervous giggle. It’s not at all funny, but it kind of bursts out of you nonetheless.

His chest feels good against your back. Broad, soft, and built like Simon. After a few minutes you flick your eyes over to your boyfriend, but he’s watching the TV with that set to his mouth that tells you he’s pleased about something.

“Can I keep your hand warm?” Johnny asks quietly, like he’s trying not to spook you.

You nod, watching his large fingers wrap around your palm over the blanket. His thumb is rough against the back of your hand, in a way that makes him feel solid and real.

Almost automatically, your head turns to finally look Johnny in his eyes. He meets your gaze with a friendly smile, scrunching up those soft lines around his eyes that he must have developed from years of laughter. Simon was right, it feels natural to have him in your home, joking with Simon and holding your hand. He feels like someone safe.

“You smell good,” you tell him, because you’ve been staring for a moment and you can’t think of anything else to say.

“Don’t tell LT, but I shower twice a day.”

That makes you smile, and he squeezes your hand.

“Simon talked to you about… things?” you bravely press.

“Yes.” There’s no hint of joking now, as he wraps his arm more securely around your body that’s trembling slightly. “You needn’t worry.”

“It’s… it’s been a long time for me since… anything.” The words tumble out of you in an embarrassed whisper, as if you’re admitting something far more shocking than being loyal to your boyfriend.

Johnny seems to take that for the permission it is, working his hand under the blanket to palm your thigh. “There’s no rush.”

His eyes flick down to your mouth, and that makes you turn your face back towards the TV, because you’re not ready to kiss anyone but Simon. There are too many unknowns surrounding this, and you’re desperate to keep things as simple as possible.

Settling back against Johnny’s chest, you chance a look towards Simon.

Oh, god. The look of adoration he’s giving you sends a burst of fuzzy pink warmth through your chest. This is okay. This is allowed and encouraged and maybe even healthy for your particular circumstances. The care with which he’s handled this - shoving past your own insecurities to get you what you need - just makes you love him even more.

When you’ve finally turned back to the movie, two large hands slide up under your shirt, fingers curling along your stomach. The feeling is so foreign that it makes you gasp, turning your focus inward to deal with that lightning bolt of sensation.

“Nice and slow,” Johnny promises, one hand splaying up your sternum, between your breasts, and the other one fiddling with the elastic of your flimsy shorts. “You’re doin' great.”

You’re definitely not a virgin, but it almost feels like it right now, with those purposeful hands accessing skin that’s been contactless for so long. He waits for you to relax a little, and then a hand gently cups one of your breasts, thumb brushing across your nipple.

It’s so intense that you have to clamp your jaw shut to prevent the noise that’s threatening to escape. Johnny lazily plays with your nipple, and you try to relax into it, turning your face into his neck and doing everything you can to ignore the way your clit is already throbbing from just those minuscule touches.

To your relief, Johnny seems to have an inkling that you’ll need time to adjust. He pretends to watch the movie for a few minutes, and you pretend he’s not driving you crazy with those little tugs and rolls. When he finally slides his hand into your underwear, your legs part on instinct, desperate for touch.

Warm, strong fingers shift down the front of your pussy. It’s a firm pressure, and for that you’re grateful. He’s basically cupping you between the legs, running his fingers up and down your vulva without really trying to stroke anything specific. You’re concerned that you’re quite wet already, and your fears are only confirmed when the drag against your outer lips starts to feel slick and easy.

“Breathe,” Johnny encourages, his own breath warm as it ruffles the little hairs by your temple. “Just fingers tonight.”

That actually does make it easier to relax, knowing he isn’t expecting to fuck you in a minute. You’re finally acclimating to your breasts being touched, when one of his fingers begins to search for your clit. He finds it with gut wrenching accuracy.

“Simon,” you gasp, and then frantically backtrack over your mistake. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean— oh-hhh my god.”

Johnny chuckles, holding his finger motionlessly against your throbbing clit for a moment. “People confuse me for Simon all the time. Common mistake.”

“Quite the mouth on you tonight,” comes your boyfriend’s answer, though you hear the pretend annoyance for what it is.

You don’t dare look over at him. There’s too much going on, and Johnny’s petting your clit again, up towards the root of it where the sensation isn’t so sharp. That’s something you can get used to. That’s something you can chase, with little rolls of your hips.

All that initial shock gradually melts away to aching heat as your body becomes accustomed to Johnny’s hands. He asks if he can kiss your neck, and you practically beg for it. You’re able to just close your eyes and focus on the hot mouth nibbling across your skin, the hands getting more confident now that you seem like you’re fully enjoying it.

It feels so good to be handled like this. There’s no hesitation anymore, your clit is getting relentlessly stroked and your tits are getting squished and groped like he’s enjoying your body. It lets you empty your mind, gives you that mind-numbing bliss of being an object of desire.

And then he slides a finger inside you, and it’s fucking fireworks. Everything goes molten, your pussy spasming and practically chewing on his finger with how good it is.

“Yes?” Johnny asks against your throat, slowly grinding his finger inside you.

“Yes,” you practically sob, because you know exactly what he’s requesting.

Another finger pushes inside, and honest to god you almost cum right then. It’s glaringly obvious how wet you are, the bits of your underwear that stick to your ass as he works his hand against your cunt.

You don’t even care if you get to finish, if you can just feel like this for a little while, get fucked on those nice, strong fingers which seem to know exactly what they’re doing, it’ll tide you over. You’ll be able to fantasize about this moment for weeks, the delicious helplessness of being held tight like this against a solid body.

It’s been so long since you’ve had a vaginal orgasm that you almost forgot what it’s like, the way you’re suspended on the edge for all those agonizing seconds, getting steadily fucked closer and closer to the tipping point. There’s no feeling like getting fucked. Nothing compares, and you’ve missed it.

Your voice breaks when you cum. You cum hard on Johnny’s fingers, wet throb after wet throb wrapping around his knuckles. He’s generous enough to fuck you through every one, until you’re limp and uncaring of how your breaths have all turned into soft whines.

Simon’s probably watching, but that’s alright. He’s seen you cum many times before, and you did a good job today, okay? You aced the mission. You did everything you needed to do, and now the only thing you have to worry about is how messy you made Johnny’s hand.

His fingers are still lazily moving inside you when he says, “Can you take more, or are you done?”

Quickly swallowing, you open your mouth to decline, because that was a fucking good orgasm, and it can’t possibly be comfortable to finger someone at this angle.

Simon beats you to it. "She can take more."

Johnny rumbles a pleased noise into your neck, and your breathing stutters as the fingers inside you go harder, filling your belly with that sweet ache all over again.

Fuck, it’s inescapable. Your mouth is dry but your pussy is somehow drooling more wetness out, and you swear he’s fucking you even harder than the first time, relentlessly gunning for your g-spot.

Your pussy can’t tell what’s overstimulation and what’s pleasure anymore, begging for some relief, whether it be an orgasm or a break from getting fucked. A ragged sob crawls out of your throat, and you feel yourself stumbling towards that edge again, this time wildly out of control.

The outcome isn’t up to you. If it were, you’d be able to snap your legs shut and prevent this feeling of being on the verge of escaping your own skin. Now you just have to take Johnny’s fingers, and you have to accept whatever your body does in response.

Suddenly you’re right about to cum again, and you feel like he can tell. Maybe it’s because of your traitorous breathing, or the hand you’re suddenly clamping onto his forearm, but he gets his fingers so fucking deep, and your pussy dribbles a little liquid onto his hand.

You have a split second of humiliation that you just squirted, but then you’re cumming in delirious gasps, and Johnny’s making such nice noises in your ear, like you just did something really cute.

It rakes tracks through your flesh, heat diffusing over every piece of your skin while you pulse around those wonderful fingers again. Fuck, that was… fun as hell.

“I’m done,” you croak, letting your head fall limply on Johnny’s shoulder.

“That’s the right enthusiasm,” Johnny remarks, pulling his fingers out of your cunt to smooth them over your clit for just a second. It’s enough to have your hips twitching with overstimulation, and another delighted rumble comes from the man who just gave you two orgasms back-to-back.

The movie is still going, and you finally gain the strength to twist your face around to look at Simon. He gives you a highly satisfied smile, and mouths, “Good girl.”

Oh, shit. Johnny.

Unsure, you look back at him and ask, “Would you like a turn?”

“Nah, lass, I’ll just have LT jerk me off in the morning as usual.”

“God, you’re a menace,” Simon mutters.

Like they’ve both mentally communicated it, you get handed back to Simon without having to do any moving of your own body. Soon your clothes are back in place, and you're tucked into that familiar, safe chest once again. Johnny hits the head before he leaves, presumably to wash his hands.

“I hope I didn’t get any mess on his clothes,” you mumble into your boyfriend’s chest. His large hand runs soothingly up and down your back.

“Any night he can finish out with a pretty girl’s squirt on his trousers, I think he’ll see as a success.”

Dammit. How the hell did he notice that?

“Hungry?” Simon asks, affectionately rubbing his cheek against yours.

“A little.”

“I’ll make popcorn.”

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 5 months ago

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Boo

Prompt: You end up taking Jack and your daughter trick or treating while Aaron is stuck at work.

Note: I know this Halloween inspired prompt is a little belated but the amount of fluff is worth it. 🥰

“I want that one!” your daughter yelled, grabbing the bigger candy bucket from Jack’s hands. A frown appeared on his face but he seemingly held himself back from acting out. The little 8 year old had way more patience than you did at his age, clearly taking after Aaron’s constant calm and controlled demeanor.

“Hey,” you spoke, crouching down to her level. “Jackers is your brother and you need to be nice to him. We don’t yell and take things away from each other.” She looked back and forth from him to you, an expression of disapproval evident. “Why don’t you try asking him nicely if you can have the bigger bucket, ok?”

You and Jack waited as she stayed silent, clearly struggling with the idea to be polite. Finally, she turned to Jack and spoke. “Can I have Jack?”

He looked over at you and then to the smaller identical bucket by her feet. “Yeah, ok.”

You sighed in relief and gave them both a big smile. For a second, you thought there was gonna be a tantrum happening before you even got a chance to trick or treat but luckily Jack came to your rescue, being the bigger man.

“See, wasn’t that nicer than yelling at Jack?” She just nodded, avoiding eye contact, probably embarrassed that she was in the wrong. “Ok, now let’s go get some candy!”

Like a switch, they were both back to being happy and excited as they ran to the door. You grabbed both of their jackets that you knew they were gonna want later on as well as your little tumbler of wine. That was your treat for the night.

Before leaving the house, you came over to Jack and plopped a king sized Snickers bar in his bucket, giving him a wink and smile once he noticed. He pretended to zip his lips shut and throw away the key, making you laugh.

The first couple of house went smoothly, your daughter clutching onto Jack most of the time, not convinced with the suspicious looking decorations outside of some of the houses. You sent a picture of the two of them to Aaron, knowing he’d want to see how they were doing even if he couldn’t be there.

Aaron: They look adorable. How far have you gotten?

You: Still on our street, but making great headway. Jack is excited to get to Wicker street where he knows they give out the bigger candy.

Aaron: Smart boy. I see he let his sister have the bigger bucket.

You: Yeah, he handled it very well. Reminded me a lot of his father. (;

Aaron: Love to hear that. Gotta go but I love you.

You: Love you too.

You put your phone away just as you heard your daughter scream and watch as she made a beeline for you, leaving Jack in the dust. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" you asked bending down. She looked absolutely terrified as tears began streaming down her face and the little tiara on her head struggled to stay attached. Instead of answering, she just pointed over to the porch that she had just ran from. You knew then what she was referring to when you saw the dog dressed as a big spider. It took everything in you not to laugh out loud.

"Oh honey, it's a just a doggy. He's dressed up for Halloween just like you." You brushed the hair out of her eyes while she continued crying, completely unconvinced that the dog was not a gigantic spider there to eat her and waited as Jack came back over. He inspected the scene before him, obviously aware of what happened and proceeded to pull a pack of gummy worms out from his bucket of goodies.

"Here. I got you worms," he offered, forcing the candy into her hand. Just like that, the crying stopped immediately as she played with the package, trying to figure out how to open it.

"That was so nice of your brother. Can you say thank you sweetie?"

"Thank you," she repeated. You gave Jack a ruffle on his head and pulled him in for a hug. He was literally the sweetest boy you knew.

"Alright, Jack. You want to lead the way to the next street?" He shook his head in excitement and wasted no time in showing you the way.

After walking up to the first house and receiving two big chocolate bars, he was practically racing to the next house for more.

"Not so fast Jack, stay close." you told him, scanning your surroundings, knowing anything could happen. Your daughter followed in step with you, busy gnawing on some gummy candy that you were sure was gonna end up keeping her up all night. Just before you all reached the next house, someone caught your eye. The tall figure was a bit far away but became increasingly clearer, the closer you got. Jack was the first to identify him.

"Daddy!"

You watched him run ahead and into the arms of your husband, who was still dressed in his work attire. In that moment, you were entirely grateful to the Bureau for their strict dress code. The dress pants, FBI windbreaker, and holstered weapon had you thinking all kinds of dirty scenarios in your head you'd like to play out with him but for the sake of your toddler children, you decided to indulge your fantasies later.

You and your daughter walked over, a gentle smile on your lips as he set Jack down to give her a hug. "Well this is a pleasant surprise." you greeted, giving him a kiss once he came back up.

“Case wrapped up sooner than expected. Figured the team could use an early night considering the occasion."

You pulled him in for another kiss, this time, a slightly longer and deeper, earning a curious hum from him. "What was that for?"

Absentmindedly, you played with his tie and looked up at his boyish expression. "I just really like your Halloween costume."

Being the ever observant special agent he was, it didn't take long for him to understand what you meant as a knowing smirk played on his lips. "I see."

"Daddy, up," your daughter demanded while pulling on his pant leg, interrupting the moment.

“Of course sweetheart.” He propped her up on his hip and gave you one last look before turning his attention to them. “Lead the way Batman,” Aaron spoke to Jack in his costume.

All of you followed after the young boy, it not taking long for both of their candy buckets to fill up and their sugar high to come crashing down. Your daughter had fallen asleep in Aaron’s arms on the walk back and Jack walked hand in hand with you, his pace a lot slower than earlier.

Once in the house, you helped Jack separate his candy while Aaron put your daughter down for bed. "The Twix are my favorite. Dad can have the pretzels and you can have the lollipops," he offered, pushing the less interesting candy towards you.

“Alright. I’ll keep all of your candy in a very secure safe place,” you reassured him, putting his little pile into a ziplock bag. “Why don’t you go get changed into your pj’s and brush your teeth.”

He listened without a fuss, a tired yawn making its way out of his mouth as he shuffled down the hall, passing by his dad who gave him a high five.

You watched him make his way over to you, a playful glint in his eye, his arms snaking their way around your waist before he placed a gentle kiss against your neck. "I thought I could run us a bath. Maybe give you a massage afterwards." His murmured words sent a shiver through you, your body reacting immediately. You turned to face him, your hands slowly pulling down on his jacket zipper, your eyes locked with his.

Leaning in, his lips met yours with a burning passion you loved. Like that was the last kiss he'd ever have. His hand cradled your head, fingers entwining in your hair and as he stepped closer, the faint smell of cologne from that morning still lingered on his clothes, overstimulating your senses. Your hands rested themselves on his torso, grabbing at the fabric, wanting nothing more than to rip it right off his body as his breath hitched, telling you he felt the same way.

"Daddy!" Jack called from down the hall, bringing the both of you back down to earth. He was probably waiting for his nightly bedtime story you made sure to give him, all cuddled up in his bed, surrounded by his numerous stuffies and dressed in his Batman pajamas.

You pulled away from Aaron, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

"Wait for me," he spoke lowly, stepping back from you before heading towards Jack's room, ready to give the shortest bedtime story ever.

#aaron hotchner x y/n #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #thomas gibson #hotch x reader

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sheaabuttaababyy · 2 months ago

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Pixie cut - Jey Uso

Jey x Camilla

Smut 18+

Wiping her sweaty hands on her outfit. Camilla sighed nervously as she sat at the kitchen table, hearing the front door unlock.

"Ayyy baeee. I’m back" Josh yelled as he walked through the door with two grocery bags.

His and Camilla’s dog Rocky quickly came barking in excitement jumping on his leg. "Hey buddy" he made his way towards the kitchen, placing the grocery bags on the counter.

Camilla stood up waiting for Josh to notice her, as he began taking out the items from the bags. "Oooh I can’t wait, to make this good food" he rubbed his hands together smiling.

"Ahem" she let out a noise so he could turn around and acknowledge her.

"Oh shit I think I forgot the onion powder"

"Ahemmm" Camilla coughed again getting a little annoyed.

"Ahh never minds it’s right here." he laughed taking it out the bag.

"Joshua!"

"Yeah babe" he turned around his eyes widening as he stared at his girlfriend. Taking in her new look. He never knew a pixie cut could look so Damn good on someone.

All the way from her beautiful body and how her pants and tube top clung onto her curves. How her gold bracelets, necklaces and earrings went so nicely with her gorgeous brown glowing skin. And now here she was adding a pixie cut to the Damn mix.

"Oh shit"

"Good oh shit? Or bad oh shit?" She asked chewing on her acrylics.

He broke out his trance walking up to her "Nah good definitely good. Damn mama you look so sexy, shit."

She smiled slightly as he pulled her into his arms cuffing her ass gripping it. "So you like it?" She questioned wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Like? Hell nah. I love it. you look so pretty. Damn mama you really tryna kill me" he spoke kissing all over her face. She giggled trying to pull away, but that made him only hold on her tighter as he continued.

"Okay okay, Joshua we gotta make dinner" she said as Joshua’s kisses went towards her neck.

"Mmm girl what’s that?" He stopped his kissing. Leaning forward sniffing her neck inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. Before kissing all over her again.

"Oh my god. Babee enough we need to start the food" she mushed his head back. Seeing how his eyes were dark and filled with lust.

"Fuck the food. I wanna you eat you." Camilla giggled stepping away from him. She kept her eyes on Josh taking off her light teal zip up, pushing her chest out a bit as she did.

His eyes dropped down to her breasts that were covered with a white tube top. Her pierced nipples poking through the thin material. He noticed that she changed her nipple rings to heart shaped ones that matched her belly ring.

He rubbed both his hands down his face, rubbing his jaw feeling his already hard dick getting even harder. "You really are tryna kill me Cam"

She giggled walking to the counter "no I’m not papa. But if you behave maybe you can have me for dessert" bending down she grabbed her ankles giving her ass a little shake.

"Definitely having you for dessert" He slapped her ass making her squeal.

As the two of them were making the food. Camilla would constantly find Josh staring at her with lustful eyes. He would randomly come up touching and kissing on her.

"Josh can u pass me the salt" He grabbed the salt walking behind her purposely pressing up against her ass.

"Boy Stawppp" she smiled as Josh leaned down kissing her right shoulder in slow lovingly kisses.

"We’re never gonna have this dinner done, if you keep doing that" She pushed him back with her butt, snatching the salt from him.

He groaned and starting punching the air. He’s been hard ever since he saw her with that new cut. He needed her right now.

Grabbing Camilla’s phone he unlocked it going in her photos app. He knew she would have hella pictures. She always did when she switched up her hair.

"Gahh Damn" he bit his lip swiping through each photo. She looked too damn fine. Selecting them all he sent every single photo to himself. "Yeahh these pictures mine now" he whispered to himself smiling.

"Boy whatchu doing on my phone?"

"Nothing just changing the song" he closed her photos app opening Spotify.

"Mhmm…right" she looked at him suspiciously before going back to making the mac n cheese.

Finding the song he wanted he placed the phone back down. Walking back to his girlfriend he wrapped his arms around her, singing in her ear.

"Wooooooooo ooooooohhhhhh. wooo woo woo waaaa wooooooohh" Camilla laughed out loud at his attempt of singing the intro of Fortunate by Maxwell.

"Baby I love you but don’t ever do that again" she laughed placing a peck on his lips.

After Josh and Camilla finished making their food. They ate before cleaning up everything going to the living room to watch a movie.

Baby boy was playing on the TV as Camilla’s back was leaning against the arm of the couch. Her feet was placed in Josh’s lap as he’s rubbed them.

Feeling eyes on her she turned her head seeing Josh wasn’t paying any attention to the movie. His eyes were fully focused on her.

"What?" She asked feeling shy slightly.

"Come here" he grabbed her waist placing her in his lap. Making her straddle him as her arms immediately went around his neck.

"You said if I behaved I can have you for dessert" his hands gripped the front of her tube top before ripping it open in one quick motion making Camilla gasp. "And I behaved mama"

Josh leaned down capturing one of her pierced nipples in his mouth. "Fuckkk Josh"

Camilla took off his backwards cap throwing it to the side. Running her fingers through his hair.

He released her nipple with a popping sound. Switching to the other one, Humming around it.

Camilla slowly started moving against his bulge. That was pressing tightly against her crotch. Grabbing his face she pulled him into a kiss.

Their tongues clashed as they sloppily made out. Her hips moving faster against him as they Moaned in each other mouth.

Pulling away Camilla stopped her movements getting up. She peeled her pants off from her thick thighs, as Josh took his shirt off, Along with his pants.

He pulled her back on him. His hand going to her pussy. "Mhmm you already wet and ready for daddy?" His fingers up and down her slit, before pushing two fingers into her. "I’m always wet for you" she moaned out from the fingering she was receiving.

He retrieved his hand, bringing it up to his mouth tasting her sweet juices. He hummed at the taste of her before kissing her again.

Grabbing the base of his dick Camilla guided it to her wet entrance. The couple let out a moan as she sunk onto his thick dick.

She bounced up and down on him. Her titties jumping up and down In his face, Clapping sounds filling the room each time she brought herself back down.

"Shit Cam. Your pussy so fucking wet ma" Josh took both of his hands giving Camilla’s ass two hard slaps.

Gripping her ass, he planted his feet flat against the ground lowering his body on couch. Raising his hips up he thrusted into Cam hard.

Her body jolted forward, eyes rolling back as Joshua was hitting that spot inside her deliciously. "Oooooh yessss. Fuck me like that."

"Like this?" Joshua got a better grip on her ass, spreading her ass cheeks apart. Going deeper in her.

"Yess yess yess" she chanted feeling herself coming close.

"Shittt baby I’m bout to fill you up." He moaned out. His thrusts speeding up a bit.

Josh pulled Camilla into a bear hug. Her chest flushed against his as his. Arms wrapped tightly around her waist, nuzzling his face right into her neck. Letting out loud moans in her ear, nibbling it.

Camilla pulled her head back putting her forehead to Josh’s. "Come with me papa. Pleasee" she whispered against his lips. "Im witchu mama. Im right there witchu."

Her mouth went wide. A high pitch gasp leaving her mouth. She felt herself coming all over Josh as he filled her up with his hot cum.

The two were hugged up in eachother’s arms. Lips kissing, as they both came down from their highs.

Josh grabbed under Camilla’s thighs lifting her up off his dick. His cum spilled out leaving a slight trail across his chest as he raised her up to sit on his face.

"What you doin- ohhh fuck" Cam tossed her head back, feeling Josh’s warm tongue lapping up at her pussy. That was filled with the mix of their cum.

Finishing their multiple rounds of lovemaking. Camilla laid on Josh. Her sweaty naked body on top of his, with her eyes were closed. listening to the sound of his heartbeat, as Josh doing something on his phone.

Feeling the bright light from Josh’s phone screen she opened her eyes trying to peek at what he was doing.

"Girl don’t be all up in my phone. Nosy" he turned it slightly away from her, making a mug form on her face.

"Tell your side hoes you busy right now" she said playfully making him laugh.

"Nah nah. They know the scheduled." he replied smirking down at her.

"Your such an asshole" she smacked his chest as he kissed her temple pulling her closer into him.

He put his phone down as the sound of buzzing constantly came from his phone.

"The fuck did you post?" Camilla asked lifting her head up a bit.

"Ion know" he shrugged a slight grin on his face.

Grabbing her own phone she unlocked it seeing multiple notifications on insta. Opening the app she saw Josh tag her in a post.

Uceyjucey✔️

Liked by Romanreigns, Trinityfatu, Jonathanfatu and others

Uceyjucey✔️ I usually don’t like sharing my baby cause I want her all to myself, But she looked too good I had to show y’all how lucky I am to have @Camilla_Moore

Trinityfatu OMG THE HAIRR!?!?! IT LOOKS SO GOOD

Faithmariee61 I don’t usually like pixies but she suits it sooo well Liked by Uceyjucey

Jadecargill sis ate that 🤩

Usofan769 oop not him being possessive ion blame him though she’s fineeee

Yeet_fan HE POSTED HER???? AND SHES FINE WTF Liked by Uceyjucey

Kayla_heart Heart been broke so many times I-I don’t know what to believe

Uso-juceyfan replied to Kayla_heart same girl same

Tally099 She’s soo pretty congratulations Liked by UceyJucey

She scrolled through comments a little more before putting her phone down smiling at her man.

"Your so sweet papa. I love you" she kissed his lips as he tugged her closer. "I love you more baby"

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daddydixonscrossbow · 7 months ago

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Summary: Reader travels to hilltop to find out some important news.

Warnings: twd themes, zombies, weapons, blood/gore, strong language, age gap (reader is in their late 20’s), pregnant!reader, talk of pregnancy, kissing, mainly fluff

Word Count: 3.4k | unedited

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“Hey.” You smile at Michonne, “Mind if I catch a ride with you to hilltop?”

She smiles, “Not at all. Hop in.”

You nod, “I gotta go let Daryl know, I’ll be right back.”

You turn, walking back towards the house when Daryl walks out, “You goin’ with Michonne?” You tilt your head, “How’d you know?”

Dog breaks through the crack of the door and runs up to you, nuzzling his nose into your leg, “Hi, boy. I’ll see you soon, okay?” You bend down, allowing him sniff your face.

“Saw you talkin’ t’her.” Daryl walks down, reaching out to scratch Dog’s head, “It’s fine if you are.”

“I want to go talk to Maggie, see if she needs any help. Plus, I want to help Michonne with getting those people a home.” You stand back up, “Why don’t you come with?”

He shakes his head, “I gotta help Rick, goin’ for a run, I’ll come up tomorrow?”

You nod, “Yeah, that works.” You step in towards him, “Good luck.” He smirks and nods, “You, too.” He pecks your lips, “Love you.”

You smile, “Love you.”

You turn around to walk away and Dog bark, following you. Daryl yells, “Hey, Dog. C’mon, boy. Thought you liked me better.”

You smile at Daryl, scratching Dog’s head before motioning back to Daryl, “Go, boy. Go with dad.” Dog whines and nudges your leg with his nose.

You take a deep breath and walk him back to Daryl, “Okay. Now I’m going.” You smile at him and make your way to the wagon, climbing up in with the others.

“Ready?” Michonne asks and you nod, “Yep.”

The wagon starts going and you wave to Daryl as you exit the gate. He lifts his hand, giving you a small smile.

You turn back, extending your hand out to the one girl, “Y/n.” She shakes your hand, “Magna.” She points as she introduces each person in her group, “Luke, Yumiko, Kelly, and Connie.”

Connie signs and you smile, signing back, “Nice to meet you, too.” You spell out your name, “I’m y/n.”

She smiles and nods.

“Have you been with these guys long?” Magna asks and you nod, “Few years, yeah. They’re good people, I came with to help try and get you guys into Hilltop.”

“We appreciate it. It was getting old being out there, constantly on the run.” Magna rolls her eyes and you nod, “That’s how I was, right before I was found by Rick and his group.”

“Were you alone?” She asks and you nod, “Yep. And it was hell.”

The ride to hilltop was mainly smooth, other than a few walkers that people at the front took care of, so you really, and luckily, didn’t have to do much of anything on the ride there, which is what you had hoped for.

You were exhausted, way more than normal, but you didn’t want anyone to ask questions so you played it off as best you could.

Once you arrived to hilltop, you got out and walked up to the gate where you were greeted by Maggie, “Glad to see you. How’s Daryl?”

You nod stepping back, “He’s good. Coming up tomorrow.”

She nods, “Good. Who do you have with you?” She motions towards the people walking in and Michonne walks up, “This group needs a home, I told them that we’d bring them to you, they can help with their part.”

Maggie nods, “Let’s talk inside.”

“Y/n, you comin’?” Michonne looks back at you and you nod, “Yeah, I’ll be in then. I’m going to see if anyone needs any help out here.”

Maggie smiles and Michonne nods, “Alright. Suit yourself.”

You manage to sneak away, subtly and casually making your way to the medical trailer, “Hey, Dr. Carson.”

“Y/n. Great to see you.” He looks you up and down, “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, glancing back to the door and lowering your voice, “I need you to do me a favor, and it has to stay between us.”

He raises a brow, “Okay? What can I do?”

“I need an ultrasound.”

“Like.. a pre-“

“Yes.” You nod, cutting him off, “And I don’t want anyone to know about it.”

He nods, motioning to the table, “You got it. Have you been having any symptoms?” He gets the machine ready and you sigh, “Um, kind of? I’ve been more tired, eating makes me want to barf, and I’ve been super bloated.”

“Before we continue, I have to ask.”

You shake your head, “Daryl doesn’t know.”

Carson nods, “Okay, but I was going to ask how you feel about this.”

You laugh slightly, “Um, well.” Tears form in your eyes and you take a shaky breath, “I might be pregnant during the apocalypse, so how do you think I feel?”

“Is the grouchiness a new thing, too?” He smiles and you can’t help but laugh, “How’d you know?”

“You usually never had an attitude unless someone does wrong by you or someone you care a lot about.” He shrugs, “Just trying to cover all the bases.”

He motions for you to pull up your shirt and you comply. Taking a few deep breathes as he puts a gel on your stomach.

You weren’t ready for it. But you forced yourself, you needed to know.

“Okay, so there’s your uterine tissue, and if we go down just a tad..” Carson stops talking and you stare at the screen, “h-how far a long?”

“Looks to be about ten or so weeks. Healthy little thing, that’s for sure.”

“Ten!?” You lay your arm over your face, “I think I’m going to be sick.” Carson wipes off your stomach and helps sit you up, “I know, you were probably hoping for other news, but..”

You shake your head, “No, no. I mean we didn’t plan this, obviously..” you stand up, “I just, I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“That’s okay, y/n. As your friend, it’s totally okay to feel unsure, but as your doctor, telling Daryl is the best thing you can do.”

You close your eyes, “Oh my god.” You turn your head, “You said they were good? They’re healthy?”

He nods, “Oh yeah. But I want to see you back here in about three, four weeks if you can.”

You nod, “Three, four weeks. Got it.”

“And try and cut back on the walker killing. Don’t strain yourself, too much. Okay?”

“I’ll try.” You take a deep breath, slowly blowing it out, “I’m going to go now before I puke all over your work space.”

As you walk to the door, Carson walks over, “Here.” He hands you the ultrasound picture and you can’t help but smile as you take it, “Thank you.”

He nods, “Anything at all, you know where to find me.”

You nod, shoving the picture into your back pocket and walking out. As soon as you step onto the ground, it hits you. You run over to the back of the trailer and bend over, puking up what you can.

“Y/n?”

You wipe your mouth and stand up, “Maggie, hi.”

“What are you doing?” She tilts her head, “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fantastic.” You lean against the trailer and she walks over, reaching up to feel your forehead, “You’re not runnin’ a fever, did you tell Dr. Car-“

“I just came from there.” You take a deep breath, “I’m going to tell you something, but it needs to stay between us, for now at least.”

“How far along are ya?”

You bring your head back and you laugh, “How did you know?”

She smiles, “Please. I have like a weird sixth sense when it comes to that. C’mon, let’s see it.” She holds her hand out and you bring the ultrasound from your back pocket, “Here. Carson says about ten weeks or so. Healthy little thing.”

She just her lip out and looks up at you, “How does Daryl feel about this?”

Your smile fades and tears well up in your eyes, “I-I haven’t told him yet.”

Maggie hands you back the picture and she wraps her arm around you, “C’mon, let’s go inside and talk.” You wipe your face before you start walking and you shove the picture into your sweatshirt pocket.

She leads you inside to her office and closes the door, “When did you first think you were?”

You sit down and sigh, “Probably a few weeks ago, but there’s just so much going on at Alexandria, I never really had a moment to break away and get checked for sure.”

“Would be nice to find a workin’ ultrasound machine for there.” Maggie shakes her head, “But I’m glad you hitched a ride with Michonne. It’s good to get checked out.”

You nod, “Daryl said he’ll be here tomorrow and I just-“ you close your eyes, “I’m scared of how he might react.”

Maggie laughs and you look at her like she just kicked your puppy, “Sorry, I just-“ she shakes her head, laying her hand over her mouth, “in all my years of knowing Daryl, he was never one to give anyone the attention he gives to you.”

“Really?” You ask, your voice cracking as you fight back more tears, “Sorry, these hormones. Everything all makes sense now.” You laugh slightly, “ When I was alone out there, before you guys found me.. I never thought I’d find anyone else, let alone someone to love me like Daryl does.”

“See.” Maggie smiles, “I think it’ll be a shock to him at first, but I think he’ll be happy once that wears off.”

You lay a hand on your forehead, “I hope. I’m just so.. nervous about it all.” You laugh, “Oh my god.”

“It not as bad as you think.” Maggie shrugs, “I had Hershel here. Carson and a few others were absolutely amazing.”

“It’s just scary to think-“

“Don’t think like that. If you want, you and Daryl can stay here for the duration if you want, just so you’re close to Carson.” Maggie offers and you nod, “I’ll have to see what, and how Daryl feels about that.”

“I think it’ll be fine.” Maggie tilts her head, “I think ya’ll are havin’ a girl.”

You smile, “You think so?”

She nods, “Daryl has girl mom written all over him.” She laughs, “I know he’s probably want a boy, but that’s also why I’m thinkin’ girl.”

You laugh and lean back against the chair, “I think I’m still in shock, partially.”

“It never goes away.” Maggie shakes her head, “C’mon, let’s go get you something to eat. I have some ginger lyin’ around her somewhere. It’ll help with the nausea.”

——

You tosses and turned all night.

One, because you couldn’t get comfortable. Two, because you missed Daryl, you hated being away from him, and three, your nerves were still eating you alive.

You sat up, swinging your legs off the bed and you just sat there.

Different ways of telling Daryl running through your mind.

“Fucking hell.” You get up, quietly making your way to where the radio is set up. You click the mic and take a deep breath, “Hilltop to Alexandria.”

You give it a little before calling again, “Hilltop to Alexandria. This is y/n, over.”

“You’ve reached Alexandria, this is Eugene speaking, over.”

“Eugene.” You sigh, “Do you know if Daryl is around, or even awake?”

“Is everything all good on that side of the trees? I do believe he’s patrolling because according to my observation, he can’t stand it when you aren’t here.”

You laugh slightly, “Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine, I just.. can’t stand it when I’m not there with him either.”

“Sit tight, hold your horses. I’ll be back before the goose can squawk, over.”

You shake your head, smiling as you rest your chin in your palm as you wait. A few minutes later, you hear the click and let out a sigh of relief when you hear Daryl say your name, “Y/n, what’s goin’ on?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Yeah.” Daryl chuckles, “Me either. I shoulda’ came with ya.”

You laugh slightly, “Or you could have just let Dog come with me.” Daryl laughs, “You know damn well if I gave that dog a’choice, he’d pick you.”

“What can I say.” You sniffle, trying to stay calm, “I’m his favorite.”

“What’s wrong?”

You knew hiding something from Daryl was impossible. He could sniff it out a thousand miles away, “Nothing, nothing, I just.. wish I would have stayed, that’s all.”

“It’ll be okay, darlin’. I’ll be there as soon as I can, too dangerous t’ride at night like this.”

“No, honey. I know. I’m just, being a.. a big baby right now.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.” He laughs and you nod to yourself, looking out the window, “Should only be a few more hours until day break, right?”

“That’s right, baby.” Daryl sighs, “Why don’t y’try and get some sleep, hmm?”

“I’m not making any promises.” You laugh quietly, “I love you.”

“I love you, I’ll see you in the mornin’ alright?”

“Alright.” You can hear him walk off and Eugene picks up, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Eugene. Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

You walk back to your room and lay down. You stare up at the ceiling, hand on your stomach. You remember the ultrasound picture and pull it from your pocket. You look at it in the glow of the moonlight, a small smile resting on your lips.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing, children were the future after all, right?

You tucked the picture back into your pocket and rolled over, getting as comfy as you can before you finally got some sleep.

You up as soon as the light started shining through the window, glaring right in your eyes. You sat up, making your way to the bathroom to get as ready for the day as you could.

An hour or so later, you hear the gates open, the sound of Daryl’s bike and Dog barking.

You turn, bending down to meet Dog as he runs up to you, “Hi my handsome boy! Did you miss me? Huh?” You laugh as he licks your chin and you look up, seeing Daryl walk up to you with a smile, “Did y’get any sleep?”

You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him, “Took a little, but yeah. Eventually.”

He holds you tight and kisses your head, “Ya eat anything yet?”

You shake your head and he nods, “Yeah, me neither, c’mon.”

You walk inside and Maggie walks up, “Hey Daryl.” As she’s is hugging him, she gives you a look and you shake your head.

She nods and leans back, “Breakfast is almost done. Hang tight, okay?”

Daryl nods and turns around, “I don’t think you can ever do that again.” You smile, tilting your head, “Do what?”

“Leave me back home like that.” He pulls you into a hug and dog nudges at you again. Daryl groans, “Dog, what is your problem? Can’t I get five minutes with her?”

He whines and you look up at Daryl, “I think I might know what’s going on.” He tilts his head and you look around, “Come with me.”

You lead him to a room and close the door, “I didn’t..” you take a deep breath, “Fuck, okay.” You shake your hands and rub them on your thighs, “I’m nervous, hold on.”

“What are’ya nervous about, y/n?” Daryl walks up to you and you reach into your pocket, slowly pulling out the ultrasound, “This is why I came here.”

He looks down at your hand and takes the picture, flipping it over and he scoffs, a small smirk on his lips, “Ain’t no way.”

“A-are you mad?” You can feel your eyes burn from the tears that are forming and he looks up at you, shaking his head, “Mad? Why the hell would I be mad?”

He places his hands on your hips, “Look at me.” He reaches up, gently pushing your chin upward, “We’ll figure things out, alright? Things change, and that’s okay.”

He swipes away a stray tear on your cheek with his thumb, “We always have, right?” You nod, sniffling and he cups your cheek, “We always will.” He kisses your head and pulls you into, “That’s prolly’why dog has been up your ass lately.”

You laugh, “Yeah, maybe I’m not the favorite.”

Daryl chuckles and shakes his head, “Don’t say that.” He steps back, walking over to the window to look at the picture in better light.

He studies it for a few seconds, “How far along are ya?”

You walk over, “Carson said about ten weeks. They’re healthy, too. Which is a good thing.”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah it is.” He looks up, shaking his head, “I just..” he scoffs, laughing slightly, “Did you know before, or?”

You shake your head, “I had a feeling, and a few symptoms, but things have been so crazy back home I just didn’t have time to-“

“Nah, you don’t need to be doing anythin’ like y’been.” Daryl shakes his head, “You have two things to worry about and that’s you and our baby.”

You smile, nodding your head.

“Does anyone else know?” He asks as he turns towards you. You nod, “Carson and Maggie. She walked up on me puking outside of the medical trailer and she just knew.”

“Yeah, she’s got some sort’a sixth sense when it comes to this kinda thing.”

“That’s what Maggie said.” You laugh and step towards him, your arms wrapping around him. His arms snake around you and he buries his face into your neck.

“I’m sorry I was nervous.” You whisper and Daryl shakes his head as he stands up, “Don’t, you don’t ever have to say sorry.” He pinches your chin gently, “Not to me.”

You nod, reaching up to tuck hair behind his ear, “Maggie says you’re a girl dad.”

He scoffs, “I’m sure she did.” He smirks and holds up the ultrasound, “Y’think Carson is busy?”

“Only one way to find out.” You smile and take Daryl’s hand, walking out to the medical trailer. When you walk in, he turns around and smiles, “I see you took my advice.”

You nod, “Yeah, I did.” You motion to Daryl, “He wants to see, if you have some time.”

Carson nods towards the table, “of course.”

You walk over to the table and Daryl is right there, his hand in yours while his other presses into your back to help you lay down.

You pull your shirt up and Carson puts the gel on again.

Daryl keeps a hold of your hand, watching everything Carson down intently, “Now what that?” He points to your stomach and Carson smiles slightly, “It’s a gel, basically helps the picture be clearer.”

Daryl nods, watching as he places the wand on your stomach, “So right here..” Carson points to the screen, “Is your baby.”

You look from the screen to Daryl, “That’s our baby.”

Daryl shakes his hair from his face and takes a deep breath, “Yeah, yeah it is.”

You push your bottom lip out, “Are you okay?”

He nods, “Yeah, it just..” he looks down, wiping away his face and you smile, turning your head back to the screen as you squeeze his hand.

“When can we find out what it is?” You look up at Carson and he shrugs, “usually, between eighteen and twenty two weeks, but it really comes down to if the baby wants to cooperate.”

“They’ll be stubborn.” Daryl chuckles, squeezing your hand, “Just like mom.”

“Excuse me?” You raise your brows, giving him a laugh, “I don’t think I’m as anywhere as stubborn as you are, Mr. Dixon.”

He laughs and shakes his head, bending down to kiss your forehead, “Alright, alright.”

Carson wipes off your stomach and Daryl helps you sit up, “When do you want to see her back?”

“Few weeks, but I told her that if she needs anything, she knows where to find me. You both do.” Carson looks between you and Daryl and nods.

“C’mon, let’s go get you somethin’ t’eat.” Daryl runs your back and you look at him, “Maggie gave us an offer to stay here if you want.”

He thinks for a moment and nods, “Let’s go talk t’Maggie.”

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littlelovelunette · 11 days ago

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Vi X protective reader? Despite knowing Vi is more than capable, reader can’t help but butt heads with others and do everything just shy of actual murder to protect Vi and her honor.

They have and will bite people and fight dirty. More often than not, Vi has to pull them away because she knows that her sweetheart is about to rip someone apart. It’s a stark contrast to their sweet and loving personality that hides the pure fury that comes out swinging.

Protector

Contains violent!r, anger issues!r, blood

"Looks like you got yourself a protector, Vi," a guy atleast twice your size said, leaned up against the wall as he surveyed you both with his lazy brown eyes.

"Oh, shut it," Vi said with a shake of her head as she reached to grab a bottle of bourbon. You thought she'd pour herself a glass but then watched as she chugged down directly from the bottle.

"I'm her girlfriend," you said firmly before reaching for your drink and taking a rather aggressive sip from it. Your lips pursed tight as you swallowed the liquid.

"Yeah, I used to think the great fighter Vi didn't need a protector," the man, namely Kai, continued his ramble, "I just thought maybe she'd be able to protect herself."

You glared daggers at him, "Shut your mouth."

"Ooh," Kai looked at Vi, "Maybe you need to put her on a leash or she'd be biting heads off like a rabid dog."

"That's— HEY!" Vi yelled after you.

You lunged and didn't care if you missed or hit. Your fist painfully collided with Kai's jaw causing him to spit out blood and stumble back.

His huge body scrambled down from the impact but he didn't fall. Kai looked up, "She's insane," he said with a close to terrified stare, spitting out a loose tooth.

"Just the best," Vi shrugged and pulled you away from Kai, "Not worth it," she whispered in your ear as you grunted.

"I'll stitch your mouth shut!" You told Kai spitefully, "Fuck you."

"Okay, okay," Vi rubbed your back and helped you sit yourself back behind the table before she helped Kai to balance properly, "I'm sorry, dude, you kinda deserved that. That's my girl, not a rabid dog."

"Geez, can't take a joke." Kai mumbled, rubbing his bruised jaw before checking his own reflection on the dinky mirror in the bar.

"What did you say?" You said sharply, "I'll cut your dick and feed it to you. Cunt."

Vi looked at you with a hand gesture of calming down before looking at Kai, "You'd be safer if you ran now." Kai rolled his eyes at her words before pushing off the walls and walking into the distance.

"Baby, what was that?" Vi asked, a small smile appearing on her lips as she kissed your forehead.

"What was what?" You asked back with a huff and crossed your arms. "I don't like how he talks about me."

This wasn't the first time you hit someone so much bigger than you and Vi had to pull you back. She knew you weren't much danger to people. Not that much. But that only made her love you more. She admired your strength and resilience down to every last drop.

"I know... But you gotta admit you have anger issues."

"No I don't." You denied firmly before averting your gaze from hers. Why was it that everyone told you you had anger issues?

"Then why did you hit that other guy who—"

"He said you're weak!" You reasoned.

"That doesn't call for a broken arm." Vi chuckled before pulling you in a hug which you reluctantly returned, nuzzling your face into her chest which was bound with bandages.

You mumbled, "I just want people to respect us."

"But you can't be cracking their skulls open like a walnut to get respect," Vi kissed the top of your head, "This is Zaun, no one cares if they disrespect you."

"I know." You scoffed.

You both paid for the drinks and started walking back home, the walk back home was quite eventful. Some drunk bastard had stumbled into both of your ways and you weren't the nicest about it.

"Get outta the damn way," you said gravely but he didn't budge. Big mistake. Well, he was a big mistake considering he was atleast 6'2 at height.

Vi mumbled something that sounded a little like "Oh, Janna..." while she took a great decision by taking atleast three steps back.

The man who could barely even contain his own weight, toppling to the side every now and then due to the influence of alcohol, groaned. "So you're gonna rough me up, little kid?"

"Don't call me that," you said, rolling your shoulders back and taking a fighting stance. This man didn't stand a chance in front of you. You swung his fist hard enough to cause his own body to lurch forward. You laughed and side stepped, dodging the punch successfully, "That was pathetic."

Vi watched in awe as you hit the guy's jaw hard, his head tilting back from impact. He stumbled before landing on his ass with a loud thud. He looked out of it so you took Vi's hand and were about to walk out of the alley.

Then he grabbed your ankle. You were close to screaming but didn't, you let go of her arm, "Bitch," you cursed. He got up, hoisting himself up using your leg and lunged his entire body at you.

You'd die but you were smarter than that, you poked him in the sensitive spot of his kidney. He doubled over with a yelp. "Fucking—" he began but you took the chance and raised both arms, bringing them down with a harsh blow.

He coughed blood, almost staining your heel with it as he stumbled back, falling loudly against the wall. Slumped down like a pathetic bag of waste.

You smirked. "Let's go."

Vi's mouth was open in shock but she snapped out of it, "Y-yeah, let's go." As you both walked out of the alley, Vi told you, "That was so fucking cool!"

You grinned. "The best for you as you say, mamas."

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cottonconnielvr · 2 years ago

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Okay so, we’re obviously Connie’s very spoiled girlfriend

Reader had eyes on this really expensive bag that she’s been dying to have. She asked Plug!Connie and he has the audacity to tell us no, just to see how we’d react. Reader starts having a really nasty bratty attitude for a week and now daddy gotta set us straight 🫣

WARNINGS ✩ — squirting, smoking, sloppy messy blowjob, reader calls con daddy, reader is sensitive emotionally,rough sex, crying, handjob,overstimulation + just nasty stuff (may b a couple mistakes bc i didnt feel like re-reading imma do it later tho😭)

JEAN passed the blunt over to Connie, slightly shaking from coughing. Connie, who was sitting on Eren’s couch, shook his head as he scrolled through your ig story. “Swear this lil girl want me to fuck her shit up,” Connie mumbled as he hit the blunt.

Eren laughed from the floor, sitting in a bean bag. “What she do now?”

“She got a lil attitude with me because I told her not to let her fucking demon dog in the room anymore. So now she posting shit she know will make me mad” Connie passed his phone to Eren, letting him look at your story.

“You spoil that girl wayyy too much anyway,” Jean added.

“What you mean?” Connie asked with an attitude.

“She never listen to your ass because you say yes to everything she says. She literally gets whatever she wants from you.” Connie fights the urge to defend his spoiled princess but, Jean was making a point.

“I mean he did kinda do it to himself, not her” Eren passed the blunt to Jean.

“Bro you’re her bitch” Jean says in disbelief. “Shut yo long headed ass up. I am not her bitch” Connie defends himself, although a part of him agreed with Jean. Connie never really did put you in check unless it ended with angry sex. He was never super stern with, just letting you get by with everything.

But that was the way it was supposed to be. You were his spoiled little princess who always got what she wanted because she deserves it more than anyone.

“Just tell her no to see how she reacts”

Connie doesn’t give an answer, just contemplating on it.

“Ight”

“Isn’t she gorgeous baby just look” You practically shove your phone in Connie’s face. Connie looks at the pink purse. “I’ve been obsessing so bad and I neeedd it, please” Your glossy lips pout as you beg.

Connie furrowed his eyebrows, “Mhmm no I think you’re good.” You jerk your head back, trying to process that word, No.

You don’t have a great history with the word no.

“No y/n you can’t have this”

“No y/n you can’t have that”

Why would anyone deny you anything?

“What? Why! What did I do? Why not!?” You whined feeling the need to cry.

“You don’t exactly deserve it. You haven’t been good”Connie fought the urge to smile at you, such a crybaby. “What!? Baby I have what are you talking about?” You sat up, sitting on Connie’s lap.

“Your instagram stories, you keep going to parties I tell you not to go to. You needa get your act together” You gasped, offended that he was acting so nonchalant. He was basically telling you that he didn’t love you anymore.

“So until you fix your attitude then maybe, you can get it” Connie practically brushed you off and reached for his blunt. You sat there frozen for a minute, feeling betrayed and heartbroken.

“Okay Connie.” You said in a monotone voice before getting off of Connie and walking out of the room.

The rest of the week has been hell for Connie.

You had one of the worst attitudes ever, giving Connie silent treatment, short answers, and no sex.Were you trying to kill him?

In your point of view, you weren’t gonna stop until he apologized ( with an apology gift to go with ).

Connie walked in the house, hearing you blast “Me, Myself, and I” by Beyonce. Connie shook his head, obviously understanding the message.

“Baby!” Connie yelled from downstairs.

Meanwhile you sat at your vanity, fixing your hair. Connie opened the door to your beauty room, “You ain hear me calling you?” He asked while squinting his eyes at you. “I guess not.” Connie watched as you rolled your eyes.

Connie leaned on the door, poking his tongue against his cheek. “What’s yo problem?” He finally asked.

You stayed silent.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” Connie said sternly.

“Nothing Connie” You stood up, fully showcasing your tight outfit.

“ where you goin” Connie looked you up and down, ignoring his boner and licking his lips.

You were wearing a tight denim mini skirt with baby tee, showing your boobs practically poking out the top. “Just going out” You grabbed your purse which Connie recognized it as a new one.

You had to buy it yourself since no charges came from Connie’s card and you’ve been avoiding him like crazy. Connie knew you were really mad if you start paying for your own stuff. You walked passed him, purposely hitting him with your purse and a small oops leaving your mouth.

Connie just smiled to himself, shaking his head. You were gonna sleep really good tonight.

“What I tell you about walking away from me mama?” Connie followed you to the living room. You didn’t answer, walking to the front door.

You stood a little shocked as Connie sat on the couch. He got pretty comfortable, reaching for his phone out of his pocket.

Just as you reached for the lock, “Y/N come sit down with me”

Your legs practically went numb as you heard the tone in Connie’s voice. He sounded very very stern which meant he was not in the mood to be fucked with.

Your boldness melted away. Your head immediately went down, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

You sat in the loveseat across from Connie, messing with your fishnets. “I said come sit with me Y/N” You didn’t hesitate to move the second he said your name.

Yeah he was pissed.

You walked over to Connie, his hand grabbing yours as he pulls you on his lap. You land on Connie’s muscular thigh, his hand immediately going to your inner thigh.

His touch felt good, your attention now focused on the feeling. His tatted fingers massaging your inner thigh.

“What’s yo problem? Didn’t even care to ask me how my day was,” Connie looked up at you as you stayed silent. A pinch was sent to your inner thigh, making you jump.

“I don’t have a problem Connie. I was just trying to have fun”

“Why you lying to me Y/N” Connie grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You just made me upset and I-I just really wanted the bag” Connie’s thumb wiped against your bottom lip, smearing your lip gloss.

“Instead of acting like a brat you should’ve told me that you were upset. I thought we agreed to talk like adults whenever we feel upset with eachother, not do this petty ass silent treatment shit.”

“I’m sorry Con” Your voice small and quiet out of guiltiness.

“I don’t believe you ma” Connie leaned back on the couch, removing his hands from your body.

You whined, missing his touch after you ignored him for days. “I really am daddy”

Connie almost folded at the pet name, fighting the urge to pound you into the couch until your makeup comes off but that could wait. He wanted to make you beg a little longer.

“I don’t believe you. Gonna show me how sorry you are hm?” You quickly nodded, taking place between his spread legs. Your hands immediately went for the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down with eagerness. Connie lifted up his hips, letting you pull down his boxers as well. His cock springing up against his stomach ( his name ain’t connie springer for no reasonnnn)

Your tongue ran up his balls, going all the way up to the tip. “Fuck” Connie mumbled to himself, it’s felt like forever since you’ve gave him a blowjob.

You hollowed your cheeks as you took him down to the base. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling him stuff your throat.

Your hands rested on the floor besides your knees, stabling yourself as you tried to breathe through your nose.

You gagged once you felt Connie buck his hips upwards. Connie’s hands went to your head, keeping you in place.

Your nose was flush against his lower stomach. Connie thrusted up into your mouth, groaning to himself. The more he looked down at you, the angrier he got.

How dare you ignore him and keep this pretty little mouth away from him. You could feel your scalp become sore from the deadly grip Connie had on it.

The sloppy sound of your gags and the wetness of your mouth filled the living room. The scene was so nasty and filthy, your saliva leaking all around Connie’s cock and your mouth.

Your hands tapped at Connie’s thighs. Connie lifted your head up, letting you breathe. Strings of spit connected from your mouth to Connie’s cock, making him groan.

You panted, feeling your sticky lip gloss all over your mouth.

“Stick your tongue out” Connie slowly stroked himself. You stuck your tongue out. Connie slapped his dick around your tongue, making your saliva drip down to your boobs. Connie rubbed his dick all over your lips before bringing it down to your chest.

“F-fuck” Connie moaned deeply. Your eyes watered, feeling so humiliated and used.

“You sorry baby?” Connie asked, slapping your wet cheek. A tear ran down your cheek, running black with your mascara. “Y-yes” You whimpered. Your hands twisted up and down his cock.

“ Gonna b-be g..good for me hm?” You stuck your tongue out, looking up at Connie. You watched as Connie pushed out a glob of spit, it landing on your tongue. You swallowed, Connie slapping your cheek once again. “Look at me ma” Your eyes locked with Connie’s before he pushed your head down on his dick again, moving your head up and down. You moaned lightly, causing a vibration to run through connie’s cock. “Make me c-c..ah..cum” Connie hissed, feeling your take him so deep. Connie could feel his stomach tightening , toes curling, and thighs clenching. “F-fuck baby” Connie pulled out of your mouth, ribbons of white cum squirting in your face. Connie winced as he rubbed his cum into your face with his tip, smearing it all over your lips (since you like lip gloss so much)

Your mascara ran down your face, making you look an absolute mess. a beautiful mess

“f-fuckfuckfuck m’sorry! i-im sorry daddy, i’m s-s..i’m so sorry” Your muffled cries fell on deaf ears, Connie continuing his brutal thrusts. He was fucking you so so so hard.

It hurt so bad but felt so good. Your legs went numb rounds ago and your body was a mess, covered in your own fluids mixed with Connie’s.

Your mouth was open, sending your screams into the silk white pillow. Connie hovered above you, holding onto the headboard as he slammed his hips into you. “F-fuck cum again” Connie ordered you, reaching between your legs to rub your swollen clit.

“I-i can’t-” You gasped out, on the verge of passing out. You gripped onto the cold pillows, trying to pull yourself up and away from his torture. Connie took notice of this and wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you back.

“You are.” You heard Connie sternly mutter.

You whined, your hand reaching behind you to push Connie away only for Connie to grab both of your hands. He pinned them down on the deep arch in your back, absolutely churning your insides.

“I-i..i promise pa- m’not go..gonna act up anymore” You cried out, loosing all of your body strength.

You body physically went numb altogether, a rush of pleasure washes over you. Your legs shook violently. You let out a scream that you were not aware of, clenching hard on Connie’s cock.

“S-shit” Connie looked down, seeing you wet up his lower body

(“they told me to stay out that water park😔” - future baby daddy connie with his five kids tackling him)

The pressure pushed Connie’s cock out of you, causing him to paint your ass with white ribbons.

Connie took a moment to breathe before he moved from above you, your breathing was now steady and you laid flush into the bed.

Connie squinted his eyes, slowly turning your face. No way this girl is sleep right now I ain done

“Baby...Baby…..Baby” Connie shook your body, waking you up. You whined, going right back to that bratty attitude that Connie loved oh so much.

“Whattt” You were so exhausted, moving was not an option right now.

After a much needed bath, you fell right asleep with just a bra and panties on. You were knocked out, sleeping all the way until 12 pm.

You woke up to just you in the bed, your house ringing silence. (Marshmallow is at a doggy hotel getting groomed #materialgworl💅) Instead of waking up to Connie’s presence you woke up to a box with a note on top of it.

‘Had to leave early and handle some business with Ony, I’ll be back before you know it. Thank me later sexy’

You sat the note aside before taking the top off of the pink box, only to see the very purse the got you in this situation to begin with.

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ninii-winchester · 9 months ago

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What’s a girl gotta do

Pairing: S1! Sam Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.7k

Warnings : heavily based on s1 ep3 (Dead in the water), mentions of drowning, fluff, no Jess au.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Y/n was driving to Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. An eighteen year old girl went swimming into the lake but never came back, no body found. She figured it might be her thing. She was driving to her destination but she saw a very familiar car parked outside a diner. It was the infamous black Chevy Impala. She should've know he'd be here. She parked her car right beside it and got out of the. She watched Dean walk out of the diner with the car keys in his hands.

"As soon as I saw this beauty I knew an ugly Winchester would be around as well." She commented leaning against baby.

"Y/n/n." Dean exclaimed opening his arms for her to jump in. Y/n hugged her best friend. "What are you doing here?" He asked pulling apart.

"Same as you. You're going to Lake Monitoc too?" She replied. "Sophie Carlton I'm guessing?" he nodded.

The diner door opened again and Sam walked out. The tall boy watched Dean talking a woman, her face was hidden by Dean's broad shoulders. Sam rolled his eyes as he approached his brother but froze when he saw who he actually was talking to.

"Sammy?" Y/n questioned as he appeared behind Dean. She pulled him in for a hug and he blushed slightly. "I thought you were at Stanford?" She exclaimed.

"Yeah i was but we're looking for dad, now." He replied with a tight smile. "And it's Sam." He added remembering she called him, 'Sammy.'

"Is it now, Sammy?" She teased making Dean laugh out loud and he blushed furiously.

Y/n had been Dean's best friend since they were thirteen. They met each other when Dean was hunting with John and Y/n was with her father but she got separated from him. The Winchesters found her, helped her reunite with her father. Dean and Y/n clicked immediately, finding friends your age as a hunter was a difficult task, so the two of them jumped at the opportunity to become friends.

They visited each other frequently, Y/n played with nine year old Sam and was always friendly with him. As they grew up, Sam quickly developed a crush on the older girl. He was blush immensely when she would ruffle his hair or tell him he looked cute. It wasn't often a pretty nineteen year old girl noticed fifteen year old boy, even if she didn't mean it romantically, Sam basked in her attention.

Every time he watched his older brother drag her away for a hunt or even to show her something cool, he felt disappointed, he thought that someday his older brother will sweep her off her feet and she'd be much more interested in him rather than a little boy like Sam.

For years Sam thought he never stood a chance with his older brother in the picture, he thought his brother might feel something for her and he didn't want to break his brother's heart. But his doubts were cleared when Dean once kissed Y/n to get rid of his latest hook up, but he pulled away yelling,

"Never let me do that again. Ew you're like my sister."

Sam thought Y/n might feel something for Dean, thinking he's older and probably a better choice. But after watching her beat his brother into a pulp for the stunt he pulled, Sam felt relieved that it was all platonic. Even then he didn't think he'd ever get the chance to be with her. He thought he'd always be four years behind.

Then, Sam left for Stanford, cutting off ties with his father and brother. He never thought he'd get to see her again. Seeing her again made him feel giddy, the butterflies in his stomach were doing summersaults.

"Alright folks, you can catch up later we have a case to work." Dean said walking towards the drivers side.

"Let me drive." Y/n said to her best friend before he could deny she shot her best puppy dog eyes.

"Good try but no." Dean said getting in the car.

"Fine. SHOTGUN!!!" She stuck her tongue out at Sam before opening the passenger's side door and getting. Sam shook his head with a smile gracing his lips. He wouldn't have fought with her to sit in the front seat, hell he would've fought Dean to let her drive if she'd asked him to. She's got him wrapped around her finger and doesn't even know it.

Sam got into the confined backseat, struggling a bit to fit his long legs in the small space. Y/n placed her get over the dashboard as Dean drove to their destination.

"Hey feet off the dash." Dean remarked tapped her calf, shooting her a glare, one she was immune to. "Y/n/n I will cut your hair in your sleep." He threatened knowing how much loved and cared for her hair. Sam thought she had really pretty hair. And it smelled so good all the time.

Y/n rolled her eyes before pulling her feet off the dashboard, letting out a huge sigh.

"Oh man, what's a girl gotta do to be loved around here." She spoke dramatically. She grinned at Sam in view mirror, "what do you think, Sammy?" She asked him and his face turned red.

She enjoyed watching him get all flustered and squirmy when she teased him. She thought Sam was cute, not in a chubby little boy kind way, but cute in a charming way. She like his smile, and that messy mop of hair on his head. She wondered how it would feel to run her hands through them.

"How about shutting up, sweetheart?" Dean quipped watching the interaction between his best friend and his little brother.

Dean knows his brother is whipped for Y/n and she has talked his ear off, gushing over his brother. He's all for them being together, in fact he's rooting for them. But if he has to sit through their miserable attempts at flirting or giving each other sickeningly irritating heart eyes when the other isn't looking. He will throw up.

The trio soon arrived at the victim's house. They talked to the vics brother finding out that his sister was a varsity swimmer and it was impossible for her to drown. They asked Will a few more questions before heading to the police station.

After talking to the Sherrif they found out that they didn't find anything in the water, which could've done that, dam is falling apart so the lake won't be here any longer, since they're not getting any money to fix it.

After Will Carlton was found dead, the trio did alot more digging around for a while and found out, that Sherrif and Bill Carlton had a friend named Peter Sweeney who disappeared years back. It become clear that Jake and Bill had a hand in his disappearance. They found Peter's bike buried in Jake's backyard.

It took a while before Jake confessed, that he and Bill accidentally pushed Peter in the lake and they let him drown, so there's no body to salt and burn to put the vengeful spirit to rest.

It all happened too fast when Lucas was being pulled into to the lake, it was Peter. He wanted Jake to suffer, watch all his loved ones die, just like he did to Bill. Just like, how Peter's mother felt when he disappeared.

They heard Andrea call out for her son, it only took Y/n and Dean a second to jump in the water to save him. The two kept looking for Lucas but he was nowhere to be found. Sam held Andrea back from jumping into the water.

Jake walked into the lake willingly, hoping Peter would take him instead of his grandson and in hopes that after getting his revenge he'd leave his family alone. Y/n felt something pulling her under the water and she felt herself drowning. She could make out a shadow, which looked like a pale little boy. But then suddenly, it let her go.

Dean came above surface with Lucas in his arms. Sam helped the two up and Andrea hugged her son close to her chest. The brothers looked at lake, Y/n should've come up by now. Peter took Jake, it should've been over. But Y/n fell unconscious under the water, intaking too much water in her body and unable to swim back up. Sam immediately jumped in the water to search for her.

"SAM." Dean yelled as he watched his brother jump into the water.

A few minutes later Sam surfaced ashore with Y/n in his arms. He laid her on the wooden dock and knelt beside her, his heart pounding. She was unconscious and not breathing. He quickly tilted her head back, pinched her nose, and covered her mouth with his, giving two rescue breaths. Then, he placed his hands on the center of her chest and began chest compressions. A few seconds later Y/n shot up with a loud gasp, coughing out water as she sat up.

"Oh god." She wheezed holding her head. "Is Lucas okay?" She asked looking at the little boy. His mother nodded in acknowledgement.

"You okay, Y/n/n?" Dean asked kneeling beside her.

Before she could reply Sam grabbed her by her neck and pulled her in for a harsh kiss. He kissed her like his life depended on it. His lips moved against her with fervour, his heart was hammering against his ribcage. She kissed him with equal force, her hands grasping at his damp hair. He rested his forehead on hers as he pulled away.

"Don't you dare scare me like that, ever again." He breathed heavily, his chest puffing with each breath.

"Drown!!" She chirped with a grin on her face. Sam looked at her, confusing lacing his handsome face. "A girl's gotta drown to be loved around here." She added with a giggle. Dean barked out a laugh at her stupid comment.

"I hate you so much." Sam rolled his eyes but had a huge smile on his face. Sam gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face, and she smiled up at him, eyes sparkling with happiness. They leaned in for another soft, lingering kiss, sealing their new beginning.

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staylovesmiley · 3 months ago

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Mixtape: OH~ Chapter 1

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Han Jisung x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; Having a crush on your friend/roommate while trying to navigate college life is hard enough as it is, what happens after you find out the secret he has been hiding?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; college!au, female!reader, angst, smut, mentions of sexual harassment, alcohol and drug use, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime “kiss him, not me!”~

“So…you gonna buy it?”

Soft chocolate brown eyes flit around the room, his honey skin flushed lightly caused by the cider he had been nursing throughout the night.

“Ya know what? Sure- gotta take down Minnie-opolis one property at a time.”

Cool condensation wets your palm due to the cold glass of cola you sip on while you listen to the chatter of your friends around you, not fully paying attention to anything but the man sitting so close beside you on the floor that your thighs are pressed together.

“Pay up then, baldie!”

“oh that was so uncalled for! I still have hair, ya know! It’s just buzzed.”

“Yeah, you look like a kiwi fruit.”

An exchange of flimsy paper money for a piece of card stock printed with the property being purchased is made across the coffee table and a moment later there is a shout that draws everyone’s attention, well….almost everyone.

“Ya! Don’t think I didn’t see that, you little cheat! That money is supposed to go in the bank not your personal stash!”

Playful argumentative yelling bounces off the walls of the small apartment belonging to two of your dearest friends, ending with a little metal playing piece being thrown and the sound of it making contact with its target as a loud shout sounds to your left.

“Okay okay someone else please be the banker?? We can’t trust this dog with such an important task, the power is going to his head.”

A tongue licks over a plump bottom lip after the bottle of cider is finally finished off, a soft clink sounding as it is placed gently on top of the table. God you wished it was your tongue instead.

“Uh- hellooo? Earth to Winnie??” You startle slightly, the sound of your nickname jolting you out of your trance as you turn to see Jeongin eyeing you expectantly from across the table, blush fanning over your cheeks as you realize they had been trying to get your attention for a while.”Sorry, Innie…think I’m starting to get sleepy.” You say, playing off your lack of attention with what you hope is a convincing yawn and a little stretch of your arms and shoulders. “You wanna call it a night? We do have class in the morning-“ Jisung whispers from your right, hand coming to rest on your thigh and the warmth you feel from the contact makes your brain feel fuzzy.

“Uh- yeah, maybe that’s a good idea. Sorry guys-“ You reply sheepishly as you move to rise from your spot on the floor. Your best friend is giving you a knowing look, smirking as he nudges your other best friend to his left and you mentally groan as Celine stifles a giggle and turns to whisper something to a confused looking Chris who’s eyes widen after she pulls away with his mouth making a little ‘o’ before he nods in understanding.

“Night guys! Gotta drive the lightweight home and pray he doesn’t have too bad of a hangover in the morning.” You tease, bumping your shoulder lightly against your roommates as he whines. “Ya- I’m not that much of a lightweight anymore!” He complains though you know it’s all for fun. The two of you say your goodbyes to your friends before heading out and down the wooden steps to your car parked a few spaces down from the exit of the old apartment complex.

Your roommate, Han Jisung, slips into the passenger seat as you enter on the drivers side. With your foot on the break you push the start button and the engine roars to life while your passenger princess eagerly turns his heated seat on max and cozies up against the leather material before buckling himself in. “We could have stayed a little longer if you had wanted to, ya know…I could have gone and crashed in Celine and Chris’s room for an hour or two to let you all finish the game-“ The man is quick to shake his head at your admission, giving you a warm smile as you start to back up from the parking space.

“Nah, you and I both know the second your head hit that pillow your ass wouldn’t be up until morning and you’d be late to class having to double back and grab your book bag from home.” You sigh in defeat, knowing full well he is right. “No fair- you know all my bad habits by now you shouldn’t be allowed to call me out like that.” He chuckles and leans his head against the cool pain of the window while looking over at you to watch as your focus lays on the road ahead. “No can do, my baby. It’s cause I know you so well that I have the privilege and duty to call you out.” You groan, hearing him call you his baby always makes you weak and really you shouldn’t let it go to your head too much as just last week he was calling Hyunjin in the same way as you both met in the quad before grabbing a quick lunch in between classes.

You had met Jisung two years ago, at the beginning of freshman year when your friend Celine had introduced you to her new boyfriend Chris and his slowly growing group of friends. The two of you had instantly hit it off and after years of feeling like an outcast despite your two best friends always being by your side you finally felt like you had found somewhere you belonged. Your crush on the slightly older man didn’t happen until after you had moved in together your second year of college as you had both been desperate to get out of the dormitories and into a proper apartment.

It was simple, really. The way he would brush his hand against your lower back gently as he passed by while you were cooking a meal or washing the dishes, giving you a soft smile and muttering an apology as you both maneuvered in your impossibly tiny kitchen. You always felt a blush creeping up your neck and to the tips of your ears when he gave you one of those smiles, big boba eyes looking so soft and apologetic you couldn’t help but step aside to make his exit a bit easier despite wishing he would touch you again in such a soft manner. Your feelings for him only deepened over time, though you would never admit it to him. You couldn’t admit it to him, despite Celine insisting that Chris said your roommate was obviously down bad for you as well. His evidence? The way he would always cut their producing sessions short the second your location showed that you had arrived home, the way he would light up at the mention of you or when he would be in the spare room of Chris and Celine’s apartment and both of you girls would pop in to say high after a girls day out, or how he hadn’t changed his phone’s lockscreen from the picture Jeongin had taken of the two of you in the living room of your then brand new apartment, boxes of your belongings stacked haphazardly around the surrounding space as you both held up your keys with cheesy grins that made your cheeks feel sore after it was taken.

You were not convinced, however, your bad brain telling you that no one as charming and charismatic as Han Jisung could ever feel more than a platonic connection with you.

Even now as you entered your small two bedroom apartment just outside of campus, dropping your keys in the bowl by the front door and slipping off your shoes as Jisung did the same with a slight stumble as even though he’d only had the one drink he was such a lightweight it still had an effect on him.

You made your way inside with your arm loosely around his waist under the guise of helping him steady himself. Jisung allowed it, head coming to rest on your shoulder as you made it to his door. “Winnie, baby?” He cooed softly, looking up at you with big brown eyes that always melted you into a puddle under their gaze. “Yes, Ji?” You said softly, pulling away to look at him just as soft. “Do you um-“ he started, looking between you and his door a few times giving you the impression he was going to ask you to stay the night in his room.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to fall asleep in one of your beds, snuggled up on nights after a long study session or when either of you needed an extra bit of comfort after receiving a bad grade. You nodded to him, trying to not seem too eager as he looked down at his feet. “Do you want to stop by the cafe on campus before class tomorrow morning?” You paused, trying to hide the disappointment you were feeling with a smile and small nod. “Y-Yeah, Ji. That sounds like a good idea.” He looked back at you with a bright smile before opening his door. “Sweet! Okay- I’ll see you in the morning then.” You giggled a bit, nodding to him as you turned to head for your own room. “Don’t over sleep too much or we won’t be able to go to the cafe without being late.” You called out to him before closing yourself in your room.

You sighed, the darkness of the room surrounding you as your eyes slowly adjusted. It was silly to be so upset at not being asked to sleep in your roommate’s bed, as if you had any claim on the space. You carefully got dressed into an oversized hoodie and pair of sleep shorts before laying down and grabbing a make up wipe from your bedside table to haphazardly remove the small traces you had worn that night before pulling your spare pillow to your chest. If you couldn’t fall asleep with the beautiful musical theory major in your arms then this would have to do until you maybe one day worked up the courage to tell him how you felt.

The smell of deli pickles and the loud sound of the latest pop hits surrounded you as you poked around at your salad absentmindedly while Jeongin sat across from you ranting about something your professor had left a comment about on his most recent assignment. You were too busy thinking about how earlier that morning Jisung had come up behind you in the quad in between classes and wrapped his arms around your waist with his head rested on your own while you had been talking with Felix and Jeongin about the party that was happening later that evening.

The musician had lit up as he pulled back to look at you in surprise. “Wait- you’re going to Junnie-hyung’s party too? I thought you said those were too loud and crowded.” He pouted, arms giving you a squeeze before falling limp at his sides. “Well I wasn’t gonna go but Lix insists I need to get out of the house more than our normal game nights with the crew.”

He still held the pout on his lips, arms crossing over his chest. “But if you’re going to the party who’s gonna stay in and watch dramas with me and listen to me complain about the lead girl picking the wrong guy??” He said with a little whine, one hand coming to hold your bicep and you felt your resolve cracking. Maybe you should just stay in after all with your crush instead of going out to a party you’d most likely get overstimulated at and wish you were at home anyways. That’s when Felix perked up and bounced over to wrap his arms around Jisung with excitement. “Well then you should just come with us!” The musician groaned as he let the slightly younger engineer squeeze him before shaking their bodies dramatically. “Come ooon it’ll be fun! Please?” You gave him a small smile, and that’s all it took for Jisung to agree.

“Hello? Winnie- Are you even paying attention?” Jeongin huffed, popping a fry in his mouth as you looked up from your salad to give him a bashful smile. “Sorry, innie- was trying to figure out what I’m gonna wear to the party tonight…” You felt his smirk on you before you saw it and you whined, knowing what he was about to say before he even spoke. “Why? Trying to impress a certain someone?” He teased lightly as he took a bite of his sandwich. “No- just…there are gonna be a lot of people there so I wanna look nice.” You shrugged, taking a bite of your salad while your companion gave you an exasperated look. “Stop playing around, it’s just the two of us here. Anyways, it’s not like everyone isn’t already aware of your little crush but him.” Jeongin comments as he finishes off half of his sandwich and goes in for a bite of the second half. “Still- you act like my world revolves around pleasing Jisung.” You mumbled, eating a piece of chicken out of your salad as you thought for real this time about what you should wear to the party. “Will you help me pick something out? You’re way better at this than I am.” Jeongin smirked, nodding his head enthusiastically. “You’re giving me a chance to dress you up? Hell yeah. I’ve been dying to do something about your wardrobe situation for a while.” You gasped at him playfully while picking a fry off his place to throw at him. “Are you saying I don’t have style?!” He laughed, picking up the fry you threw from the table to pop it in his mouth before answering. “You have the style of an eighty year old grandmother with those cardigans you always wear.” You rolled your eyes before continuing with your meal. “Besides, gotta make you look hot so maybe you’ll finally grow the balls to tell Hanji how you feel.” Your eyes widened at that. It’s like he could read your mind- how you had been thinking of using this party as a way to gain the confidence to confess. The two of you finished your meal in relative silence, chatting here or there about class before finishing up and making your way back to campus for the rest of your day.

The bass was loud, as expected, the floor beneath your feet practically vibrating as the drink in your hand left a bitter taste on your tongue but you continued to sip at it in hopes it would blur the anxiety edging in your mind. Jeongin had done a wonder on you, dressing you in a lacy black cropped cami you completely forgot you had purchased and a miniskirt with a red floral pattern you normal would have worn under thick tights but tonight he had handed you a pair of fishnets you knew you did not own prior and he had to have brought them with him. You had to fight him on allowing you to wear a plain black cardigan, insisting that the cool autumn air would freeze you to death without it.

You made your way through the crowds carefully as to not spill your drink on yourself or others as you were already starting to feel a nice buzz when you happened to run into the man of the hour, your friend Yeonjun who was now the chapter president of the fraternity who’s party you were attending. “Winnie! Oh my god I didn’t think you’d actually come!” He exclaimed excitedly as he pulled you into a warm hug, patting you on the back lightly as he pulled away. “Well I wasn’t going to but Felix made a compelling argument-“ you giggled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as he reached for the drink in your hand. “Whatcha got here?” You made to stop him before he tipped it back and made a face like he was going to spit it out. “What the hell was that?! Who gave you that?” He groaned, taking your hand firmly before dragging you towards the kitchen. “Wooyoung mixed it up- no clue what he put in there but he swore it’d be good.” The older man scoffed as you leaned against the counter while he poured your cup out and began making something new for you to drink. “Figures. That dude has no taste- I’m sure he’d drink nail polish remover if he thought it would give him a buzz.” You laughed, taking the drink he offered you with a thanks before taking a sip and sighing in relief. “Better?” He asked, an amused smile playing at the corner of his mouth and you nodded. “Much, thank you again.”

You stayed talking with Yeonjun in the kitchen for a while, catching up with him before he was pulled away by another member of his fraternity to play some drinking game you weren’t too knowledgeable. By the time you found another familiar face you were pleasantly intoxicated with yet another drink to sip on being thrust into your hand by an equally as intoxicated Hyunjin. “You look hot, Winnie bear.” He said with a smirk and a nudge to your hip with his own. You heard a chorus of agreement from the rest of your friends around you causing a blush to fan across your cheeks. “It’s all thanks to Innie! He deserves the credit.” You said, trying to take the attention off of yourself and thankfully it worked somewhat as the conversation naturally drifted off and you were able to sip your drink and listen in as your mind wandered until you could feel someone’s gaze burning into you.

Jisung. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression as he sipped at the drink in how own hand. The colorful flash of the strobe lights in the living room illuminated his honeyed skin in a way that mesmerized you and you swallowed hard before stumbling up to him. His hand came to your waist instantly as he let out a light chuckle. “Woah there, careful baby.” You blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed but the feeling of his hand still resting on the dip of your waist spurred you on as well as the earlier gassing up of your attire that evening. “You were staring, Hanji~” You sing songed to him, giggling a bit as you looked up into his eyes adoringly. He blinked a few times before shaking his head. “Just making sure you’re alright. You don’t usually come to these and you seem to be pretty drunk.” Jisung teased, poking your cheek though he pulled his finger away quickly as you turned to bite it playfully.

“You are so sweet, Ji…always looking out for me.” You cooed, head coming to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you to steady you against him. “Well I-“ he started but you cut him off quickly. “And you’re always so pretty…prettiest man I’ve ever seen.” He blushed now, though you could barely see it under the still flashing lights in the room. The bass still booming around you caused you to feel hazy and the smell of his cologne would have been intoxicating alone without all of the alcohol you had consumed. “Have you seen Lee Minho?” He asked, obviously trying to tease but his voice seemed a little bewildered as he looked down at you curiously. “Han Jisung just take the damn compliment!” You pouted, stomping your foot in playful annoyance causing him to laugh. “Okay that’s enough alcohol for you, you are acting silly.” He said, gently taking your cup from you and sitting it down. “Noo no I’m having a good time! I’m with a pretty boy and I’m at a party and I feel greaaat~!” You stumbled more as you tried to leave his side to grab your drink but his arm tightened around you until your chests were flush together.

You both stood there for a moment with wide eyes staring at each other, and something seemed to possess you as you slowly started to lean in. You were gonna do it, gonna finally kiss the plush lips of the gorgeous man you had been living with for the past year and a half. Just as you were inches from impact his hands moved to your shoulders and he took a step back. “Alright, really you are being silly now. Let’s go find Channie-hyung and get him to take us home, yeah?” You sighed, feeling defeated as you nodded and let him take your hand and lead you to where Chris and Celine were sitting making out on the couch. Fuck your life, that couldn’t have gone any worse.

It was a few weeks after your drunken attempt at kissing your roommate that you were sat across from him in the library studying for your respective classes while quietly snacking on the grapes you had packed for the stuffy session.

Neither of you had spoken about that night much, besides Jisung teasing you about the massive hangover you had the next day. Nothing had seemed to change, and you were grateful for that. Jisung didn’t treat you any differently, probably assuming you trying to kiss him was only due to your intoxicated state and not any underlying feelings you’ve had for him since moving in together. You felt like you could breathe easy with that thought comforting your nerves.

Just as you were popping another grape into your mouth your roommate stood with a stretch of his likely sore muscles from sitting folded up in an uncomfortable library chair for the past few hours. “I’m gonna take a bathroom break, yeah? Don’t slack off without my moral support while I’m gone.” He teased, giving you a wink as he turned and made his way to the far end of the building where the restrooms were located. You hummed to yourself one of the tracks Jisung had played for you earlier, asking your opinion on the tune although you knew next to nothing about music in comparison to the prodigy he was. You both had a shared sociology class that you had been studying for a test together for the past hour and you got to a spot you knew he took some good notes for. He wouldn’t mind if you just..took a look at them while he was gone, right? Surely not. You know if you asked him he’d willingly turn them over anyway so it shouldn’t be an issue to just take a peek. You got up from your spot and took his seat before carefully scanning over what he had open on his laptop.

her moans echoed off the walls as his hand traveled lower, caressing her body in a way that drove her mad as he pressed he back firmly against the wet tile of the shower wall.

Oh. These were definitely not the notes for class. What even was he working on? Probably some fanfiction for one of his beloved dramas or animes. You giggled a bit and continued to read, your curiosity getting the better of you and also maybe you could get an idea of what he was into this way.

Gently he pushed a finger inside, the wetness from her arousal and the steady stream of water flowing down their bodies making the slide easy. His forehead rested against her own as she gasped. “J-Jeongin~”

Wait- what?! Jeongin. As in….Yang Jeongin? Your Yang Jeongin? Yang Jeongin who grew up in the same neighborhood as you, whose mother was your mother’s best friend in college. Jeongin who for the first few years of your life you were convinced was your cousin and even your parents couldn’t tell you that you weren’t. Why was Jisung writing explicit stories about him- what even was this?! Still, you continued to read until your eyes caught something that confused you even more.

”oh Winnie, so wet for me already? I’ve barely touched you.” He chuckled darkly as he began pumping his finger in a slow rhythm before adding a second and picking up the pace.

You- you’re Winnie….no- what is even happening right now?! Your roommate who is one of your best friends, that you have had a crush on for a year, is writing….smut about you and your childhood best friend? You shake your head, unable to fully wrap your mind around what you just read but then your eyes widen as you hear Jisung singing along to some song that had been playing in the car earlier that day and getting scolded by the librarian as he made his way back to you. Shit.

You scramble back to your seat, heart racing as you try to seem nonchalant like you hadn’t just read that Jisung was writing about one of your closest friend’s finger blasting you in the shower. “Hey baby, miss me?” He teased, taking his seat and casually placing his headphones back around his neck. “Haha yeah definitely- you have those notes from Mr. Lewis’ class? I’m stuck and you always have better notes-“ You feel sweat beading at the back of your neck from the adrenaline, worrying in the back of your mind that you will get caught for snooping. “You got it, baby.” He coos, pushing a notebook your way and you curse yourself in your mind that of course he wouldn’t have notes on his computer but in one of the millions of notebooks he kept on his person. “Thanks, Ji.” You breathe out, trying to keep calm as you attempt to get back to work.

What the actual fuck was that.

author’s note; happy birthday to meee~~ it’s currently 12:36am Jan13th and I’m officially half fifty ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ hope you all enjoyed the first chapter~~ this is just the beginning hehehe

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