Document created: Sunday, June 14, 2015 7:16 p.m.
Published/Finished: Thursday, August 27, 2015 12:46(ish) a.m. It's almost 1 am and i need to go to bed because I have work later tonight.

Hello all my lovely readers. I have a special treat for you all, especially all you girls out there that are reading this, hehehehehehe. ;) Here is the first PewDiePie x Reader chapter that I promised to make and since this is the first time writing in the reader's POV, there may be mistakes. Writing a PewDiePie x Reader was suggested to me a few years ago on quotev, so i tried a hand at it and it kinda sucked and I scrapped it. So, I'm trying again now that I have more inspiration to write with.

But anyways, I hope you all enjoy! :) Sorry for making you all feel guilty for sleeping with Vinnie, LOL! XD

*Update notice - August, 26, 2015: Hey guys, I'm back and decided to get this chapter submitted for you all since it's been sitting untouched and half finished since I started writing it back in June before I lost my house. I would like to thank everyone for being so patient and all the encouraging reviewers who posted reviews that helped me get back on this story. Also, thanks to site users juliamariecastillo and TheDoctorsTrueCompanion for helping me stand up against the haters. Together we can fight, and read and write about whoever we want, whatever we want, and no one can stop us, LOL! XD

Anyways, enjoy! e_e It's almost midnight and I'm still proofreading and adding things in.

This chapter is Rated M 18+ for graphic sexual content so if you don't like that sort of stuff, then don't read. If you do like this sort of stuff, then by all means, please enjoy. :)

ViceCityfan1986 presents:
Chapter 7 in PewDiePie x Reader (Part I)

Vanilla Ice Cream x Felix x You aka Smexy Time with PewDiePie. ;D

Friday, June 27, 2013

Wrapped up in your post coital glow, your guilt slowly washes away as you open your eyes and gaze up into the face of the man you love so dearly. Felix's expression is soft, tender, and through your tears, you see that he is smiling ever so sweetly. Wiping away the wetness on your cheeks, he plants a gentle kiss on your lips as he eases himself out of you.

"I've really missed this," he says softly.

"Me, too," you whisper.

He takes hold of your chin and kisses you hard, and it's a passionate beseeching kiss that leaves you breathless.

"Promise me that you will never leave again," he says, looking deep into your eyes, his face serious.

"I promise," you whisper, smiling at him. His returning smile is dazzling: relief, joy, and boyish delight combined all together. "Thanks again for the iPad."

"You're welcome, Elizabeth."

A/N: I'm debating on whether I should keep Elizabeth's name in the PewDiePie x Reader chapters or just use (Y/N) so others can put there names in the story and experience what it's like to be in Elizabeth's shoes. Let me know which one you want and which ever one gets the most votes, I'll keep it or change it. Ok, onward with the story:

"What's your favorite song you put on there?" you ask.

"What's yours?" he asks, grinning.

You think for a moment, then remember the Dallas Green album that you listened to earlier today. You had also listened to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! while getting ready for work.

You smile. "Well, this morning I listened to Wham and on my way to work, Dallas Green. Save Your Scissors and Hello, I'm In Delaware really caught my attention. What about your favorite song?"

He grins at you. "I'll let you figure out which one. Come. Up. Cook me some food, wench. I'm starving," he adds, sitting up suddenly, dragging you with him and making you squeal loudly in delight.

You giggle at the Swedish YouTubers playful mood. "Wench, eh?"

"Wench. Me want food, now, please."

"Well since you asked so nicely, sir PewDiePie, I'll get right on it," you say.

"That's senpai to you," he says.

You laugh and scramble out of bed, Felix following behind you.

You and Felix sit on the floor of the living room, eating stir-fry chicken and noodles with chopsticks and sipping wine. Felix leans against the couch with his blonde, just-fucked hair, his legs stretched out in front of him. He's wearing his tanned khaki's and blue brofist t-shirt, and that's all. The Amazing World of Gumball is muted on the TV while More Than This by Roxy Music plays softly in the background from Felix's iPod.

"This is really good," he says appreciatively as he digs into his food.

You sit cross-legged beside him, eating greedily, beyond hungry while you admire Felix's naked feet.

"I usually do all the cooking since it's my most favorite thing to do. Lily doesn't cook very often."

"Did your parents teach you?"

"Yeah, my mother taught me. I remember when I was about four years old and everyday I would help her cook." You smile fondly at the memory. "I learned how to start cooking on my own by the time I was ten," you add quietly. "My mother wasn't well. She was depressed for a real long time due to the miscarriages."

"Where was your dad?" Felix asks you softly.

"He was in the army stationed over in Afghanistan for almost three years and was only home a few months a year."

"It sounds like you took care of your mother," he says softly.

You shrug. "I suppose. I looked after her for two and half years."

"You're used to taking care of people."

The tone in his voice attracts your attention, making you glance up at him.

"What is it?" you ask, startled by his expression.

"I want to take care of you...forever." His blue eyes glow with some unnamed emotion.

Your heart rate spikes to his words.

"I've noticed," you whisper. "You just go about it in a very weird way."

"It's the only way I know how."

"I'm still mad at you for buying SFP."

Felix smirks. "I know, baby, but you being mad at me, isn't going to stop me."

"What am I supposed to say to my co-workers, to William?"

The Swedish man narrows his eyes. "That motherfucker better watch himself."

You gasp. "Felix!" you scold. "He is my boss."

Felix's mouth presses into a hard line. He looks like a schoolboy.

"Then don't tell them anything," he says.

"Don't tell them what?"

"That I own it. I signed the agreement yesterday. News won't get out for the next couple of weeks, so until then, I don't want anyone knowing, especially William."

"Oh...am I going to be out of a job?" You ask, alarmed.

"No, of course not," Felix says, trying to stifle his smile.

You scowl. "If I leave and find another job, will you buy that company, too?"

"You're not thinking of leaving are you?" His expression alters, wary once more.

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't."

"Then yes, I will buy that company, too." He is insistent.

You scowl at him again, figuring out that you are in a no-win situation.

"Aren't you being a bit too overprotective?" you ask.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Paging Dr. Kaplan," you murmur.

Felix puts down his empty bowl and gazes at you impassively. You sigh, not wanting to start a fight with him. Standing up, you reach for his bowl.

"Would you like dessert?" you ask as you turn and head for the kitchen.

"Now you're talking!" he blurts out.

You stop and turn just as Felix jumps to his feet, giving you a salacious grin.

"Oh so not me then?" Why not me? Your inner goddess wakes from her slumber and sits upright, all ears. "We have ice cream. Vanilla." You snicker.

"Really?" Felix's grin gets bigger. "I think we can do something with that."

Whoa...what? You stare at him dumbfounded as he slowly strolls toward you.

"Can I stay?" he asks softly.

"What do you mean?"

"The night."

"I kinda assumed that you would. Isn't that why you're here?"

He smiles. "Where's the ice cream?"

"Underneath the sink." You smile sweetly at him as you both enter the kitchen.

Felix cocks his head to one side, sighs, and shakes his head at you. "Sarcasm will get you nowhere, Miss Callahan." His eyes glitter.

Oh, shit. What is he planning?

"I can still put you across my knee."

You place the empty bowls in the sink. "Do you have those silver ball thingy's?" you ask.

He pats his hands down chest, belly, and the pockets of his jeans. "Funny thing is, I don't carry spare sets around with me."

"Why Felix, I thought you said sarcasm doesn't get you anywhere."

"Well, Elizabeth, my new motto is 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em'"

You gape at him, not quite believing that he actually just said that. He grins at your expression. Turning, he opens the freezer and takes out a pint of Ben & Jerry's finest vanilla. Next, he opens the fridge, spying a can of Cool Whip.

"Oh yes, this will do just fine." He looks up at you, his eyes full of lust. "Ben & Jerry's & Elizabeth with Cool Whip." He says each word slowly, enunciating every syllable clearly, his Swedish accent thick and husky.

Oh fucking my. You think your lower jaw is on the floor. He opens the utensils drawer and grabs a spoon. When he looks up at you, his eyes are sparkling and taking on a carnal look, making you feel winded. Desire for the Swedish man, sleek and wanton, runs through your veins. You and Felix are going to have some fun, with food.

"I hope you're warm," he whispers. "Because I'm going to cool you down with this. Come." He holds out his hand to you and taking it, he leads you upstairs.

Once in your bedroom, he places the ice cream and whip cream on your bedside table, pulls the sheets off the bed, and removes the pillows, placing them all in a pile on the floor.

"I want to tie you up," he says.

Oh? "Okay," you whisper.

"But just your hands. To the bed. I need you still."

"Okay," you whisper again.

He slowly strolls over to you, not taking his eyes of yours.

"We'll use this." He takes hold of your robe sash and with delicious, teasing slowness, releases the bow, and gently pulls it free.

Your robe falls open, exposing you to his lustful gaze, and you stand paralyzed under his heated gaze. After a moment, he pushes the robe off your shoulders. It falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. You now stand naked before Felix and he gazes at your body in wonder and awe. He reaches up and strokes your face with his fingers, and his touch against your skin resonates through your body. He steps forward and kisses your lips briefly.

"Lay down on the bed. Face-up," he murmurs softly.

You do as your told, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Your room is shrouded in darkness except for the soft light from your lamp on the bedside table.

Normally you hate energy saving light-bulbs because they are so dim, but being naked here, with Felix, you feel grateful for the soft light since you are still shy about your nakedness. You look up at the Swedish man as he stands by the side of the bed, gazing down at you.

"I could look at your naked body all day, Elizabeth," he says, and very slowly, he crawls on to the bed and straddles you. "Put your arms above your head," he commands softly.

You obey and he fastens the end of the robe sash around your left wrist and threads the end through the carved wooden bars at the headboard. He pulls it tight so your left arm is flexed above you. He then secures your right hand, tying the sash tightly.

When he's done, you stare up at him, and he visibly relaxes. He likes you tied up so you can't touch him.

He climbs off you and bends down to give you a quick kiss on the lips. Then he stands and lifts his shirt over his head. He undoes his jeans and drops them to the floor along with his boxers. He is gloriously naked and your mouth goes dry at the sight of him. He has just the right kind of body to fulfill every fangirls dreams: narrow shoulders, flat belly, slender hips, and long lean legs. He obviously takes very good care of himself. You could stare at him all day. He moves to the foot of the bed and grasps your ankles, pulling you downward so that your arms are stretched out.

"That's better," he mutters.

Picking up the pint of ice cream, he climbs back onto the bed and straddles you once more. Very slowly, he peels off the lid and dips the spoon in.

"Huh...it's still really frozen," he says with a raised brow. He scoops out a spoonful of the vanilla and pops it into his mouth. "Mmm, delicious," he murmurs. He gazes down at you. "Want some?" he teases you.

You notice he looks so hot, young, and carefree - sitting on you and eating ice cream - eyes bright, his face luminous. You nod, shyly.

He grins and scoops out another spoonful and offers you the spoon. You open your mouth but he quickly changes his mind and instead pops it into his mouth.

"This is just too good to share," Felix says, smiling at you wickedly.

"Hey," you protest.

"Why, Elizabeth, do you like your vanilla?"

"Yes," you say as you try your best to buck him off you.

He laughs. "Getting feisty, eh? I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Please, I would like some ice cream," you plead.

"Well, since you've asked so nicely, then here you go," he says and offers you another spoonful. This time he lets you have some.

You giggle. Felix is really enjoying himself, and his carefree humor is infectious. He scoops another spoonful and feeds you more, then he does it again.

"This is one way to make sure you eat - force feed you. This is something I could get used to."

Taking another spoonful, he offers you more, but you feel full so you close your mouth and shake your head. The ice cream on the spoon begins to melt and he lets it drip onto your throat and on your chest. He dips down and very slowly licks it off you. Your body lights up with longing.

"Mmm. It tastes even better off you, Elizabeth."

You pulls against the restraints, the bed creaking beneath the both of you, but you don't care. You're burning with desire as it consumes you. Felix takes another spoonful and lets the ice cream drip onto your breasts. Then with the back of the spoon, he spreads it over each breast and nipple. You gasp at the cold feeling as your nipples peak and harden beneath the cool of the vanilla.

"Is it cold?" Felix asks softly and bends down to lick and suckle the ice cream off you once more.

It's absolute torture, but you love it. As it starts to melt, the ice cream runs down your sides in rivulets onto the bed. His lips continue their slow torture, sucking hard, nuzzling. Oh please! you scream in your mind.

"Want some more?" And before you can say anything, his tongue is in your mouth, and it's cold and tastes of Felix and vanilla.

Just as you are getting used to the sensation, he sits up again and trails a spoonful of the ice cream down the center of your body, across your stomach, and into your navel, making you giggle and shriek to the chilly, ticklish feeling.

"We've done this before," Felix says, his blue eyes shining. "You're going to have to stay still or you'll end up spilling ice cream all over the bed."

He kisses each of your breasts and sucks each of your nipples, then follows the line of ice cream down your body. You try so hard to stay still despite the combinations of pleasure coursing through you from Felix's touch, but your hips seemingly begin to move on their own, gyrating to their own rhythm, caught up in the Swedish man's vanilla spell. He moves lower and starts to eat the ice cream on your belly until finally he dips his tongue into your navel. You gasp and moan loudly, your body arching off the bed. He doesn't stop. He trails the ice cream farther down your body, into your pubic hair, on to your clitoris. You cry out in ecstasy.

"Hush, sweet girl," Felix says softly as his magical tongue sets to work lapping up the vanilla.

"Oh...please...Felix," you moan quietly.

"Feel good?" he teases you, his voice husky.

Before you have a chance to answer, he continues to swirl his tongue around your clitoris. He doesn't stop. You feel your body climbing higher and higher to the peak of pleasure until finally you erupt into a mind-blowing toe-curling orgasm.

Your thoughts are scattered but you hear the familiar sounds of Felix tearing open a foil packet. He's hovering over you, gazing down at you as he slides the condom down over his length, and then he's inside of you, hard and fast.

"Oh, fan ja!" he groans in Swedish as he slams into you.
(Translation: "Oh, fuck yes/yeah)

Your both sticky from the melted ice cream. It's a strange, distracting sensation, but one you can't think about for more than a few seconds as Felix suddenly pulls out of you and pushes you onto your stomach.

"Let's do it this way," he murmurs and enters you once more, but he doesn't start his thrusting straight way.

Leaning over, he unties your wrists from the headboard, and pulls you upright. His hands move up to your breasts, his fingers gently tugging your nipples. You groan, tossing your head back against Felix's shoulder. He nuzzles your neck, biting you gently, as he flexes his hips, thrusting slowly, filling you again and again.

"Do you have any idea how much you mean to me, Elizabeth?" he breathes huskily against your ear.

"Yes," you gasp.

He smiles against your neck, and his fingers cup around your jaw and throat, holding you to him.

"I am never going to let you go," he whispers

You groan as he picks up speed.

"You are mine, Elizabeth Callahan."

"Yes, yours," you pant. "I am yours."

"And I take care of what is mine," he hisses, biting your ear.

You cry out.

"That's right, baby, let me hear you."

He wraps one hand around your waist while his other hand grasps your hip, and he pushes into you harder, making you cry out again. His breathing grows harsher, matching yours as the punishing rhythm begins. A sheen of sweat gathers between you both and you feel yourself quickening as another orgasm approaches. You are nothing but sensation. You close your eyes, listening to the sounds of gasping and panting that fill the silence of the bedroom. You are his...totally his.

"Come for me, Elizabeth," Felix growls huskily through gritted teeth, and as he says those four words, you let go, both of you finding your release together...

Heuhuehueheu

And whoops I forgot about the whip cream. *facepalm*

Oh well, maybe it will be put to good use in the next chapter. ;D