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warcats-cat · 9 months

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Open Invitation (Sanders Sides Vent Fic)

A/N I’m having a low mood night; doing a little better after spending some time online with my cousin, but I wrote a little vent fic and I’m trying something new. To anyone who reads this: if you like it, and you want to cheer Patton up or write a follow up from one of the other’s perspectives, you are invited to do so! I know I have some writer friendos in my circle, but I’d love to interact a little more with the community, so, this fic is an Open Invitation. (Yes, I realize it’s kinda like roleplay, but I’m kinda fine with that. I’ll be cross-posting this on Ao3 as well, so you can either reblog your response or post to Ao3 and do the remix / inspired by thing.

No pressure, obv. Just thought it might be cool to try out. I had a lot of fun with one I did with @dillydallydove @thecrowslullaby and @brainlicking last year, so I’m curious to see if anyone joins me for this one. Love you all <3

As always, let me know if I am missing any tags and thank you for reading my humble writing.

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“What are you doing?”

Patton startled; almost knocking his head on the wooden railing he was leaning against. Roman had been feeling whimsical this morning, and had redone a few areas of the mindscape house to match his surge of ideas. Among those changes was a widening of their second floor where the bedroom hallway was; he added a whole extra little sitting area, with a couch and a little table, and a railing which allowed one to plainly see the living room and part of the kitchen below. Patton had been sitting against the railing for a while now, hugging his knees and watching as the other sides had winding and overlapping conversations.

Now, on his opposite side, there was a bright pink teddy bear watching him. An Imaginary Friend that must have wandered out of his closet where he kept Thomas’s oldest (and dearest) childhood memories. Candy, her name had been. He hadn’t known any of those memories could still wake up.

He sighed, looking away from her and back to the living room. “Go back to sleep, Candy,” he said.

He felt a velvety little paw on his elbow, just about as high as she could reach. “What are you doing?” she asked again, insistent.

He sighed again, and let himself uncurl from hugging his knees to sitting cross-legged, looking at her. Without prompting, and without asking, the soft little bear climbed into his lap. “Just watching,” he replied vaguely. “I think they’re talking about the Barbie movie right now. Roman is really excited for it.”

“Barbie’s getting a new movie?” she asked, her black button eyes turning into glittery purple with excitement. Patton couldn’t help a little smile on his face; she was one of the more simple Imaginary Friends, but the young creativities had still put a lot into her. And she was still so full of wonder with the world. Something he had been missing for a while.

Before he could answer her, she leaned over to look through the railing at the other sides, and asked, “Why are you up here, then? Don’t you wanna see Barbie?”

His shoulders felt a little heavier, then, and he went back to leaning his head on the railing. “Yeah, I do. I’m really excited for it, actually.” He said softly. After a few minutes of his silence, she poked him in the stomach insistently with her paw. Her head tilted, waiting for the answer to her first question.

Patton shrugged. “They don’t really need me down there. They’re having fun talking about the commercials for the movie and how Thomas is going to take his new boyfriend to go see it together. They’re fine if I’m not with them.”

“But why? Aren’t they your friends?” she pressed, and Patton could feel himself growing a little colder, a little heavier. He shrugged again.

“Of course I’m their friend, but – “

“Aren’t they your friends?” She asked again, nudging him a few more times with her paw. He set his jaw, looking away from her.

“I don’t think it’s that simple anymore.” He said softly. “I’m their friend. I want to be there for them and spend time with them and talk with them. But they don’t really need me as a friend. I don’t even think they really want me as their friend…” He felt the bear settle in his lap, providing a surprisingly grounding weight that was almost comforting. Like something Virgil would have, maybe; a weighted teddy bear for when his weighted blanket was a little too much. Patton wondered if Roman or Remus might be able to make him one someday. Maybe even a plushie spider...

“They don’t really care if I have something to say or not. I can try to speak up for myself, or even just try to spend time together for breakfast or lunch or a movie, but they act like I’m not there. Especially the last few months – after the last video I just became a bully who didn’t deserve to apologize or make it up to them. I keep trying to speak up and do anything but I’m starting to think it isn’t worth it. It just hurts to feel like I’m not wanted in the room. But I’m afraid to leave completely. I’m afraid because I don’t think they would notice, or if they did, that they really would be happier. I’m scared…” he whispered the last sentence, his eyes blurring. He sniffled a few times before realizing Candy hadn’t responded in a while.

He looked down into his lap to see her, flopped over and lifeless. He could feel that she had gone back to sleep; gone dormant again like she had been for so many years. She probably hadn’t had enough energy to be awake very long anyway, after being away from the twins for so many years. His chest felt heavy.

Carefully, Patton stood, stretching his legs when they began to tingle from being crossed and unmoving so long. He gently lifted the little bear into his arms and carried her back to his room, laying her on his bed. Even if she was back to being dormant, she was still a comfort to see again. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked out into the hall; the others would probably go to bed soon, or at least come back to their rooms. He’d always left his door open a crack so he could hear them, so they would know they could come to him if needed.

No one had stopped by in a while.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat, trying to steel his resolve. They really didn’t need him. They probably wouldn’t notice anyway.

He padded to the door and slowly closed it, not making a sound, and pulled it firmly shut.

#warcats writes #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ts fic #patton sanders #vent fic #tw vent #feeling lonely #feeling left out #missing my friends #work kinda sucks when no one will talk to you #they wont even tell me what I did wrong #its all small talk about the weather and stuff

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theredtours · 1 year

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ope, tumblr police took down Forever Winter and Drama Queen. sorry guys. you can find them both on dbree.org though

#I miss the pre-taylor days here because you could post stuff and not risk losing your blog #ts #personal #text

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lenin-it-to-win-it · 2 years

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if i had a nickel for every time i assigned a taylor swift song to a lotr ship id have two nickels which isnt a lot, but im sure it’ll keep happening

#lord of the rings #lotr #'dare I say it. . . thrandilbo' is a favorite phrase of mine tbh #also if any of you arent aware of that time taylor swift unironically said 'if you cant get ts eliot get ts'#while doing promo stuff for CATS 2019.#yall are missing out it is surely one of The Moments of all time

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lqvesoph · 1 month

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She‘s WHOSE daughter??? || LN4

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lando norris x webber!reader

summary: After releasing your new album you go to the Bahrain Grand Prix to finally see your two favorite Aussie’s. What you didn’t expect is to meet a certain Brit as well.

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

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Part 1

yn.adams: Thank you for all the love on GUTS!!! Tour is coming I promissssse but now off to Bahrain🏁

comments:

gracieabrams: YOURE UNREAL

rachelzegler: all american t*ts frr

danielricciardo: Okay who am I fighting today🥊

oscarpiastri: See u in Bahrain (finally)

> yn.adams: FINALLY!!!

> oscarpiastri: You‘ve become busy since becoming a world star🥲

fan: SHES COMING TO BAHRAIN!!!

> fan: FINALLY!! Its been ages

fan: Has she ever been to a race??

> fan: Well… I mean obviously LMAO😭

fan: U supporting Red Bull or Mclaren this weekend?

> yn.adams: Rbr obviously!! Not even Oscar can get me into that orange Garage🤨

> oscarpiastri: It’s PAPAYA!!!

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"GOOD MORNING!!!", an australian accent yelled into your ear just moments after you entered the Bahrain paddock.

You flinched, immediately slapping the person’s arm. "Daniel!!!", you called and pushed the driver away from you as he tried to pull you into a hug.

"I‘ve missed you so much", he mumbled, pressing you close to him and ruffling your hair after, which made you slap his hand away from your head.

"You seen Osc yet?“, you asked, looking around you, spotting a few photographers whose camera’s where direct to you. Daniel shook his head. "Nope, I thought you‘d come together. I‘m surprised you’re only here now."

You rolled your eyes and kept walking with Daniel. "I was on a video call with my team, discussing the upcoming tour. We gotta work out a schedule and call the venues and stuff", you replied. "We‘ve been on there even before the album came out and I still haven’t completely made up my mind."

"Indecisive little shit", Daniel laughed, making you slap his arm with a chuckle. You made your way to the Red Bull hospitality, Daniel waving at a few people from Mclaren that he was still friends with even after he left the team at the end of the 2022 season.

"I think Kelly and P are in there", he told you before hugging you goodbye. "If you see Oscar, tell him I‘m looking for him", you said, smiling and ruffling through Daniel‘s hair as some sorta revenge, before quickly stepping back and running up the stairs to the entrance.

Daniel laughed and pointed a finger at you. "I‘m gonna get you back!" You giggled and waved as you walked backwards into the hospitality.

Looking around the room you quickly spotted Kelly with her daughter Penelope sitting on a creme coloured couch.

"Heyy, honey", she greeted you and got up to hug you. "Hey, darling", you then said and lifted Penelope up who was reaching her arms out to you.

Just when you sat down, your phone chimed with a new message.

Osc🧡: Meet me in front of Mclaren

You: I‘m not going in tho

Osc🧡: Well I can’t really walk into Red Bull can I?

You: 🙄okay

"I‘ll be back soon, Oscar just texted", you let Kelly know and high fived P who giggled as you did. Jeez, how much you missed that little sunshine!

You glanced around the front porch of Mclaren‘s hospitality but didn’t spot Oscar. And as you didn’t just want to walk into the building you stayed where you were, next to the steps leading up to the entrance.

"You walked in with Danny, right?", someone spoke behind you, making you turn around. The confused expression on your face quickly leaving when you came face to face with the other Mclaren driver.

He sat at one of the tables with another curly haired guy and a blonde girl.

You nodded. "Yeah", you simply said. "You wanna come up here?", he asked, gesturing to the empty chair next to him.

You‘ve never spoken to Lando Norris, all you knew about him was through stories from either Oscar or Daniel. You knew that he spent some of his winterbreak with Danny and Martin in Australia. Daniel had asked you to come along as well but you were busy with the release of your new album so you had to decline.

You looked around you one last time, trying to find Oscar but failed, so you nodded and took the few stairs up to the table the three of them were sitting at.

As you stood directly in front of them, you saw how the blonde girl recognized you. You‘ve always been good at reading people but over the last years you‘ve become incredibly good at telling whether people recognized you when facing them. Even if they try their hardest to hide it, that small second when their eyes widen in realization was enough for you to tell.

"I‘m Lando", he introduced himself, holding a hand out to greet you. "Y/n, nice to meet you", you smiled, trying to ignore the urge to tell him 'I know, I‘m friends with Daniel and Oscar'. "Max and Pietra, friends of me", he then gestured over to the people sitting across from you.

"So, how do you know Daniel?", Lando asked, crossing his arms on the table. "I‘ve known him since I was 8 years old, I think", you smiled, remembering tiny 8 year old you giggling and blushing when first talking to Daniel at the British Grand Prix. "Really?", his eyes widened. "How did you meet?" "Uh, through my dad, he‘s from Australia as well", you answered, leaving out most of the details.

"You‘re australian?", Lando questioned with raised eyesbrows. "No no, my dad is. My mom‘s from America and I kinda grew up between California and Canberra", you explained.

"However, for some reason she likes to ignore her australian origin", a voice said behind you, making you smirk as you recognized the familiar Melbourne accent.

You turned around in your chair and stood up before wrapping your arms around Oscar. "Hey, princess", he laughed. "How‘ve you been?"

"Bit stressful with Tour at the minute but it feels so good to be back here!", you grinned.

As you turned back to the other three, you couldn’t help but notice Lando‘s confused face. Maybe it was the fact you basically jumped Oscar or that he‘d called you 'princess', something he‘s been doing ever since your first Tour when you got gifted a little crown from your fans because it matched the dress you were wearing on stage.

"I se you‘ve made friends already, might wanna stay here for the race?", Oscar asked with a smirk. You slapped the back of his head in an affectionate way. "Nuh uh, nice try, Piastri", you chuckled. "I‘ll be watching from Red Bull, you know that."

The confused expression on Lando‘s face only seemed to deepen with everything you said so you gave him a quick explanation. "My father used to work at Red Bull, so it‘s the team I‘ve grown up with and I‘m not leaving that."

Oscar snorted at you little white lie but you rammed your elbow into his side to get him to keep quiet.

Lando nodded, still slightly confused by the way you and Oscar acted with each other but before he could question it, a team member walked out of the door and told the two drivers to start getting ready for the race.

"I‘ll see you later, okay? You‘re driving back with Daniel?", your best friend asked. "I haven’t talked to him about it but-" "Okay, then I‘m taking you back to the hotel", he interrupted you with a grin.

"Jeez, splitting my time with you two like you‘re my parents", you laughed but agreed and hugged the driver goodbye.

"Bye, bye!", you waved to Lando, Max and Pietra before walking back over to Red Bull.

*~*~*~*~*~*

After the race and all the podium celebrations, you waited in front of the Mclaren hospitality for Oscar, scrolling mindlessly on your Twitter while ignoring the 22 unread messages from your management.

"Hey, Y/n", a voice said behind you, making you look up from your phone. "Lando, hi. Congrats on your race", you smiled. "Thanks, could’ve been better but we‘ll try again next week", he shrugged.

"Jeddah, right?", you asked, not having memorized the calendar quite yet. The driver nodded and played around with the orange lanyard in his hands.

"You coming?", he dared to ask after a few seconds and from the way his fingers fiddled with the orange band faster, you could tell how nervous he was. You shrugged. "I don’t know yet, I’m quite busy with work at the minute, so probably no. But I‘ll definitely be in Melbourne", you replied, trying to lighten the mood by adding the last sentence.

"Pietra told me you’re a singer", he revealed, making you smile at the memory of the blonde girl. "I could tell she recognized me", you admitted. Lando chuckled. "She said she tried her hardest to not let it show but was freaking out on the inside! She‘s actually quite mad at herself for not asking you for a picture!"

You giggled again and shook your head. "She could’ve asked, I wouldn’t have minded", you said with a small smile. "If she’s at a Grand Prix just let me know and I promise I‘ll find her." "I‘ll let her know", he nodded and looked to the ground with the cutest smile you have seen in a while.

The combination of the brunette curly hair, the british accent, the smile and his dimples, drove you crazy and made you heart skip a few beats. But you tried your best to keep it together.

Little did you know that Lando quite literally felt the same about you. Your long hair, along with the color of your eyes and especially your smile made his heart beat a little faster as well.

You stayed in silence for a few seconds, just looking at each other admiringly before a voice interrupted your starring.

"Princess!! Sorry for being late!", Oscar called while walking out of the hospitality with Lily‘s hand in his. You smiled at the sight of your best friend’s girlfriend and send her a little wave which she returned with the hand that wasn’t wrapped in Oscar‘s.

"That‘s okay, I had Lando to keep me company", you chuckled, making the brit smile a little. "You ready?", Oscar asked and you nodded.

He said goodbye to Lando and started walking down the stairs.

"I’ll see you in Australia?", Lando asked one last time. You nodded your head with a smile. "Oh for sure, I wouldn’t miss this race for the world!", you chuckled. "Great!", Lando whispered under his breath and gave you a little wave which you returned before following Oscar and Lily.

"What do you think of him?", Oscar asked as soon as Lando was out of hearing range. "Lando? He’s pretty cute", you simply stated, not daring to mention the other words floating around your head. Nice, pretty, gorgeous, hot and handsome were just a few examples.

"Why do you ask?"

Oscar smirked. "No reason, really!"

tagged: redbullracing, danielricciardo, oscarpiastri

yn.adams: bahrain dump (feat. my two favorite aussies)

comments:

oscarpiastri: You‘re an aussie as well…

> yn.adams: But I‘m not tho…🤷‍♀️

> oscarpiastri: Y/n🤨

danielricciardo: I‘m shown before Oscar

> yn.adams: rolling my eyes as we speak

> fan: LMAOOO

fan: Am I seeing you in the Mclaren garage?

> yn.adams: JUST FOR A SECOND!!!

fan: The race weekend is better when ur there

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fan: How does she know Oscar and Daniel??

> fan: Through her dad obviously

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satorusdiary · 10 months

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2:29 am; back in love ! - toji fushiguro

summary: ex bf! toji in your bed for the first time in months after the split up.

continuation from dilf!toji being your ex bf

pure fluff, that’s all.

ps. the pic above isn’t mine :)

Gojo sent 2:29 am

i’m worried for you, are you even home?

the constant buzzing coming from toji’s phone continues to annoy him, and his chances of sleeping. it was his mistake not silencing his phone before he drifted off with you in his arms.

yet how could he pull away from you when all he wanted to do was trap you with his warmth? it was impossible trying to get away from you.

he almost forgot how he was able to be away from you for so long. now that you are in his arms again, his heart has been soaring of excitement for so long in the past few hours.

he’s missed you so much.

his love for you has never stopped, nor has it stopped looking for you. his other half.

Toji sent 2:30 am

the fuck are you on?

the light is almost blinding, and the small squirms you make against his chest almost make his heart stop. he doesn’t want to wake you up, especially when you were already having trouble sleeping.

the bags under your eyes, and the dried tear stains under them as well had him concerned for you. all he wants to do is care for you.

Gojo sent 2:30 am

your car isn’t outside your house, and i know damn well u don’t park shit in ur garage.

Toji sent 2:32 am

that’s because i’m not home, ya dumbass

before his phone was attacked with multiple messages from his friend, he shuts off his phone and places it face down on the nightstand.

sleep is far from consuming his body now. his eyes stay looking outside the window, and into the dark starry sky. his thoughts weren’t all over the place, but had certain things to think about.

he’s gonna have to explain everything to you in the morning. then he is gonna have to pick up megumi from nanami’s home, go to work.. all that stuff.

he might consider taking the day off if it meant staying by your side.

a sudden movement snaps toji out of his thoughts, your arm that was around his bare torso slithers off, you rub your eyes while slightly whining.

“toji?..” you muttered, your head moving up to look at the wide awake man. you were still tired, but wide awake to know that toji wasn’t able to sleep.

his arm went under your— his hoodie that was over your body and rubbed your bare back. his warm hand easing you quickly with satisfaction.

“shh— shh. go back ‘ta sleep, sweetheart.” toji snuggles in closer to you, your head snuggling in deeper towards his broad chest.

“‘m sorry, pretty baby. didn’t mean ‘to wake you up.” he whispers, making sure to not wake you up more than you already were.

instead of complaining, you only hummed. whilst placing a kiss on his chest.

“‘ts okay. sleep with me, tojii.” you slurred. sleep was just about to take over your body, until he kissed your forehead sweetly.

“yeah, will do princess. sleep well, mkay?” it wasn’t really question, more of a concerned demand coming from him. none the less you nodded your head, with your eyes drooping closed.

“love you..” you started off, bringing one of your hands to caress his arm lovingly. the confession makes toji smile, snuggling into you more.

“i love you more baby.”

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nosignalformiles · 2 years

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catch me celebrating getting so much done today when all I did was five replies.

#ooc #for the oldest things in my drafts tho #so if i owe you something from like a month + ago and didn't already ask kto drop it #ts probably coming xD #im v tired and words missing atm so going to chill out and watch some drawfee videos and might be back to talk and stuff later #so know im not ignoring messages!

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formulaforza · 8 months

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💐 hi my wonderful birthday girl !! so i was thinking about a dress coded lewis blurb (because i was born a lewis and ts girl) where they just get drunk together and there’s teases flying and stuff. keep it as brief as u wish <333

—you can take it off

lewis hamilton x merc!reader summ. thank you stephy i love u bad <3 inspo from... ur never gonna believe it... this. hope it's up to your standards my love. 2.7k (kind of got out of hand)

You were half-asleep and half-drunk the night of the Belgium Grand Prix. The air was cool, recycled like all air seems to be in hotels, smelled of too-strong perfume and was filled with the dull noise of elevator jazz. What had begun as a before-we-go-to-bed night cap in the hotel bar with Bono had turned into a seemingly never ending addition of guests.

Valtteri was first to join—never could pass up the opportunity to give you shit, to offer you job postings at Alfa Romeo that weren’t job postings at all—and with him around, there’s no casual drinking. You don’t try to keep up, not really, because you know you don’t stand a chance, but also because he would never let you. After all these years of being just a few months younger than him, he still calls you kiddo, still promises to call your parents when you’re out after dark, and always sends you a text after a race with some… questionable strategy decisions you’re catching flack for online.

A brief appearance from Toto and Susie, just long enough for them to know they had no business trying to go drink for drink with Valtteri, and then they’re wishing all three of you a wonderful summer break and retreating to whatever room is considered prestige enough for Motorsport’s it-couple.

And then there was Lewis, the last to arrive, who never called you kid, who never viewed you as one. He sits adjacent you in the red, high back leather booth and takes up a seat and a half, the toe of his shoe brushing against the side of yours, flashing you apologetic puppy dog eyes every time he bumps against yours.

It’s somewhere between drink number five and six that Lewis gets his first, insists on a toast to the summer break that officially began… six hours and fifty-three minutes ago. For a long season this and a too-short summer break that, you lot had a mouthful of things to complain about, but a million more to be grateful for. “To not having work for a month,” Lewis proposes, clinking his glass against yours, offering a quick wink and holding it up properly over the table.

“To no racing-talk for a few weeks,” Bono adds, clinking his glass against Lewis’.

“To summer-fucking-break,” Valtteri chimes in, laughing at himself before the rest of you get the chance to match it.

“To summer fucking break,” you repeat because you know there’s no better way to sum it all up.

Unlike the other two, you slowed down when Lewis joined, wanted to give him time to catch up, to give yourself time to meet him somewhere in the middle. A glass of water and a virgin rum and coke and another water and the night is still young.

“First summer break as the big boss, kiddo,” Valtteri remarks, and you have to squint to hear him through the alcohol-induced thickening of his accent.

“That’s right!” Bono laughs. Your cheeks run hot at their mention of your title, of your promotion following James’ departure earlier in the season. Lewis smiles against the rim of his glass, bumps his foot against yours and doesn’t give you apologetic eyes. No, he raises his brows so slightly you think you’re the only one that notices, which is probably exactly the way he intended it to be. “Little miss queen of strategy is making the big money now, got any big travel plans?”

Lewis clears his throat, and your eyes dart over to his almost instinctively. “You’re staying in London, yeah?”

He’s right. Your summer-break plans consist of four weeks of trying to remember what it feels like to do nothing, failing at that task pathetically, and spending the rest of the time meticulously picking apart every call you’ve made all season and imagining the million and one things you could’ve done differently and their billion and two outcomes.

You pick apart the drink napkin, tear it into tiny little pieces. “Yeah, yeah. Just staying home, catching up with friends and family,” you clarify, try not to sound as pathetic as you feel. It’s hard not to when you’re sitting next to the guy who spends his offseason snowboarding in Antarctica with his celebrity friends and his weeks off traveling to Paris fashion week for front row seats next to supermodels. Anything you say would sound pathetic to someone who makes thirty-five million a year.

“I love it,” he nods, stares right through you and into your soul so you know he’s being genuine. “That’s awesome.”

You nod, swallow hard, purposely angle your body away from his, to the rest of the group. “What about you guys?”

Lewis laughs, soft, quiet, completely under his breath. The kind of laugh that deserves to be bottled into a jar and kept on a shelf for safe keeping. You know he’s always laughed like that, even before he knew you, but in the last few months it just feels different. Good different, like he’s laughing just for you now instead of everyone else too.

You know you’re crazy, that he’s just Lewis being Lewis and you’re just single for the first time in a long time and also drunk. Not half drunk anymore, just drunk—even if you do think you’re meeting him in the middle, you’re not. He’s just chasing after.

“Back home, too,” Bono concludes. “Take a breather, might head up to the country with the family.”

“You’ll take pictures, yeah?” Lewis asks, starts to pick up the pieces of your napkin tear pile and move them in front of him like a kid who isn’t patient enough to share or destructive enough to rip up his own. You watch in your peripheral, the way he fiddles with the wet paper, gets it stuck to his fingertips. You can’t laugh, so you don’t, but you want to. You think he knows you want to.

Bono scoffs, nods while swallowing a sip of his drink—something dark, something pungent. Not what you would have pegged him for ordering, even after knowing him as long as you have. “So I can compare with the likes of you lot and,” he turns to Lewis, leers around you to emphasize the eyeline, “your million dollar vacations or,” and then the other way, back to Valtteri, “your olympic cycling events?”

Valtteri smiles, swirls his drink—gin, you think. Expensive. “Yes.”

“No chance.”

“I’ll be sure to send you a picture of me having a meltdown when I think about our side pods from the beginning of the year,” you chime in, because it’s not like they all don’t know you well enough to know exactly what you mean by spending time with friends and family at home.

“What sidepods?” Lewis chuckles.

“Fucking exactly,” you add, mirror his mannerisms without even realizing it, all the way down to readjusting in your seat when you’ve had your laugh.

“Could be worse,” Bono offers. “Could be last year.”

Lewis nods, holds his drink up in the direction of Valtteri across the table. “We never should have let you leave.”

He smiles, weak, lips pursed. “I could have told you that.”

The night continues on, all drinks and laughs and yawns, occasional remarks that it’s about time I head up, followed by another round, another joke, another comment about this, that, or the other thing.

You’ve always liked Lewis when he’s a little tipsy. He lightens up a bit, you can actually watch the stress drip from him like sweat, all the titles and the wins and the losses, they all just fall away when he’s relaxed like this. You’ve always liked him like this. Always. Before he was king of the world and before he was the prodigal son and every moment in between.

After every joke he makes—or, after every comment he makes that he thinks could be considered a joke—you find yourself laughing, because it’s Lewis and you have a crush on him and of course you do. And, without fail, everytime you laugh, he winks, like you’re in on some inside joke even though he’s making it to the whole table, like there’s some double meaning to all of his words that are meant just for you, just for the two of you to understand.

Somewhere in it all, it comes back to Lewis, because, well, it always does. “Is your back still bothering you?” Bono asks, and you think you already know the answer. You think you know, because you can’t remember the last time you;d seen him take careful consideration of his posture when he sits. Not even now is he sitting up straight, with his legs perfectly spread a shoulder’s width apart and his feet flat on the floor. Instead, he’s taking up more room than he needs to, all relaxed and comfortable on the leather booth bench.

He swipes his thumb over the condensation of his glass, looking up from the action at you, and then to Bono. “No, no. All good there.”

“All good?” Bono prods, because he was on the receiving end of a year and a half of complaints from Lewis.

Lewis nods, clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “No Paracetamol in a month.”

Across the table, Valterri chimes in. “None?”

“None for my back,” Lewis says, and the whole table laughs. You just watch him, though, because who laughs better than he does? You could wax poetic about it without a second thought, the way that his lips upturn and his cheeks round and his eyes crinkle and go soft in a way that makes you feel like you’re the funniest person in the world even when you’re not making a joke. The way that his smile is brighter than anyone’s you’ve ever seen, and the way that if you look at it for too long, you think about how it would feel to run your finger along the gap in his teeth.

“That’s what I thought,” Valtteri mutters off the end of his laugh. “You're getting old.”

“Not too old to make half a million.”

The entire table’s heads fly to him. You gasp, an embarrassingly wide smile on your face. “You didn’t!” You almost yell, smacking his upper arm with a weak hand.

He mocks your gasp, makes it somehow more dramatic and over the top and laughs sweetly, shrugging your hand off his arm and letting his hand fall to your leg, bumping your foot with his again. “I didn’t.” The table chuckles, you pout, and then you realize that his hand is on your thigh, that it’s staying there quite comfortably, and that you mind it less than he does.

“Don’t be a tease,” you sigh, take a swig of your drink. Your knees are suddenly weak, like you know you wouldn’t be able to stand up if you wanted to. It’s like he can sense your change but can’t quite read it, because then he’s moving his hand back to his own lap, interlocking it with the other and resting it there.

He nods, suddenly shy, suddenly guilty. “It’s as good as done.”

Valtteri laughs. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” You hear what he says, but you’re not listening, not really. Lewis stares into you like he wants to look anywhere else—apologetic eyes and a fear he’s taken a misstep. He hasn’t, you want to tell him. You haven’t, put your hand back, please. Silently, you try to convey what shouldn’t dare be spoken. “I’ll believe it when pen is on paper.”

He snaps his eyes away from you, back to Valtteri. You don’t follow suit, stay fixed on him, on trying— hard—to get your message across. “I’m telling you, they’re announcing it after the summer break.”

“Whatever you say, Mate.”

Bono nods around a mouthful of alcohol, sets his half-empty glass down with an incidental thud. “Who’s to say we still want your geriatric ass?”

Lewis raised his interlocked hands from his lap, to the tabletop, resting his elbows on the wood grain and rattling the empty glasses when he does it. He leans in towards the center of the table, even though the only person separating him and Bono is you. “Would you tell Schumacher ‘no?’”

“What was that?” You ask, your words a convenient excuse to lean in closer, to settle into a spot that much closer to him without raising any brows. To brace for the shift, you leave your hand on his thigh with less subtly than your original movement, but it’s okay. It’s okay—only Lewis knows where your hands are, and you don’t want it to be subtle, don’t want anything to be lost in translation. “I can’t hear you over your ego,” you smile, and your fingers dance up his leg just a few, careful inches.

He drops back into his seat, drops his hands back into his lap. Under the table, he grabs yours and laughs, but it’s stifled, stunted, not quite relaxed. “Very funny,” he humors, and moves your hand back. His stays too, though, and he crosses one leg over the other under the table. His thumb moves over the fabric of your slacks in shudder-worthy circles.

“Someone’s gotta check you,” you smile, nod in the direction of your tablemates without ever looking away from him. “These two won’t.”

Bono scoffs.“Are you kidding?”

Your smile grows. “How do you want me to answer that, Peter?”

“Damn,” Lewis laughs so hard he coughs. “She Peter-ed you. That’s cold.”

“You’re the one comparing yourself to Michael fucking Schumacher,” Bono scolds.

“I didn’t say that, but,”

“But!” You interject.

“But,” Lewis laughs, threatens to continue even though all at the table know he won’t, knows that no matter how often the media and the girlfriends and the friends and the family tell him he should put himself up there with the greatest, he’ll never quite see himself in the same light. “But it’s about time I head up, I think.”

“Ah, see,” Valtteri chuckles. “Old man Hamilton can’t hang.”

“No, he can not,” Lewis remarks, pulling his phone and his hotel keycard from his pocket, setting the latter on the table and if you were feeling a little crazier than you are, you’d swear he nudges it ever so slightly out of his bubble and into yours. He types away rapidly at his phone, and you try to pay attention to the jokes Bono and Valtteri throw around, the pokes at Lewis they make, but suddenly you’re feeling like it’s a good time to head up, too. You try to shake the crazy, to leave it with your backwash in the final sip of your drink, and you do. You do.

You do, but then he’s slipping his phone back into his pocket. He’s leaving his glass just beyond his keycard and telling you to feel free to finish it. He’s saying his goodbyes while he moves out of the booth and his hotel room key is still sat on the table next to you. It stares at you—the hard, thin plastic. Stares at you in its white paper pocket with the intricate printing of the hotel label and dares you to look at him when he walks away.

You do, begrudgingly, subtly, and his eyes are already on yours. They’re expressionless, and yet, say so fucking much. You hold the remainder of his drink in his direction before downing it in a single gulp and then he winks at you. He looks at his keycard on the table, and then to you, and then he winks, and you’re sure you’re absolutely crazy.

You swallow.

“Oh, fuck,” Bono says, reaches over you to grab the keycard from the table. It’s like you were zoned out and he snapped in front of your face, the way it pulls you from Lewis to the table. “He forgot his key.”

“Oh,” you squeak, and then louder, “I can take it to him.”

“No, no, It’s okay,” Bono says, and he makes you stand up to get out of the booth. “I should be heading up anyway.”

“Really,” you half-insist, trying to convince him you can handle it without letting him in on why you’re convincing him. “It’s no problem.”

Bono pulls out his wallet, flips through the pockets of it and fiddles with his bills. “Our rooms are right by each other,” he insists, tosses his share onto the table. “I got it.”

“Okay,” you nod, accept your defeat. “Yeah, I should be heading up, too, I guess.”

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loganslowdown4 · 23 days

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This has been bugging me for a long time but I finally figured out the foreshadowing here—

It explains that Roman didn’t leave just because he felt ganged up on, betrayed or made fun of in SvS Redux—

He left mostly because he felt guilty. He feels like he didn’t do his job well enough—

I think this is probably not a new revelation but I think banter about it gets buried in the idea that no one seems to be on Roman’s side about his feelings towards Janus, or about Patton’s sudden ‘allegiance change’. I think those are fair points but I also think that Roman is heavily disappointed in himself for letting c!Thomas get so far off the rails that Thomas starts choosing alternate (less honourable) approaches to his decision-making (Janus). This is why Roman mentions his ‘mistakes’ in Flirting With Social Anxiety.

Also this is why Virgil is pissed about Thomas’ decisions in that video too. Thomas can’t keep lying to begin a new relationship with a new guy. Fortunately however, c!Thomas is spared having make an excuse (a lie) to approach Nico, because Nico approaches him instead.

Anyway, Roman needs a genuine win soon or I’m gonna explode 😃❤️

Thanks for reading! 😄

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evermoredeluxe · 1 month

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there’s this guy on tiktok who has done studying in marketing and discusses downfalls of different celebs (or sometimes positive takes), and he did a “downfall of TS” series (which is ironic to make in the current economy even if you believe in it fully), and i do think he has some great insight in general and ofc he knows what he’s talking about, but it’s just wild to me that people analyze taylor’s relationship with us as one-sided. yeah i have a parasocial rs with her, but that woman has a parasocial rs with us too and people don’t realize that. idk how to explain to people, but she literally talked about eras tour and us being her everything last summer when… you know… yeah. and i feel like so many people think she’s being fake, but you can’t fake a connection. he talked about her being business-savvy and how that takes away from the authentic feel, but to me at least, it just makes me feel proud of her for getting her worth and being smart, like i actually want her to do well and be happy. he talked about fans feeling like they’re one message away from her, and ofc i feel close to her and like i know her because she shares herself so openly, but i highly doubt any fan genuinely believes that (even young fans) esp post 2020.

i feel like people analyze her by thinking that her authenticity is fake when that’s not true at all. she’s untouchable, but she manages to be grounded and honest to her fans and be generous through it all. i feel like lil things that connect us to her are unknown by the public, which i actually like and prefer btw. most recent example is red herring, and her, as always, letting us know before the world. and im not even go into everything she shares about herself as a human and her struggles via her music (which obviously are accessible to everyone, but are not being analyzed by everyone, and she knows we love analyzing). or how she is currently telling us stuff about her life via mashups that, again, she knows we will analyze and the general public won’t. this missing component of people’s understanding of her and her relationship with us truly hinders analysis of her as a person or even as Taylor Swift (the brand).

#taylor swift #arshia takes #arshia talks

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ohbabydollie · 2 months

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honestly I’ve been thinking about it and I definitely feel like mutual break up Schlatt would still want to celebrate your anniversaries together… and imagine if you took a long shift at work that went well into the night, and you came back to your apartment to see a sad Schlatt cause you missed everything he set up…

Just an idea idk 😵‍💫😵‍💫

damn it mae 😔😔 (i pretend not to notice the fact that there is lots of potential for angst)

You never missed a single anniversary with schlatt, still celebrating what would be your relationship milestones with him as friends. Of course it ended the same, kisses being shared on your couch, an empty bottle of wine and a pack of condoms open on the coffee table.

You honestly didn’t mean to forget, you just had such a busy week, forgetting to check the calendar and when your manager asked you to stay late, you agreed.

The shift went well into the night and you didn’t get home until around 2 am, absolutely exhausted and your phone out of battery completely.

The only chance you got to charge it is when you entered your car and put it to charge as you just took a mental break from everything. You soon saw it light up and start dinging like crazy. You being annoyed you put your phone on do not disturb and drove home, only checking it as you went up the stairs to your apartment.

catbabydaddy: hey, when are you getting home?

catbabydaddy: i got the stuff set up whenever you get off

catbabydaddy: when do you get off?

catbabydaddy: call me soon please

17 missed calls from catbabydaddy

catbabydaddy: i’ll wait for you to get back from work

catbabydaddy: i got the snacks you like

message after message of Schlatt asking when you got home, telling you he had everything set up made a pit in your stomach.

what did you forget today?

was it something important?

…

YOUR ANNIVERSARY!

not just any anniversary, the anniversary of the first time you met Schlatt. You immediately rushed to get to your apartment, getting the key ready to unlock the door and bursting in.

You noticed the balloons on the wall starting to droop and deflate. The decorations that would’ve been so lovely in the light, hanging in the dark.

It was enough to make your heart break in two, but no, the cherry on top of the sundae of heartbreak was a sleeping Schlatt, tears dried to his face, his nose red and eyes puffy as if he had just recently cried himself to sleep.

It was enough to make you start tearing up, you had missed everything he set up.

Almost immediately you laid down next to him, hugging him softly and sniffling as you press soft kisses to his face, apologizing for missing your anniversary as he wakes up.

“shh, don’t cry doll” he said softly hugging you

“i missed everything!” you sob “y-you set up everything and i missed it, not just that but our anniversary too!”

“ ‘ts okay” he says rubbing your back gently “i know you were busy with work-“It’s not okay!” you cry

“I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you”

#schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt angst #mbu!jschlatt

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garoujo · 2 years

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THEIR REACTIONS WHEN YOU WEAR THEIR CLOTHES FOR THE FIRST TIME— JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento

ღ warnings — a little suggestive in satoru’s :p

ღ note — just wanna wear their clothes cause i bet they’re all extra comfy ‘n warm sob . . . >3<

・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU

you hadn’t realise it wasn’t yours until you put it on, choosing just to shrug and enjoy how comfortable the fabric of satoru’s expensive, designer shirt felt while you waited on him coming home from work. it’s not long before you hear the door close, rising from the couch when you hear a familiar low tone speak from the doorway. “oh? what’s this? looks like somebody missed me.” satoru hums, teasing while his eyes immediately recognise the shirt on your figure as one of his own as he approaches you, resting his hands on your hips while he smirks one of his more handsome grins. “this a surprise for me, sweet girl? you’re spoiling me, what am i gonna do with you.” he chuckles, a smooth sort of sound that has your toes curling when he pushes his chest closer to yours. but his crystalline gaze turns a little softer when you roll your eyes at his words playfully, feeling him lean into gently press a few kisses along your jawline until you’re batting him away and he’s biting the skin lightly. “‘toru!” you laugh and you feel him hum as he holds you tightly in place. “i know, sweetheart. such a shame i gotta rip this off now, right?”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

you’d always wondered how his clothes would feel, so when you find one of his shirts sat out on his bed you can’t help but try it — always feeling soft the fabric is whenever you’re pressed against suguru’s chest. he doesn’t say anything at first when he returns to your room, you only hear him exhale in a laugh slightly before he’s shooting you a gentle sort of smile—one that has something warm creeping in your stomach when he falls down into bed next to you. “looks good on you, sweetheart.” suguru’s hums, letting his fingers trace under the fabric of the shirt across your body until they’re smoothing along your waist, and the featherlight touch has you pushing deeper into him so he can press a kiss against your temple with another grin. “can’t have you stealing these, you might just suit it more than i do.” you suddenly notice that whenever you go over he always has a shirt sitting out on his bed for you—but he’d always laugh it off as just a coincidence before he’s insisting you wear it anyway.

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI

yuuji had ran downstairs to grab a drink just as you felt a shiver run through your body, opting to grab the sweater he’d just recently taking off given how warm he usually was— throwing it over your figure while you stand to adjust it. you don’t realise he’s made his way back upstairs until you hear his voice call from the doorway, his body frozen as he holds two glasses of water and gapes at you, lips parted softly and eyebrows raised “you look so good, baby. it suits you! you gotta wear my stuff more, for real!“ yuuji grins enthusiastically, ending up making his way over to his drawers with a bright look in his eyes as he goes through his clothes. “i’ve probably got some more you can try, cmon you can pick some out.” and you watch as your boyfriend turns to face you again, holding a few too many t-shirts in his arms before almost bouncing over to set them on the bed in favour of approaching you after to press a few messy kisses to your lips. “we gotta do this more often!”

・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

“what’re you doing?” you hear megumi ask as he returns from the bathroom to you laying in his bed newly draped in his shirt, finding it comfier than the one you wore to his. “what do you mean?” you reply, not realising he’s asking about the shirt when he looks away from your gaze— his hand moving quickly to rub at the back of his neck while his cheeks begin to tint pink, clearing his throat before talking again. “doesn’t matter, ‘ts not important.” you huff at his words, curious but the blush on megumi’s face has you focusing on that instead when you feel him climb back into the bed next to you, sitting a little closer than normal this time. you feel his fingers brush against your hip before they smooth over the hem of the tshirt, his fingers fiddling slightly with the fabric while he rests his head in the crook of your neck. “uh, you can keep it.” he hums, voice raspy as he melts into you and you can almost feel the gentle smile he tries to hide with a pout on his lips against your skin.

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

you’d grabbed one of his dress shirts to run some errands at the weekend since it had been too warm for you to wear a real jacket, noticing that nanami had already returned home by the time you’d finished as he flicks through his book on the couch. “long day, sweetheart?” he hums, taking a sip of his coffee and you don’t miss the way his eyes give you a quick look over before he’s pushing up his glasses with a ghost of a smile on his lips. “just had some errands.” you sigh, watching him approach you before you go to strip off the shirt that’s hanging over your shoulders, but just when your fingers grab at the fabric you feel his rest over top—holding the shirt in place before he’s bringing you against his chest to smear a kiss along your forehead. but the suddenly close proximity makes you notice the sudden flush that’s decorating the tips of nanami’s ears. “it suits you, sweetheart.”

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lunatiqez · 1 year

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“BACK HOME” — Alex Keller x Reader

PAIRING: Alex Keller x Reader

GENRE: Smut

SUMMARY: Alex’s departure to Urzikstan has left both of you yearning for each other. Fortunately, when he gets back, he makes sure he gives you all of his attention.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

A/N: DNI IF YOURE A STRICTLY 18+/MDNI ACC. FOLLOW YOUR OWN RULES!!! Ty to @lu-vin-it for proofreading Ilysm! Reader is AFAB

16 DAYS. YOU HADN’T SEEN ALEX IN 16 days. This shouldn’t be a big deal, but you were craving him. You were craving his touch, his smell, his voice, him. You shouldn’t be this attached, but he was so incaptivating— how could someone not be in love with him? He was the most charming man you’d ever met and you fell for him as soon as you saw him. It was rather embarrassing.

“Alex,” you said, leaning against the counter. You had your phone perched on your shoulder and you were holding it with the side of your head as you chopped up a cucumber.

“I know, I know.” He said in a defeated tone. “Believe me, hun, I miss you just as much as you miss me.”

“Well when will you be back?” You asked.

“Few days, shouldn’t take me that long to get back.”

“Babe..” you said in a whiny voice.

“Y/N, I’ll be back before you know it, just keep callin’ me every night, will ya? ‘Ts the only thing keeping me sane down here.” You groaned.

Alex only had 12 days of deployment, but because of where he was going, Urzikstan, it would take at least 3 days to fly from the US to there and vice versa. So, in reality, he had been gone for about two weeks— not including his flight back of course.

“Okay, I love you Keller. Stay safe,” You said, getting ready to end the phone call.

“Love you too, baby. And I will, don’t you worry your pretty little head.” You smiled and shook your head. He made a kissy sound on the other end of the line and hung up.

You put your phone on the counter and walked over to the couch with your snack. Sitting down, you grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. You flicked through channels until you found something to your liking.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch. When you woke up, it was dark and the living room was only illuminated by the television playing some random channel that only came on at night. You looked around for your phone and then remembered that it was on the counter. You hurried to it, forgetting to call Alex that night.

You scrolled through the plethora of notifications from different social media sites until you saw Alex’s missed calls and text messages. You read through them quickly and then called him. The phone rang for a while before he picked up.

“Hello?” He said in a groggy voice.

“Hi my love, did I wake you?” You worried.

“Mm, no..I was just uh..busy.”

“With what?” You asked curiously.

“Y’know, stuff.” You decided to let it go, assuming it’d be easier to do so.

“Hmm, well I fell asleep on the couch, sorry I didn’t answer earlier.”

“Don’t you worry babe. I didn’t mind.” You hummed.

“So whatcha doin’?” He asked you.

“Getting all the blankets and stuff put away. The house is a mess, I really need to clean it up before you get back home.” You bent down, picking up the blankets that were laying on the floor, causing you to make a little groan. You heard a heavy breath from the phone. “What about you?” You asked.

“Layin here. Missing you.” Alex said smoothly. You chuckled.

“How was your day?” You asked him, walking to your bedroom.

“Boring,” he said unenthusiastically. “And yours?”

“Same here, just kinda laid around all day. But tomorrow I’m gonna get more stuff done! So you come back to a nice clean house.” You giggled, another heavy sigh. You quirked an eyebrow up and it was silent for a moment.

“Keep talking’, love.” He said, although it sounded more like a plea rather than a normal request.

“About what?” You asked him, now laying on your stomach on the bed.

“Anything, please just keep talking…”

“Alright….let me think….” You were quiet for a moment, long enough to hear a low moan come from the other end. You felt your cheeks warm and your eyes widen.

“Hey, Alex?” You asked, getting his attention.

“Mm?” Is all he could muster out.

“What’re you doing right now?”

“Nothin, nothing doll…just keep talking. Please.”

“Hm.. okay. What pajamas should I wear? I need to change.”

“Fuck..” he groans. “Remember those pretty red ones?”

“My lingerie?” You ask him, flustered.

“Mhm, those ones. Wear those ones.” He huffs. You giggle and immediately spring out of bed to put them on.

“Y/N?” You hear from the speaker on the phone, along with another low moan.

“Yeah?” You asked, feeling the warmth between your legs. You had already known what he was doing, but it was like the realization had just set in.

“Can you…. can you send pictures too? I wanna see how pretty you look in them.”

“Of course, Alex.” You giggled as you heard a sigh, presumably from the petname.

There was silence for a moment, with only the lewd sounds from your phone interrupting it.

“Y’know, Alex,” your voice was drawn out, seductive. “You don’t have to hide what you’re doing.”

“Huh?” He asked innocently.

“Just be honest with me, you’re not doing a very good job of hiding it, anyways.” A whimper came from his mouth.

“Fine, I’m..just- send me the pictures, please baby.” He pleaded. Your breath hitched at his whimpers and you clenched your thighs together in an attempt to create friction. Without hesitation, you went over to your body mirror and began taking photos. You took a ton of pictures, but only sent him the ones that looked best— the ones that were the most teasing. When they sent and you saw the “read” by your text message, you heard him say your name quietly. You giggled and your hand slowly traveled down to the waistband of your panties, toying with yourself. You slid a finger into your folds and moaned slightly, catching Alex’s attention and making him chuckle.

“You touchin’ yourself, doll?” He asked.

“Mhm..” you said shamelessly, he let out another chuckle.

You dipped two fingers into your, now wet, cunt. Moaning louder at the pleasure.

“Fuck, makin all these pretty sounds just for me, princess?” You nodded, despite knowing he wouldn’t see it.

“Need you, need you Alex..” You whined. “Need you so bad.”

“I need you too dolly, fuck…” he moaned. “Just a few more days, mm? You can handle that can’t ya?” He asked you.

“Don’ know..” you whimpered and curled your fingers inside of you, adding to your pleasure.

“You can do it for me.”

The rest of the call was filled with groans of pleasure coming from the both of you. You finished first, but Alex came quickly after due to you moaning his name. He couldn’t wait to get home.

The two of you fell asleep on call that night, and when you woke up, he was gone.

The next few days couldn’t have gone any slower. It was excruciating. You texted him every few hours.

“When will you be home?”

“Where are you now?”

“Can you ask the pilot to go faster?”

“Jk lol. Love you 🩶!”

It felt like ages before he got home, but when you heard that front door unlock and the sound of keys jingling, you sprinted to the living room.

Without warning, you ran towards him and pounced into his grasp. He stumbled back a bit, but then reciprocated the hug.

“Hey little missy, been a while.” He laughed. You only buried your face deeper into him.

“Whatdya say we go into the bedroom, hm? ‘Ts been a looong 2 weeks.” As soon as you heard his suggestion, your stomach erupted with butterflies.

You took him by his hand and led him to your shared room. He chuckled with delight at your persistence. You were so needy for him that nothing else mattered. He slipped his shirt off, leaving his beautiful figure exposed. You did the same swiftly, not saying a word.

“Needy, are we?” He teased. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fuck you real nice.” You practically drooled over his words.

After the two of you were undressed, he laid you gently on the bed and towered over you. He leaned down, kissing you softly. Alex’s kissed trailed down your cheek, then your neck. Your collarbones, your chest—remembering to swirl his tongue around your nipple and earning a little moan from you. The man laughed against your chest, vibrating slightly around your nipple and sending shocks straight to your cunt.

He continued down until he was at your pelvic bone. Alex took his time kissing your hips, your thighs, and your abdomen. You pouted at his obvious teasing and grabbed a fistful of his hair in anticipation.

Finally, he kicked a stripe between your folds, making you jolt. He swirled his tongue in all of the right places, his mustache tickling your inner thighs. Eventually, his actions got himself painfully hard and he mindlessly began rutting against the side of the mattress while he was eating you out. You noticed this and encased him between your thighs, the knot in your stomach beginning to form.

He gripped your thighs tightly, fingernail marks being left in the supple flesh almost immediately. He ate you out like a starved man, and it felt so fucking good. He pulled his head out to look at the mess you’ve made, a string of juices connected to his lips and his chin glistening. He smiles proudly and spits on your cunt, making you clench around nothing.

Finally, the knot unravels. You find yourself in a complete state of bliss, cumming around nothing; putting a show on for Alex. He smiles brightly and chuckles at you.

“Look at that, doll! Came from just my tongue,” he says— almost brags. You whine and reach your hand out for him, already too fucked out to say anything.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. So, so perfect..” he praised you, making you smile down at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Think you can go again?” He grinned innocently and you nodded.

He then got up and lined himself up with your pussy and thrusted himself inside of you. You moaned at the feeling, the feeling you had been yearning for.

He thrusted once more, your moans mixed with his and made a melodious sound— music to his ears.

He leaned above you, his metal dog tags against your chest. You locked eyes with him and pulled him down to kiss you, grabbing his hair eagerly. He kissed you back sloppily, your teeth clashing together. You could taste yourself on his tongue and lips and it was heavenly. He stayed pounding into you and his hands stayed glued to your hips so tightly you were sure they were going to leave bruises.

Not that you minded, though.

Only panting and filthy sounds were audible now, the two of you too lust-filled to say anything more. Finally, with one last brutal thrust, both you and Alex came, your juices mixing together. He pulled out and laid beside you, the empty feeling making you whine.

“Still not done yet, huh doll?” He asked in disbelief.

You shook your head frantically and turned on your side, pawing at him.

“I’m so exhausted, dolly,” he teased. You whimpered and propped yourself on top of him.

“If ya need to cum again, you gotta work for it.” He smirked at you.

You lowered yourself down on him and he choked back a moan, obviously enjoying how you used him.

Once he was bottomed out in you, you began bouncing on his cock. He groaned pleasurably and ghosted his hands on your figure.

You continue grinding and humping and doing everything in your power to make yourself cum on Alex’s cock, but he doesn’t even bat an eye. Why would he? He’s so sleepy, there’s nothing he can do about that. All he can do is watch you fuck your pretty self on his dick.

You intertwine your hands with him in an attempt to ground yourself as you slowly reach your high. You look at him with lust, begging him to fuck you and make you cum.

He grins at you and holds your hands tighter as you chase your climax, your pussy clenching around him.

He suppresses a moan as you continue to ride him, the feeling becoming unbearable. Finally, you cum for the third time and collapse onto him.

Alex holds you close and rubs the small of your back, his other hand gripping the soft flesh of your ass.

He’s glad to be home.

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A mommy eunbi breeding fic, but a long one cause she wouldn’t just want to stop at just one, heheheheheh.

Eleven to One: Fulfilling Filling

Male Reader x Kang Hyewon, Kwon Eunbi

Length: 4922 words

Tags: rough sex, daddy kink, mommy kink, liquor play, threats and blackmail attempts, angry sex, dom/sub dynamic, master/slave play, pussy eating, curses and degradation, bend over, doggy, standing sex, denial to breed, slave!Hyewon, breeding kink, breed Eunbi, creampie, multiple orgasm, fucked silly, sex while sitting, riding, reverse cowgirl, tit play, tit sucking, ass eating, threesome, finger licking, Mommy!Eunbi

TW: rough sex, degradation, heavy dom/sub dynamics, impregnation

Inspiration: BREED EUNBI

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing. Good job, as always.

(A/N: 14 months since @dreamcatchers-husband dropped the request. Sorry for the long wait. I think three loads are enough for her?)

"Congratulations, Mr. Co-CEO."

Hyewon raises her champagne filled glass for a toast. Two glasses clink amongst delighted chatter, laughs, and general sounds of celebration. You return a kind smile before sending the expensive liquor down your throat in a swirl. You notice that Hyewon watches you intently in her professional, dark blue blazer. Suddenly, her hand is on your back and she pulls herself closer. A bit handsy for such a public setting, you think.

"And thank you for the filling, Daddy," Hyewon whispers, her ruby lips in a striking smirk.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Co-CEO," you respond and secretly graze her belly. It's a bit brazen, given that you are still in front of many employees and lawyers who helped to make this insane merger possible. They can feel the money already pouring in, especially because the conglomerate of your company and Hyewons is not a monopoly under korean law—

Your phone rings. Eunbi's number pops up on screen.

"Excuse me for a moment, I must take this call. Cheers everyone! Please enjoy yourselves."

You step out for a moment and answer the phone with a curious hum.

"Eunbi? What's up?"

"I know it, all of it."

Eunbi’s voice is demanding, yet something soft and fragile makes her seem like she can't hold herself back. Time for you to figure out why she is so on fire.

"You know what? I think I never told you the details of how to restructure two companies for a fitting merger," you chuckle and imagine Eunbi rolling her eyes, her fingers trembling as she tightly clenches her phone.

"Stop that bullshit right now. I know that you filled her."

You were stunned and moved further away and into a private room.

"Eunbi, let me explain..."

"Save it. How could you do this to Yujin?" she says upset. You're smarter than that. This blame game is something you’re quite familiar with. Ignore the Yujin stuff for a minute and decipher Eunbi’s tone.

"You're not mad about that… you're upset because you’re not the first, right?”

"D-don't flatter yourself, asshole," Eunbi quickly shouts. You hit the spot, now it's time to poke her until she falters.

"You're lying to yourself, Eunbi. They all call you the M-word, but you're not the one becoming an actual mother,” you counter, quickly slipping back into CEO mode. You know how to turn this on her.

"IZ*ONE… your precious IZ*ONE-girls. You miss them all, don't you? You miss not having a group around you. Sure you've done well enough as a soloist, and you have a dog who is always on your side. But let’s be honest, who doesn't?

“No, it's not the same, is it? Because it doesn’t matter; it can never change the fact that Yujin, Minju, Hyewon, Chaewon—they aren't really your children."

Still no response from her, just the continuous heavy breathing from the other side of the speaker. Now you're really poking an angry bull that is ready to pierce you with its horns. But you're not scared of horns or bulls. Otherwise you would not be atop the food chain right now.

"A Mommy with no children, ts, don't make me laugh. You act concerned for Yujin, but it's just a front. Face it, Eunbi: with or without IZ*ONE, you're not even close to being a Mommy."

You might be right, but Eunbi wasn't a leader for nothing. She is still fearless, willing to fight back even as you wrestle her down in your heated exchange.

"My place or I am spilling everything to Yujin. I know you haven't told her yet. If you aren't here in the next 20 minutes, you can kiss your merger goodbye."

"Do you think that makes me scared," you respond coldly, "You can't force me to do anything. If you want to be a real Mommy, you gotta take a different approach."

Eunbi was backed in a corner and bested. She wasn’t even bluffing, but if you weren't afraid of the affair with Hyewon and the somewhat questionable merger becoming public, she had nothing on you. No final tricks up her sleeve, nothing she could use to get what she wants. Unless, her approach should have been different from the start.

"Baby,.please… Mommy needs you."

Her tone becomes soft, motherly, and needy. Much more to your liking.

"Mommy needs me, aw~" you mock her tone yet won't hesitate in giving her what she so desires. "Mommy is going to get me. But it's on my terms. Frankly, I have something better to do right now. Wait for me till the end of the week, maybe I'll be free then."

Eunbi whines at the other end of the line. Inaudible phrases and sounds of disagreement come through the speaker but they are not even touching the surface of your resolve. You'll stay and celebrate.

You focus your mind on the task—or someone at hand. You need to celebrate the merger properly. Go back into the office room and gain everyone's attention by clearing your throat.

"I hate to cut things short, but we'll continue the celebrations later tonight at dinner. Miss Kang and I need to discuss some next steps going forward; if you could all give us the room," you say smoothly, a professional, genuine seeming smile on your lips.

Hyewon looks puzzled for a second, but after exchanging a couple of glances with her, she adds even smoother than you did:

"I already rented a hotel further down the street with a banquet and excellent wine. We'll follow after you, just make sure to leave something for us."

No further complaints, men and women in suits leave the office and their chatter fades away quickly. You lock the door behind them and Hyewon pushes a button instantly blackening out the windows to the room.

You look at Hyewon with lust. She is carrying your child, she has become fully bound to you, an unbreakable connection that glues companies together, but also a slave to her Master

"Hyewon, I need to fucking pound you in my office,” you emphasize and step in front of her.

"Yes, Daddy," Hyewon moans and drops her dress pants as she bends over, "Fuck your slut on your table. Make sure she is your breeding cow."

With a hand on her back you press Hyewon's upper body onto the stacks of paper and certificates. A half-filled glass with champagne tumbles to the floor, the other is saved by Hyewon who gasps at your fingers kneading her bare ass.

You admire the sight, feel the softness of her ass. It belongs to you. Firm, smooth, you can’t help but stick your face on it in wanton desire. Further below is the slit that you so clearly marked with repetitive, rough thrusts and cream filling. Before you do it again, you need a taste.

"I'm hungry. Daddy shouldn't go hungry, right?"

You don't give Hyewon time to respond as you already access her holes and take a swipe of her pussy with your tongue. It's incredible that she is still this tight, her walls pressing down on your tongue as you take your licking session deeper for a minute. After hours and hours of breeding sessions over the last month, your big cock stretched Hyewon out good, but her insides are still godly tight.

Even better: it’s all yours.

You probably fucked Hyewon ten times more than you did Yujin over the last couple of weeks. Luckily you don't have to concern yourself with this now. Yujin is still occupied with shooting new episodes for her group. There is no reservation, neither in your mind or your heart thus you give Hyewon a firm smack and nibble on her clit.

"Daddy, fuck! Keep eating me, I am just a whore for you and your hunger. Oh shit, Master, give me more, please!"

"You're just a slut for your Master," you confirm her eager statement. You lips place kisses on where her pussy lips are exceptionally sensitive, and her clit is subject to constant teasing of your wet tongue. Your fingers dig into her pillowy ass, another tiny puzzle piece to make Hyewon cum.

"Master, fuck! Your tongue is so good, your mouth, I don't de-deserve this!

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm—"

You growl. Tug on her hair as you get up. Her face winces near yours, your fingers drag over her labia, but it’s purposefully restrained and not enough to push her over the edge.

"You're right, you don't. Why the fuck am I exhausting my energy in your pleasure? Doesn't Master's pleasure take priority? Whose pleasure is the only one that matters?"

Spit in her face. Hyewon's mouth barely produces a real word in between her never ending output of mewls and whines. You rub your spit over her cheeks and then to her mouth.

"M-Master..."

"Good whore," you say dryly, threatening without a threat. Reach for the not-broken glass and guide it to Hyewon's lips. "Open up."

The remaining champagne falls down Hyewon's throat as you force her head back to the point she can look up at you. She struggles with the punch of the liquor and its fizziness, yet you still reward her by drooling on her face.

"Really good whore."

"Thank you, Master."

Arms wrap around Hyewon's body, you squeeze her waist and chest tightly, fingers delicately placed on her throat. Eyes still locked, you firmly press your erection against Hyewon's butt, two layers of designer fabric between leaving her squirm in need and in pleasure.

"You want this, huh?" you growl, fingers ridding Hyewon of her proper breath.

"Y-yes, Master."

She struggles to keep eye contact, her nostrils widen and narrow rapidly in search of air. Spit on her again, unamused. Poor thing, it's not even her fault that Eunbi decided to be such a blackmailing bitch tonight. But this is what Hyewon signed up for. Literally.

"I'll give it to you, but first—"

You pull out your phone and let Hyewon breathe again. Open the camera and press it in her hand, before pressing on her throat again.

"Film yourself. Tell your dear leader what you think of her being so greedy, needy, and bitchy about being bred. Do you think Eunbi deserves to be filled like you?"

"Master… a recording? Wh-what if someone finds it? I…" Hyewon hesitates, something you despised; disobedience, fear, caution.

"Do you think Eunbi will expose you?” you growl in fury. “Do you trust her this little? Even worse, why do you disobey me?"

Another spit in her face. The saliva on her face makes the celebratory make up run down her features from all sides in falls of pink, red and black. To say that she is a mess would be an understatement. Hyewon looks down right filthy.

"Why do you still disobey me, your Master? You’ve been bred, now show me your gratitude!"

You roar and rip her outfit. You don't care about messing up your extravagant ten thousand dollar carpet, taking another glass of champagne and pouring it down her body. The need to suck her not yet filled, but still great tits overcomes you.

"Master, I'm sorry! I'll do as you say, ah!"

Bite her nipple, before more of the liquor touches your tongue. These things never come easy. It's always a struggle, the taming, then keeping them down. You’ve been through this enough times with her, with Yujin. Hopefully your future endeavors will be more relaxed, or else you have to change your strategy.

"Then fucking do it, or I'll never fuck you again. My God, I thought we got over this."

Hyewon's entire arm shakes as she tries to focus the phone's camera on her. In the meantime, your mouth moves down to her belly button and you suck all around it. Now Hyewon has not only her moaning, drooling, tearfilled face on video, but also her pink areolae and hard nipples atop voluptuous breasts.

You wait for the right moment as Hyewon struggles to keep her arm stable to record the message for her Unnie. She doesn’t deserve any easy out to finish this mission, so you strike at her pussy once more. Savor the juices on your fingers, before you plunge them into her.

"Eunbi… I've been b-bred, by Master a-and…"

Lick.

"Ah, I-I... Hng!"

Lick again and Hyewon almost drops the phone. You'd shout at her for the disobedience, but this is actually amusing.

"Go on."

"I-I... I'm his de-devout breeding cow and—ah, fuck!"

You begin to roughly suck at her clit. Hyewon starts to cry and wail in pleasure. Rouge, spit, tears and sweat make her face the penultimate canvas of messiness. Only needs some streaks of white on it.

"He-he is the best!" Hyewon screams out as you imagine finishing on her face to make it the perfect masterpiece to hang in a museum, "How d-dare you be a b-b-bitch to him, ah, how dare you— fuck, Master, I'm going to c-cum!"

"Don't, or you'll regret it!" You stop your tongue movement and only knead Hyewon thighs in a slow, annoyingly unsatisfying pattern.

"U-Unnie, you have n-no right to be bred. You're not a cow, and not a Mo-Mommy! Ah, fuck!"

Two fingers scissor their way into Hyewon's core and spread her pink walls with no regard to their natural width. The woman tumbles and almost falls to the ground, the dress pants still wrapped around her ankles. You catch her with a strong hand and slowly bend her over again.

"I think this message will do. Now send!”

Press her back down to emphasize your words, as if the rod poking her core isn’t enough.

“Your Master will rail you in this office, on every fucking surface. You're my little sex slut slave, aren't you? Dirty bitch!"

"Y-Yes, Master, I'm so-sorry for being so–"

You pin Hyewon harder to the desk hard and your quickly freed, painfully hard shaft glides into this familiar cavern full of warmth, eager to milk you dry. Her walls are ready, but Hyewon's mind is not. Fuck it, fuck her. Your pelvis hits Hyewon's ass with such force, it sounds like you're whipping it.

"Ma-Master, I—" Hyewon screams, her mind spinning out of reach for her to produce anymore words. It's all in vain, she is back to being the breeding cow, but this time her Master really treats her just like an object, a—

"Shut up, slave! Just moan, cry, whimper and make yourself useful with your body!"

You lift up one of Hyewon's legs and place it onto the desk. At this angle, each time you shove your cock into her, the entire wooden structure shakes and cracks. Pens and lamps rain down from the surface, your fucking is an unstoppable earthquake to these tiny objects.

Hyewon's juice becomes creamy, her voice a tad bit hoarse after countless screams. The orgasms you fuck into her soft pink hole make her seem more like an engaging fleshlight than a serious business woman. Press said fleshlight against a wall, her solid nubs thus feel the cold surface. Hyewon tenses up, her cunt grips but it can’t stop you. Spear her open and reach deeper thanks to the new standing position. Leave marks of your teeth on her shoulder.

As you continue to hammer into Hyewon, making her cry and scream profanities, someone decides to hammer the door. With wide open eyes of lust and rage you stare at the booming metal. The person on the other side does not show signs of stopping, another wave of hard knocks. What if someone heard you? Did you underestimate Hyewon's voice and the repetitive slaps of skin on skin?

Or is it what you are hoping for?

"Come on in, Eunbi."

You smirk and Hyewon's eyes widen. You know that she hates being seen like this, especially by her beloved Unnie. Fortuna is ever in your favor. An equally abashed, angry, nervous and embarrassed woman pushes open the door. Before Hyewon can scream at the sight of her friend, you firmly shut her mouth with a palm.

"Do you mind closing the door?" you say with a smug grin at an out of breath Eunbi. It looks like she doesn't want to comply, so you have to take different measures.

Grab Hyewon's waist, dig your fingers deep into the skin to form red marks, and turn her towards Eunbi. She wants to free herself but her struggle urges you to fuck into her again. Hyewon's resolve drops immediately and she cums almost instantaneously.

"N-no, U-Unnie, don't look, ah!"

"You better look at her, Eunbi! This could be you, but I bet you think you're better than this breeding cow. I don't see it. You lie to yourself, to me, and now you hesitate. Reminds me more of this bitch than a Mommy Mommy."

You're shouting stops as do your thrusts. Hyewon goes limp in your grasp and you let her drop to the floor like a disregarded sex toy. She searches for air, but more importantly, your cum. This time, you did not fill her pussy. There is nothing she can push back with her slutty digits.

"Ma-Master, please."

"You had enough already. I bred you constantly for an entire month. I bet you're pregnant already. Now, don't forget your fucking place, slave."

Hyewon looks down in shame.

"Yes Master..."

You focus all your attention on Eunbi now. She is where things get interesting, where your feelings and imaginations go wild. Sex toys and brats are great, but this older woman has a vastly different aura.

"Well,” you gently say, “what a time to come barging into my office. What is it that you want?"

"I want... I want..."

Eunbi stands in place, her feet unstable. She is swaying from side to side, unable to keep eye contact with you. She can't stand to look at Hyewon, but she is also unable to look away from the mess that you made her friend.

"Say it out loud, or I'm gone," you say with sigh, the tone of your voice more annoyed than threatening. "I'm getting soft at such hesitance."

"I want... you t-to breed me."

You smirk and sit down on your deluxe couch. This is usually the part where you make them drop to their knees and beg for your cock. They make compromises and say things they wouldn't have if you didn’t make them addicted to your cock. At least it worked like that with Hyewon, but Eunbi is so different. She already gains confidence, her steps more stable, her features soft, her body motherly.

"Baby,” she simply whispers and you're already in her spell, “Mommy wants you bad. Mommy wants to be filled, to be bred and to bear your children.

“Won't you let Mommy be your slut?" she adds seductively.

"Ts, are you really a Mommy? I think you need me to do this," you slyly respond and put your hands on Eunbi's waist. You falsely assumed her approach had ended and that her resolve would crumble, but she quickly reaches for your shoulders, trapping you underneath her perfect frame.

"I know you want to cum in Mommy's pussy, I know you want to pump children into me. And I also know that you want Mommy to be a slut. But you have to ask me before you get it. Understood?"

You don't respond to her. To see what she will do next is just too intriguing to pass off. Like a tense, sexual thriller, you don’t want to know the end yet.

“Don’t you want to make me a real Mommy? Say it, ask for it. My body is right here.”

"I don't have to ask for anything,” you say nonchalantly. “You're already here. In fact, maybe I'll breed all IZ*ONE girls before you. Hyewon, give Master a kiss."

Eunbi rolls her eyes and breaks eye contact to stare Hyewon down.

"Hye, don't listen to him. He has nothing on you and he definitely has nothing on me."

To your delight however, Hyewon does not hesitate this time. She gets off the floor, her knees still soft like warm butter from the rough pounding you gave her, and wobbles to the couch. She kneels next to you on the couch and takes your hand to kiss it carefully. Eunbi mewls in shock.

"Nothing on you, I see," you hum with a smirk. "Eunbi, if you're going to be a part of this I can't have you thinking that you can oppose me like this. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't smitten by you, but a good mother bearing my children needs to know her place in my domestic bliss."

With Eunbi's eyes in shock and awe, you put two fingers into Hyewon's mouth and make her slobber all over them. You watch her watch the woman become soft, weak like an inexperienced virgin. A virgin whose need to be bred excels all her other desires and logical needs. Will Eunbi go down the same way as Hyewon?

"You want to be their Mommy?" you suddenly whisper into Eunbi's ear as Hyewon willingly chokes on your fingers.

"Y-yes, of course."

"Then admit it: you don't need to oppose me, to trump me, right?"

"Y-yes."

"Good."

Her fate seems sealed. Just another toy in your repertoire, with huge tits and the desire to have cum inside her cunt all the time. You’re almost disappointed, but Eunbi’s final ace puts everything upside down.

"If-if you breed mommy,” she slowly says, “I'll bring you Chaewon."

Hyewon is too engrossed by her Master to be shocked. Did you hear that correctly? Eunbi, the mother hen, protector of her IZ*ONE children, would serve Chaewon up on a platter to you?

"I don’t know if you have met her yet, but Chaewon definitely does not like you and people like you. The way you are, you cannot reach her, trust me. But I swear, I’ll do everything to make her yours. Chaewon can be headstrong, but she's a good girl—and now you can be a good boy for mommy, right?”

Her spell leaves you stunned for a second. New information is being presented to you like this. On top of it, a very questionable deal, the kind of deal you only strike in a dark room, no eyes to see, no ears to pry. Eunbi is something else.

"Chaewon, can she really be turned?" you ask, with the last shreds of doubt and retrieve your wet digits from Hyewon's lips.

"Am I their Mommy, or not?"

"I think you are, Mommy."

"Then come and breed Mommy."

You take a deep breath and watch Eunbi slowly open her blouse to free her bra covered bosom. The enormous breasts bounce as she continues to undress herself. Your need gets the better of you.

"Mommy," you whine. It’s the same cry from your first meeting. You’re the boy again, humble and small to no one but Kwon fucking Eunbi who smiles victoriously. She is the winner of this square off, yet still presents a feast before you as if you were the one who won.

"Mommy, please..."

"Open wide~" Eunbi giggles and presses her bare breasts into your face. Blinded by the massiveness of her tits and too engaged in sucking and licking them, you don't notice Eunbi ridding herself of her pants until something damp rests on the head of your shaft.

"Good to see that you still like them. I know that the other girls have nice boobs as well.

"But none compare to Mommy's. Isn't that right, hm~?"

You're inclined to agree with her but not only her tits, also her wet panties rubbing over your semi-hard shaft leave you speechless. Eunbi continues her sweet hums.

"Baby, you're so powerful, so aggressive and calculating…but that can be a lot, right? So you'll be good, relax and let Mommy take care of you.”

She disconnects her tits from your face to see you nod, greedy and needy for more of her soft pillows, but equally desperate to pierce her open and watch her wring you dry.

"Don't hold back," Eunbi moans and pulls her panties to the side. "Relax and cum, cum many times in Mommy's pussy."

"Fuck, Mommy!"

"Ma-Master," Hyewon whines from the side, but Eunbi puts a finger on her lips.

"I know you're needy, Hye, but this—"

Eunbi sinks on your cock, her pussy suddenly filled with what she was craving for for hours. She throws her head back and shouts the rest of her sentence skyward.

"—is for me, for my children."

"Oh fuck, Mommy," you exclaim, but Eunbi shushes you like she did with Hyewon.

"That's right baby, fuck Mommy hard. Fill me up as much as you want. Oh baby, once I'm pregnant, my boobs will get even bigger and they will swell with milk. Would you like that baby? To suck on Mommy's tits and drink my milk? I know you want it so you need to make sure I'm pregnant, breed me, breed Mommy!”

Your hips get a mind of their own. They’re thrusting up, without rhythm, but Eunbi adjusts her rhythm of bouncing on you to make her pussy suck you in with no disconnection. Meanwhile your lips search for her large nipples and the pink areola around it. You begin to bite it, suck it, imagining the milk coming out already.

"I can feel you trembling, fuck, baby," Eunbi says and holds onto your shoulders for stability. "Cum in me, make me cum, but please cum, oh fuck!"

Eunbi wets the couch in a sudden, messy orgasm. Her squirts of warm juice make you lose control. That fucking thing, control, always in your grasp. But with Mommy, you lose it for a sweet, sweet moment. You pump your fertile batter into Eunbi and temporarily join her in deep moans.

"More, more!" Eunbi screams and continues to bounce.

"Mo-Mommy, Master," Hyewon whines, three fingers deeply penetrating her cunt.

"Baby girl~" Eunbi moans and reaches for Hyewon's hair. "Go lick Mommy's ass. I know you like that, filthy slut."

Hyewon's already red cheeks begin to burn. She is too embarrassed to look at you, probably hoping you forget what Eunbi just said. But you will make sure to remember this and try it on her soon. She gets on her knees behind Eunbi's ass and the Mommy immediately begins to groan in satisfaction.

"Fuck, you're even tighter, Mommy," you groan in a mix of pain and bliss, the actions of Hyewon’s tongue immediately showing results.

"Her tongue is amazing, almost the best," Eunbi moans happily, her head still thrown back. You reach for her breasts, fondling the soft flesh to make your impending softness go away.

"How long until you get hard again, baby?"

"Different question Mommy: when will I get soft?" you respond with finesse and thrust upwards. "I think I can easily go for another round.”

"Then cum!" Eunbi shouts and pulls you into hug while fucking you with unmatched speed. The ripple of her thighs mirrors the ripples of your cock as you lose the ability to control your own orgasm. Let it go, it's an unrivaled feeling, as if a billion fireworks exploded in the most primal part of your brain. Eunbi made you skip the phases of overstimulation and recovery with her insane body. All features, inside or outside, are made to make you breed her.

"Mommy, Mommy, fuck, you're so tight!"

"Give me everything, e-every drop!"

She milks you, her hips still not stopping to pump as you dump more of your seed into her. From in between your legs, you hear a faint disappointed sigh. Hyewon, her tongue still deep in Eunbi's ass, is unfilled, while her Unnie goes for another load.

"You feel so good," Eunbi groans, eyes closed, fingers deep in Hyewon's hair to keep her steady. "I'm going to get pregnant, fuck yes!"

You shouldn't be able to do anything anymore. At this point, the limit of what a man can do should be reached. Countless of loads in Hyewon over the course of weeks, first her pussy, now Eunbis. It does not seem to stop, Mommy does not want to stop. Through heat and climax she fucks you silly.

Suck on her titties. That could have been an order from her, maybe it was, but you do it either way anyway. The numb tips of your fingers try to hold onto Eunbi's waist but she is too fast. You slip over her hips and onto the couch, unable to push her off if you want to.

"I know you can give me more, more cum, more children," Eunbi pants and pulls out your dazed head from her garden of melons to give you a sloppy kiss with too much tongue and too little oxygen. Her cunt gives you a final squeeze before your body raises the white flag.

"Mommy, I can't, I'm gonna—"

In a surprising twist, your balls hit Hyewon's chin as she sneakily went away from eating Eunbi's ass to licking tiny white droplets from the barely leaking slit. You got to hold on to this memory of your sack crazing her face as well. The excuse and the way you will punish her were neatly presented to you tonight.

But as you flood Eunbi's womb and sent her to motherly heaven with a perfectly timed, loud orgasm, who gives a shit if slaves defy masters and if Mommies break masters. Breed—the rest comes later.

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