#(GOTTA KEEP THIS AS A RUNNING GAG

[cathalbravecog]

Really should be sleeping but I really just have to share that Archie my dearest finally got to Misty... At last they can see their bestie

(Their real objective is the destruction of Barnacle Bessie, the only being in existence that Archie feels negatively towards)

[sskim-milkk]

Hunter’s probably fought with the Jedi on numerous occasions yet he still calls a lightsaber a laser sword

[universestreasures]

If I had a Nickle for every time Asaka in an AU has tamed and stolen someone’s trusted doggo, then I’d have two Nickles. 

Which..isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.  

#MissStealYourDoggo

[fairy-angel222]

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓, 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—nanami is fed up of your annoying behavior

cw: smut, rough nanami, really mean nanami, heavy degradation, use of (slut, bitch), hair pulling, cumming inside you, gagging, face fucking, desk sex

a/n: this pic + mean nanami was trending months ago ik, but this is a repost so :’)

Being Satoru’s brat of a sister. Always teasing Nanami about him not having a girlfriend. You’re constantly whining in his ears about the dumbest things. You’re as annoying as your big brother, and Nanami can only tolerate so much. Especially when you decide to catch an attitude with everybody because something didn’t go your way.

That is exactly why Nanami had you on your knees taking his cock, his hand in your hair roughly bobbing your head along his thick length. “Is this what you needed to shut up, hmm?”

“Needed to be treated like the stupid slut that you are. Fuck, you’re so much less annoying like this.” He cursed, eyes dark with rage as he made you take him deeper. Loud gags filling the empty room as Nanami fucked your face.

Mascara filled tears ran down your face as you struggled to breathe. Your nails digging into the muscular man’s thighs. You could feel the tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat with each movement of his hips. His pace fast and hard, heavy balls slapping your chin repeatedly.

Nanami’s head fell back, a string of curses leaving his mouth before groaning loudly. Two consecutive globs of his spit falling onto your face followed by the sharp slap of his palm. The man using his fingers to spread his saliva and your tears across your cheeks. “So, so much better like this.”

He yanked you up by your hair. Bending you over his desk before thrusting into your sopping pussy with no warning.

You let out soft cries as he bullied your cunt open, stretching you out almost painfully. Nanami groaned loudly when you clenched down on him. His long fingers digging into your cheeks as your moans increased in volume. “Shut the fuck up.” he grunted. Pulling off his tie in one swift motion before stuffing it into your babbling mouth.

“Just shut up and take it. Had enough of your bratty attitude.” He growled meanly.

Nanami’s hips snapped into yours inhumanly, your tits rubbing against the hard wooden desk as your body jerked with every thrust. It felt so good to put you back in your place. He was so fucking tired of hearing your voice.

Nanami this. Nanami that. I want this. I want that. Always getting on like a fucking baby when you didn’t get your way. He was sick of it.

Nanami grabbed onto your two wrists bruisingly, holding them behind your back as his other hand found its place in your hair again. Pulling you up, Nanami held you flush against him, cock reaching even deeper than before as he fucked into your shorter frame.

You felt so tiny against him, your head rested on his broad chest as your sobs were muffled by the yellow and black cloth. Forcing your teary eyes open, you could see the anger on the man’s face. His eyebrows furrowed, hooded eyes glaring down at you and his lips pressed into a scowl.

It gave him maximum satisfaction to see you so dumb on his cock. “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck that attitude out of you.” He grunted.

“Fuck, i hate you so much baby. Look at you, where’s that annoying bitch now huh?” He laughed darkly. “Gotta keep fucking you like this to keep your dumb slut of a mouth in check.”

You let out a muffled cry, his tie becoming soaked with your tears and spit as drool ran down the sides of your mouth. Knees wobbly beneath you as your eyes rolled back, the man fucking you closer to orgasm.

“Fucking look at me.” he growled, “Look at me when i break this pussy on my cock.” He demanded, his voice rough and deep. You whimpered, glassy eyes looking up at him through wet lashes till you met his brown ones.

Your pussy clenched impossibly harder, your slick running down your thighs as he fucked out your every last brain cell. Slamming up harshly until your mind was etched with nothing but him, his name, and his monster of a cock.

You could feel his veins rubbing against your gummy spot as your body began to shake. Muffled incoherent moans of his name being spilled straight into the fabric between your lips.

“Should’ve known sooner that this is what a slut like you needed. It’s all you’re fucking good for huh baby?” You nodded in agreement with a cry. Obscenely loud squelching sounds filling the room as he sloppily thrusted into your soaked pussy.

A smirk grew on the man’s face. “Maybe I should stop right now and leave you needy for my cock for the rest of the day.” You whined in protest, your tears ready to double in amount. Nanami only smirked wider, “Teach you a real lesson.”

Nanami’s mouth hung slightly in short grunts, his abs tensing behind you. “Fuck, go ahead slut. Cum, make a mess f’ me.”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, your moans and screams going unheard as you squirted. The clear liquid gushing onto the man’s thighs and tiled floor. “Dirty fucking bitch.” he spat, teeth clenched as he contemplated pulling out. “Gonna fill you up with all my cum. Someone like you is bound to be on the pill.”

Nanami stilled deep inside you, his deep groan sounding in your ear as you felt his hot ropes of cum coat your walls. “There we fucking go.” He breathed, remaining buried in your warm cunt for a few more minutes before pulling out.

Upon seeing your messy tear stained face, Nanami’s eyes widened. Did he go too far? Shit. Taking the dripping tie out your mouth, he opened his mouth to ask if you were okay. He was taken aback when you hugged him tightly, looking up at him with a wide grin. You truly were a little slut.

You giggled, “Wanted that for so long. Wish you would have done it sooner.” you pouted. And Nanami simply blinked in surprise as you nuzzled into his chest. You really were a Gojo.

[aphrodisiaexotica]

someone older.

dbf!rafe cameron x afab!reader

warnings: language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, and rafe is in his late 30s), cheating, male oral receiving, unprotected sex, pet names: doll & baby, body worship, plot twist & praising

synopsis: being close with your father’s business partner has its highs; and possible downs.

it was so wrong.

but god how it felt so good.

-having your dad’s associate balls deep in your pussy. “you know this isn’t right, doll.” rafe gulped looking out the window to keep an eye on your father, grilling in the backyard.

i whimpered, clawing at his chest sitting down on his lap with a huff. “he’s not the boss of me anymore.. m a big girl now.” i leaned close to his ear and nipped at his lobe.

rafe closed his eyes, feeling the temptation slowly over come him. shit.. his wife? your father?

“come on.. no one will know.” i kissed his jaw. slowly circling my hips against his growing bulge. Rafe groaned throwing his head back against the chair. fuck. you were gonna kill him.

“please, mr. cameron? no one will know.. it’ll be our secret.” i smirked knowing he was cracking; and i was about to get what i’ve wanted for the longest time.

Rafe opened his eyes, and slid his hand up my back and to the back of my neck, “hurry..” he bit his lip. i giggled sliding off his lap and onto the floor; my knees digging into the hardwood floors, of my father’s study.

i took my time unbuttoning his slacks and loosing his belt, when rafe muttered “doll, please.” he rushed me. i rolled my eyes but complied, pulling his boxers down just enough to pull his cock out.

Rafe groaned, gripping my shoulder as i kitten licked his tip, leaving my lip gloss smeared. “fuck..” he clamped his eyes shut when i swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock, following his vein.

i closed my eyes, ignoring the sting in my throat when i took him all the way in. “holy- oh god. fuck, baby..” Rafes eyes shoot open and he grips your hair, when he feels you gag around him. i look up at him through my lashes and pull off. i stand up from my knees and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“want you to fuck me now, Mr. Cameron.” i smiled sweetly at him, still trying to put on the oh so innocent show. Rafe tried to catch his breath, blissfully unaware that my father had finished barbecuing. i smirked as i slid my baby pink thong off and shoved it into his pants pocket and placed myself right back where i started.

“is that okay?” i titled my head, running my nails down his chest to his throbbing cock. Rafe gulped, we already went this far.. Rafe nodded. “we gotta be fast though.” i kissed his cheek, as i lifted myself up and grasped his cock.

i bit my lip, trying my best not to moan so loud, as Rafe split me in half. he was definitely the biggest i’ve ever had. “holy fuck, mr. cameron..” i whimpered into his neck. Rafe placed his hands on my hips, easing me onto his thick cock. “y’so tight..“ Rafe groaned lifting my hips up and slamming up into me.

my eyes rolled, as i let out silent moans. “so much better than my wife..” Rafe panted as i bounced on his cock. he kissed up and down my neck, whispering soft praises.

i slapped my hand over my mouth when Rafe lifted me up and slammed up into me once more, his tip bruising my sweet spot. “fuck!” i yelled not being able to hold back my voice anymore. Rafe grunted, feeling me clinch around him. “fuck- shit.. y’gonna cum on my fat cock, doll?” Rafe grinned pushed my hair out of my face while he licked my neck.

there was a loud banging on the door when my father busted into the room. “What the fuck?!” next thing i new, i was getting pulled to the ground.

[shencomix]

my review of serial experiments lain episode 1

hello everybody i just finished watching serial experiments lain episode 1 and wanted to write a review. okay i'm going to start with a plot synopsis so far:

plot synopsis:

the episode starts on a group of scientists all looking at each other in a circle. and one of them says "we have to do experiments on Lain.....in a series" and Lain happens to be passing by right at that moment.

and so another scientist is like "THERE SHE IS, FUCKING GET HER!!!" and they all start chasing after her and she starts running away. most of the episode is a chase sequence with the scientists trying to do the serial experiments and Lain.

at one point there are 2 workers carrying a big glass pane (or, implied to be, as it is totally see-through) and Lain runs right through it somehow but the scientists crash into it. i thought that was silly and liked it.

also at one point the scientists are all running together and they realize there's 1 more of them than there was before, and turns out it's Lain disguised in a labcoat and fake glasses/nose/mustache combo, and she goes "ehe" and does a big bead of sweat as her fake glasses/nose/mustache combo slips a bit. then she zooms away, leaving the labcoat and the fake glasses/nose/mustache combo hanging in the air.

finally, they catch her by throwing a brick at her head

review:

i can see why this is a well regarded series. the gags are good, and i'm left wondering who the scientists are and why they want to do serial experiments on Lain. And I'm also left wondering what the experiments will be and who Lain is. i'm wondering a lot of things and that is a sign of a good series.

i so far give it a 7/10 but will adjust the score based on how funny the experiments are

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update:

the first experiment is they are making her run a ninja warrior style obstacle course. she has having trouble with the part where you gotta hang on to a swinging punching bag type thing, and keeps falling into the slime. i think i would do better on that part as i have greater upper body strength than a middle school girl

update 2:

they are seeing what the biggest animal is that Lain could beat in a fight

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, size-difference, captive darling, punishment, deepthroating, bondage

gn reader

Thinking about strict daddy dom yandere and how much he hates curse words.

Or… how much he hates curse words when they’re in your mouth.

Says it makes you filthy. Says he’s gotta teach that bratty mouth a lesson.

With your wrists bound up nice and snugly behind your back, he’ll fix a ring-gag around your head – make that mouth gape wide for him, letting drool spill freely down the corners of your lips where they're kept puckered and parted – wet and bloated as he slides his meaty cock between them – making you kiss along his veins until it’s swollen up nice and fat enough to stand on its own. Your face is slapped a bit with the hefty weight, slicking himself in the pretty tears running down your cheeks.

He says he’s gonna fuck all those filthy words out of your mouth. Says your throat’s gonna learn its purpose.

But he starts off gentle – fucking his big bulging cockhead into the soft pocket of your cheek – stretching it out and making more spit froth down your chin – spilling onto your pretty nipples that perk in the cold open air.

He keeps you completely naked when he’s punishing you. Adds to the power-play, you suppose. Where he’s still dressed in his nice suit. Except for his belt – no, he keeps that looped tight around your throat – using it like a leash as he tugs on it to keep you pliant – kneeling on the floor by his feet while he fucks your face.

Your cheek’s sore after a good while, but you’d rather he kept at it instead of what you know’s coming next – after he says it’s time to pick up the pace, when he tells you to take a deep breath before he’s sliding himself over the soft bed of your tongue until the tip hits the back of your throat – though, never letting it stop him for long before he’s pressing on and slowly but surely sending the entire length down your tight guzzle – all the way until your button nose is buried in the pubic hairs on his pelvis – taking him to the hilt with your wet lips stuck around his base and his big balls nuzzling the slick on your chin.

He praises you while keeping himself lodged deep – holding your throat to feel it bob for him as you gag around his thickness. Telling you this is exactly what your sweet throat was made for – not for yelling ugly curse words – but for sucking his cock free of cum.

You’re lightheaded when he starts to rock his hips back and forth against your face – only giving languid thrusts, never enough to ever leave the tight choke of your throat – never enough to allow you a proper breath of air. He’ll just chuckle at your dumb expression – endeared by the way your pretty eyes roll into the back of your head – telling you how happy he is when you’re his sweet baby doll.

He creams your throat after a while – humming a satisfied sigh as you swallow the load before it drowns you. Slinking out of your sticky mouth with a lazy smile on his face – looking down at you with such a patronizing leer as strokes his still hard cock up and down your sweet face – looking all dewy and cute for him – eyes misty and half-masted – mouth still gaping wide from the ring-gag keeping it open, your tongue lolling over it as you pant out like a little bitch in heat – just begging him for more.

Don’t worry, he’ll say. He’s not done with your mouth until he knows he’s washed out every last filthy word – one thorough throatpie at a time.

BNHA – Enji, Aizawa, Deku, Kirishima, Bakugou, Iida, Overhaul

JJK - Nanami, Toji, Geto, Naoya

ATSV - Miguel

DS – Muzan

HxH – Chrollo, Illumi, Leorio

[sttoru]

Nanami using his tie to put up your hair when your going down on him that’s all I gotta say 🤷🏽‍♀️

ouwww. yes.

☀︎ | tags. soft dom!nanami kento x female reader. smut. blow job, uhh gagging i guess. praise. hair pulling.

“mhm, didn’t think you could look even prettier than you usually do, but here we are. . .” kento takes a deep breath and exhales it a second or two afterwards. his head tilts back whilst his half-lidded eyes watched you drool and slurp all over his cock, “look up at me, sweetheart.”

you did as told and your watery eyes take in the sight before you. the top buttons of kento’s dress shirt were unbuttoned, teasing a glimpse of his chest, the dotted tie (which looked like it’d fall off any minute now) sitting loosely around his neck, his adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp and the sweat running down his sharp jawline — you didn’t know that a simple sight like that could singlehandedly almost push you over the edge.

kento could feel the way your hand tightened around the base of his dick to which he let out a muffled grunt. one hand is used to lightly push your head down onto him whilst the other slide slides up towards his tie, fully loosening it with only one goal in mind.

“there we go,” the blonde man nods in agreement to his own actions. his fingers had moved skilfully to tie your hair back and up in a messy ponytail. sure, it was messy — but that’s exactly how kento liked to see you every now and then; you slobbering all over yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks, body sweating and hair sticking to your skin. it was arousing to see.

you can’t help but try to touch yourself. even if kento had told you not to. there was no way you could hold back after seeing the look in his eyes—the gentle and loving yet possessive one.

“no, no. what’d i tell you? hands on me.” kento sighs softly once he felt your one hand travel off his dick and southwards on your own body. he responds physically as well by pulling at his tie that he had wrapped your hair in — tugging once as a warning. it stung a little, but it did its work.

your tongue continues to work its magic on kento’s entire length, memorising every little vein, the girth and size of it to the point you couldn’t think properly anymore. couldn’t think about anything but him. another light tug to your hair makes you whimper, the vibrations being released due to that making your lover shiver;

“you’re doing amazing. . keep going, sweetheart. i’ll reward you so well for this, okay? good, thank you.”

[satoruhour]

Satoru wanting to bang his gorgeous girlfriend but he also gets off on delayed gratification and making her beg so he keeps refusing to fuck her even though she begs for it. When he finally gives in, it’s a wild time!

a/n: this was a ride thank u anon 🫣🫣🫣

warnings: fem!reader, orgasm denial / delayed gratification, pet names, use of ‘slut’, light bondage, begging, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, implied overstimulation, n*sfw under the cut

a giggle escapes from satoru’s lips when he sees your sweaty chest heave up and down, wrists tied together loosely with some rope to hold you in place. but even that doesn’t prevent you from thrashing around on the bed, face contorting into a desperate plea for him to stop teasing.

“needy lil thing, aren’t you?” gojo hovers over you with his lanky body, perfect physique paired with a pretty face that you always find yourself giving into his ways ever so often. on your desk there’s an essay begging to be finished, and yet with one touch from him, you’re melting into him.

“abandoned your little assignment just for me.”

you’re whining incoherently, making no move to admit to your hormones despite not being gagged. satoru hums in reply, a hand trailing down to your neglected cunt which he’s already edged you twice; he sits on his heels to admire his work.

“i need you to tell me what you want, baby.” you huff out softly, not daring to speak. you settle just for pulling him with your legs instead and he knows what you want, he just likes to make you work for it. gojo smiles upon seeing your frustrated face morph into pleasure when he traces a finger along your folds.

he whistles, “so wettt . . too bad i’m not too sure what my slut wants.”

“’toru— y-you ass!” you scoff out with a choked moan when he teases his finger around your clenching hole. you’ve soaked past the sheets now and all you can do is mumble to yourself in hopes that he’d hear.

“wantyoutofuckme . .”

satoru is insufferable, humming exaggeratedly with a hand to his ear and a shit-eating grin. “what was that?”

you sigh, eyes breaking contact with his because of the sheer embarrassment and he tuts a little in disappointment. despite it, he’s giving it to you bit by bit; one finger in you, and a second, curling it so well that your back arches and you hear the creak of the headboard behind you; your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

“you’ve gotta stop being concerned with people hearing us, sweets.”

you scoff, “yeah, easy for you to say. you’re part of the dormitory counc—!” your own whimper cuts you off when he slaps your pussy, loving the way your juices accentuate the wetness. his fingers move slowly, quelling the dissatisfaction minimally.

“hear this? this pussy is just begging to be fucked . .” gojo pouts, getting real close to your cunt and the hot breath has you squirming before he lifts his hand and punctuates each word with a slap to your clit —

“but.” slap! “she’s.” slap! “not.” slap! “begging.” slap! “right!” slap!

— and it has you moaning out loud each time, tears filling your eyes at the pleasure you’ve been chasing so much and yet isn’t granted to you. you try again, cheeks burning with vulnerability.

“p—please . . satoru . .” again, he teases you, taking his already hard cock and slapping it against your folds. the slick noises make you flustered, but your boyfriend isn’t having any of it — he sees how you bound hands reach out and leans forward to kiss you, grabbing your chin with his hand and forcing you to look at him and he tries to resist fucking you senseless.

“please what? beg.” he knows you’re liking it from how your pussy flutters against his shaft and the neediness of your hips moving into his, and possibly the literal hearts in your pupils. he runs his thumb over your lips, dipping inside and dragging your jaw out that it muddles your words and renders it fairly incomprehensible.

“p . .please, satoru! pleaseplease fuck me—” you press your tongue against his thumb, sucking a little. gojo closes his eyes and swallows momentarily, willing himself not to stare at the drool, “wan’ you deep in me, wan’ your cum spillin’ outta m—!”

“s-shit . .” and satoru swears when he rams into you without warning, and you tense against the bonds at the sensation. his mouth falls open at the first thrust, the constant denied orgasms making your cunt just so slick and sloppy that it’s gross how much of your arousal spurts and sprays everywhere.

“f—full . . s’full!” you babble, fingers barely catching some white strands of his hair because you need something to hold on to, so your lover messily undoes his knots and you’re quick to pull him down for a sloppy, saliva-filled kiss as gojo’s hips stutter and fumble in you, because for as much as he liked to tease you, nothing compared to being in you. “satoru, satoru, satoruuu—!”

“fuckin’ slut, can’t keep her mouth shut o-once— haah . . once she has a dick in her, can she?” gojo taunts you with a laugh, pulling away from the kiss to push your legs to your chest and angles his hips, “how’s this?”

you’re whining loudly into the bedroom, hands scrambling to grab something when his cock reaches the deepest parts of you, cockhead kissing your cervix lightly. with each drag of his length along your gummy walls, it only urges satoru to his high as with you, abruptly drawn out of you when gojo presses his fingers into your clit and you’re clenching so so tightly.

“tha’s it . . cum all over this cock— give it all t’me, sweetheart,” he grunts out, engrossed in the lewdness of it all as his hands only push your plush thighs more and more into your tits and soon enough you’re cumming with the messy circles he leaves on your bundle of nerves.

“y—yes! r-right there, right there!” your brain has turned to mush the moment you reach your climax, body trembling so much from the intensity of it that you don’t realise satoru’s cumming deep in your cunt right after, breeding you until it spills out. you let out a surprised squeal when he flips you over and drags your ass up.

“we ain’t done just yet, darling,” a fitting gift for his baby who’s waited for so long; he smears the cum all around your core, grinding his pulsing, sensitive tip against your entrance and you whine into the sheets. “needa reward you for doing so well.”

request something here

[prettys0bbing]

been thinking about rafe x crybaby!reader with an oral fixation who just loves having his fingers or thumb in her mouth whenever they fuck :( !!

would be lovely if u could write something ab this hehe i rlly love ur blog !! <3

ur so sweet mwah hope you like it <3

“whaddya want?” rafe asks gruffly, not even looking up from where he’s busy filling some sort of paperwork out on the computer. you pull on his arm, moving it so you can sit on his lap. “miss you.” you respond softly, trying to stay still so he doesn’t make you get up. he pulls your back into him so he can continue working while looking over your shoulder. “gimme like ten minutes baby.” he speaks without even sparing you a glance, focusing on some email he had pulled up. you stare at him for a moment, completely dumbfounded. you pout at him, turning your place your head in the crook of his neck. “but i need you now.” you whine, placing a kiss on his jaw to try and convince him.

he looks at you for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. “yeah ‘course you do. needy fucking thing.” he grumbles, moving you so you’re straddling his thigh. “i’m working. take care of yourself.” you sit there for a minute, contemplating if it’s worth it or not when you feel his hands on your hips. “fuck did i say? get to it.” rafe begins to grind your hips along his thigh, setting a pace for you before continuing to work. your hips stutter for a moment, taking a second to remind yourself to move the same way he was. you can feel the roughness of his jeans through your underwear, catching on your clit in the best way. you let out soft whines, gaining speed as you chase after your release. you feel rafe begin bouncing his leg beneath you, the vibration adding to your pleasure.

“god. i n-need more please.” you whine, tears pricking your eyes as you need something else to put you over the edge. he scoffs before using his free hand and tapping at your lips, signaling for you to open up. “shut up. this is exactly what you asked for kid.” he places two fingers onto your tongue and you automatically begin sucking on them. you gag slightly as he thrusts them towards the back of your throat. you grind down harder, brain going fuzzy at the feeling of pure pleasure running through you. he fucks into your mouth with his fingers, letting your spit drip down your chin as he makes a mess of your mouth. “thas all you needed baby. just needed to shut up and trust me.” he teases, sending a final email before reaching in between your legs. he finds your clit and immediately starts circling it aggressively.

you moan around his fingers, tears threatening to fall as you feel your stomach getting tense. you grip rafes arms to steady yourself, trying to keep him close. you feel it wash over you, spasming in his arms as he continues touching you. he stops once you’ve completely finished, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. he wipes your spit off your chin, cleaning your face off a little before pulling you in for a kiss. “all better now? gonna sit still while i get shit done?” he asks softly, holding your face inches from his. you nod as you cuddle into him. “remind me that next time i want you to be quiet, all i gotta do is stick something in your mouth.” he points out, lightly pinching your thigh.

[ddejavvu]

Movie Stars - Eddie Munson x Reader

WC: 5K / navi / preview / request

Summary: Distracting Jason Carver means a lot of flirting, and Eddie isn't too happy about seeing his best friend hanging off of the star basketball player. Jealousy ensues, but will it ruin your friendship?

Contents/Warnings: Jealous!Eddie, arguments, silent treatment, Eddie is angry for a bit, fluff, angst, angst to fluff, fluffy ending, tooth rotting fluff, best friends to lovers

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

"Fuck," Eddie hisses, telltale sound of Jason Carver's booming voice bidding goodbye to his friends already starting down the hallway, "He's coming!"

Eddie hasn't finished the note he's scribbling yet, the prank being your idea after Jason dumped a carton of milk over Eddie's van just the day prior. Sitting out in the hot sun, his van reeked.

The note says something along the lines of 'Meet me under the bleachers tonight at midnight ;)', and Eddie takes care to use his fanciest calligraphy handwriting to make it seem adoring. You know Jason will fall hook, line, and sinker for the secret admirer gag, because his ego is through the roof and he's desperate for a girlfriend.

Your plan will land Jason shivering under the bleachers tonight, sprawled out over the dewy grass before he finally realizes no one's coming. You're hoping he ends up too tired for the game tomorrow night, and without their star player, the Hawkins High basketball team won't stand a chance.

You can hear the squeak of Jason's sneakers on the linoleum, thinking quick and dashing down the hallway.

"Hurry!" You hiss to Eddie, patting him on the shoulder hastily and nearly rocketing into the basketball star as you round the corner.

"Woah!" He steadies you, but looks rather unimpressed when he recognizes you, "What do you want, Y/L/N?"

"I- I was wondering if I could talk to you," You dip your head down slightly, making your eyes appear shinier as your lashes flutter prettily.

"About?"

"About," You drag the word out, sidestepping so that he can't duck around you, "Your game tomorrow! I'm really excited to see you play."

Jason's brow furrows, "You're coming?"

"Of course!" You keep your voice light and airy, a lovesick lilt to it that hurts to enforce, "I love watching you play."

"I thought you were Munson's girl," Jason narrows his eyes accusatorily at you, "Why aren't'cha hangin' with the freak?"

"We're just friends," Saying that is more painful than anything you've had to spew at Jason so far, but you try not to dwell on your underlying feelings for your best friend, "I.. I think you're really cool, Jason."

You almost puke. Inflating Jason's ego is easier than it looks, but it's sickening to watch him puff up with pride, a sick smirk sliding over his slimy face.

"Finally comin' around," He drawls, reaching a bold arm around your waist to drag you close to him. You stumble backwards slightly, your form now visible from the hallway, but not his. All that's visible from Eddie's position is you, Jason's arm around your waist and your hands pressing against what he's sure is Jason's chest to steady you.

"Oh!' You let out a surprised squeak, seeing Eddie's mane of brown hair bob down the hallway as he sprints for the exit, "Um, I'm sorry Jason, but I've gotta go!"

"But I thought-"

"See you tomorrow for the big game," You smile placatingly at him from against his chest, patting it softly as you untangle yourself, "I'm sure you'll play great!"

You're off and running before he could chase you, and you ignore his confused calls of your name. You follow where Eddie had gone, slipping out of the hallway doors and squinting when the sun hurt your eyes.

You spot Eddie no problem, your best friend stalking towards his van in the parking lot. A bright grin spreads over your face as you sprint towards him, knocking into his shoulder lightly as you join him.

"It worked!" You let out a celebratory cheer, an incredulous laugh lacing your words, "I didn't think-"

"Stop." Eddie snaps, pushing you gently away from where you'd been butting against his side.

"I.." You flounder for something to say, "I'm sorry, Eddie, did I hurt you, or-"

"I'm fine." Eddie refuses to meet your eye, his voice still cold and stretched thin, "I gotta go."

"So do I," You giggle carefully, "You wanna watch a movie or something?" You finally get a good look at his face and his eyes are raging, something that makes your chest tight. His jaw is tight and you long to brush a finger over it, easing its tension. But you don't.

You reach his van and tug expectantly at the handle but he brushes your hand away, ducking into the driver's seat, "No, Y/N, I have to go. Not you. I can't give you a ride today."

"Oh." You feel your stomach shift uncomfortably, a strange sinking feeling in its pit, "I thought.. but- but everyday, you-"

"Not today." He simply states, checking his mirrors to avoid your eye, "Bye."

"Bye," You hardly manage to answer, stepping back as his van roars to life. You watch him peel out of the parking lot with tears stinging at your eyes, then you hear the door open behind you.

"Y/N?" It's Jason's voice, and it grates irritatingly at your ears, "Who you waiting for?"

"No one." You mumble quietly, the realization saddening you, "I.. I've gotta go."

"Lemme give you a ride." He offers, and you expect a sleazy smirk on his face when you turn. Instead it's a soft furrow of his brow, concern etched into his annoying features.

"It's okay," You shake your head, "I.. I should just walk."

"You live, like, ten minutes from here, by car." Jason scoffs, "Come on, Y/N."

"No," You insist, "Really, it's fine. Thank you for the offer, Jason." You step back when he starts for you, frustration taking over his face, "I'll enjoy walking."

"Whatever." Jason rolls his eyes, "Y'know, I was trying to be nice to you. 'Thought you were all over me a few minutes ago."

"Just go," You grit your teeth, already starting down the street for home, "'See you tomorrow, I guess."

You hear him mumble something under his breath, and it sounds suspiciously like, 'not sure if I want to.' But you don't care, because you don't want to see him either, and he takes off in his car only a minute later, leaving you in the dust to walk alone.

For convenience's sake, you probably should have let him drive you. But you'd rather eat mud than let Jason Carver drive you home, giving him your address and ten minutes alone with you in an enclosed space.

When you finally make it home almost an hour later, your feet are killing you. You'd never realized how far you actually lived from the school, ten minutes in Eddie's van while he talked your ear off and blasted music seeming like mere seconds, over too soon.

Worry spikes in your chest at the reminder of Eddie's foul mood earlier. Did someone say something to him outside? Did he get caught by a teacher? Did he have detention?

Then you remember his eagerness to leave. Was he in trouble? Did he get hurt? Was there an emergency?

Against your body's desperate pleas for rest, you reluctantly keep your shoes on, tossing your backpack onto the couch. You'll get an earful from your parents later about the dirty bag on their clean furniture, but Eddie is more important than a lecture, and you set out again.

The sun is beating down on you as you trek to the trailer park, and it takes you even longer to get there than it had to get home. You're sluggish and sweaty when you finally traipse up the stairs to Eddie's trailer, knocking sharply on the door.

"Eddie?" You call, peering in a window to see the lights in his room on, "Eddie, open up!"

No reply. You shift on your feet, the soles of them aching, "Eddie, it's hotter than balls out here! Please just let me in!"

You hear light shuffling from behind the door, then a lock clicks, and Eddie stands unimpressed in front of you, the door swung open.

"What do you need?" He glares at you, his rotten behavior a complete 180 from his usual bubbly disposition. He gets a good look at your flushed, sweaty face, "Jesus, did you come from hell?"

"Almost," You grimace at the reminder of nearly being in Jason Carver's car, "Let me in."

You move to brush past Eddie but he sidesteps you, keeping you on the porch. Your lips part indignantly, "Eddie!"

"You can't come in." He grumbles, his brows low over his eyes, "Just go home, Y/N."

"I just walked here for an hour," You seethe, "And I did it because I was worried about you. Let me in, dickhead."

He scoffs unimpressed at you, and your heart stings. It's not the first time he's been cross with you, but it's the first time you don't know what you've done, and it hurts to know that he's being this cold.

He finally steps out of the way, and you head instantly for the kitchen. You rummage through a few plastic cups, pulling out your favorite one and filling it with water. While you're chugging it Eddie sits atop the counter, watching you warily.

"So fuckin' messy," He chides, his voice still sharp, "Get over here."

He swipes a thumb over your cheek, smearing away a droplet of water that you'd managed to spill. His touch feels amazing, which is scary because you've only been deprived of it for a few hours, but he pulls away far too soon and crosses his arms over his chest.

"So?" He raises a brow at you, "What do you need?"

"I need to know what's wrong with you," You soften your voice, staring up at him imploringly where he's perched on the counter, "I.. I don't know what happened, but I know something's wrong. And I hate it when you're angry at me, but now I don't even know what I did, and-" Your voice teeters on the edge of cracking, and you rein yourself in with a deep, steady inhale, "I don't know what to do. I don't like this."

You feel hot tears brim in your eyes, and you blink rapidly to try and dissolve them. You're embarrassed, and you're not sure if it's for doing whatever you did, for not knowing what you did, or for crying. You feel pathetic, and you look away from Eddie miserably.

You can't see it, but his teeth dig gently into his bottom lip. He's never made you cry before. Tears sting at his own eyes, a warning of what's to come if he keeps brushing you off, and his hand shakes as he reaches it towards you.

"Y/N.." He breathes carefully, ghosting a hand over your shoulder. You flinch away from the contact and he can pinpoint that as the exact second his heart breaks, biting his tongue to keep himself from crying.

"You.. you don't get to touch me," You whisper, a broken sound as your arms wrap around yourself in a semi-comforting hug, "Not yet. Not until this is over. What did I do, Eddie, why are you treating me like this?"

This time it's Eddie feeling the absence of your comforting touch, itching to yank you into a bear hug and suffocate you until you're not angry with him anymore. Having something taken away is much different than being the taker, Eddie finds out, and he curls his fingers around the counter to prevent himself from crossing your boundaries and smothering you with apologies.

"I was upset.." The past tense refers to only seconds before, still mad when you'd shown up. But your tears had simply eradicated his jealousy, the shining trails down your cheeks stabbing at his chest.

It's a shitty explanation and he knows it. He watches your face screw up, your eyes squeezed tightly shut as your lips purse to withhold a sob.

"I.." He continues, desperate to comfort you but unable to, knowing the words that were about to escape him were meaningless against your tears, "I got jealous, sweetheart."

"Jealous?" You query brokenly, your voice thick with sadness, "Of who?"

"Of Jason," He admits bravely, putting himself out of his comfort zone to pull you back into your own, "You were.. you were really layin' it on thick, baby."

The pet names don't instill the same comfort they normally do in you, but they do assure you that Eddie can't be too mad at you. You sniffle miserably, glancing up at him through tears, "So? 'Was just for some stupid prank." You rub at your nose with your sleeve, "Why did that make you jealous?"

"Cause it sounded right." Eddie sighs, rubbing a hand over his tired expression, "It.. it looked right, too. I mean, it looked wrong, you and him. But his arm looked.. natural around your waist. And your hands were all over his chest," He groans, "It just seemed real."

You're skeptical now, squinting up at him suspiciously, still through a layer of unshed tears, "So? What are you trying to say, Eddie?"

Eddie lets out a strangled, frustrated groan, hopping down from the counter, "I'm saying I want my arm around your waist!"

You've got the same unwavering, confused look on your face, and Eddie's not bothered to admit to himself that he wants to kiss it off of you. But he doesn't want to scare you, so he backs against the counter instead, "I like you, Y/N."

"I should fucking hope so." You mumble, "'Been best friends for years."

"No, I- hnggh," He nearly laughs, your obliviousness comically intense, "Y/N, I'm in love with you."

Now that, you understand.

His confession hits you like a ton of bricks, and you stand frozen, dumbfounded in his cramped kitchen. He had never confessed to you in the first place out of a fear of rejection, and now every second that you stay silent he feels the crack in his heart slowly tear apart.

Finally, finally you speak, mumbling an abrupt, "Oh."

"Oh?" He repeats fearfully, "What does 'oh' mean?"

"Oh."

"Come on baby," He jests weakly, "'Gotta give me a little more than that."

"You.." Your brows dip adorably into a furrow, "You like me?"

"I do." He nods once, "Is that... is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay," Your shoulders relax from where they'd been stiff by your ears, and Eddie swears he can feel every ounce of tension leaking from his body, "I like you too, Eddie."

You say it so casually, and it's the answer Eddie had been hoping for, but the relief that rushes through him at your admission is heavenly. He wonders if you really know just how much it meant to him, the five simple words that you're changing his life with.

"You.. you do?" He asks, hesitant to get ahead of himself in case this was a bizarre, torturous dream that would shatter him when he woke up, "'Cause you don't have to lie to me, baby. If you don't, it's okay, I won't-"

"Shh," You step forwards, placing a finger over his lips and gazing into his eyes. He swears he's dreaming when you drag the finger from his lips over his chin, up his jaw, and settle it into his hairline as your other hand comes up to join the first one on his free cheek.

You're cupping his cheeks. You're cupping his cheeks, Eddie can feel his heart racing as you stare at him, your gaze dreamy.

"I'm not lying." You insist, "Of course I like you. How could I not? You've got these pretty brown eyes," You muse softly, your thumbs ghosting over the soft skin beneath them, "And your nose is so nice," You run a finger down it affectionately, then lean in to pop a kiss to its tip, “‘S good for kissin’.” He feels his heart explode, then your finger immediately goes back to his cheek, "And.. and you've got really nice lips."

To prove your final point your fingers dance over them, the soft pillowy pads dipping slightly under the pressure you apply. Eddie feels like he's dreaming, caught up in some heavenly universe that he could get sucked out of any second, and he tries desperately to commit the feeling of you admiring him to memory before it slips away.

"I want to kiss you," You confess, your fingers pressing softly against his lips, "Can I?"

'Course you can," He breathes incredulously, his lips puckering to press gently into the pads of your fingertips. It's intimate, love bleeding through the gesture.

You only remove your hands to fulfil your promise, pressing your lips to his own in a careful, delicate kiss. It's soft, sweet, and dizzying, only lasting for a few seconds before you both pull away. Your head is fuzzy, and it leaks into your heart. He's looking at you like you hung the moon, his big doe eyes shining with adoration as they flit over your face.

He can't believe this is real. He can't fathom that he's just kissed you, that you've just kissed him, that you two have kissed.

He’s not sure how many nights he’s fallen asleep thinking about you. He tends to fantasize, though it’s a word he’ll never use for fear of embarrassment, about you. It's easier to fall asleep when someone else is there, and it's the easiest thing in the world when it's you. Most nights feature different fantasies, scenes in time from the preview of a movie he hopes is starting now.

Some nights he imagines what it would be like to teach you to play the guitar. You’ve strummed his mindlessly a few times, but he drifts off thinking about how adorable you’d be with his guitar in your lap, your fingers running cautiously over the strings as he compliments how metal you’re becoming.

Other nights you’re going grocery shopping with him in his daydreams. You lead him down the aisle, your fingers eagerly stretched towards a package of Oreos, and he gives in only if you promise to let him kiss the cream off of you after you’ve had a few.

The there’s the less common, but still precious, vacation fantasy. He supposes he doesn’t think about this one as often because he’s content where he is, as long as you’re there too. Still, sometimes it’s nice to imagine a ski lodge with you, snowflakes dotting your eyelashes and frosty air nipping at your nose. He’d make you hot chocolate, extra whipped cream and marshmallows, then he’d let you fall asleep on his shoulder before a roaring fire.

But this, you gently pressing your silky soft lips to his own slightly chapped ones in the dinky little kitchen of his trailer after confessing your love to him? He’s going to rewatch this scene every night for the rest of his life.

He doesn't think he looks much like a movie star. Maybe the star of an action movie, a rugged adventurer. But never a romance. Romances aren't made with guys like him, guys who have messy hair down their back and tattoos littering their chest. Romances are made for proper couples, couples that live in a three bedroom home, two kids inside and another on its way, dog and a picket fence. Couples that host backyard barbecues, that go to the lake on sundays, that buy their kids barbie dolls and monster trucks.

Not him.

You, though? You were made to be a star. Your pretty face, your sweet eyes and your soft lips. You're the pinnacle of romance, and it feels foreign to Eddie that he isn't an audience member anymore, instead the lead actor.

Eddie doesn't know what he's done to land the starring role in your romance, but he swears right then and there that he'll never botch the job.

"You taste good." You absentmindedly ghost your tongue over your lips, saliva now glistening on them as you contemplate, "You're sweet."

Eddie is absolutely certain you're wrong. He probably tastes like smoke, sweat, and the trail mix he'd had for lunch, which he assumes isn't a very appealing combination. But you lean in again with no hesitation, pressing your slightly dampened lips to his own.

This time, he lets himself react. Before he'd been frozen in terror, sure that any sudden movement would spook you and you'd flee. But now? Now he dives in.

He brings his hands to cup your cheeks, tilting your face slightly so that his nose doesn't run into your own. He'll admit, rubbing noses with you is one of his favorite things, or, used to be, before he kissed you for the first time, because it was just about the closest he could get without actually kissing you. He was always able to pass it off as a friendly gesture of affection, scrunching his face up into a smile and brushing his nose against your own. But now the gently brush of skin on skin is nothing compared to your lips on his.

His tongue longs to roll into your mouth, but he doesn't want to take things too far, not yet. He wants to savor this, he wants to feel every step of the process, cherish it before it gets too hot and heavy. Right now, he wants to kiss you, nothing more.

He brushes his tongue softly over your bottom lip to satiate his urges. It draws a soft whimper out of your mouth, a sound that, in any other circumstances would go straight south. But it warms his heart this time, hearing how much you're enjoying finally kissing him.

Though this kiss lasts longer than the last, it's still short. He really does want to take things slow, and he breaks away to rest his forehead against yours.

He can't help the grin that grows over his lips. He feels a similar one stretch your cheeks, his hands still cupping the slight pudge there. He's squealing inside, reduced to a giggling schoolgirl stomping his feet and doodling your names together inside of an arrow-struck heart. But he keeps himself relatively cool on the outside, feeling you press yourself tighter against him.

"Did I.. was that good? For you?" You question hesitantly, and his eyes drift open to meet your own only centimeters away. He realizes that you're insecure, that your eyes are wide with anxiety and that you're stiff in his grip.

Something is flattering about that. You'd just kissed him dizzy, reduced him to a blushing mess, and still you were worried about his enjoyment.

"That was.. perfect." He breathes, tilting his head up to nuzzle his nose with yours, the familiar gesture skyrocketing in intensity, "I've been dreaming about that, baby."

"Dreaming? About me?" Your eyes shine, and Eddie promises to himself that the next time you close them, he'll kiss the lids. He wants to kiss every pretty part of you, from head to toe.

"About you," He confirms, "You're the star of all my dreams, sweetheart."

You giggle at that. He sees the tension drain from your frame, anxiety about not being good enough, and he watches you embrace your new role as lead actress.

"I've dreamt about you before too." You admit, raising one hand to press against one of his on your cheek, "We took your van to space, it turned into a rocket."

He lets out an amused laugh at your nonsensical dreams, not sure how to correct you that his were more on the domestic side.

"A rocket? That's cool." He murmurs, refraining from speaking too loud lest he shatters the silent intimacy you've created in the kitchen of his trailer.

"Eddie?" You hum softly, twisting one of his rings mindlessly around his fingers with your eyes downcast, "What are we now?"

He feels himself sucked out of his role. He swallows dryly, realizing that there was still a chance you might not want to be his costar.

"Well," He starts, his voice much more confident than he is, "Would you like to date me, sweetheart? I could be your boyfriend, if you want."

Then a blinding smile breaks over your face, and he's not worried anymore.

"I want you to be my boyfriend," You nod eagerly, now bouncing on the balls of your feet on the tile, "You mean it, Eddie?"

"'Course I mean it," He urges, "I'll give you my jacket when you're cold, and I'll catch you when you jump into my arms to say hello, and I'll lend you my shirts to wear for bedtime."

"You already do all of that stuff," Your nose wrinkles slightly in confusion, "I'm wearing your shirt right now."

He glances down at your torso, and hooks a finger under the hem of your jacket to reveal an old Iron Maiden shirt he'd let you borrow. He feels sheepish as he realizes he's already been pseudo-dating you for years, and picks out the one thing he's missed.

"Well then I'll kiss you," He promises, "All the time."

"All the time?"

"All the time." He threatens, his eyes growing wide as his hands clamp onto your hips, "You won't ever escape."

"Eddie!" You shriek as you make a run for it, giggling relentlessly as you sprint through his trailer and into his bedroom. He races after you, catching you before you can beeline for the closet and catapulting you onto his mattress. You land with a hearty bounce, and Eddie hovers over you before your back hits the bed again.

"Come here," He growls teasingly, his curls spread over your face as he digs his nose into your neck. His lips form rapidfire kisses on your skin, drawing hearty laughter from your chest that he hopes is part of the soundtrack for your movie, because he wants to listen to it on repeat. He presses his lips tight to your jaw, blowing a sloppy raspberry there and tightening his hold on your hips when you try squirming away.

"Eddie!" You finally manage to catch his face in your hands, tugging it away from where he's smothering it into your cheek, "Eddie, that tickles!"

You're breathless, your chest heaving with laughter, and Eddie takes pride in being able to do that to you. He makes you laugh. He makes you smile. He makes you happy.

You're staring up at him with a lovesick grin on your face that he's sure is displayed over his mouth too. So he connects them, bending his elbows to kiss you for real.

Despite your somewhat suggestive position, he keeps his hands to himself. They're holding your hips, content in their positioning as he lays another sweet kiss to your lips. This time when he breaks away he collapses beside you, keeping one leg thrown over yours. His hair fans out over the pillow and tickles your face, and your nose scrunches as you splutter.

“Sorry,” He’s really not, because getting to see your face all bunched up as his hair tickled your nose was priceless, but he lies.

“‘S okay,” You grab one of the strands you’d just spit out of your mouth, twisting the end of it around your finger, “And your hair! I like your hair too.”

Eddie’s heart explodes as he realizes you’re adding onto his list of likable qualities from before.

"Oh yeah? Well," He decides to return the favor, slipping his arm underneath yours that's still toying with his hair, "I like your nose."

He leans in to press his lips to it, "Yours is good for kissing too."

You giggle under him, a light, airy sound that sends his tummy turning.

"And your eyes," He runs a thumb through your lashes and they flutter beneath his touch, "'Can see aaaall that love you've got in there for me."

He realizes too late that it's a step you haven't taken yet as lovers. Sure, you've told him that you love him plenty of times, and he has too. But now it's different, now it's more.

But, he realizes, as your eyes shine with adoration, your lips moving to echo his sentiment, it's not more. It's the same as he's always felt about you, suffocating, intoxicating, all-consuming. He's loved you like this forever.

He grins as you tell him you love him without hesitation. He feels like the luckiest man in the world as he settles down beside you, your eyes following his as your lovesick grin becomes permanent. He's not sure if his own will ever fade, not as long as he's got you by his side. Just like you are now, tucked neatly into his chest, the collar of your jacket riding up to cover your jaw. He tugs it down and presses a kiss to the jut of your chin, then leaves his face there nestled into your own. He feels your own lips pucker to stain his skin with a soft peck, tightening his hold around your waist as he keeps you close to him in his bed.

"Y'sleepy?" You drag a single finger through his hair, letting your nail ghost over his scalp. He nearly purrs, reduced to a clingy kitten amidst the tsunami of love that had just washed over you both.

"Just happy." He hums. The droop of his eyelids is drawn from contentedness rather than exhaustion, the haze taking over his brain comes from the steady scent of you that he's breathing in while his face is nuzzled against your own.

"Me too," You admit, "Can we just stay here for a while?"

"Baby," He chuckles breathily against your face, seemingly unable to stop the onslaught of kisses that he's smothering you with, "We're never getting out of this bed again. I'm keeping you here forever."

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[chrollohearttags]

oh nufffinnnn just thinking bout eren telling reader to “stop running” and to “move her hand”

why? Whyyyy would y’all do this to meeeee? 😫 knees just buckled and everything (and not just because one of them is out of place)

content warning/themes: bsf eren bc im obsessed now, black fem reader (plus size descriptors) missionary, mentions of nudes, back scratching, hair pulling, daddy’s used, pet names (pretty girl, mama) creaming, full nelson

“ ‘Ren!—Eren, okaaayy! Ooh, you win!”

crying out in a fussy huff as your once best friend turned lover hovered the entirety of his six foot three slender frame towered over yours. A firm grip from both hands keeping your feet pent back near your head and your legs wide open..perfect for him to fuck you as he saw fit. How exactly had you landed yourself in such a position? Well..

“I know. I always do, baby. So I don’t know why you play like I can’t handle your fine ass..talking about ‘you don’t even know what to do with me’…out ‘your fucking mind. And I told you to stop tryna’ run because you’re not going anywhere. Take this fucking dick like a good girl. You can do that, can’t you?”

once again, silly banter ensued between you two and he yet again, had to prove you wrong. It wasn’t long after he had exited basketball practice and an intense workout; still pent up with energy and plenty of arousal..especially after you sent him some rather salacious messages. The two of you weren’t certain if you were ready to put a label on things but you were damn sure having a ball engaging in activities that couples would. Like calling one another pet names, even around other people. This time, he just so happened to be changing in front of his two closest homeboys when you FaceTimed…fresh out the shower, wrapped in a towel and looking good as fuck! The thoughts that ran through his head were not ones that he should have around other people. He had to all but restrain himself from getting hard right there in that locker room. And you didn’t make matters worse when he got to his car and you had sent him nudes. “I’m at practice right now, mama, I gotta call you back.” Videos of you playing with that pretty pussy, telling him to come stretch you out instead. Taunting him with mentions of being too tired to handle you. Watching cream drip all down those fingers..and the sound of wetness while that sexy voice moaned his name and called him daddy? You had to pay for that! So he cleared up any confusion when he stopped by your apartment, keys still in hand when you strutted out in nothing more than an anklet, white painted toes and a bonnet. Dropping to your knees to devour his dick where he stood. Spitting, slurping and sucking him off as if you lacked a gag reflex. He couldn’t believe how nasty you got for him..it was treatment he could get used to! Which in turn, swiftly got you hoisted up in the air and fucked into oblivion, right there in that living room. Only now, he was getting his lick back for your earlier commentary.

“You so deep in this fucking pussy, daddy…I—I’m sorrryyy.”

attempting to tap at his abs and push him away.. to which he’d only laugh, slapping it out of the way with minimal force because you were so depleted. He’d slow down his thrusts just a tad because maybe he had been fucking your shit up. But you weren’t done yet, he was sure and neither was he. You were going to eat your words. Slowly circling that clit with his thumb pad, he’d coo to you with the other palm on your cheek, finally releasing the grip on your legs..

“Yeah? You’re sorry? Afraid I can’t accept that, pretty girl…imma need you to come for me at least two more times before I can forgive you..”

it was in that moment that you realized what type of demon you were truly messing with! Leaning down, he’d spit into your slippery folds and keep pumping that cock in and out. “Oh my God, I can’t stand youuuu..shit!” Laughing as you glared up at one another, laughing and enjoying the moment. But you weren’t getting let off of the hook so easily!

“And move that hand, you’re not slick..you’re getting all this dick. Show me you can handle it.”

[marwolaeth-76]

Can u maybe write smut about veneer😣? (Preferably maybe r is dom, u can pick the gender) basically r and fucking veneer right before a concert and veneer is a MESS cuz hes so desperate 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hey!! Thank you for your request! I enjoyed writing this, I hope I satisfied your request🩷

I want to tell everyone else who is also waiting for their requests, I will definitely write everything within a few days, thank you for your understanding💘💘

Veneer x Reader !smut before the concert

cw: sucking dick, dirty talk, just NSFW content!

!!all characters are adults!!

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Standing in a utility room with dusty shelves, a small creaky chair and all sorts of props, you look at Veneer with a defiant fire in your eyes. Of course, the pop star knows what you want, and he wants it too. “Can you wait and do it after the concert? huh, to tell the truth, I also have a desire to do this, but there’s less than half an hour left, and besides, Vel is probably already looking for me..“ - The guy retreats in a slightly nervous tone, crossing his thin arms over his chest and looking at you from above down, lightly biting the inside of his lip out of nervousness. You look at Veneer with a sharp gaze, like a trigger, you won’t let it go just like that. Veneer felt your hand trail up his thigh towards the place where he needed you most and felt his blood run cold, “I feel that you want this too, Vee” - You grin almost evilly at him, while the star looks away in embarrassment and snorted displeasedly. “just let me help with this, I don't think performing on stage with that rock hard boner would be a good idea.” A small drop of cold sweat runs down the guy's face when he feels your hand begin to slightly squeeze his bulge under his gold-plated shorts. After hesitating for a few seconds, he rolled his eyes and nodded at you, giving his consent. You quickly lead the guy to that flabby chair at the end of the small room, sitting him down and kneeling in front of him. Quickly pulling down his shorts and his boxers, you mischievously lick your lips, which have become dry from lip tint. “Oh damn! baby just look at this, you want pleasure so bad!” Fidgeting in his chair, Veneer whines: “pleaaase hurry up..! and don’t talk to me when your head is near my dick, it feels like you’re not talking to me..“ You just roll your eyes mischievously, finally looking up at your boyfriend - a star, with a thirsty sparkle. he’s so sensitive, it’s an absolute shame…The poor thing presses himself so hard into the chair until his knuckles turn white from the tension with which he holds the arms of the chair. Eating his dick up as if you’ve been starved for it. sticky saliva ooze and seep all down the sides as you take it to the back of your throat with no regard for your own breathing. “o-oh man! You gotta slow down…oh my gosh, I-I can't!“

You care even less when he busts dick in the back of your throat and you just keep sucking without a care. Gulping, gagging and slurping noises filling the once quiet room, right along with Veneer’s pathetic moans. His breathing is so erratic it's like he's running cross-country. Sucking his throbbing cock so greedily, playing with his dick in your mouth, speeding up and slowing down your pace, releasing so much sticky saliva onto your chin and his thighs..it’s as sexy as it messy. And the pop star wants, no, he longs for this to continue, there is so little time left, but he, like a puppy thirsty caress, is unable to stop you. Whimpering moans covered by one of his hands, Veneer tries to be quieter, the singer’s trembling and sweetly pleading-sounding voice can only say “mgh.. yees!, please d-don’t stop, swallow it all.” Approaching his end, Veneer looks down at you, his eyebrows are drawn together on the bridge of his nose, his lips are slightly parted, he is a complete mess and wants you not to stop. His moans get louder as you suck harder, allowing him to push the tip of his cock down your throat. The baby literally begs you with his gaze, his hand gently rests on the top of your head, stroking your hair. “s-sweetheart, please don't stop, I beg you..” Seeing how clouded in mind Veneer acts, you cannot tease him any more, you love your boy too much to be so angry towards him. Increasing the pace of your eating the hot rod, you first hear a plaintive moan, similar to a whine, after which you feel your boyfriend’s sticky hot sperm filling your mouth, removing his penis, he came a little more on your cheek, causing a dissatisfied tsokon from you. “damn, your sperm is more bitter than last time, stop eating all shit already, Veneer“ Veneer looks at you with a tired and indignant look, after which his green lips stretch slightly into a lazy grin. “it was sooo mess.. but I really like it"

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

CHANGE OF PLANS

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - When plans don't go as expected, Jackson refuses to go home empty handed.

Warnings - 18+, noncon, sex tape, anal, rough sex

Word count - 4k+

You couldn’t even drink the overpriced, heavily sweetened, high calorie dense coffee in your hand. All you could do was stir your drink with your stirrer, your eyes were red and mouth dry from that overnight flight. It felt like there was a bottomless pit in your stomach, growing continuously.

Jackson sat across from you, watching you like a prey. He was trying to deconstruct everything you were thinking. His eyes were dark and jaw clenched as he let his coffee go cold. Tapping his fingers on his thigh, his sight lowered to your cleavage, he felt his cock twitch. 

The phone rang, instantly Jackson brought it to his ear and spoke, “hello?”

Your eyes shot up to him, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Shivers were running in all directions across your skin. Jackson’s expression showed how focused he was on the call, but he showed no emotion. 

“Oh, lucky us. Contact me when you have more information” Jackson gritted his teeth. Hanging up the phone, Jackson slid it back into his jacket pocket. He stared off into the distance, watching the travelers come and go. “You lucky fucking bitch” Jackson snarled, his eyes snapped to you, your eyebrows furrowed and blood froze. “Keefe left the room early due to an emergency…” Jackson explained, his words trailing. “Luckily enough we were notified before we could make the hit” he added, his stare was intimidating, as if this was all your fault. 

His hand started tapping on the flimsy table in a rhythm as he thought. “Change of plans unfortunately, if you want your dad to live, you gotta come with me” Jackson sighed, he was not going home empty handed. Jackson stood up and picked up his small luggage. You stared at him with wide eyes.  

“But I did what you asked me!” You cried out, your voice went dry and your body began to shake. Looking down at you, he sighed and kneeled beside you. 

“Yes, I know you were a good girl. And since you were such a good girl, I think you’d be more than happy to do one more thing for me” Jackson winked to you, holding your hands in his. It was difficult with how to react, you just wanted to go home, too exhausted to even consider what he wanted from you. The advantage of witnesses was on your side, he couldn’t force you out. Jackson picked up on this instantly, “remember your dad’s life is only one call away” he hissed, tapping his foot impatiently. 

Blinking back the tears, you stood up and picked up your luggage. He held out his hand for you, reluctantly you took it. Following Jackson out of the crowded terminal, his hold was harsh as he was almost yanking your arm out of its socket. Arriving at the taxi stand, you got into one almost instantly. 

Instead of you both sitting on either side of the back, Jackson decided to sit in the middle. “Where bouts you going?” The driver asked, having a zero care factor in his tone.

“To a motel” Jackson sighed, his hand resting on your knee. 

“Which one?” The driver scoffed. 

“Any” Jackson muttered and gestured his hand for the driver to hurry up, he was impatient.  

You remained curled up against the door, looking out the window in hopes for any distractions, the Miami sun shined on your face yet you still felt so cold. Jackson pulled back out his phone and made a call. His words fell dead on your ears, your mind felt fuzzy. You were meant to be going home, but now he’s probably going to be holding you in captivity until he figures out his new game plan, thinking of a way to keep you quiet. His hand was tracing circles on your thigh, he hung up and looked down to you. 

“You okay?” Jackson murmured. The driver would be oblivious to his true sinister nature. You could only act and nod your head, his smile was innocent to the blind eye. Pressing his lips to your temple, you had to resist your gag. 

The driver dropped you off at the motel, it looked dirty and cheap, so there would definitely be a room. You followed Jackson into the reception room, he gestured to you to take a seat as he walked up to the receptionist. Within a couple of minutes, Jackson was fiddling with the room key and tilted his head towards the door for you to follow. 

Trailing up the stairs behind him, your eyes darted around as he stuck the key into the lock. The door creaked open, Jackson waltzed inside and threw his bag onto the chair, bee lining straight to the bathroom. Creeping inside, you looked around the cheap room, to be fair, it didn’t look so bad. Just outdated and maybe a bit too dusty. 

Jackson washed his face and stared in the mirror, his expression dark and cold as his fingers tapped on the countertop. Through the mirror, you were in sight, awkwardly standing in the corner of the room, looking down. Appearing back into the room, Jackson grinned to you as he laid on the bed, his elbows propped up his upper body. 

“Come to me” his smug look sent shivers down your spine. 

Hesitantly, you approached Jackson, your arms crossed over as you rubbed anxiously. Standing before him, your eye level was low, as Jackson stared you up and down continuously.

“Did I tell you how breathtaking I think you are?” Jackson asked, his mouth ajar open, ocean blue eyes fixated on you. You knew exactly where this was going. The last thing you wanted to do was engage in this conversation, but you didn’t want to know the consequences if you didn’t. But hey, he’s probably just a two pump chump like the rest of them and then your nightmare will be over. 

“N-no” you shuddered. 

“Come here then, let me tell you” Jackson purred, slightly flexing his hips forward towards you, you couldn’t hide your expression of shock when you saw the tent in his pants. 

The ache told you in your body that you needed to throw up, but you had to swallow that thought as you did as he said. Sitting on the bed next to him, his lips pressed to the crook of your neck instantly. Shuddering, your arms locked over your chest as he hummed by you. 

“Such a pretty girl” Jackson complimented you, his hand gripping onto your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. Should have worn pants, you swore to yourself. “What a good girl you have been for me” Jackson smiled, his tongue gently swirling over your earlobe. Without your consent, Jackson started unbuttoning your blouse. “Are you going to stay a good girl for me?” Jackson asked condescendingly as he forced your arms to your sides.

“Y-yes” you whimpered whilst he was kneading your tits, admiring your pretty little cream bra.  

The fabric was pulled off of your arms. Unclasping the hooks, Jackson took off your bra and stared at your exposed chest in awe. “So fucking breathtaking, you were quite distracting, I won’t lie. I had to jerk off a couple of times watching you, my desires got the better of me!” Jackson moaned, his mouth now over your chest as his tongue began to swirl over your hardened nipple. “Wanted to sneak into your room and fuck you dirty so bad…” he mumbled, smelling in your scent. “Lie down” Jackson ordered, pushing you gently. 

Obeying him, you lied on the bed and Jackson smiled down at you. Jackson hopped off the bed and went to his bag, he pulled out a tie a matching shade to his jacket and walked back over to you. “Hands above your head, love” Jackson winked, kneeling on the edge of the bed. 

“Please” you whimpered, 

“Do you trust me baby girl?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow up, following up with lifting you to the head of the bed. 

No. But you would be an idiot to say that to him. 

Reluctantly with a staggered breath, you raised your hands above your head. Jackson swiftly and tightly tied your hands through a loop in the bed frame. Giving it a test tug, you were helpless underneath him. The smirk was evil as he looked down to your exposed chest, his hand trailing over your hardened nipples. 

Jackson sighed as he hopped back off the bed, heading back over to his belongings. Anxiously you watched his back, he pulled out an object and was fiddling with it. 

“What are you doing?” You whined slightly, the anticipation was killing you, shamefully, you wanted him to just get to it. 

When Jackson turned around, your stomach fell. Why the fuck does he have a camrecorder? One of those small ones that can fit into an inside jacket pocket, with a flip screen. 

Jackson chuckled as he walked back over to the bed, placing the camcorder on the edge of the bed. “Insurance” he answered with a tsk as he took off his jacket. 

“Please no! Please don’t do this!” You begged, the last thing you wanted was to have his assault on tape. When Jackson ignored your pleas, you tried to kick it off, hopefully break it but Jackson caught your foot and gave you a warning look. 

“Oh baby girl, don’t worry. This is more so for personal pleasure. I won’t show a soul, unless you decide to be a brat and make any false claims to anyone about me… You’d hate to have this sent to everyone you know, ruining your reputation over some little lies about a friendly stranger sitting next to you, wouldn’t you?” Jackson shot you a deadly glare as he slid off your heels, his hands caressing over your shivering skin. 

“Please!” You tried to beg, but you knew it was falling on deaf ears. 

“Don’t make me fucking gag you” Jackson snarled as he pounced on top of you, his hand wrapping around your throat. “I want to hear those pretty moans of yours” he whispered, his lips gently brushing over yours as you shivered at his touch. “I thought you trusted me” Jackson pouted, noticing how badly you were trying to break out of the restraint. “Be a bad girl and I’ll leave you on the edge. But be a good girl, and you can come as many times as you want. That’s a fair deal isn’t it?” Jackson asked smugly. 

This was Jackson’s stress reliever, his payback, as if you were the emergency to get Keefe out of the hotel. Now because of this misconvenience Jackson will have to go back to the drawing board, and get a large sum cut from his paycheck for missing the deadline. He always knew the chances of it not going to plan, there were precautions put in place if this did indeed happen. It was just a bitch when it did indeed happen, it was like getting a shit review on Yelp. There would only be one more chance however, so if Jackson fucked that up then he is done for. 

The pressure of his bulge pressed into your open stomach. You remained still underneath him, not wanting to create any friction between the two of you. Jackson pressed his lips to the side of your mouth, and then the other side, and then he kissed you fully. Fearfully, you opened your mouth for his tongue to slide in as he grips onto your breasts. 

“If we met under more traditional circumstances, I would have asked you out on a date” Jackson admitted, his thumb rolling over his lower lip. The frightening thing is that you would have said yes under different circumstances. “Who knows, maybe after this I still might” Jackson shrugged his shoulders as he slipped down the bed to pull off your skirt and panties. 

Jackson groaned at the sight of your clean cunt, you tried to press your thighs together but he harshly smacked your side. 

“Don’t be a bad girl” he warned, pointing his index finger at you. 

You sobbed as you forced yourself to spread your legs apart, not fully, but enough to be considered a good girl. Turning on the camcorder, Jackson bent down, his hand pushing your thigh to the side to get a clear view of your dripping cunt.  

“Oh baby, is this all because of me?” Jackson whispered, his fingers stroking down your gushing entrance. “I knew you felt the same way as me” he said to himself, but you heard loud and clear. 

Jackson slipped in his index finger, before you could react, a small moan slipped out of your lips. Forcing your mouth shut by biting onto your lower lip, Jackson sighed as he watched the footage record on the small screen. When a second digit went in, your teeth cut into the skin of your lip. Your moans were muffled, hips wiggling underneath him. Then, when a third digit slid in and hit your pressure point, you moaned out loudly, unable to hold it in anymore. 

“There she is” Jackson smirked, pointing the recorder at your face. Hiding your face to the side in shame, Jackson continued to record you, his fingers viciously pumping in and out of you. Your mouth hung open as your moans rung through the room. 

Butterflies in your stomach, hips rocking with the motions of his fingers and chest heaving, you desperately tried to think of anything else to forget about the sensations bolting up your skin. But everything was failing horribly. How could it be so wrong yet feel so fucking good?

“Do you need to orgasm already?” Jackson questioned, feeling your walls clench against his fingers. Your body shivered with disgust and pleasure, you did, you desperately did. 

Jackson’s mouth hung open as he moved up the bed to get a close angle of your face. “Don’t look away” he warned, still pumping his fingers viciously inside of you. “I want to get your climax on camera” he explained. “Everyone should see how fucking good you feel right now” his tone was mumbling now. 

Shortly, Jackson got what he wanted as your walls clenched around his fingers. You screamed out, all on camera as your eyes rolled back and body shook with pleasure. He made sure to get the perfect close up on your display of pure pleasure. 

“Fuck, you’re something else” Jackson’s smile was psychotic. 

As you were recovering from your post orgasmic state, your stomach felt full of anxiety. It was oblivious to you when Jackson unbuckled his belt and pulled out his large size. On his knees next to your head, he stroked himself, Jackson waited for you to notice him and when you finally did, you couldn’t help but to sob at the sight of his size. 

Turning your head to the side, as if it would make this all stop, Jackson laid the head of his cock on your flustered cheek. You mewled as the firm feeling on your skin, Jackson still recording you laughed, “come on baby, don’t be mean” Jackson cooed, tapping his cock on your cheek now. 

His tip slipped into your mouth as soon as you turned your head back. A low groan lingered out of his mouth as he gently started to thrust his cock deeper into your mouth, filling your mouth to the rim. The position of your arms started to ache, Jackson moved himself so he was straddling you, his twitching cock trapped into your mouth. It didn’t take long for you to gag, your arms thrashing around as you struggled to breathe. But Jackson just smiled as he continued to record you. The cries and gags sent vibrations up his length. 

With your legs kicking around, your eyes were completely swelled up with tears, your mascara slowly running down your cheeks. He was going to choke you to death, with his cock. It was surprising how you didn’t have the natural reaction to bite down on his size. Jackson was mumbling words, clenching his jaw as the head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat steadily. 

The taste of his semen was like pure salt, your face scrunched up as you groaned onto his cock. Jackson held his cock in your throat for a moment, just to make sure all of his white sticky goodness slid down your throat.

“Now darling! That’s a fucking mouth” Jackson praised as he pulled his cock out and moved back to the side of you. Moving the camera directly in front of your face, he recorded your beat and sweaty face. 

“Get onto your knees” Jackson sighed, moving back to the end of the bed. 

It was difficult to do, and you were confused with what exactly he meant by on your knees. But he guided you, twisting the mid of your body around so you were on your knees and the tie pulling up your upper body. It wasn’t a comfortable position, to say the least. 

“You like anal?” Jackson asked, his free hand caressing your ass as he looked at your holes through the camera. You sobbed, your body automatically lunging forward to try to get away from him, but he wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you still as you cried. “Baby, baby, baby” Jackson cooled, his hand rubbing your stomach as his cock pressed against your core, whilst he tried to keep the camera still at a good angle. “It’s actually good! You’d be surprised with how hard you’ll come… We’ll be quick! I haven’t done anal in so long and business is fucking shit, but you already know that…” Jackson tried to calm you, attempting to put pity onto himself in the process, but you were still mewling like you had just witnessed a death in the family. Jackson leaned over your back and pressed his cheek to yours. “We’ll make a deal, if I come again before you, then I’ll take you home to your father” Jackson sighed, kissing your heated cheek to help calm you. 

It was pointless, you were going to do anal whether you said yes or no. Shamefully, you nodded your head in which Jackson smiled and grabbed one of the pillows, gesturing for you to bite onto it. His thumb circled over your pristine hole before lining up his cock. Rubbing himself at your entrance, he reminded you to breathe. 

“We’ll go nice and…” Jackson’s words stopped as he pressed his tip in, he breathed out, “slow”. Biting onto the pillow hard, you hissed at the pain, your hips and knees locking otherwise you would have fallen forward.  He didn’t even have the decency to warm you up. 

Jackson gradually deepened his thrusts, having no shame in moaning softly. “That’s my good girl, taking my big cock so fucking well!” Jackson praised, caressing your ass as you just tried to focus on breathing, you could feel yourself painfully clench around his size. “This is such a good fucking angle, I can’t wait to show you” Jackson chuckled, recording your backside. 

As if you would ever want to watch that. The pillow fell from your mouth. “Please stop recording me” you pleaded, jaw shaking from the pain and embarrassment. 

“Why baby?” Jackson pulled a face, still pumping his cock as quickly as your hole would allow him to. 

“I don’t like this” you panted, wincing at the pain shooting up your body, your legs wobbling like jelly. 

“Suppose I have enough footage…” Jackson breathed, putting the camera down onto the side of the bed. Little did you know, the camera was still recording. 

You gasped out as his balls pressed against your pussy, it was painful to feel his cock twitch inside of you. He was about to orgasm again, if you just held out for a little longer you’d be able to get the fuck out of here. However, you didn’t realize how turned on you were, distracted by the pain you were. Your cunt was dripping onto the cheap sheets.

“Fuck, you really want me to come don’t you?” Jackson laughed, feeling your ass clench him for dear life. “I booked for the night, not the hour baby. We have plenty of time” he continued, purposely trying to tease you as he playfully smacked your ass. Surprisingly you yelped at the sensation, your cunt squeezing naturally. “Oh, she likes to be spanked” his words murmured as he spanked you again, a bit more harsh this time, another yelp escaped your lips. 

Continuing to spank you, you were a moaning mess, shaking at the pain and pleasure combined as one. Despite your efforts not to, you came, hard. Jackson wasn’t lying about that, that’s for sure. “I win” Jackson laughed as your moans were music to his ears as you were swearing to yourself, beating yourself up that he had won. Quickly after, Jackson came into your ass, pulling himself out roughly mid orgasm to shoot his ropes of white stickiness all over your backside. 

Jackson let your body drop onto the bed, sighing to himself as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Laying there, completely exhausted from coming twice so quickly (you’d always consider yourself lucky if a guy could make you orgasm) Jackson pulled his undershirt over his head and ensured the recorder was at a good angle. When that was done he crawled next to you. 

“So… Do you like anal now?” Jackson grinned at you, you lowered your sight from his cruel joke, he rolled his eyes. “Come on baby, I need to know how fucking devine that cunt of yours feels” Jackson murmured, laying on his back and pulling you towards him. 

You whined, too weak to even consider fucking him again, but you straddled him anyways, your abused ass pressing against the fabric of his pants, arms hung around both sides of his head. How can he have so much composure? Was he feeling any fatigue? You despised how much stamina this man had. 

Jackson chortled at how easily he slipped inside of your sweet pussy, he thrusted his hips up and you gasped for air, your head falling onto his sweaty, pale chest. Your mouth pressed against his pec as you kept your eyes shut as you moaned continuously, there was no point in keeping your dignity now, Jackson had already broken you. 

“I bet you didn’t know you could get this fucking wet. Your fucking welcome” Jackson spat by your ear, his hands gripping onto your sore ass, as he thrusted up straight to your cervix. He grunted out, burying his cock deep into your canal. 

Jackson gripped onto your throat and forced you to look up to him. You choked out as Jackson’s stare was emotionless, despite his hips rocking in and out of you rapidly. He knew you were going to climax yet again, you were wrapping around him perfectly. 

“I want you to look at me when you climax” Jackson said calmly, his expression dark. 

Your next orgasm rolled over like a massive wave, you cried out, legs shaking like leaves in the wind as you were gasping for air, his hand still wrapped around your throat. Jackson smirked to you, refusing to slow down despite your obstructed pleas. 

With a heavy grunt, Jackson lifted up his upper body as he forced his cock in as deep as possible, his balls pressed against your intimate skin as he came undone. His hold on your throat tightened, in a moment of panic you believed that he was going to strangle to death, you thrashed around, but it was pointless with your hands restrained and his free hand holding your waist close. 

When you started seeing stars, Jackson let go of his grip and you collapsed onto his chest. Jackson sighed. Holding you close as he laid back down on the bed. Humming to himself, Jackson caressed your back as you struggled to find steady breath. 

“Free for dinner next week?” Jackson smiled innocently. 

[jakexneytiri]

hii here are some ideas/deets from my last request <3

- scenario where y/n has like a super rough pregnancy and she’s always sick and vomiting. Lots of fluff but also kind of angst idk??!! the kids are worried abt her and neteyam as well so he takes on all 4 kids by himself and lets y/n rest

- neteyam and y/n have their 5th baby and the details on the birth and all the other kids meet the baby and its just a lot of fluff!! and jake and neytiri meet the baby too as well as loak, kiri, tuk

IM SO EXCITED IF U WRITE THESE OMG AND TAKE UR TIME <3

AWEEE i love your mind! (the second part of your request is comingggg, i’ll post it when it’s finished :D)

in sickness and in health

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a sharp jolt of pain surges through your abdomen, forcing you awake as you sit up, wincing. you gently place your hand on your lower stomach, feeling strong kicks right where your hand is placed. you begin to take short, shallow breaths, as another kick lands just below your ribcage.

your mouth begins to salivate as you grab the pot closest to you. you knew the feeling all too well. it’s been happening every morning for the past several months. sweat beads on your forehead, collecting and dripping down your face, while your entire body feels like it’s overheating. that familiar feeling returns to the back of your throat, causing you to gag. you begin dry heaving, which turns into vomiting everything you consumed the night prior.

meanwhile, neteyam is just outside of your marui, peeking through the flap every now and then to keep an eye on you. truthfully, he’s been worried sick about you, especially these past few months. you both are familiar with all the symptoms of pregnancy. you’ve been pregnant four times now. but it’s never been this bad. so, he decided to give neytiri a page through his throat comm, hoping she might have some answers to your worsening symptoms.

“mother, is this normal?…yes, she’s still getting sick. it’s every morning, i thought you said that would stop. i don’t know what to do, how to help her…i feel so useless. i just want to ease her pain, please…” his voice cracks with his last beg. “please help me help h-” his ears perk up to the sound of you vomiting. “i must go. it is happening again. please send grandmother!”

neteyam quickly opens the flap, seeing you doubled over, emptying the contents of your stomach into the pot he set aside for you. guilt courses through him, settling like a rock in the bottom of his stomach as he hastily makes his way to you.

you feel your mate’s warm hand run along your back, attempting to comfort you while his other hand holds the braids out of your face. once you’re certain you’ve thrown up everything in your system, you sit back against the wall of your home.

neteyam goes to move the pot outside, as to not make you more nauseous. he grabs a bowl of water as he makes his way back to you, guilt clawing at his insides.

you slightly pull your knees to your chest, as best as you can with being pregnant, and bury your face in your arms, sobbing.

neteyam kneels beside you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. it broke his heart in two seeing you like this.

just then, you hear the flap to your marui open, revealing your four children, with jake, neytiri, and mo’at. neteyam looks up, glaring at his mother and father, speaking through gritted teeth. “i thought you weren’t supposed to be back for a few more hours.”

“yeah, we weren’t expecting this either. it’s an emergency, we gotta go.” jake quickly says, holding the flap open.

“what? dad-sir…i’m not leaving her!” neteyam begins to raise his voice, fist clenched at his side as his other hand is still rubbing your back.

“neteyam.” neytiri gently says. “we would not ask if it was not necessary.”

you give your mate’s arm a gentle squeeze, silently encouraging him to go. “it is all right,” you speak, your voice extremely hoarse. “grandmother is here, i’ll be okay.”

“we gotta go, now!” jake’s yelling now, and neteyam stands, quickly grabbing his bow before kneeling to kiss your forehead. “i love you. i’m so sorry, i’ll be back soon, okay?”

Neteyam turns one last time to lock eyes with you, before being yanked away by his parents.

“mama? where’s daddy going?” se’ayl asks, looking at the flap where her grandparents and father just exited.

i want to go with him!” tsantu states, a firm grip on the bow strung around his shoulder.

“mom, i’m tired.” txonuk yawns, stretching his arms above his head and curling up to your side.

nima gently stretches her hands over your protruding stomach, shifting them around a few inches. “wanna feel kicks!”

“children, please!” mo’at exclaims. “let your mother rest.” she begins taking out herbs and plants from her satchel, mixing them with water in a large bowl.

“it’s all right…” you say weakly. “daddy’s going hunting with grandma and grandpa, he’ll be back soon. you can’t go with him, it’s only a trip for adults. you know what, txonuk? mama’s sleepy too. how about we all lay down for a nap, and when we wake up, grandpa grandma and daddy will all be back!”

you shift forward slightly, so your head is resting on your pillow instead of your back. txonuk curls right up to your side, draping your arm over himself like a blanket. se’ayl and tsantu follow, laying beside you comfortably. nima rests her head on your stomach, ear perked up against your skin to “listen” to the baby. mo’at raises the bowl she’s been preparing to your lips. “drink, child. it will help with the nausea.”

you lift your head up, parting your lips just enough for the cool liquid to ease its way down your throat. “thank you, grandmother.”

mo’at nods, setting the bowl aside. “you may rest, i will keep watch until they return.”

“no, no…i can………..stay……………….awake…….” your eyelids droop with exhaustion as you speak, and as you speak your last word, they stay closed. you finally succumb to a comfortable sleep, as you wait for your mate to return.

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[number1jeonginstan]

Juu 🤭🤭 what do you think about whiny minho getting head while hes on call with some of the members and if they hear him, no cumming for a month and hes gonna be all whiny after getting caught begging you to forgive him

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A/N: I loved this!!! I hope you like it too!

“Fuck baby, there we go, keep taking my cock” he whined, throwing his head back as your head bobbed up and down his cock. Your own fingers thrusting into your cunt. 

“Wait shit” he whined as you heard his phone ring, the Caller ID being Chan. “Baby wait, gotta take this” he groaned as he used your hair to slowly pull you off of his cock. 

“No” you whispered into the tip of his cock, causing him to shudder. “What do you mean no?” he asked, flipping the phone so it lay in his hand, ready to pick up the call. 

“If you let him figure out what we are doing, I’m not letting you cum in me or on me for a month” you giggled before slowly kissing the tip of his cock, licking up the pre-cum. 

“Baby, you can’t do that to me” he whined, his phone going black, only to be re-awoken by Chan’s persistent calls. “Do you want to cum or no?” you asked, slowly taking the tip in his mouth. 

“Fuck it, fine” he whined before picking up the phone, placing it next to his ear.

“Hey, Chan. What’s going on?” he asked as you slowly took more of his cock in your mouth, your hot tongue running along the underside of it.

“I need you back in the studio, we messed up and accidentally deleted your vocals” 

“What do you mean we? Han was the one who spilled his Iced Americano all over the drive” Changbin shouted, loud enough for the entire conversation to be picked up through the mic. 

“Fuck” Minho groaned as you began to deep-throat his cock, gagging at it. He thought he could get away with it, moaning out a quick “Keep taking it down your throat like that” but unfortunately for him, Chan could hear it through all the noise. 

“Mate, are you getting head right now?” Chan groaned, rubbing his forehead, already stressed only to be met with the sound of his friend getting his cock taken down his girl's throat. 

“I’m going to have to call you back” Minho groaned, ending the call and throwing it somewhere on his bed. 

You slowly removed your head from his cock, and began to back away. “Baby, where are you going?” 

“I told you, if you let him figure it out, I won’t let you cum baby” you giggled, putting on your shirt and walking to your vanity, fixing your makeup.

“Don’t be like that kitten” he groaned, pulling his boxers up his hard cock, groaning at the feeling. 

“Don’t you have a song to record silly” you giggled, re-applying your lipstick.

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“Wow, Minho your vocals are so much better than last time” Chan spoke in astonishment, “it’s like you are in real pain.”

“Yeah, thanks to you I am” he growled back, leaving a confused look on both Bin’s and Chan’s faces. 

“I haven’t come in a week because the two of you called at the wrong fucking time”