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thebearer · 7 months

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autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: target, halloween, carmen, and you. or a short, fluffy work about halloween shopping with target bc why not? 'tis the season.

contains: fluff. that's it lol. mentions to past family memories and some insecure carmen, but honestly just fluff!

“Oh, look at this one!” You coo, snatching the tiny ghost figurine off the shelf.

“Cute.” Carmen muttered, one hand on the obnoxiously red cart, the other on your lower back. “Put it in.” He nodded towards the cart that was slowly starting to fill up.

The speakers droned out some dull pop song, your coffee and his melting away in the drink carriers on the cart. Carmen didn’t usually prefer Starbucks, much more of a fan of the local coffee spot a block over from The Bear. They knew his regular, made it for him as soon as he walked in. No fuss, no forced conversation- just the way he liked it.

But you liked Starbucks, well, in the right circumstance. You liked going to Target, you liked having a coffee to sip on while you “browsed”. Browsed, Carmen had grinned when you told him that.

“You don’t just go out and browse sometimes? Look at things? Window shop to make yourself feel happier?” You’d asked him earlier in the car, head tilting to the side.

“No, baby. I, uh, I don’t.” Carmen looked over at you, his hand still holding yours in the center console. “But maybe you’re onto somethin’.”

Carmen’s lack of decorations was deemed a crime in your eyes, which inspired the trip. Halloween trinkets filling the cart, the sly smile you’d give him when you’d slip another one in, just like you were doing now.

“It’s my treat.” You’d remind him, with a little wink. Carmen let you think that. Like he’d ever let you pay. And miss out on a chance to spoil you? No way.

“Where’re you gonna put all this?” Carmen hummed, watching you situate the tiny ghost next to the plastic cauldron and iridescent ornaments- something you saw on TikTok that you were going to attempt to DIY. “My place isn’t that big.”

“I’ll find a place, don’t worry.” You hum, sliding back in beside him, swiping your cup out of the basket. “You’ve got a bathroom, and the kitchen, and the bedroom-”

“-Bedroom?” Carmen grinned lightly, his hand snaking to your waist while his free hand pushed the cart. “You gonna put this creepy shit in there?”

“It’s not creepy.” You huff at him. “It’s cute, festive. Makes the place feel more… homey.”

Carmen decided then, he’d let you put a full fucking skeleton in his room if it made you feel that way. He’d get rid of all his shit, didn’t need it anyways, so you’d have room for all your holiday stuff. Carmen’s heart fluttered at the thought of what Christmas would look like. Would you put up a tree? He hoped you would. He’d go and chop one down if he had to. Where in Chicago he’d find a tree? He wasn’t sure, but he’d find one for you. If it made you as happy as this did.

“Ok,” You pulled him out of his thoughts, stopping the cart lightly. You plucked the bright orange bag up. “Did you know these are my absolute weakness?” Pumpkin shaped Reese’s, in their bright orange and purple glory.

“Yeah?” Carmen grinned. “This is it, huh?”

“Yes, in any shape too. But I prefer the pumpkin.” You went to set it back, Carmen’s hand grabbing the bag lightly and putting it in the cart.

“‘M more of a Christmas Tree fan.” Carmen shrugged. “You know Cicero- uh, Jimmy-” You nodded, slipping back into his side. “He, uh, he used to bring a bag of these to Christmas every year when I was little. He’d always have to hide ‘em, ya know? My dad… My dad didn’t want us havin’ all that sugar before dinner. Jimmy would come in where all the kids were, toss ‘em to me or Mikey or Richie when he started hangin’ around. Tell us not to get caught, and Merry Christmas, and hide the evidence. We’d eat them before goin’ to Mass, and he did it every year until I got in high school.”

You smiled softly, hand sliding down his back. “That’s sweet.” You hum, squeezing his hip lovingly. “You should get him some for Christmas this year. Return the favor.”

“Yeah,” Carmen scoffed lightly. “Yeah, I think he’d like that.”

A silence fell between the two of you, chatter from the surrounding people, the scratchy-screech of the cart. Carmen’s heart hammered, mind racing. Why the fuck did you tell her that? Fuckin’ ruined the moment. Stupid, fuckin’ stupid.

“Hey, uh,” Carmen’s hands shook lightly, fingers drumming on the red plastic over the cart. “I-I didn’t mean to… ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to say all that, ya know? Ruin the-the… I just, I dunno, you said that and-and I-”

“-What?” You asked softly, brows creasing lightly. “What are you talking about? Say what?”

“The, uh, the thing with Jimmy. I-I didn’t mean to make it awkward-”

“Why is it awkward?” You pressed, setting down the candle you were smelling. “I thought it was sweet.”

“Yeah? I-I just… I dunno why I said it, I’m sorry.” Carmen rambled, a hand falling over his face, hoping you couldn’t see the blush growing over his face.

“Don’t be sorry, Carm. There’s nothin’ to be sorry about.” You shook your head, waving him off. “It’s a sweet story. I like that you told me that.”

“Yeah?” Carmen asked softly.

You nodded, smiling at him. “You know I do, bear.” The nickname rolls off your tongue so effortlessly, calmly- Carmen’s sure he’s going to melt into the floor.

“Here,” You twist the lid off the next candle. “This one has caramel. You like that, right?”

Carmen wasn’t sure how you remembered that. He’d mentioned it once, in passing, that he liked whatever you were burning at your apartment when he was over. It was caramel and coffee, you’d remembered, because you showed up at his house with the same candle the next day. A love present, you’d called it, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You didn’t want anything in return, no strings, just buying him something because you wanted to; because he liked it. It was still a new concept to Carmen, how you could love him without wanting anything other than love in return.

Carmen ducked down, the brim of his hat bumping your wrist lightly. “Yeah, I like that one.” He nods. “Smells like that other one.”

“Yeah? Not too pumpkinny?” You tilt your head to the side.

“No.” Carmen laughs, breathy and light. “I don’t smell any pumpkin. Is there pumpkin?”

“Caramel Pumpkin Latte.” You tilt the label towards him. “They’re saying it’s in there.” Carmen hummed lightly. “You calling them a liar?” You giggle playfully.

“No, but I am sayin’ there’s not pumpkin in there.” Carmen snorted lightly, putting the candle in the cart anyways. “Not real pumpkin, anyways.”

“Maybe if this chef thing doesn’t work out, you could be a candle critic.” You tease, falling into slow steps beside him. “Be a candle blogger or something.”

“Candle blogger?” Carmen repeats with an amused smile. “That’s not real.”

You look at him, eyes wide in excitement. “Oh, Berzatto, am I about to blow your mind.”

“No? Really?” Carmen laughed. “You’re fuckin’ with me?”

“No! It’s a real thing, Carmen.” You laugh, pulling out your phone. “There was this woman that, like, went viral because she was going insane about Bath and Body Works not having her candle or something.” You giggle, typing slowly in the search bar.

“That’s fuckin’ insane.” Carmen rolled his eyes.

“Yeah.” You smirk. “Think she might’ve started a trend.”

“Well, can’t do that then.” Carmen shrugged, loading the items on the small platform at the self checkout. “Don’t wanna go up against her, baby. She’s intense.”

“Yeah, good call.” You grin, pocketing your phone, opening the bags while he scanned the ghost. “Guess you’ll have to stick to cooking.”

“Guess so.” Carmen muttered, putting the plush pumpkins in the bag, reaching for his wallet.

“Eh! No!” You click your tongue, eyes flashing at him. “I told you I was buying it.” You put a hand over the card slot, glaring at Carmen with a frown.

“C’mon,” Carmen shook his head lightly, pushing your hand away lightly. “You got a number you wanna put in?” He nodded towards the screen.

You pouted, pausing for a moment. “Yes.” You mutter, typing in your number quickly, pivoting your body in front of the card machine.

“You gonna move?” Carmen looked at you, already reaching around to put his card in.

“No, I told you it was my treat.” You mutter, twisting with your phone in your hand. One look at the screen, and you were tapping your phone against the screen. The ding chimed, your smug smile spreading across your lips when the receipt printed.

Carmen was stunned, card still in his hand. “What- How did you-”

“Gotta be quicker than that, Berzatto.” You grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Carmen looked down at his card in his hand, shoving it back into his wallet. Maybe Sugar was right, maybe he did need to actually learn how to use his phone. He grabbed the bags from you, swatting your hand away while you pushed the basket back.

“Shoulda let me pay.” Carmen grumbled, walking beside you out the sliding doors. It had started to get chilly, leaves tinging with warm color and the temperature beginning to drop. “Stuff’s for me anyways.”

“Yeah, but I wanted you to get it.” You bump your hip playfully with his. “Besides, I told you it was my treat.”

Carmen didn’t respond, unlocking the trunk and putting the bags in carefully, but the frown didn’t fade. Brows still furrowed and lips still in a hard line.

“Hey,” You call, stopping him before he could close the trunk. “I told you I wanted to buy it for you.”

“Yeah,” Carmen’s brows furrowed. “But you shouldn’t’ve-”

“-Carm.” You groan lightly. “I wanted to pay, ok? You always get me stuff. Let me get this for you, ok?” You say lightly, arms snaking around his shoulders, looping behind his neck. “Let me spoil you, bear. Lemme be your sugar mama.”

Carmen snorts, lips curling in a grin lightly. “Shut up.” He mutters, your lips closing over his in a sweet kiss.

You pulled apart, blushed and swooned in a Target parking lot. “You gotta put the stuff up anyways.” You tease, hands sliding down his toned arms, over his color block jacket.

“Yeah?” Carmen snorts lightly, pulling the trunk shut. “You’re not gonna help me?”

“I’ll be directing.” You declare, pinching his butt lightly, grinning at how he jumped and flushed. Sliding into the passenger side, you lean across the console to Carmen. “I’ll make sure the ambiance is there.”

Carmen nodded, starting the car, eyes bright when they met yours. “Light the candle?”

“Yes.” You laugh. “And I’ll pick out a movie.”

Carmen snorted lightly, his free hand moving behind your head rest while he backed out. It made your tummy flip with excitement. “Yeah? Casper?”

You give him a feigned unimpressed look. “You know I’m more of a Hocus Pocus girl.”

“Right, my bad.” Carmen laughed, hand gripping your thigh lightly, thumb rubbing patterns over the material of your leggings. Your heart skipped. “Fine. As long as you open those Reese’s.”

“Deal.” You grin, kissing his forearm gently.

Hours later, wrappers piled on the coffee table, the candle burning in the kitchen, and the orange lights glowing from where Carmen string them over the TV stand in the living room. One Jack-O-Lantern fleece blanket thrown over both of your legs, your head on Carmen’s while the beginning credits of Beetlejuice played on the TV. Carmen decided right there that you were right. This was more homey. Felt… right and content. He wasn’t so sure it was the decorations, more likely it was the girl who picked them out.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving. & for my vomit-sensitive friends, here's a mildly changed version: PUKE FREE EDIT

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, several mentions of vomiting & other facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears, puke). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his usual growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of nausea washed over you. "The f-," you covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Lifting the toilet lid, you took pause and started praying that you wouldn't puke. "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The nausea faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you started to crawl to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to puke again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you.

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your mouth and you looked down at him with pure panic in your eyes. "Hmph ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hmphhuh," you gagged again. He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet for you.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so icky. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you. Puking your guts out. Naked. "Don' knoooohhhh fuck, leave, Kats. Get out! Ple-!"

He squatted down next to you and held your hair back with his right hand and rubbed your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for pukin', not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and finish. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of fluid that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Puking, crying, snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just thrown up, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

***

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes.

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course.

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 2 years

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this just popped into my mind at like 3am last night so here we go, imagine edging sebastian on his heat and he’s just really desperate and stuff? ok i’ll go now

Those are some really good thoughts, thanks for sharing em!!

(Pic by @haroksan !)

Sebastian (edg/ing, heat cycle, (light) cock slapping, (light) pact play, sq/uirting (m receiving), )

Spring was such a wonderful time of year, things started to bloom, the animals are more active since there’s more food, and you get to see baby animals! You never thought much of how it was for the animals, just admiring them was fun, unfortunately you don’t get to watch them as often as you used too.

Your butler, Sebastian, always got so troublesome this time a year…He only wanted to have sex, nothing else, he’d get so damn whiny if you ignored him. You enjoyed the extra affection from him, but you valued your personal space more. You had made him tell you what was wrong after the first day, he struggled with basic task and it was worrisome.

When he told you he was in heat, how could you not use that as ammo against him? Especially after the sight you’d just walked in on, Sebastian had shoved a pillow between his legs, letting one hand hold the pillow while he has the other hand holding a pillow close to him. With a quick glance you can tell he’s biting the other pillow to try and muffle his whines.

His clothes were in shreds on the floor, if you had to guess, he hat impatient trying to take them off. You don’t miss the way his hips snap forward, dragging his cock against the pillow. The demon seemed to have not noticed you yet, so you use the opportunity to sneak closer to him.

You wouldn’t mind if he was in one of the bedrooms, but he’s not, he’s in the living room humping a coach pillow. You have to hold back a laugh at the pathetic growl he gives when the pillow between his legs slips, leaving him to hurriedly trying to shove it back in place.

With the way he keeps squirming around, you can see the pillow under him is completely ruined, it is covered in his pre, he hasn’t even realized that theres a small puddle forming underneath him.

You can tell he’s getting close, his hips speed up and you can’t help but worry that he’ll chafe his poor little cock if you don’t intervene, after all, a good Master takes care of their things, right?

“Sebastian. Stop.”

He freezes in an instant, a weak whimper escapes him. He makes no attempt to cover himself, instead he rolls onto his back, now facing you, his hair is a mess, half of it is sticking to his face and the other half is all sticking out, as if he just got out of bed.

“M-master, please-“ Sebastian whines, hand slipping down to stroke himself. You close the door behind you, the door has no lock, but the two of you were alone anyway. You knelt down beside him, throwing the pillow to the side, grimacing at the wet sound it made when it hit the ground.

With a better view, you can see how desperate he is. His cock is bright red towards the tip, leaking pre consistently. You don’t even need lube, grabbing his cock and stroking him. “Naughty boy, touching yourself when I’m not around? You know better that that.” You pinched just under the head of his cock, earning a gasp. “Maybe I should punish you for this…”

Sebastian growled, though it melted into a moan when you thumbed the head of his cock, you can see how he’s shaking from just a little contact. “P-please, Master, need you…” Sebastian pulls you into a rough kiss, nipping your lip when you tried to pull away.

You stop your strokes, instead giving his cock a light smack. Sebastian whines out a few things you don’t catch. Your hand grabs his cock roughly, pumping him at a brisk pace. “You ruined that pillow, Sebastian. Maybe I should ruin your orgasm as compensation?” You purr out, grinning at the worried look he gives you.

“I-I didn’t mean to-“

He cuts himself off with a shaky sob, as your hand had gripped the base of his cock harshly. “I’m sure you didn’t mean it,” You purr out, your other hand now flat against the tip of his cock, rubbing quick circles. “You just got a lil excited, huh? Needed a little extra attention?”

Sebastian mewls, nodding. Your hand gripping his cock is the only thing stopping him from bucking against you, his cock bobbing eagerly in your grip. He’s close, you can feel it in how his cock is pulsing in your grip. Your grip tighten at the base, so much so that Sebastian yelps at the sudden contact, quickly trying to shove your hand away, only for it to result in his cock getting tugged on painfully.

You stop after a few more seconds of torture, letting go of his cock completely. Sebastian shakedown a bit, trying to figure out if he wants if it would be worth it to finish himself off, but before he could do anything, slap his cock roughly.

To your surprise, it bobbed and shot out a little but of cum onto his stomach. You grinned, rewarding him with a couple strokes. “Good boy! That was so cute!” Your hand let go of his cock after he whined about being close.

Sebastian whimpered, thrusting against nothing. He was panting so heavily you decided to give him a bit to catch his breath. You ignore the whines that escape when you get up, stepping away from him. “Sebastian, I’m heading to my room, clean up a bit and meet me there.”

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kordyceps · 3 months

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OK I mean obviously I'm reading your steter stuff on AO3 but I'd love to know if you have an all time favourite? Either your fave of your own work, or fave of another author's that you rec/reread/still think about a million years later (or both lol)

Oh man, okay, sorry for taking so long to reply to this ask! But it's such a good one and I unfortunately have the memory of a gold fish, so I needed to do Research™ (aka reread all my favs again lmao) so I could answer it properly. 😂

I only have one Steter fic of my own atm, so I guess that's my de facto personal fav for now…

But as for other folks' work, god, there are sooooo many great Steter fics out there!! So these are just a handful of my top favs, and definitely not a comprehensive list!

Five Times Peter and Stiles Troll the Pack by taylorpotato Rating: M | 2.5k | requires an AO3 account to read Stiles and Peter yell at each other in Polish, misleading the pack into think they're fighting, when in reality it's all just like completely fuckin' filthy dirty talk lmao. Short, but very funny, and such a perfect capture of their mischievous dynamic. 10/10, would recommend!

The Devil You Know by Twisted_Mind Rating: E | 11.6k Peter is there for Stiles when no one else is, and uses that to slowly manipulate his way into earning Stiles' explicit trust. And ooooh boy, is it so delicious and spicy. God damn! Cards on the table: this fic definitely won't be for everyone since it wades into some darker waters. But oh my god do I love love LOVE Peter's characterization in it. God, I feel like I could write a whole damn essay about this fic, but then I'd just end up spoiling the whole thing LOL. Just--if you like darker, manipulative Peter and enjoy your sweetness just a wee bit twisted, then 10/10 would recommend!

The Prince and the Pease by luulapants Rating: E | 47k | requires an AO3 account to read Medieval/Royalty AU where Peter is forced to cede his claim to the throne and become a "guest" of King Deucalion's as part of a peace treaty between the two kingdoms. Stiles, who is suspiciously far too mouthy for your average servant, is gifted to Peter as a bedwarmer. This one does such an incredible, masterful job at translating the characters into its setting and time period. The sass, the wit, the wordplay! You can definitely tell the author knows their shit, and my god is it fantastic. The plot itself is also so satisfying -- lots of great ups and downs, and, ugh, just so good! (Be sure to read p2 for the full ending btw!) Needless to say, 10/10, would recommend!

Keeping him (It's all about intent) by sittinginmytincan Rating: M (& E for oneshot sequel) | 121k Stiles winds up slingshotted into his own future, where it turns out he's married to Peter Hale of all people. His only way back is with Lydia's help, but she's gone mysteriously missing somewhere on the east coast while investigating some strange disappearances. Man, this fic….. I feel like the writer for this one must have received a checklist of things I'm into and decided to mark nearly every single one of them lol. Time travel, woke up married, magical theory, an enthralling af plotline -- and it's so thorough. Like, everything is so incredibly well thought out, the characterization is on point, and the development of Stiles and Peter's relationship is just chef kiss. Definitely 10/10, would recommend!

The Striking Complication by aurevell Rating: T | 118k I don't even want to write a summary up for this one because the mystery of it all and peeling back what's happening piece by piece is, imo, the best way to experience it. This story is intense as fuck, near relentlessly oppressive, and impossible to put down. It keeps you constantly at the edge of your seat as you try to figure out what is going on and how Peter and Stiles will survive it, with these heart-wrenchingly sweet breather moments sprinkled throughout. If you enjoy time loop stories, this one is an absolute must read! 10/10, would recommend!

build-a-beau by veterization Rating: E | 41.5k Tired of his dad always worrying about him being single, Stiles decides to pay for a fake boyfriend service so he can finally get his pops off his back about it. It goes about as well as one can expect a fake texting boyfriend you accidentally catch real feelings for can go lmao. This fic is wonderfully witty, with really fantastic banter between the two of them, and it's just so very fun getting to watch the pretend part of their exchanges slip more and more into something genuine. 10/10, would recommend!

Under the Songbird's Wing by mia6363 Raing: E | 87k Stiles is captured and held in captivity alongside Peter, Deucalion, and Satomi Ito. To survive, Stiles runs through lacrosse drills and tells stories, eventually persuading his fellow cellmates out of their shells and establishing a profound, unbreakable bond between them. This one is HEAVY, folks. Like, heavy heavy. But, god, it's also such a beautiful exploration of the characters and the bonds they develop through shared captivity. I don't even know what more to say, really, it's just haunting and lovely and awful and wonderful all at once. In the mood for something that hurts? Then 10/10, would recommend!

#yes ALL of these are 10/10 would recommend!!! 👏😤#steter #fic recs #I may have gone overboard with this lmao #but I just!!!! love steter and these fics so much and I had to gush about every single one!!!!#and there is definitely no way I could have picked just one #teen wolf #asks #dre606

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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OK, I'll bite: since your requests are open, may we please, with all the cherries on top, get a Dove pregnancy fic? If you have the time and energy, of course - I know your WIP list is crazy, and I'm sure you have all kinds of things going on irl too, as we all do! 😘

if your child needs a daddy, i can help

summary: you find yourself pregnant with your first kid and you and austin make room for them in your lives despite how sometimes the whole pregnancy makes you feel emotionally and physically. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m, i suppose. he does get his finger inside of her. pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse ) word count: 2261 warnings: the normal warnings apply for this verse. daddy kink. dom/sub dynamics. brief mentions of past relationships that were not at all pleasant. anxiety. negative self talk. pregnancy kink. breeding kink. THESE WARNINGS MAKE IT SOUND MORE SMUTTY THAN IT IS. but it's actually quite fluffy. austin's just horny for his wife. referenced/implied fingering. future and past p in v sex referenced. author’s note: consider this canon for the main verse? obviously set in the future so- god maybe 2024/2025? generally speaking i loved this prompt and technically meant to keep it short or at the very least fluffy but uh- well austin's a horndog is really what happened. thank you anon for this prompt, truly, i'm really trying to get up the courage/gumption to restart actually actively writing for dove and austin and stuff like this and the asks really help more than you know. also thank you for acknowledging my crazy wip list. didn't actually think i'd write this as quick as i did, and truly i meant to have it up on mother's day when i realized how quick i was writing it but this past weekend. lord she was a doozy in my work real life. anyway i hope you like it and anyone who actually wants to be tagged for this verse, either hit me up in my ask box or my dms or someway. i didn't do my normal austin tag list for this because i know this verse has been known to occasionally bother some people and i don't want to put it in your face if you don't want to read it, you know?

It happens- as all things do with you and Austin- quickly. It comes within the two months of you telling Austin you want to make Austin a real Daddy. A daddy who can hold his child and rock it and sing it little lullabies until it grows up to be and strong like their parents. You'd think since you're a grown woman and a surprising amount of your life has become regimented in ways it wasn't after dating and then marrying Austin that you wouldn't miss your period and not notice. You wouldn't miss it one month, two months and only realize something's strange when you go to visit Austin to see his show and hiss and practically yelp in pain when he presses up against your chest. They were bigger but they always got a little bigger around your period, it was fine. But then Austin is murmuring in your ear and pressing his hand against your stomach where he can feel a firmness where there wasn't one before.

"Are you pregnant?"

That's a weird question to ask, you're due for your period any day now, you think, thinking that you're close enough to the beginning of the next month that you're due for one soon. Not that it'll be your third missed period in a row. You shake your head, "no, I'm due for it next week, I think."

Austin raises an eyebrow and presses against the firm spot, waiting for it to give only to realize it's staying firm, there's something there. "When was your last one, Dove?"

You open your mouth to answer once, twice, three times before you look down at his hand against your stomach and see how your breasts are practically spilling out of your bra and you let out a noise of delight and shock rolled into one. Your voice is soft when you answer him finally. "I don't remember."

The squeal of delight you let out and the way Austin laughs and laughs and laughs twirling you around before setting you back down so he can kiss your belly is something the cast talks about for the next week or two.

It's a flurry to try and get things rescheduled, have projects pushed back or dropped all together as your belly starts to curve outward, becoming harder and harder to hide as the weeks go by. You and Austin had made an agreement to not announce a single thing before 12 weeks. It wasn't a guarantee nothing would go wrong but it put you in a safer territory than you would be if you announced earlier. Austin argues every so often that you shouldn't make an announcement, not because he doesn't want people to know but because he's so fiercely protective over your private life with him beyond what the two of you have to show that exposing your child to this nonsense fills him with dread. He worries about the judgment he figures you'll get over having a baby like this. Worries about how if you want to book something short that people may look at your belly and realize that it's not worth it. Maxwell and Simon, your agents and managers and pseudo dads rolled into one promise to get you just one more thing even if you'll have an obvious belly for them because they care about you and your career almost if not more than Austin does.

You tell him- no, you explain to him that you can't do that, you can't go into hiding because you're pregnant. You want to be able to tell the world that you're carrying his baby, that your belly is growing because you told him you wanted a baby. This baby may not be their child, but they're your fans and what would you be without your fans? No, you have to announce it so that you can finally stop hiding in oversized hoodies and dresses tailored to hide your bump. Besides, you've been known to read the gossip blogs and the magazines while waiting for your doctor's appointments. You know very well there's theories as to what's going on and how people find it suspicious you've gone from full body shots on instagram to above the waist shots. There's theories about why you had to drop out of a film that you'd be filming while nine months pregnant and ready to pop if you did. This is the only real way to put them to rest.

"Looking forward to this little one and I having many more mother's days to come. Your daddy and I can't wait to meet you." is the caption you go with on Mother's day with Austin's hands and your hands on your stomach. The comments make you cry though if Austin asks you're only crying because of the hormones. Not because of your little Elvis family bombarding your comments with congratulations or the way any negative comments get overwhelmed by happier comments. Even Kaia and Vanessa say congratulations and you feel something in your chest loosen at the knowledge. You feel the fear that had gripped your heart deep down that whispered how you'd have to hide this pregnancy like you hide your submission to Austin- like you hid your relationships with your other doms- disintegrate and evaporate into thin air.

Austin knows the second he sees your smile and sees your response to a few messages that he's doomed, he's lost the fight of getting you to remain a little more private about the pregnancy. Truthfully he's just thankful you agree with him that the two of you are going to try your absolute hardest to keep the baby themselves out of the limelight. And - as he murmurs, cupping your growing bump one night- their three siblings. Your feed is split between promoting your new project, random other things you'd do and posts about your growing bump, your occasional sickness and how pregnancy isn't really all it's cracked up to be even when you want a baby.

It comes to a head one day when you're seven months pregnant with your big long baby that Austin felt the need to gift you with all his height genes and you're posting something about how this week has just been rough.

"I'm not speaking for everyone, obviously, and all you infertility moms can tell me I'm wrong, but for me- I'm- society gives us all some rose tinted glasses when it comes to pregnancy and from what some of you guys have told me, motherhood." You sigh, wincing as your daughter kicks your rib cage and does this somersault that has your stomach rolling and twisting. "I want more kids but- this hurts. This hurts and I feel huge and I can't breathe sometimes because they're pressing on everything and I know you guys have seen the pap photos, I can't even really hug Austin right any more."

Austin for his part knows better than to interrupt when he hears you talking to yourself and despite his better judgment waits outside your shared bedroom door until he hears words that stop his heart.

"It's selfish, I guess, but I worry sometimes that he doesn't- he isn't going to like me nearly as much when the baby comes out. We've all heard about how guys do that and Austin's but- I don't know. I'm being melancholy and that's not what you signed up for today." You lift up your shirt to show your bump as your daughter does another roll that you manage to catch on camera. "I guess they wanted to show off at the expense of mommy. You are definitely your father's kid."

When it's been silent for a few minutes and he hears you grunt in pain he finally walks inside the room to see you standing in front of the mirror, cupping your bump before running your hands over your chest. There's a part of him in the back of his head that finds the action arousing beyond belief but he sees the look on your face and sees how you're playing with your necklace as the hand that was on your breast moves up. You're so engrossed in looking at your body and allowing your mind to whisper things to you that you don't notice Austin until he's up behind you and his hands are lifting up your belly just so.

"Oh, Aus- Fuck, Daddy, keep your hands there." You moan, the relief palpable in your tone. "That feels so good, she's been-"

"Growing too fast and too big for my little Dove?" Austin's tone is light and playful has he kisses your neck, watching the two of you in the mirror. "The joys of having me as the other half of the genes. Two more months and then she's out of you and you're free until the next one."

Your jaw tenses just a little at the words. It's not that you don't want another baby but who's truly to say he's going to want you enough to make one. The silence after his joke is what makes Austin pause and has him kissing at your jaw. "What's wrong?"

Because something is wrong and you have to communicate with him, if you need something you need to tell him, that's always been the rule in your relationship. A sigh leaves your lips. "There's- you're not going to find me attractive-" you pause and try to take a breath before the first thought that comes to your mind leaves your mouth in a rush. "Elvis didn't like Priscilla after she had Lisa."

Austin drops your belly gently against your protests and turns you to face him while shaking his head, taking your head in his hands. "Dove. Don't- we're not them, remember?"

"I know that!" You practically whine before rubbing at your eyes that are quickly filling with tears. "I know we're not! I know you're Austin and I'm me but I look and feel like a beached whale and my boobs are huge and will probably sag everywhere-"

Austin places his finger on your lips before shaking his head. "I'm going to stop you right there and tell you to look down." He watches you as your eyes slide down his torso and stop between his legs. He's- he's hard just from looking at you and touching you. There's his arousal staring you in the face in his grey sweatpants and you can't help but bite your lip. It twitches a little.

"You're- Daddy."

"I'm hard. You know how I've been the bigger you get. I thought you were attractive before but carrying my baby? Watching your belly swell and seeing your boobs escape every bra you put them in? Dove, if my dick had it's way you'd be pregnant every second you could be." He murmurs, allowing his hands to slide down your neck to your chest where he gives your breasts and nipples a squeeze before sliding down to your stomach. "And when this belly is gone? When our daughter is suckling at your chest? I'm going to remember that you did this. Going to remember how my wife grew our daughter and is feeding her from her own body still. I'm going to know that you're strong and perfect. And I'm going to remind myself we have a baby schedule to stick to. That I can't just immediately put another one inside of you."

His words cause a shudder to ripple through you and Austin smirks just a little, moving his hands down lower and lower, "Dove, if I put my hand between your legs how wet is it going to get?"

You feel your breath shakily leave your mouth. "Soaked. Please, Austin-"

A kiss cuts off your words as Austin's hand slides in between your leggings and your skin, inching ever so closer to where he's ignited a fire. He pulls away just a hair and shakes his head. "Try again, lil Dove. Please who?"

The eyeroll you give him holds no malice but you can't help it even as your arousal threatens to overwhelm you. "Daddy, please."

"I'll always give my Dove what she needs," he murmurs, finally sliding his fingers inside of you with a low groan from both of you.

It's funny how after that night your sex life with Austin up until the end of your pregnancy became a little more intense. More frequent as if to reassure you any time the voice inside your head got too loud and any time every trick your therapists taught you failed. Austin loved you and there wasn't a single doubt about that. Even if there was, the way he was by your side throughout your labor with your daughter would have done away with any doubts. There wasn't much more you could ask for in a partner than what he did for you that day and what he does for you as you recover.

It's a week before any of you are ready to take a picture but you're thankful for Ashley recommending a good photographer for the newborn pictures despite Austin's protests that he could take his own. After all, you wanted him in some of them, and you didn't trust an autotaken picture for this. When it comes time for Austin to post that your daughter's been born he goes for a simple picture that shows your hand on top of Austin's and Loretta's on yours with a simple caption: isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful.

He saves the other photos for you to post.

#austin butler #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fluff #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfiction #little dove series #dove series #you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue #ally writes #also surprise me posting two fics in one day!!

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charliesgoodboy · 1 year

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-♡Zhongli x male reader(SFW, ANGST, A/B/O, MODERN AU ?)

-♡A/N: we need sad stuff on this blog ok !? Also i suck ass at angst. And kinda like a remix of @reallyromealone 's baby bonten fic ?

Zhongli had been paceing in the hallway chewing on his fingernails, his forehead dripping in slight sweat of worry.

You were giving birth. He hasn't left the outside of the room you were in for some time. Hasn't eaten, hasn't spoken to anyone. Just in that same spot as he was since yesterday.

He's been in worry ever since, they wouldn't let him see you, he needed to see you, to know if you were alright.

His world was filled with darkness at this moment, like a ringing soundwas in his ears. He was ready to be a father, but he didn't know how.

He wasn't an idiot he knew this day would come soon. And he would never regret it. Not till his death.

He perked up, the sound of a childs crying in his ears. His paceing comes to a stop, taking his fingernail from his teeth.

He was rushing to the door, about to open it till one of the nurses came out keeping him from coming in.

"Whats wrong ? Why won't you let me in ?" He tried to get past her, failing as she kept her arm in front of him, spine him being a but bigger than her.

"Mr. Zhongli...please listen to me..he...your husband.." The nurse gagged, not being able to get the sentance out, but oh...oh did Zhongli know.

That ringing came back. That ringing sound sound his ears. He saw the nurses mouth moving..he didn't understand her. He knew she was talking but he heard nothing but ringing.

Without knowing, he walked pass the nurse, sliding the door open. Your body looking so peacful. The baby in the nurses arms. Zhongli continuing to walk over to you. Your lifeless body was giving him guilt, he couldn't take it, he didn't want to believe that someone so dear to him was gone...just like that.

His hand coming in contact with your cheek. The dry tears stains visible on your cheek. His thumb caressing your face, as his face started showing visible sadness.

No tears yet though. He couldn't get them to come out.

"(m/n)...please..please I'm sorry..dont leave me.." He whispered. Some of the nurses and doctors keeping they're distance, even some of them silently crying.

Zhongli would miss you so dear. Not only that, but he'd need to deal with your body, give it a proper burial.

He was giving you a look, like the look of a puppy who's owner left him, hoping for them to come back.

To come back through that door.

And see them again..

But sometimes that wouldn't happen.

What if..what if the owner left that puppy forever.

And never returned.

Then what ?

Would the puppy stay waiting ?

Or would the puppy just give up.

Give up just like his owner.

Zhongli sighs, a tear going down his face but for some reason even that one tears showed all the pain he was going through.

Slipping his hand off you kissing your forehead, heading to the nurse with the child in hand.

"Did he name him before his death ?" The nurse shoot her head no, you could even see how red her eyes were, strands of her hair stuck out. Of course she was down about it. Everyone was.

"No...naming the child is up to you.." She said, handing the baby over to Zhongli. He held the child close..giving a kiss to they're cheek slightly smiling.

He lived the child so dear.

He just hated that he wouldn't be able to grow up with you.

"What will you name him sir ?" The nurse asked, she didn't want to rush him but he to wanted to know.

"Yuchen...that's what I'll name them..Yuchen." The nurse nods, agreeing the name really was beatiful.

"Universe with sun and moon." Is what It ment.

Turning back to you, and your sleep like form he almost burst out crying. He would- he wanted to. He wanted to hold you so close, for all three of you to be so happy together.

But he cant do that anymore.

He had to take care of this child, and he would do it well, he would make suryou'd have a proper burial, and he'll make sure Yuchen is the happiest baby he can make them.

#zhongli x male reader #Genshin impact x male reader #Male reader #Angst #genshin angst #male reader insert #zhongli x you #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli angst

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for being mad that my girlfriend broke up with me?

So I (23 M) got with my ex (23 F) about 5 months ago— we met through a college program, and really hit it off! It was just friends at first but I pretty quickly caught feelings, because she was just so down to Earth with me I really felt like I could spend forever with her. I wasn’t gonna say anything yet, because I felt like we hadn’t really known each other for that long. But then, some stuff happened in my city (don’t worry we’re fine), and thanks to that we didnt meet up for a good while. I ended up finding out she went to the next city over to escape a bunch of riots (I don’t blame her) so I drove out to make sure she was okay. Which she was!

I took her back home after telling her about what she missed— she was originally going to go to her parents house, but with some convincing on my end she agreed to go back. After such a long couple of days, I realized she always made me feel safe and comforted in ways no one else could. So I confessed to her, which she accepted, and we started dating! It was really nice, and super romantic. I felt like I found the perfect person and I thought she did the same.

But less than a month or so into the relationship, she completely turned on me! Getting mad about how I moved on from the previously mentioned from the crazy stuff happening in my city, yelling about her living in my house now, and not wanting to date anymore. It was like she completely forgot our friendship and relationship all. And I tried helping her get back to where she was, and sometimes she’d wake up like her anger had never happened, but after a few days it wouldn’t stick and I’ve given up on trying to make her remember anything. At first she was sort of OK with dating but it quickly turned into a on-again, off-again thingy.

She constantly complains about things— she complains mostly about my hobbies (I’m really into gardening and botany, which she says is “weird”, and I don’t know what she means by that…?), and she also complains about our neighbor, who I’m on really good terms with (apparently my ex and my neighbor (41 F) had bad blood in the past, but I had no clue!!!) In fact, she complains about my other friends (23 F and 22 NB), saying that the former is a “self-absorbed prick” and the latter got “brainwashed” by me after we became friendly. I feel like I can’t spend time with my ex around my other friends anymore or even mention them because of how vocal her anger is.

She claims to have constant nightmares and blames them on our negative relationship, and I was getting really fed up with it because she just lashes out in anger instead of talking ANYTHING out with me. We got into an argument recently, and because I was so angry I had told her that I didn’t like her now and I wished she went back to how she was when we first started dating. She was really hurt, and I didn’t mean to hurt her that way, but she ran off before I could apologize. It’s been days and she still hasn’t come home, but she texted me and told me we’re through (if it wasn’t clear enough). I’m pretty frustrated she has just been lashing out at everything and not communicating with me. It makes me feel shitty and I don’t get why she acts like this.

I’m afraid I’m being a dick for being mad she left without ever talking things out, but I wish she gave us a proper chance! So AITA??

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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swaggy-waggy-gvf · 1 year

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I love your writing! It brings a smile to my face!

Can you do a fic where your being an absolute brat and Danny keeps tally of everything then when you get home he delivers one hell of a punishment?

Princess - drw

Warnings

Smut 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), m!dom f!sub dynamic, edging, spanking, public stuff kind of, degradation?, a smidge of choking, ✨️daddy kink✨️, squirting

2.5k words

Idk if this is what you were looking for, but I hope I did your request justice

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You weren't quite sure why you decided to do this today, but nonetheless you were doing it.

You were being a complete and utter brat.

It had started with Danny trying to get ready, delicately tending to his curls fresh out the shower. You had tried to distract him, to get him to pay attention to you instead. Slowly creeping up behind him, arms reaching around his waist to loosen the towel hanging low on his hips.

A simple

"No."

With his hands removing you from his body served as his answer to your not so subtle request. You pouted at him, almost childishly crossing your arms in a mimick of a temper tantrum as you made eye contact in the mirror.

"Sweetheart," He sighed, face softening as he turned to face you, " I have to go into the studio today, you know that."

You continued your silent glare.

"Look, how about you come meet me there this afternoon? You can watch us finish up these tracks, and then we'll come home and I'll treat you like the princess you are? Ok?"

"Fine." You rolled your eyes. You had wanted him then and there, and really, you should've just behaved until he came home. He had already promised you exactly what you wanted, just later. But of course, that would've been too simple.

So you let him finish getting ready, and waved him goodbye as he left to meet his brothers in the studio. You quickly hopped into the shower after he left, devising your plan as you got ready for the day.

Step one was choosing your outfit.

Simple enough, right?

No, not today.

You were put off by his rejection, even though you knew he would've rather stayed in bed with you than go into the studio. And so you decided you could tease him a little while he worked.

After searching through your entire wardrobe, and his, you settled on a sundress. Deep forest green, falling at your mid-thigh. Danny had loved this one the second you brought it home, and frequently told you how stunning you looked in it.

So you slipped the dress over your body, foregoing any underwear.

You touched up your hair and makeup, slipping on some shoes and booking your uber to the studio.

You arrived just as the guys were wrapping up to take a break.

"Hey y/n" Jake smiled from his seat, quickly turning his attention back to Sam in the recording booth as he finished playing the new riff. You took a seat beside Josh, he flashed you a quick smile before continuing to scribble down lyrics in his old tattered notebook. Finally, your eyes landed on Danny, deeply invested in making sure everything Sam played was perfect, barely even acknowledging your presence. He was a perfectionist at heart, but his indifference to you relit the bratty streak he'd begun to unearth this morning.

Only a few moments later, Sam's playing stopped, and he emerged from the booth.

"I'm fucking starving. Lunch?"

The twins both hummed in agreement with their brother, but danny gently shook his head, mumbling something about wanting to work on his solo for the next tour.

The sounds of the kiszkas bickering about where to get food gently drifted down the hallway until they were out of earshot, and Danny slowly rose from his seat.

"Hey darling" He murmured, coming to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"Mind if I work on this for a minute? I know I invited you, but Sam ended up taking longer than we thought and I really need to work on this and how it connects to songs. You know how it goes." He gently chuckled, lips still resting against your hair.

You nodded, smiling softly, he missed the mischievous glint in your eyes as be entered the booth and settled behind his kit. He flashed you a quick smile through the glass separating you before beginning to play.

His playing was animalistic, arms thrashing wildly. It never failed to turn you on, so as his arms began to slow you delicately uncrossed your legs, pulling the hem of your dress just enough to reveal yourself to him.

As he landed one final crash on the cymbals, his eyes met yours, then he noticed. His eyes darkened instantly, and he shook his head, mouthing a stern "no." To you.

You took no notice, running your hand down your thigh, until it dipped under the hem of your dress. Slowly, you gathered the wetness that had been building between your thighs, grazing your fingertips across your clit. He never broke his stare, his grip on his drumsticks tightening at your defiance.

You let your eyes flutter shut, slowly giving into the pleasure building in your stomach.

The sound of a door slamming snapped you out of your trance as Danny stormed over to you.

"What. The. Fuck." He spat.

"I need you daddy. Needed you all day."

You tried to play coy, but he wasn't having any of it.

"And I told you, later. And I tried to be sweet to you, inviting you into the studio with me. I was planning on spoiling you later, such a shame I'm going to have to punish you instead."

He leaned down, his hand resting at the base of your neck. A warning.

"You're such a slut" He breathed against your ear.

The sounds of the kiszkas returning from lunch snapped danny out of his trance. His eyes were still darkened but he was able to put up a facade of simply being frustrated with his solo. You excused yourself, claiming the beginnings of a painful headache were plaguing you, and slipped out the door and home.

You figured you had dug yourself deep enough, and you knew you were in for one hell of a punishment and didn't want to make it worse. Danny was typically a gentle lover, times like this were far and few between. Times where he let himself be consumed by it, when he let go and the gentle lovemaking you grew accustomed to became nothing more than the natural desire to give and to take.

Hours passed, you had swaped the dress for comfy shorts and one of his shirts, you hair was up and your makeup was off. You had cooked dinner but ended up eating it alone, wondering if you really did take it too far. You were about to call your losses and head to bed when the sound of the door slamming took you by surprise.

"Get your ass on that bed naked in the next 30 seconds or so help you."

Fuck.

He was pissed.

You hurried upstairs, stripping your clothes as you went. You laid across the bed, and a few minutes later he followed you into the room.

"Oh princess, look at you, you do know how to behave. So tell me why you decided to be such a fucking brat today, huh?"

You just shook your head, unable to form an answer that would suffice.

"And that's strike 3 now. You just keep making this worse for yourself."

You felt your wetness slowly making a mess between your thighs at his stern tone and stony glare.

"So here's what's going to happen, I'm going to punish you, for everytime you misbehaved today. And when I feel like you deserve it, you get to cum. Ok?"

"Yes daddy." You whispered. You rarely called him that, but you knew he would accept nothing else tonight.

He stepped forward, tugging his shirt off and climbing onto the bed. Spreading your legs apart, he immediately plunged two fingers into you, setting a relentless pace.

You let moans flow wantonly from your mouth, uncaring of if the neighbours could hear.

"Daddy- oh- daddy I'm close I'm gonna-"

And just as you were about to let it wash over you, he pulled his hand away, leaving you dripping and desperate.

"Wha-"

"I told you, you're getting punished. Now what do you think that one was for?"

He stared down his nose at you, one eyebrow quirked upward, await a response.

When you had nothing to say, he quickly filled in for you.

"That, was for trying to distract me this morning." You understood what he was looking for now, and you knew that was only the beginnings of his punishment.

He grabbed you by your waist, flipping you over with ease so you laid across his lap.

His large hand stroked almost gently across your ass, before coming down with a harsh crack against your skin. He pulled your hair back so he could meet your eyes, silently checking in that this was ok, a small reminder that he was still your danny underneath all this. You nodded wordlessly, arching your back and presenting your ass towards him for another hit. This time, when his hand his your reddened flesh, you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as you walked the line between pain and pleasure. His spanked you 3 more times, you could feel yourself dripping onto his lap more with each hit. Finally, he brought his hand down between your legs, landing a swift smack to your neglected pussy.

Your whole body jolted forward.

"Daddy please"

"Oh someone liked that," you could hear the smirk in his voice, "Look how wet you are for daddy, dripping all over my jeans. You're making quite the mess princess."

He sunk his fingers back into you, using his thumb to rub quick circles on your clit. Still sensitive from being edged, it didn't take long before you felt the familiar heat in your stomach.

"Daddy, daddy, I'm cl-ose"

Your voice cracked as you knew your orgasm would be denied again.

Just as you predicted, he removed his hand, once again flipping you so you laid spread across the bed on your back.

"And what was that one for, sweetheart?"

He settled on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That was for what I did at the studio, daddy"

He hummed in approval,

"That's right, it was for acting like a dirty little slut. Right there on that couch where anyone could've walked in on you. Acting like a depraved little whore, like I don't take care of you, huh? So starved for attention you finger yourself right there in my workplace."

You didn't know where this had come from, but his words made you clench around nothing, desperate for any kind of relief.

Without saying another word, he lowered his head, his tongue teasing your entrance.

He lapped lazy stripes up to your clit, closing his lips around the little bud to gently suck.

You were almost screaming at this point, sweat coating your body, thrashing against the sheets. It was sinful, the way his tongue lowered to your entrance again, this time pushing inside as the bridge of his nose bumped against your clit.

He flattened his tongue, hooking his hands around your thighs, urging you to grind against his face. Each drag against his mouth had you falling in deeper, just as it was about to wash over you, it was gone.

He sat up, licking his lips.

"And that, was for not answering me when I spoke to you."

His gaze softened, and in a stark contrast to his previous actions, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, pulling back to let his forehead rest against yours.

"Please baby, I need you do you think you can take me now?"

His facade had broken, and all that was left of his anger was animalistic desire.

"Please daddy," you nearly sobbed, "Please I need you I need to cum, please."

He sat up, finally freeing himself from the constriction of his jeans, hooking his thumbs in his boxers to pull the down as well. His erection slapped up against his stomach, hard and flushed a deep red, leaking precum already. You had almost forgotten through your punishment that he hadn't been touched. You reached forward to take him in your hand.

"No, princess, I need to be inside. Need you now."

He took both your wrists in one hand, holding them above your head as he lined himself up. With one swift movement, he sheathed himself inside you, pausing for a moment to let you adjust.

"Please, danny, please move." You breathed.

He immediately began thrusting, a relentless pace chasing his high. He pulled you hips up into his lap, angling you so that every thrust would brush against that spot. Both of you had been so wound up it wouldn't take long. His free hand dropped to rub steady circles against your clit, this time pulling you under with him. His head resting in the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses where he could reach.

"I'm so close danny, I'm gonna cum" You moaned.

"Cmon princess, do it, cum for me. Soak me."

You threw your head back, back arching away from the bed as it finally hit you. It washed over you, pleasure coursing through your body, fulfilling Danny's wishes. You rained down onto his lap.

You were faintly aware of his moans, his head dropping against you as he shot inside you.

After a few minutes you came round to danny gently running a washcloth across you, careful not to overstimulate you. His free hand rested on your hip, a grounding touch, whether it was for you or him.

After a moment of silence he spoke up,

"Did I take it too far princess?" His voice was laced with concern, he couldn't quite meet your gaze yet. This happened, whenever he was rough with you, the fear that he'd done too much, that he'd hurt you. You placed a hand in his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.

"No danny, it was perfect, you're perfect."

The tension he was holding in his shoulder visibly released, he finally looked up at you, eyes swimming with his normal, gentle love.

"C'mere" He mumbled, pulling you to him, in a sweet embrace, placing delicate kisses to your head, moving down to your cheeks, the tip of your nose which made you giggle. Finally planting a kiss against your lips, you could feel him smiling against you and it warmed your heart.

"Not to kill the mood danny," you giggled, nose brushing against his as you broke apart from the kiss, "but we are literally sitting in a puddle of my cum, can we please at least change the sheets before we cuddle."

He threw his head back, nose scrunching as he laughed.

"Yeah princess, let me help you into the bath, then we can have fresh sheets and cuddle. Maybe if you're lucky I'll even pour you a glass of wine." He waggled his eyebrows for extra emphasis on the wine, his familiar smile softening his features.

How one man could switch up so quickly you did not know, but you were grateful he was yours.

#gvf #danny gvf #danny wagner #greta van fleet #daniel gvf #gvf fic #daniel wagner #gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #danny wagner smut #danny wagner × reader

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aleksa-sims · 1 month

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RL Story

CW: pregnancy, addiction, break-up

2 weeks later...

I was on my way home. There was a kind of pumpkin- or autumn festival in the park, although it wasn't actually even really autumn? 🧐 Anyway! That's why I decided to go through the park today.

As I passed some autumn stands, I suddenly saw Daniel with a girl.😱 I quickly turned around/back, to hid somewhere on the side. Still, I risked another look because.... somehow I couldn’t believe it. But yea, there he was, with a girl!!😢 ... It hurt me sm to see him with her. I gotta get away, I thought!!! I felt really sick that moment.🤢 In RL, there was a Mc Donald's just a few steps away. So I rushed there to go to the toilet. But.... holly shit!! That damn Mc Donalds!!! I ran into a huge glass door!!! 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️😄I thought it was open. Yup! SOO embarrassing!! However, after I peed, I got back out. As I was walking out the door, Daniel was standing there. With lowered eyes, I tried to pass him unnoticed but....

Daniel: Hi!... What are you doing here? Are you alone?

Me: Don't you remember? Today is Tuesday! I just had class. I'm going home. 😞

Daniel: Yea... Did you see me earlier? I felt like I was being watched.

Me: YES! I saw you! That sucks, yk?😫 .... Ugh, I- I wasn’t prepared to see you.... here today with your new.... crush. How about you sign the divorce papers? 😒😢

Daniel: Sorry..... I'm on it. Ok?... I gotta go.

Me: Wait!

Daniel: You weep? 😕

Me: M-my hormones are... runnig wild. Yk?

Daniel: Are you... ok? You and, your baby?

Me: We're fine. Thanks.... But-... Daniel! I-... 😥

Daniel: What?

Me: I-... I wanna be with you.... I miss you. I-... I know it's not right, but-

Daniel: In all seriousness......... You gotta be kidding me? 🤨

Me: No, I don't! I love you. And I also miss Lucky. Pls take me to him.... Why did you hurt me so much? I wanted to stay with you. You promised to always stay by my side, didn't you? Instead, you broke up with me. That was the worst thing you did to me. I thought I was dying this summer.... Now you're with that...-

Daniel: It’s over! I don’t listen to this shit! You, know why I didn’t want you near me anymore.

Me: Tell me damn it!! What have I done to you??? 🤷‍♀️😧

Daniel: No! Listen! If you wanna see Lucky, we.... can find a solution. I moved. I'll call you.... Bye!

Me: You moved??????????? Noo, Daniel! What happened to our apartment? 😢Why didn't you tell me? I loved this place....

Daniel: I couldn’t stand it there! And all your stuff... Almost everything in our apartment reminded me of you. I couldn't handle it.... .. you........ completely destroyed me. 😞

Me: No, please don't go! I wanna go with you D.

Daniel: .... Damn.

Me: Why don’t you want me anymore? It's bcs I'm hooked??... We can stay clean together. 😢💔

Daniel: Go home to your-... to him. 😞😒

Me: But I love you both. We can still be together....

I talked so much crap. I really wanted to prevent Daniel from going back to that girl. I know that was totally selfish of me. But I didn’t give a shit! I just didn’t understand why he dumped me?? My pregnancy wasn’t a prob for him, so what did I do wrong?? And that girl who accompanied him, got me SO pissed! She was at Mc Donald’s too, but I didn’t see her there, when I went out. Anyway, she came back. She saw Daniel and me talking...

Girl: Hey, sweetie... Ahhm who is that?

Daniel: Yk? I still got some things to do. We should table this.

Girl: So now what?... Don't you want me?... This is your chance to get me....🤫 laid, baby. Now or never? 😏

Daniel: Well, that may be, but... anyway.

Girl: Huh? Where are you even looking? What's going on here? And who ist that fat girl?

Me: We are married! (dumb bitch) 🤨And I'm pregnant!

Daniel: Yea that's true, but it's not my baby!

Girl: I'm not stupid, sweetheart! I should have gone with your brother, but I thought you were the cute one. You with your green eyes and...hm? You have preety teeth, by the way.

Me: 🤢🙉

Daniel: Fine, just call Alex! I’m sure he can still.... schedule you somewhere in between. 😬

Girl: You’re serious, aren’t you?

Daniel: Listen, maybe later, ok? But, I gotta go now. Sorry.

Daniel just left. I have no idea where he was going or what he was up to? So I also went home, to..... Nico. 😬🤦‍♀️And tomorrow morning, I’ll go to Daniel. He texted me at 1:00 a.m. I couldn’t help it, I went to see him and I also wanted to see Lucky again. ❤️🐱

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts 4 story #rl story #myrlgameplay #cw pregnancy

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goldenpinof · 2 months

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Ok this is so random m but I have hair opinions.

-Phil’s haircut now looks just as good as his hair in the 2000s era

- The 2014-2016 hair era was so bad for them like it did not do them any favors, but no one realized it because the phandom couldn’t imagine them with different hair and didn’t know the potential

- I’m sad Phil didn’t have the quiff in the ii promotional stuff

- istg Phil’s hair changes colors. Like he says he has dyed his hair since he was 12 but in some of his really old videos he’s like blonde?

- I think Dan’s hairline is receding but that’s ok

- I wonder if there was a planned day that dan decided he would stop straightening his hair or if he just got lazy and decided the curly hair worked

i have such a soft spot for Dan's 2012 hair. it just looks so good, and he is such a baby :(

Phil's 2007 hair? no. 2009? hell yeah! idk, 2000s had hits and misses, i think.

ii promo photoshoots... yeahh, can you image the power they could have if Phil had a quiff. damn. the quiff wins all the time, like, even now with Phil's natural hair, the quiff is better than the fringe, i'm so sorry, these are just facts.

if you look at 2016 videos, in some of them Dan has almost curly hair way before he officially stopped straightening them. a bit of soft-launching here and there :) i'm sure he talked about why he stopped straightening his hair in some liveshows and if it were 2017 i'd even link them to you. now? i'm incapable of doing that.

Dan’s hairline is receding or his current haircuts are just revealing more? if you look at all thumbnails, he always had a big forehead, it was just covered with a straightened fringe most of the time. also his face changed a little bit.

Phil's 2014-2017? yeah, no thanks. Dan's 2014-2016? hits and misses.

#answered #dan and phil

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stardancerluv · 2 months

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The Past Follows Like Your Shadow

Part 6

Summary: It is Halloween for Gator and reader.

Notes/Warnings: 18 & Over. Oral M receiving. Harsh Language. Sexist behavior. Underage drinking (DO NOT DO THIS!) Be safe!

Monologue from film Halloween ‘78 used.

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The world of sparkling snowflakes, happiness and magic, swirled around you. The glowing keys on the laptop clicked and clacked under your fingertips. You smiled, you moved a few last words around and then one more sentence. The made the final revision to your Christmas book finished. The illustrations were so sweet and matched the magic you wanted to create on the pages.

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“How is it out there?” She asked.

You shrugged. “Not horrible. Gonna take awhile. My aunt held onto so much stuff.”

“Take your time. The book looks great. It will be a good addition to the series.”

“Thanks Janice.” You smiled. You were lucky to have such a good agent. She encouraged your creativity.

“Let’s do a catch up lunch when you get back alright?”

You brightened. “That will be great.” You sighed. “I miss the big city.”

“Already?”

“I forgot how small this town.“

“You’ll be back and navigating through the seas of taxis and buses soon enough.”

The shrill sound of the doorbell filled the house. You rolled your eyes, before squeezing them shut. This town and the people in it had a way of interfering with things.

“Someone just rang the bell. My aunt’s only neighbor has been acting like she has been assigned to be my nanny.”

A chuckle filled your ear. “Well, someone has to make sure you eat your vegetables and drink your water.”

You both shared a chuckle, before the bell rings again.

“I better go and get that.”

“Alright! Once again, love the book. I’ll be sending the proof copy out to you asap, if you’re not back already.”

“I better be back by then.”

You pushed end and then closed the laptop. Getting up, you stretched and made your way downstairs. A tall shadow darkened the milky glass.

Fear knotted in your stomach. What if that was Roy, it suddenly dawned on you that he could show up as easily as Gator had.

Your stomach churned at the thought of him. You were adult. You didn’t have to take his shit. You gave a curt nod to yourself. Made you feel a little braver. Like the night before with two hands you pulled the door open.

You gasped. You didn’t know where to look first. Gator was lost in his own moment, his eyes narrowed as he squinted looking out at the expanse of land that encroached on your aunt’s property. He took a pull on that vape. A puff of white swirled and twirled around him. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched with sheer delight at casual manner he scratched, more like tugged at his trousers. That’s when you saw his one arm that was wrapped in a cast. Unease filled you.

“Gator!” You squeaked. “What the hell happened?” Concerned replaced the unease and your heart picked up speed.

He made a half hearted expression. “Are you not going to invite me in Tulip? So I can tell ya?” He took another pull on his vape, exhaling a large plume of white above him.

“Oh, yes of course. Come in.” You motioned him in. “Come in.” You shivered as the fingers of the autumn breeze attempted to take a hold of you.

He grimaced and walked in.

“Want me to make you some coffee?” You offered.

It was one of those old coffee makers, you’d figure it out for him. He settled faster then you expected in the living room.

You winced as you saw him flinch. “Fuck.” He mumbled.

You watched as he put too much pressure on the casted arm as he sat down.

“Nah. Just come sit beside me.” He patted a place beside him.

“Ok.” Your heart continued to pick up speed.

How did he still have this effect on you? You felt like you could just wilt at his feet. You could barely think.

The two of you played in the mud, gotten grass stains on your clothes with all the adventures you shared. A friendship starting where the memories of childhood begin. Then one day all at once, not remembering exactly how it began but passions were ignited and they were as intense as the sun’s rays on a summer day until it all shattered. When it ended, you were left broken and your entire reputation had been destroyed.

But here you were, last night the two of you had been like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t run any longer.

Trembling inside you realized that you had been merely surviving after you ran away. That no matter how you tried to forget the past or push it away, this was your destiny. This town, this man. Distantly, you felt and even saw how he was not the same man and yet you were drawn to him.

Deep down you should fight this, you had to. It was not going anywhere. He’d never divorce Mary Sue. All of this had no future. Why would put yourself through all this pain again. You didn’t think your heart could handle it.

He whistled as you drew closer, it made you blush. “Damn, how you are even prettier then when you were mine.” Once again you realized he had made his vape disappear.

“I doubt that. Alot has happened since then.” You tucked some hair behind your ear.

No matter how many light, fluffy stories you wrote or how many bottles you drank; to get didn’t change how you felt. As you tucked your leg under yourself settling beside him, you were as giddy as a teenager.

“Tulip, believe me. You are still a knock out.”

These sweet words, made you bite the inside of his cheek. “So you were wrangling a bad guy?” You tried to say light heartedly. “From the looks of it, he may or may not have gotten the upper hand.”

His eyes slid your way. You felt the look. He reached up and scratched the back of his neck.

“When did you get this smart mouth?” His lips twisted.

Seeing him here. How he sat, how he spoke. It did something to you. Your mood shifted. Inwardly, you began to crave him. You remembered how much it had been fun to try this or that when the two of you explored sexual things.

You tried to look demure. You hoped he wouldn’t laugh. “Are you going to show me how to put it to better use?”

“I would love to. But are you sure?”

An air of smugness fell over his features. They only furthered the excitement you felt grow in your stomach.

“You barely could take me last night. What makes you think your mouth can handle me?”

“I can try and you can tell me all about what happened.” Just offering it, just talking to him like this and the familiar ache began grew between your legs.

He reached out with his good hand, his fingers grazing your cheek. “I knew you could be a good girl; my good girl.”

“I can be at times.”

He cupped your chin. “We’ll see. And right now, its not a good idea for you to let your smart mouth run after all I dealt with today.”

Excitement filled you. Leaning over, careful to not put any major weight on him, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, which he didn’t return. “I’ll make you forget all about that.” You whispered.

Silently, he opened his legs. His good hand smoothed his trousers. You noticed the holster on his thigh was empty, you looked at him. “Back in the car, can’t have you and I having an accident.”

Nodding, you continued to let your hands move higher caressing his thighs. You looked at him through your lashes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

You slipped down to the floor easily finding your place between his legs.

He nodded. “Yeah but I’m enjoying the sight of you.” His lips curled. “Between my legs, is the perfect place for you.”

“I enjoy being here.” You felt good.

*****

“He was creepy as fuck. But we’ll get him. No one breaks my fucking arm.”

Your stomach churned, in a bad way. From the sounds of it, this Munch guy, had issues. He didn’t seem to care.

This was not good, his tip tickled the back of your throat. It made tears prickle your eyes. You had to distract yourself from what you heard. You worried for Gator. This man sounded more terrifying then Roy.

You hollowed your lips taking him deeper. Easily you controlled your breathing. Your brushed up against the wiry curls that nestled his base. His length, how it felt as he slid between your lips made ache and need increase between your legs.

Hearing a moan breaking his lips you glanced up at from under your lashes at him. Your excitement soaked your panties. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and his lips were parted. His breathing shallowed. The slicked back strands became unruly.

You slid him from your mouth with a pop. Still holding him. “You going to last Gator?” Your lips grazing his tip as you spoke. “Last time, you came uncontrollably on me and in my mouth.”

You hummed thoughtfully as you just sucked on his tip. You could feel as his body tightened.

“Oh, I can last tulip

His moans grew louder. You moaned yourself around his length as you felt his good hand, his fingers nestled in your hair, gently pulling.

“Even now, you are going to smart mouth me.” Glancing at him, you saw that his lids had grown heavy, his eyes half closed as they met yours. His fingers tightened making you whimper louder around his hard length.

“Do I need to shove my cock down your throat so you choke on it?” His voice had grown even raspier.

It elicited pleasure from you, making you moan at his words. They fueled you desire. You increased your pace as you bobbed up and down his length. Taking him deeper, some salvia and spit escaped your mouth, wetting the wiry dark curls.

A chuckle, came from him. “Aw, there you go. No smart words.”

His fingers caressed where they laid on your head. You pressed your thighs together. You longed to reach down and give yourself some relief. But you didn’t dare. He deserved this after what that psychopath did to him.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” He mumbled above you, he trembled. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you..” His words trailed off, only incoherent moans and his harsh breathing could be heard.

A soft sound escaped from you as you felt him shake before he spurting into your mouth. He was tangy and sweet. Eagerly, you took it all. You struggled a bit but managed to swallow it all.

Sighing, you say back on your ankles and licked your lips. You watched as he inhaled deeply, rapidly. His lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he sat up a little straighter, his eyes met yours and a small smile spread across his face.

“Damn,” He licked his lips. “that felt amazing.”

You smiled, you couldn’t stop your self from wiggling where you sat under his gaze. It did little to help your ache.

“Aw, my tulip is all flushed from sucking me off.” His lips curled, as he quickly tucked away his softening member and fastened his trousers. “Aw, did sucking my cock get you all achy and needy baby?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Yes.” Desperation, cloaked your voice.

“As you should be. Come up here and straddle me.” He patted his lap.

Your legs trembled and shook as you rose. You eyed, his broken arm before looking back at him.

“I’ll manage. Now do what I said before I change my mind.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, as he swallowed. “I’m sure I have somewhere I need to be.”

You braced yourself on one of his shoulders as you straddled him.

******

You tucked yourself into the corner of the diner. You had no desire to attempt cooking. Turmoil, churned in your stomach. It had been two days since Gator had been on your doorstep and you kneeled between his legs.

Did he really have that kind of strangle hold on you, that you missed him. Seventy - two hours ago, his name would have not passed your lips and now, your body ached for him.

“Sweetie, you look like you could use some pie.” The waitress said, sweetly and placed a slice of pumpkin in front of you with a heaping of whipped cream.

You smiled up at her. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t have.” Her simple act of kind really stuck you.

Her smile grew warmer. “Halloween, doesn’t have to always have tricks. Sometimes its the treats that mean the most. Now eat up dearie.”

You smiled and nodded. That’s when it hit you, that it was freaking Halloween. How had time passed and it almost slipped by you. You gobbled up the slice as you were stuck with an idea.

******

With a few ooofs and a handful of umpffffs, you carried one of the larger pumpkins from the farm stand to your car. You knew you’d find one, only had taken you about twenty minutes of driving around.

With a few muttered curses you then managed to carry it into your aunt’s house. You finally placed it on large, kitchen table. With a roll of your shoulders you went back closed the front door. A crisp breeze blew in, it sliced right through your hoodie, it made you shiver and pause.

Shoving your hands into the large pocket, you stood there at the clear night. The moon was a silver disk and the stars twinkled. It was the kind of Halloween, you would have wished for when you were younger.

Sighing you finally closed the door. Going over to your laptop, you cued up the hotspot and after a few clicks you found and rented one of your all time favorite horror movies, Halloween. The music still gave you chills when you heard it.

******

Jumping, you looked over at your window. Once again Gator’s tapping on your window.

He covered his mouth laughing. Shaking your head you went to your window. Opening it, you scowled at him.

“Scaring me again, Gator and laughing.” Huffing, you hugged yourself. “I should just let you climb back down and sneak back to your house.”

He held up a copy of Halloween and a flask. Your brow furrowed. “Isn’t that your father’s flask?”

He nodded.

You pressed your lips together.

“Mission accomplished. Now let me in.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright.” And you stepped aside.

******

That had been the first time whiskey passed your lips. It burned and tingled. It filled the two of you with giggles.

You had thought you were so smooth pushing a towel in the gap between your bedroom door and your floor. You still could feel the relief that you had heard the floorboards creak moments before the knob turned.

Gator and scuttled under your bed. You snapped off the tv and practically leap onto your bed and under your covers before the door had opened.

Your mother’s fingers fluttered across your forehead as you pretended to be fast asleep. You had heard her worry of you being warm. That perhaps, the chill of autumn had taken ahold of you.

She lingered a little longer as she grabbed some clothes you had tossed in haste and with creaking floorboards, she left shutting the door behind her.

Gator, scrambled and pulled himself up and leaned on the edge of you bed. His elbows, dug into your blanket and mattress. That little bit and he made your bed dip.

“Boy, that was close.” He had whispered as one of his hands cradled his cheek.

“It was.” Your heart was beating hard in your chest.

******

As you grabbed grabbed one of the large spoons. You could have sworn you saw something move just beyond the kitchen window. Shaking your head you went back to the pumpkin and soon, began scooping out the seeds and stringy pumpkin bits. Wrinkling your nose, you had forgotten what the inside of a pumpkin smelled like. You went back to scooping.

Distantly, Donald Pleasance’s voice drifted over to you. Wiping your hands on the towel that sat beside the pumpkin you dashed to your laptop to watch one of your favorite scenes from the movie.

“I spent eight years trying to reach him. And then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind those boys eyes was purely and simply evil.”

The curtains became transparent as lights flickered and shone on them before the lights snapped off. You could have sworn your heard something. You stilled but swallowing you got up and crept over and peaked out from the edge of the curtain.

A chill ran down your spine as the figure drew closer. They were clad in dark clothes. You barely could make them out their form in the inky black of the night.

Spotting the mask over their face and you gasped, was that a Jack Skellington mask? You couldn’t move. You felt rooted as they walked right over to you. You attempted to back up but your feet wouldn’t move and your hand clutched at your curtain. Your heart picked up speed.

They stopped in front of you, moving their masked face which gave your even further chills they tapped the glass.

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A/N ::: I want Draken to throw me around like I'm a fuckin' ragdoll, beat my ass like I came home late for dinner one too many times, and rail me like it's our last night on earth (but it won't be, obviously because no. I'm not ready for that.) Also, I never go on about stuff I write, but I am quite proud of this. I hope you guys like it! <3

C/W ::: Draken x F.reader, obviously language and overuse of italics (is that even a question with my stuff anymore?), jealousy, distrust, jaw grabbing, wrist grabbing, dragging by wrist, throwing onto bed, spanking, pussy juice and spit swallowing, oral M->F, slight possessiveness but it's for a good reason?, lmk if I missed anything. Thanks!

WC ::: 1,721

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @darkstarlight82

You had the day from hell. When you walked in the door of your house, you immediately felt a little better. You could hear your boyfriend talking and laughing. Figuring that he was there with Mikey, Baji or another one of the guys. They'd help cheer you up, for sure.

"I'm h- ... h-hi, honey … I'm home. Who's this?" You asked Ken, trying to maintain a neutral face at the newcomer in your space.

"This is a friend from the bike shop. Shinichiro introduced us." Your face fell. "Hey, I'll catch up with you later, yeah? See you at the shop sometime this week. Thanks for hangin' out, though."

She pursed her lips and pointed at you, giving him the universal sign for 'I hope I didn't get you into any trouble.' Draken shook his head and walked her to the door. "Bye."

And then he turned to you.

"Hi. How was your day." He said, words void of emotion.

You tipped your weight to one hip and crossed your arms. "Great. My day was ... just ... fuckin' great. Thanks for asking. I'm gonna go lay down."

Draken started to follow you. "Great. I could use a nap, too. Let's go." He looked down at your hand pressed against his chest and raised his eyebrows at your blatant disregard at his trying to be with you right now.

"Nnno, alone."

"You really think I'm going to let you get away with this shit? You think I'm going to let you skulk away all pissy-like? C'mere. NOW." He used the tone. The voice that always made you listen. But today you just didn't have it in you to be compliant. "Hey, I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, princess. Get. Your. Ass. Over. Here. Now."

The sheer amount of defiance that coursed through your veins was no match for his absolute authority over you. So you turned on your heel and faced him, but you couldn't make eye contact.

"Good girl. So," he got close to your ear, nudging it with his nose, "you gonna tell me what this shit is all about? You gonna tell me what's bothering my pretty baby so much?" He brushed your hair from your shoulder and kissed your collarbone all the way up to your neck. "Because I don't think anything bad happened here. I was just sitting, talking to a friend, in our house. And you mean to tell me that you have a problem with that? Hm-mm. That's just not going to fly."

You kept your eyes trained on the floor. "Look at me." Draken said. "Fuckin' ... look at me." He pulled you close and grabbed you by the jaw, making you look at him. Your eyes on his. "There's my pretty baby girl. Ok, so what can we do about this seed of doubt that's growing inside that crazy little brain of yours?"

Against any and all control you had over your body, you could feel yourself heating up. The way he was handling this situation that you're blowing way out of proportion. The way he's handling you.

"Come with me. C'mon, let's go." Draken grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into the bedroom. You stumbled behind him trying to make it harder for him to get you to follow, but he would always win the game of strength. He's easily twice as strong as you.

He flung you around and threw you down on the bed. "What's your problem? You think that I meet some new girl and I'm going to fuck 'er? You think that because I meet any ... other ... girl ... and that's it? I'm going to turn into some asshole that cheats on the girl he loves? Mm-mm. No. That's not acceptable to me. You should know better than that, princess. I can't believe that you're doubting me." Draken glowered down at you. "You're my girl. That's all there is to it. That being said, I am ALLOWED to talk to other girls. But that doesn't mean anything. That doesn't mean shit. YOU ... are mine. And right now, what's mine, is acting like a real fuckin' brat. And that means that I have to tame that shit out of you. Which is a little - just a little - disappointing. Because I thought I fucked all of that out of you over a year ago. But it just keeps croppin' up, doesn't it? Take your clothes off."

You looked up at him from where you were on the bed. "Wh-," you tried. But he wouldn't have any of it.

"Take ... your ... clothes ... off. Did I stutter? No, I don't think so. I need to fuck some sense into you, my jealous baby." A wicked smile crept across his face as he stood there and waited for you to do what he said.

You took your clothes off and as you stood there, feeling more naked in front of him than even the first time he saw you this way, you could feel yourself getting wet. Your cheeks were hot and your belly was now home to more than one butterfly.

"Ok, good, good." He sat down on the edge of the bed and stuck his hand out for you to come to him. "Lay down on my lap, ass up, princess. We're going to reestablish who each of us belongs to and hopefully, hopefully, you will know that your place is right fucking next to me. Always. Not behind me, beside me. Yeah? WITH ... ME. It would appear need to beat some of the brat out of you." He whispered against your shoulder, "Ok, bay ... bee?"

You whimpered against the bedspread as his hand came down on your ass, the sound of his hand slapping the fattest part of you resounding throughout the space. He smoothed his palm over the red mark that was slowly appearing against your skin. "How was that? You feeling any less bratty?"

Raising your head to answer him, he spanked you again. "Ooohhh, too slow, baby. And anyway, I already know the answer is 'no.' So we're no where near done here. Just so you're aware. Do you expect me to just stop talking to my friends? Well, let me clarify ... To other girls? Because that's just crazy.

And, by the way, I love you. I love you more than anything in this entire world. You are everything to me. And you're being a little bit of an asshole right now. I'm sorry if you feel insecure or whatever. But I'm not going to give in to your tantrum. Ok? Now lay back down. And let me get to work on you."

He rubbed his hand over your back and you could feel him readjust himself, and then the smack of his hand on your ass came again and again. He leaned forward and kissed the back of your neck, his hand trailing down your spine.

"I love you, princess. I love you ... so fucking much." His fingers dipped inside you and you gasped. "Look at you. You're so fuckin' wet. God, you're such a little slut. You're so wet for me, baby. Good girl. But why is it when I'm beating your ass, trying to teach you a lesson about why you shouldn't be a bad girl, you're suddenly a good girl? I don't know. Do you like this? Do you like when I'm so fuckin' rough with you that you don't know what to do? Hm? I know you like it. I can feel you dripping on my fucking fingers."

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth. "Suck my fingers, baby. Taste what jealousy tastes like, you little bitch. Yeah, my needy little bitch loves how jealousy tastes, don't you? Huh?"

You moaned against his fingers as he pressed them down against your tongue, your eyes rolling back in your head. "Fuck, you're such a good little slut. Look at you. Such a good girl ... but only when I'm disciplining you. Why is that, do you think? Do you think it's because you like getting spanked? You like being treated like a little baby? You like being my little baby? Yeah, you fuckin' sure do."

Draken pulled you up from the bed and sat you in his lap. He looked around your shoulder and assessed the damage he'd inflicted to your ass, letting out a low whistle. "So, so pretty for me." He smoothed his hands over your heated skin. "But maybe next time I'll make sure that it's a little less ... hm. What do you think, baby?" He asked you, yanking your hair to the side and biting your neck. "What do you think?"

You looked at him with big eyes, pleading with him for more, and he just chuckled. "No, I don't think so, princess. You need to remember who you belong to. And I think that's been established. And now it's time for me to make you cum ... or not. I don't know yet. We'll just have to see where the fuck takes us." He flipped you onto your back and buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit until you were moaning his name.

"Good girl. Good baby. You taste so good. I could eat you forever and ever and never get tired of it." He licked your slit and you felt yourself start to fall apart. "Whose girl are you, now? Whose good girl are you? Say it, say my fuckin' name, princess. Say it!"

You moaned out his name in the most slutty, absolutely fucked voice he had ever heard from you. He smiled into your cunt, though you'd never know that. He couldn't have you knowing that.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!! Show me how much you love me! Show me how much you know you belong to me!" He stuck his tongue inside your pussy and flicked it in and out and you couldn't hold on anymore. You came against his face, screaming his name as your body convulsed in pleasure.

He sat up, licking the mess you left away from his face and clenched his jaw, and he nodded as he patted your still twitching cunt.

"Such a good girl. My good girl. Open your mouth, brat. Stick your tongue out." He spit on your tongue and you swallowed it without even being told to. "MY. GOOD. GIRL. Don't you fuckin' forget it."

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NSFW Alphabet Headcannon | Kizzy

Author's Note | I love Kizzy and Kaito, despite their Sadistic and Masochistic ways. I adore them. So I'm happy that I get to write Kizzy (I rolled the wheel, originally it landed on Cobra but I already wrote Cobra) I'm so excited! I typically write Kizzy as a they/them but for this, I wrote her as a she/her because I absolutely love her. Shoulda named myself "Kizzy's Future Wife".

Warnings | Do I really need to say this? It's smut. It's in the title.

Masterlist High & Low

A - Aftercare

Kizzy is a goddess at aftercare, we're talking about a person who takes care of herself. Despite her sadistic tendacies, she takes pleasure in caring for her partner. Majority of the aftercare is Kizzy cuddling and asking if you are ok.

B - Body Part

Kizzy's favorite body part of yours is everything. She sees no flaws in you as she believes you are perfect. But if she really had to choose a body part, its your face. She loves seeing your face when she does something random.

C - Cum

For Kizzy, she doesn't really care. She likes messes, she prefers you as a mess. How much cum is around the room, isn't really what bothers her.

D - Dirty Secret

She is way too into seeing you wear short clothes. For some reason it turns her on a lot. If you're wearing short shorts, a short skirt, a short top, or even a short jacket she'll be all over you. Best believe if you had a date, not anymore.

E - Experience

She isn't as experienced with women as she is with men (Kaito obviously <3) but she does surprisingly well. She doesn't act like a pro during the times you spend together but she is kind of cocky.

F - Favorite Position

69 and face sitting. It's no lie that Kizzy loves making sure you both have the equal amount but occasionally she does want one or the other person to have more pleasure. Depends on who's day was bad.

G - Goofy

Not serious at all, she will be making you giggle like it's a middle school gossip group. But when she is serious, its a quiet session.

H - Hair

CARE FREE DOWN THERE BABY! Kizzy will sometimes shave down there, but it is rare and it doesn't necessarily bother you (or kaito ;)) as it's a natural thing and you shouldn't feel embarrassed by it.

I - Intimacy

She can be romantic when she wants to be or she can be chaotic. Majority of the time she's a hard struck romantic, wanting nothing but the best for you. Other times, she's a chaotic romantic, meaning you will be finding rose petals everywhere for at least a week because she decided to tear the flowers to shreds.

J - Jacking Off

Kizzy does this more than she'd like to admit, she does it when you aren't around because she misses your touch. She also does it when you send her pics. ;)

K - Kink

Sadism, this is a given seeing as how she enjoyed beating a guy down. Though she wouldn't ever treat you badly unless you asked. Praise and Degradation kinks. Kizzy loves receiving praises and degrades, she also loves giving them. You could be doing anything and she'd whisper how much of a good girl you are.

L - Location

Preferably a couch, bed, or bath tub / shower. But Kizzy will settle for a car too, she would have you laying across the seat, legs wide open and her hands going to work whilst her mouth in on your neck.

M - Motivation

It takes nothing to make Kizzy the way she is, you could be doing anything and she would want to bang you right there on the spot. Cooking? Bang. Eating? Bang. Getting dressed? Bang bang bang!

N - No

Non consensual stuff. As she worked in Doubt, she grew a fear of non-consensual acts during sex. It made her really uncomfortable and she never wanted to act that out to her lover(s). She's also not into somnophilia as it makes her extremely uncomfortable.

O - Oral

Absolutely gives and receives. She gives more than she receives as she loves giving pleasure to the person she loves, it's very warming. She does it more than once in a session just to see you squirm under her.

P - Pace

Kizzy is not one for slow paced acts, as being slow during sex is hard for her. She is more of a quick pace kind of gal with you. Now she can do slow, but that is usually rough. Let's just say... legs shaking.

Q - Quickies

These are not as common as you'd think. She prefers to do it with you for long hours, not minutes. If she does settle for a quickie, it's simply because she has something to do within the next few minutes or she won't be with you until late at night.

R - Risk

Reputation? Kizzy barely cares about that, all she really cares about is making sure you are safe and also making sure that Rocky doesn't think she's abusing women in any type of way. She wouldn't though. I mean it's pretty easy to hear you guys when you live right above Club Haven.

S - Stamina

Baby, you gon' last a long time. Kizzy has a lot of stamina in her, especially during sexy time. It's actually quite surprising to you on how she manages to make you lose your mind with her still being able to breathe and wanting even more of you.

T - Toy

She does use toys on you such as strap on's and vibrators, but this is just so she can see your reactions. She's quite the magician with these toys as no matter what she does, they always feel amazing.

U - Unfair

She's only really ever unfair when she's being sadistic towards you. She enjoys watching you whine while you guys are at it, her hands all over your body as you squirm, firmly keeping you in place riding her thigh.

V - Volume

She allows you to be as loud as you need to be. Why be ashamed of getting something really good? By the time you guys are finished, the whole club has already heard you guys. Even Rocky, who doesn't like intruding on his friends, looks at you guys in bewilderment.

W - Wild Card

She will try any sex position with you as long as you are comfortable with trying it. Almost all the time its her asking, but on rare occasions you also ask. If you like a certain position, she will make that a routine. If you don't, she crosses it off her list. She wants to make sure that she knows what you like and what you don't like.

X - X-Ray

Kizzy doesn't have a dick but she does have dildos ranging in all sizes. I say so.

Y - Yearning

She enjoys coming back after a long day, turning on the shower and asking you to join her. 90% of the time this turns in her fucking you relentlessly as you try to stay quiet. If it isn't in the shower, she waits for you to get back and will allow you to go down on her if you want.

Z - Zzz

Depending on who does the aftercare. If she does it, she won't fall asleep until she hears your breathing soften and the snores. It makes her feel even more safe knowing that you are okay. If it's you who does the aftercare, you both fall asleep in each others arms, knowing you are both safe.

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