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themotherofblood · 9 months

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Hello!

I saw that you asked about request for Tywin. I wanted to ask something brief about modern!Tywin with his young girlfriend. Anything you can think of with that scenario would be fine.

Thanks for reading me!❤️

you’ve been so engaged with the whole mafia Tywin thing, fyi I love you for this ask because that’s what inspired it bubs. I feel like this is a quaint set up chapter for this series :)

synopsis: a drunk encounter between Tywin and his golden darling.

warnings: shoe riding, AGE GAP, mentions of bullets. alcohol consumption.

word count - 2k+

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There was an odd sense of contentment, you were too comfortable with the life you had right now, devoid of having to ask too many questions— mostly for your own good. You had found a jewel of a man, and yes the gold digger comments never sit right with you but a man so fine, devoted was far good of a catch to let go. You wouldn’t think twice but close your eyes and jump down the cliff that was your relationship, there was no lie in the subtle fear that lingered in your heart around him. A striking silver fox and total charmer, it took learning to even breathe freely around him.

Here you are now, in your own little apartment. Dabbing your fingers on your lips to soften the red lipstick, with the exam season finally over, you could let your hair down and drink till you become very aware of the organs within you and the booze— well, your perfect man happened to own some of the most notorious clubs around Lanniston, more like his son Tyrion but all the same. You looked up at the mirror, feeling great about how two hours of work made you look.

You hesitantly looked at your phone, cheekily smiling at yourself as you unlocked it and snapped a picture of yourself and sent it to Tywin, you could almost predict the message you’d receive back.

“Do not drink too much darling.”

You gnawed at your thumb, shaking your head before shooting him a quick text agreeing with him. A bald-faced lie and he knew so, his men were already on the lookout for you and your girlfriends at Satin House.

The music, as usual, blared so loud you were sure your heart was thudding the same beat, it felt liberating to not spend another night in dirty pyjamas and crying about your coursework. The henchmen Tywin had put up diligently did their jobs as not a single man dared to go beyond the stern glares these bulked men shot their way. You were sure Tyrion was here somewhere, the air was far too sultry for his involvement to be missing.

You left early, however, knowing your heeled feet nor Tywin would appreciate it but mostly because you missed him terribly. Practically barring him from witnessing the mess you were in the past month. You huffed out into the cold air of the night, the skies were clear and downtown Lannisport was still alive. Meren already stood at the ready by the town car, you rolled your eyes at him. He always had this pinched look to him, very mean.

“To home, miss?” He asked as you shuffled into the back of the car. You merely hummed in reply.

He was quick to the driver’s end, ready to head towards your apartment but you stopped him.

“Where is Mr Lannister?” You asked, eyes closed as you huffed deep breaths to shake away the loopy daze in your head.

“At work, miss.”

“Take me there then, take me to him.”

Meren hesitated for a moment, his orders were otherwise but how could he deny his boss’s girl. So he nodded, and you rested your head on the window. Drawing little pictures from the fog that followed with your mouth breathing. That lulled you to sleep somehow from the twenty-minute drive that was to Loren Tower, you were roused by Meren as you blinked away the small nap.

In front of you was the eighty-two-floor skyscraper, the first time you visited your jaw nearly hit the ground. The building was nearly empty for the night other than security and other essential staff who were only here at two in the morning because their boss was a cruel, cruel man. You fixed your hair in the reflection of the elevator mirror, hoping Tywin agrees with this little surprise drunk visit.

When the elevator dinged open to his floor, his burnt-out but pristinely dressed assistant was the first face you saw, she looked like she was nearly checked out.

“Miss—“ she raised the telephone but you pressed your finger to your lips, forcing her to keep your little secret as you walked towards his office. Your heels clicked against the annoyingly polished and glossed marble floors.

Without knocking you pushed in, leaning against the mahogany door frame, admiring the view you had craved for weeks. His white button rolled up his taut forearms, fingers toying with the idle coffee cup. Brows pulled to a harsh gaze, as usual, he didn’t even look up.

“Reached home, has she?”

His crisp voice nearly made your already wobbly legs even more unstable. You smirked at him, he looked almost cute— so focused. You pulled in your lips before speaking up.

“You should really get yourself a third assistant, poor Cassandra looks dead.”

Tywin’s eyes shot up, immediately locking onto yours before burning into every inch of your body, from your toes to your head— torturously slow as he leaned back onto his chair.

“I could— you know, fill that position if it’s open.” you hiccuped, pushing yourself away from the door frame. A dopey smile on your lips softens Tywin’s resolution.

“How many have you indulged in, love?”

You place your point exactly on the tip of your nose to prove your point, you weren’t aware of your organs just yet. You half wanted to crawl on top of his table and then onto his lap but you chose the more appropriate route and walked around the desk and then plopped onto his lap.

“What’s the point of all this, if you still work till two?” You kiss his cheek, nuzzling into the stubble he had grown.

“It’s tax season.”

“Tax season.” you scoff making him look up at you questioningly “Just because I don’t ask questions doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

“Like your hench-“

He cuts you off before you could finish, pressing his lips to yours and pulling your thighs around his so you straddle his lap. The taste of sour cherry vodka is very apparent on your lips.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to darling.” he lectures, leaning lower to kiss your neck.

“On— on a more serious note, I could use a big girl job.” you smile at him, fixing the already untouched collar of his shirt. Truly, the corporate market was the Dothraki Sea without any administrative experience.

He raises his brow. “Well, are you after Cassandra’s job?”

“No, no — but what rich businessman doesn’t have a dozen assistants.” You shrugged, “And I think I have just the right qualifications.”

“Oh, do you now?”

You eagerly nod, preparing yourself to list a vocal resume. “I make great coffee, a barista duh? I can type quickly, I’m friendly and I can be very pretty and— and” you stick out your pointer and curl it around his collar to pull yourself closer to his ear.

“I can service you in many other ways, Mr Lannister.” You whisper in his ear before settling back on your calves.

His gaze hardens once more as he pulls his lips to a tight line. “Alright,” he rubs up your back “you have had one too many.”

This time like an indignant child pouting you pick his pointer finger and place it on the tip of your nose to once again prove you were indeed not wasted and within your right mind. You wanted the job, and you were just a little horny.

The green of his eyes traced over yours for a moment, before a scoff tumbled from his chest. “You want a job?”

You nodded your head once more.

“Earn it then.”

He helped you off of him, letting you settle onto your knees, the rug providing ample protection to your poor knees, you tilted your head confused as he lifted your chin with his pointer.

“Take your panties off for me.”

Your breath hitched as excited electrocution began hurtling towards your mound. Your dry spell was to be lifted, another reward for acing your exams. Your eyes were fixated on Tywin as you shuffled your fingers under your green dress and pulled off your black thong, he held your shoulders to stop you from stumbling forwards as you pulled the flimsy fabric back your legs.

His other hand extended out for you to hand him your panties which he promptly shoved in his pocket.

“Let’s see if you are as qualified as you say you are, little miss.”

You could stay here all day, oddly warm, comfortable. Minus the heels constricting your feet. It felt nice, it felt good thought it should be humiliating.

You sat on calves, with Jimmy Choo’s on your feet and a diamond pendant necklace around your neck. Head rested against Tywin’s thigh as he sat ever so commandingly in his armchair, his pretty whore knelt between his feet with an aching between your legs. You bite your inner cheek to not moan.

“Please sir,” you whimpered, feeling another wave hurtling towards you as you rocked your hips against the fine black leather of Tywin’s dress shoes, the texture torturously stimulating your throbbing bud. You gnawed at his knee to stop the surge and then you whimpered once more.

Your bottom lip wobbled, sniffling as you blinked away your tears. You sat straight with your back straight. You should have chosen the belt lashes instead, this was cruel—so fucking cruel. Here he sat, reading his revenue reports. You, about to be his pretty assistant (only by name) writhing at his feet, eyes glossed and lips bitten, full of colour.

Tywin rather enjoyed this, having you moved to a babbling, tearful mess before he buried his cock in the warm, wet snug for your pussy. He would make you earn the treat, he would have wanted nothing more but to keep you within his eyesight all day, safe and untouched. Your college had already taken such a toll on you he even went through with the private jet arrangements and hotel room to offer you a luxurious escape. His housekeeper, as you sat wiggling by his feet, was packing your luggage.

“You’ve got to keep quiet, little girl, that was the deal.” His deeper voice crumbles, moving his hand away from the folders to gently pet your hair.

You looked at him, lips pouted and trembling and nodded your head. Your eyes give him the sweetest most apologetic look, before sinking further into your knees and closing your eyes to avert this feeling of perpetual embarrassment and agony.

Tywin set down his reports, finally having read through at least a dozen papers before focusing his attention on you. Her pet through your hair, lifting your chin to wipe at your tear-soaked cheeks.

“Messy little slut.” He tuts, “So desperate to be around me, aren’t you?”

You nod, sniffling away the more frustrated tears threatening to fall.

“You’ve earned it.” he pets your cheek once more before the magical words fell from his lips. “Come sweetheart.”

You nearly sob out in relief as you drop your head against his knee and pick up the pace of grinding against his shoe. Your shoulders shudder just as hard as your legs, your orgasm decimating your resolve. Crying out and heaving as you recover, the muffled sounds of Tywin’s voice coaxing you through it.

He pulled you back to his lap after, rubbing your back as he put away his work for the night, making a call to have the car prepared.

“I think I feel my organs now.” You groan against his shoulder, Tywin chuckles, shaking his head, wrapping his blazer around your shoulders before bundling you up.

He walks out of his office, effortlessly carrying your smaller frame along, he turns to Cassandra’s desk, noting that she indeed looked exhausted.

“Take your vacation days girl.” He orders as he walks to the elevator.

“Night Cassandra,” you shoot her a wink over your shoulder.

You almost doze away on his shoulder as you ride down to the parking, merely a few twitches at your fingertips.

“Are we going to yours?” you murmur, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. He nods, placing you inside the town car before sternly turning to Meren.

“The next time you choose to disobey my orders, a bullet will lodge itself within a place you may never find.”

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Ahhh, I’m so sorry how long this took to write. Minus the unnecessary things that have gone on for the past few days. My mojo really left me for a week or two but I’m here now, trying to get back into it.

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Also my requests for one shots, this series and Bloody Baby are open, also stop by to my asks any time. I love ranting about my fics hehe.

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trumanbluee · 1 month

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if its not with you - matty healy

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!

content: matty's away on tour, and you miss each other dearly

word count: 1724

warnings: phone sex! established relationship, afab oc, lmk if i missed anything! xx

a/n: hi!!!! im so sorry i havent been active at all recently i've been super busy with schoolwork, here's part one of a two part thing i wrote a little while ago !!! love u <3333

She stirred as she felt her phone vibrate on the bed beside her. Eyes still shut, sleep glueing them together, she blindly felt around the bed for it, gripping it with her freshly manicured hand once she’d found it.

Opening her eyes, she screwed her eyebrows together at the brightness of the screen, before the furrow quickly dissipated when she saw who’d disturbed her nap. Matty ❤️ was sprawled out on the top of her screen in bright white, and behind it a picture of her kissing him on the cheek, taken on their first date. Sitting up in the bed, she didn’t hesitate to accept the call.

Instantly, she heard a tired, “Hey baby,” ring out from the other side of the phone. She smiled as she pictured him in bed, rubbing his eye sleepily as he held his phone to his ear.

“Hi Matty,” she whispered through the phone, positioning her pillows at the head of her bed so she could sit back. “Did you just get back to your hotel?”

“Yeah,” she heard a soft exhale followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Long day.”

Her heart sank at the exhaustion that was so evident in his voice, and she just wished she was there with him.

He’d been touring for 6 months now, and had been away for far too long. She missed him dearly, and these phone calls, that lasted no longer than 10-15 minutes at best, simply weren’t enough.

She huffed, repositioning herself against her pillows before placing her phone back to her ear, “I’m sorry baby, I know you said you’d call but we don’t have to if you’re too tired. Just want you to take care of yourself, Matty.”

She heard him shuffling against his sheets, and hoped he was getting comfortable in order to fall asleep. She loved the calls where he’d fall asleep on facetime whilst she worked, her camera roll full of screenshots he didn’t know she had, of his soft, relaxed face.

He tutted, “Never, baby. Always wanna hear your voice after a long day. Just wish you were here instead of me havin’ to call ‘ya.”

She sighed, “I know babe, I miss you so much. When are you coming home again?” she asked, sure of the answer but wanting to hear the excitement in his tone as he said it.

“Three weeks, honey. Three weeks and then I’m never leavin’ you again.”

She laughed softly, “Yeah, I’m sure Jamie, the fans and the lads’d be happy to hear that. I can see the headlines now, ‘The 1975 breaks up because Matty refuses to ever leave his girlfriend again.’

She hears him chuckle down the phone, low and gruff, obviously strained and exhausted from the long day of rehearsals and performing.

“I just hope that picture I sent you’s enough to tide you over for another three weeks, hon.” She said cheekily, tracing a finger up the exposed skin of her thigh, where her shorts had ridden up.

She heard his breathe hitch slightly, and she imagined all the nights when he’d really missed her, where he’d pulled that picture up, probably saved in his ‘Baby ❤️’ album knowing him, and, laying amongst the soft white of the hotel bedding, shoved his hand into his boxers and tugged at his throbbing cock needily, until he came all over his hand. The thought made her ache, and she felt heat pooling between her thighs.

He laughed softly, “Yeah baby, it’s been getting me through the nights. You look so sexy honey, all dressed up in pretty lingerie for me.”

She whined softly, “Fuck, miss you, Matty. S’not the same without you here.”

“S’not the same? How’s it not the same, baby?” He asked cockily, knowing in which direction she was trying to steer the conversation.

She huffed, “Y’know what I mean.”

He laughed softly, repositioning himself to lie further down the bed. “Humour me babe, tell me what’s not the same.”

Having discarded her pyjama shorts, she lay with her head on the pillows, tracing lazy patterns along the soft skin of her thighs and stomach. “Fingers can’t reach all the spots you do, Matty. Need you here to help.”

He tutted in faux sadness, “Oh my poor baby, let me see if I can help you now, huh? Why don’t you lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She obeyed, hurriedly pulling her favourite pair of underwear, light blue, adorned with yellow daisies, down her thighs, using her right foot to fling them somewhere in the room.

“You good, honey? Lyin’ down f’me?” he asked, making sure she’d done what he had told her to.

She hummed a yes, waiting to be given her next instructions.

“Want you to start by playing with your clit a little bit, okay baby?

She quickly put her phone on speaker, laying it on the pillow beside where her head was propped up, before she snaked a hand down her body, moaning softly as her index finger began rubbing soft circles on her throbbing clit.

“Good girl.” He spoke, slightly breathless. She could just make out the sound of him unbuckling his belt, making her thighs clench at the thought of him stroking his thick length.

“Actually, baby, can you prop your phone up somewhere I’ll be able to see you? Can you do that, honey?

She nodded, though she knew he couldn’t see her, and opted to prop her laptop up against the end of her bed, receiving a facetime request from Matty mere seconds later. Pressing ‘accept’ in record time, she scrambled to resume her previous position, being sure to spread her legs as wide as she could, just to make sure Matty could see as much of her as possible.

Drawing lazy circles on her clit, the facetime finally connected, and she was met with Matty’s tired face, though she couldn’t tell if his eyes were hooded from sheer sleepiness, or horniness. Every thought wiped from her brain when he registered what was on the screen in front of him, flashing her a wide grin at the sight of her spread-legged for him.

“Oh honey, such a good girl for me, doing what I tell you when I can’t even see it.”

She nodded, feeling her cunt get stickier as he watched her actions, speeding up slightly.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me sweetheart… Pussy’s so fucking pretty. Think you can fuck yourself with your fingers f’me now baby? Yeah?” He asked, though the questions were rhetorical. They were both well aware she would do just about anything and everything that he asked her to.

However, she nodded nonetheless, looking at his pretty face on the screen in front of her as she brought the hand that wasn’t occupied with her clit down to tease her hole, swirling her index finger around the entrance teasingly.

“Fuck, baby. S’that feel good? Huh?” He asked, though he received only soft moans and needy whines of his name in response, as she finally pushed a singular digit into her now soaking cunt.

He threw his head back, eyebrows screwing together as he swiped a thumb across the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum down the vein that ran along his length. Giving it three quick pumps, he began to slowly slide his fist up and down at the same time she pressed her fingers, having added a second not long after the first, into her tight pussy, a squelching sound reverberating from his laptop and around his hotel room.

“Fuck,” He said breathlessly, “Such a good girl, baby. Takin’ those fingers so well f’me. Miss you so much, wish I was there with you right now honey.” He rambled, fist pumping his cock quicker now, as she slammed her fingers into her hole, right hand rapidly swiping across her clit as you brought yourself closer and closer to her orgasm, with Matty coaching her through it.

“M-matty, feels so good!” She stuttered out, head thrown back against her pillows as her orgasm got closer and closer.

He groaned as he watched her, fighting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure as he fisted his slick length.

“C’mon baby, you - fuck, you’ve got it baby. Can you cum f’me? “He spoke, though he had to try his hardest to speak in a way that was understandable, eyebrows furrowing as his orgasm approached alongside hers.

“F-fuck!” She moaned, legs clenching together around her hands as she came, body jolting. Almost as though the two are connected, Matty’s body tightens, and thick ropes of cum decorate his lower stomach as he groans loudly, head thrown back against his pillows.

Silence filled both rooms, with nothing but heavy breathes from both sides of the room to fill it. Her chest rises rapidly, hair sticking to her forehead. She reaches down, still silent, and fishes her laptop from the bottom of the bed, placing it on the side of the bed that Matty would usually occupy. Turning on her side to face the computer, she sees that he’s had the same idea, and is now lying beneath the duvet, curls messy and out of place, hooded eyes staring back at her through the screen.

She smiles sleepily, though it’s midday for her and night-time for him; her sleep schedule had been messed up by consequence of her trying to catch his shows via livestream. He smiles back, eyes lidded and eyebrows relaxed.

“I love you, baby.” He says, eyebrows lifted, softening his fatigued features, before he smiles cheekily. “See, all you needed was a bit of help, huh honey?”

This causes her to laugh softly, head turning into her pillow to muffle the sound. She shrugs the best she can in her position, “I love you too Matty. Would’ve been better with the real thing here though.”

His eyebrows furrow slightly at this, as if reminded of the fact that he’s looking at her through a screen, and she isn’t actually in his bed right now.

“I know sweetheart, just three more weeks, yeah? We can do it, honey. We’ve gone this long.” Just then, he checks the time, mumbling a low “Shit”. “Sorry honey, I gotta go to sleep now. I love you, I’ll see you in three weeks.”

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nolita-fairytale · 4 months

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new year's eve & day with chef luca

a/n: just a little headcanon that came to me on my hot girl walk, lightly inspired by marc vetri's episode of chef's night out & t. swift's 'new year's day.' wherever you are in the world right now, happy new year, loves!

i wrote this with the world of burn your life down in mind, writing in original characters from it. however, if you haven't read the series, you should still be able to read this headcanon!

new year's eve & day with boyfriend! luca:

astrid and lina (your former sisters-in-law) come to visit copenhagen after christmas and right before new year's, and you're determined to show them a great time.

jesper has made plans for the evening, picking out which club you'll convene at to ring in the new year. what is supposed to be a few cocktails at a trendy new speakeasy bar hidden inside of a hotel lobby quickly turns into dancing at a trendy club a few blocks down.

it's you, luca, mathilde, emil (mathilde's husband who, i've always pictured as rege-jean page) jesper, astrid, and lina. astrid is making friends right and left and you and lina are thick as thieves, so happy she came out to visit. ("i suppose he's beginning to grow on me," lina admits with a sigh and a playful eye roll, in reference to luca).

"where to next?" lina asks. "oh my god, i'm starving!" astrid adds, before trying her best to rally everyone to grab a first bite of the new year. it's a no brainer to invite everyone back to you and luca's place for food, riding high on good company and fancy champagne.

you make a simple yet delicious and easy pesto spaghetti as luca stays by your side, whispering in your ear while he thinks no one is paying attention: "you know i love our people... but i can't wait to get you alone, my love."

while you plate up bowls of pasta, luca pours everyone a night cap, and you all spread out around the living room to eat. it feels good to be in the best company -- some from your life pre-copenhagen (and pre-luca), and the others, the most important people in this new chapter of your life that you've come to love so deeply.

everyone stumbles home or back to their hotel between 2 and 4 am, and by the time everyone is gone, you and luca are exhausted. you both agree that while you weren't expecting to have as long of a night as you did, you're glad you hosted and cooked for your people.

the next morning, luca makes good on his promise from the night before, his mind set on starting the new year with bang. "well, we gotta start the new year off right, darling? don't you think?" he asks you as he presses you into the mattress, his hands sliding underneath the t-shirt you put on before bed. "well, we did miss the fireworks last night," you justify with a giggle as you chase his mouth with yours. "guess we'll have to make some of our own."

by the time you're out of the bed (and out of the shower), astrid and lina are ready to reconvene. you and luca meet them at one of your favorite bakeries for brunch (and a little hair of the dog). you go around the table sharing favorite memories from the year before and resolutions for the new year.

post-brunch, you and luca take the most leisurely stroll home and then a long nap.

at some point, you begin to clean up from last night's impromptu pasta party, hand washing your stainless steel pans and wondering how the hell all of this glitter got into your apartment.

"anything you wish for the new year, my love?" you ask luca as he goes through a drawer in need of a decluttering.

"well, we are opening a restaurant together," he replies, cheekily. "so i suppose that."

"i suppose," you return, before leaving a soft kiss against his lips. you move on to your next house project, reflecting on just how beautifully both you and luca have woven your lives together over the past year.

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Dadzawa and baby overhaul 2

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐Aizawa and Yamada were thankful it wasn't a school day, Yamada taking an emergency day so the family could get things for little (name).

"Now, what are our thoughts on this?" Yamada asked as they casted their laptop to the livingroom tv, a rainy Sunday meaning they couldn't go out shopping so it was at home shopping.

"I like the one with sheep!" Eri said excited as they looked at sleeper onsies as (name) snuggled in Aizawas arms, little pacifier in his mouth as he lazily watched the screen, enjoying the moving pictures.

(Name) was extremely attached to Aizawa, Eri mentioning how he was only really handled for feedings or changings so he was desperate for contact.

"How about we order some lunch? Then we can move onto furniture" Aizawa said as (name) stretched his little arms up, clearly content in his new dad's arms as the family discussed what they should get for lunch, (name) now sitting up and and bouncing slightly as they spoke.

"What do you think (name)? Western or Japanese food?" Yamada asked the babe, getting close and (name) obviously not understanding what's going on just raised his little arms and reached out to the blond, wanting to be held by him "oh so sweet, western it is!"

The family ordered (fast food) and in the bag Sanza brought was some baby food "let's see..." Shinso said reading the labels and looking a little disgusted at the combinations before spotting a bottle of custard "hey (name)" shinso said cheekily to the baby as everyone ate, (name) sitting his little bum on the carpeted floor.

Aizawa and Yamada were already recording as Shinso got on his stomach and put a baby spoonful to the boys mouth, (name) taking a bite before a shocked expression washed over his face, the boy bouncing slightly and smacking his lips "was that good?" Yamada asked as (name) reached out for the spoon.

"Well at least we know he likes sweets" Shinso said as he let Eri feed the boy a spoonful.

(Name) got five spoonfuls in before he looked like a drunk man on the floor, starfished on the carpet as his dad's took photos.

The day continued, the family ordering baby supplies there were coming the next day and they had called the local furniture store about the possibility of them delivering a baby crib same day, thankfully they didn't have many deliveries so it would be able to come within the next few hours.

(Name) took a nap on the couch as Aizawa and Yamada finished grading papers, the family doing their own thing.

Eri was also taking a small post meal nap as Shinso worked on a project.

"Oh Sho, look" Yamada points to their cats who finally graced them with their presence, the two cats taking note of the tiny baby and the fatter male cat lovingly named "cat" in English flopped beside him and joined in the nap.

The other one went to go eat before sitting on the arm of the couch and watching the tiny baby, leaning over to sniff him.

The two watched as the cats accepted the baby who was fast asleep, kicking his little legs every so often.

When the crib came, the two adults thought it would be best to put it in their room for fast access to the baby if need be, sho laying on the bed with little (name) laying in his chest as Yamada put together the crib.

(Name) stared at Aizawa who stared back, the babe wide eyed before reaching over with his chubby ravioli hands and grabbing Aizawas nose.

Yamazawa family were happy (name) acclimated so well, the boy fitting in like the last piece of the puzzle.

The end of the small vacation would be in a few days and Aizawa already emailed Nedzu about the newest edition.

"ABABABA!" (Name) yelled out at 6am on the dot to his new parents, the little babe making angry baby sounds for food "yeah yeah, I'm coming" Yamada mumbled as he stumbled shirtless to the crib and lifted the boy who snuggled into the warmth of his skin "a hug and a bottle should do you good" he mumbled sleepily as the two went to the kitchen to prepare the little listener a nice meal and some coffee brewing.

"There we go, look at you go" the blond watched tiredly as the babe drank his bottle with only a little assistance from the hero "still can't believe such a little bundle of happiness came from someone so terrible" Yamada mumbled as the babe looked at him with wonder "Eri is really excited to be your big sister, Shinso is even happy about it... You really fit in well"

When (name) finished his bottle, the others trudged out and Aizawa began breakfast as Shinso got himself and his sister some orange juice, the only one happy and awake was little (name) who babbled happily.

The morning was sleepy and calm as Aizawa let the baby try a little miso soup and was pleased at the babes happy reaction.

"His stuffs here" Aizawa said as Shinso took the tiny babe who gently smacked at his face as the adults brought in all the packages "look (name), all for you buddy!" Yamada said sweetly as little Eri helped bring in the obvious clothing packages "there.." "uh dad" Shinso looked at (name) in slight horror as the babe began grunting and looking focused and then a foul smell radiated off the baby.

Freshly changed (name) giggled at Yamadas grossed out face as he threw out the soiled diaper "yeah yeah, very funny" he said teasingly as they opened the packages to figure out what was what, the cats keeping the babe company as they folded all the adorable little clothes for him, the tiny socks and little shirts.

"So when are you guys gonna tell Aunt Nem and Uncle Oboro?" Shinso asked curiously as they cleared out the office that wasn't used much, the heros tending to work in the dining room or keep anything not meant for young eyes at the office.

"When we have him settled, were going to have to bring him tomorrow so they will probably meet him then" Aizawa said simply as he put (name) in a precious kitten onsie and a little cat themed pacifier "look (name)! Toys for you!" Yamada said bringing some freshly cleaned blocks for the babe, a few sound toys to urge him to learn speech.

For now they would just spend time with the tiniest member of the family, putting him in a rolling baby chair as they set stuff up for him.

#male reader #x male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x male reader #aizawa x reader #child male reader #baby reader

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sorrowfulrosebud · 6 months

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B- bu- bud... idk if requests are open but....

B- be- bear bakugou who loves climbing trees but hates the winter cold on his paws. So he starts climbing things in the house😔. Just you scolding him while he's sitting snug on top the bookshelf because he left claw marks and splintered the wood...

BAHAHAHA MUG I LOVE THIS

“Katsuki.”

“Fuck off.”

“Katsuki!”

“Fuck off!”

“Get down from there now!” You scolded your hybrid as he glowered at you from the top of the bookshelf.

“Fucking make me, human!” He sneered, claws digging deeper into the wood, splintering the precious heirloom.

“Katsuki please, you’re damaging the bookshelf!” You pleaded. Katsuki huffed whilst continuing to glower.

“No. I like it up here. Now piss off!” He demanded, leaning forward to get his point across. The bookshelf was beginning to tip slightly, causing you to worry.

“What happened to your other climbing equipment?! Why does my poor bookcase have to suffer?!” You whined, cringing at the groaning of the bookcase. Huffing, you look at your companion.

“Okay. What would it take for you to come down?” You tried from a different perspective. Katsuki stared at you.

“Salmon bowl. But, I eat it up here. Then I’ll come down,” he said, positioning himself to get comfortable.

“Oh god fucking damnit Suki, fine! I’ll make your damned fucking bowl of salmon and fucking rice,” you grumble under your breath, muttering about how you hate winter as much as he does. Katsuki triumphantly smirks before falling asleep to the sounds of you grunting in the kitchen.

“Oi, wake up you stinky brat,” you grumble, pinging the chopsticks against the bowl as Katsuki’s eyes cracked open. His mouth delved into an O shape as he yawned, pointy toofs on show.

He reminded you of a kitten; so sleepy in the winter and hibernating anywhere he can. He could barely keep his eyes open during winter, so you were surprised that he managed to even climb up the damn bookcase.

“Mmmm, don’ wanna wake uuuuuuup,” he sleepily mumbled, getting comfy again.

“Oh no you little bastard, I made you the bowl so you would get off my bookcase. You promised, so get your lazy ass up and eat,” you scolded firmly, ready to throw the bowl at him when he sticks his middle finger up. You huff before smirking; time to bring out the big guns.

“Fine then. No more kisses for a week,” you said, going to leave. Katsuki’s head snapped to you.

“What?” He asked, sleepiness depleting.

“Yup, and no ear rubs whilst you’re napping too,” you list off, about to leave the living room when you hear conflicted angry grunts.

“Ugghghh fine, shitty mate. But, I get to lay on your lap and you have to feed me. Deal?” He answered cheekily, sleepy smirk slapped on his face.

You sigh.

“Deal.”

“Was this really so hard, sweetie?” You murmur to him softly, petting your sleepy bear boy after he demolished his bowl of salmon and rice. Katsuki cracked an eye open.

“Mhm, totally. Natural instincts an’ shit, plus I like being up in high places. Is too cold to do it outside,” he mutters, head nestling into your tummy. Your fingers trail softly over his cute little brown ears, giggling when you see his pompom tail wiggle.

“Stop moving, human. Your laughing is disrupting my sleep,” he mumbles, nosing your tummy as you wrap a blanket around him.

“Sorry, my love. Well we can look into constructing something a bit more practical for you to climb until it’s not as cold outside. I think the attic might be a cool place for some more climbing gear, plus the alcoves could be padded out for your naps,” you ramble quietly, gentle tracing of his ears never ceasing until you hear the quiet rumbly snores of your mate.

You stop talking, wrapped the blanket higher around his neck and kissed the space between his fluffy ears.

“Goodnight, my bratty cub.”

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #mugwort my love #MUG FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME MATERNAL #HES SO STINKY #I NEED HIM #MAKING ALTIMATUMS #bear hybrid bakugou #bear bakugou au #hybrid bakugou #hybrid bakugou x reader #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #bnha x reader fluff

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eggtartz · 6 months

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✧ 25th October ✧

Shanks // Nanny (f! nanny reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : can you tell i haven't watched or read one piece before, dilf shanks, riding, creampie

his precious uta always had to be left behind during his adventures, fearing he'll be in her way of her singing career. shanks was aware of her passion and taking her with him would only prevent that which he would hate to do. so what he has resolved to is leaving her with a trusted nanny. he was away for longs terms but dear it knew, one day, she'll see her beloved father and captain's crew sailing back home again. but until then, she will wait patiently.

you were her nanny and basically treated her like a little sister. "uta, are you composing more songs again?" you tilted your head, frowning as the adorable child is not resting from creatung her masterpiece "no y/n! i gotta finish this before shanks come home! i want him to be the first one to listen!" her circular braids shoot up like bunny ears. "well, okay but make sure to have your lunch and your nap okay?" you said gently as she yelled an 'okay'.

as you were folding the clothes you could hear a commotion from the shorelines and watched as a big ship, the flag soaring in the wind. "shanks!" you smiled at the sight of the captain, his smile as sweet as you remember, the scar along his eyes just adds to his attractiveness. "uta! come, the captain is back!" you yelled as she shrieked "he is?! shanks!" the excited child spent no time to lunge at him to hug him, a quite bizarre display of affection in public but shanks warmly held her in one hand. "looks like someone missed me, huh?" he teased, bopping her nose that made her giggle.

he walked back to home while you chatted with the red hat crew "party?" you recalled that made shanks turned "yup! we're gonna have party tonight because why not?" his cheekily smiled as uta forced him to bring her as well. settling down at the humbled abode, you bought on shanks belongings and placed them in his room as you could hear laughter and giggles of his daughter from the other side of the room. "captain, would you want something to drink?" you said as you headed to the kitchen. the man followed behind you as he went closer and took a sniff of your neck "you smell a little too good" he commented as you swatted him away.

"oh please, stop the teases" you smiled as you poured him a drink "how are you, y/n? she hasn't been causing too much trouble, has she?" he raised a brow as you shook your head. "she's a sweetheart, actually. currently composing a song for you" you smiled "for me? oh i'm flattered" he moved from his chair and moved to your back, latching himself close to your body "i miss both of you too much" his hand grabbed your waist as you made a small squeak. "you wanna help me with some stuff later on, pretty girl?" he used that tone again, that slutry tone you know you can't escape.

"uta is still here, shanks. she'll-"

"later on, at the party. deal?" he quickly cut you off. you turned around as he squeezed your butt with one hand and spanked it once before walking away. "be there, doll."

that night, the crews were rowding the bar as you sat with uta who was standing on the table while singing. you looked up at her, the juice you had in your hand sipped slowly. "hey, y/n. mind if i steal you for a bit?" you turned around to see rogers as you nodded. he bought you outside where shanks was waiting, his clothes getting blown away by the gentle breeze.

"i was summoned?" you mischievously asked, knowing what the older man wants. he smiles "is it too forward to say i really miss you?"

"me or something else, captain?"

"cheeky, huh? sit down doll, help your old man out" he said as you giggled. he man spread his legs as you situated yourself perfectly on his lap, always fitting there. always has and always will. "skirt up" he said, one hand caressing your hip as you lifted your skirt, revealing your white panties. "oh, have i missed this sight" he groaned, bringing yourself to rub on him as you whimpered. "oh.. can we just put it in? i stretched myself real good, i promise"

"you already have? what a good girl you are" he said giddily as you lowered yourself around him. the first stretch was intense as you frowned. he buried his nails around your waist as your warms insides wrapped around his length for the first time in so long. shanks can't even phantom how many times he has jerked himself to the memories of you and now that he's back, he isn't going to waste another minute.

"bounce harder, girl. yeah, you're doing good" he groaned as your hands rested in his shoulders. the outline of your bra was see through the white dress you're wearing and shanks ripped the fabric with his teeth. he engulfed one nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue. "oh! shanks.. so rough.." you whined as his teeth grazed through the bud. he took the other one in his mouth, repeating the cycle.

"you look so pretty impaled to my dick. you're gonna make me cum, doll" he smiled tenderly as you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing hitched. "oh! shanks!" you rubbed your clit while bouncing on his cock, leaving the man a mess as his dick is getting clenched and he's going to cum any second now.

"you miss me that much?" he still cheekily asked. "yes i did.. fuck! i missed you so much" your bouncing was getting sloppier as shanks thrusted upwards "how much?" he started his rough pace "a.. a lot.." your brain was foggy, his cock thundering in and out left you mewling and wanting more. your eager cunt was milking him as he felt the pressure building, his hands were on your waist still as he frowned. his gorgeous red hair was blowing in the air, the scar adorning his eyes was wrinkling when he frowned.

you looked at him with awe as you slumped againts him, your pussy twitching as he came inside. he moved your face to kiss him, a soft yet passionate kiss with impaling his tongue inside yours. he looked at you while he panted, hands soothingly rubbed your back. "let's go back, hm?"

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagine #shanks #shanks smut #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks imagine #kinktober entry ♡˖

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toomuchracket · 6 months

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in front of a mirror (literal d word (dad) matty x reader fluff)

a little random fluffy moment for promptober day 18! just you and matty and your baby daughter getting ready in the hotel room. enjoy <3

the fluffy pompom on your daughter's hat tickles your already-cold nose, as you walk quickly down the hotel corridor with her in your arms. you sneeze, and lyla jerks in what you think is fright at the sudden noise; you open your mouth to reassure and apologise, but she giggles before you can, that joyous little baby laugh that you think might be your favourite sound in the world.

"oh, you think it's funny when mummy sneezes?" you tease, tickling her little tummy to keep her laughing. "yeah, it is a funny noise, i suppose. but do you know what you're meant to do when someone sneezes in front of you? you say 'bless you'. can you try that for me, munchkin? bless you."

lyla's little face screws up in concentration, an expression she's doubtless inherited from you. "eh ooh."

"oh, my clever girl! well done," you coo, kissing her little rosy cheek as you unlock the door to your suite. "you're so smart, munchkin! you definitely get that from me and not daddy. but don't tell daddy that, alright?"

"tell me what?" matty's voice echoes from somewhere in the suite. lyla makes grabby hands at the sound - again, your genetics.

"that we got babycinos with auntie carly," you reply, pulling off lyla's jacket and hat, then smoothing down her hair as you wander through the living area towards your fiancé's voice. you find him in the dressing room outside the bedroom, sat at the mirror with one of the band's stylists fixing his hair. "hiya! hi, baby. you look good. almost done?"

the stylist answers in the affirmative. matty's face lights up at the sight of you and lyla; it always does, but you don't think you'll ever get over how adorably happy he gets. "hi, my beautiful girls," he says softly. "have you had a nice morning? c'mere, munchkin, tell me all about it."

you pass lyla to matty - giving him a quick kiss as you do - before shrugging your coat off and sitting down beside them. lyla snuggles into her dad's chest, big eyes blinking tiredly as he softly strokes her head. they're so cute in their respective sweatshirts that you could cry just from how much you love them.

matty caresses your daughter's tiny cheek. "is somebody sleepy?"

despite her eyes growing heavier by the second, lyla musters up all the energy she has left to shake her head in vehement denial. all three of the grown-ups in the room laugh at her little curls bouncing, and she grins cheekily.

"i think you might be, baba," matty smiles. "maybe time for a little disco nap before you come out with me and mummy later, yeah?"

you snort. "a disco nap?"

"what? that's exactly what it is."

"fair, fair," you say, resting your head on the tabletop. "could do with one myself, actually. or at least a minute where i sit and do nothing. but it's alright," you stretch. "i should probably start getting ready anyway, once she's asleep."

you try to stand, but matty traps your leg between both of his and smirks. "nope! you're staying put, my love."

"what is this?" you ask, eyes narrowing as you clock the stylist smiling suspiciously too. "why are you both looking at me like that?"

"well, sweetheart, i know how busy you've been lately, taking care of everyone and everything, and i just want to make sure you're taken care of too," matty begins. "so i decided that i'll take lyla for a few hours today and get her and i ready, so you can have a bit of time to yourself to relax…"

"and i'll do your hair for you," the stylist finishes, grinning. "and just pamper you a bit."

the combination of tiredness and the sweetness of the gesture flicks some sort of weird hormonal switch in you; you genuinely start to tear up at the thought of getting a moment to yourself amidst the chaos of tour prep and dealing with both lyla and matty (who's arguably more of a handful than your literal baby daughter). "that sounds lovely. thank you."

matty shifts lyla into one arm and leans forward to wipe your eyes with the other. he pecks your lips, then your nose, making you giggle. "s'the least i could do, darling. oh, by the way, we're also going out for dinner tonight straight after the gig. just the two of us. date night for mum and dad!"

"how have you managed that? who's looking after lyla?" you laugh, almost deliriously.

"the macdonalds. mentioned to ross i was thinking about taking you on a date, and his wife all but booked a restaurant and swiped lyla out of my arms there and then."

"bless her. i'm excited," you smile, kissing matty's cheek. "thank you, baby. i love you."

"i love you too, my sweet girl. have fun getting your hair done," matty shuffles to stand, and you take a second to stroke lyla's head before they go. "we'll be next door if you need us."

"alright, babe."

with a final wink, the loves of your life disappear through the door. you turn back to face the mirror, smiling at the stylist. fuck, why do you feel nervous? "ok. please try and sort me out. i know it'll be a struggle."

they laugh, pulling the hairband from your head. "nah, piece of cake after dealing with your man's hair. and your daughter's inherited it! god help you, babe."

you giggle. "yeah, but they really are cute, with the curls."

and cute in general, actually - while you sit back contentedly and have your hair combed, you smile so hard it hurts your cheeks at the way matty coos and sings to lyla in the next room to get her to sleep. although you can't see them, you can picture the image clear as day; she'll be in her dad's arms the whole time, because trying to get matty to not constantly cuddle your baby is like drawing blood from a stone, and matty will pace around the suite until she fully nods off. only then will he sit down, quietly humming lullabies or just whatever songs are stuck in his head, looking at lyla with the expression of sheer lovestruck adoration he reserves for only her and you.

you actually get to see said expression in action around half an hour later, while your hair is being manipulated and pinned up into a messy updo; holding a peacefully-snoozing lyla just as you knew he'd be, matty moves to lean against the doorframe and catch your eyes in the mirror. "darling - oh wow, i love your hair like that! - i know i said i was going to give you peace, but can i really quickly ask for your input on my fit for today?"

god, his arms flex so gorgeously when he's holding the baby like that. your head fills with daydreams about them flexing like that as he holds you, your hips, your waist, keeping you steady and close to him as he…

jesus, you need to sleep with your fiancé. it's clearly been too long.

so distracted are you by thirsting over matty that you almost miss what he says. "hmm? oh, yeah. black suit trousers? what's your options for the top half?"

"the saint laurent polka dots, or the black silk one. with the short sleeves."

"i love both, baby, but aren't they a little fancy for a half-hour radio show set?"

matty blushes, looking up through his eyelashes at you in the mirror; he's so beautiful it almost devastates you. "yeah, but… wanna look good for you when we go out after. you'll look stunning, as always - i need to at least try to keep up with you, yeah?"

the stylist utters a quiet "aww!", which kinda perfectly sums up your feelings about your fiancé's words. he's so endearing, matty, looking at you all shy and sweet - you're not quite sure how your heart hasn't caved in from the amount of love for him packed inside it.

and yet… your mind is seemingly still in the gutter. "i think the silk one, honestly" because it shows off those fucking arms of yours better than the other one, baby.

"whatever my girl wants," matty winks, before disappearing into the other room again. he reappears once the stylist leaves twenty minutes later, fully dressed and gorgeous in his finery, with a slightly groggy (but well-rested) lyla and what looks like her entire wardrobe in his arms.

you spin away from the counter and your open makeup bag to look at him. "dilf!"

matty cackles, quickly stopping to soothe lyla when she begins grumbling at his volume. "sorry, munchkin, i just get really excited when mummy lets on how much she fancies me."

"it's not as if you don't know already," you giggle, batting your mascara'd lashes, before shifting your voice into something breathier. "daddy."

"not in front of our daughter!"

"later, though? after our dinner date?"

matty sighs, his cheeks pink. "by all means, princess," he emphasises the nickname, and you beam. "now, lyla-lie, let's get you dressed while mummy puts her face on."

"did you just simon and garfunkel our baby's name?"

"you know it, babe."

your turn to sigh. "alright. carry on."

"i shall," matty sits lyla on the table, just a bit along to the right from you, caging her with his own body while he quickly spreads out her outfit choices. "right, munchkin. well, i'm wearing full black, and mummy's wearing…"

"also full black."

"... so i think we should see about putting you in full black too, baba," matty smiles down at lyla, who's more focused on swinging her little legs than anything else right now. "let's see - oh, these little trousers are cool! d'you like these? yeah? ok. this top?"

you pause your motions of putting highlight on to glance at your daughter; she scowls at the offending top in a way so reminiscent of matty you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself guffawing.

matty nods. "i agree, it's not quite right. moving on!"

all in all, picking out lyla's outfit for the afternoon takes longer than it did for yours and matty's to be chosen; lyla might look more like you, but she's matty's daughter through and through, a stubborn little fashionista in the making. it takes so long for matty to get her dressed - although you don't totally begrudge him for that, because listening to him try to make up a song on the fly about different items of clothing is hilarious - that you're fully ready (sans lipstick, and even then you're standing tube in hand, ready to go) once she is.

you freeze just before you apply the lippy, though - your fiancé's voice rings out a warning just as you take the lid off. "don't you dare do that yet, sweetheart."

"oh?"

matty smiles. "wanna kiss you first, babe."

and who are you to deny such an appealing notion? you nod, and matty kisses you languidly. his free hand comes up to tenderly cup your jaw, and you smile against his lips; it's not as passionate as some of your other kisses, but as always it's imbued with pure love. you're totally content.

that is, until a tiny hand makes contact with matty's cheek, and he breaks away from you with an "oof". lyla giggles, and you can't help but join in - matty narrows his eyes at his daughter, but he can't resist smiling at her adorable little… well, everything. "excuse me, miss, but mummy and i were having a moment, before you interrupted it quite abruptly. which is actually quite on brand for you, to be honest, kid, given how you were... anyway, what is it you wanted?"

he boops lyla's nose, and she giggles again. as the noise fades into little hums, she turns towards you, reaching an arm out and looking at you pleadingly.

(matty's genetics. definitely.)

"oh, my girl, you want us to do a group hug? alright," you coo, moving closer to the two of them so you can take some of lyla's weight from matty. his free arm snakes a familiar path around your waist to tug you round, and the three of you have a little cuddle for a minute or so. you're reluctant to pull away from your family and the cosy little outpouring of love, and matty seems to be too, but lyla quickly gets distracted by something else and begins to wriggle.

as it turns out, the focus of her attention is her own reflection - you laugh when you realise, while matty cringes into his baby's shoulder. "yep, that's my fault."

"well, someone had to say it," you drily respond, looking in the mirror at your daughter's wondrous expression. "lyla, are you fascinated by how pretty you look in your cool outfit? it really is cool, by the way," you turn to matty. "good job, baby."

"oh yeah, you hear that, munchkin? we got the mummy seal of approval," matty cheers, dancing around a little and making lyla - and you - smile. he looks lovingly over her head at you. "and that's really good, because mummy's the coolest person in the world. and the most beautiful, although i think you're giving her a run for her money. but you do have her eyes, i s'pose - those would make anybody infinitely more gorgeous, if they had them."

you can feel your cheeks burning. you've lost count of the number of times matty's complimented you like that, and yet you still get totally lovestruck every time. "oh, shush," you grin bashfully. "i can't take credit for those beautiful curls, can i?"

"ok, true," matty nods. he sets lyla down on the tabletop - snorting as she immediately crawls right up to the mirror - and tugs you into his side. you immediately snuggle into his chest. "we really do make cute babies together, don't we?"

"we do," you say, smiling at your daughter before turning and wrapping your arms around matty's neck. "d'you want to make another one tonight?"

matty's breath hitches, and he tugs you down for a quick, head-spinning kiss before murmuring against your lips. "fuck yeah i do."

#mads muses #mads does writing #literal d word #d word matty #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader #promptober75

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hockeyboysimagines · 5 months

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okay we need a sequel to practice makes perfect where matthew is proven right and knocked hallie up first try 😂

Your wish is my commend anon. Please read part 1 before this, as it won’t make sense otherwise. I hope this is everything you’re imagining.

“Sooooooo?”

“So what?”

“Did you take it?”

Hallie rolled her eyes “No I didn’t take it yet. I’m not late, we still have another week.”

Matthew slumped down in his seat and crossed his arms “Ugh. Can’t you hurry it along? Like talk with your uterus and tell it to do us a solid?”

“The fact that you know nothing about the female body is amazing considering how good you are in bed.” She looked down at her abdomen “Excuse me in there. Can you tell us if you’re sending a period this month? My baby daddy wants to know.”

His mouth fell open and he started laughing “Baby daddy.”

“Is that not what you are?” Hallie asked reaching forward to run her fingers through his hair “I mean after all wasn’t it YOU.” She said jabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger “Who was just bragging about being 2 for 2 the other week? The cabin? The bar bathroom? Ring a bell?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember the bar bathroom.”

“Can’t remember my ass!”

“Oh no. I remember your ass.”

He ran a hand up her thigh and gave her hip a tug, pulling her over to straddle his lap, and looked at her smiling cheekily “Kidding. Of course I’m your baby daddy. Thomas looks just like me, now Lilly…..”

Hallie’s mouth fell open and she slapped his chest “Rude.” And then she reached down between them to palm him through his shorts “I guess if that’s how you feel I’ll find someone else to give me this.” She ground her pelvis into his, and he felt himself get hard.

“Never.” He reached forward and let his hands travel up her thighs to her hips and then leaned up to kiss her collarbone. Hallie closed her eyes and felt goosebumps erupt across her skin as his lips moved across her skin, tongue sliding across her neck, and up her jaw to her mouth. He had just started to kiss her, hand coming up to grip the back of her neck when-

“Daddy!!”

He stopped and his head fell forward with a sigh.

“Daddy come play!”

She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek “We’ll finish this later. Your mini me is calling you.” she climbed off him and helped him stand, turning to head towards the kitchen when she felt his hand on her ass “I like these pants.” He said hand coming to the other side of her hips “They make your-“

“DADDY!”

“OKAY!” He yelled back, scowling and huffing “He’s so impatient.”

Hallie started laughing “You sure you want another one?”

“Ha ha. I want 4 more.”

“4-what I-4?!” Hallie’s sputtered at him until he started laughing.

“Can’t help it. You’re just so easy to get pregnant.” He shrugged and winked at her turning to find Thomas and take him outside to play hockey in the driveway, a daily past time for them.

4 kids. Was he crazy? She thought as she made her way through the house and upstairs to check on baby Lilly, as Thomas called her, who was taking a nap. On her way she passed the bathroom, and stopped.

Biting her lip she reached under the sink and pulled out a test. She didn’t feel pregnant. Last time she’d known right away, after said romp in the bar. Exactly 5 weeks later she was holding a positive test while Brady celebrated before the Battle of Alberta playoff series. When at home, some form of protection was always used unless they were trying. But there wasn’t much thought that went into spontaneous bar bathroom sex, or her last minute availability to be in Ottawa some weeks ago, both of which had been protection free. She held it in her hand, doing a mental count and pulled her jeans down.

Today would be 5 weeks exactly, and taking one couldn’t hurt. It would however prove his theory, and he would now be 3 for 3 on getting her pregnant on the first try.

Thomas was the night in the cabin, the first time they’d had sex.

Lilly was the bar bathroom, the first time they’d been out celebrating the trade with his new teammates.

And now if she was pregnant today, it would be after the game in Ottawa, all three being on the first try.

She would never hear the end of this.

She set the test on the counter, pulling her jeans up and washing her hands while she waited for it. She however was not alone before it finished because Matthew himself threw the door open and stopped, surprised to see her but then his eyes zeroed in on the test.

“What the- your taking it without me?!”

He pushed past her and peered at it, eyes moving between what appeared in the bubble and the difference between positive and negative. A smile spread slowly across his face like the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes and he turned to her.

“3 for 3!”

“No WAY!” She said grabbing it and holding it up. There it was. A pink plus sign clear as day in that tiny circle.

He thrust a fist in the air and gave a very loud “YES!” Before he pulled out his phone, fumbling to unlock it with the amount of excitement running through him.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling my parents to tell them that their son has successfully knocked you up 3 times on the first try. Let them tell me again that Brady’s more talented.”

“Matthew do not-“

But Chantal had already answered the phone.

“Hello I was just going to-“

“Hallie’s pregnant!” He yelled gleefully into the phone.

“AH!” Chantal screamed on the other end. She heard a clatter in the background and Keith yelling “What?! What happened?!”

“Hallie’s pregnant!” She yelled voice breaking a little.

“Again? He’s out of control.”

“Yeah remember that next time you tell me Brady is better. I’d like to see him do that.”

Hallie’s face burned with embarrassment as she accepted ‘congratulations’ from Keith and Chantal, who promised to come visit soon and hung up. But Matthew wasn’t done, he texted several teammates, all of whom chirped him, including Sam who said he didn’t think he had it in him, and then made one last phone call, looking at her and cracking a large evil smile.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Calling Brady to tell him that C on his chest is nothing compared to the C in my pants.”

“MATTHEW!”

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yorshie · 5 months

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[Sees it's the last day for blurb day] [Runs to the asks and falls on my face] [Weakly holds up these prompts]

Yorkshire... may I please humbly request...

14. “Just let me sneak one more, no one has to know” and 16. “Just a little bit longer, no one’s going to miss us.”

With bayverse!Mikey x F!reader🥺🙏❤️

Thank You for Requesting for Blurb Day! Oh no, did the Mikey Well claim another victim? Whelp, pop a squat, there's plenty of room down here lol. Mr. Sunshine is out for us all. (edit: huh. apparently I am a one trick pony today. hm....)

The light from the tv sent shadows running up and down the length of Mikey's bedroom walls, twisted limbs against the light and something that Mikey swore was suppose to be a dog, though you think he only insisted to hear you giggle over the absurdity of it.

The generators had kicked on a little while ago, spewing warm into every room, and at the sound Mikey had shared a look of glee with you before the pair of you bundled into his room to watch holiday movies and use the excuse of 'getting warm' to cuddle.

Now, with his body slowly warming from the heat of yours tucked against his side, and the 3rd movie droning on in the background, it seemed Mikey's mind had turned from simply making you giggle.

His thumb fitted underneath your jaw, tipping your head back to meet the soft press of his kisses. You closed your eyes at the little hum of happiness he gave at how easily you let it happen.

"You taste like peppermints," you whispered in between the chaste presses, and the arm tucked around your back shifted, his hand slowly sliding underneath your shirt to chase more warmth.

"You taste like sunshine." He countered, using your small noise of disbelief to lick against your lower lip, a smile threatening the curve of his mouth.

"You can't taste sunshine, Angelo." You mock scolded, scooting up in his arms only to be dragged across his plastron when he rolled to his opposite side and slotted a leg between yours.

"Did you just take my warm spot?" You asked, trying not to laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and trying in vain to pull yourself back, chasing the phantom warmth.

"hmmm... maybe," he cheekily responded, shifting his shell back and forth in the spot you had just vacated, "How else am i suppose to get warm, though?"

"You thief!" You let him kiss you again, sighing into the firm push before nudging his head sideways to bury into his neck. "No smooches for warm spot thieves." You grinned into his neck when his hands squeezed at your waist. "I should tattle on you, tell your brothers you only ever want to steal kisses when we hang out."

"Oh, come on sunshine, no one has to know I'm your favorite, just let me sneak one more smooch." He puckered, making the smooching noise in your ear, tickling you in the process.

You mock fought for a moment to get out of his grip, kicking your legs and doing nothing beyond making his arms tighten around you. Finally, you both stopped, giggles trailing off into soft touches, until Mikey took the opportunity to steal another quick kiss.

"Pretty sure everyone knows about us." You told him, softly, running your fingers over his cheeks and melting at the way he nuzzled into the touch.

"Course they do, I called dibs." He kissed each of your fingers, encouraging you with hands sliding up your back to lean back in. "Get close again baby, let me hold you for a little bit longer."

"Someone really will come looking for us if we hide much longer, Angelo," you murmured, following the push to press back up against him, shivering at how cool his skin felt under the blankets.

"No one's gonna miss us, or come looking, I promise." He nuzzled into your neck, churring a little when you wrapped your arms around him again. "Let's just nap for a little bit, sunshine."

#blurb day #tmnt bayverse #tmnt michelangelo #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse mikey x reader

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dairyminki · 10 months

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Like A Cat | c.s

↬ pairing: choi san x gn!reader

↬ summary: out of the two of you, san, with no doubt, was clingier as his love language centered on physical touch and affection. but when the tables do turn, san is much more delighted to accept what you give him

↬ genre: fluff, established relationship

↬ warning: light swearing

↬ wc: 500+

"I'm home!" You shout as soon as you open the door to your apartment. Being freakishly tired from work, you end up wobbling on your way to the couch, your bag dropping to the floor, while your sore body collides with the softness of the furniture.

You were beyond exhausted.

"Y/N!" San's shrill voice comes from your shared bedroom, having woken up from his light nap after hearing your voice. However, his cheerful voice chanting your name repeatedly immediately died down when he saw your state on the couch.

To him, and everyone who has eyes - he thinks - you looked like life was sucked out of you.

"Oh my god, my baby, are you okay?" Worry and concern was evident in your boyfriend's tone as he knelt in front of you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

"Do I look okay to you?" You muttered weakly, closing your eyes. Which sent San into a frenzy; him, shaking your body, while ridiculously thinking that you were going to pass out on him.

"For fuck's sake, stop overreacting, San! I'm just tired…" You groan, now turning to plant your face on the plushness of the couch. Then, your boyfriend speaks up,

"Oh, why didn't you say so? God, I panicked for nothing."

You didn't give him any response.

Not when he speaks up for the second time. This time, asking, "My tired baby, do you want anything? Tell me, and I'll do it for you, hmm?"

San threads his fingers through your hair, trying to tidy it up as gently as possible. You nearly whimpered at the feeling. The way he did it was so soft that it almost lulled you to sleep.

"Anything?" You repeat in a hushed voice, cheek squished as you turn once again to look at him.

"Yeah, anything."

And that's how you find yourself seated on San's lap, cuddling with him on the couch. Your face buried in his neck whilst you litter lazy pecks along the side of it. San's fingers continued to caress your hair, giggling as your kisses tickled him.

"Is this okay, baby?" Smiling, San asks you, making you shake your head.

You pulled away from him and found him looking at you, confused. Even with tired eyes, you still managed to smile cheekily, pointing at your lips.

"Want you to kiss me too."

It had San giggling even more, more than happy to supply to your request. Anything for his baby.

A kiss on the forehead.

On your nose.

The apples of your reddened cheeks.

And lastly, on the lips.

"Anything else?" San asks, booping your nose.

"No." You say softly. And then like a cat, you went back to nuzzling your face in his neck, basking in the scent of his perfume. Your eyes closed in pure bliss.

San had wrapped you tightly in his embrace, one hand playing with your hair the way you liked it to, while the other remained on your waist, his fingers drawing any pattern that came to his mind.

San wishes that when you wake up, you'll still choose to stay in his hold.

Because, frankly, he enjoys every minute of it. Loving the way you fit perfectly in between his arms.

↬a/n: ahhhhhck here's a little something as i slowly ease myself back into writing once again teehee

↬ ATEEZ Masterlist

#san x reader #ateez x reader #san fluff #ateez fluff #san imagines #ateez imagines #choi san #ateez #ateez san #dairyminkiwrites #dairyminki_atzsan

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dreamingofep · 5 months

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Sinned Awakening pt. 16 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, fingering, SMUT, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 16! These two are just too much and I’ll never be normal about Vampire Elvis please forgive me🤭 Lots of mentions of blood in this one please be warned. Please enjoy this next part. The end is coming near🫣🥺

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!

In the next few hours, you took a nap and didn’t want to leave his bed. It was too comfortable and he was holding you tight, making sure you weren’t going anywhere and resting like you should. His body presses against your back and molds into you flawlessly. Time was ticking and your time here in Vegas was coming to an end. You knew once you both left here, real life would come closing in and your life couldn’t go back to any sense of normal. All you could do for now was lay here with Elvis and enjoy the moment. You can feel his lips start to kiss your neck, peppering his love onto you. Your eyes are still closed but he knows you’re up, your heartbeat beginning to rise. He continues to kiss you, his hand pushing your hips back into him more.

“Hi sugar,” he slurs lazily.

You hum softly, pulling his arm tighter around you. He keeps kissing you, nipping you softly and grumbling at the soft flesh.

His hand trails down to lift your pajamas, his fingers lightly touching your thighs and up your torso.

You sigh at his touch, groggy from sleep but it feels all too good.

“Mmm…baby,” you sigh.

“I need you,” he groans, pushing his hard cock into your ass.

You groan too, wanting him to take care of you like he’s promised. You melt You start to adjust your body to lay down on your back but he stops you, keeping you on your side.

“Stay like this baby,” he coos.

You nod your head and he pushes you back into his body. His hands devour your skin and continues to pull up his pajama top he let you borrow. He gently lifts up your leg and runs his fingers through your folds. He’s not in a rush, he’s taking his time and exploring every inch of you. Every tender and electric touch has you reeling for more. But he’s patient and is doing it his way. Your moans press him to keep going and show him how much you like this.

He slowly pushes a finger inside of you, your walls wrapping tightly around him. Your breathing begins to quicken and you can feel him grinding himself against your ass. You smirk at what he’s doing, always doing the naughtiest things to you and you end up loving it.

“Baby…” you pant over your shoulder.

He hums softly as he keeps grinding against you, his finger teasing your hole.

“What honey?” He asks dreamily.

“You keep this up, and you’re gonna come all over my ass,” you tease. He gives a small chuckle and doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

“And that’s a bad thing?” He teases. Your cheeks turn red and you burry your head in the pillow.

He watches you try to hide from him and he gives your neck more kisses. You can feel him adjust his body down on the bed a bit, still touching you in all the right ways. You feel his warm cock press against your folds and he takes his hand to help guide it into you. He pushes a few inches into you and stops, making you gasp from the penetration.

“Is that better?” He says cheekily. You nod your head at him, “yes… oh God,” you moan.

His hips grind slowly into you, only giving you a few inches at time. It felt good, but it was agonizing and you wanted more of him. You start to swivel your hips back, trying to get him to give you more. His hand is quickly on your hip and stills you.

“You take what I give you baby. Stay still,” he commands. Your heart beats wildly and you nod your head at him, trying to listen.

“Were you goin to sleep the rest of the day hmm?” He asks cheekily, stuffing you more.

“No, I want this. I just want you to do this for the rest of the day,” you whine, feeling him push his entire length in and quickly pull it out of you. You plead for him and try to get him to move but he doesn’t listen.

“Hmm, I think that can be arranged,” he replies, putting his cock back inside you, moving slow and steady.

You groan when you feel him, closing your eyes and letting him take control. His fingers find your bud again and rubs it softly, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy.

“You’re coming to my show tonight, right?” He says low, his voice sending a shock through you. You sigh and squeeze his hand tight.

“Y-yes… I’m going,” you cry out. He lets out a pleased sigh and snaps his hips into you harder making you groan in agony, then slowing down again.

His mouth gives you all the attention you can possibly desire and makes your skin feel tingly. He makes short, gentle moans as he moves slowly inside of you. He’s never made love to you like this, it felt so tender, so soft, different than ever before. You can swear he loves you-

Oh God, you want him to love you with all of his being. You want him to be deeply and madly in love with you and say it to you a thousand times over. You’ve never been a hopeless romantic, you saw things very black and white and didn’t get carried away with your feelings. It took you a while to confess you were in love with someone. But with Elvis, your feelings for him hit you like a train. He made you see the brightest colors you never knew existed. Everyday you spent with him, the stronger you felt for him.

The thought of this makes your heart flutter and you groan as he drives his hips firmly into you. You look over your shoulder at him, getting to see the most beautiful sight. His tussled hair covered his forehead and his eyes are heavy with lust. Your brains screams at you to tell him you love him. Its right at the tip of your tongue and has been for some time now.

“El… I… I…” you pant.

He kisses your cheek and you can feel a smirk form on his lips.

“What baby? Tell me,” he says, his hips lazily swiveling into you. You’re breathless and you can barely keep it together. You groan in agony and try to say what you want but it just comes out in breathy sighs. The coil in your belly tightens and his insistent hips drives you to the brink of madness.

“I… love… I love this,” you moan. He hums in delight, kissing you more.

“Mhmm… so do I baby. So do I. So wet and tight.”

He continues to slow fuck you, whispering the most naughty things in your ear and before you know it, you’re coming undone and he follows shortly behind. You lay there clinging to each other, hearing the short breaths and and sighs of each other, love fluttering in your heart.

Hours pass and Elvis convinces you to get out of bed and makes you eat dinner. You try to protest, but your grumbling stomach won the argument. You wrap yourself in a blanket and shuffle your way into the living room. He watches you eat, not saying a word as he sits next to you. You can feel his hand slither up your thigh and back down again. You shoot him a stern look and pick up a bottle of water.

“You were the one that made me get out of bed, the least you can do is let me eat without any distractions,” you tease. He chuckles to himself, his hands continuing to wander up your thigh.

“Well… you see… I’m starving too,” he teases. You look at him deviously, shaking your head.

“What kind of hunger…” you insinuate, looking into his intense blues.

He smirks and looks down at his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

“Hmmm… A little bit of both… but I want to keep my promise and get you back in that bed,” he says smugly, his hand slowly pulling the blanket off your body. You let him do so and he watches you sit there. He starts to lean in for a kiss and the banging in the door jars you out of your skin.

Elvis lets out a frustrated groan and he quickly helps you put the blanket back over your shoulders.

“Go back in the bedroom,” he commands. You nod your head at him and make your way in , keeping the door open. You hear him open the door quickly and growl before speaking.

“What do you want? I told you not to disturb me today,” he seethes.

“I know. But this couldn’t wait…” you hear Jerry’s voice say. His tone is serious and unwavering and makes your heart beat anxiously. You peek your head out of the room and see Jerry standing in the doorframe holding a white envelope in his hand.

Elvis harshly grabs it out of his hand and opens the envelope. He reads it quickly and throws it down on the ground.

“No! I don’t need to do anything for that piece of shit. He can’t tell me what to do,” he hisses.

You step out a bit further, wanting to see what’s going on.

“What is it?” You ask gently.

Elvis snaps his head back at you and his eyes are ignited with anger.

“I told you to wait in the bedroom,” he scowls.

“No, what’s going on? What is that?” You ask looking down at the letter on the floor.

Elvis looks back at Jerry who is staring at you wrapped in just blanket.

“You better look anywhere else right now or I’ll kill ya, you understand me?” He growls. He listens to Elvis and looks down immediately. Elvis looks back at you and sighs.

“Its Raphael. He wants to meet with me. Discuss my… abilities,” he grumbles.

“Your abilities? What does that mean?” You ask scared.

Elvis directs his attention back to Jerry, “tell him im not meeting. I have shows to put on and better things to do than beg for his mercy,” he growls before slamming the door in his face.

He looks back at you, trying to collect his composure.

“Daniel told him about you and I. He thinks I’m weak and I’m a threat to our kind. He’s questioning why I won’t compel you to forget it all. He wants to discuss what there is to be done about me… and you…”

“And me? What does he want to be done with me?!” You ask panicked.

“You know too much. He thinks you can expose us,’ he explains.

“Well we need to explain that’s not the case! I’m coming with you to Graceland, I’ll be with you twenty-four-seven, that has to be reconfirming!” You try to rationalize.

“Raphael isn’t reasonable. He won’t accept that. It’ll just be easier to leave town as soon as possible and avoid him at all cost,” Elvis seethes.

You feel the world closing in again, not liking the feeling of doom and dread hang over you.

Fucking Daniel. Piece of shit won’t stay out of your life and is continuing to ruin it.

“Okay so what do we do til then… do we just wait and hide,” you ask.

“No. I won’t have him control you like that. I won’t cower to him. Everything is going to be alright, I promise you,” he snaps. You notice his eyes turning red and his chest heaves the longer he looks at you. You don’t exactly know what to say to him, and the state that he’s in, he could either go on a rampage after Raphael or go on a feeding frenzy.

“I know… I trust you. Are you alright?” You ask gently, watching his eyes get darker.

He sucks in a sharp breath in and looks away from you.

“Yeah… I just uh… I haven’t eaten in a few days,” he confesses.

“Well… do you have anything here? To drink,” you say carefully.

You wince at your words though because you are his drink of choice of course. He must read your mind because he smirks at you devilishly.

“Not exactly. I’m all out if vials so I’m just going to have to wait for my men to get some more,” he explains.

You stay quiet and nod your head at him. You hate to even ask the question that popped in your head, but you had to ask anyway.

“Umm, have you ever been fully fed since I’ve been here?” You ask. He shoots you a shocked look and furrow his eyebrows.

“Well, no. I haven’t been fed fully in some time… Why?” He asks uneasy.

“It’s just-, I mean, theoretically, there’s still a chance that you can compel me, that’s all,” you say gently.

“Baby, don’t go there-,” he says sharply.

“Elvis I have to. There’s still a possibility, you have to admit that. You’re not at your top strength,” you press. That thought made you shiver. He already seemed so

“No, I won’t even think of that possibility. Because its not conceivable! We are made for each other,” he confesses. He takes a few quick strides to you and pulls you into him, making you look into his blazing eyes.

“Please understand, even if I could, I wouldn’t compel you. I need you too much to make you just forget and leave me. No matter what Raphael does or says, we belong together, I know it,” he affirms. You melt instantly at his words and burry your face in his chest, thankful for his patience.

“Yes. I want to be with you too,” you whisper. He hums and runs his hand in your hair, soothing all your worries.

“Please feed. If I’m too much of a temptation and you can’t have me in here while you feed, please tell me. I don’t want to make anything difficult for you,” you say weakly.

“No no baby. You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll be okay,” he says softly giving your forehead a kiss.

What if you feed from me…

That idea pops in your head for the first time and it makes you realize he might be right about everything regarding your bond. It didn’t necessarily scare you as much as you thought. You saw him in need and you wanted to help in anyway. You could only do so much for him being human, and the way he craved your blood made it a little tricky. You didn’t exactly know if he would lose control or not but something deep down told you he wouldn’t.

“What is is baby?” He asks concerned.

“It’s nothing,” you say with a smile.

Elvis leaves you to get ready for his first show of the night. You weren’t going to the dinner show and he insisted on going to the midnight show instead. Around 9:30, there was a knock on the door. You were confused as to who it could be. You cautiously go to the door and open it it slightly. You’re relieved see it’s Jerry with a woman standing behind him.

“Hi y/n, this is Ellie, she’s going to do your hair and makeup for the show. Elvis insisted on pampering you,” he explains.

“Oh wow, that sounds so nice…Please come in,” you say, opening the door wider.

Ellie quietly steps inside and sets the cosmetic bags down.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Y/n, make sure to get down stairs by 11:45.” He informs you before shutting the door behind him.

Ellie keeps quiet and she pulls a chair for you and starts working on your hair. You have never had anything like this done for you before. You were fully prepared to do your own hair and makeup but you were really excited to look extra nice for him tonight.

“May I see what you’re wearing tonight? Just so I can plan out your makeup look better,” she explains.

“Sure, it’s right on top of the piano there,” you address. She makes her way to the piano and examines the dress. She looks back at you and gives a slight smile.

“You’re going to look gorgeous,” she says sweetly.

She take her time with your hair and makeup and help you in the dress once she’s done. You thank her repeatedly, thankful for her time. She leaves and you make your way to Elvis’ bedroom to get a look at yourself in the big mirror.

You barely recognize yourself, you never dress like this let alone have this much makeup. She curled your hair in big soft waves and your bangs swept to the side dramatically. Your makeup had to be your favorite thing. She drew on bold black eyeliner with the wings of it reaching out almost to your eyebrows. The inner corners of your eyes have red eyeshadow on them, complimenting the red of your dress.

And complimenting his red eyes…

You love the choice of red lipstick she put on you. It was a darker red than the dress and completed the whole look. The neckline was more revealing than you expected. There’s a faint bruise on the side of your breast but it’s not overly noticeable. You realize there was one thing missing; the necklace. It glistens on top of the piano and you carefully pick it up and put it over your head. The cold chain makes you shiver and you straighten it out so it hangs in the middle of your chest. You glance over at yourself one more time and take a deep breath before making your way downstairs. The diamonds in the TLC and the lightning shimmer and shine, screaming at anyone that may look your way, that you are his.

You make your way to the showroom and there’s a large line eagerly waiting to get in.You only stand there for a few moments in line when one of Elvis’ men escorts you out of the line and into a private booth. You were very close to the stage and were going to get a great view of him here. The air buzzed with anticipation as the room filled with more people.

You got looks as people passed by the booth, wondering who you were and why you were sitting alone. It didn’t bother you, you were too excited to see Elvis perform.

The house lights dim and the rumble of the band starts playing the opening vamp. The crowd bursts out in applause and screams. You can barely sit still as you watch the gold curtain start to rise.

Then you see him.

He walks out on stage in a white jumpsuit with gold and black detailing on the collar and lapels. He takes your breath away he looks so good. You’ve only seen pictures of him in jumpsuits and those pictures did not do him justice. They looked so much better in person and were tailored to fit every inch of him perfectly. One of his band members help him get his guitar on and he makes his way to the mic. He spreads his legs when he’s standing there, waiting to jump in and sing the first line of the song.

You hear girls screaming his name and see some crying. You can’t blame them, he was stunning tonight and just how he was standing up there exuded sensuality. It made your mouth water.

He belts out the first few lines of See See Rider and the entire place is on fire. The shaking of his leg, probably brought on by nerves, is so distracting. It just sways your attention to those long legs and his hips.

Song after song, he’s electric. He teases the crowd with the slightest movement of his body and the girls go nuts. You can’t tear your eyes away from him as his hips thrust to the beat of the song. It has you drooling. You know exactly what those hips do and for him to tease the entire crowd like this should be a crime. You can’t help but squirm in your seat. The things he was doing up there is something you’re very familiar with when it’s just you two in his bedroom. You blush as your mind wanders elsewhere and you feel your panties begin to get wet.

It was over an hour of back to back song that had you feeling things you shouldn’t have. You didn’t care because you were sure there were other women feeling the same way. The only difference you were lucky enough to get to go upstairs with him and have your way with him all night.

The closing number Can’t Help Falling in Love plays and the entire crowd is on their feet cheering and screaming. You are too and you are in awe of him. You had no idea what kind of show he puts on after being here so long. It was captivating and spectacular. You couldn’t wait to see him and congratulate him on a great show. Jerry escorts you quickly out of the showroom and you gets you upstairs.

He walks into the penthouse glistening wet from the shower and his hair is tussled about. He wears a dark blue jumpsuit now that laces up at the middle of his chest. His eyes are covered with a dark pair of sunglasses but you can see his eyes find you instantly in the crowd. This jumpsuit too clings to his body perfectly, showcasing everything you wanted to see right in front of you. You wanted to run to him, leap into his arms and feel his lips crash into yours. He once again reads your mind and makes a bee line to you, pushing past anyone that tries to greet him.

He pulls you in for a kiss and pushes your body into his, melting away with dozens of people watching. He has so much passion, so much urgency, you can’t catch your breath. He starts pushing you backward in the direction of the bedroom. Your heart thumps in your ears knowing that you have dozens of people watching what you two are doing and where you are going.

Elvis pauses before you two get to the bedroom door and turn his head to the crowd.

“Party is over. Everyone get out,” he demands.

He pushes the door open and gets you in the bedroom quickly, locking the bolt and looking at you with dark eyes.

“Baby, you were incredible out there. Oh my god… I couldn’t take my eyes off of you! I never knew what you could do up there!” you praise, reaching up to give him a kiss. He kisses you back with need, both of your chests heaving against each other.

“Thank you honey. God you look so beautiful let me take a look at ya,” he says stepping back from you and making you do a little twirl. His hands softly caress your silhouette from your shoulders down to your hips.

“Jesus you’re stunning I can’t get enough of ya. I was so happy you were there. I can tell you really liked it…” he teases, his hand trailing down more to your core and lightly rubbing there.

You look at him embarrassed, “you can tell?” You ask shyly.

“Mhmm… it feels like your body is on fire and your honeypot is overflowing,” he says smugly. You giggle at what he just called you.

“Honeypot? I’ve never heard that one,” you giggle.

“Well, I’ve told you, you taste like honey… it seems fitting,” he teases, pushing your body back into his and continues to kiss you.

You stop briefly to catch you breath and look up at him and go to take off his glasses. Red eyes look back at you and he wince.

“Honey are you okay? You don’t look so good,” you say gently, seeing the black veins under his eyes spread more and his blood red pupils bore into you.

“You didn’t feed, did you?” You press. He shakes his head and looks ashamed.

“No. My men couldn’t get any blood today. There were vampires in the blood bank stealing some already and they didn’t want to make a scene,” he explains.

He carefully rubs his thumb across your cheek, taking a deep breath as he looks at you. You grab his hand and squeeze it, trying to reaffirm him it’s going to be okay.

The longer you look at him, the more you realize he’s not okay, he’s starving. You feel his body begin to shake against you and he feels colder than normal.

Your brain races and you are scared of what might happen if he goes another day of not feeding. Your mind keeps flashing to the text you were reading saying how vampires must feed or they will get so frail. You don’t want to see Elvis get like that. If anything he needed to be extra strong for the remainder of his shows and in case Raphael was to come around and challenge him.

You take Elvis’ hand and have him sit in the edge of the bed as you stand in between his legs. His shoulders are slumped, not how they usually are where they exude confidence and power. His face looks a bit sunken in too and he looks more gaunt than usual. Your heart aches to see him like this. You wanted to help him in anyway you can.

“Baby?” You ask gently.

“Hmm? He responds in a daze.

“You need to feed.”

“I will, tomorrow. I’m sure they’ll get some for me-,” he tries to explain but you cut him off.

“No. You need some now…” you urge. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to manage to get the words out of your mouth.

“I want you to feed from me.”

He shoots his head up, not believing the words that came out of your mouth. He shakes his head at you and gives you a stern look.

“Baby no I-I-I…. I can’t hurt you. It’s going to hurt,” he says panicked.

“I know… but I’ve been thinking about it… this is what you do for your Chosen…” you say softly. He stares at you in shock, getting to hear you admit that you are indeed his.

“Oh God honey…” he groans as he pulls you in between his legs more and he presses his lips on your exposed chest. Your heart continues to pound and you know this has to be torture for him.

“Honey… that’s something you do when you’re both vampires… the bite hurts so much. I don’t want to cause you pain like that…and what if I can’t stop,” he explains.

You place your finger up to his lips and quiet him. His eyes aren’t changing back to his normal blue and he looks so needy.

“It’s okay. I want to give this to you. I know you can stop. Please let me give you this one thing,” you say, placing a kiss on his forehead and run your hands through his hair. You pepper kisses on his cheek and down his neck.

“Please, let me take care of you in this way.” You whisper in his ear. You can feel his hands grab onto your hips tighter, getting turned on by your words.

“I want you to make love to me… then I want you to feed,” you tell him.

A deep growl comes from his throat and he quickly pulls you into the bed, laying you on your back. You let out a surprised squeak and look at him looming over you. His hands reach for the v cut of the dress, ripping your dress clean off of you. You gasp as his hands are everywhere all at once and leave electric sparks in you.

You reach for the laces that are keeping his jumpsuit closed and begin to pull it off of him. He helps you and shakes his arms out of it, leaving himself naked in front of you. Like he could be anymore beautiful, he somehow looks more attractive fresh off the stage of a long show. He spreads your legs wide for him and he groans as he looks down at you. He kisses your legs, working his way up to your torso then your breasts, licking and lapping at your nipples. You moan, loving how he makes you feel.

His fingers find your bud and he slowly starts to rub you gently, gathering the slick that’s formed there after watching him seduce the entire crowd in The Hilton. Your hips buck into his hand, getting the most pleasure from this. His mouth covers you in kisses, covering every inch of you with his lips. You can feel his cock push up against your folds and slide it up and down making you both groan in agony.

He pauses briefly and looks at you concerned.

“Baby are you sure? We don’t have to do this,” he says softly. You shake your head at him and sit up to grab his hand.

“Yes I’m sure. I want this. You need this,” you assure. He huffs lightly and places his hands back on you, squeezing and holding you tight. He leans down to give a kiss as his chest heaves.

“Okay, are you ready for me?” He asks sensually.

You whimper softly and nod your head at him. You watch as he grabs his length and lines himself up to your entrance, slowly pushing his cock into you. You moan as you feel his length stretch and fill you just how you wanted. You look into his dangerous eyes and watch how they analyze every single detail of your body. He moves slow, taking his time and letting his hands do some of the work too. He squeezes your breasts and takes turns sucking and licking both of your nipples.

The more you look at him, the more you realize he’s nervous. You made Elvis Presley nervous… you never thought you’d see the day.

You squeeze his arms to reaffirm him to keep going. His chest heaves and he closes his eyes and winces. He rolls his hips slow into you and even though this feels good, you want him to move more.

“Mmm daddy,” you whimper.

He looks at you concerned and stops.

“What is it baby? Am I hurting you?” He asks, releasing his tight grip he has in your hips.

You shake your head fervently, “no you’re fine… it’s not that. I want you to fuck me harder. Please,” you beg.

His eyes grow wide and he bites his lip.

“Jesus baby, you’re trying to kill me.” He grumbles

“Please Daddy. Don’t make me beg, fuck me.”

He grunts as he puts his cock back inside you and holds onto your hips again for leverage.

You gasp when you feel him pound his hips harder into you and hit the most sensitive spot inside you. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan loudly as he fucks you better than you’ve ever experienced.

“Ahh yes just like that,” you cry out. You feel him put pressure on your lower abdomen, creating a newfound pressure inside you that has on the verge of collapse.

You open your eyes again and your heart gallops uncontrollably when you see him above you. His fangs have descended and he looks at you hungrily, like he’s ready to devour you whole. You tightly grab onto his arms and make him focus on you.

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Just take a bite,” you coo.

There’s a grumble in his chest and he nods his head.

“Where?” He asks breathlessly.

“Anywhere you want,” you tell him. You hold onto him tight, knowing this is going to hurt like hell but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to feel good.

He takes his hand and gently rubs his thumb across your cheek and leans down to kiss you. His other hand gently caresses your breast, kissing there and licking it. You can hear him suck in a sharp breath in between his teeth before looking up at you.

“Right here. I want to bite right here,” he growls, rubbing his thumb on the underside of your left breast. You breathing quickens and the idea of him biting your breast has you on brink of death.

“Okay baby,” you say breathlessly nodding at him to do so.

He slows his thrusts and puts his hands on both your breasts and he starts to lick the area he wants to bite. His tongue feels delightful on you and you arch your chest into his mouth. Elvis groans softly and looks at you one last time to see if you want to change your mind. You place your hand on the back of his head and push his mouth onto your breast again. His hand squeezes it gently and he opens his mouth, his long fangs glistening in the low light.

Elvis lets out another low growl and that’s when you feel it. His sharp fangs pierce your soft sensitive flesh and you let out a loud scream. He was right, the pain was so intense and it radiated through your body like wildfire. You had never experienced such pain. The more he clamped down the worse the pain seared within you. You gasp and groan at the feeling as tears well in your eyes.

Then you hear him start to drink your blood in big glutinous gulps. You continue to have your hand in his hair pushing his head on you and your other hand claws at his forearm, trying in someway to relieve some of this pain. You then start to feel him move his hips ever so slowly into you, giving you the most intense feeling of pleasure and pain. You cry out his name and gasp for breath. Elvis takes his mouth off of you quickly, looking back into your tear filled eyes.

“Oh God baby, I’m sorry it hurts. I’ll be gentle I promise. You taste so damn good I can’t get enough,” he groans. You smile at him and watch how your blood drips from his fangs.

“Mhmm… take more baby, it’s okay,” you tell him through gasps.

You don’t have to tell him twice and he’s back licking the wound he’s created, making sure to not let a drop of you go to waste. His hips pound into you more and you feel like you’re on a different planet right now.

He goes in to take another bite but this time, it doesn’t hurt as much. The feeling of his fangs re-entering your flesh stung but it felt more tolerable. It almost felt good.

You hear him moan as he drinks more and his hand wanders down to find your clit. This brings a jolt to your body and you arch up into his mouth again, pleasure burning through your body. He moans into you and rubs your clit faster, bringing you to the brink of orgasm.

“Baby, oh God baby please,” you plead. He stuffs his entire length inside you with a grunt and that’s all it takes. Your core squeezes around him and you cry out his name. This felt euphoric and you didn’t want it to end. You can feel your heart beat out of your chest and your arousal spill out of you. He groans loudly as he continues to drink and he feels your core squeeze his cock tightly. His hands rub your nipples and give you another wave of pleasure.

Elvis takes his mouth off of your breast and he’s just as breathless as you.

“Fuck you’re killing me. Didn’t think you were going to cum when I was feeding,” he groans, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

“It felt good…. It felt really good,” you admit breathlessly.

He smirks down at you and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Which part baby? My cock or my mouth?” He asks deviously.

“Both. Both felt so good,” you whimper.

“God honey that’s the best thing you could ever tell me,” he smirks.

“If you need more, take more,” you say.

He quickly shakes his head and he carefully rubs his thumb at the bite mark, wiping the remaining blood.

“No baby I can’t. My venom will get inside you and I don’t want you to feel that,” he tells you. “That was more than enough trust me. I haven’t felt so satisfied in years,” he coos.

He looks down where you two are connected and moves ever so slowly. When he looks back up at you, his fangs are gone and his eyes are starting to gain a blue color. You reach to kiss him and he groans into your mouth.

“You’re so perfect, made just for me,” he groans.

He snaps his hips into you like an animal, watching your face grow with more pleasure.

“Ahh Elvis, oh fuck please,” you cry.

“You’re being so good for daddy,” he groans.

You both moan when he comes inside you, overwhelmed with emotion and overstimulated at this point. You writhe on the bed and you can’t stop moaning to him how good it feels. He is gentle with you as he slips out of you and pleased beyond comprehension.

The bite mark he’s left stings and you try to not move too much. He notices you’re uncomfortable and leans down and gently licks the wound.

“It’ll stop hurting in a second baby. You did so good,” he praises looking up at you with adoration.

You smile at him and pull him into the bed with you.

“How do you feel?” You ask. He smiles at you and his eyes gleam brightly.

“Honey… you have no idea. You’ve spoiled me. I feel so good. The way you tasted and the way you wanted me, I can never get over it. Thank you. Thank you for letting me do that,” he coos giving you a long a passionate kiss.

You lean over to kiss him and rub your hands on his chest.

“Of course. I’m glad you enjoyed.”

He glances down at your breasts and carefully rubs where he bit. He hums softly and looks back up at you.

“It’s all healed baby,” he says in gently.

Your fingers trail down to your chest and don’t feel any open wound. You’re just as shocked as he is and are more convinced that this whole bond you two have might be real and more intense than you realize. You liked him feeding from you. It was sacred and intimate. You knew that you belong with him.

As a vampire? As a human? You still had to figure out what world you belonged in but you knew that hell would have to freeze over to keep you two from being apart.

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