#because we are literally all screaming at you to hop off of it now

[incarnateirony]

yo!!! holla

those of you still following this apeshit thread of fractal eternity and liking my posts recently, I SEE YOU, APPRECIATE YOU, AND AM SIMULTANEOUSLY VERY SORRY YOU'RE STUCK ON THIS HONKAI STAR RAIL UNTIL MY EX GETS OFF MY DICK, BUT I DONE SNAPPED GABRIEL STYLE

#spit it out son game's over #you've got blood all over #and you won't burn the body #you just keep riding it #while your family builds an altar to my dick against my will #because we are literally all screaming at you to hop off of it now #your shadow is screaming still #even if you look away #your ancestors are screaming #and building toilet paper tartarus in your certified shitbowl #fucking literally shealyn how many deers to the car does it take #let us go #what is wrong with you #why can't you accept yourself #even when we shove the superbowl up your pussy #since you won't get off my dick #you already confirmed hearing yourself screaming in childbirth of your pyramidheads #you brought home the moon for us #why won't you fucking stop

[imababblekat]

Chase

Anon Request, “Funny ask here! An expert free runner (jumping from building to building) catches the turtles on camera. The boys planned to do the same intimidation act like with April but are shocked when they jet off managing to keep a good distance. Then once they think they have them cornered on a construction site the boys fall through the building roof landing in waist high wet concrete. Looking down at them the runner blows them a kiss before taking off. (P.S. their cool though and just keep the photo as a momento)How do the 4 react to seeing them again when they literally bump into each other on the rooftops?”

 ◌ Part Two ◌

~xXx~

You hadn’t intentionally meant to take a picture of the turtles. If anything it was their fault they ended up in your shot. After finishing a course you’d been aiming at for over a week, you thought it’d be a great moment to capture, but hadn’t expected to catch anyone else in the background of your roof top photo. Much less those anyone’s being four mutant ninja turtles. It was the squak of surprise at the sudden flash of your mini Polaroid that alerted you to them.

Seeing the turtles left you somewhere between an intriguing shock and confused fear, even if seeing one of them rapidly rub at their flashed eyes while over exaggerate about how they burned did indeed give you a little giggle. There wasn’t much time to process the whiplash of emotions however, as one of them, clad in red and quite burly out of the bunch, came marching your way. Not a word had a chance of making its way from their lips, as your body did what it was trained so hard to do, making a mad dash across the old market roof top. Just like that, the four brothers found themselves in a sudden grand chase. “Great job, Raph!”, Leo snapped at said aggravated terrapin, making easy work of hopping over a fenced roof. “I ain’t even do anythin’! It’s your fault!”, Raph retaliated, vaulting over some exterior vents. “Oh, and how is that exactly?!” “You’re the one who gave us the all clear!” Bouncing from wall to wall as the group followed you down into an old parking garage Donnie interjected between the two argumentative brothers. “Guy’s is now really the time?! We kind of have something urgent on our hands.” “Yeah! Like how I can’t see their sick moves because my eyes are still having a disco party!”, Mikey continued to blink rapidly, nearly missing the open edge if not for Donnie giving him aid with his staff. Rolling his own eyes, Leo brushed off the youngest, keeping track of your movements as you scaled your way into a construction building across the way. “Come on, let’s get this over with. There’s no where to go past that building, we’ll catch them there.” All the years of free running across New York, you’d never felt as thrilled as you did now. Sure, it was still terrifying in a way being chased by four giant creatures who were quite nimble despite their enormous size, but you had to be honest in the way their pursuit brought on an adrenaline like no other. They put your skills to the test in a way you could never personally do yourself, and as you swung from a bar into another construction building, you felt elation rush through your body. At least, till you found yourself caught in between a rock and a hard place, staring at a concrete solid wall with no where to escape. Hearing the collective sounds of heavy foot falls, you quickly turned around to find the four beings surrounding the only path you’d have of escape. Seeing the glares upon their faces, your racing heart now beat rapidly for a different reason. Taking a moment to even his breathing, Leonardo stepped forward, watching your reactions carefully. “We’re not going to hurt you. Just. . .don’t scream.”, he spoke as calmly as he could, hands raised to show he had no misleading intentions. You said nothing, just continued to take control of your own breathing as your eyes shifted between him and his brothers. “I’m Leonardo, and these are-“ “I’m Michelangelo, but you can just call me Mikey!”, the orange banded turtle cut in, shoving past his brother and winking at you. “The guy in purple is Donatello, and the one in red who mean mugged you is Raphael! What’s your name angel? I say angel, because there’s no way you could have crossed those alleyways so eloquently without a pair of wings~.” “Mikey!”, all three other brothers shouted in unison. “What?!” With a light groan, Donnie reminded him of their current objective. “We’re here to get the photo. Not you a love interest.” “Oooooh right, the photo!” Your eyes shifted from Raphael, back to Mikey as he moved closer, three fingered hand reaching out. Sifting into your pocket it didn’t take long to pull out the small square picture. Despite it being exposed and grainy in some parts, the tangibility of the photo and the story it now held caused a surprising sorrow in your heart to have to depart with it. Yet, gazing back up to the four mutants before you, you understood why they’d want it. With the way you reacted, who could imagine how others might to their discovery. You met Mikey half way, extending your own hand to give him the small photo, fingers lightly brushing the other. All of a sudden, a loud crack was heard, and all five of you stood frozen. Before anyone could blink, the floor caved in, the four brothers descending down into dust and debris, and you with quick reflexes pressing tight back against the concrete wall. Once the clouded air had settled, you quickly peaked over into the newly established hole, a surge of worry for the ninja quartet. Relief washed through as you caught sight of the brothers who had landed in a mucky puddle, most likely sore from the fall but seemingly fine otherwise. As the boys groaned and started another round of arguing with one another, you suddenly remembered the photo and quickly checked your closed fist to find it still there. Carefully bringing the picture before you to look at once more, a thought had emerged. This was the most fun you had in long time, the most alive you’ve felt in a while. Recalling the kind smile Mikey had given you and Leo’s mindful approach as to not frighten you, you considered the growing idea in your mind even more. Making up your mind, you gently tucked the photo back into your pocket with a gleeful grin. You swore to yourself that night to never show anyone that picture, but as long as you held on to it, you knew you’d eventually wind up seeing the turtles again. With that, you skipped from the tiny ledge along the wall, and whistled to catch the turtles’ attention. “Bye boys! It was nice meeting you!” Loud shouts and scrambling could be heard as each one clambered over the other, slipping back and forth into the deep puddle in an effort to get up and to you, but by the time they’d get themselves straightened out, you’d be long gone with anticipating hope of the next chase.

~xXx~

#bayverse tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt #bayverse raphael x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse michelangelo x reader #bayverse mikey x reader #bayverse leonardo x reader #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #tmnt x reader #aged up tmnt #anon request #imababblekat's writing

[impishjesters]

Jax-in-a-box

warning(s): mentioned spicy jokes/comments note(s): (In response to the request) We don't have Jack in the box around here so I actually had to google it, thought it sounded familiar lol A/N: This idea was so cute and I had so much fun writing it. It is sort of implied the reader is attached to said box, but not how. But now I am imagining them hopping around like the Pixar lamp so that’s hilarious. If you want more hc's of the reader detached from the box feel free to send in another request~ request: I'm requesting a Jax x reader (crushing and actual relationship stage if possible) where they are kinda Jack in the box theme (no not like the restaurant mascot, I was telling my friend about this idea/request and she thought I was talking about him 😭) So the reader is the tallest of the group and has long hair, similar to the rope-likeness to Ragatha’s hair and they also have very stretchy arms and can do a bunch of things with them (wrap one of them completely around a person, can reach the top of the tent etc.) The reader also likes to stay in their box most of the time since it's dark and peaceful but isn't like antisocial, likes to hang out with the others and does light hearted pranks on them (Jax included, no one is safe).

Crushing Stage

You aren’t on the same level of jackassery or prankage that Jax is, but you do have a knack for more light-hearted pranks and that’s admirable because he always gets a good laugh out of whoever you prank.

Though that’s not saying much, all of them have been subjected to a jumpscare or two by you, trying to approach you when you are in your box really is unpredictable.

Like did you not hear them or are you intentionally trying to jumpscare someone? (It’s usually the first one, the walls aren’t thick but they can muffle when someone is trying to directly talk to you.)

Actually, the first time you scared Jax it was completely unintentional. Sometimes you sort of just, blend into the scenery when your box is tucked alongside other stuff. You didn’t even know he was there when you popped out and just, scared him.

Fortunately for him, nobody else was around because the sound that left him was priceless. He hates it (affectionately) that you use that to tease him every now and then.

Another time that you startled (read: scared) him was when you were hanging off the ground, he hadn’t been aware you were quite literally hanging around until you dropped down, the box making a comically loud noise in the process. (Which is funny because that time others were around, luckily Jax didn’t scream.)

The more he gets comfortable with you the more he finds himself leaning against your box during group socializing time or even letting you wrap one of your arms around him and yoink him around (usually out of harm’s way, Caine’s games are too much sometimes)

In the fashion that “a boy tugs on a girl’s hair because he likes her”, Jax has very much tugged your hair—it’s long and there’s a lot of it so it doesn’t always get in the box when you close the top. So parts stick out and he’s definitely let that part of his brain act on the “what if I just..yank it?”

Afterward, he just does it because he likes that your attention turns directly on him. It’s never a violent tug or anything, just enough to get your eyes on him.

Dating Stage

Not too much changes when the two of you start dating. There are still pranks but the two of you are closer and whatnot.

However, there is the new addition of more risque jokes/comments, such as the comment about whether cranking the handle on your box does something. (The first joke happens whether those kinds of comments discomfort you or not, though he’ll stop if they do. But if they don’t? Oh boy, expect so many awful jokes.)

At first, he had no opinion, but he kinda likes that you’re taller than him. The only other person is Kinger and he’s usually hunched over.

He finds your stretchy arms to be both useful and entertaining, though seeing them stretch to extreme lengths kinda bugs him out. (which is ironic because he’s a stretchy toy himself)

Along with leaning against your box, now he’s more comfortable actually sitting on it, or rather the ledge of it when it’s open.

He’s definitely sat on it while it was closed before though, you may or may not have accidentally thrown him off. (he’s irritated, but honestly, he should’ve seen that coming)

On occasion when the gang is stuck playing some dumb game that he’s not really paying attention to, he’ll sit on the ledge of your box and mess with your hair. It’s similar to Ragatha’s but longer and it’s a nice time-waster just seeing what he can do with it.

Since you tend to stay in your box more than your actual room, it makes finding you at times a pain. Sometimes Jax gives up, sometimes he asks where someone saw you last, and sometimes he just yells out. The first few times it’s all fun and games but afterward, he just gets irritated, it’s like you move around just to piss him off.

For whatever reason in the beginning he never questioned how exactly you worked, you know, being in a box, or part of a box? Expect plenty of questions and the occasional attempted peek into your box to see if you have legs (maybe a spring?) or not. (he’s not trying to be dirty he’s just intrigued.)

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #jax #jax x reader #tadc jax

[weebsinstash]

I would ruin him. (Clark)

My Adventures With Superman Clark hits me as the kind of yandere where you fuck him after a few casual drinks because he's just so cute and dorky like just the nerdiest shy little hunk you can't help but spank his bubble butt and ride him till he's about to cry and then later on you find out you took his virginity and that casual fucking doesn't exist in his world and he wants you as a serious partner now and won't really take no for an answer

Like lowkey he gives me Izuku energy with how he's, a sweet dedicated uwu baby (like motherfucker LITERALLY makes the cat mouth in one episode) but can be an absolute menace when you upset him or rather, when he's worried for your wellbeing. You can scream and yell and say the most awful things to him and he won't raise a hand against you but if anyone hurt you... well. I mean. They'll be grievously injured is all I'm saying.

Just the idea of absolutely wrecking his shit in bed just like really giving it to him and blowing his poor lil country boy mind as you permanantly punch the hole in that v card of his and afterwards you're just, back at the office like it's nothing, thinking you just got some amazing dick but nothing else, meanwhile he thinks you're like. Dating now 😭 god could you even imagine if you two start regularly getting coffees or like, doing small things together, and you just take it as like hanging out platonically and, he thinks you're going on dates and are officially dating and one day he just outright catches you with another man and is CRUSHED that you basically just say "what??? We had a one night stand, I thought that was just a casual thing?? Bro you thought us hanging out as friends was a date????"

Clark going home taking off his glasses to cry in front of his shrine of photos of you with candles and everything 😭 he's kept receipts from getting coffee or catching a movie together, bought a tube of the same kind of hand cream you use so he can have something that smells like you and also uses it too (it's good stuff, thanks for the unintentional recommendation!), he's got like notebooks with flowcharts and ideas for future potential dates, all sorts of personal notes about you, what you like, plans for the future together, some real over the top shit, bro is practically planning for marriage

You could quit your job to avoid this man and he'd be stalking you as Superman but I think it'd be hilarious if you said "Clark I know that's you :/" just, almost right away. Or, he gets on your good side as Superman while you avoid him as Clark, so, some real miraculous ladybug love triangle shit. LMAOOO imagine going to let Supes get in those guts because you think he's so hunky and cute and he's like absolutely blowing your back out, really taking charge, it's amazing, and you flip him over and it's. Seeing him on his back with his hair all tossled already with him inside of you that THEN you're like "oh shit CLARK???" but like he won't let you hop off until you've both finished either 😩❤️

He's just so. Cute and young in this new show. I want to like. Be the milf neighbor he chases after. I want to invite him in for some lemonade after he helps cut my grass and I suck him off so good he comes back every single week to "help me around the house" 👌 I fix his glasses and ruffle his hair as he leaves my front step with a blush. I wave to him with a wine glass in hand in my fuzzy pink robe and thank him for 'fixing my plumbing' and that I'll see him again Tuesday 💅

#yandere x reader #yandere superman #sinprompts #yandere stuff #going to martha kents bookclub at her house only to sneak off and get railed by her son

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

“everything’s going to be okay, i promise.”

swiss ghoul x gn! reader

warnings: mention of suicidal thoughts, past sh scars, thoughts of relapse, relapsing, ed, etc.

- buckle up bitches, i’m sad, so this is sad. this little blurb is exactly how i feel rn.

——past memory/flashback

//switch pov/person

————————————————————————

The screams felt overwhelming at the end, and you have no idea why. They soon we’re blurred and you barely remember even leaving the stage and being the first one on the bus.

Everything was going so well. The rituals were amazing as usual but suddenly you got that feeling.

That feeling where you can’t anymore. That feeling that takes over your entire body, controls it.

You recalled getting this feeling in the middle of the tour while hanging out in one of the ghouls’ hotel.

You guys planned on watching many movies that night but yours didn’t last long.

It was during the 2nd movie, a triggering scene came on. The scene almost being the exact same situation you bad time through.

That causing you to be zoned out throughout the entire night, staring off into space. During that, these thoughts came back. Too many thoughts.

You felt suffocated. Not because of the ghoul pile, never, but these malicious needs egged you on more and more.

Your breathing picked up and you knew Swiss noticed since he was literally on you. You tried you best to calm down but nothing worked.

Swiss moved himself to turn to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed. He was between your legs, his head was resting on you abdomen.

He placed his hand on your thigh, and gave you a look, asking you quietly if you’re okay. You felt yourself get choked up, and shook your head.

Swiss removed himself from you and you quickly sat up, breathing. You slowly felt yourself become disgusted with your reaction and you frowned.

Swiss went to comfort you but without noticing him, you went to leave.

You quickly hopped over each ghoul and announced how you felt tired and wanted to get some rest. Everyone except swiss said goodnight and love you’s, not taking notice of your disheveled body. You took your leave and carried to your room.

Swiss sat there confused, multiple thoughts going through his head. Then it hit him, he wasn’t too sure, but was almost positive.

The scene from the movie. He knew you’ve struggled with suicidal intentions since you’ve joined the clergy. All the ghouls knew because it was easy to sense someone’s feelings..including blood.

The first time they’ve ever smelt blood on you was one of the second band practices you were in since summoned. Definitely confused but never said anything.

Through the months, of course growing close, it obvious you struggled, but one day, Aether had mentioned something to everyone when you had left.

——

Aether had his mouth open and his eyes were on the ground, wavering. Sodo took notice, “What are you doing?”

Aether closed his mouth and gulped. His mind was in distraught, “I-..i knew something was wrong but…”

All the ghouls now gathered around, confused and interested. A tear fell from aethers eye, sometimes he hated being a quintessence ghoul. He had heard your thoughts and felt the urge you felt. The want. The need. The need to release and how you were going to do it.

His hands shook, “Y/n…i felt..” Aether took a deep breath, “remember when we smelt blood on them?” He looked up at them all, a tear fell once more.

Everyone froze, seemingly knowing what he was going on about because of his tears. It was silent for awhile, until swiss broke it, “are you sure.?”

Aether nodded, “i heard and felt everything as soon as they were packing up… it was..gut wrenching.”

They all kept that moment to themselves, not wanting to lose any trust they barely built up yet.

——

Swiss sat in silence as he stared where you once stood in-front of them.

He recalled when he first saw scars on your legs. All of you in the ghoul lounge and in a cuddle pile, his head on your lap. You had been wearing shorts, but they had ridden up without you noticing.

At first, he saw a big one just above your knee, assuming it was just from hell. But, he saw another one travel up farther up your thigh. And then more scattered in one spot. He lifted his head up and saw on both legs.

He had let a shuddered breath and from that moment he promised to take care of you and finally break the loneliness of pain you we’re in.

//

once you had made it to you hotel room, you crashed.

Sliding down the door, tears falling rapidly.

‘why now..i was doing so good,’ you sobbed as you thought that, “i was doing so good..” you barely managed to get out.

You didn’t even make it to the bed, just laying sprawled out on the floor, hiccuping. Your claws were scratching at your skin, deep marks seeping out blood.

‘please please, don’t do it, you were doing so good,’ you silently said to yourself. Having to beg your urge to not do it, you didn’t even have your blade, only having your claws.

They hurt more then you can imagine, not the same but you can’t help but think you deserve it. Deserve this pain.

A gentle yet firm knock at your door made you jump. You froze, not knowing what to do.

“..Y/n? It’s Swiss,” Swiss. Your eyes widen as you quickly got up. Frantically searching for a hoodie.

As you were digging through your bags, swiss continued, “please let me in.. i don’t want you too-..” he cut himself off. You shook your head at yourself for being obvious but finally found your hoodie.

Swiss heard you shuffling and bit his lip in worry. what we’re you doing? why were you taking so long? why-

The door clicked, slowly opening.

Swiss felt himself break at the sight of you.

You stood still, eyes to the ground, one hand on the door, the other wrapped around yourself over the giant hoodie.

Your hair covered your face, but Swiss could sense the amount of pain you were in.

“..what’s up.?” your voice was soft spoken, afraid that if you fully used your voice, it would break.

Swiss frowned slightly, almost pouting, he was annoyed at how easily you could go from having a breakdown to acting like nothing happened.

“..just wanted to see if you’re okay,” Swiss started, desperate to see your face as it was still facing slightly down. He raised his hand gently, going to cup your cheek. You flinched slightly but let it happen. “are you okay?” He asked.

You let him tilt your face up, hair falling to the side of your cheek. Swiss saw your red eyes, he also felt the sadness immediately when touching you.

“oh honey,” just by those words swiss spoke, you broke. Eyes watering, mouth twitching to a frown, and then to the ugly cry face.

Swiss quickly guided you inside your room and closed the door, you sliding into his body along the way.

He immediately engulfed you and picked you up. You seemingly weighed nothing to him as he carried you to the bed, arms still wrapped around you as you guys laid against the back board.

Your claws latched onto his shirt as you sobbed into him. Swiss felt himself start to tear up as he heard the words you spoke to yourself quietly. Words that could break anyone.

Swiss squeezed you tighter, and he held onto you, wanting your coldness to turn into warmth.

Hours passed, you calmed down but Swiss could still feel your hurt, god how much he wanted to just take it away from you.

He wants nothing more than for your happiness to be shown again. He just wants you to be back.

He just wants you.

——

Months into the tour, and you’ve become quiet most days. Almost never speaking after the rituals. Clearly everyone took notice, it was like you always cheered people up just by your presence, but now you felt absent.

You just locked yourself away in the tour bus rooms, or your hotel room. 

Obviously Swiss was still always there for you, but it got harder when your depression turned into anger.

Recently, you had accidentally snapped at him when he tried comforting you after you messed up during a ritual.

——

“Fuck me!” you whisper-yelled and kicked a box back stage. Swiss had followed you out after you stormed off after bowing.

Sitting on the box you jus kicked, you hugged your knees to your chest. You wanted to just rip out your hair but you still had your mask on and had to keep it on till the bus arrived.

Swiss saw your glamour die down slowly, your tail being the first to whip harshly behind you and frowned but walked towards you.

“hey that is not your fault, don’t blame yourself,” Swiss said as he placed his hand on your shoulder. You smacked his hand and growled.

“of course it was my fault! Lord, i can’t even do one thing fucking right,” You stood up and started clawing at your arm, red scratch marks appearing.

He watched as you paced around, your back turned to him.

“Y/n! it wasn’t your fault, that fan literally threw something directly at you!” Swiss growled back, getting annoyed by your antics.

“but it was MY fault the others got confused, including Papa!” You whipped your head to him, baring your teeth. Swiss stumbled slightly at your aggressive state.

“it’s my fault i fucked up! It’s my fault i’m holding everyone back! it’s my fucking-..” your voice broke as you spoke. “It’s my fucking fault i’m like this,” your eyes widening as tears slipped passed your mask, hitting the ground.

Swiss’ eyes were wide as well as he watched you break yourself down. “y/n-” Swiss went to comfort you, but you immediately shut him down.

“And stop saying it’s okay! it’s not! im fucking not! You comforting me is almost useless because i still have the urge,” your claws sharpened as you gripped at your mask. Swiss knew you didn’t mean these words but it stuck to me.

“oh my fuck, i cant breath,” you clawed at the mask, three marks went through the leather. You almost collapse on the ground, but Swiss made it to you before you could.

Swiss helped with your mask and covered you as you let your full ghoul form out.

He saw your red face and saw the anger in your eyes. As your eyes met he saw your sharp slits grow big and dilate. Emotions ran through you. Embarrassment, sadness, anger, panic, and guilt.

Seeing that Swiss took off his mask with you filled you with guilt. The fact he would stand by you even when you lashed out on him made you almost cry.

But at the same time, seeing his face calmed you from doing anything else. You remembered what you said and regretted it. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean- i’m sorry i cant-” Swiss cut you off and hugged you, “i know, i know,” He placed his head on top of yours as you smushed into his chest.

——

Swiss watched you silently. You faced the wall, back turned to him as you were laid down on the small twin sized bed. His heart burned for you. He wished he could take away your pain. He would give you the world if it meant you wouldn’t have to go through this anymore.

In his mind he begged himself to tell you how he feels. He wanted to claim you so badly, to make you his. He didn’t care how horrible your emotions could be, he didn’t give one of Copia’s rats ass how you looked when you were struggling the most and had no energy to do anything.

You changed him so much when you were summoned. It was like something in him switched as you guys grew closer.

Swiss stopped sleeping around, he came to realize it slightly disturbed him because all he did was think about you. But it is because he wanted to do those things with you. Not particularly sex but love.

All he wanted was you.

As those thoughts passed through his mind, he heard you groan, and shuffle a bit. He panicked as your body shook.

Quickly, he stood up and rushed to you. Your body arched off the bed and your contorted into a frown as tears slid down your face.

Swiss sat on the bed and placed your upper body to rest against him. He mumbled sweet words and moved his hand to rub soothing circles on your shoulder.

Your body stopped contorting, resting finally as you woke up. A sharp breath left you as you realized the nightmare you had. Swiss watched you, saying nothing.

You realized where you are and looked up at him. “swiss..” you whispered, and swiss swore his heart was on fire. The way you looked at him made him realize he needed to tell you.

Swiss lifted his hand to move stray pieces of hair from your face and admired you.

Realization ran through you as you looked into Swiss’ eyes. All he has ever done has been there for you. But it wasn’t just him being there for you. No, never. You were so blinded by your own emotions that you never noticed the way he looked at you. The way he admired you. The way he loved you.

In this moment, you also realized your feelings. You’ve grown attached to him since day 1. And as you two became close, years passed, you felt your heart drop when you knew how you felt.

You searched Swiss’ eyes, praying he felt the same without realizing he was doing the same.

“Swiss,” you said once more as you pace a hand atop of his when he placed it on your cheek.

Whispering your name back, Swiss smiled softly at you. You raised yourself up to him, eyes never leaving each other.

Before even realizing, you leaned into him, lips together. Swiss mentally cried of happiness as he sighed into your lips. You smiled into it and leaned back, resting your forehead against his.

Swiss’ eyes were still closed and you closed yours. Your guys’ hands stayed in the same place as you lived in the moment.

Words couldn’t describe the amount of love you held for each other. They didn’t need to. In that moment, you could feel it, and see it.

Swiss opened his eyes and glided his hand to rest on the crook of your neck.

“Let’s go to sleep yeah?” He said as he grinned stupidly at you. You smiled at him and nodded.

Getting comfortable, swiss held you from behind and curled into you, legs twisting with yours. You held his hand that was laying in front of you as you softly breathe.

You both knew it was going to take awhile for yourself to get better, but things like these take time. Simply just being present for someone can help immensely. And right now, everything was okay for once.

Just before falling asleep, Swiss mumbled into your ear,

“everything’s going to be ok, I promise,”



#ghost bc #ghost band #ghost copia #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus #ghost bc x male reader #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghost

[heavyhitterheaux]

Selfish

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: She wants him all to herself 😏😏

Synopsis: Jack is hiding from his pregnant wife because her demands are getting harder and harder to keep up with

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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"Uhh Jack? Why are you whispering?"

"Because I can't let wifey hear me. I don't know how much longer I can take." Jack answered while looking around hoping that you couldn't hear him.

It seemed as if all of your senses had heightened since you became pregnant.

"What do you mean?" 2fo asked while looking at him confused.

He was currently on a facetime call with PG hiding in one of the guest room closets hoping that this would be the last place you looked.

"Are you….? Are you in a closet?!" Shloob asked while looking at the background surrounding him.

"I'm afraid my dick is going to fall off."

"Uhh I think you need to seek medical attention if that's the case." Quiiso piped up.

"Oh. I know what this is." Urban said while trying not to laugh.

"Urb, this shit is NOT funny." Jack scolded him while trying not to hit his head on anything in the cramped space.

"Someone needs to fill us in already!"

"Jack is hiding because his wife's hormones are running rampant and she keeps asking him to dick her down. Pretty sure she asked him 12 times yesterday." Urban confessed as Jack simply hung his head.

"GOT DAMN!"

"DID YOU JUST SAY TWELVE?"

"I guarantee you not about to make any more children after this if this is the result."

"Damn, you just might need medical attention after all that."

"I never thought I'd see the day where Jack is not running to get his dick wet from Y/N."

"First time for everything I guess."

"Yall have to help me escape the house without her knowing. I need a break. The only time I've left is to get her food."

"How in the world are we supposed to do that!? If she doesn't see you for 20 seconds she starts screaming her head off for you and I know because I witnessed it!" Urban added while drinking his iced tea that you had made him.

"Maybe if I slip out the garage?"

"And she'll know that we know where you are and won't leave us alone until we tell her."

"It's just…. She's getting closer to her due date and all I want for her to do is rest."

"Then tell her that. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Shit, you better get it in now because you won't get any in 6 weeks when they get there."

"She's having a c section so it will be longer simply because I want to make sure that she's healed. That is major surgery and I need to make sure she recovers well."

"Can't believe our parents are becoming actual parents to tiny human beings."

"Me either and I bet that it won't hit me until they actually get here." Jack said while trying to listen out for you.

"JACKKKKK!"

"SHIT!" Jack exclaimed as he heard your voice calling out for him and all of PG suddenly got nervous looks on their faces.

"Man up and go take care of your wife!"

"But…"

"URBANNNNNNN WHERE'S MY HUSBAND!?!?"

"Oh damn now she got it out for both of yall."

Jack quickly ended the facetime call and hopped up out of the closet to almost bump into you as you had made your way into the guest room.

"Uhh? Were you in the closet?" You asked while looking at him confused.

"Umm…"

"Are you avoiding me?"

"No, not exactly."

"Then what is it? Because I've been wandering around our house looking for you for ten minutes and caught you coming out of the guest room closet so make it make sense."

"Umm…"

"He's tired of you asking him for sex all the time." Urban said from the hallway as he passed the both of you and then continued eating his hot cheetos.

"URB!"

"What did I do? We were all literally on facetime just now with you sitting in the closet and that's what you said. You said that you were also convinced that your dick was going to fall off because she keeps asking you and you don't know how much longer you can take and you were trying to sneak out the house without her seeing you. Did I get it all?"

"Too much actually."

Urban saw how you now had an annoyed look on your face and he decided to remove himself from the situation before you started to yell.

"So you don't want to have sex with your wife anymore?" You asked while eyeing him.

"No, that isn't it at all."

"Then tell me so I can understand."

"You're getting closer to your due date and all I want for you to do is rest. You are literally so tired all the time and I can tell. This pregnancy is taking a toll on you for obvious reasons."

"You act like I have to push them out. They're cutting me open and taking them out."

"Not the point mamas and you know it."

"Just say you don't want me anymore and that I'm unattractive to you and go." You said before trying to walk away from him but he immediately pulled you back.

"You want to run that one by me again? What would possess you to ever say that out of your mouth to me?"

"Because I'm huge."

"Um, last time I checked there were three people in there and you aren't huge, you're pregnant."

"Same difference."

"You know that I tell you that you are the most beautiful person that I have ever laid my eyes on and that is never going to change." Jack said while leaning down to kiss you.

"I said I was fat, not ugly. I know my face card never declines. But thanks I guess."

"I just can't win with you can I?" Jack said growing increasingly frustrated with you even if he was trying his best to be patient.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked while raising your eyebrow and crossing your arms.

"You know EXACTLY what it means and you've done this throughout your entire pregnancy. I get that you're carrying my children but I'm trying my best here and it seems like it's never good enough for you."

"That isn't true and you know it."

"If it wasn't true then why would I say it?"

"I don't mean to be difficult. I just want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can before they get here because after that I'm going to have to share you with three other people and I don't know if I'm ready for that as selfish as it sounds. I've had you to myself since I was fourteen."

"Then why didn't you tell me that?"

"I don't know." You answered while looking down at your belly and rubbing it.

"Baby look at me." Jack said and you quickly shook your head no.

"Mamas, let me see those pretty eyes of yours. Look at me." Jack said once again as he lifted your chin.

"We're going to have to learn to adjust but there is no one I'd rather be doing life with than you. Just because we're about to have mini versions of us around doesn't mean that I'll be making you less of a priority. I'm always going to make sure my baby girl is okay and you know that is never going to change. You know I love you to the moon and back, right?"

"Yes and I love you too and I'm trying not to cry because that's all I seem to do nowadays."

"Yes with your cry baby ass because those hormones are making it ten times worse."

"It's your fault anyway."

"I..well…. Are you okay now?"

"Yes, but I still have one question." You said while looking up at him hopeful.

"What is it stink?"

"I totally understand what you were just saying but can we have sex now?"

"Seriously!?" Jack sighed while looking down at you.

"It is taking everything in me not to rip your clothes off right now. Blame my hormones sir. My husband is sooooo handsome." You said as you hugged him tighter.

"It seems like you do this even when you weren't pregnant so don't blame it on that. You don't see me for five minutes and want to rip my clothes off."

"Soooo, is that a yes? And do you blame me? You shouldn't be so cute. I actually got enough sleep last night so I can ride you. " You asked your husband while looking up at him and smiling.

"You literally got out of breath in two minutes last time. You would have thought your ass ran a marathon."

"Because I hadn't gotten enough sleep! I'm good this time, I promise. Come on babeeee."

Jack's breath hitched in his throat as your hand made its way into his boxers and began slowly stroking him while reaching up to kiss him and he eagerly kissed you back.

"Mm hmm, you want this as bad as I do, don't you?"

"Are you literally jacking him off in the middle of the hallway!? I KNEW his ass was gonna fold. Just wait until I put this in the group chat."

"URBAN!"

"What? I knew you weren't going to last because you can never resist your wife. She always gets her way." Urban replied while shrugging and all you did was smirk.

"Anyway, baby girl I am definitely punishing you for that."

"If it involves cum down my throat I'm all for it."

"ENOUGH YOU TWO! E FUCKING NOUGH!"

"You would think that he would stop cockblocking when he got a girlfriend." Jack whispered to you and you stifled a laugh.

"I HEARD THAT! AND I'LL NEVER STOP BECAUSE YALL ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING."

"AND!?! YOU ACT LIKE WE CARE!"

"Eating pussy everyday keeps the doctor away or whatever that saying is." Jack said as he shrugged and Urban simply rolled his eyes.

"Then come and get your daily dose."

"Say less, baby girl."

"I... let me go and bother my girlfriend." Urban said while walking past the two of you and Jack quickly picked you up bridal style to start making his way into your shared bedroom.

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[lovesickgolbach]

Words I didn't say 3 || LN4

Description: Things were different this time around.

Pairings: Lando Norris x Verstappen!reader

Warnings: none! actually, my dutch might be a liiiiiittle off so sorry about that, at least i tried :)

A/N: hello! hi! my writing style has DRASTICALLY changed so this fic is like 10x better quality than the other two so... oops. Maybe i'll rewrite them one day, maybe not. we'll see.

but for now- enjoy and thank you for reading <3

Part 1 , Part 2

A week had gone by since you and Max had your falling out, he had texted you but you had ignored them all by leaving him on read or just archiving the chat so that his name wouldn’t be on your screen every time you opened your phone.

You were deeply hurt by Max’s actions, not just because of the yelling, but because he accused you of lying. It hurt because he was your twin brother, literally your other half, he was your best friend and you know everything about each other (yes, everything). How he could accuse you of lying to him so easily just baffles you.

The thing is— Max knows how you feel about your father, he knows why you never initiate any sort of communication from your side with him, even though he’s at nearly every race weekend. You’ve accepted the fact that Max will always worship your father and you respect his decision not to completely cut him off, but you spoke with him about this and he knows to keep Jos away from you.

You sit on Lando’s couch, swimming in your thoughts as you stare at a message from Kelly, this was the first text she has sent you all week, not wanting to get between you and your brother’s drama. You sigh, locking your phone and tossing it to the side.

“Hey,” Lando speaks up as he walks into the apartment, looking sweaty and disheveled from his workout. You had to physically restrain yourself from not jumping on top of him. Things have been mostly normal between the two of you, the only thing that’s changed is that you aren’t dating anymore. You don’t sleep in his bed, you don't kiss or have sex or cuddle when you watch movies. You’ve been sleeping in the guest room since that night you showed up at his doorstep in tears.

“Hey,” you respond, shooting him a soft smile. “How was the workout?” You question, watching him as he refills his water bottle and taking a few sips. “It was alright, fucking hot but it was alright.” He flops down next to you on the couch, letting out a huff of air.

“Heard anything from Max?” he questions, looking over at you. You roll your eyes, “What do you think? Even Kelly is texting me now. Says he’s been quiet,” You shrug, shifting to cross your legs. Lando looks over at you, “He was at the gym, when I got there. He looks like shit, honestly. He did try talking to me, but I ignored him. I was sure he was almost in tears when I walked off.” His expression is neutral as he speaks, wanting to gauge your answer.

“Good.” Is all you say in response. Yeah, you feel bad for making your brother (who doesn’t like to get emotional) cry, but he had yelled at you and sent you into a full blown panic attack. He deserved to be upset. He deserved to be worried.

“Y/N—” Lando starts, but you cut him off by lifting your hand to silence him. “I am planning on going back to his place anyway, tomorrow. He’ll survive one more night.”

Lando just nods, before getting up. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Do you… want to talk after I’m done?” he questions, you just nod, “Yeah, we should talk, properly, I guess.”

He nods silently before making his way over to his bedroom and closing the door.

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

But you do it anyway.

You jump up from the couch, running over to his room before opening the door, not bothering to knock. Lando lets out a surprised scream, standing in only his white boxers, trying to desperately cover himself up. “Y/N!? What are you—”

You cut him off with a kiss, smashing your lips together roughly, he instantly kisses back, his hands finding their way to your waist. You pull back after a moment, breathless and red-lipped from the kissing. You look into his eyes, those gentle blue-green eyes you fell in love with when you first looked at him.

“This is not me fully forgiving you… we need to— we need to discuss a few things still, but this is me telling you I still love you, I still want to be with you and— and I do love you, I still love you, I never stopped, Lando, But if— if we want us to work out, we can’t hide anymore, I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to kiss you in the paddock and sit in your garage, I want to hold your hand in public, I want to be known as your girlfriend.” Your words come out shaky, a few tears running down your face.

Lando nods rapidly, “Yes, yes anything you want, baby, anything. I won’t lose you again, I won’t. I’m so sorry, so so sorry.” He pulls you into a tight hug which you reciprocate immediately. You feel so safe with him. Your heart is his, it always has been.

“Do you… want to join me in the shower?” Lando asks, unsure of where your boundaries are set at this point in time. It’s not like he’s never seen you naked so you shrug, before pulling your top off.

“Why not,” You smile, taking his hand and dragging him into the bathroom.

–

The next day, Lando drives you back to your brother's place, parking in the driveway. You turn to him, kissing his cheek softly. “I think it’s better if i do this alone, okay? I will text you.”

Lando nods, giving you a reassuring smile. “You can do this, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him again quickly before walking to the front door and letting yourself in. Before you can even step a foot into the house you are nearly tackled to the ground by a little figure.

“Y/N!!!!!!” The little girl screeches, trying to practically climb her way up into your arms. “Hey sweet P!” You plaster on a smile, picking her up and hugging her tightly. God, you loved this little girl so much. “Missed you,” She mumbles into your neck and you can't help the sting you feel in your chest. You didn't think about her when you left, usually she would see you at least once or twice every week, your chest stings thinking about how she was probably waiting for you to visit but you never came.

“I missed you too,” You kiss her cheek as you make your way to the living room, where you found your brother, yelling into his headphones at whoever he was playing with.

You move so that you're in his field of vision, still cradling P against your chest. His head snaps up when he sees you.

“Y/N…” Max looks surprised to see you.

You place P down gently, “Go play upstairs and I will come play with you okay?” You smile brightly at the little girl who nods vigorously, making a beeline for the stairs.

“Do not run up the stairs Penelope!” Max yells after her, turning back to you before placing his controller down.

"Y/N…” He starts again but you shake your head, effectively cutting him off. “I do not want your excuses. Ik verdiende niet wat je me hebt aangedaan.” I did not deserve what you did to me.

Max looks down at his hands. “Jij bezit my niet,” You don't own me. You growled, feeling the same kind of anger you felt just a week prior. “You are my brother and that is it, I can do with my life what I want. You don't get to yell at me like Dad used to, you don't get to yell at me and expect me to just—” you vaguely gesture with your hands, “— crack and tell you everything.”

“En Max, hoe durf je me te beschuldigen van liegen!” And Max, how dare you accuse me of lying! Your voice came out as a low, calm growl. You take a deep breath, trying not to fucking combust on the spot.

Max is silent, but nods.

“Did you… did you… did you…have a panic attack? When you left?” He asks after a beat of silence, his eyes brimmed with tears. You know your brother isn't a crier, so this is hurting him just as much as it's hurting you. It’s gone too far.

"Yeah... I went straight to Lando's... I couldn't—" You shut your eyes, squeezing them together in an attempt to stop the tears. It's all become too much. It's all been blown way out of proportion.

You let your boyfriend and Max’s best friend get in the way of your relationship you have with your brother. The special bond you two had, has been damaged because of some stupid boy. You both were blinded, Max was blinded by his protectiveness of you and you were blinded by your loyalty to Lando.

You sigh, moving across the room to sit down next to him. You lay your head on his shoulder. “Why did you say I lied to you… I have never ever lied to you, Max.” Your voice was laced with pure hurt, your heart breaking from the beginning just thinking of Max accusing you of lying.

“I was just angry, Y/N. He promised to not hurt you and he did, he did hurt you and I was just so fucking angry, I could not believe you were defending him…”

Silence fell upon the room again, the only sound that could be heard was the rhythmic sniffling coming from you and Max. He laid his head against yours.

“Je leek zoveel op papa op dat moment. It was so scary, Max.” You looked so much like Dad in that moment. You let out a sob that you've been trying to suppress. Your brothers’ arm wraps around your shoulder's protectively.

“Het spijt me, Y/N, vergeef me alsjeblieft,” I am so sorry, Y/N, please forgive me. Max looks over to you, and all you can do is nod. It wouldn't help anyone if you just stayed angry, and you were exhausted anyways.

You just wanted things to go back to normal.

And slowly but surely they did, you had eventually moved back in with Lando, your relationship had slowly but surely gotten back to where it was, perhaps even better than it was. Max had been trying his best to not be overbearing, giving you space and trying not to play the role of an overprotective brother who gives his sister no freedom.

There was definitely still some tension between Max and Lando, Max still didn't fully trust him with you after everything, but things were different now. The public knew about your relationship now, girls no longer flung themselves at your boyfriend, touching him and feeling him up and down at every opportunity thinking he’s single. Lando had been working on proving himself, that he’s changed, that he's loyal to you and only you.

Things were different this time around.

Things have been good.

Things will get even better.

You can't wait to see what the future holds.

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[m4ttsturn]

my brother's best friend (part 2)

Pt 1 Pt 3 Pt 4

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x y/n

summary: you find yourself falling for your brother's best friend

warnings: swearing, mentions of losing virginity

a/n: the first part is just the first day you met Matt, so you really don't have to read it. hope you enjoy (not proofread)

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(now)

"hey," Nate knocks on my door, "we're all going to the beach, you wanna come?" "sure, who all is going?" I ask him "it's Me, Nick, Matt, Chris, and you can invite a couple of your friends if you want" he responds. "ok, just give me like 25 minutes and we can head out" he nods and leaves the room.

I get up and call my friend Quinn, telling her to meet me at the beach. After I get off the phone I put on my bikini and a set of clothes over it. In a bag I pack a towel, sunscreen, my hairbrush, sunglasses, and a claw clip. I slip on a pair of tennis shoes and leave my bedroom.

"Nate I'm ready to go" he gets up from the couch and grabs his keys off the table. "alright, let's go". I hop into the passenger seat of his car, plugging my phone into the aux. we chat lightly, music filling whatever silence there may be as we make our way to the beach.

Once we arrive the triplets are already there, walking up to Nate's car. "dude what took you so long?" Matt questions. "sorry man I had to wait on y/n to get ready", they all turn to me and I just shrug. they all make their way down to the beach, caught up in their own conversation. Nick turns around once he realizes that I'm not following. "Yo y/n, you comin'?" "I'll meet you guys down there, I'm waiting on Quinn" he nods, giving me a small wave goodbye before turning back around and catching up to the others.

it takes about 5 minutes for Quinn to get here, she walks over to me and we start making our way to the beach. once we get there we lay our towels down on the sand next to where the boys set their stuff, and take off our cover clothing. my eyes find Matt, watching as he takes off his shirt, the sun perfectly illuminating his skin. my heart flutters.

"y/n, are you even listening to me" Quinn asks. I turn my head to hers, snapping out of the moment. "uh- what, sorry" "I was saying that its crazy you're 18 and still haven't lost your virginity" my face flushes at her comment "I know, I know, I just haven't been interested in anyone really" "the only reason you're not interested in anybody is because you've had a crush on Matt since like 7th grade" she practically screams. "Quinn!" I push her gently "keep your voice down" I look at her, and then look to Matt, only to find him already staring at me.

"fuck, I think he heard you" I speak, "no way he did, he's literally 20ft away from us" she sighs "look all I'm saying is if your so hung up on him, just ask him to take it. He's been with girls before, so you know he has experience, and he's hot". I whip my head towards her as she's speaking. I think for a moment then I shake my head, "Quinn, you know I can't do that, he's one of Nate's best friends" I say defeated.

our conversation changes, bouncing from topic to topic as the hours pass by. we continue to lay on our towels, the warm sun tanning our skin. the feeling calms me, lulling me to sleep. When I'm woken up, Matt's running towards the water with me in his arms. "Matt what the fuck, put me down" I scream at him. "if you say so" he smiles before dropping me into the water. "this is so uncool" I try to be mad at him but I just end up laughing, he laughs with me.

not long after, something grazes my leg "something just touched me!" I jump onto Matt, attempting to get away from it. "chill out y/n, it's just seaweed" he laughs. once I realize that I'm not in any danger, I take in my sudden closeness to Matt. my legs are around his waist, and my arms are wrapped tightly over his shoulders. I blush at the feeling of our bodies pressed together, I look into Matt's eyes, glancing down at his lips quickly before looking back up.

Matt also seems to notice how close we are and he stops laughing. he looks down at me, licking his lips, before looking over my shoulder. Nate is standing a few feet away from us with his back turned. he sets me down gently before turning away and running his hand down his face.

"sorry, I probably shouldn't have jumped on you like that, I was just scared" I attempt to apologize, wanting to get rid of the tension that's now formed between us. "it's alright, wouldn't want anything happening to Nate's little sister." he gives me a half-smile.

his words hit me like a slap to the face, reminding me that I shouldn't have feelings towards one of Nate's best friends. "uh, I'm gonna go grab some snacks, you want any?" I ask, trying to rid myself of the pit that's begun to form in my stomach. Matt shakes his head. I nod, turning to get out of the water. once I make it to the sand, I glance back at Matt, only to see him watching me. he seems to snap out of it, shaking his head to himself as he walks over to Nate and his brothers.

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a/n: I'm not sure how I feel about this part tbh

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[petersbaby]

Stepbro!eddie installment #2

*disclaimer that you are 18*

Warnings: I can’t think of any, other than stepcest. the smut in this one is pretty vanilla.

This version sucks tbh, I accidentally pressed “cut” on the story that I had finished writing yesterday when I was trying to copy it from my notes app. It kinda made me wanna scream. I was so happy with it too.

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“So, you do a lot of studying last night? Do you think you’re ready for the test today?” Your mom asks.

You four were eating breakfast. You, your mom, your mom’s boyfriend, and you stepbrother Eddie.

“I did, and I’m ready. Gonna do well, I hope.”

“No you didn’t, you stayed up and watched a movie with me last night. And we-“

You kicked Eddie’s shin underneath the table. You chug the rest of your orange juice, grab your backpack and slip into your boots as you head out the door. With the gravel crunching beneath your feet, you walk up to Eddie’s van and hop in so he can take you both to school. You wait, wondering what the fuck he could possibly be taking so long for. Impatiently, you reach over and honk the horn. Moments later, he comes out of the door with a pop tart in his mouth. Approaching the driver’s side door, he yanks it open and gets in.

“Can you get it moving? Your slowness is gonna make us late.”

“You are so annoying. You know that?” His voice sounds different from one that matches the words. You can tell he’s just joking, but get a little sassy anyways.

“You’re the annoying one.”

“Am not. How am I annoying?” He questions, his mouth full and you look away as it’s gross to see the food in his mouth as he talks. “Gross”, you mumble to yourself.

“Well for one, you’re constantly teasing me. You keep almost telling them.”

“I do not.” He says with a frown.

“You literally JUST did it five minutes ago. Sometimes you just can’t shut up.”

“Chill out. Your mom or my uncle will only find out if you keep being loud like you were last night. ‘Oh, Eddie, ohmygod’” he mocks your moans. You punch him in the arm with enough force that he winces.

“Shut up.”

Once you arrive at school, you quickly jump out of the van, not wanting to be seen in his rust bucket of a vehicle. You run to the main entrance, leaving him behind.

Once home that day, you drop your bag at the door and kick off your shoes. Today was a short day for everyone, getting off an hour early which meant your parents were likely still at work. All you knew is at least for now they were, both cars gone when you pulled into the driveway.

As you walk to your room, you’re pulled into the hallway bathroom. You gasp slightly at the surprise. Eddie closes the door behind you both, as he presses you up against the bathroom counter, to which you jump up to sit on the surface near the sink. He kisses you desperately, like he can’t breathe without his lips on yours. He runs his hands up the curve of your waist underneath your t shirt, eventually venturing upwards to grab your breast and squeeze it over your bra. You’re flustered, but finally remember that you shouldn’t be doing this.

“Wait stop, they’re gonna be home soon.”

“You have no idea what it does to me to see you at school looking all cute, not being able to touch you or kiss you in front of anyone.”

He places kisses up and down your neck while continuing to grope you beneath your shirt, lightly as to not make marks.

“You’re so beautiful, I just want you all to myself. I own you, you’re mine. My pretty little sister.”

At this sensation of his breath on your neck and his possessive but exciting words, you cave. You pull him off of your to look him in the eyes.

“Okay, but you’ve gotta be quick.”

“I can do that.”

You unbutton your jeans, lifting your backside up off the counter as you slide them off. He’s so desperate, ravenous, and takes no time with unbuttoning his own, taking off his shirt as well. He presses against you again, this time more intimate because you can feel his clothed boner against your clothed pussy, just begging for direct contact.

You kiss passionately, deeply, but not so deep that tongues were involved. The perfect medium, his lips were perfect, always soft and plump,

“These need to go. Take them off.” He says, pulling at the waistband of your panties and you oblige, slipping them off your legs leaving you half naked. You watch as he eagerly gets out of his own underwear, coming back to line himself up to you and push inside.

You moan at the feeling, the perfect feeling of him being inside you. He returns to your neck, licking up and down it, and kissing and nibbling on your ear which gives you goosebumps.

You throw your head back as he pushes the deepest he can go into you, the cool countertop against your ass as he thrusts.

“Who’s are you? Who’s pretty pussy is this?”

“Yours, eddie, it’s yours. I’m all yours”

He loved to be in charge, to remind you what your place is.

As much as you were enjoying it, you were paranoid. “Have to hurry, remember?”

You had realized you wouldn’t get to cum this time, but were fine with it. You just wanted him to get off so that you could get out of this risky situation.

“Right, fuck, okay”

He picks up the pace, looking down at the point where the two of you meet, watching himself go in and out of you.

“Please cum, I want it, need you to cum”, whisper in encouragement. The words made him falter, beginning to get sloppy with his movements.

He grabs the hem of your shirt, pushing it up just in time as he pulls out and cums all over your thighs and lower stomach. He catches his breath for a second, then grabs a towel from the little bathroom closet, wiping down your skin and getting all of the sticky liquid off of you.

He hands you your clothes back, and gets his back on. He kisses your forehead sweetly, right after which you hear the front door unlock and you panic, scrambling out of the bathroom and to your bedroom, attempting to look like you didn’t just have sex. Like you’d been there all along, reading a book in your bed.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #tw stepcest #stepbro!eddie

[eddies-house]

So Here I Am, I’m Trying - E.M. (18+ ONLY)

Eddie x fem reader

5.5K Words

Eddie throws a few punches to defend your honor and gets caught up with the law in the process, causing you to be upset with him. He swears he would never end up like his dad however he now sees the parallels and is scared to lose you.

Warnings - physical fighting, a moment of sexual harassment, jail, PDA, smut, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, let me know if I missed any

A/N - this was literally supposed to just be smut so idk how this happened but these are my babies now 🥹 and I may want to create some lore around them, pls let me know what you think

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Eddie getting in a fight at The Hideout just after performing with Corroded Coffin because some creepy skeezy guy had been staring at you the whole time he was on stage.  He’s all sweaty, curls damp while a cut up muscle tee adorns his torso and he’s wearing his signature ripped black jeans.  Being super protective over you, you’ve always warned him against physical fights since it would only get him into further trouble and he’s always for the most part listened, usually leading you away with his arm around your waist and at the most giving whatever lowlife who was trying to talk you up a scowl.   Not tonight. 

Tonight, he’s watching from the stage as the band begins packing up, Gareth carrying an amp out to the back where the van is parked while the others gulp down some water.  Some middle aged man with a greasy comb over and a disgusting smirk plastered on his face is eyeing you up and down, not even trying to hide it.  He’s too close to you for Eddie’s comfort, only a barstool in between you.  From across the room, time slows down as the prick has the audacity to reach over and cup your ass while still sitting at the bar.  Your demeanor shifts to discomfort, wincing at the touch as a gasp escapes you—eyes bulging out of your head not knowing how to react, not knowing what to do.  

Absolutely not.

Eddie is seeing red, there is no other thought in his mind other than the fact that he is going to without a doubt fuck this guy up.  He’s sprinting across the bar and before you can even register it, his fist collides with the guy’s jaw and then he’s wailing on him, now on top of him on the floor, fists alternating as they make contact with the man’s face.  “You think that shit’s okay?!”  Knuckles pound into his nose.  “Touching girls without their consent make you feel like a man?”  Another blow to the cheek.  “Doesn’t feel good does it!!” He screams in the man’s face, grabbing his collar before throwing another punch.  You’re shouting for Eddie as he continues his assault.  “Eddie, Eddie—Ed STOP!”  He’s hearing none of it.  And that’s when Hopper steps in, grabbing Eddie off the man and shoving him back though Eddie still attempts to lunge at the guy.  “Munson!”  Hopper addresses him sternly, brows knit together.  “What did I tell you the last time this happened?”  Hop asks, pointing a finger in Eddie’s face as if he were disciplining a dog.  “Hop, this guy was being a fuckin’ creep, you can’t seriously put all the blame on me—“  “—I can when you’re the only one throwing punches.” Hopper interrupts.  “M’ gonna have to take you in.  You said it wouldn’t happen again yet here we are.”  He says with regret in his tone, eyes showing the tiniest bit of sympathy.  “You’ve gotta be shitting me, he was trying to feel up my girlfriend—I-I’m just supposed to let it happen?!”  Eddie is fuming, if this were a cartoon steam would be coming out of his ears.  “Kid, it still doesn’t make it right and now I have to take you in.  My partner will deal with this guy for now but you gotta come with me.” Hop addresses Eddie like a disappointed father.  

Within minutes Eddie is being escorted out of The Hideout in handcuffs, you following closely behind.  “Eddie, why would you do this?!  That guy wasn’t worth it!  Do you feel like a man now that you let your testosterone dictate your actions?!”  Now you’re fuming, seeing your boyfriend being taken away to jail for the night because of some perv was not in the cards.  Yes, the guy was a total dirtbag but now Eddie is getting punished which wasn’t a win in your book.  He looks at you before he’s forced into the cop car, a smirk on his face.  “Baby, I’d do it a million times over.  He deserved what he got and I’ll gladly sit in jail knowing his face is busted.”  You scoff at this, now you’re aggravated.  Taking a step toward him and getting in his face, your eyes remain on his, burning a hole.  “You’ll gladly sit in jail and leave me at home worried sick about what could happen to you in there?!  Eddie, you let him win!!”  Your eyes are beginning to well up now.  “That perv??  You let him get to you and now I have to go home alone and hope that you don’t get into any more fights!!  Cause that’s what you like to do apparently!!  You like to fuckin’ fight all in the name of being a man.  A stupid. Fucking. Man.” You enunciate each word, getting closer and closer to his face.  Emotions are running high after everything that just occurred and maybe Eddie is a little bit riled up which leads him even further into the hole he dug himself.  He laughs but there’s no humor detected.  “Like my old man, huh?  Guess it’s better I get started sooner than later.”  His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, in fact it’s entirely the opposite of happy.  Looking up at the night sky, the stars noticeably brighter than other nights, your face displays pure annoyance with him.  “You are not making this about your dad.  You made the decision to punch someone and to keep going knowing that the cops already had you on their radar because of the last time.  You made that decision and if you feel like that makes you more like your dad then that’s on you.”  Your words are venom to him.  “But you are not going to sit there and pretend that you’re a man just because you got a few punches in.”  You finish with a sniffle, sucking back the tears that had gathered on your waterline.  

His big brown eyes stare at you sadly as he’s pushed further into the car, the door closing while the blue and red lights flash around you.  Hopper offers a sympathetic look, his face softening toward you.  “You okay?” He asks.  Biting your lip to keep from sobbing, you only nod.  “I-uh-I’m gonna have someone escort you home.  Unfortunately the law isn’t gonna let us do anything to the other guy since we can’t prove what happened.  I’m real sorry, kiddo.”  He explains, bringing a hand to your shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze.  Just great, the sole reason why you and Eddie are now fighting is going to get off without any kind of punishment.  “If it helps, I’ll keep an eye on Ed in there.  You can come collect ‘m tomorrow morning.” He reassures you.  “Thank you.” You whisper.  

And with that, Hopper gets into the driver's seat,  Eddie looking at you through the window, much like a kicked puppy.  As the car starts to slowly drive away, he mouths an ‘I love you’ and you're left standing there trying to process all that just happened.  Did I have to blow up on him?  You question yourself momentarily.  Now you can’t stop thinking of him sitting in a jail cell by himself all night, thinking he’s the exact incarnate of his father.  You didn’t mean to be so harsh with him but at the same time, his starting fights were only going to further put him in a tough spot.  He had to work ten times harder because of his reputation given to him by his father at a young age.  Eddie never had it easy and all you can do is cry because all he’s ever wanted was to be loved, to be truly and unconditionally loved and yet the town hated him before he could even learn to speak up for himself, creating circumstances that no kid should ever have to grow up in.  And now he was in jail most likely reflecting on everything that went wrong, thinking he might’ve lost you because he was mirroring his dad’s criminal record.  Eddie had been arrested before when he was younger for stupid crimes like vandalism but was always let go within a few hours, never held overnight so he had time to let his thoughts fester.  Although you were still mad at him for letting himself give into his rage, you were also a nervous wreck since he’d probably be beating himself up—thinking he was like his father and anytime those thoughts stuck around, he was a mess.  

You were forced to worry throughout the night, laying there with the bed void of your dear Eddie.  Sleep wasn’t going to come easily while you stared into the darkness of the room just wishing tonight never happened.  The air conditioner whirred as you tossed and turned, silent tears escaping your eyes.  Every time you were on the brink of a light sleep, the fact that Eddie was in a cell had you stirring awake.  Like the universe could read your mind, the blaring ring of the phone filled the room, causing you to sit up in alarm at the sudden noise.  You stare at the phone on the nightstand for a moment trying to register who would be calling although you have the slightest idea.  Scooting to the edge of the bed, you pick it up and hear steady breathing on the other end as you answer.  “Hello?”  The phone on the other end shuffles around for a second before you hear him.  “H-hey.  It’s me.”  And without a doubt you know that it’s your Eddie.  “Hi, Ed.”  You respond, still trying to keep your guard up because what he did was not okay but you oh so badly want to just melt and tell him how you haven’t been able to sleep at the thought of him being in there.  Twisting the phone cord around your fingers anxiously, you hear him inhale before continuing.  “I-um—I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.  It was stupid, I was stupid and I let that jerk get to me.”  You’re quiet, unable to formulate a response.  “And uh—the thing I said about my dad earlier, I—I don’t know—I was just pissed.  I’d never in a million years want to be like him.”  He sounds choked up but he’s definitely holding it all back which confirms that he’d been comparing himself to his dad all night, it was his worst nightmare.  “You’re not.”  You state softly.  Although Eddie is in the doghouse with you right now, you think it’s right to reassure him.  “I—I-I’m gonna do better, I promise.”  You catch a quick sniffle on his end.  “Baby, please don’t leave me.  I don’t know why I let this happen, but please don’t give up on me.” His voice sounds strained like he’s doing everything he can not to cry.  “You’re my rock and I don’t—I don’t deserve you.  But I want to be a better man…for you.”  You can almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose while he stares up at the ceiling, the way he gets when he’s starting to get emotional but won’t let himself give in.  “Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”  You speak gently.  “You’re already a good man, Ed.  You have your moments but you are the most loving and kind man I have ever met.  You are not him.”  You remind him.  “Fuck.”  He whispers with another sniffle.  “I’m just sorry.  I never wanted to put you through this, fuckin’ talking to me while I sit in jail.  And all because some fuckin’ prick wanted to get handsy with you and I couldn’t just take you and walk away.”   You imagine the sorrow in his face, eyebrows  scrunching in frustration and a frown on his pretty lips.  “Eddie, we can’t change it now.  We’ll do better tomorrow, okay?”  You tell him.  “I’ll do better.  You didn’t do anything wrong, sweets.  Other than have me as your boyfriend.”  He talks down on himself.  “Baby.  Stop.  I love you.  Even if you get your ass thrown in jail, I love you because that’s what love is.  Unconditional.”  You explain, hoping he takes your words to heart.  And he does.  “I love you.  You should probably get some sleep.  Got a hot date in the morning.”  He jokes.  “I do.”  You confirm with a smile.  With hushed good nights, you place the phone back on the hook.  Even from fucking jail Eddie could make you blush.  

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The parking lot smells of cigarette smoke as a few police officers talk among themselves on their smoke break right outside the Hawkins Police Department.  You mutter a ‘good morning’ as you approach the doors, one of the officers rushing to hold it open for you while you thank him.  Checking in with the woman at the front desk, you explain that you’re here to pick up your boyfriend, Eddie Munson and she says she’ll let Hopper know.  The station is quiet and there’s not a lot going on.  Not a soul sits in the chairs placed in the lobby and the scent of shitty coffee surrounds the room.  

Your ears pick up on two male voices coming down the hallway and you catch onto the very end of the conversation.  “Don’t let it happen again, kid.  That girl out there is a catch and the way she was looking at you last night while I took you in wasn’t just any look.”  You recognize Hopper’s gruff voice.  “Munson, I know your old man really fucked things up for you but for the love of god, don’t go fucking it up for yourself.”  Your ears perk up at your boyfriend's last name.  “Hop, I’m never comin’ back to this shit hole, trust me.  I’m gonna go out there and marry that girl…start a farm or something, big happy family.”  His tone is humorous but you can’t help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach at his words.  Before you know it, Hopper and Eddie emerge from around the corner.  Eddie’s hair is a wild mess, bangs sticking every which way and bags decorating his under eyes.  His syrupy doe eyes gaze at you with nothing but love, you swore you could see them softening even more before you.  “There she is.” He smiles in disbelief, almost as if you wouldn’t show up to come and get him.  “And there he is.  My hot date.”  You say playfully.  He’s blushing, a shy grin on his lips.  

Once the appropriate paperwork was filled out and signed, Eddie was free to go and you were just happy it was over.  As you both walk to the car, it’s almost like he’s afraid to touch you.  You don’t blame him, the last time he saw you were seething but you’d gone fourteen full hours worrying about him and all you wanted was to kiss him now that he was at an arm's length.  So you do.  You grab the front of his shirt in your fist and bring him into you for a sensual and passionate kiss.  Surprised at first, he stumbles back but catches his balance as he brings his hands to your waist.  As you pull back to breathe, he rests his forehead against yours, a genuine grin on his face.  “What was that for?”  He asks while stroking his thumb along your hip.  You inhale a deep breath before confessing.  “As much as I hate that you punched that guy cause violence never works, it was really hot.  The way you got all protective and how he never stood a chance.”  Smiling shyly at him now, a smirk makes its way to his face.  “Oh, really?”  He mutters, eyes glancing to your lips.  “But I also never want you to get into a fight again so next time if someone is being a creep—maybe just take it out on me.”  Your words go quieter at the end, timid.   

Now his smirk grows, hand traveling to the small of your back as he moves you a little closer to him.  “Take it out on you, huh?  Did I get you all worked up, baby?”  He teases.  Your thighs are clenching together, searching for any kind of relief.  “Eddie.” You whine, squeezing his exposed bicep.  “Tell you what.”  His finger tilts your chin to look up at him.  “I’ll take you home and fuck all that neediness right out of you.  And then I’ll take you out on a lunch date.”  He decides.  “Buy you flowers.  Those roses you like.”  He speaks with a hushed tone, looking at you like you put the stars in the sky.  “Start a farm?”  You gently mock his words from earlier.  A flash of shock crosses his features before he tugs you closer to him, if even possible.  “Start a farm.  Get you a ring.  Have a nice little wedding with all of our goats and shit.  Have some kids.  If you want.  Whatever you want.”  His words are spoken with such tenderness.  “I’d like that.”  You whisper, lips hovering over his.  You’re enamored by the way his eyes take you in, large pools of chocolate you could swim in for hours.  “Can’t wait to marry you.  I’m the luckiest guy in the world.  Sorry if that’s too forward.  But it’s true.  You’re it for me, baby.”  The pad of his thumb strokes your cheek delicately.  You’re smiling fondly at him, unable to form a response as your eyes blur with tears, the happy kind.

All of the sudden you’re pressed against the cold metal of your car, Eddie’s body against yours as he moves his thigh in between your legs, not paying any mind to anyone who might be able to see.  You hum in content as he moves his lips against yours, plush and a little chapped but still soft.  “Gonna let me take you home and fuck a baby into you?”  He rasps, tongue lightly skimming your bottom lip.  You’re heaving, the throbbing between your legs is making you squirm in his arms as he has you caged in against the car.  “Mmmm Eddie.”  You whimper into his mouth.  “No baby yet, but please make me cum.”  You whisper while tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.  Within seconds he’s off of you, opening the passenger door for you and gesturing like a gentleman, insisting that he drives back since he put you through so much trouble this past night.

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Once he pulls up to the trailer you’d both purchased, only a short distance from Wayne’s, he’s on you immediately, he can’t keep his hands off of you as he keeps pressing kisses into your neck while you stumble up the wooden steps to the door.  If any neighbors are watching, neither of you notices.  You stop for a moment as you hand him the key to unlock the door.  “Wait, you haven’t eaten in like fifteen hours, shouldn’t we go—“  He presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a boyish smile on his lips.  “Sweets, I’m about to have a feast.”  He pushes open the door and bows as he gestures for you to step in.  Your face feels hot, he has flirted with you millions of times but each time he still leaves you flustered.  

Closing the door and dropping the keys onto the kitchen counter, he attaches himself to you again, pressing you against the wall while one hand holds your jaw and the other your hip, his tongue grazing your top lip teasingly.  “Please.”  You whine pathetically into him.  He tuts while gazing down at you, his lashes casting elegant shadows against his cheeks.  “Gonna take my time with you, honey.  You’ll get what you want but it’s gonna be my way.”  He knows precisely how to turn you into putty in his hands, how to tease you so tortuously that you’re begging—all huffy and whiny desperate for more.  And he knows that you absolutely love it when he won’t give in right away.  

“Promise to never spend another night in that shit hole again, okay?.  Cause then I don’t get to do this.”  His lips trail from your jaw, sucking carefully down to your neck, his hand ghosting over your clothed core, causing your breath to hitch.  “Or this.”  His hand dips into your waistband, calloused fingers just barely touching over your clit, eliciting a gasp from you.  “And this.”  His voice his low as he continues his assault on your neck, his fingers coming up to roll your nipple between his fingers through your shirt and you swear you’re dripping to the point that your thighs are sticky.  “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.  Gonna get you so cum drunk.”  He says against your skin.  All you can do is let out little mewls.  “Huh, baby?  You all worked up and needy?  So pathetic and whiny for me.”  At this point you’re grinding your heat into his thigh, searching for any kind of friction at all.  “Eddie.”  You’re whimpering miserably.  

His strong hands grip under your thighs, hoisting you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom as you begin to kiss down his stubbly cheek and along his jaw, the scent of his aftershave still lingering from yesterday.  Finally, he pulls your pants down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor, then pulling his shirt over his head, now displaying his many tattoos and lean figure.  Your eyes land on his happy trail, his delicious little happy trail that you could never get enough of and it has you rolling your hips.  “Shh, sweetheart.  ‘M gonna take care of you, don’t you worry.”  His ring clad fingers lingers over your soaked panties, gently caressing you in his hand.  His other hand tugs at the hem of your shirt and you quickly oblige, throwing it off.  “Good girl.” He purrs, thumb grazing your bottom lip.  “This too.”  He demands, finger hooking into the strap of your bra, letting it snap back into place as he releases it.  His eyes are drinking you in, he’s practically drooling at the sight before him.  In no time, you're flinging the bra across the room, almost completely exposed to him except for your panties.  

Plump lips start kissing their way down your torso, leaving you shuddering at the sensation, his hand still cupping your heat which leaves you feeling hopeless, completely at his mercy.  He takes a nipple in between his teeth before sucking on it carefully, his tongue caressing the little bud as it hardens, your back arching and your breath catching in your throat.  A large hand moves from your heat to your upper thigh, traveling down to grip your ass, every touch setting you on fire.  His lips begin working on the other nipple, his other hand twisting the now neglected one between his fingers, you letting out a sigh as you squirm, hips wiggling against him.  “That feel good?”  He asks cockily with his mouth against your breast.  All you can give him is a moan in response.  “Bet I could make you cum just from this alone.”  He chuckles.  He could but you know it would also take a while and you need release now.

“Ed, please.”  You beg.  “Please, been thinking about you since last night.”  You admit through heavy breathes while he continues to tease you.  “Mm?” He sounds pleased while glancing up at you through hooded eyes.  “What, does it turn you on when I get all protective?  Did you secretly like that I put that guy in his place?”  His raspy voice has you wiggling against him again, his bulge pressing into your thigh through his jeans.  “You know I don’t like fights.”  You manage to get out.  “Especially when they get you arrested.”  You’re gasping for air, his lips still sucking, fingers still pinching the other bud.  “But fuck…”. You sigh.  “You’re so hot and it’s so sexy how protective you are of me.”  You finish your thought, fingers dancing along his shoulders.

Abruptly, he stops what he’s doing, now hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs and shoving them into his back pocket.  “Yeah, sweets?”  He taunts.  “Mmhmm.”  You squeak as he blows air over your sopping wet center.  “Please do something.”  You plead with him, grabbing at his curls, attempting to pull him closer.  “Yeah?”  He asks, eyebrows raised, cockier than ever.  “Yes!”  You chirp back.  “Well since you asked so nicely…”.  He trails off before attaching his lips directly to your clit, your hands tugging at his hair and your hips bucking up.  His arms wrap around your thighs as he buries his face into you as if you were his last meal.  Tongue tracing shapes into your clit, he teases your hole with the tip of his finger, moans escaping you left and right.  It made it even filthier that he kept his rings on.  Your hips are twitching, legs shaking, no signs of him letting up anytime soon.  

His finger pushes inside of you, curling into your walls before adding a second one, just how you like.  As you try to grind yourself up into him, his strong arms pin your thighs to the mattress, his free hand pushing down on your lower stomach so you’re forced to endure the pleasure.  That feeling starts to build up, the one that you can’t stop chasing once you start, white hot burning pleasure.  Eddie continues curling his fingers into you, hitting the right spot every time which only makes you whimper softly.  He takes a moment to detach his lips from you, looking up at you fondly as your chest quickly moves up and down, blissed out beyond belief.  “Look so pretty, baby.  Think you can cum for me?”  He asks.  While he inquires, his hold on your lower stomach loosens as well as his arms draped over your thighs and at this you try to roll your hips to meet his fingers only to be pinned back down by his powerful arms, thighs unable to move and hips held hostage by his hand holding you there.  “I asked you a question, honey.  You already that cum drunk?  Didn’t even cum yet and here you are, looking like you’ve been fucked stupid.”  His words are mean in the best way possible.  “I—I can cum for you Eddie.  Please let me cum.”  You gasp for air.  His thumb begins to circle your clit, finding a delicious rhythm while his other hand is occupied by curling his fingers precisely inside of you.  Lips are trailing along your hip bone, becoming wet and sloppy as your slick coating his lips paints your body, his tongue then gliding over your skin—body trembling.  “There it is, sweetheart, almost there.  Show me how good it feels.”  A whisper against your stomach.  

You’re shaking from the pleasure, almost on the brink of your orgasm.  It builds and builds, Eddie replacing his thumb with his lips yet again, suckling on the swollen bud.  “‘M gonna—‘mm gonna—“. You can’t even finish your thought as you pant like you’re in heat.  Eddie mumbles against you, coaxing your climax out of you, fingers still working you like a guitar.  “C’mon baby, cum all over me.”  You reach that point where you’re about to release but it won’t wash over you yet, still chasing it desperately.  Whines fill the room, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your eyes clench shut and your back arches off the bed beautifully, your walls pulsing around Eddie’s fingers and your clit throbbing under his mouth.  Nails scratch down his bare shoulders as he encourages you through your high.  Whimpering from overstimulation as your body tries to wiggle away from him, his strong hold not allowing you, he continues.  “I know, baby.  I know.”  He coos.  “Let it all out, angel.”  And as you come down from cumming so hard, he doesn’t give up, still tracing his tongue over your clit, fingers still inside of you.  “E-Eddie, so sensitive!”  You grip his shoulders, claw marks now running down them, your body trying to move out from under him but he won’t have it.  “What’s the matter, baby?  You were just so needy and now it’s too much?”  He mocks.  Your stomach muscles are tightly clenched, hands now gripping at the sheets below you in fists.  If you said your safe word he’d stop without hesitation but that’s not what you want, in fact you love when he overstimulates to the point that you’re not even on planet earth the following few minutes.  

Eventually, your face looks fucked out enough to Eddie’s liking, removing his fingers as your release spills out into the sheets, sucking on his fingers as if he’d just devoured his last meal.  Your eyes are shut from exhaustion but you know you’ll have the energy to keep going after you recover.  Eddie’s presence hovers over you as he presses a loving kiss to your cheek, plopping down beside you and pulling you into his side.  The motion causes friction down there and at this you let out a whimper.  “I know, poor baby.”  Eddie murmurs into your hair.  “All cum drunk and I haven’t even put my cock inside you yet.”  He whispers.  

He’ll let you lay there to regain your composure for as long as you need.  And in this time you take it upon yourself to bring up his words from earlier.  You tilt your head up to look at him as you rest against his chest, eyes becoming doe like before you ask your question.  “You really wanna marry me?”  You ask with a hint of insecurity.  He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin thoughtfully.  “I do.”  He confirms with a soft kiss to your lips, meaningful and promising.  “In fact…”  he states, sitting you both up against the headboard, removing his arm from around you to turn away from you, hiding something from your line of sight.  Face contorting into confusion, you try to sneak a glimpse at what he’s doing but it’s not successful.  He hops out of the bed, a puzzled expression on your face as he gestures for you for you to scoot to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over the side.  

“So, I know this isn’t exactly all fairytale-like and all big and extravagant but…”. Suddenly he’s down on one knee.  You’re completely naked and he’s shirtless in his ripped jeans, panties shoved haphazardly into his back pocket, one of his rings, the skull one that occupied his ring finger held in between his fingers as he promises it to you.  “Will you marry me?”  He asks, a shy grin on his face, cheeks tinted pink and hair a mess from you tugging on it and you think to yourself that this moment couldn’t be more perfect.  No it’s not some big premeditated gesture but it’s so Eddie and everything you love about him so there’s not a doubt in your mind when you answer him, tears rolling down your face.  “Yes.  Yes, I’ll marry you!”  You're nodding vigorously, extending your left hand out so he can slip the ring onto your finger.  It’s entirely too big but you don’t care as you gale at it as if it were a diamond.  Your hands cup his cheeks and you kiss him like he could disappear in seconds, him pushing you back into the bed as he hovers over you, a lovesick look etched into his features.  Mumbling against your lips, he swears to you that he’s going to save up and buy you any ring you want.  He finds it endearing when you tell him the one you want is already on your finger.  “Okay, then if that’s really the one you want we can get it resized.  Your fingers are too little.”  He’s holding your hand up and inspecting it, a playful grin on his face.  

The remainder of that day is spent making love to each other, making each other feel good in every way possible.  And, yes, the ring does fly off and across the room whenever you’re undoing the zipper of his jeans but as you’re crawling over to retrieve it he just grabs you by your chin, a proud smile gracing his features.  “How’d a pretty little thing like you wind up with a guy like me?”  He asks genuinely.  You take a moment to grab the ring from where it landed, moving to stand in front of him and setting  it in his palm, forcing his fingers around it as you reply.  “How could I not end up with you?”  You offer before speaking again.  “Hold onto that for me, I’m gonna need it to become Mrs. Munson.”  The smile that pulls from him is enough to make you tear up as you finish unzipping his pants, about to give him the best head he’s ever had.  That he deserves.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst

[afwfan]

Let’s begin, shall we?

On paper the rules for tonight are quite straight forward. Lilith has been providing entertainment to her audience for some time now and is keenly aware that true success is in the details.

This is a 60-minute ironwoman match, submissions only, and Lilith knows that when she promises this, her audience is expecting a 60-minute match, and if these two women go all out then the first one to lock on may well be the end of the affair where her opponent can’t use her arm or stand unassisted.

No hairpulling. No biting. No gouging. Easy enough?

No kicks, punches, or slaps. No elbows or knees. A cross body off the ropes is ok, but no jumping off the top rope and no drop kicks. Basically, no part of your hands, elbows, knees, shins, or feet can touch your opponent unless they are part of something to hold, squeeze, or twist.

Throws and slams are perfectly ok – but only onto your opponent’s back and only onto the mats. So, no picking someone up and dropping them on your knee, the turnbuckles, or the ropes.

And this is the important part. Yes, it’s expected to be competitive, but… If you know you’ve been caught there’s a hand signal. Touch your opponent twice with a free hand or kick the mat twice with a free foot. Now we work. The wrestler that’s caught needs to let the world know they are suffering. They don’t need to scream; in fact, it’s preferred that they do not – the crowd isn’t that big nor is it that noisy. Just make sure the audience can see your pain, take your time… And then tap out.

“What if she doesn’t know I’ve caught her?”

Then apply more pressure, slowly, until she does. One thing must be perfectly clear – you both need to be professionals and you both need to be smart enough to protect yourselves. And if either of you gets hurt, I’ll be watching. If the person to blame is the one who came on too hard and fast, you’re done here. If the person to blame is the idiot who doesn’t surrender, then it’s on you.

“What about a strangle or choke?”

Lilith pauses for a moment….

You could just follow the same as above, tap twice then sell. You could tap out/surrender properly, or you could even sell going to sleep.

“And if she doesn’t tap twice to begin with?”

Then apply more pressure and if, between the two of you, the decision is that someone is going to tap or go to sleep… Lilith decides she’s ok with that.

It’s almost the full hour now, and the score is tied at three falls apiece. Both women have put on a show and Lilith is happy with the audience engagement and response while trying to figure out how long before she sets up one of these matches again.

The smaller wrestler has deceptive strength and has already lifted and slammed her larger opponent at whim. Both women are near exhaustion, surely the size difference must be a significant advantage by now? Not so much it seems as the larger grappler is lifted off her feet for a hip toss. The smaller wrestler very literally “hops” into the air, twists suddenly, and crashes her opponent flat on their back, coming down on top to crush her ribs into the bigger woman’s solar plexus.

Stunned and gasping for air, it takes a moment for Bexy to get back to her feet. Looking around the spotlights beaming into the centre of the ring make it even harder for her to see her tormentor, and then Bexy realises Teah isn’t to be seen?

That’s because Teah is standing directly behind her…

The sleeper hold is clamped on like nothing less than a lover’s embrace. There’s no pain. Teah’s bicep is squeezing against one side of Bexy’s neck and the flat of her forearm is against the other. The expressions on Bexy’s face convey the rest. Surprise. Concern. Realisation…

Lilith knew that Bexy was both competitive and expecting to win tonight. The draw would have been bad enough, but with the clock ticking down she is moments away from a 4-3 loss. That’s probably why she didn’t tap twice. Teah just squeezed harder.

Lilith is ok with that.

The final bell rings, seconds too late… For Bexy that is.

4-3 for Teah on the night. And the crowd is most impressed indeed.

#women wrestling #female wrestling #daz3d #womenwrestling #female fighter #sleeper hold #bexyfights

[powerofelvis]

DK if you take requests, or wrote this before, but how about Elvis having sex with a woc!reader for the first time? He's never been with a black girl before and he's all cute n' nervous.

Fever Dream

Pairing: Elvis x Black!Reader, Austin!Elvis x Black!Reader

Word Count: 5878

Warning(s): Fluff, Angst (if you squint), SMUT, vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal penetration

A/N: Here it is finally! I am literally over the moon that I am able to write for my own representation. This is my first time and definitely not my last so I hope this is good. I will continue this story eventually because it’s so damn good.

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The last place you had ever expected to be was in California with your best friend, Tamara. However, you both were huge Elvis fans–Tamara more than you. While you did love his music and his charismatic personality, you didn’t know him from the man on the moon. Tamara had managed to get two front-row seats at Elvis’s Comeback Special. That’s all she talked about for months, leading to you arriving in Burbank. You couldn’t believe it–you were literally days away from finally seeing Elvis Presley in person. While you did bring many outfits that you had never pulled out of your closet, Tamara had to force you along with her to go shopping. “Tam, now I already have clothes. I ain’t buying nothin’ else.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. California was definitely different than Georgia; the humidity didn’t mess up your curly hair.

However, you were already enjoying California. The vibes were all there, you just needed to see Elvis, and your life would be made. Tamara also ensured that you enjoyed yourself after breaking up with your toxic ex. David was sleeping around with the girls who worked at his job all because he was upset because you were not putting out. Your mama had always taught you that you had to love yourself before you could love someone else and that your purity was one of those things that you should give to the person that you loved. You weren’t sure that you loved David. You weren’t even sure that you would marry him; you just put up with him and his cheating ways because he was your first love. You had loved him once, but it was long gone as time passed.

Now that Tamara had sprung this trip on you, you were hoping that you would leave California as a new person. Seeing Elvis was the icing on the cake, but who knows? You could be staying longer than you had planned. “Let’s go run the town, Tam!” You tugged her out of the airport and into the warm California sun.

3 Days Before Comeback Special

You woke up to Tamara shaking you by the shoulders. “Wake up, silly! We got shopping to do!” She laughed as she hopped off of your bed, running into the shared bathroom of the hotel room that you both shared. Your eyes rolled, getting out of bed. “And what time is it?” You looked up at the clock that ticked on the wall. 11:30. “Well, usually your sleepy behind is still in bed. However, we are in California, so we need to have fun while we are here!” She yelled from the bathroom as she got ready. You groaned, digging through the closet as you pulled out a pink and black jumper. The matching black pumps were in your hands as Tamara walked out of the bathroom–fully dressed.

“I honestly can’t believe we are here.” You chuckled, standing in the bathroom mirror, brushing out your now lustrous and thick locks. Your hair was pretty long, even when wet. You decided to embrace your hair today, not wanting to take more time than already needed. “Alright, Tam, let’s go!” You yelled, walking out of the bathroom, grabbing your clutch and the room key. You both set out of the room, ready to paint the town with your besties' shenanigans.

Tamara decided that you both needed to go shopping at one of those nice boutiques. As you were walking down the sidewalk, listening to Tamara go on and on about another Elvis fantasy of hers, you could see a huge crowd of screaming girls in front of the store that you wanted to go into. “Now, what are we gonna do?” Tamara clicked her tongue, turning to look at you. “We are gonna get in there; we came all the way down here, and for what?” You were surprised at how you grumbled, feeling annoyed that the store was blocked in. You grabbed Tamara by the hand, pushing through all of the screaming women, before pushing open the door to the boutique. You stood in the doorway, inspecting your hair again, ensuring that those crazed lunatics didn’t mess up your afro-natural hair. However, you could have been in the same store with another lunatic because Tamara nearly knocked you over. “Tam!” You glared, falling into a body. “I’m so sorry!” You turned to the person, apologizing profusely.

There in front of you was Elvis Presley. “Holy-!” You nearly swore but bit your tongue to keep the words from pouring out. Tamara screamed, bringing you out of your thoughts as if they were a fever dream. “Tamara, don’t scream in the poor man’s face. That’s rude.” You snapped, popping her hand. “It’s quite alright, baby, do you want an autograph? Tamara, is it?” His southern drawl droned out like hot butter on a biscuit. Tamara gripped your arm, shaking you wildly as you both witnessed Elvis signing an autograph for your friend. You chuckled, allowing your friend to at least enjoy herself because it’s not every day that you meet your idol in person. “What about you, sugar?” He asked, tilting his head to look at you. “Oh no, I’m-” “Y/N! That’s her name!” Tamara yelped out, giving you a look of disbelief. She knew that you were only trying to play coy, but as your best friend, she wouldn’t let you miss out on getting Elvis’s autograph. Elvis chuckled, writing on the paper before handing you both the individual pieces that each had your name written in his infamous handwriting.

“Say, are y’all doing anything on the 3rd?” He asked, his eyes not leaving your frame. “Yes! We are actually here for the comeback special!” Tamara spoke, looking between the two of you. Tamara knew that look that Elvis was giving you–it was as if he had been enchanted by your beauty. She did agree with him because you were a beautiful woman. From your magnificently thick locks to your bronze complexion, darkly golden eyes to match. Elvis looked happy to hear this from Tamara, his icy blue eyes looking you over once again. “Well, I want to invite y’all to my house for a party after the special. Just a thank you for being sweet.” He smiled, writing down his address before handing it over to you. Your fingers reached up to take the paper from him, his fingers slightly sliding against yours. Your heart could have jumped out of your chest at the contact, but you decided to play it cool. “Well, I’m sure Tamara will be dragging me there so we can see you again.” You smiled at him.

“I hope to see you again, sugar.” He smirked before turning away to leave the store, and both of your mouths gaped.

Two Days Before Comeback Special

“You have to call him Y/N!” Tamara tells you for the 50th time since your interaction with Elvis at the boutique the day before. “And say what?” You looked over at her, popping another peanut into your mouth as you both sat on your shared bed. “Uh, how about that you would want to see him again!” She laughed, grabbing a pretzel before popping it into her mouth. “Yeah, right. He was probably just looking to score with me. I’m not stupid; the man is a damn sex symbol, for crying out loud.” You weren’t sure if you wanted to go down this road, especially with Elvis Presley. He had women throwing themselves at him left and right, so why would you be special? There was no way that he would be interested in you anyway–right?

“So? Call him, or I’ll call him for you!” She laughed as she grabbed the paper that adorned his phone number. “Alright! Alright! I’ll call ‘im.” You rolled your eyes as you walked over to the phone that sat on the bedside table. You weren’t exactly sure what to say to him, but you would call him so Tamara would leave you in peace. After pacing the floor for what felt like hours, you picked up the phone, dialing his number. It rang for what felt like forever before a voice picked up on the other end. “Hello?” The voice on the other end didn’t sound like Elvis. You were beginning to feel like he had given you the wrong number as a prank. “Uhm, is there an Elvis Presley there?” Your voice came out in a squeak, putting your hand over the bottom of the phone as you cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, is Elvis there? This is Y/N; he gave me this number.” You spoke with more confidence, biting your bottom lip. “Oh yes, let me get him for you.” The voice said before you could hear him yell out for Elvis.

“Yeah, Pa?” You could hear his southern drawl, and your heart picked up speed once again. Then you looked over at Tamara, who was still sitting on the bed, watching you closely as if she was watching her favorite movie. “It was his dad!” You mouthed, eyes wide as you realized that you were talking briefly to Vernon Presley. “Hello? Sugar?” His voice came through the phone. “Oh..hey, I was calling you because you gave me your number?” You said, biting your lip again. You looked over at Tamara, who face palmed before shaking her head. You were hopeless, you know. “Yeah, I wanted to see you again before the special, if that’s alright with ya?” He chuckled, clearly noticing how nervous you sounded over the phone. “Why do you wanna see me again exactly?” You asked, confused that he would waste his time on a girl who wasn’t even into his scene. Elvis chuckled, shaking his head as if you could see him.

Ever since he saw you, he couldn’t get you out of his head. You were standing in the boutique with your friend, playing like you were shy–-but he knew better. You were oozing confidence, and he loved that about you. Your honey molten eyes could stare into his soul, and he would open his soul for you to do so. Your bronze complexion had him on his knees; what he would give to run his hands over your body as he held you in his arms. He didn’t just want sex with you, and he wanted you to believe him, even if you didn’t. “Sugar, I really wanted to see you again. No funny business.” He swore as he played with the phone cord lying against the wall. “Let me take you out. I promise if you don’t like me afterward, I ain’t gonna bother you again.” He said seriously.

“Okay, I’ll try it out.” You gave in, wanting to see him again. You may have acted as if you were a tough nut to crack, but you would be a fool if you were to turn Elvis Presley down.

1 Day Before Comeback Special

You were sitting in the bed, watching Tamara run around the room as she tried to gather your outfit for your little date tonight with Elvis. Elvis said that he would pick you up from the hotel around 7. It was 5 PM, and you weren’t even worried in the least. “Am I the only person that is freaking out over YOUR date tonight?” She stood there, pulling at your arm before pushing you into the bathroom. “Shower girl! You need to smell good just in case he decides to try something.” She joked. “Elvis said that he’s not gonna try anything, so get your head out of the clouds because he ain’t getting in your drawers. Thank you.” You rolled your eyes before getting in the shower. Even though you weren’t freaking out on the outside, you were definitely freaking out on the inside. Once you were out of the shower, you stood in the mirror in your satin robe, grabbing your curling iron as you curled your hair. After your hair was curled, you decided to go ahead and do something simple with your makeup—something to make your complexion pop.

“Alright, Tam, what do you have for me?” You asked, walking out of the bathroom. Tamara held up a black dress that looked like it would hug all of your curves in the right places. “Elvis is gonna flip seeing you in this, girl!” Tamara smirked, passing the dress to you. “Go get ready; Elvis will be here soon!” She squealed, pushing you back into the bathroom. You chuckled, putting on the black dress before sliding on your black pumps. Since it was December, you covered up your shoulders with a shawl. You walked back out of the bathroom, posing for Tamara. “So?” You asked, sitting down in a chair as you watched Tamara look you over. “Honey, you are gonna knock him dead tonight!” It wasn’t long after that a knock rang out. You stood up, officially freaking out because you knew that it was Elvis.

“Tamara, go get the door! I’m going to check myself over again.” You ran off into the bathroom.

Tamara rolled her eyes, opening the door as she saw Jerry standing there. “Oh, hello!” She waved at him, looking him over. “Elvis didn’t tell us that he had a gorgeous friend.” She smiled. Jerry smiled at her. “Well, I’m here to keep you company while Elvis takes your friend out.” He looked past her, looking for you. “Where is your friend, by the way? Elvis is waiting.” He said. As he spoke, you came out of the room, looking at Tamara and Jerry. “Where is he?” You asked, looking out the door. Elvis peered inside of the room, eyes immediately looking at you before looking you over. He bit his lip, thinking that you were gorgeous. “Are you ready to go, sugar?”

You could have fainted, seeing him look at you like you were the only person in the room. You nodded, walking over to them as you said your goodbyes to Tamara and Jerry. Elvis led you to his car, opening the door for you. Once you got inside, he closed your door before getting in on the other side. “Where are we going tonight?” You asked, playing with your fingers as you looked over at him. You had been on a few dates, but this would be different. You were on a date with Elvis Presley. You were in his car, and he wanted you. “I’m going to take you to this new place where you can fill your belly and dance until your feet fall off.” He chuckled. “Sounds good.” You said, suddenly excited that you were going to dance the night away with him.

He arrived at the club not long after, allowing his car to be taken away by the valet. He took you by the hand, leading you inside. The club was poppin’ off nice; women were grinding against their dates as the music thumped against their bodies. Elvis led you towards the back of the club, sitting down in the booth across from you. You sat down as well, taking in your new environment. You had never been to a place like this, but you loved it. It was as if he knew that you loved to dance. “Do you like to dance, sugar?” He leaned in, his electric blues watching you. You nodded your head, dancing a little to the music that was playing. “I’ve been dancing for most of my life. My mama had me dance when I was younger, and now I work at a dancing studio down in Georgia.” You giggled.

A waiter came by your table, looking over at Elvis with such shock. “You’re Elvis Presley!” He shouted. Luckily for both of you, the music was loud that nobody heard. “Yes, but could ya’ keep that to yourself?” He laughed. The waiter nodded, proceeding to take your orders before walking off star-struck. As the night went on, you truly enjoyed Elvis’s company. He was right about having your belly full because you were filled. “Do you wanna dance, sugar? Show me those moves.” He chuckled, standing up from the booth as he took you by the hand. You giggled, following him to the dance floor as you started moving your hips from side to side. “Come on, Elvis, I’ve seen how you move. You move better than me.” You chuckled as you watched him begin to move his hips. He danced better than you imagined; you could feel yourself fluttering both in your heart and between your thighs as you watched him move.

“I’m having such a wonderful time, E.” You whispered as the song suddenly slowed, pulling him closer to you by his jacket. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you both swayed to the music. “I’m glad that you are, sugar.” He whispered against your ear. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you, but he didn’t want to run you away. You looked up at him with your deep brown eyes, and he melted right under your gaze. “I’m pretty nervous about tomorrow, ya’ know? It’s been a long time since I’ve performed in front of people. All I’ve done was these movies that the Colonel signed me up for. I definitely don’t wanna sing Christmas music forever.” He chuckled, but his eyes gave him away. You looked up into his eyes, frowning at his confession. “Only you can find your way back, Elvis. Make music that makes you happy because, at the end of the day, your happiness is what makes your fans happy.” You whispered into his ear. You really did have the touch to say the right things because his eyes shifted after your words. “Come on, let me get ya’ home.” He sighed, tugging you out of the club.

The night was almost over, and you were truly upset. You didn’t want to leave Elvis, but you understood that he had a long day tomorrow before the special would start. As he pulled into your hotel, he looked over at you. “I had a great time, sugar.” He smiled, grabbing your hand as he helped you out of the car. “I did too, E. I’ll see you tomorrow, yes?” You asked, tilting your head to look up at him. He nodded, leaning down to press his lips on your forehead. He didn’t want to kiss you, not yet. The door to your room opened, revealing a disheveled Jerry and Tamara. You giggled, seeing that Tamara was trying to distract you so that Jerry could wipe the lipstick off of his mouth. “Jerry! Let’s go!” Elvis chuckled, looking back at you with a wink before walking back over to his car. Jerry followed on his heels, but not before pressing a kiss to Tamara’s lips. Jerry and Elvis pulled out of the parking lot, leaving you and Tamara staring back at them in awe.

Comeback Special

You were awake before Tamara, looking into the closet for your outfit for the day. The day that you and Tamara visited the boutique, you found the cutest outfit that you wanted to wear for the special. The short and pink dress that you pulled out of the closet had a matching jacket, and you settled for the black pumps that you had worn on your date with Elvis the previous night. “Tamara! Wake up!” You yelled, pulling the covers off of her body. She groaned, turning over to glare at you but was greeted by your smiling face. “Someone is excited to see their man today.” She giggled, sitting up in the bed. You rolled your eyes, a smile gracing your face as you put your outfit down on the bed. “Let’s go to the pool before we get ready for the special later.” You smiled as you reached into your bag, pulling out your swimsuit. Tamara jumped out of the bed, pulling her own swimsuit out of her bag before racing off to the bathroom. You shook your head, getting dressed into your swimsuit, completely taken by your thoughts. The phone rang in your room, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Hello?” “Hey sugar, I wanted to give you a morning call before I get too busy with the special.” Elvis crooned into the phone. You melted, hearing his morning voice. It was raspy, and the southern accent was very visible. You giggled, twirling the cord with your fingers. “Well, hello to you too, E. Tamara and I are going down to the pool before we get ready. I know you’ll put on a helluva show tonight.” You were affirming positive vibes that, hopefully, he kept with him today and throughout his performance tonight. “Thanks, sugar; I can’t wait to see you tonight. Remember that we are having that party afterward!” You both said your goodbyes as Tamara was coming out of the bathroom. She smirked, seeing you walk around the room with a swooning grin on your face. “Was that Elvis?” She smirked, poking you in your side. “Hush, let’s go give you a tan for your Jerry.” You teased, leading her out of the door and down to the pool.

It wasn’t until after three that you and Tamara had gotten dressed and were now heading down to the NBC studio where the special was taking place. Since Tamara had gotten the front row seats, you could find your seats quickly. The studio director was running through the rules with everyone, making sure that they knew that it was going to be filmed. You weren’t listening–looking around for Elvis. “Y/N, it’s not time for him to come out yet.” Tamara giggled, pointing to the studio director who was telling everyone to applaud. You clapped your hands along with Tamara while waiting for Elvis to come out.

Soon enough, the lights dimmed a bit, and the applause sign lit up–causing the whole studio to light up with applauses. “Welcome to the NBC stage, Elvis Presley!” You looked over to where the claps were the loudest, seeing Elvis walk out in a black leather suit. Your jaw dropped to the floor. He looked damn good, and you were sure he knew that too. “Well, shit, he looks fine.” You whispered to Tamara, who was also staring with her jaw slacked. “Yeah, he does! Holy shit, sister!” She grabbed your arm, watching as he walked up on the stage. His eyes immediately found yours, sending a wink your way. You bit your lip, looking him over before smiling at him. You mouthed, ‘Good Luck’ before he walked away to grab his guitar.

Well, since my baby left me

Well, I found a new place to dwell

Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street

At Heartbreak Hotel

Where I'll be, I'll be so lonely, baby

Well, I'm so lonely

I'll be so lonely; I could die

You clapped along with Tamara as you watched him sing songs that made him happy. You were happy that he was singing songs that made him feel like he was at home. Once he finished singing Heartbreak Hotel, he went into Jailhouse Rock, one of your favorite songs. You could fall over, witnessing Elvis in his element, moving his hips along to the music. “It’s been a long time, baby…a long time.” He smirked as he spoke into the microphone. It took everything in you not to rush on that stage, kissing him all over his face. As the show went on, you realized that he was incredible, and you wanted to spend more time with him. “Tamara, I don’t think I wanna go back to Georgia..” You whispered to her. She gave you a knowing look before taking you by the hand. “I don’t either, Y/N.”

The special was over before you knew it, and you knew that Elvis was waiting for you. Jerry walked up to Tamara, pulling her into his arms before looking over at you. “Elvis is waiting for you backstage.” He smiled, grabbing Tamara by the hand before leading you both towards Elvis’s room. You all made it to his dressing room; Jerry immediately stopped you as the two voices came from the room. “The colonel is in there; just wait out here.” He said as tugged Tamara off to do god knows what. You listened against the door, hearing Elvis speak to this Colonel man about knowing whether he excited an audience–you really couldn’t make out what was being said. The door opened soon after, and a short man with a cane and a hat walked out. His gaze landed on you, and he glared before walking off in the other direction.

“Okay…” You chuckled, walking inside of his dressing room. Elvis was standing with his back toward you as he was watching something on the television that was in his room. “E?” You spoke, walking towards him with a small smile. He turned around, his face immediately lighting up as he opened his arms. You walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. “You were incredible, E! It was amazing!” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. He smiled shyly, hugging you tight against his body. He smelled like cinnamon and aftershave, but it was the best feeling that you had ever smelled. You didn’t want to ask him what was happening with that colonel man because you had him smiling. “Ready for this party?”

The party was at his house, with people all over the place. His bodyguards, who you later learned were called the ‘Memphis Mafia,’ invited what seemed like the entire state there in his home. You sat beside Tamara, listening to her talk to Jerry about things that you could care less about. You were glad that she could find someone who made her happy because she deserved it. Elvis came up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You giggled, looking up at him. He had changed into a blue button-up shirt, but the two top buttons were undone. You had to hold yourself back from pushing him against the wall. Elvis had seemed to notice that you were holding yourself back, holding you against his body. “I wanna show you something.” He whispered, pulling you away from the party towards his room. Once you made it into his room, he pulled you towards the balcony of his room which showed the entire outskirts of Los Angeles. “I usually come up here when I need space away from everything. It’s so peaceful out tonight.” He hugged you, looking up at the moon that was shining against your bronze skin.

“You’re very beautiful, sugar. I hate that you have to leave tomorrow.” He sighed, holding you tighter. You looked up at him, shaking your head. “Tam and I decided that we are going to stay. I want to stay here with you.” You laid your head on his chest, looking up at the moon. Elvis smiled, turning you to face him. He could have danced, and for very good reason. You were staying for him. For him. He couldn’t wait any longer; he had to make you his. Elvis pressed his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as your lips moved over his. “Y/N, I can’t stop thinking about ya’. Ever since we met at the boutique the other day, you were always in my head. I just can’t see myself with anybody else but you. Would ya’ be my girl?” Elvis asked, hopeful. You nodded, pulling him back to your lips.

Elvis pulled you back to his bedroom, pressing you against the wall as he looked down at you. You reached up, pressing a heated kiss to his lips before moving your lips down his jawline. He pulled away, looking down at you–his electric blues seeming to have darkened. He pulled away, biting his lip, suddenly becoming nervous. He had never been with a black woman before, so he wanted to ensure he did everything right. You were different than the other girls he had bedded before. Your brow arched, looking up at him, confused. “I’ve never-I’ve never been with a black woman before, sugar.” He whispered, looking away with a blush that spread across his cheeks. “Is that what you’re worried about, Elvis? Underneath my skin, I bleed the same as you. I have the same anatomy as all other women.” You chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt. “I want you.” You pushed his shirt off of his shoulders before pressing a longing kiss to his shoulder blade.

That was enough to push Elvis forward. He pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss, laying you back on his bed. You sat up, pulling your jacket off of your shoulders before unzipping your dress. You hurriedly pulled your dress off, revealing a white laced matching lingerie set that Tamara had made you wear. You silently thanked her, pulling Elvis against your body–lips pressing against his once again. This kiss was passionate–teeth clattering and tongues dancing with one another. You reached down, unbuttoning his slacks before pulling them down his legs. “Touch me, Elvis.” You whispered breathlessly. His hands shook as his fingers ran down your arms, the feeling being better than he had imagined. His lips pressed kisses along your neck, reaching behind you to undo your bra. When your breasts were free, he sucked in a breath–rubbing his fingers over your nipples. Your back arched against his hands, wanting more.

Elvis stepped out of his slacks, pulling his shoes off in the process. He crawled on the bed, pulling you into his arms as he placed kisses along the underside of your right breast before moving to the other. “You’re so so beautiful, sugar.” He whispered as his tongue swiped along your right nipple. You wanted him so bad, the heat rising in your stomach as your legs shook at the pleasure. He kissed down the swell of your breasts until he reached the top of your panties. He looked up at you–his eyes asking for permission as he ran his fingers along the fabric that covered your cunt. You nodded your head, giving him permission to continue. He tugged your panties off slowly, his blue eyes never leaving your face. His fingers moved along your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Your breath hitched in your throat, watching him as his fingers tickled the inside of your thighs.

He slid two of his fingers inside of you as his eyes continued to watch the expressions that you would make. “Ah E..” You groaned out, your head falling back into the mattress. Elvis was in love with everything about you and now to see your face contorted in pleasure, it was like he was in the presence of God himself. His fingers pumped inside of you, his lips running across his lips. “Don’t tease me.” You groaned, sitting up as you grabbed for his boxers. “Let’s take these off so I can see you.” You tugged his boxers off of his body, revealing his hardened pink shaft. This was your first time being with a white man but for a white man, he was well endowed. You pulled him down on the bed, grabbing his dick. You spit on your hand, moving your hand along the shaft. Elvis could have died seeing you pump his dick in your hands.

You bit your lip, watching his writhe underneath you. “I need you inside of me, right now.” You groaned, pulling away as you crawled on top of him. He grabbed your hips, looking up at you with a smile. “Are you sure, baby?” He asked, looking up at your beautiful face, asking your permission one last time. You needed him badly, so you nodded. “Yes baby, I need you.” He grabbed his dick, aligning with your entrance before slowly pushing inside of you. The stretch that came next was painful but it had soon subsided. Elvis sat there, waiting for you to get comfortable as he sat up, kissing your chest. You groaned, grinding your hips along his lap. “I’m ready baby, I’m ready.” Elvis didn’t need to be told twice, thrusting up into you slowly. You placed your hands on his chest, grinding your hips against his.

“Sugar, you feel so good.” He moaned, lacing his fingers with yours as he continued pumping into you slowly. It felt like you were floating in pleasure, throwing your head back—moaning loudly. Elvis groaned at the sight, speeding up as he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust. He watched your brown eyes close with pleasure, your curls bouncing freely as he fucked up into you. Your moans sounded like music to his ears, he wanted more. He needed you. Now that he finally had you, he wasn’t going to let you go. “Please—harder..” You moaned out, grinding down against his thrusting hips. He flipped you down on the bed, grabbing your legs before wrapping them around his waist. He pounded into you harder, pressing his lips to yours. Your fingers ran through his black locks, tugging softly.

His hair stuck to his forehead, sweat glistening on his brow as he pounded harder into you. Your nails dug into his back as you squeezed your legs around his waist tighter. “I’m gonna cum, E.” You groaned as you pressed your lips to his neck, sucking marks on his skin. He groaned, nearing his end quicker than he had wanted. He rubbed circles on your clit, groaning in your ear. Your back arched, the coil in your stomach snapping, throwing you headfirst into your orgasm. You moaned loudly, nails digging into his back harder. He groaned at the feeling, pulling out of you as he pumped his cock with his hand. He groaned, releasing his seed on your stomach. “Fuck sugar….” He moaned out as he laid beside you in the bed. You giggled, sitting up in the bed, grabbing the tissues out of the box next to the bed. You cleaned off your stomach and his cock before throwing the tissues in the wastebasket.

You laid back in his arms, catching your breath. “That was amazing for my first time, Elvis.” You giggled. “You were too cute too.” You teased, thinking about earlier when he was asking for permission and blushing at the thought of having sex with you. Elvis pressed a kiss to your forehead, lacing your fingers with his. “Why don’t you and Tamara move in with us at Graceland?” He asked, looking over at you. Your brow arched, looking up at him. “You want us to move in with you?” You asked quietly. “Yeah, why not? I want to be with you and you want to be with me, right?” He pressed his lips on your knuckles. “Yeah I do. I just don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t intrude, baby, I want to be with you all the time.”

“Okay baby, count me in.” You smiled, snuggling into his arms. You dozed off in his arms with the thoughts of how this trip turned out to be better than you imagined.

#austin!elvis x black reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis x black reader #elvis presley fic #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley smut #elvis presley fluff #austin!elvis x black!reader #daisy writes #daisy’s 200 followers celebration #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader

[robin-3]

"Pipsqueak"

Tsukishima x Short (Gender Neutral) Reader

Word Count: to be confirmed.

WARNINGS : Swearing (obviously this is a fluff so umm yeah those who like lots of gory stuff feel free to request I guess)

!PROOF READ!

Background: You were always rather intelligent, until you got into art and painting. Instead of writing to convey your erratic emotions, you'd grab a canvas, paint and a paintbrush and get to work. Your older brother Kotaro Bokuto always said you should research to find out what nearby High schools had an amazing art course. And so you did. And you did find a school with an amazing art course. So you transferred to... Karasuno High School! On your first day though, things did not quite go to plan...

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(The day you and your brother Kotaro Bokuto found out you were going to go to Karasuno High)

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"TARO WAKE UP!!!!!"

"WHAAAAAAAT?!?!" Kotaro yelled, throwing his pillow at your face angrily. "I got the message from Karasuno... Do you want to come and see if I can transfer?" You asked excitedly.

"...You...you haven't opened the message yet?"

"No...?"

Just as you said that, your older sprung out of his bed and rocketed down the stairs to your open laptop. You couldn't do anything, it was too late, your older brother was going to find out before you...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" An insanely high pitched scream came from the living room where your desk was. You nearly fell down the staircase but once you'd made it to your desk that Kotaro was practically worshipping... You saw it...

"CONGRATULATIONS!

Dear Y/N,

We are pleased to say that Karasuno High School would love to have you here.

See you next term!

Karasuno High School."

You stared wide eyed at the bright screen while your brother jumped up and down. Suddenly you heard a wine. "What's up with you now?" You asked gently, but cursing in your mind because you knew this was... Kotaro's Emo mode.

"YoU'rE gOiNg To LeAvE mE?!" He said, tears streaming down his face.

You'd already had enough so you simply and angri-... nicely stated,

"You dumbass I'm still going to see you every single fucking day!"

"OH YEAH!!!" He exclaimed, sending his signature wide grin your way.

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(On your first day)

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You woke up early to the sound of your alarm. You did your usual routine, take a shower, get dressed, brush teeth, e.t.c. The only difference was that you weren't walking like you normally would, you got your bags and headphones, got your fablrite playlist going (listen to your fav pkaylist for a better experience 🤪), then hopped on a bus that was heading in the direction of Karasuno High.

After what felt like forever due to the "first day" nerves, the bus grinded to a halt and you gingerly stepped off it. The fresh air of a new place swam through your hair. You hugged some of your recent and unfinished pieces of work against your chest.

When you got to the school you took in your surroundings, all the colours and shapes. As an artist, you saw everything in a different way to everyone. You always tried to appreciate the little things in life.

As you were swiftly walking to the Principal's office to collect your time table. Something was in your way. A tall wall... with blond hair?! Oh my god it's a guy, you thought. Forgetting you were still moving. You ended up slamming your body straight into him.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!"

"Watch where you're going next time Pipsqueak."

That comment made your blood boil.

"Huh? What did you just call me?!"

"I called you Pipsqueak... what are you, deaf?"

"You asshole! Who the hell do you think you are calling me a Pipsqueak?!" You asked angrily.

He looked down at you, he really did tower above your tiny figure. Admittedly this boy was quite cute, how his hair puffed up when he got angry, how he'd have to push his glasses up after looking down at you, how he'd storm off, disappearing in an instant.

Wait what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you thinking these things? You LITERALLY just met him. AND He LITERALLY just insulted you and your height.

You brushed it off and assumed you'd never see him again...

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(In the Principal's office)

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Soooo... remember how you assumed you'd never see him again? Yeah, no.

Sitting in a chair at the table was a tall blond, he turned around to look at you. The things that went through your mind were insane, you would be expelled if it weren't for the the years of experience your brother gave you in restraint.

"So, Tsukishima this is Y/N Bokuto. Y/N this is Kei Tsukishima." Said your new Principal, who you now will be holding a grudge against for the next 3 years.

"So you're Tsukishima." You stated with a hint of murder in your voice.

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(At the end of the day)

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The bell rang announcing the end of the day. You started walking out of your art classroom covered in paint. You had an interesting assignment, to paint how you feel in that exact moment. That ended with you aggressively throwing paint at your canvas.

You're teacher was impressed with your work... but laughed at your very very colourful face. She instructed you to go to the storage room and find the towels, so you did.

Once you got there, you saw that there weren't any. You went back to your classroom and told your teacher. The look on her face was priceless.

"It's always those Volleyball boys stealing all the towels..." She said, clearly irritated.

"It's not a problem at all don't worry. My older brother plays Volleyball so I understand. I can just go to the gym and borrow one of their spares."

"Alright." She said. You bowed and left the room in silence.

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(Outside the gym)

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The sound of shoes squeaking on the gymnasium floor echoed outside as you strutted towards the door. You knocked and opened it, but just as you walked in, a ball came flying your way. Your fist instinct was to dodge it, but instead you dropped you bags and received the ball like your brother taught you to.

All the boys stared open mouthed at you. While a silver haired 3rd year ran up to you asking if you were okay like a worried mother.

"Oh my god are you OK?"

"Oh yeah I'm totally fine, I need to thank my older brother Kotaro for teaching me that!" You chuckled lightly.

You scanned the room only to find your eyes being drawn to a certain tall blond.

"YOU AGAIN?!" You yelled angrily.

"Of course it's you." Tsukishima stated, massaging his temples in annoyance.

"Tsukishima how do you know this pretty student?" A tangerine haired boy exclaimed.

"He was in my way..." You mumbled bitterly.

The silver haired boy asked if you were OK one more time, then he asked if you needed anything. You quickly explained what happened and asked for a towel. He quickly ran up to a raven haired girl and she elegantly walked up to you, handed you a towel and introduced each of the boys while the team started practicing again.

"Thanks Kiyoko Senpai."

"Just call me Kiyoko."

"Oh. Alright then Kiyoko. I'll be on my way. Good bye everyone!" You exclaimed, and then realised the time and started running to the bus stop hoping the last bus if the day would still be there.

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(At the bus stop)

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It had started raining, you were sprinting down the path, praying that the bus would still be there. Unfortunately, when you got there, the bus had just left and you were stuck in dark and the middle of nowhere, your phone about to die, and in the cold and wet.

You sat down on the floor and started cursing under your breath. You just wished someone you knew would show up, anyone you don't care. You looked up at the stars and prayed for someone to help you.

"What the hell are you doing?" A familiar voice said.

You turned your head slowly to see the last person you wanted to be around. You took back every desperate prayer.

"Of course it's you again Tsukishima. I missed the last bus of the day, so I'm stuck here. Enjoy laughing at me" You said, feeling helpless while tears of anger and frustration started to form in your eyes.

Suddenly you felt him carefully put a jacket around your shoulder. He helped you get up and he started walking in a random direction. You started panicking a little thinking you were going to be kidnapped.

"Don't worry, I'm taking you to my house. Even though I don't like you I'm not the type to leave someone on the streets over night in the rain."

After he told you that, Tsukishima wrapped his arm around your waist and kept you close the rest of the way to his house. You were both silent the entire way.

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(At Tsukishima's house, p.s. was researching and lost the entirety of the second half of this story :( AHHHHHH)

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When the two of you got to his house, the rain had really started pouring down. You had this uncomfortable worried look on your face that he didn't quite understand the origin of. You could quickly tell what Tsukishima's thoughts were (you goddamn mind reader😒).

"I'm worried about my older brother. He'll probably be freaking out, especially in this weather. But my phone is out of battery so theres nothing I can do." You explained quickly.

Tsukishima took a tiny moment to think, then quickly dug his hands into his bag looking for something. After less that two seconds, he pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and stretched out his long, muscular arm.

You gave him the, "SERIOUSLY?!" look. Tsukishima gestured for you to take it, and so you did. Your tiny hands quickly dialed in the house number. The tall blond ushered you towards the couch, trying to tell you to sit down.

Once you had gotten comfortable, you pressed the call button, and waited, and waited, and waited. It felt like a lifetime before someone picked up the other end of the line answering with an extremely erratic, "Hello?"

You instantly knew who it was,

"Hey Akashi it's me Y/N! I'm so so sorry I missed my bus and then my phone ran out of battery. Is Kotaro OK?"

"Ummm... So here's the thing... Bokuto is in his room cry-... hiding under his blankets and refusing to come out..." He croaked quietly in fear of the vicious owl.

You had an idea. Hehehe 👹😈

"KOTARO!!!!!!!!!!!" You screamed down the line. Akashi's ear drums definitely burst and was now bleeding on the floor. (Sorry Akashi!!!)

Tsukishima covered his ears and sent a deadly glare at you. This was followed by multiple bangs that progressively got louder and louder until...

"BABY OWL IS THAT YOU!!!?!?!?!"

"Hey Taro! I'm going to have to go in a minu-"

"DID THAT MEAN BLONDE BEANSTALK THAT YOU TEXTED ME ABOUT KIDNAP YOU?!"

You snickered at the blonde male sitting next to you but stopped instantly when his eyes turned a menacing red.

"...no. But you should be VERY greatful because he SAVED me from mOtHeR nAtUrE. Akashi will explain what happened but I'm not using my own phone right now so to save battery I'm going to go OK?"

"HAAAAH! YOU'RE NOT LEAVI-"

"Sorryiloveyou!!!!" You quickly said and hung up.

You sat back at exhaled deeply. "Hey umm... So despite my initial reaction to you. I'd actually like to be your friend..."

"Fine."

Hold on! Was it going to be that easy?

Just kidding. 🤡

"On one condition."

"FiNe!!!!"

"Let me keep calling you Pipsqueak."

You sat and thought for a second.

"Alright deal!"

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(7 months later)

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It had nearly been a year.

But each day you spent with your wonderful beanstalk, the closer you became. After a month he gave you head pats. After 2 months he gave you hugs. After 3 month you had fell for him so damn hard. After 4 months you'd both have sleep overs. After 5 months he'd let you call him Tsukki. After 6 months he started buying you art supplies (which is literally every artist dream, or at least mine hehe). And after 7 months your brother accepted him. (Lol)

You had obviously caught feelings for him by now. Fortunately for you, Tsukishima's birthday was coming up. So you put your art skills to the test and painted a picture of you both at a beach.

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(27th September, Tsukishima's Birthday, at a newly opened cat café)

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The soft meows of cats and kittens filled the atmosphere with joy and sweetness. Aromas of strawberries chocolate and more filled the small café. You took in all the shapes and colours of this new place. Pink walls, wooden floor planks, vintage table and more. You walked in to find your best friend sitting by a table, absolutely covered in confetti and birthday badges. He had onne tiny party hat sat atop his head.

"Awww look at you! All dressed up for your special day. I hope the team wasn't to hard on you. HAHAHA! IS THAT A PARTY HAT!?"

"Shush you stupid Pipsqueak! They forced me to wear it. If they found out I wasn't they'd tell you one of my biggest sec-... nevermind."

He gently sighed and gestured for you to sit next to him, and so you did. Your knees trembled a bit as you tightly held your gift in your lap.

To your suprise a soft little ginger kitten jumped onto the table and sat right in front of you. Your heart melted at the sight of this.

"Oh my god.... Look how cute Tsukki!" Excitedly you picked it up and held it close. The smile on your face made him blush so hard but luckily for him you were too obsessed with the kitten to notice.

"Tsukki look!" You pointed at a big fluffy cat that had jumped onto his lap. His lips curled up into a soft smile. At that very moment you knew that today was your only chance. You had to take it.

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(After having your drinks and playing with cats and kittens. It was now 21.30)

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"Hey Tsukki. So you know how I do art and all?"

"Yeah... What about it Y/N?"

You picked up the neatly wrapped present and handed it to him gingerly.

"I decided to do a painting... I hope you like it. Oh and there's a note on the back."

Tsukishima looked at you and then at the gift. He carefully picked it up and tore away the wrapping paper. Your heart was pounding like a drum.

Inside was a beautifully painted picture of you and him at the beach smiling so brightly. In the background was Suga talking to Daichi, while Tanaka and Nishinoya were having a dog fight. And as usual, Hinata and Kageyama were bickering. God they're annoying.

Tsukishima then turned it around to find a note stuck to the back with these words written:

"Everyday is perfect, because you are there.

Here with me is where you belong, for now until the end of time.

Will you be mine?

From your favorite Pipsqueak <3"

His cheeks grew redder and redder. Oh no does he not feel the same way.

You blurted out and said, "Tsukki I really really like you. You had to know and I'm so so sorry. I know this is going to ruin our friendship but I just needed you to know how I felt. I know you probably don't feel the sa-...hmm????"

His lips met yours. Cutting you off. Your instinct told you to protest after he shut you up with a kiss. But your heart won.

His long harm snaked around your waist while your small hands cupped his cheek and gently caressed it. God you loved the way he'd pull you close.

You both pulled away for air, and stared into eachother's eyes lovingly, you started giggling a little which made him grin at you.

"I really really like you too. How didn't you notice Pipsqueak? Everytime I told you that you still looked pretty, even though you were covered from head to toe in paint."

"Oh damn... Can I ask then? How long has it been like this?"

"After 3 months I had fallen for you so damn hard Y/N."

Your heart fluttered at his sweet words.

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(2 months after you both started dating <3)

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You're boyfriend Tsukishima started telling you that you should try to find out what Colleges had an amazing art course. And so you did. And you did find a College with an amazing art course. The only problem this time, was that it wasn't nearby. Despite this, Tsukki was super supportive and told you to apply anyway. And so you did.

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(On the day the acceptance letters come out!)

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Tsukishima slept over at your house the night before so he could be there when you find out if you got in or not. You were up before everyone sitting at your desk, stress doodling. When you suddenly got a notification.

This time you didn't wait. You opened the letter and it read:

"CONGRATULATIONS!

Dear Y/N,

We are pleased to say that a place at our prestigious college in Italy has a special place for you and all your talent.

Our specialised teachers are excited to meet and work with you!

Hope to see you after the end of your high school experience!

*whatever name* College."

You sat there. And then you screamed at the top of your lungs and started crying.

"I GOT IN!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA!" You started laughing as Kotaro and Tsukki came racing down the stairs.

"nO wAy YoU'rE lEaViNg Me AgAiN?!"

"No she's not Bokuto, not for anytime soon at least."

Tsukishima quickly walked over to you and pulled you into a hug and twirled you around. This was the life you had always wanted.

A supportive older brother. And an extremely loving boyfriend. And your future set and bright.

The End <3

Thank you for reading my lovely supporters!!!

#tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #enemies to lovers #fluff #anime and manga #gender neutral reader #cute #haikyuu

[romancingdaffodils]

i know you literally just did my request like yesterday however another idea came (cum) to me . write this whenever you feel like it love u SO! you know what football games are like in most households. cheeky pint of beer and whatnot. how about there's like a big football game going on and most of the boys are going over to like ash's house and wilbur invited you over to watch it with them and the entire time wilbur is just very loud and drunk but the minute he notices you're like overwhelmed or something he instantly goes all sweet and soft. like he'll turn to you, give your hand a quick kiss and say like "are you alright? are we being too loud? we can go home if you want?" and it's just wholesome fluffy fluff because we loveeeeeee himmmm thank youu

Football, with friends.

part of the PaP au :)

RHANKS JADE LOVE U SM THIS REQUEST WAS SUPER FUN TO WRITE AND TOTALLY RELATABLE i’m not happy u made me not have reader as a spurs fan it would’ve been funny

artist!wilbur x reader as always

1.1k words super cute

mentions of alcohol, and anxiety but apart from that pure fluff!!!!!

wikbur is a cute boyfriend :)

it’s so bewildering you guys are loving this series so much it’s rlly cool and i’m so happy and proud and all of those positive words

England games. Arguably, the worst, and best 90 minutes of your life. You hated, and adored them. Wilbur had invited you over to Ash’s to watch one, you’d accepted obviously. It’d been just over ten months since you’d met Wilbur, seven and a bit months of you being officially together. You loved every second. You liked his friends, all the ones you had met anyway. What you hadn’t realised about Ash’s get together was everyone would be there; all of Lovejoy, Tom and most of Wil’s uni friends. You’d met them all individually, but never in a big group. Never watching football. You tried to push away any anxiety as you ran down to your now boyfriend’s car, he’d arrived to pick you up a few minutes ago. He honked his horn as he looked over to you, smiling like a maniac. “IM COMING, IM COMING!” you shouted in response, you quickly opened the door and hopped in.

“Hi dove.”

“Hi Wil.”

“Are you excited?”

“We’re going to lose.”

He laughed, looking at you. He gave your thigh a light squeeze, a soft sign of ‘oh well’. He turned his body to watch out the back window, arm on your seat to support himself. You watched the muscles in his arm shift, he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He knew it drove you crazy, he thought it was sweet. “It’ll be fun, promise. We got cider just for you.” he said, foot pushing on the accelerator as he drove - you had left your flat’s parking.

“Beer is gross-“

“-Unless you’re drunk. That’s why we have cider, Tom said he’d drink it with you.”

“I feel like a child now.”

He laughed once more, so did you. Ash’s place wasn’t too far, you arrived in about ten minutes. And so, the chaos began.

The match hadn’t even started yet, you were all squashed onto a too small couch. Wilbur had sat you in the corner, his and your own knees pressed together and his arm wrapped around you. Everyone had already started drinking, the room felt a bit like a pub. Hot, and sticky - with football playing in the background.

Wil wasn’t really one for parties, especially when he had to drive. Although, the two of you had decided you’d drive home, whilst in the car, so he could enjoy the time with his friends. He’d been reluctant to agree to that, but you just wanted him to have fun. He’d sit off in a corner - probably clinging to you - whilst telling everyone little facts. However, he could get into football. You were sat in a room with mostly men, watching football. You could celebrate, get into the game, scream at the ref, even. But, Jesus Christ. Being in such close quarters to loads of guys watching an England game was almost like hell.

70 minutes, you were winning 2-1. They just got louder and louder, you were starting to feel a little overwhelmed. You felt sick. The smell of beer really wasn’t helping the nausea. Your face had contorted into an anxious look, your leg started to bounce.

Wil noticed, he hadn’t noticed right away, but he had now. He wasn’t exactly sober, the second he saw your worried state his mind flipped. “Hey.” he whispered, voice no longer loud and boyish. It was sweet, genuine, and extraordinarily calming. His mouth was just above your ear as he whispered. “You alright, dove?” he questioned, hand rubbing up, and down your waist. “We being too loud?” he added, moving away your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“Yeah. It’s loud.” you whispered back, turning your head to face him. His chocolatey eyes reflected concern, rather than their usual mischief.

“We can go home, if you’d like?” he offered, resisting the urge not to scowl over at his friends for upsetting his lovely sweetheart.

“Nono, it’s okay, don’t want to ruin your night.” you replied, smiling over at him. You had calmed down a bit, although your leg continued to bounce. Your eyebrows remained furrowed together too. Wil frowned and turned his head.

“Hey. Guys, I completely forgot I have a client I need to call. I’m really sorry. Y/n and I will have to head off now, can’t believe i forgot about this sale.” he said, speaking louder to get his friend’s attention. They all looked at him, Joe raised his eyebrow. He didn’t say anything though, you were grateful, you felt so incredibly guilty. Wil didn’t seem like he minded, he stood up and held his hand out for you. You took it, legs feeling a little shaky after how overwhelmed you had been. Waves, goodbyes and handshakes were exchanged as you left Ash’s. Each day you grew more grateful you had met Wilbur.

You sat down in his car, taking a deep breath. He was looking at you, his hand resting on your thigh. “You alright, love?” he asked, his voice thick ,and sweet - as always. You nodded in response, hands on the wheel. You were calming down, you just needed a little push.

“Wil, can you- can you, um, tell me about what you’re working on right now. You’re painting.” you said, looking at him. Obviously, the whole situation had left you a little shaken. His voice was a distraction from the guilt, and anxiety.

“Yeah, ‘course I can. It’s a nice one. Not as nice as your portraits. But, still.” he said, smiling at you. You smiled back. “It’s a garden, y’know the butterfly garden in the park. Yeah? That one. Actually, funnily enough dove, you took the picture that’s my reference. Strange that, isn’t it?” he spoke, something so soft and delicate about his voice. His hand ran up, and down the length of your thigh, you took comfort in the repeated action. His eyes never left your face, reading your emotions like an open book. “Bit overwhelming, love?” he asked, tone soft once again.

“Yeah. I feel terrible though, you didn’t have to leave. Have I ruined your night?”

“Not in the slightest, any time I spend with you is time well spent. You couldn’t ruin anything, ever. Let’s go home then, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yours or mine?”

“Wherever you’d like.”

“Mines a mess at the moment.”

“To mine then.” he replied. Both of you had whispered that conversation, small smiles on your faces. Wilbur had decided that he needed to ask you to move in with him, soon. Very soon.

#artist!wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you #wilbur soot #i lobe them #please help #artistbur #wilbur soot fanfiction

[kpop-kitkat]

I'll Find You | Nishimura Riki

pairing | best friend!nishimura riki x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, idol au, crying, yelling, hurt comfort, happy ending, mention of ENHYPEN

wc | 1.6k

notes | none

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 

Little nine-year-old Y/n giggled as her best friend Riki pushed her on the swing at their favorite park. 

“Riki! Too high!” She begged him to stop.

He held onto the chains and dug his feet into the earth, stopping her from swinging so high. “Sorry,” the ten-year-old blushed. 

“It’s okay,” she smiled at him. 

Even though they’d known each other since kindergarten, Riki always got shy around her. Why? He’d grown a little crush on her.

 "Let's go back to my house and play dolls!" Y/n suggested.

 "Eww. How about we play my Nintendo at my house?" Riki proposed instead.  

 "Fine," she crossed her arms, hopping off the swing and turning to Riki. "Only if we play Mario Kart. The other games are boring."

 "Whatever you want."

~~~~~

 "No! You cheated!" Y/n exclaimed, throwing her controller onto the couch with anger.

 "How could I cheat in this game? It's literally impossible," Riki laughed.

 "I don't know! You're Riki! You always find a way," she sighed.

 "I do, don't I?" He smirked at her before shutting the console off. "Come on. My mom made dumplings for dinner."

 Despite her sour mood, her frown slowly turned into a smile when she thought of her favorite food.

 "Ha! You can't resist. Let's go," he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet before going downstairs.

~~~~~

 "Do you want to die?" Eleven-year-old Y/n threatened. 

Riki couldn't hold his laughter back. "I'm sorry! I was aiming for Seonwoo!" He apologized, dropping the water gun that was in his hands.

 "Well now I have chlorine up my nose. Just great," she rubbed her eyes as she treaded the pool water.

Riki jumped in and swam towards her. "Hey, I said sorry," he repeated, seeing how her mood changed.

She smirked before jumping at him and dragging him under water. She held him under until he needed to resurface for air. "Hey!" He exclaimed, running a hand through his wet hair.

 "Pay back," she smiled, splashing water at him, catching him off guard.

 "So that's how it is, huh? You asked for it!"

A splash battle of the ages. Worthy of a spot in Japanese history.

~~~~~

Thirteen-year old Y/n hummed along to the song playing in her head phones when there was a light knock on her door. "Come in."

 "Hey honey," her mom stepped in. "Can I talk with you?"

 "Yeah," she replied, removing her headphones before sitting straight up in bed. "What's up?"

Her mom took a seat at the end of her bed. "Your dad got a promotion."

 "Wow that's amazing!" She smiled, then tilted her head in confusion. "But why don't you sound happy about it?"

 "Because Y/n," she sighed. "In order for Dad to get the promotion, we need... we need to move away. To America."

 "You're joking, right?" She laughed nervously.

 "I'm not unfortunately. And you need to have all of your things packed and ready by the end of the week."

 "But Mom, all my friends live here! Seonwoo, Jake, Ryujin, Jisu, and... Riki," she explained. "I can't leave them all!"

"It isn't your decision to make honey. We need this money. You can make new friends at your new school," she smiled.

 "I don't want new freaking friends!" She screamed at her mom, careful not to let a bad word slip.

 "Y/n! That is not how you talk to me young lady!" Her mom scolded.

 "I'm not leaving Riki! I'll run away!" She threatened. 

 Mrs. L/n let Y/n have time to cool down before speaking again. "I know you have a crush on Riki Y/n, it's obvious. But there are plenty of other boys out there. You'll find someone."

 "I don't want anyone else," she teared up, giving in and hugging her mom tightly. "I just want Riki."

~~~~~

 "So this is it, huh?" Riki rocked on his heels, back and forth. "You're really leaving me."

She nodded and fought back the tears. "I don't want to go," she cried, sweater paws covering her red eyes.

 Riki didn't hesitate to embrace her to comfort her. "I don't want you to go either, but you have to," he sniffed, mentally cursing himself for letting his weak and vulnerable side show. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "I love you. You're my best friend. And you always will be," he smiled. Although these words hurt and comforted Y/n at the same time.

She nodded and adjusted her bag over her shoulder before going to enter a terminal, which would take her to a plane that would take her away from her best friend and crush. She stopped in her tracks when she heard Riki yell, "I'll find you! I promise!" And as much as she wanted it to be true, she doubted it would ever happen.

But he was Riki. He'd always find a way. Despite the fact that her address was unknown, they had no phone contacts, and she was going to live halfway across the world, he would find a way.

~~Six Years Later~~

Y/n hummed along to Fever by ENHYPEN. And yes, she knew Riki was a part of that group.

Y/n never forgot the day she left Japan. And she still remembered his promise. But ever since he debuted as a k-pop idol four years ago, she gave up on her dream of ever seeing him again. She could only fantasize it in her head.

But Riki never gave up. Even after pursuing his career as an idol, he only thought of Y/n. How he promised he'd find her. How they were both adults now. How he regretted never telling her how he really felt.

They were just kids back then. They'd have to grow up and make new friends eventually, right? Riki made new friends, unlike Y/n. But nobody ever replaced her as his best friend. Nobody ever could.

As Y/n scanned the road before crossing, some tall guy with blonde hair and headphones caught her eyes. He seemed to be looking for something. And when their eyes accidentally met, the two of them both felt a strange familiarity, but they refused to acknowledge it, until Y/n took a step towards him, examine his features. "Riki?" She tilted her head, smile overtaking her features. 

"Y/n," he sighed, the brightest smile on his face as he moved his headphones, adjusting them around his neck. He couldn't stand there any longer and ran to her side of the sidewalk and embraced her quickly, arms tight around her torso. She hugged his waist tightly, head burried in his white sweatshirt. "I can't believe it's you," he quivered and sniffed.

"Me either," she cried. "How did you find me?" She did not let go of him, too scared to lose him again. She was now on her tiptoes, arms moved to hug his neck as his hands fell to her waist.

 "I just had a feeling you were here. My friends and I are here for work purposes, and our hotel isn't far from here," he explained. "Plus I'm Riki. You know me. I always find a way."

She pulled away and smiled. "Those are my words," she chuckled, hugging him again, sighing. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he smiled, lifting her a couple inches off the ground and twisting left and right. "Six years is just too long."

 "Way too long. Now you're twenty, tall, and blonde," she laughed. "And a part of one of the biggest k-pop groups ever."

 "How did you know that?" He tilted his head, looking into her eyes.

 "You're huge in America Riki. A lot of people know you," she stated matter-of-factly.

 "Well it doesn't change the way you see me, does it?" He wondered.

"Of course it doesn't silly. You'll always be my Riki."

 "Yeah," he blushed, a thought coming to his mind. "Speaking of being yours... umm... could I be your boyfriend instead of your best friend?"

She'd never been more caught off guard than she was right now. "W-what?"

 "I've liked you since kindergarten Y/n. The feeling kinda... never went away. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. We know each other like the back of our hands," he reasoned, taking her hands in his. "Do you feel the same?"

"Of course I do. Silly," she shook her head.

In little time, her lips were on his. He couldn't help but smile into the kiss as he cupped her warm cheeks. They could care less about the world around them. "I love you," he hummed against her lips.

 "I love you too."

~~~~~

Who knew dating your best friend was like heaven? They knew everything about each other. From their favorite movies to their most embarrassing stories. There were hardly any arguments between them. They always understood each other's position. It was as easy as ABC. 

Of course, no relationship was perfect. And many times they went long distance because of Riki's idol life. But their love never failed. 

On a lonely day at their apartment in Seoul, Y/n called Riki in the middle of the night, feeling sad.

"Hey angel. You should be in bed. Why are you calling me?"

 "I miss you Riki."

He sighed through the other end. "I miss you too angel. This is really hard for me too. But I'll see you in two weeks."

"That's too long," she whimpered.

"Please don't cry. I hate it when you cry. I love you. You know that?"

"Yeah. I love you too. Just come home safe. Please."

"Of course I will," he took a pause. "But you need to rest and eat well, okay?"

"Okay. Goodnight Riki."

 "Good night angel. I swear, I'll marry you one of these days."

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Nurse Jack Reporting For Duty (Slight NSFW 18+)

A Ballerina's Tale Fic

AN: Getting hurt leads to ultimate boyfriend cuddles

Synopsis: You injure yourself during a performance and Jack does whatever he can in order to make you feel better

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: two of my amazing anons 😘💕

A Ballerina's Tale Masterlist

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This was the last night of one of your series of performances before you would get a much needed break which you couldn’t wait for. Jack had promised to take you to Bora Bora and you were literally counting down the minutes until you would be able to go. Jack was in the audience of course and he also brought along Urban, and your best friends Kehlani, Jess, Blanca, and Solana (SZA) as a surprise for you. 

You were in the middle of your performance when you went to do a Grande Jeté and you could feel something was wrong when you landed. You did your best to keep going and not scream out in pain which you immediately wanted to do. It was difficult, but you made sure not to put all of your weight on your left foot and performed the moves to the best of your ability, but of course with Jack knowing you like the back of his hand, he knew something was wrong when he saw you wince. Other people probably didn't catch on, but he knew you were in pain. 

You couldn't even remember the last time you had an injury from dancing and you were praying that nothing was broken.

It had to be when you were fourteen or younger. 

Knowing that you were almost done since Jack had literally seen this show multiple times, he got up and told everyone else to come backstage when it was finished and he was going to wait for you in your dressing room to make sure that you were okay.

What he didn't expect was you holding onto Mason and Marcus, who you frequently danced with hopping into the room while tears were streaming down your face.

"Babe?!" Jack exclaimed and was a little upset because he had been right and this was the one time when he didn’t want to be. 

The two of them had gotten you as comfortable as they possibly could before running off to call 911 so paramedics could come and do a once over on you. They obviously wouldn’t be able to tell if anything was broken, but you had a feeling that you would be spending the rest of the night in the emergency room when you were in fact supposed to go out to celebrate with your friends. 

Jack immediately went over to you to try and get you to breathe because at this rate, you were about to send yourself into a panic attack.

"Prima, breathe for me baby. It's going to be okay." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"But… what if it's broken!? I won't be able to dance! I'm supposed to dance at The Grammy's and now I might not be able to! And we can’t obviously go to Bora Bora now if I can’t even walk!"

"We aren't going to think like that."

"How can I not!? It hurts so bad!" 

And Jack knew you weren't one to complain about pain so for this to be your reaction, he knew that it had to be bad, but his main priority was to keep you as calm as possible. 

"Baby, I know, but.."

"What if this injury ends my career? I've worked too hard for this." You exclaimed while more tears were forming and running down your face at a rapid speed.

"Prima, that's a little extreme. Look at me." You sniffled a few more times before looking at your boyfriend who began to wipe your tears away and kiss your cheek.

"Whatever happens, I'll be with you the entire time. You know that right?" You simply nodded as you held Jack's hand tighter.

"I know you're scared, but I know for a fact that they are only going to have the best medical team looking after my little prima. Okay? One step at a time, and you'll be dancing again before you know it." 

Urban, Jess, Kehlani, Blanca, and Solana were confused when they reached your dressing room to see literally everyone surrounding it.

"Oh shit, is she okay?" Kehlani exclaimed while attempting to get closer.

"I wouldn't have been able to tell something was wrong because of the performance that she put on." Urban said while shrugging.

"Well she is the principal dancer for a reason."

Just then Blanca was making a beeline to get closer and everyone quickly followed.

"Excuse me! Best Friends coming through! Step aside!" 

Once they finally reached you, they saw Jack holding your hand, you crying, and the paramedics examining your left ankle.

"What happened!?" Jess exclaimed while looking between you and Jack.

"I have no idea, so I just bought myself a ride in the ambulance to figure it out." You sighed and obviously couldn’t help but to feel defeated. 

You were now sitting on the couch with your left ankle wrapped and elevated on a pillow with an ice pack to decrease the swelling.

Nothing was broken, thank God.

However, you did have a really bad sprain. 

And you needed to stay off of it for six weeks.

So you could kiss that vacation to Bora Bora goodbye until the next time you had an extended period of time off. 

"Baby?" You heard Jack call you and all you did was groan since he wrapped you up in a blanket burrito and you didn't feel like moving.

Since your head was semi-covered, you peeked out of the blanket to see him standing in front of you.

"Yes?"

"You need to eat something. I let you sleep earlier, but we aren't doing this."

"Not hungry."

"Prima." Jack said and you don't know if it was the tone he used or how he said it, but you knew that he wasn't taking no for an answer.

"My usual from the Chinese place is fine." You mumbled.

"2 egg rolls, crab rangoon, wonton soup, and shrimp egg foo young coming right up. Oh and your half and half. Can't forget that."

"I knew I kept you around for a reason."

"Why? To blow your back out?"

"No, because you memorize my food orders. That's just a plus."

"Seriously?" Jack asked while looking at you in disbelief.

"What do I have to lie for? And can you come and lay with me please?" You asked while holding your arms out while you assumed Jack was ordering food for the two of you on his phone. 

“Of course I can, just give me a minute.”

You slowly unwrapped yourself and moved to the edge of the couch so Jack could pick you up and sit behind you while he slid you onto his lap.

“Babe, can you please answer Blanca and Jessica? They said you haven’t text them back and they are now texting me every thirty seconds to check on you.”

“Oh, I guess I should.”

Blanca- Bitchhhhhh answer us!

Jess- Is your ass alive?!?

Blanca- Of course she’s alive! She just sprained her ankle, but we can’t know for sure, I’m about to text Jack

Jess- If he even answers, you know she’s his main priority and concern

Blanca- True, probably playing “nurse” to her right now

Jess- Mmm hmm, nasty asses. Just waiting for the I’m pregnant text.

Blanca- I give them a year AT THE ABSOLUTE MOST

Jess- Oh, I was going to say next week

Blanca- Well damn lmaoooo

You- LADIES

Blanca- Oh, there she is. Bitch, you okay?

You- I’m fine, thank you for checking on me

Jess- It just took us threatening your boyfriend for us to get an answer from you

You- I promise, I’m okay just a little sad

Blanca- Sad for what? You get a break and you can have Jack blow your back out every night. Am I missing something?

Jess- BLANCA! SHE CAN’T WALK!

Blanca- What does walking have to do with anything? All she has to do is lay there and make him do all the work. I literally do not see the problem here. Does the name missionary Jack ring any bells? Anyone?

Jess- They were supposed to go to Bora Bora. That’s the problem. 

Blanca- Oh. Right. Sorry boo.

You- I’ll be fine

Blanca- But…. look on the bright side. You got your man to wait on you hand and foot!

You- He literally carries me everywhere

Jess- Ultimate swoon

Blanca- That’ll make a pussy throb. Whew I remember the first time a man picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

You- Bye you two

Jess- Go get your back blown out!

You set your phone back down on the coffee table and then turned your attention to your boyfriend who was simply looking at you.

“What, you creep?” You asked while pinching his cheek.

“Nothing, I can just tell you’re sad since we obviously can’t go to Bora Bora now. But we can always move it to a later date.”

“Is that even going to be possible? We know how you like to work yourself to death.”

“Hey! I’ve gotten better. And if it has to do with you, you already know that I’m going to make time for my baby.”

“I know, I just…. Six weeks?!?!”

“And you will have me for that entire time. If I have to go somewhere, you’re coming with me and I’m carrying you.”

“Jack, I do have crutches. No need to carry me.”

“I beg to differ.” 

“Such a simp.”

“And I don’t see you complaining because if you didn’t realize, it goes both ways.”

“Of course it does, but I’m still going to call you out on it.” You said as you started to play with his beard. That quickly became one of your favorite pastimes. 

“Do you need more ice for your ankle? Did it start to melt yet?”

“I think it did, but I don’t want you to move just yet.”

“Prima, I’m coming right back.”

“No.”

“Babe, we have to get the swelling down! Your ankle is three times the size that it normally is!”

“Fine, but no detours, Jackman.”

“The kitchen is literally a few steps away and you’ll be able to see me from right here.”

“Not the point, now hurry up and come back before I change my mind.”

You literally eyed Jack from the time he slid you to the side so that he could get up, and then made his way into the kitchen. You were pouting the entire time and all he did was look at you and laugh.

“Jackman, I find nothing about this funny.” You said while your arms were crossed and Jack had bent down to unwrap your ankle and put the new bag of ice he got for it on it. 

“You’re cute especially when you get angry because you’re so little.”

“5’3 is not little.”

“It is when I’m 6’3 and can literally throw you over my shoulder.”

“Sooo, are you about to?”

“Am I about to what?” Jack asked as he was wrapping your ankle back up and it caught him off guard when you winced. 

“You okay?”

“Yes, it’s just still really sore. Now answer my question.”

“Answer mine first because I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Am I about to get thrown over your shoulder or what?”

“Not until your ankle is healed.”

“JACKMAN THAT IS SIX WEEKS FROM NOW.”

“I’m aware.”

“JACKKKKKKKK!!!!”

“You having a temper tantrum is not going to change my mind either. Have to keep you as safe as possible.” Jack was finally done wrapping your ankle and took his rightful place back on the couch and slid you onto his lap while making sure your ankle was still elevated. 

While you still continued to pout.

“That would make me feel better though.”

“What would?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“If you want something from your boyfriend, I suggest that you use your words.”

“But….”

“You tell me any other time. So what does my baby want me to do?” Jack asked while whispering in your ear and slowly slid his hand that was resting on your hip inside of your leggings and noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath and slowly started to rub small circles on your clit making you moan out in pleasure.

“Mmm, keep going.”

Jack wrapped his other arm around you to anchor you to make sure that you didn’t make any sudden movements that would hurt your ankle even more or at least he was hoping that you didn’t.

Because six weeks might turn into twelve. 

Jack then began to place kisses along your neck as he inserted two of his fingers at the same time.

“Damn, who got you this wet? It’s like a waterfall down here.”

“Only you, obviously.” You said between breaths as Jack sped up his pace moving in and out of you.

“Don’t get smart with me because I’ll stop right now.”

“You act like I don’t have a vibrator?” You said and his grip on you became tighter. 

“The vibrator that’s upstairs? How are you getting to it? I carried you down here, remember?”

“Jackkkk, come on.”

“Come on, what?”

“Make me cum.”

“Are you done being a brat then? And I didn’t even hear you say please.”

“Yes, I’m done and please?”

Jack then inserted two more fingers into you before watching you come completely undone in front of him and he could feel that you were sliding off of his lap and quickly pulled you back up.

“Oh fuckkk.”

“Don’t try to run from me now.”

“I’m not.”

Just then Jack had an idea.

“Lay down.”

“So you really aren’t throwing me over your shoulder?”

“Baby, be patient, otherwise I’ll stop.”

“Your girlfriend is injured! The very least you can do is give her what she wants.”

“You literally just came all over my fingers less than thirty seconds ago.”

You stayed quiet because you already knew that Jack had absolutely no problem with edging you the entire night and that was the last thing that you wanted to deal with.

“Lift your hips, baby.”

You did as you were told and Jack slowly slid them off and threw them to the side while playing special and close attention to your ankle. He then made himself comfortable in between your legs and placed the left leg over his shoulder in order to keep it elevated before he took one long lick and you could feel his beard tickling you.

“Are you comfortable like this?” Jack asked and you quickly nodded. The last thing he ever wanted to do was make you uncomfortable seeing as you already technically were.

“Put your other leg on my shoulder too.”

You knew better than to make any sudden movements because the last thing that you obviously wanted to do was cause yourself more harm and let your boyfriend do what he does best.

“Shiiiiiit.”

You could never get over how good Jack always made you feel and you could honestly say that he was the first boyfriend that ever put your needs first and gave you his undivided attention.

“Babeeee.”

“Keep your legs spread and give me some room down here. One wrong move and I swear your athletic thighs are going to crush me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Prima, you got one more time before I stop.” You held up your hands in defense as Jack went back to the task at hand. 

It was now around midnight and you noticed that Jack was starting to fall asleep while also trying to do his best to stay up with you just in case you needed him to do something for you. In your mind, he did more than enough for you today and had gone above and beyond to make sure that you were okay.”

You poked his side to get his attention.

“Huh? I’m awake!”

“Barely.” You said while laughing. 

“Did you need something?”

“No, just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me in more ways than one. That’s all.” You said while hugging him from the side and he quickly leaned down to kiss the top of your head, 

“And you know that I’m always going to without a second thought. Nurse Jack reporting for duty.”

“And you just so happen to be a very good one. You kept me fed, made sure my ankle was okay and made me cum multiple times. I call that a win in my book. So, same time tomorrow?”

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