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gemini-sensei · 6 months

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Apron | Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Reader

Kinktober Day 10: Size Difference

CW: monstercock!Demetri, housewife!Reader, rough and unprotected sex. (unedited)

There were few things that felt better than coming home after a long day at work. Demetri had the privilege of coming home to a beautiful wife whom he loved very much, which was always the best part of his day. Throwing everything aside to go find her became a routine, one that usually resulted in a lot of kisses and cuddles and relaxing together.

Today she'd chosen a different approach.

When he walked into the kitchen, where he usually found her, he didn't find her cooking anything up. Instead, he'd found her wearing nothing more than a thin, rather small apron. It kept nothing to the imagination as all of her curves were on full display, her tits spilling out and the fabric hardly covered her nipples, and the length was practically useless as one step forward would reveal her mound to him. At the sight, he was salvating and wife eyed. What a beautiful treat.

The only thing batter than coming home after a long day at work for Demetri Alexopoulos was getting to watch his thick, long cock disappear in his wife's cunt. With her front pressed against the wall and her back bent, he held her fat ass cheeks apart so that he could see his length sink into her wet, needy pussy. Her accompanying moans and little gasps were music to his ears. He kept a steady, slow pace with her until he bottomed out.

Reader had made sure she was nice and prepped for him, knowing he'd been in boring old meeting all day and wanted to treat him to something special. It didn't take much to get her husband riled up, so a little apron was enough to do the trick.

He bent his knees to be level with her so his dick could fit into her fat little cunt. Her tightness wrapped around him made his mind so foggy. He groaned as he started to pull out, barely doing so before thrusting back into her. She braced herself against the kitchen wall and moaned loudly, satisfied with how deep he hit inside of her. It already made her dizzy.

However, the position wasn't the best for him. He wouldn't be able to go for too long like that, so he changed it up fairly quickly.

He wrapped his arms around Reader's waist and secured them tightly, ensuring her against him as he sank the entirety of his cock in her cunt before standing straight. He lifted her off her feet and pressed her front against the wall a little tighter, her palms on the surface to hold herself up as she threw her head back and moaned. It was somehow better than moments before, his thick dick rubbing against the best spots.

He then continued thrusting in and out of her tight pussy, watching her ass jiggle with each impact of his hips against it. Under him, her feet dangled a few inches off of the floor and shook with his rough thrusts. She had no control of them as she moaned and cried out in pleasure, feeling nothing more than the pleasure he rocked through her.

It didnt take long for him to make her come, but all she could do was beat a fist on the wall as she threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. Hot, milky cream escaped the tight seal their bodies made, cascading down the base of his cock and over his heavy balls. They smacked into her engorged clit, making her cunt throb whilst also turning it into a frothy mess. She shook in his arms as it inevitably prolonged her orgasm as he didn't stop pounding into her.

"Oh, my God, Dem! Demetri!" she moaned, hitting the wall again and again and again. Her hand would be sore but she couldn't find it in herself to care at that moment. It felt too good. "You're so deep! Fuck me up!"

He grunted, saying nothing but doing as she pleaded. He thrust harder and faster into her sensitive cunt, arms still tightly secured around her hips. He held her in place and slammed his cock into her, listening to her chant of his name devolve into jibberish nonsense. Soon, he had her coming on his cock again, making a bigger mess. So much so, her cum dripped onto the floor from his balls.

As her velvet walls constricted around him for the second time, he lost himself. His hips smacked into her ass faster as he neared the end. As his orgasm poured over him, he gave a couple of final thrusts before stilling. His cock throbbed deep inside her cunt with ease release of every rope of his thick cum. His tip rubbed against her spamming cervix and filled her up.

She rested her head against the wall, moaning lowly as she felt it. He already filled her pussy up by having the biggest cock she'd ever seen but everytime he came inside of her, it made her feel full and heavy. She panted softly as her high simmered down and she was left with the feeling of being undoubtedly stuffed full of cock and cum.

He kissed the back of her shoulder, holding her in place so that she took everdrop of his cum. He whispered in her ear, "Always so good to me."

She smiled with a little giggle. "Only for you and your big dick."

#demetri alexopoulos smut #demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos x reader #demetri alexopoulos headcanons #demetri alexopoulos #housewife!reader #cobra kai #cobra kai smut #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #kinktober #gemini sensei

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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Ellie Williams Headcanons: HouseWife!Reader

My Masterlist

Ellie loved providing for you.

She took on all these gnarly tasks, patrols, dealing with trespassers and infected, do people always traded her the best of the best.

She loved coming home to you after a long day of patrol.

Loved seeing you sway to the radio in the pastel pink apron she'd found for you, humming along with the tune while you stirred your pot of stew that sat idly on the stove.

Enjoyed how pretty you were, loved looking at your pristine clothes, perfectly done up hair and simple makeup.

You were her certified arm candy. Ellie, always wearing dirty jeans an old ripped top and muck on her face she hadn't washed off yet, with you on her arm.

It's so funny to look at lmao

Tries to make you smoke a joint with her one night. You practically coughed your lungs up, did not go well.

She loves having baths with you. You often suprise her with a tub of foamy water, rose petals floating in the water and lit scented candles scattered around.

"Ellie!! Your home!!!" You squealed happily, rushing over and flinging yourself into her arms, throwing her a bit off balance before she could even close the front door.

"Yeah hi baby" she spoke, trying to steady herself and leaning down to press a brief kiss on your forehead.

"Come, come. I have a suprise for you~~~" you hummed happily tugging her along hand in hand up the carpeted stairs.

The bathroom door was still ajar, steam flooding out onto the landing. Her tight muscles relaxed immediately as the wave of warm air pushed against her rigid body.

"Ugh your such a sweetheart" she cooed, a stupid smile on her face.

"Mhm, I know", you giggle back at her and start stripping of the small floral patterned skirt that hung prettily against your frame and getting into the hot soapy water.

Your favourite thing is baking. You trade small baked confectioneries and pastries at your own stall. You loved making requests from children.

Dinosaur cookie?done. Astronaut themed cupcake? Absolutely.

You help at around the day care and elementary school, painting and reading with the toddlers.

You loved kids, and you really wanted your own. But due to yours and Ellie's situation you couldn't physically reproduce.

And that's why, the day that Ellie found an abandoned infant outside Jackson's walls while on patrol, you immediately took him under your wing.

When that little boy came into your life you whole perspective of the world changed.

The world was dangerous, Ellie would have to teach him to protect himself.

And you? You would have to be a mother. So many children grew up unnurtured and without maternal love. You could let that happen to your baby boy.

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Inspired by the one and only @elskittie ❤️

And omg thank you so much for 200 followers. I started this blog five days ago. That is seriously insane. I love you guys so much 😭😭

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maddie7writes · 5 months

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DONT WORRY, DARLING

summary: harry doesn’t ever want his darling to worry, and she doesn’t

warnings: this fic isn’t for everyone, y/n is a housewife (no i don’t hate women’s rights jack chambers is just really hot) also sorry this is short! mentions of smut

she would be a liar to say she hated it. she could lie and say she wished to work, wished to go outside the town they lived in. truth was, the only part she hated was harry leaving in the morning. she loved doting on him, making him his favorite breakfast in the morning, making sure the house was clean for him when he got home, making sure he had dinner on the table, making sure the mini bar was fully stocked. those were her second favorite moments of the day, the first of course being the moments she gets to spend with harry.

she always woke up first, mainly out of habit. the clock on the nightstand read 6:23, and the tattooed arm around her waist tightened at the different breathing pattern. she let herself close her eyes and breathe in harry’s scent. it was cruel to think that in three hours he’d leave her, and not return for another eight.

“your thinking is waking me up.” harry whined in her ear, she yawned out a laugh and turned in his arms to look up at him, her chin against his chest. “go to bed baby, you don’t want to be exhausted all day.” she tucked a unruly curl of his away from those deep green eyes glancing down at her lovingly. green was her favorite color.

“don’t worry, darling.” he whispered to her, pulling her impossibly closer. “it’s worth it, a little more sleepy, for a little more time with you.” he kissed the top of her head as she snuggled into him.

he would always whisper that phrase to her; don’t worry, darling. she never had to worry, not about him, not about her, not about them. all she had to do was exist and love. then harry would take care of the rest. it was blissful, why would she ever want anything different?

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8:45 rolled around, all the husbands and wives began to step out of their houses, to either wish them off, or go to work. harry always followed behind her, wanting to bask in the sweet little dresses she would always wear for him. though she didn’t always find that fair, especially when he was wearing her favorite navy suit.

“do you have to go?” she whispered, blocking the handle to the car door, he leaned down and kissed her, her hands finding his jaw. “yes love, but i’ll be back. don’t worry, darling.” he repeated the loving phrase to her again. she sighed and let her forehead rest against his chest, taking in one more breath of his cologne before her senses were filled with the sweet smell of cleaning supplies. he kissed the top of her head before opening the car door, “i love you.” he told her, she kissed him one more time before reciprocating the sentiment and watching him drive off. their goodbye was always the longest in the neighborhood, not that they cared.

she spent the rest of the day cleaning. washing the suit harry wore the day before, cleaning the bathroom, making sure the wood wasn’t scuffed, dusting their photos, organizing harry’s record shelf, all of the daily things that needed to be done. she started on dinner at two, and when harry walked through the door at five, dinner had been set, and she had touched up her hair as she opened the door for him.

“god you look divine.” harry sighed, letting his briefcase drop to the polished floors, and using y/n’s back to close the door as he kissed her into it. her heels shuffling trying to keep herself up, to be met with harry’s hands to support her. she giggled at his enthusiasm, “i made lasagna.” she told him. harry nibbled her lip instead, “i’d much rather have you.” he told her, she felt the breath get knocked out of her at his words.

“you have to eat your dinner first baby.” she laughed, she felt like a mother scolding her child to eat their vegetables before they were allowed ice cream. now she was telling harry he needed real food, before he could have the woman he loved. “i like my idea better.” he picked her up bridal style and began carrying her to their bedroom. she whimpered as he set her down gently, “i worked so hard to cook for you.”

“don’t worry, darling. your food won’t go to waste, but i need to thank you properly for the care you take of me and this home.” his kissed her softly, before kneeling in front of her, and thanking her properly.

#harry styles flufff #harry styles #harry styles x reader #fluff #harry blurb #harry #harry styles fluff #jack chambers #don’t worry darling #housewife!reader #domestic

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sensei-venus · 7 months

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Can't stop thinking about bimbo housewife reader just wanting to make her hubby and wife feel better after their long days at work by letting them use her fat wet pussy that she's been edging all day to their hearts content

- gemini sensei

( @gemini-sensei )

She probably just has a feeling that they are going to need some extra pampering when they get home from work.

Maybe it's something small that triggers the feelings she gets.

Maybe it's nothing like missing their favorite shoes, they are nowhere to be found. They swear they left them at the door but now they're magically gone. Maybe the water pressure in the shower is messed up, no hot water, and now they have to call to get someone to come out and look at it. They can't find their keys and now they are late to work by like ten minutes. All in all their morning is basically ruined.

Reader kisses them good bye and wishes them a good day. The door closes and Reader is already thinking of a plan.

And so what, maybe she can have her own little fun while she's at it. She's giggling to herself the whole morning while getting everything prepared and ready. Her eyes sparkle as she goes to their shared closet and pulls out their little box of toys. Looking through all their little goodies she gets to find some of the more teasing ones. She finally comes across the perfect ones.

She pulls out a wireless clit vibrator and one of her favorite plugs. For a split second, she feels like this shouldn't be as fun as it seems, but it most definitely is. She smiles while getting herself ready.

With some extra lube she slides the plug right in to her tight hole. She tries to relax a little before fully sliding it in, it had been a while since she had done this herself. Usually her husband/wife would do it with her. Warmth bubbles up inside her at the mere thought of them holding her while helping to slide the toy inside her. She shivers a little as it sinks into place inside her warm channel.

With a bit of work and some skin-safe tape, she places the clit vibe on. She flips her dress back down and slowly cleans up the small mess of toys. Throwing them back in the box and sliding them back into their closet. She keeps the remote in her dress pocket for safe keeping.

The rest of the day is spent going around the house cleaning. Sweeping and vacuuming the floors, cleaning the furniture with a duster.

The big plug presses inside her as she moves around the house. Her pussy clenched every other moment at the heavyweight. It started to grind against her velvety sung walls, threatening to push against her soft spot.

She loves the fact that she in her own home all day so she can moan and whimper all she wants. Taking full advantage of that and whimpering all over the house.

Midday she decides to take it up a notch and turn on the vibrator. She bucks and has to hold onto the washing machine. The vibrations made her mind go fuzzy for a moment. She sighs while lowering the setting just a little. Needing to keep working on the pile of laundry that still needs to be folded and put away. She promises to keep on her panties though out the whole day no matter what. It doesn't matter if they end up completely ruined and soaked though.

She wants her husband/wife to know how much work she put into edging herself all day for them.

At the very end of the day she just sends them a simple text of “I have a surprise when you get home. Find me in the kitchen~” with a whole bunch of heart emotions.

When they come home they throw off their stuff at the door and don't even look back.

They walk into the kitchen to find Reader up on the kitchen counter, legs spread with her fancy little house dress pulled up around her waist. Soaking wet panties on full display. She had the sweetest little smile on her face with a look of lust in her eyes. They also sparkle as she shakes her turned-up dress.

“I thought you could use a little pick me up after work. I know you work so hard for us, for me, you deserve a little reward don't you think~?” she giggles a little as they walk over to her. Her husband/wife is quick to run a hand over her naked thigh. Fingers digging into the fat making her whimper.

Soon enough their thick fingers are digging into her panties, they grin at the feeling of warm wet pussy juice-covered underwear. Moments later their fingers find the base of the plug that's still stuffed in her hungry pussy. Lingering over the warm material. She squeezes at it ever so slightly, making it move against their fingertips.

“You brought the plug out just for me? How-”

“All day, since you left. I put the vibrator on my clit too. Iv been edging myself for hours now.” she smiles as they get face to face. Their eyes met, just looking at one another with love. The loving feelings start to bubble up the longer they look at each other.

Ruined panties are ripped off and thrown to the kitchen floor. Forgotten for more important things. The pretty plug is pulled from her cunt and placed somewhere, her winking hole twitches as it's pulled out. Moaning at the empty feeling and wanting more.

Her eyes snap wide open as she feels the vibrations on her clit pick up. Her eyes start to water as suddenly the vibrator is put on one of the highest settings. She can't help but kick her legs just a little.

Her eyes roll up and her fat tongue hangs out when suddenly a fat long dick is pushing right into her. No real prep is needed as it slides right into her stretched-out hole. Face pushes into the hard countertop. Pounding into her for a good long hour.

Fuck she would let them do this to her every time they had a hard day at work.

It was fucking worth it to let them destroy her fucking pussy and use it like their own personal flashlight.

She drools all over herself and the counter as she lets them fuck the ever-loving shit out of her. Poor cunt stretched out and fucked wide open.

(I'm so horny for Housewife!Reader, don't question it.)

#sensei venus speaks #cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #bimbo!reader #housewife!reader #smut thoughts #cobra kai smut thought #cobra kai smut

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xazse · 2 years

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KinkTober Day 2

Xiao! And His housewife! fem/reader!

NSFW

Warnings: None really just fucking

You were a pretty little thing weren’t you? Constantly batting your lashes every time you look him in his eyes, pouting your lips when he doesn’t give you what you want and that’s hardly lasts long because in the end Xiao is a weak man to his wife.

You’ll always get whatever you want with Xiao. It doesn’t matter what it is he’ll go to the ends of the earth, the flaming core in the middle of the world, anything. You really agitate and excite the so called “demon” in his pants. That alluring body of yours is a trap he has to be cautious of every time he comes home from work, you’ll use it to bait him out when he leasts expects it.

Oh? you want a new bag? Just get his credit card from out of his wallet, new shoes? Go grab it, new dress? Don’t even ask just go get it. He doesn’t expect anything in return of course just your sweet kisses you always give him at the door and maybe a delicious warm meal for him everyday, now that’s not a lot right? He’d be okay even if none of that happened just having your warm body next to his will suffice.

It was another one of those days, Xiao having a hard day at the office, his boss pestering him to submit a paper by the deadline. He always does what he’s supposed to but he can’t, not with that bastard breathing down his neck and constantly talking up a storm.

He just wants to relax with his baby, order some takeout and watch a move. When he steps through the door there you are embracing him in the tightest hug and those savory kisses, he of course kisses back with even more love and tongue of course.

His big hands wrap around your waist and your arms lock around his neck, he shamelessly grabs at your ass whilst still feverly kissing at you. Opened mouthed kisses that leave no room for air, pushing on his hard chest does nothing but stir his cock even worse, god he loves you so much.

He finally lets you inhale some air while still panting and wanting even more, those yellow eyes boring deep into yours, yearning for even more of you.

His pretty lil wife will happily oblige.

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You truly forgot who you were dealing with when enticing him at the door, Xiao is relentless in his thrusts, forcing your body up each time he pounds that specific spot, by the gods he feels so good.

The nasty way his cock fills your pussy every time, leaving no room for complaints or comments at that. You’re gripping the pillow you’re using to keep you silent not that it does much when he pushes into you with the force of a hungry man. The slosh sounds of your pussy are lewd and embarrassing but Xiao claims he loves that the most, head only filled with the thoughts of you and cumming around his fat cock.

His fingers dig even deeper into your sides. It hurts but you can bare it as long as he keeps fucking you so good.

He leans his head towards your ear and kisses it, biting it, anything he can think of that will push you even closer to the edge.

“Doin’ so good sweetheart” he mumbles in your ear repeatedly each time his cock pushes in.

You can feel it coming, your tummy clenches, your toes curl, and your pussy flutters around his cock pulling him in even deeper. You cum with a loud sob and Xiao pulling out and cumming on the back of your thighs, staining the pure things.

#genshin smut #xiao smut #xiao x reader #xiao x you #XiaoX #housewife!reader #KinkToberX #ZsWorks

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ghostsbaby · 1 year

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I like to think that the 141 all have housewife kinks like the idea that someone is waiting for them at home waiting for them cooking them dinner and waiting to spoil them when they get home

OMG ME TOO. SORRY IF THAG SOUNDS BAD AHHHH 😭😭

i love badass besties but a sensitive lil thing waiting at home cooking dinner and baking cookies and takin care of babies 🥵🥵 i aspire to be. ghost would be the most pampered daddy 🖤 not to mention spoiling him with his dick down my throat every morning and all throughout the day. housewife!reader wearing only an apron while cooking 😮‍💨

another to the list of what i need to write 🙈

#b answers #housewife!reader #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #captain john price

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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I just think of the producers asking Rocker Eddie and Housewife Reader questions during their confessionals trying to cause drama! This idea is everything Sarah😂

Hiii lovey!! I can just imagine the producers asking Eddie something like “so did you have fun at the party?” and Eddie just rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink and goes “these people drink white wine all day…not a fucking hard liquor in sight unless it’s champagne but that’s just wine that burns so…yeah no I didn’t have a good fucking time.” But then the producer adds “was Steve there?” And that’s what makes Eddie just glare at the camera and say “of course fucking Steve was there…he’s a housewife.” 😂🙈

Now when he is in the confessional with you he’s a little nicer. So when the producers ask you questions like “What does Eddie do all day when you’re out with the wives?” And you’d just laugh and pat Eddie on the thigh and go “he counts the minutes until I’m back home…duh.” Making him lean his head back and let out a loud sarcastic laugh. “Isn’t that what all the husbands do?” You’d add as Eddie just puts his arm over your shoulders. “No but really he just…chills and hangs out in the studio or I don’t know? What do you do all day?” Eddie would just shrug and look at the camera and say “Next question.” Because he doesn’t have time to explain to the world that when he’s not working on music he is most likely half naked on the couch eating chips and watching movies.

Eddie when the producers ask annoying questions:

#rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #housewife!reader #eddie munson au #husband!eddie #rockstar!eddie x housewife!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson #eddie munson concept #my little dungeon master baby

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gemini-sensei · 7 months

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The last post I made but with Hawk and Robby sharing a pretty housewife.

These two can be so petty; Hawk will bring home gifts for Reader and makes sure Robby sees her with it because he knows Robby doesn't know how to gift give. He's just not the best at picking out gifts for people, but he thinks he has to make up for this, so he's overly affectionate with Reader after she gets Hawk's gift. He showers her in kisses and especially kisses his neck, which tickles, and she laughs happily and loud and it makes Hawk jealous. They're just constantly trying to one-up each other and Reader knows it but knows there's nothing she can say to make them not act like that. She just gives them equal amounts of attention and calls it a day.

These two have to do separate date nights apart from each other because if not they will fist fight for time alone with Reader. On public, it's like they don't know how to act 🙄 and Reader makes date nights with all three of them scarce. They plan their individual dates with her and are happy with that, and so long as they're not giving each other bloody noses, Reader is happy.

Hawk has such a high sex drive compared to Robby. Not that Robby doesn't have sex with Reader because he most certainly does, he's just way more touch starved and doesn't have to have sex with her to fell fulfilled. And not to say Hawk has to have sex to feel fulfilled but that's just when he's very much open and vulnerable and telling her how much he loves her.

Robby is usually sweet during sex. He slows things down and just let's everything roll off his back as he makes love to Reader. Hawk can slow things down but more often than not, he's an animal and fucking her like it's his last day on earth.

The first time she asked if they could all have sex together, they ruined her. Spit roasting, rough, creaming on their cock sex that was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Their little competition came into the bedroom of course and she didn't mind so much as her toes curled and she creamed all over Robby's dick while gagging on Hawk’s, makeup running down her cheeks but they told her she was still so pretty like that.

They pull her back and forth between them while fucking her roughly, listening to her moan and whine. When Hawk feels like it's his turn to fuck her fat cunt, he takes his cock out of her mouth and pulls her off of Robby. It pisses Robby off to no end as Hawk takes her for himself. He settles for her mouth and accidentally takes his frustrations out on her as he skull fucks her nice and hard, not that she's complaining. He fills her round cheeks with his cum and it spills out while Hawk is making her pussy so sloppy.

They work together to get her in the bath when it's over but fight about who gets to wash her up and who gets to clean the bed. Reader doesn't even care as she's sinking into the warm bubbly water they made for her and watching them argue in their underwear, it makes her giggle because their fighting is either hot or cute given the time. She's literally just: ugh, them 🥴😩😍.

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k-indie · 2 years

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stuck between housewife!reader greeting her loving husband nanami who just came home from work and she kneels on her knees in front of him instead of giving his lips a kiss and either

pretending to give him a blowjob but going further and taking his shoes off instead or something else as a tease

sucking nanami off immediately and leaving no crumbs while she strokes his cock and tells him how much she missed him, occasionally licking his tip and telling him how great of a husband he is

#nanami kento #housewife!reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x housewife!reader #kento nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #either way #nanami finna get raw dogged and he finna nut all up in that punani

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Pretty Little Secrets, Part 1

Summary: growing up in a home with other women, you are trained to become the perfect housewife, and you’ve caught the eyes of the possible future Vice President Scott Huffman

Pairings: Scott Huffman X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, bride grooming, implied housewife kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.3K

Series Masterlist

*divider created by @firefly-graphics

Scott Huffman gives a nod to the waitress as he quickly walks in to the restaurant. Late. He’s never late and here he is. Raising his arm up to confirm the time on his watch, before he’s rushing to find Andy.

The moment he spots the man, he gives him an apologizing smile, but Andy holds up a hand, “It’s fine. I understand how traffic gets.”

Scott pulls out a file, needing Andy to sign it. Andy holds down the papers with his left hand, and Scott can’t stop staring at the new jewelry on his finger. Glaring at him from the crisp white papers.

“Were you ever gonna tell your VP about that?”

“Oh,” Andy hums. He looks up at Scott with a crooked grin before continuing to sign the papers. Stacking everything up neatly, before sliding it back. “It was quick.”

“You weren’t even dating.”

“Well, not exactly no,” Scott raises his brows, hoping Andy will divulge him with more information, but receives none. “Campaign manager said we should think about having the American family,” Andy stops his speech for the two of them to place an order before he leans closer to Scott.

“We’re both divorced. My ex killed my son. Your ex is now addicted to drugs. We seem like the problem.”

“You act as if we have all the time in the world to date,” Scott sighs.

Andy’s eyes drift over the restaurant before whispering, “What if you didn’t have to? If you want further information, we need discretion. Come by my house, you can meet the wife.”

Scott walks through Andy’s front door, following the man as his eyes wander around, there was a difference in his home. Everything seemed clean. Spotless. And a lingering smell of baked goods hung in the air.

Andy walks up to his new wife, giving her a chaste kiss to her cheek before turning to look at Scott, “Meet, my Clover,” she gives Scott a big grin, extending her hand to shake.

“Oh!” her voice yelps, “I’m sorry, men, get settled while I check on dinner. Honey, I’ll make sure to bring the two of you some drinks. You want your usual?” Andy gives her a nod, and she turns to look at Scott, raising an eyebrow for the question.

“Oh, um, just a scotch on the rocks,” with a sweet smile and nod, she scurries off leaving Scott to stare at Andy. “What the fuck was that?”

“My Clover. Sit,” Scott follows Andy to sit on the opposite side of the couch, still confused. “If I tell you, you promise not to freak out?”

“You’ve got yourself into some deep shit. I told you going to that whore house…wait. Andy, what did you do?”

“It’s not a whore house. It’s a hive.”

“I don’t like the way that sounds. She’s the girl?”

Clover walks in, handing the drinks to the men, before briskly walking back into the kitchen, giving them some privacy. “Yes, that’s the same girl, but…”

“You paid to sleep with her. If she talks, Andy we’re done.”

“She won’t talk. That’s what they do. Those girls are,” Andy takes a deep breath thinking of the best way to describe the Hive, “Well, they’re trained. Just the average runaway. Trained to become the perfect wife. You have to set up a relationship with them. And then, if she chooses to leave with you, you pay for her release.”

“Sex is involved?”

“It can be. It’s more of a companionship though. They don’t encourage you to base your marriage on sex. Clouds the mind sometimes. They don’t leave the Hive until they’re yours. It’s quite simple. Dates can be video calls, calls, texts, of course you would want to meet them. It’s easy. High quality girls, and they come well behaved.”

Scott’s eyes drift back up to Andy’s, and he nods his head, “Exactly. Want to tell me why your last wife became addicted to drugs? You couldn’t make her mind? Where’s Clover? Cooking us a nice meal. I didn’t ask. She just does. Working on our little one for the campaign trail. How bad do you want to be in the White House?”

“So you’ve imprisoned her?”

“I created a relationship with her. She chose to leave with me. Would you like the address or no?”

Frank guides Scott through the Hive, showing him a few of the available girls. Each equipped with their own botanical name. Scott takes a long look at all of them, and none of them strike his fancy. “Mr. Huffman, what exactly are you looking for?”

He takes a deep breath in thought, his eyes roaming around when he spots a window. Walking over to it, he sees another man, with the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. “Her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Is she not available? You are aware of who I am?”

“Yes, Mr. Barber spent a couple of weeks with that one, and he couldn’t handle the responsibility,” Frank answers. His own eyes drifting out to you. Frowning when Nick tucks a flower behind your ear.

“What does that mean?”

“She’s completely conditioned to this life. My father found her mother. Groomed her, but she as unaware she came here pregnant. Cherry Blossom has never been outside of the Hive. Perfect and pure,” he stops making sure that Scott heard him, and he can see the man’s eyes dilate with lust. “And knows no better than to become a housewife.”

“For the future Vice President,” Scott whispers. “I want her. And I want his hands off of her.”

“She comes at a cost.”

Scott looks back at Frank laughing. “Right, your family. She is our rarest flower.”

“I understand. Andy didn’t want her?”

“He didn’t want a woman who didn’t know how to pleasure him.”

“He found her beautiful?”

“Everyone does. Few can handle her needs, or our rules when it comes to her.”

Scott gets a sinister grin, still staring at you. Your body turns to look up at him, before looking quickly back at Nick. Another one. “She’s the one. Schedule the meeting.”

“We have some paper work to go over. Meetings aren’t free.”

“I understand. I want to meet her today.”

You look up at Nick pouting, shaking your head, “I don’t want to meet him.”

“Cherry, he’s going to be the future Vice President. You liked Andy.”

You turn to look the other way, crossing your arms over your chest. “And he said I wasn’t what he was looking for.”

“Now now, you know how this works. You can’t stay in the Hive forever.”

“Why can’t you buy me?” Nick rolls his eyes, and starts to walk to the door. “Nick?”

“We don’t buy the girls.”

“But you can go have sex with the ones on the east side,” you glare up at him, and he chuckles at your obvious jealousy.

“You’re special. You weren’t meant to be tainted just for fun.”

“You mean, I cost more. I hear what the other ones say. Bragging about how you and Frank go and play with them while I sit alone waiting on someone who can handle me.”

“You are acting up. If Frank was in here, what would he do?” you blow out a puff of air, spinning away from him. “You know exactly what he would do. I need to stop babying you. You will meet with Mr. Huffman, and you will behave. It would be in your best interest to remember that,” Nick leaves quickly, leaving you to sit alone in your room. Your cage.

Relaxing a bit with the amount of time it takes, but standing up quickly; back straight, shoulders back, head high, and arms bent at the elbow waiting on Mr. Huffman. “Cherry Blossom,” Frank’s honey sweet voice coos at you, “This is your new companion Mr. Huffman. Mr. Huffman, do you need anything else?”

He shakes his head no, but his eyes remain on you. The bright blue looking you up and down, and you feel your nerves start to act up. “Very well, you have one hour,” Frank reminds him as he walks out the door.

He takes a seat at your table, and gives you an odd look, “I’m waiting on you to tell me what to do, Mr. Huffman.”

Scott beams up at you before gesturing to the opposite chair, “Please, sit. Tell me about yourself.”

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sensei-venus · 8 months

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On the topic of being housewives ans feminism flying out the window, I want to be Hawk and Miguel's cute housewife that they try to keep constantly pregnant like just their little baby maker they want to breed constantly

…Absolute fantasy goals, right there.

I think about this constantly if I’m being completely honest.

Being able to stay at home, thinking about what the husbands are doing at work. If they are having a good day, a bad day, a normal day. Then cleaning the house, running errands, making dinner and even getting to bake all you want to all day long.

Then the kids.

The house always has at least one or two little ones running around the place. If one’s not on your hip then their playing with a sibling. Toddlers hobbling around the room, sitting in their little seat drinking a bottle or gumming on something. There is always the sound of feet or high pitched giggles and screams though out the house.

Oh man, that’s not counting the fact that every other year their pregnant with a new little one. Whether it was planned or not, always plump with a new baby. The boys don’t mind, both of them are always happy about the news. Every single time those just as excited as the last one.

They love coming home and being run over by their herd of kiddos. But some times they love coming home to find all of them down for a nap or out of the house, just so they can get some time in with mama. Sneaking into the kitchen while she is distracted making dinner. Wrapping their arms around her and kissing her all over, pulling her back into them.

This leads too then getting a quick fuck in before the kids wake up from their late naps.

Bending her over the kitchen counter, or stuffing her mouth and pregnant pussy on the kitchen table.

Uhhh!!!😩😩😩😩

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0oolookitsme · 2 years

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Hi! Since it’s Mother’s Day today, could you write about dad!harry? Maybe something about Harry waking up early in the morning, goes to the bub’s (you decide if it’s a little girl or a little boy) nursery and since theyre wide awake he takes them and brings them to the kitchen where they start preparing some breakfast (in bed) for reader and then they bring it to her and Harry wakes her up by placing The bub on top of her and they start kissing sloppily reader’s face while giggling and smacking her face in order to wake her up, just something cute and fluff pleasee❤️

Title- Mama's Day

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife(tuition teacher)!Y/n

Word Count- 1.0k

Warnings- None! Just not proofread, hehe

A/N- Okay, so I didn't want to write this request in my already created pairings just cause I've written (posted) too much in them recently. So, I decided why not I represent my most simple pairing -which is currently a wip, to you guys! I hope you enjoy reading this cottage-core fluff, as much as I liked writing this <333

Hope you like this anon, thanks for requesting! <3

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Lemon-yellow shaded rays of sun peeked inside their room through the small gap between the two sage coloured curtains. Every thing was still except for the dust -stardust, perhaps, which could be seen only in the sunshine. The sound of their fan spinning at it's fastest speed couldn't drown out y/n's snores, who was sleeping on her stomach next to him.

Her cheek was smushed against the mattress as she had her face turned away from him, and towards where the baby's wooden crib was situated. It was about time that the baby would wake up and giggle, making grabby hands in the empty air or towards the moon toy that hung in the middle, on a thread -a creative craft performed by Y/n, which she never shuts up about.

Softly, Harry traced his fingers over the strand of hair that coiled on her cheek, brushing it away from there as to prevent any sweat from breaking out. A gentle smile had his lips curled upside as he gazed at his wife of 2 years, and his baby's mama of 1 year. He was just leaning down to place a peck on her cupid's bow when he notices movement through the corner of his eyes.

He sighs in content when he sees the chubby and fisted hands raise up and then, small quaky giggles reach his ears.

Quickly, he presses a soft kiss on her cheek and removes the mattress from over his lower body, gets out of bed and walks to his baby. Picking up the little girl who's dressed in her sky blue night jumper, he raises her up in the air, grinning at her. He brings her closer to him and presses a kiss on each of her full cheeks.

"Good morning!" He greets her in a shushed yet high pitched voice, smiling afterwards as though accepting her greeting -which was a giggle. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" He asks, not expecting any answer in return as he tip-toes on the wooden floor, out of the room.

Weaving his hands through his hair to fix them roughly, he continued his walk further in hall after he was satisfied with his reflection he saw in the glass window. Returning back to open it.

"Do you know what day it is today?" He asks, hoping to have her attention on him from where it was set on the jar of honey on the dining table. The baby does squeak, making him pass her an open mouthed grin. "S' Mama's Day!! We're gonna play as your mama's servants today, hahah."

Harry places Opal in her baby chair, which had toys attached to it, after placing a sucker in her mouth. He would like it calm and peace while he cooks, cause if he were to multitask while cooking, he'd surely put the kitchen on fire.

Adding milk to the readymade powder he had bought from the general store, he mixes the batter with a fork, unable to find the whisk. On the other hand, he turns on the knob of the stove and places a pan on it, letting it heat till he readies the mixture.

Though, after a while of mixing, he drops of slice of butter in the pan and immediately coughs when a huge amount of smoke blows up. He's sorry for himself when he realizes that the gas was turned on on high level. Turning it down to low, he waits for the gray air to go out before pouring in the batter in small circular shapes, spreading them into bigger circles one by one and flipping them, till the very last pancake he counts gets the number 8.

Big and thick 8 pancakes seem to be enough for a family of three. Yeah he'd add juice or milk in a glass alongside.

He lathers the top pancake with Nutella, and then picks it up to pour maple syrup on the rest. Then, he adds few blue berries on top of the stack of delicious smelling breakfast and pours some homemade mango shake in two glasses, some hot milk the baby bottle for Opal.

Backing away, he admires his creation from afar before wiping the sweat off his forehead, and then wiping the back of his hand on his trousers. Everything's perfect. Now, only one thing is left.

He goes to pick up Opal from her chair, where she's getting sleepy again and wraps her in a hug before walking out of kitchen, across the hall and into his and y/n's room. "Wake y' mama up, yeah?" He requests the little one before placing her on Y/n's stomach, surprised that she's sleeping on her back.

He moves to go back but stops at the doorway and takes a glance towards the sight on the bed. Their he sees Opal crawling up y/n's stomach and onto her chest like a small snail, before she's met with he mama's face and attacks it with kisses and slight smacks of her hands, at which Harry internally hisses.

When a groan passes through y/n's lips, Harry makes a run towards the kitchen. There, he quickly takes out the foldable tiny table from in-between the fridge and the slab and opens it, placing it on the counter. Proceeding with placing the breakfast plates and glasses neatly, he carries it back towards the room carefully.

"Ta-daa! Good morning and especially, Happy Mother's Day, Mama!" He cheers, taking the table to the bed and placing it over y/n's lower body as she had sat up when she saw him enter the room with the breakfast, Opal sitting beside her right hip, slapping her hands down on the mattress and grinning a toothless smile.

With a hum, y/n raises up her head as if asking for a kiss, and mumbles a crooked "thank you," after receiving it with a smile.

"The best mama in the whole world, you are," Harry mumbles as y/n remains cuddled into him, Opal dozed off in her bassinet after her feeding. Softly, his fingers strum beats on y/n's cheek.

"The breakfast was as amazing as ever, you might wanna make it everyday from now on," y/n says with a chuckle, laughing when she gets a reply saying, "Sure madam, but Ms. Opal will also need to wake up perhaps I need attention while doing everything."

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves to come up behind you while you’re cooking and slap your ass. He’s such an ass guy.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who has photos of you all over his office in his agency.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves the massages you give him after he gets into a rough fight with some villain.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who no matter how tired he is will take you out on a date every Saturday. He always plans the date out ahead of time too.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who curses like a sailor towards anyone else, but watches his mouth for his housewife.

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prettymonegasque · 18 days

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Something about Max screams fucking you raw on the kitchen counter

Max Verstappen x Reader

A/N: I would gladly be Max Emillian Verstappen's little housewife. No questions asked.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, HEAVY BREEDING KINK, Lactation Kink, Housewife Kink, just a lotta kinky shit tbh, Unprotected sex (you're way too fucking young to have kids), Fingering, Oral f! receiving, Implied oral m! receiving

Waffles. That's the only thing on your mind since last night when you and Max watched The Great British Bake Off before bed. You woke up earlier than usual to finally satisfy your craving. You put on some soft jazz and moved around the kitchen in your bra and joggers. You cherised these quiet moments far away from all the noise and the chaos. You were so deep in thought, you didn't hear your husband padding towards you. You heart almost fell out of your chest when a pair of arms wrapped around you.

"Max! You scared me" You gasped as he just nuzzled in your neck. "It's 7am why are you up baby?" His voice was deeper than usual. "I need waffles" You simply shrugged. He hummed and his arms started trailing up until they reached your breasts. You hissed in pain. Max's eyes shot open at the sound of your discomfort. "What's wrong liefje?" "I'm ovulating Max. My breasts are insanely sore." You didn't notice how Max's cock stood up at your words.

You and Max have talked about kids and decided to try after the end of the season. But Max Verstappen was not a very patient man. As you grabbed the waffle maker, Max started nibbling on your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses and slowly pushing your bra strap away for more access. You didn't take long to figure out what was happening.

In the flash of an eye, you were on the counter as Max got to work removing your joggers. He slowly kissed his way up from your ankles. He chuckled seeing your soaked panties. He slowly pulled it down with his teeth while staring into your eyes. You moaned at the sight. "Fuck baby, all of this for me?" He spoke against your pussy. "Yes Maxie. All for you." You gasped as his tongue got to work. Licking and slurping on every crevice, he knew your his pussy like the back of his hand.

He inserted two fingers, scissoring you and getting you prepared for what was to come. Despite fucking like bunnies everyday, you could never get used to his girth. The second he nudged your clit with his nose, your orgasm washed over you like a torpedo. You barely had a chance to speak before you came all over his face.

"So nice and ready for my cock huh princess?" Max got up from the floor and got rid of his boxers. His cock slapped on his stomach, making you drool selfishly. He held you tight as he slowly entered you. A loud moan tore out of you. After a few small thrust, he looked at you silently asking for permission. You knew this was what you both wanted and nodded.

Every little piece of restraint in him crumbled and an animalistic moan ripped from his throat as he fucked you raw on the kitchen counter. He thrusted into you mercilessly. You body shook at the intensity and your nails were piercing his back drawing blood. "Is this what you wanted schatje? Me fucking a baby into you. Fuck baby you would look pretty with your breast all swollen with my baby's milk and god I can't wait to suck on it." He sucked on your nipples ruthlessly rehearsing for the future. His suckling felt like heaven on your sore breasts.

You cried as he continued thrusting into you. He pulled your nipple with his lips before letting it go. He kissed you with so much love and adoration. "Shit baby. I'm about to cum. Do you want my cum huh baby? Do you? " He taunted you as his thrusts continued wrecking your pussy. "Yes Maxie! Give me your baby. Wanna be a good little housewife for you" You were on the verge of passing out. Your orgasm washed over you twice and your husband barely faltered. He was on a mission and you wanted him to succeed. Max let out a gruttal groan as he came in you. You felt his cum filling you up. You were both a sweaty mess and your foreheads touched. "Are you okay baby?" He cupped your face and placed a chaste kiss. "I'm great" You whispered. He slowly pulled out you and walked over to the bedroom to grab a cloth.

When he came back, he definetely didn't expect to see you fingering yourself pushing his cum further in. He moaned as he got ready for round 2. You knew at that moment you weren't gonna get your waffles for a while. But you got something way better to stuff in your mouth.

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 1

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

"Do you have anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" You hated this. First days were known to be horrible for a reason. Why on earth would you want to tell a room full of strangers some random fact about you? They don't care if you have a pet nor do they want to know why you're here. The room was dead silent waiting for you to hurry up and sit down. "Umm-"

"What's your cup size?" A boy asked making the other kids in the class snicker. The dark-haired boy next to him smiled shaking his head in disapproval. "Steven I'm not doing this with you today, out." Steven groaned already grabbing his books. "But miss-" With a stern point of the finger she spoke again. "Out!" The class once again fell silent and you couldn't possibly feel more uncomfortable. You've done nothing wrong yet within 5 minutes you feel everyone staring at you with disdain.

Once the door closed behind Steven the teacher spoke again. "I'm terribly sorry Y/n. Just take Steven's spot for today and we'll figure the rest out tomorrow." A simple nod was all you could muster. All you had was a pencil in your hand and a bright yellow notebook sitting on top of your new desk. You closed your eyes trying to fast-forward time. This was the last class of the day and it could honestly not be worse. "Don't worry about him he's a dick." The note on your desk read. The boy to your left looked at you then the paper wanting you to send the note back.

With a quick scribble, you handed him the paper. A huffed laugh left his lips as he read "You are what you eat." The note was then crumpled and shoved into his pocket. That seemed to be the end of your conversation with the stranger but you pushed further. Leaning to the side you whisper, "What's your name?" Instead of saying anything he opened up his notebook. The black and white cover was scuffed showing obvious signs of use. He lifted the book showing you the inside. With a single word written in big letters. 'Billy.'

The class went on, no more pleasantries being exchanged. The bell rang signaling the tiring day was over. You were going to say something else to Billy but he was up and gone by the time you looked up. "So much for that." You mumbled as you got up. The movies always showed the new girl getting all the attention. Everyone tries to quickly mold her into their cult-like clique. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or the way you wore your hair that made you look like a prude. Growing up with your grandparents sets you up for a life of social isolation.

The parking lot was crowded but not crowded enough to not see your bright red car. Just as visible was the short-haired boy sitting on the hood. "Get off my car." You scolded flatly. "Holy shit this is yours!? How'd you get it?" He asked bouncing with joy. "It's my dad's so I don't want you sitting on it. Thanks." You tossed your bags in the car as he continued talking. Just a second ago you were praying Billy would keep up some conversation. Now you're wanting nothing more than to get home. "Man look it's Christine!" He shouted as the girl next to him covered her ears. "Is he always this loud?" She laughed at the question shaking her head up and down. "Unfortunately. I'm Tatum, so you're the new girl everyone's talking about?"

A puzzled look fell over your features. "Who's talking about me?" Before she could answer Billy walks up to the car. "This is nice." His blabbering friend seems disappointed with that answer. "Nice? It's fucking awesome! Can we ride in it?" He turns to beg you. Billy looked over at you raising his eyebrows in silent confusion. "I don't even know you." What part of 'dads' car did he not understand? "I'm Stu, this is Billy."

"We've met." Billy says gesturing towards you. "it's nice to meet you Stu but I don't give rides to strangers." He walks over throwing his arm over your shoulder. Way too much physical contact from someone you don't know. "Well you know my friend Billy and now you know me. I'd say we're all friends here." Tatum rolls her eyes at her friend's antics. "If you two are going to harass this poor woman I'm leaving. I've got to catch up with Sydney. See ya, babe." She blew a kiss at Stu which he caught.

"Pleaseeeee." He begged. Just as Billy was about to intervene you agreed. "Fine but no food, drink, cigarettes, or really anything that could mess up this car. Got it?" You laid out the rules as you climbed into the driver's seat. Stu bit his lip nodding his head. "Yes ma'am. Come on man." Stu said as he jumped in the car. Billy stood awkwardly looking down at his feet. His eyes nervously looked around almost like he was late for something. "Go without me I've got some errands to run." Stu stuck his head out of the window. You tapped the steering wheel impatiently. "Come on man Christine is like your favorite movie." At this, Billy laughed.

"No, I think you're confusing things. A murderous car is definitely more your speed." At this point, you regretted saying yes to Stu. "Please come with us I don't trust him." Stu covered his heart in fake hurt. "If you should be worried about anybody you should worry about Billy." You seriously doubted that. Sure he was quiet and a little unnerving but he might just be shy. "Fuck it." His hands smack his thighs in defeat. Stu loudly rejoices at his friend's surrender. "Get in the back."

You figured Stu would put up a fight considering he was there first. Yet he opened the door with sad eyes and quietly got into the back. It was strange. You weren't sure how long these two had been friends but it was an odd dynamic. "Why do you get to sit next to her?" Stu whined from the back seat. "Because she doesn't trust you." A laugh forced its way from your throat. "Who said I trusted you? According to him, I should be careful around you." You pointed to the man in the back who gladly smiled. Billy propped his arm on the window shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry but dressed like that you need to be careful with everyone."

"Gotta agree with him on that. You look like Betty Crocker." Stu leaned his head on the seat between you and Billy. "Don't get me wrong it's kinda sexy but still very grandma." With a roll of your eyes, you started the car, hearing the engine purr to life. The boy next to you cracked such a small smile you'd have to catch it on camera for proof that it happened. "This is amazing! I fucking love you, Betty Crocker." Stu kissed you on the cheek making your nose crinkle. At that, Billy actually laughed. Nothing too dramatic though. "Ew can you not touch me at all? Jesus Christ." With one hand on the wheel, you took the other to wipe your cheek.

"Now you see what I put up with," Billy adds. "Oh, so you kiss him too huh?" You drove out of the parking lot heading to the main road. "Only on weekends." Stu shrugged. You giggled but Billy didn't seem to find anything funny. "So what brings you to this hell hole?" He asks still keeping his eyes out the window. "Me and my moved into my grandparent's house after they passed. He found a good job here too so ta-da here I am" Stu leaned forward to press buttons on the dash which you promptly swatted his hand away. "What is your deal with this car?"

Stu seemed shocked you had to even ask. "It's Christine baby! The man-eating car." You blinked a few times a little confused. "You know the John Carpenter film? Came out in 1983. Same guy that directed Halloween with Michael Myers." Billy seemed interested in this conversation more so than others. His whole body seem to turn towards you actively listening to anything you had to say. "Of course, I know Halloween I've just not seen Christine." It was Billy's turn to pick at you. "You're telling me you've never seen Christine but you've got the car?"

He must be brain-dead to think you got a car based on a movie. "This is a 58' Plymouth. It is way older than the Christine movie. I've got the original if you ask me." Stu looked like he was adding numbers to fact-check your math. Billy on the other hand had the same stoic expression on his face. His eyes dragged up and down you seemingly trying to figure out something. "Say where do you two live?" Stu gave out directions to his house without hesitation. "You can just drop me off at his place." You nod in Billy's direction as you focus on the road.

"Why do you dress like this?" Billy picks at the fabric of your dress. It seems no one in this town knows what personal boundaries are. But you guess it beats the awkwardness of a new friendship. With these two it's like you jumped ahead. "I like it." Plain and simple. Billy wasn't buying it either was Stu. "It's more than just that. You know people look at you differently do you get off on that sort of thing?" The question was rude. If you had a backbone of any sort you throw him out of the moving car. Being a people pleaser however made you give him an honest answer. "Maybe. Do I notice when people look at me hatefully? Duh. But at the end of the day, I'm happy they looked at me at all. I mean you both look like every other teenage boy out there. You don't want to stand out?"

Stu liked your answer it was honestly one he could relate to. "No, we like to blend in." That was all Billy said. It was a change from the chattiness before. "Well, what about you Stu?" Billy turned to look back at the boy. Meanwhile he was happy at being included. When it was just him with some girls he could say whatever he felt like. When Billy was around things were different. Just with his eyes he could tell Stu what and what not to say. He didn't mind of course he loved Billy more than he would ever know really. Plus he knew his personality could be a lot for new people. It was nice to have someone to let him know when enough was enough.

"Like he said we like to blend in. We're not big attention whores." He laughed. You don't think the comment was aimed at you but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt by it. "What's your name?" Stu asked while he lay down in the back seat. "Y/n." Billy once again needed more of an answer. "Y/n what?" He was looking for a last name. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Stu's eyes shot back and forth between you two. "I would. That's why I asked."

"Well, you ask too many questions. Unless you're looking to change my last name I don't know why you'd need to know." Billy wasn't mad. Aggravated sure but not mad. You were smart. Not smart enough to tell two psychos to fuck off but smart enough to not hand out personal information easily. He'd have to work for it which he loved to do. "Is your place down this road Stu?" The boy perked up. A little sad that the ride was over. "Yeah just go on down."

"What are you doing this weekend?" Billy asked seeing his window of opportunity was closing. "Nothing much why?" More boring and cryptic answers. "We should come over to your place this weekend seeing as nothing's going on." Billy looked at his friend for backup. "Absolutely! I could bring a copy of Christine and we could get mad wasted!" Billy closed his eyes regretting asking him for anything. "I don't drink. Never had a reason to."

"Well, Ms. Crocker I'm giving you one." Unfortunately for these two you had self-preservation skills. Getting drunk with two men you don't know at your house is not smart. They act like you haven't seen any scary movies. "I'm not getting drunk with you two. I'll think about hanging out this weekend but no drinking. My dad would kill me if he knew I had two dudes in the house let alone drunk dudes." Billy could work with that. Stu was practically jumping at the idea to hang with you. For once he didn't have ulterior motives. He couldn't say the same for his friend who had that gleam in his eye he's seen before.

You pulled into the driveway saying goodbye to your new friends. "See you at school tomorrow?" Billy asked knowing the seat you occupied today would be permanently vacant so you could stay next to him. "Unfortunately. Bye, losers." You waved at the guys ready to get the hell home. The boys watched as you pulled away, the bright red car was easy to follow down the road. "What do you think about her?" Billy asked his friend. "She's alright man. Needs better taste in movies but I can fix that." Billy agreed but something just wasn't sitting right with him. In one day you managed to weasel your way into their lives. He wasn't sure if he wanted to watch movies with you or make you the star of one.

Part 2

A/N: I've been writing for about 5 years now but I'm new to the Scream fandom. I just recently watched the first movie and I can't seem to get these two out of my head so feedback is greatly appreciated! See ya lovelies 💞

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