#Like Fat Fuck Friday big

[exist101]

Don't mind me just thinkin about the poptropica villains on christmas eve going out and walkin around the town in the middle of the night while everyones asleep and making snowmen outside of peoples homes and laughing at whoever falls in the snow and maybe even breaking into somewhere and just having a good time.

[seventeenpins]

nightly

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader word count: 1k summary: Joel is a mistake you just keep making. content/warnings: no specified Joel era so take your pick, dirty talk, literally all just smut, big dick, daddy kink, breeding kink, dubcon undertones, Joel is an asshole a/n: I have been struggling to focus on writing for a minute now, but the horny gods smiled upon me and let me get this together. Praise be to @ozarkthedog for always letting me run my godforsaken ideas past you. Love you lots 💕

You can feel the wet spot on the bed against your back. Joel has you folded like a pretzel, backs of your knees resting on his sun-freckled shoulders, wrists pinned above your head and ass suspended in the air as he drills into you. A single curl bounces at his temple, separate from the rest of his hair that's plastered with sweat to his forehead.

If you make the same mistake five days in a row, can you really still call it a mistake?

He's far too old for you, and a little too mean for you, but damned if he isn't the best lay you've ever had.

Eight inches, uncut, a dick so fucking fat you can barely wrap your hand around it. You can hardly believe he's buried balls deep in you right now. That your body can even take it.

"C'mon, honey, that's it-" Joel's voice is a growl, punctuated by heavy panting, "This pretty lil gash is fuckin' droolin' baby, my own personal slip 'n slide-"

"You're a crass old man," you whine.

"I sure am, honey," he agrees with a grin, "But don't think I can't feel the way you soak me whenever I talk crass, sweetheart."

"I hate you."

He laughs, and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple and along the curve of his nose, splashing onto your cheek. Unthinkingly, you dart your tongue out to catch some of the sweat. Joel's grin turns to a smirk.

"Hate me all you like. You're the one who's come over every night this fuckin' week. Monday through Friday, baby. Hate me so much you can't get enough of daddy's big dick, huh?"

"Fuck you, you're such an asshole-"

This jab is even less effective, punctuated with a moan and a whimper.

"Sure, sweetheart, I am. But don't pretend like we don't both know--you don't have to come here at all."

He grinds against you, coarse hair rubbing against your mound as if to further his point. Pressure hits your clit just right and it's bliss. You have to fully restrain yourself to stop from howling, and even then, you let out a ragged moan.

Joel clamps a hand over your mouth and looks you dead in the eyes.

"I love those pretty sounds, baby, but remember I got neighbors? Thought you said you'd die before anyone finds out about us."

You try to roll your eyes, but he thrusts again and you're caught in another moan. The glide of his body against your clit, especially when he's stretching you out so exquisitely? It's overwhelming. You try to stay quiet, you really do.

It's not your fault though, not when Joel's fucking you silly.

Now, though, he's frustrated.

"Quiet now, settle-"

"I'm not a fucking dog, Joel, I- ahhh-" you mumble and moan between his fingers, barely muffled at all.

"Oh really? Not a fucking dog? Wanna tell me then why you're tryna get bred like a bitch in heat?"

He smacks your cheek, drawing out another pathetic whine that only seems to cement his point.

He sneers. "Those pretty lil noises you're makin' for me? That don't sound like a good girl. That sounds to me like a nasty fuckin' slut who can't help but keep her legs spread so her daddy can fill her up good. Huh? C'mon baby. Tell me to cum inside."

"Fuck you Joel."

Suddenly, cruelly, he stops. Ceases any movement. Relaxes the grip on your wrists.

Panic overtakes you.

"What the fuck-?"

"Sorry sweetheart," he shakes his head, "You don't want this? You can see yourself out."

"No, I-"

You notice he's still sheathed inside you. You feel him do something, flexing his dick inside of you. Frankly, it's cheating.

"Please don't stop."

"What was that, honey?"

"Joooeeel-"

"Quit your whinin', use your words."

"Please fuck me."

"That ain't it, you know whatcha gotta say."

He starts rocking his hips gently, a slippery glide. It's not enough to stimulate. Just enough to make you want more. Need more.

The way you clench around him tells on yourself more starkly than your words ever could.

He's grinning again. "That's it, baby. You ready to admit what you need?"

"Come on, Joel."

"Cum where?"

You sigh. But you know you aren't gonna hold out any longer. He's pressing his thumb just above your clit and the glide of the motion is so fucking delicious it's hard not to buck against it.

Rut against it.

A bitch in heat.

"Fuck me, daddy-" you whine.

"You sound real pretty beggin'. Nearly got it honey. One more try?"

"Cum inside me."

"Mmmmm-" Joel groans, and the grip on your wrists tightens again. "Music to my ears, honey. Tell me where you want it?"

"Inside me, cum inside-"

"You want me to cum inside this lovely lil' pussy?"

"Please Joel-"

"That right?"

"Please cum in me, fill me up, fuck it deep-"

With that, his composure breaks and any restraint he had crumbles. Folds you deeper, fucks you deeper, pins you down and jackhammers into you.

You couldn't move, even if you wanted to, and that knowledge somehow heightens everything. It's blindingly bright, dizzyingly addictive. You barely notice the way Joel's lavishing you with praise, each deep thrust punctuated with good girl, good girl, good fucking girl-

When you cum, you feel the way his balls tighten as if in response, tipping over the edge mere moments after you. It could be romantic, finding yourselves cumming together, if there was any romance between you.

As you start to fade back down, you're able to pay attention again.

"That's it," he's praising you, and you realise his cock is still pulsing. You make to start moving, but he growls and holds you still. "That's right, sweetheart. Gotta let me fill you all the way up. Gonna make sure it takes."

Clarity starts to overtake you and you know that you've made a big fucking mistake. By the time you've come back to yourself, though, your pussy's flooded and pulsing oh so nicely, and Joel's pulling out of you. He moves into the other room and you hear him turn on the shower.

"You can let yourself out," he calls to you. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Your panties are sticky the whole way home.

[yawnderu]

Captain's Wife - John Price & TF141 x Reader

work starting to feel like I do belong in the kitchen 💀so here's some Price domestic stuff to keep me going until Friday so I don't lose my mind.

Content: small drabbles, fluff, domestic!Price, vouyerism, John ''I share my wife'' Price, TF141 x reader.

I actually think about being Price's housewife quite a lot. Being a cute little thing he has waiting for him back at home, a domestic life for the first time ever, something he never even thought was possible.

He bought big house in the British countryside, just to make sure you're free from all the stress city life brings. Any hobbies you may have he fully supports and funds, giving you extra spending money on the side despite knowing you don't usually spend it, having all your needs and interests taken care of by him.

This man spoils you rotten without you even asking, having savings for years before he even met you and a good salary as a captain in the SAS. Anything you even glance at when you're out with him at the mall? Bought for you with no hesitation at all. Jewelry, clothes, lingerie; you don't lack any of those things when you're with him.

Any affection you miss while he's deployed is given to you once he's back, his fat cock filling you up in different positions, despite how tired he might be, he always has the energy to fuck his darling wife good. He always puts your pleasure first, making you cum with his fingers and tongue before he even thinks about putting his dick inside. His efforts don't come without rewards, of course, and it has become one of his favorite things to see you down on your knees, praising his thick cock and heavy falls, praising him.

Being a Captain comes with sharing many things with his boys- from gear, to his wife. The first time you're introduced to the boys, the thought of straying doesn't even cross your mind, fully loyal to your husband and simply happy to meet the boys he considers his family. It isn't until Price has you sitting on his lap with your legs wide open, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you in front of the younger men that the thought of having someone other than him hits your brain.

John doesn't miss the way your eyes linger on the younger men. Soap shamelessly has his dick out, stroking up and down slowly, basking in on the sight of his captain fingering your soaking cunt. Gaz is more subtle about it, though eventually he can't ignore his boner, pulling out the prettiest dick you've ever seen and stroking it with more enthusiasm than the others, free hand massaging his heavy balls, begging for release.

Ghost is the one who takes the longest to give into it, ignoring his painful boner being strained by his jeans up until John is fucking you. The sight of your attractive body bouncing on his captain's cock is too much for him, legs spreading wider on the couch to adjust his boner until his hand hesitantly starts to rub his length over his clothes, shamelessly thinking it's him the one fucking you.

And that fantasy becomes a reality soon enough, once you're fucked-out and your cunt is ready to take more, nice and wet for the men he trusts the most. He has rules for it, of course. They can't fuck you without a condom, anything you feel uncomfortable with is off limits, and if you show any signs of discomfort, they have to stop. Soap only whined about not being able to fuck you raw, earning him a look that got him to shut up immediately.

Gaz is a gentle lover despite how excited he was, eating your cunt out nice and slow, plump lips latching onto your clit while your hand gently pushes the back of his head closer, a teasing ''patience, love.'' escaping his lips as he lines up the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in and giving you time to adjust to his thickness before he's fucking into you slowly, making sure every thrust hits deep inside you. He switches positions a few times, settling in for the one that makes you moan louder, hands holding onto your hips as he fucks into you from behind.

Johnny is more eager, more... youthful, just happy to be able to fuck you. He'd never admit it, but he's had his eye on you ever since he first met you, wishing he was as lucky as his captain. He eats you out for the longest, messily sucking and licking all over your cunt, lips latching onto your clit, tongue swirling over it, your moans encouraging him to go for longer even when his tongue is tired. He's on his knees in front of the bed, one of his hands busy jerking himself off and stopping right when he's about to cum just by tasting you. H's not enthusiastic about putting a condom on, though he quickly forgets about his annoyance once he's balls deep inside you, hands holding onto your waist as he fucks into you, fast and deep.

Ghost is the only one who doesn't eat you out yet, being slightly uncomfortable about the whole thing and about being watched. John knows Ghost ever since he was Simon, so he tells the boys to go clean up while he too leaves the room, making sure to be within earshot in case anything happens, despite knowing he can trust Simon with his life. He makes up for it by fingering your cunt, long digits sinking into it slowly, brown eyes fully focusing on your expression to make sure you're enjoying every second of it. It takes a while before he fucks you, condom rolling down his thick length and making sure you're all nice and wet before hesitantly pushing in, holding you in a nice missionary while he thrusts in and out, his massive body caging you in and making you feel safe. The mask goes up halfway, giving you sloppy, inexperienced kisses as a reward for taking him so well. Simon is a talker when he's close, face seeking shelter into the crook of your neck as he praises you for being so good for him, for taking his cock so well and making him feel good.

Once the boys are gone, Price runs a bath for you, asking you if you enjoyed yourself and if you'd be interested on doing that again in the future. He presses gentle kisses to your forehead, warm hands washing your body with love and care, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms even when you're in the bathtub. He dries your body and puts you to bed after changing the sheets, a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

[jenosbigtoe]

brother’s best friend!lee jeno x reader

minors dni

summary: your overprotective big brother's best friend is just too irresistible. too bad you have to keep your relationship a secret from him. established relationship au!

warnings: jeno is a freak lowkey, creampie, breeding kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, size kink (if you squint), mating press, jeno fat cock, jeno is a simp, squirting, pussy eating, literally just pwp

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: intentional lowercase (i hate autocaps) and not proofread so if you see any grammar mistakes lmk. IK THIS IS A WORN OUT TROPE BUT IDC BROTHERS BEST FRIEND JENO FTW this is just so self indulgent so if its ass um ☠️

pretty pink lip gloss, fresh set of french tip acrylics, short white mini skirt, strawberry scented lotion, and a pink lacy camisole. you, na y/n, were going to be the death of lee jeno.

"dude stop looking at my little sister like that you freak," jaemin threw a dirty sock laying around at his best friend's face as jeno stared at your plump ass like a piece of meat while you were in the kitchen making yourself a snack.

"shut the fuck up man," jeno grumbled as he proceeded to knock jaemin off course in moo moo meadows in mario kart.

you smirked knowingly with your back turned. you knew exactly what you were doing. it was 10 pm on a friday night, meaning jeno and jaemin were having their weekly guys night and would crash in the living room, playing video games, drinking beer, and eating pizza.

and it also meant you would get to dangle yourself like a piece of meat in front of your boyfriend and oblivious brother as you watch your hungry boyfriend try to behave himself.

"jaem let me have a turn," you whined, inviting yourself into the living room, and sat between the two boys on the verge of beating the shit out of each other over mario kart.

"y/n you know damn well you're shit at these types of games now why would i let you play when im about to rock jeno's shit," jaemin didn't even look over at you and continued to focus on the screen. "FUCKKKK JENO THOSE GODDAMN SHELLS. FUCK YOU DICKFACE”

jeno on the other hand glanced over at you, eyes never looking once at yours and instead focused straight on your plump titties popping right out of your push up bra. and he drove right off course, leaving jaemin to yelp in victory as he finished in 1st place.

"fuck you jaemin. here y/n you can play on my controller," jeno rolled his eyes and passed his controller to you. his character was already pink yoshi, making your heart melt because he knew that was your go to.

“thank you, jeno. at least some people are actually nice and considerate,” you rolled your eyes at your older brother.

"well okay you asked for it. prepare to get your ass kicked like our dear jen over there, y/n," jaemin said with an evil glint in his eyes.

as the game was about to start, you suddenly had an idea and paused the game. "wait jaem, i don't really know how to play. can you go easy on me?"

"hell no. you wanted to play with the big boys so now you gotta face the consequences."

you turned to look at jeno, who was very obviously just staring at your tits the entire time. "jeno, jaemin is being a bitch to me. can you teach me how to play since he doesn't want to go easy on me?" you tilted your head and pouted your lip in a way that you knew he liked.

you knew damn well how to play and beat the shit out of jaemin at mario kart but you also knew how good you looked right now and how this would be the perfect opportunity to tease your sexy boyfriend.

"aw hell no that's cheating, y/n," jaemin whined.

“too bad. it ain’t up to you, sore loser.” you gave jeno a smirk with a knowing look in your eyes.

"well i don't mind. plus you won the last round anyways, jaem," jeno spoke up, shifting around and subtlely fixing his sweatpants. you were teasing him so bad and it was going straight to his cock.

jaemin looked at jeno, then you, then right back at jeno, narrowing his eyes a bit. "hey since when did you two get so chummy?"

"jaemin stop being a bitch and let's just play. i don't even know how to play and jeno helping me isn't going to suddenly make me become a mario kart god."

jaemin rolled his eyes. "whatever man."

jaemin unpaused the game and the race started. you pretended to freak out, not knowing where to go as jaemin left you in the dust.

jaemin started laughing his ass off as he quickly climbed the ranks as you were left in dead last. "kiss my ass, y/n."

jeno leaned over to show you the controls but you took this opportunity to yank him to sit behind you, causing you almost be sitting in his lap as his arms wrapped you. "now show me the controls," you grinned evilly and shifted around so your ass rubbed against his dick.

jeno was stunned. doing this literally right in front of your brother? who forbade you two from ever seeing each other? he could just smell your sweet strawberry perfume, which had him wanting to just gobble you up. and your cute little outfit, god he just wanted to rip it right off of you and mark your body up, claim you as his. and not gonna lie, the thrill of being right next to your brother and his best friend had his heart pumping blood straight to his boner.

you both were lucky jaemin had tunnel vision when it came to video games, his face literally glued to the screen. otherwise he would've seen how your little white skirt rode up your thighs and your panties were literally grinding against his best friend's cock.

you let jeno take the controller and pretended to still be the one playing, occasionally screaming out curses at your brother and let out cheers when you hit him with shells. meanwhile you were really just shifting around on jeno's cock through his sweat pants as you ran your manicured nails up and down his veiny arms that were wrapped around you. his hands just looked so big and meaty on that controller, had you fantasizing about what they would be doing to you tonight.

as you neared the final lap, you in 6th place and jaemin in 2nd, you suddenly grabbed the controller out of jeno's hands and shoved him back beside you. he let out a loud grunt as he fell to the ground. jaemin suddenly took 1st place and finished the round. you were 8th. you gave jeno a fake apologetic look as he glared at you.

“oops,” you whispered, sticking your tongue out.

jaemin looked over at you and gave you a triumphant look. "now what did i tell you?"

you rolled your eyes and stood, your skirt rode up almost all the way and on the verge of exposing the little cream panties with red hearts on them that you knew jeno loved. the way jeno was sitting, you standing up gave him the perfect view of the way your puffy pussy fit in your little panties, making him even harder than before.

"whatever loser i'm heading back to my room. have fun being bitchless on a friday night." jaemin threw a pillow at your turned back. you sauntered back to your room, making careful sure to sway your hips as you knew jeno's eyes were trained straight on your ass.

it was 1 am and you were still up, bored out of your mind and scrolling through your phone. he should've been here by now, you pouted. you got frustrated and started ripping your clothes off, leaving you in just your push-up bra and panties when a voice from behind startled you.

"baby, you already starting without me? i'm hurt," jeno wrapped his arms around you, pressing his body against yours, and whispered softly in your ear, causing you to shiver.

you puffed out your cheeks. "waited for so long. was about to go to sleep because my shithead boyfriend left me needy over here."

jeno started groping at your body, squeezing your juicy tits and lightly grinding his erection against your barely clothed ass. "sorry sweet girl. jaem wouldn't fall asleep because that girl from his econ class finally texted him back, corny ass." he left a trail of kisses down your neck and sucked at a particular spot on your collar bone that had your knees weak.

you smiled to yourself. you couldn't pretend to be mad at him for long, not when you're so whipped for him. you turned around and looked up at him, admiring your sexy boyfriend. he finally listened to you and dyed his hair back to black, leaving it long and messy just how you like it. he was wearing a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants with the simple gold chain you bought him for his birthday. he knew just how you like it. what a fucking manwhore. you were ready to devour him whole.

you smashed your lips on his, messy and hot, tongue everywhere and spit dripping down your connected mouths. suddenly, you pushed him down on your bed and started straddling him, grinding your pussy directly on his cock through his sweatpants, causing him to groan into your mouth. one hand gripped at your hair and the other groped your ass.

"baby i need you. i missed you so much," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

he connected his lips to yours with a renewed fervor. clothes started flying off as you kissed each other passionately. he reached for a condom in your nightstand but you stopped him.

"raw baby. i need you in me right now." you grinned at him.

he cursed, flipped you over on your back and used his weight to press you against the mattress. his thick, muscular body pressing you to the mattress had you breathless and in need for more. "is my baby needy? is my baby needy for this cock?"

he reached down and began to lightly caress your pussy, gathering your leaking juices and spreading it around. his fingers teased your hole, rubbing circles around it and occasionally deciding to stick one in for one pump before going back to rubbing and teasing.

"had me thinking about this pussy all night. fuck. love you so much baby. you're so sexy and you get me so hard. no one does it for me like you. you looked so cute today, just wanted to eat you up. didn't care if that shithead was there, just wanted to love on my girl." he continued to tease your little pussy and alternate between fingering and rubbing you.

then he crawled down until he was facing your wet pussy directly. staring at your pussy like a piece of meat in front of starved lion, he gave one long lick all the way up your cunt and started sucking, making sure to make lewd noises. your legs were shaking with need as you gripped his hair.

"fuck you taste so good. all wet just for me. this pussy is mine," he groaned into your cunt.

at this point, your pussy was gushing so much you felt a puddle beneath you. his fingers and lips felt so so good on your pussy but you were tired of his teasing. you got up and suddenly looked down at him seriously. "jen if your cock isn't in me in the next 5 seconds i'm seriously going to break up with you and fuck haechan or something."

this lit a fire within jeno, whose eyes darkened. he lifted his body and gave his impossibly hard cock a few pumps, rubbing your juices all over his massive cock. he grabbed your thighs, lifted your legs over his shoulders, and shoved his cock into your little pussy with one big thrust.

you both moaned out, your pussy leaking happily as he bottomed out, balls deep. he set out on a fast past immediately, pounding your pussy deeper and harder with each thrust. you could feel his heavy balls slap against your ass.

"yes, jen yes yes yes! oh god more more! love you so much baby," you grabbed at his hair as he pounded your pussy into oblivion. in the deep mating press he had you in, you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. his cock was just so so big, you could never get enough of it.

you could see the veins pop out of his neck and his beefy arms were pinning your hips down as his hips were pounding you with each powerful thrust. he looked so so so sexy and he was all yours.

"god baby your pussy was made for me. love you so so much. mine. all mine. everything about you all mine, just for me," jeno kissed you passionately, both moaning into each other mouths.

he used one of his hands to press down on your lower belly, making your pussy leak and throb around him. "you feel that, princess? you feel me deep in your tummy? only i can do that to you, only me."

your mind was blank at this point, body completely numb to everything except the pleasure he was giving you. you could feel yourself about to get sent over the edge, your pussy spasming and clenching hard around every vein on his cock.

"bout to cum baby don't stop don't stop!!" you orgasmed with a loud scream, pussy squirting all over his stomach.

jeno continued fucking you through your orgasm, grunting at the feeling of your little pussy spasming all over his cock. "baby m close too, fuckkk."

fat tears rolled down your face at the overstimulation of pleasure. "jen please cum inside please."

jeno groaned, thrusting every harder and deeper than before. "such a slut. you like that huh? you want your boyfriend to knock you up? you want to have a baby with your brother's best friend? fuck. how about you just get pregnant? he wouldn't be able to disapprove of us when you're already round and waddling around with my baby."

with one loud groan, he bottomed out inside of you and let out his thick load. he collapsed on top of you, cock still balls deep inside, crushing you under all his weight with your face pressed against his sweaty chest.

you stayed like that for a few seconds before you tapped on his back, signaling that you couldn't breathe. still keeping his cock deep inside your leaking pussy, he flipped you over on your side and cuddled your back, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other pushing your hair out of your face. you panted, eyes closed in bliss. jeno drew circles on your arms and left kisses up and down your jaw and neck.

"just saying, you would look sexy as fuck pregnant with our baby." jeno whispered.

you opened your eyes to turn back and swat at his chest but what you saw made your blood run cold in horror.

it was your brother standing right in the open doorway staring at your naked bodies with a look of fury, surprise, horror, and shock that you had never seen before.

the three of you screamed at the sight of each other in unison.

a/n: i intentionally wrote the ending like that because i'm unsure if anyone would even want to continue reading this lmaooo so lmk what you think

[3minsover]

back on my steddie bullshit fr

Thinking about hope(ful)less romantic Steve driving to Eddie's trailer in the pouring rain to finally confess his love after months of dancing around each other and almost-confessions that crumble on the tips of their tongues before they can become anything real.

Steve finds himself pacing around the ground floor of a house that's too big and too quiet, thinking about a guy who should never, ever have taken up as much of his brain as he currently does. It's a Friday night, and Eddie's most likely out at a gig, or at a bar, or doing nerd shit. He's most likely doing anything but thinking about Steve. And yet here Steve is, entirely preoccupied with the reckless marvel that is Eddie Munson.

Fuck it.

It's been four months since Vecna, and everyone seems to be okay again. It's been long enough that it wouldn't be weird for Steve to make a move, right?

Before Steve can really consider what it is he's about to do, he has his keys in hand and he's heading out towards his car. He doesn't even realize it was raining until he steps out onto the porch, tugging the door shut behind him. And there's not much thought that goes into any of it, really. It's instinctive, the way Steve knows the route to Eddie's place by now. Regardless of the thrashing of his heart, there's an easy kind of familiarity in the sodden streets and jutting roads. Steve's windshield wipers are working double time, fending off the sheets of rain that pile down amidst the humidity of late July; it'd been a cloudless day until the sun set. But like the heaviness of Steve's heart, the clouds had begun to weigh themselves down with water, waiting for the moment where the heft of it all became too much.

Steve hadn't quite beaten those clouds to the punch.

He arrives at Eddie's with really no recollection of how he'd gotten there, only that he needed to see him and nothing was going to get in his way. Eddie's already sitting out on the porch when he pulls up. The dusty ground is darker, saturated with fat, relentless raindrops. Eddie sits on the steps of his trailer, only just covered by the awning. The toes of his sneakers shine with wetness.

"Why are you out here?" Steve asks, clambering out of his car. It's all he can think to say. It's not the words he wants to purge, not the things that have been itching in his throat every time they've been alone together for the last however-many weeks. But it's what comes out.

"Wanted to hear the rain," Eddie responds, a cigarette pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. It's a simple enough response. Shouldn't warrant a reaction. Only, Steve's standing a few yards away, dampening by the moment, and he needs to just get it out.

"I need to- I gotta talk to you," Steve stutters, drifting closer. Eddie's eyes narrow.

"About what?" he asks, clearly skeptical.

"About you. Or, me. Us. I- shit, I used to be good at this." Steve raises a hand to swipe over his mouth: it comes away wet. He's fucking soaked, standing defenceless against the onslaught from above. Eddie flicks the cigarette and the butt lands at the base of the steps. He hinges upright, dropping down a step until the raindrops begin to splatter onto his curls, landing like spits of silver against the glow of the street lamps overhead.

"Good at what?" Eddie calls through the low rumble of the rain.

"Good at- I dunno, confessions? I told Nancy how I felt about her no problem. Robin was a little tougher, but I still got through that, but with you," Steve gushes, entirely unsure as to where he's going with this, "I just can't seem to find the words."

For an impossible amount of time, Eddie stares. His pretty features seem to go through about a half dozen emotions before he settles on something that Steve's soul recognizes as pity. He prepares himself for inevitable rejection.

"You're telling me you can't find the words?" Eddie asks, incredulous, "Dude, i'm a songwriter, a fucking wordsmith, and I've been drawing a blank on you for months!"

Steve squints, a little at a loss.

"What?" he asks, feels stupid for not getting it straight away.

"Steve, I should be able to write songs about the guy I love, right?"

"Well- Yeah- I- Wait, what?" Steve starts before Eddie's words catch up. The rain's growing heavier, beginning to sting his cheeks a little, but he's fixed to the spot, not daring to move any closer. It's Eddie that draws nearer, dropping down the final steps until they're on even footing.

"If you hadn't- If you didn't come over here tonight, I was gonna- I was gonna come to you. I had this whole fuckin' speech planned out - I'm pretty sure it was stupid, honestly, but I wrote it anyway, because I have all these goddamn feelings about you, Steve. And I couldn't find a way to make them sound like anything other than what they are." Eddie's waves are flattening by the second, darkening under the weight of the water falling from above. Steve's heart pounds against his ribs, threatens to break free altogether.

"But I- I came here to- You're- Eddie?"

"Fuck sake, Steve. I'm-"

"Wait." Steve interrupts him, his brain catching up all at once, overfilling and spilling over. "Wait, just let me- Can I say what I was gonna say?"

Eddie folds his arms around himself, chilled by the rain despite the thick warmth of summer around them.

"Sure. Shoot."

Steve heaves in a breath.

"Okay. Eddie. I've been thinking, and you and me, we're good, right? Like, for each other." A droplet of rain catches between Steve's lashes, forcing him to blink it away. Eddie's slim figure remains in front of him, proving that this is real, this isn't some hallucination, some daydream borne of an idle brain. "I think you and me could be something good. Great, even. And I- I- I think I- I know you maybe said it already, and I shouldn't even be-" Eddie strides forward, closing the space between them in a breathless moment. Steve's breath catches in his throat. Eddie's dark eyes dart frantically between Steve's own, so round and wide and beautiful. Steve's so in love with him. "Eddie, I'm- I think I've... fallen in love with you." Steve skates his palms over Eddie's biceps, up and over his shoulders, until he's cradling the sides of Eddie's neck. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm in love with you."

Where they're so closely matched in height, Steve's eyes are crossing just to keep his gaze focused on Eddie, who's looking more like the proverbial deer in headlights right now.

"Shit, Harrington," Eddie breathes, and Steve feels it warm against his rain-chilled lips, "took you long enough."

It's a kiss that follows, soft and hesitant, like Steve would do anything but lean into it, like he's anything but head over heels, absolutely and embarrassingly in love. it's a kiss, and it's wet and a little too cold, a little too out in the open, but Steve wouldn't change it for anything.

[yourstrulyrika]

breeding kink with leon bc :3 i love him

also um working on a theme but i am pretty busy these days yk. i’ll try to post more sorry about that!! its friday now so :3 it’s more of a short drabble to get myself back into writing

no warnings, fem!reader, lots lots of cum bc i love breeding kink. and size kink btw

Leon didn’t think of himself as a family man. quite the opposite, he never thought of starting a family. but.

the thought of filling you up with his cum switches something in Leon’s mind at the sight of you full of cum. it’s primal, almost.

sometimes, after a long mission, he just puts you in mating press, legs on his shoulders, pressing them to your chest. you feel hazy, head empty with how well he’s filling you up. his hands are holding yours so tight in a protective grip, fingers twined with yours, his head buried in your shoulder as he fucks you in missionary. Leon loves missionary because he can kiss your pretty face, be close to you, put his head on your chest and suck on your breasts. Leon always knows how to make you feel good, with his cock pistoning in and out of you at a ruthless pace.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up, knock you up yeah? you’d look so pretty with a swelled belly.” he speaks to you with that hot, breathy tone, making your heart flutter at the mere thought, too. Leon’s voice is something that never fails to arouse you further.

Leon’s going on autopilot at one point. just pure desire to stuff you full, breed you until you’re filled to the brim. he pulls you into a deep kiss, arching his hips to massage your cervix. he makes sure to not go too rough though, to not squish you under his weight since he’s so big compared to you. his hand moves from yours to rest on your belly, gently pressing it to feel his cock sliding in and out of you, feeling the bulge that’s forming on your lower abdomen. fuck he swears he’s about to cum just from feeling this.

“Gonna stuff my cum in you, goddamn, you’re so pretty, love you so fucking much, taking my cock so good.” he pants out, pulling you into a deep kiss and taking your hand in his again. to Leon, holding hands during sex is a habit. he always does it, needs to feel you, touch you, reassure you this way.

he feels you squeezing him so well, his fat cock making you see stars and eyes roll back. he feels proud of himself whenever you’re like this, it’s just so damn hot. he’s swelling inside you, his length throbbing as he’s reaching his edge. he’s rubbing your clit, fingering you so you cum before him. he always makes sure you cum before him, and if he does cum faster, he makes up for it with his mouth, fingers or just pumps into you until you cum.

only when you cum, he’s thinking about himself. he bursts his white seed into your warmth, emptying his balls deep in your guts. he pulls out of you after a moment, just admiring the sight of his cum leaking out of you. he pushes it back with his fingers, making sure everything stays inside before pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“You’re killing me, baby. Love you so much.” he whispers into your ear, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

[fanfiction4sooya]

The closest to her (G!P Winter x F! Reader)

big cock minjeong... nothing else needs to be said. (Hope y'all like it! 💖)

cw: massive cock, public sex, jealous sex, creampie, cum in panties, a little bit of masturbation, etc etc;

"Minjeongie, baby..." You tried to reason with her but her firm hands held your waist even harder, her fingers sinking on it.

"Stay still" She whispered on you ear over the loud music. You were at the club and, as usual for a Friday night, it was packed.

Minjeong had caught a glimpse of a conversation some stupid guy had about you when you excused yourself to the bathroom. She didn't tell you what it was, she just said it was disgusting and that no one else had the right to touch you except for her.

She was drunk and you definitely didn't wanted to contradict her, letting her do as she pleased.

On the corner of the crowded place she put your panties to the side, her fingers grazing over your cunt from behind getting you wet and prepared for her big cock. She was angry at the guy, not you; she knew that pushing her cock inside with no preparation would hurt due to it's big length and girth.

Who would've thought that little tiny minjeongie had a massive cock inside her pants? (author's note: me, I would)

You clenched when her fingers circled your clit, and she smiled against your hair, her hard cock pressing on your ass.

"It's okay pretty girl, I'll fuck you good. Calm down" She cooed and your legs trembled, she positioned her cock on your leaking hole and hissed. "So tight, my love" She pushed just the fat tip and you almost spilled the drink she made sure you kept in hand. "Keep doing what you are doing baby, don't mind me at all" She said.

You loved public sex. Both of you loved it, specially when the room was so crowded that no one would even bat an eye at the two of you fucking on the corner. No one cared either.

You turned your head to the side, licking her cheek and pushing your hips at her and making her cock stretch you even better to sink it in.

"Minjeongie..." You cried out, trying to hold yourself up. Her face was like a stone, staring ahead. Slowly fucking yourself on her cock you stared at the same direction just to see the guy she was mad at staring at the two of you.

She almost growled as her hands grabbed your waist to pull you onto her cock. The moves were subtle but she knew the guy knew what you were doing and your little yelps and moans were making her even angrier, prouder as the possessiveness took over her. She kept doing it over and over again, your panties grazing over your clit making you cum even faster than just her cock would.

She bit your shoulder when your orgasm hit you making you clench on her length, your legs slightly shaking.

"God, you are mine" She hissed, humping harder and holding herself to not bend you in front of everyone to take you right there. "Look at him baby" She forced your face to him on the other side of the room by holding your face on his direction. "Let him know I'm the only one that can make you feel this good" She talked on your ear over the loud music.

Your parted lips and half lidded eyes were enough for him to understand who you belong to, but the little smile you gave him was definitely the cherry on top on that insane situation. Turning your face to her, you kissed her lips.

"I'm only yours" You breathed out. "I belong to you - Fuck" You managed to say, overstimulation hitting hard. That was her favorite thing to hear.

She gave this deep, gutural grunt when her cock started to leak her thick semen deep inside you.

"Fucking mine" She kept humping inside. "My pretty little pussy to take whenever I want" She was saying anything that came to her mind now, holding you possessively by the waist.

When she pulled out the first thing she did was pull your panties up to keep her cum between your leaking hole and the cotton fabric.

"Let it leak baby, I'll need your panties in a few moments" Her tone was dark and mysterious but as always, you obeyed.

You started swaying to the music, the wetness on your pussy a bit bothering but not overbearingly so. After what seemed like an hour she pulled you to the bathroom, the guy was nowhere near.

"Take it off and give them to me" She commanded and you bit your lower lip, whimpering. She kissed your lips, her tongue deep inside your mouth to massage yours. She held your chin up to your glossy eyes meet hers. "Now, baby" You nodded, entering the nearest stall and doing as she told.

You put it in her hand, your cheeks burning with the sensation of being uncovered down there and leaking on the inside of your thighs.

"Good girl" She kissed you again, pulling you by the hand out of the bathroom. She scanned the place for the guy.

When she found her target she marched directly to him and pulling you with her, smiling. The guy smiled too, probably waiting for the threesome invitation. She put your panties on his hand, her smile now a bit threatening.

"This is the closest you'll get to her" Her voice sounded poisonous and her smile dangerous. "Enjoy" and that being said, she turned you two around to leave the place, leaving the guy so dumbfounded he didn't even had a reaction to what she did.

"MINJEONG!" you hit her arm when the both of you were out of the club.

"What?" She turned to you, a mischievous glint crossing her face. "Aren't you mine?" She backed you on the nearest wall, the dark alley covering her intentions from the world. Nodding, you whimpered against her lips. "It was just a little present, baby" She kissed you roughly, her already hard cock pressing against your bare cunt. "I bet he'll jerk off to us now" she said lowly. "But you, the real you..." She bit your jaw, freeing her throbbing lenght from her pants once again.

"You are only mine" Both of you said at the same time.

Let's say your way home took way longer than it usually would...

[zweiginator]

need to be long term with frat art… like maybe it’s the most brutal situationship known to man maybe y’all are actually in secure love but either way you definitely act like you’re in love and you’re fucking like you are and you’re always together bc neither of you can function without the other. it’s obsessive

need it to be one of those heart-wrenching loves that always feels unrequited—at least by one party. you’re both so young and immature and scared of commitment and as soon as one of you gets fed up with the other and moves on, maybe finds someone else to hang out with and date—the other gets obsessive and it’s always a push and pull, cat and mouse chase. always a game, and never an easy one.

even the beginning of your situationship with him was messy; art had been going on dates with a girl in the sorority paired with his frat. she was cute and sweet but art was drunk one friday at a party and there you were sucking a lime and downing bitter tequila shots. your face winced, and excess alcohol dripped down the valley of your tits and art was just drawn to you. he slurred in your ear about how fucking hot you looked and how he believed in love at first sight now and the alcohol in your system had made a bee-line to your libido. you were horny and art had heart-eyes and you grabbed him by the collar and kissed him hard against the wall. and the girl he promised would be his girlfriend within the next month watched with tears in her eyes.

every part of your relationship with art was fueled by passion, lust, instant gratification. it was easy to stop by art’s apartment and ride him in a frenzy to blow off steam before a big test. and art, needing to rid himself of excess energy after a big tennis match could text you that he was coming over, fuck you from behind and leave without overflowing expectations or an excess of emotions. just a peck on the cheek and a see ya later would suffice.

and it did suffice, until you broke things off with him one saturday morning in early spring. it was still cold outside, and art saw his breath as he tried to steady his breathing. he wasn’t supposed to feel like this. like his fucking chest was constricting as you explained to him that you met somebody. that you were going to be with him and you couldn’t talk to him anymore.

“sorry artie.” you said. you rubbed his shoulder and gave him a hug and you swore you heard a sniffle but art swallowed the lump in his throat and left. why would you say sorry?

you did date that guy for a few months. and art even found a girl to go out with for awhile. she was sweet, and looked a tad like you.

but it just didn’t feel right. it was secure and happy. safe, healthy, committed. but it didn’t fuel a fire. it didn’t leave scratches on art’s back and burning handprints on the fat of your ass. it didn’t excite either of you. and you both bit your cheeks and feigned smiles. pushed the food around your plates for a few months. and then tennis season was in full swing and you went to a match with your boyfriend.

art looked up at the two of you from the court. he stopped practicing, stopped serving, stopped functioning. he just stared and bit his lip so hard it turned white and simultaneously drew blood. how fucking could you.

because there his own girlfriend was, swinging her legs in the front row. confused about what had just shifted the mood.

you pretended to get sick and art feigned a fever when he should’ve been celebrating his win. all excuses to get away from your significant others—well, that wasn’t a good term for them.

but art found himself in your driveway and he didn’t even have to knock on the door before you were outside on the porch. and then you were in his arms, backed against the front door. there wasn’t time to go inside. there was never enough time. art kissed you like it would be his last chance to—because maybe it would be. and you returned the sentiment. you both felt horrible. unfaithful and disgusting and selfish. but that wasn’t enough to make either of you stop because neither of you had felt that forest fire in your stomachs when you kissed your respective partners. but here it was, blazing up your throats as you yanked art impossibly closer. you saw your boyfriend’s car pull up next to art’s. you saw his silhouette in your peripheral vision, and art felt his phone vibrating with a call from his girlfriend. but neither of you stopped.

you both got dumped that night. the same night that art fucked you like he loved you. he even said he did.

but next week you saw him on a coffee date with a girl on the track team and you gave him a tight smile. of course that would’ve been too easy. you needed to stop being so naive.

[purple-imagines]

Bloated?

Pairing - Paul Lahote x FemaleReader

Summary - Reader starts gaining weight and the pack starts noticing

Warnings - body shaming, kissing, swearing, pregnancy, vomiting, period talk, Jacob being an ass, kinda ooc

Word Count - 3693

Masterlist

Friday, June 6th

"Em?" Y/N asked looking into the mirror at her stomach. "Does my stomach look, I dont know, bloated to you?"

"Um, yeah, maybe a little bit. I dont think it's anything to worry about though." The older woman replied, after looking at the girls stomach.

"I just feel like I'm getting fat. Paul probably notices too." She put her head down.

"Honey, that boy loves you more than anything. You're his whole world. You have nothing to worry about. He imprinted on you and he loves you. Now stop putting yourself down and help me make this food for them animals."

The girl laughed and started getting the table set.

Tuesday, June 10th

"Hm. That's weird."

"What?" Leah asked, the girl staying at her house.

"Nothing, just my period was supposed to start 3 days ago. I'm sure it's fine, this happens sometimes."

"If you're sure, and hurry up Elijah is about to kill Klaus."

Thursday, June 19th

The girl let out a groan, flushing the toilet after being woken up with the sudden urge to vomit.

Saturday, June 21st

All the girls, Emily, Leah, Kim, and Y/N, were all out shopping and having a girls day.

While Leah and Kim were looking through sets of bikinis. Y/N pulled Emily to the side.

"Em, I think I might be pregnant."

"What? Why do you think that??"

"Um, my periods late, my stomach looks bloated, and I've been throwing up. Not to mention Paul made my favorite dinner the other night and I couldn't stand the smell."

"We need to get you a test then, Hon."

***

After Leah and Kim left, Emily let Y/N go into the bathroom to take the test.

Coming out the bathroom, Y/N starts stressing. "What if its positive? What will Paul think? How do I deal with this?"

"Hey. Hey. Just breath. Let's first figure out if you're pregnant or not." Emily calmly says.

"Yeah, you're right." Taking a deep breath she starts to calm, until the timer goes off and her eyes get wide. "Can you check?"

Emily walks into the bathroom and looks at the test, coming out with tears in her eyes. "Um, yeah, you're pregnant"

"Oh mi gosh. Em, what am I supposed to do? Paul and I haven't even talked about kids. What if he doesn't want any?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. Take a couple days to think, and tell Paul when you're ready."

"Thank you, Emily. You always know what to say." The girl wraps her arms around the woman.

Wednesday, June 25th

The imprints made burgers and the pack was having a cookout. Everyone was making their plates. Y/N started to make her plate putting 2 burgers, each with cheese, tomato, onion, and chili. Put a little bit of slaw on the side and some chips.

"Dang girl, you're hungry today." Embry joked, making the girl laugh.

"He's not kidding you are eating a lot more lately." Jacob grumbled.

The girl got quiet and let out a silent "oh".

"What was that? Jacob." Paul growled.

"I'm just saying look at her Paul, everyone here notices how big she's getting. Maybe she should cut back."

After hearing that the girl started to stand up. Paul grabbing her hand. "Its fine, Paul. I'm just gonna go home."

She quietly grabbed her bag and apologized for the inconvenience. "Sorry, I didn't realize I did that. You can have them." Then she walked out the house. Leah chasing after her.

"What the fuck Jacob?!" Paul yelled.

"Paul." Sam warned.

"No Sam. He called her fat, she's not fat."

"We don't need a fight to break out."

"If he didn't want a fight he wouldn't have said anything."

"Paul. Enough."

Paul was shaking horribly. Sam pushed him out the house.

"Really Jacob?!" Jared called, running after Sam and Paul.

"Why is everyone so mad? I just told her how it was. You all can see how much bigger she's getting." Jacob tried to justify himself.

"That doesn't mean that you point it out." Seth told him.

"I know you were all thinking it. Just because I have the guts to tell Paul how it is doesn't make me the bad guy."

"Maybe you should learn the whole story before you go around hurting people."

"Seth. What's that supposed to mean? Seth!"

Seth ran out the house, hoping to find Leah and Y/N.

"Embry? Even you said something."

"I was joking Jake. What you did was uncalled for." Embry scoffed.

"Come on."

"Just stop Jacob." Emily snapped, causing the three left there to widen there eyes.

"Emily. Seriously? You know she's bigger!" Jacob was getting angry.

"Yeah, Jacob. She's eating more and getting bigger, but it's none of your business!" Emily snapped again.

"What if eating so much is hurting her?"

"It's not though, Jacob."

"How do you know??"

"Jacob when she is ready you'll know. Until then shut up."

"Sorry, damn."

***

"Y/N!"

"Y/N"

"Damn, you're fast."

"What do you want Leah?" Y/N sighed as she stopped and turned around, her eyes red and puffy.

"Don't listen to Jacob. He's an asshole."

"I don't care about what Jake said."

"You do or you wouldn't be crying."

"He called me fat Leah. I've never been called that before." She started to tear up. "And it's not even that I'm fat."

"What is it then?"

"Leah...I'm pregnant."

"What!? That's great news."

"Yeah, except for the fact everyone thinks I'm a pig now."

"They do not. If anyone's a pig it's Jacob. Now come on, you need the feed that little one."

***

"Paul!"

"Calm down!"

"Shift back!"

Sam phased into his wolf.

"Paul!"

"He's such an asshole." Paul snarled.

"You need to shift back. Calm down."

"I'm going to rip his throat out."

"Paul!"

"Come on Paul. She needs you." Jared joined.

"I'm trying! I can't control it."

"Calm your thoughts. Breath."

Paul started to shift back, pulling up his shorts in the process. Jared and Sam following shortly after.

***

"Y/N/N! Are you ok? You know Jake doesn't mean to be an ass." Seth tried to reassure the girl.

The girl laughed and grabbed Seth's hands. "Yes. I'm good. Thank you for checking up on me."

It was quiet for a few moments as the trio started walking back to the house. "So..." Seth piped up. "Does she know?"

Leah gasped. "What?! Know?! You told Seth before you told me!"

"He wasn't supposed to find out! He walked in on me having a meltdown about Paul." Y/N defended herself.

"Shit." The girl squeaked. "Paul! He's going to be asking questions. What am I supposed to tell him! I'm not ready. I just found out myself. I need to process this more. Stupid Jacob and his stupid big mouth!"

"Hey! Hey. Just breathe. Paul will understand if you don't want to talk." Leah reassured.

"Are you sure? Because Paul-"

Seth cut the girl off. "She's sure Y/N/N. He wouldn't pressure you into telling him something you don't want to. Now let's go eat I'm sure Little Bit in there is starving."

Both girls let out laughs.

"Um, guys, actually I was just going to go home. I don't wanna face Jacob's apologizes right now."

"Y/F/N you need to eat." Leah demanded.

"Just bring me something when you're finished? Please."

Leah sighed, knowing she wasn't changing the girls decision. "Fine. But you better eat everything I bring you."

"Pinky promise." She held up both her pinkies to Seth and Leah, Seth grabbing her pinky with his, giggling. Leah rolled her eyes, but nevertheless did the same.

"And..." The girl trailed. "Tell Paul that I took his truck. And that I'm ok?"

"So needy." Leah joked, dragging the 'y'.

"But fine I can do that."

"Thank you! You two are the best!"

"We know." They both said at the same time, causing the trio to laugh.

***

Back at home, the girl, took off her shoes and changed into pajama shorts and one of Paul's shirts.

Turning on her and Leah's favorite show to watch, 'The Vampire Diaries'. It was nice to watch people play supernatural creatures. Got their minds off of the real ones that loomed outside.

***

"Finally!" Was the first thing Leah and Seth heard as they walked through the door into Emily's and Sam's.

"Where's Y/N?" Was the second.

Leah was the one to tell Paul the situation.

"So, you just let her leave?" Paul said.

"Yes. She is a grown woman Paul." Leah retorted.

"She didn't even eat."

"I told her I would bring her something."

"I think I should go over there."

"No, you shouldn't." Sam butted in.

"And why not?!"

"Because Paul you just shifted you don't need to do that around her."

"I wouldn't hurt her." Paul glared.

"That's not the point. I said no and my answer is final. You will not go over to Y/N's tonight." Using his alpha voice, making Paul growl and leave the table.

***

"Is it bad that I'm kind of glad Sam did that?" The girl let out to her best friend.

"Yes!" Leah exclaimed.

"I just- I don't know what I would say to him."

"Your fear of confrontation is peeking through."

"Leah! This is serious."

"And I'm being serious. Paul deserves to know."

"I know. I'm just..." The girl let out a sigh. "Scared."

"You should never be scared with him. He looks at you like you're his sun. The thing that is keeping him alive."

"What if he doesn't want a baby? What if this is the one thing he can't handle with me." She whispered.

"That boy would love to start a family with you. The timing may not be ideal, but I've seen the way he looks at you. I saw the way he looked at you before the imprint. You are his literal everything and not just because fate decided you were destined. You were meant to have forever with each other way before fate decided it."

Y/N had tears in her eyes by the time Leah had finished. "I really needed that Leah." She sniffled. "I guess, sometimes, my insecurities take over. I've just been so scared, with the vampires and Bella. There's no time for a baby. Not in his life. He already has so much on him. Why do I need to add more?"

"Quit putting yourself down. You know you come first, when it comes to anything with Paul. A baby is not a burden, or something that just adds pressure. A baby can bring joy and bring people together. Maybe that's what we all need right now."

"Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"No maybe about it. I am right."

"Oh so modest." The girls giggled.

Thursday, June 26th

Awoken to heavy knocks on the front door, both girls growned, having stayed up most of the night talking.

"Y/N. Get the door." Leah grumbled.

"Why me?" The girl whined.

"It's your house."

"You kept me up all night."

"You mean you kept me up all night."

"No."

"Just open the door."

"Fine." She whined, pushing herself out of bed, looking at the clock on her nightstand that read 8:07 am.

Stomping to the door, grumbling profanities the whole way. She pulled the door open only to be greeted with-

"Paul?"

"Hey! I couldn't sleep without making sure you were ok. Jacob was an asshole. He never should have said those untrue things. I love your body and you should too. I think you're beautiful, inside and out. I don't care that you can eat two burgers, I love a woman that can hold her food. Yo-"

"Paul." She cut him off. "As sweet as this is, can we do it later? I'm sorry. Leah kept me up until 5 this morning and all I wanna do is curl up and take a hundred year nap."

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course. Want a cuddle buddy?" A smirk slowly rising on his face.

"You know I could never turn you down." She grinned pulling him inside and onto the couch.

***

By the time the girl woke Paul was already gone, a note in his place, telling her he had patrol but would be back after.

Leah was gone too, so the girl assumed the pack needed her as well.

Grabbing some clothes, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

***

After a much needed shower, Y/N looked out the window and noticed Paul's truck still in the driveway and his keys still on her nightstand.

Grabbing the keys, and getting in the truck, she started her drive to Emily's.

***

"Hey Em." She called, walking inside.

"Heyyyy." Said girl peeked her head out the kitchen. "I need to talk to you."

"Ok, nothing stressful about that sentence at all."

"Have you told Paul?"

"Diving right in, I see." She muttered.

"Huh?" Emily called from the kitchen.

"Oh! Uh- no I haven't."

"Do you know when you're going to? Because I think you should soon, it'll make all this doubt you have go away."

"I don't know. Soon though, promise!"

Tuesday, July 7th

Everyone was gathered around Emily and Sam's table, laughing and joking around. Well, everyone except Jacob he was upset with Bella, which made him brood.

Y/N sat beside Paul, occasionally stealing the tomatoes off his plate, he always put them to the side for her to grab because they were her favorites and he wasn't that fond of them.

Going unnoticed by the pack and the imprints, everytime she'd take one Jacob would roll his eyes and scoff.

Grabbing the last one of Paul's plate and about to put it in her mouth she was stopped by Jacob's rude voice.

"Are you serious?" He scoffed.

Everyone looked around confused as to what his sudden outburst was about.

"Everything ok, Jacob?" Emily asked.

Jacob let out a little laugh and clicked his tongue.

This time Y/N spoke up.

"Are you upset, Jacob?"

"Me? What? No." He paused. "I do think Paul should be though."

"Why would Paul be upset?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Because his girlfriend has already had more than enough, but she's still eating. And not just that but taking it off his plate. Do you really need that much food Y/N? All it does is make you fatter, which is definitely not something you need. If anything you need to exercise more." He spat at her.

His outburst caused Kim and Emily to let out gasps. Jared and Paul standing up.

Paul had his mouth open about to say something but before he could Y/N interrupted.

"Paul. It's fine. He can feel the way he feels. I'm just gonna go home."

"No you're not." Emily piped in. "Jacob if you could please leave."

"What?" Jacob exclaimed.

"I asked if you could leave, I expect you to use respect in my house and until I see you give some to Y/N I want you to leave."

"She's not even apart of the pack."

"She's an imprint. We are apart of this pack, now are you gonna apologize or did I need to get Paul to escort you out?"

Jacob scuffed, "I'm sorry I called you fat, it may be true but it was not nice of me to say."

Paul was fuming, "I accept your apology"

"No she doesn't." Paul vented.

"Paul, it's fine I don't wanna cause a fight."

"You're not causing the fight. He is."

"He apologized. That's enough. Let's finish eating, then I have to tell you something."

***

"You wanted to tell me something?" Paul said, as he drove them home.

"Can it wait? I'm really tired and just wanna go to sleep."

"Of course, Sweetheart." He kisses her temple.

Thursday, July 9th

"I'm telling him."

All three girls let out simultaneous screams.

"Finally!" Emily exclaimed.

"Took you long enough" Leah joked.

"I still can't believe you're pregnant." Kim gasped.

"Well maybe I should wait a little longer, maybe until August?" Y/N let out a cheeky grin.

"No!" All three girls yelled.

The guys were on patrol and the imprints had the house to themselves. There was a knock at the door.

The girl laughed as she got up to get the door.

"Are you expecting anyone?" Leah questioned Emily.

"No." Emily whispered out.

"Y/N don't answer that." Leah called.

"Guys I invited someone." Y/N answered back.

"Who? We're your only friends." Leah joked.

Y/N opened the door, only for Bella to be standing awkwardly on the other side.

"Hi! Come in. Come in."

"No." Leah deadpanned.

"I thought it would be nice. Jacob really likes her."

"Why do you care what Jacob thinks? He's an ass."

"He wasn't always one. And a friend of Jake's is a friend of ours."

"Well, I think it was nice of Y/N to invite Bella. Make yourself at home Bella, the guys shouldn't be back for a while so it's just us girls. Right now we're just talking but later we're baking!" Emily clapped.

"Ok." Bella squeaked out.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Kim." She introduced herself.

"Bella." She said and waved.

"Well sit down, come on." Emily waved her over. "You ok if we still talk about.."

"Of course! As long as you promise not to tell the guys." Y/N put on her best serious face and looked Bella dead in her eyes.

"I barely talk to them."

"You can't tell Jacob."

"I won't tell Jacob."

"Ok..well I'm pregnant, the baby is Paul's and I haven't told him yet."

"Omg. Congratulations."

"Thank you! I'm kinda in this adrenaline thing right now and I'm hoping it won't wear off by the time Paul gets here." The girls giggled.

"So. Boys!" Emily exclaimed. "Jared?"

"We're really good. He's the greatest. The other day he tried to make me breakfast in bed, he got up really early, my parents were out of town, word of advice Em, never and I mean ever let Jared in the kitchen. It was sweet though he brought me fried eggs and bacon, only all of it was black." Kim laughed at the memory. "And I have a burnt spot on the wall in my kitchen, he still won't tell me what happened."

"He's such a klutz."

"But he makes it so adorable!"

The girls laughed at how in love she was.

"I already told y'all all my boy struggles." Y/N threw her hands up. "What about Sam?" She wiggled her eyebrows, causing the girls to let out giggles.

"Sam is..." Emily let out a sigh, "Sam is perfect. The wedding is soon, as you all know. But enough about me I wanna know about your love life Leah. Oh, and Bella would you like anything to drink, we've got wine and water, sorry not much."

"I'm good. Thank you." Bella muttered, still awkward.

"Leahhhh. Love life. Go." Emily may be a little tipsy.

"Can't talk about something that's non-existent."

"Leah don't lie. We're all friends here." Y/N blurted out.

"Fine. I did meet this girl....but that's all I'm saying!"

Emily and Kim let out pouts while Y/N laughed, maybe letting them have wine was a bad idea.

"You." Emily pointed at Bella.

"Me?" Bella questioned.

"Yes. How's your vamp?"

"Oh, um- he's nice, I guess."

"No. I need more than nice."

"He's really good at dancing." Bella shrugged.

"I need more." Emily begged.

Maybe Bella should of said yes to that wine.

***

It had been a good four hours and 4 out of 5 of the girls were more than tipsy. The 5th one just laughing her ass off at her friends.

The guys were in for a surprise when they came in. There was flour everywhere. In places where flour shouldn't be.

The girls were sitting in a circle in the kitchen, giggling, waiting on their cookies and brownies and muffins to be done. They got a little over board.

Then the door opened and the girls went silent. Sam walked through the door to be met with flour and baking ingredients all over the table and counters, along with 3 empty bottles of wine. He could hear whispers in the kitchen.

"Maybe if we stay really quiet they won't realize we're here." Emily whispered. The other girls giggling. "Shhhhh."

Sam peered over into the kitchen, watching the five girls huddle down, not noticing he was there. Hearing the guys he quieted them letting them look.

Emily peered up seeing the guys watch them causing her to squeak and the other girls to look up.

Each guy had an amused look on his face, watching the girls.

"Welp, grab one." Sam called.

Sam scooped Emily up into his arms, causing her to let out of squeal.

Jared did the same to Kim, and Jacob to Bella. Seth grabbed his sister, and Paul grabbed Y/N.

"Paul, wait, I have to tell you something" Y/N said. "I'm not drunk. I can't even drink."

He took the girl and sat her down outside. She stood in front of him, and he gave her a look to continue.

Hearing loud noises coming from the house, they both looked over only to see all four girls watching them with wide grins on their faces.

"What is happening?" Paul asked, with a confused smile.

In the background you could hear the girls screaming with excitement.

"Here goes nothing. Paul..."

"Yes."

"I'm pregnant."

Paul's face was pure shock, all the girls in the background screaming and cheering.

"We're gonna have a baby?"

"Yeah. We're gonna have a baby. It's why I've been getting bigger, as Jacob so kindly reminds me."

"I'll kill him if you want me to."

"I know you would."

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why is the leech lover here?"

"I invited her. She's actually really nice. I get why Jacob likes her."

"I can't believe we're going to have a baby."

"Me neither."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: breeding kink, morning sex no pullout, slightly dogish König, etc. MDNI

König was very comparable to a big, sloppy dog. Mornings with him often replaced kisses with an extended lick of your face. His tongue dragging from your jaw all the way up to your cheek. Probably a low, feral growl from the back of his throat. Never one to use his words in the morning.

You'd wake up whining, swatting at him as a quiet fuck off. Of course König would just chuckle, mouthing at your bare shoulders. He was such a lewd man, always insatiably fucking horny, pawing to get more attention from your cunt.

Of course you didn't let him do whatever he want, that man needed discipline. So he'd settle for lazy thrusts between your soft thighs; and you allowed it, not let him know how horny he made you. It drove you crazy, his fat cock grinding against your clit through your panties, low moans and groans emitting that you stiffled into the pillow.

But like any dog, he had no send of boundaries. Sniffing and huffing at your neck, low whines emitting as he slipped just one finger inside your drooling hole. By then you couldn't help the weak and high pitched mewls that emitted from your now agape mouth. Eyes watering and lips trembling from how pathetically desperate you were by his constant bothering.

"Fuck, you're such an asshole."

König would chuckle, lazily prodding your creamy pussy with two thick fingers. Rough nips to your back that made you squirm and grind your hips in a constant motion. You looked fucking delicious, your arousal dribbling down his palm and wrist, getting him all filthy.

God, you made his balls ache with the need to stuff you full of his sperm. The desire to cum in your squeezing oussy that practically suckled away any droplet of load he reased was too antagonizing. He'd love to see you round and full of his baby, ruin your fucking life and make you a pretty house wife. But for now, he'd focus on getting his cock in you.

With a sharp pull of your waist his cock was rubbing against the entance of your dribbling pussy. He giggled a bit as you pushed to raise your ass up, whining so needily for his dick. König teased you some more, intentionally missing so he could coat his cock on your sweet nectar - would make you lick it off later as a thank you.

It wasn't until you began to cry in desperation did he finally began shoving his cock in you.

"Fuck..you are so tight, prinzessin."

König's words were breathless, lost in the euphoric sensation of your cunt sucking him good and proper. You crying and mewling about how good his dick felt. Each thrust allowed silky strands of milk white cum to stick between your thighs and ass. König slowly becoming more and more animalistic and sloppy into his thrusts, desperately rubbing your soft flesh as a way to keep touch with reality.

By the time he was brought to a shivering climax he was shaking, overstimulated, breathlessly mumbling incoherent romantic nonsense in your ears. You writhing under his weight, getting more relaxed of the warm heat of his body soothing your aching parts. His dick still shoved inside, not minding the cum that spilled out and dribbled to the bedsheets. Both of you fucked dumb and proper - perhaps too much for an early friday morning, no?

[nanamis-bigtie]

femdom delight

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Nanami Kento, Choso, Ryomen Sukuna Reader: female (cis) CW: explicit n.sfw content, femdom, individual warnings per each drabble, Sukuna's drabble (the last one) contains dark content Word Count: ~2.6k together A/N: dedicated to Gojo's slutty waist that isn't leaving me alone since last Friday. Higuruma and Choso per @childofblackmaria's request 😘

cw: pegging, breeding talk, teasing, dirty talk mixed with praise

Gojo’s thick thighs start trembling. He’s hanging on the last thin straps of control and dignity, the mewls he’s been giving you growing louder and lewder. Sweat pearls along his arching back; droplets dribble down his spine towards the line of shaved hair at the back of his head. 

You retract your hips, almost pulling out of him, and pour more lube on the shaft of your plastic cock. It slides back into him with delicious ease, slick, almost swallowed by his lustful greed. He moans, low and throaty, when you bottom out, buried balls-deep in him.

“Good boy,” you murmur and spread his asscheeks, devouring the views. You skim past sweaty hair and line of arched spine, towards the red marks your hands left by his waist, blooming with ease on his pale skin. Finally, you focus on your union, on his stretched hole gripping the thick shaft whenever you move your hips back. He doesn’t say it—but you know he’s begging for you to stay, to drill him deeper, to fuck and breed him throughout.

“You take me so well,” you coo and smirk, seeing Gojo finally caving and hiding face in pillows, his sweet sounds now muffled. “You love when I fuck you with this big dildo, hm?”

Sharp trembling of his limbs and a needy groan are his answer. You move the pump to your dominant hand and push his hips down. Obedient, he follows, sprawling himself flat on the bed. Mounting him comfortably you adjust the angle of your thrusts until they cease, fat dildo nestled in him deep and stable.

“What happened to my big and mighty Satoru Gojo?” You chuckle, drawing a line on his back with your nails. You love how his muscles tense under your touch; thin and white, barely visible, hairs stand up and tickle your fingertips. “You’re so behaved when you want my cock…”

You lie down and press close, your breasts flush against his broad, sweaty, hot back. Gojo groans louder again as he’s turned face to side for a breath, quickly hiding again. His long fingers dig helplessly into the sheets, immense pleasure overwhelming his reactions.

“Tsk, tsk, lemme hear you,” free hand sneaking into his hair you pull his head away from the safety of pillows, at the same time squirting some of the thick, cum-like lube into him. 

Gojo lets you. Loudly, shamelessly, and needy; such a lewd moan teared out of the throat of a man deemed the strongest. The strongest, yes, on the battlefield, stomping on the teared flesh of his enemies. But here, in your bed, he’s but your toy, a doll you use however you like. And whenever you like.

“Good boy.” You lick the back of his neck, bury your nose into the delicious smell of his hair. “You like when I breed you, hm? You’re such a cute cumslut for me.”

cw: bondage, sucking on strap, hint of footjob

You’ve expected that Higuruma wouldn’t submit to your will so easily. He’s not a brat in the usual meaning of it—but also not a man who would succumb easily to such mundane needs and whims. You don’t have all the power on him; his unwavering gaze, looking up at you, is a remarkable proof of his silent resistance. He’s on his knees only because he wants to, your whims and orders—and his distinct bulge pressing through his pants—have nothing to do with it.

And yet, he listens. And yet, the thrill of the moment is rushing through your veins like adrenaline. You love not having him wholly within your reach.

“You’re so silent…” Not daring to ruin the quiet, you don’t speak much louder than a whisper. “As a lawyer you should use more words…”

His gaze heavy and eyes half-lidded, Higuruma tilts head back and takes a deeper breath, the slightly whistling rustle of air is his only answer. Unfazed, you trace the lines or red ropes, tied around his chest and keeping his hand bound behind his back, with the tip of your stiletto. You can see his muscles taunting under a thin, white shirt, but that’s as much as you get out of him. Even when you keep moving down, towards the hard bulge, cozily underlined with another loop of rope.

“You’re not going to say anything?” You smirk and give your strapped cock a lazy stroke. Your hand is slick and sticky with strawberry-flavored lube you chose for tonight—and you feel an immense urge to wipe it against his cheek, to stain his handsome face before you move to the main course. 

Higuruma’s gaze flicks down, towards the dildo, his Adam’s apple bobbing just slightly at the sight of thick, heavy droplets sliding down its shaft.

“Are you hungry?” You tease and press his crotch harder. His hips jerk forwards, he ruts against your foot but stutters and stills as fast as he’s reacted. 

“Anything you say can be used against you.” Moving the tip of your shoe against the curve of his bulge, you taste the words and their weight on your tongue. “But this is not a court. Your punishment will be only your reward. And if you’re going to be a good boy, we might even skip that part.”

He jerks again, a slow, dragging move of hips against your sole—but this time you see pleasure and need in his eyes, the everlasting calm, emotionless, expression breaking into a pleading, demanding whim.

You can’t help but smirk with satisfaction.

“Are you hungry?” You repeat and reach out to him. Higuruma hesitates only for a moment.

“I am, ma’am.” He shimmies closer, clumsily with hands bound, and licks your palm, opens mouth wide for your fingers. You toy with him, test how nimble his tongue is, how deep he can take you before he gags. The way he whimpers around your fingers, the way his eyes darken with pleasure, the way tears prick at their corners when you touch his limits… You’re getting wet just from the sight.

“I have something bigger for you.” Grabbing your cock at the base, you rub its head against his lips. 

You don’t have power over Higuruma—but at this moment, at this moment only, he blindly gives you all the reins, and swallows the offered treat like a good boy he is.

cw: crossdressing, rimming, degradation

Nanami blushes so easily, for his own demise. The curse of his Nordic ancestors ruins his serious demeanor at the slightest inconvenience—and he’s extra prone to any intimate situation, to restless teasing and to pushing him into an utterly embarrassing state. 

But it looks so cute. Especially paired with a skimpy maid dress.

“Your tea, ma’am.” He places the tray with the teakettle, cup and three cookies, neatly piled on a little porcelain plate. He pours you some, careful to not spill a single droplet, and takes a few steps back for a respectful distance.

“Thank you.” You nod with a smile and let your gaze wander up his legs. Long, strong legs, with thighs thick enough to crush wooden logs—now deliciously exposed by a tight, short dress. It’s frilled and has a window on his chest: a perfect view on big, soft and hairy pecs, additionally squeezed by restraining fabric. “Are you wearing panties?”

Red explodes on Nanami’s face, and he has to bite on lips before he dares to speak, “No, ma’am, I am not.”

You click your tongue with a feigned disappointment, “Bend over.”

His legs are shaking and he’s right on the verge of giving up to embarrassment—but he listens and shows you his rear against the same table, right next to your tea set. 

“Walking around the house, working and cleaning, without any underwear?” You don’t need to lift the skirt to see what you want but you do it anyway. “You’re such a dirty slut, Kento-chan.”

Slowly, you drag a finger down from his butthole towards his balls—and he whimpers, voice muffled, as he’s probably hiding face in hands right now.

“Dirty, horny whore of a maid—” You keep teasing him at the same spot, watching with satisfaction as he’s growing fast under your ministrations— “thinking about his mistress doing lewd things to his little, tight hole… Instead of working…”

“I’m sorry, ma’am…” Nanami chokes on words, trying his hardest to overpower whimpers and mewls. “I promise… Never again…”

“Aww, aren’t you sweet?” You tease his entrance with a slow, encircling move. It twitches, hungry for your attention. “For a cock-hungry whore you have such an angelic voice. I can’t help but devour you, Kento-chan.” 

You nudge his legs open wider and kneel between them, face at the level of his ass. Tension runs through his muscles, not a bad one, but definitely nervous and embarrassed to high heavens. You suck a little, teasing hickey on the inner side of his thigh, smirking as his whimpers grow louder and more desperate.

“You were dreaming about my tongue, weren’t you?” You spread his cheeks open and move closer, your breath ghosting against the most sensitive and intimate part of his body. “Be a good whore and admit it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Nanami’s voice—usually so low and raspy—breaks with ease. “Please, can I have it?”

You reward his honesty with a deliberate lick, from his balls towards his hole. He moans—and immediately shuts his mouth with both hands.

“No, Kento-chan—” You pull away, not without satisfaction noting how he sighed, disappointed. “You will get my tongue only if you sing for me like a dirty slut you are.”

You lick at his butthole this time, teasingly sliding the tip of your tongue inside until you hear his voice clearly again, truly a melody for your ears.

cw: restraints, overstimulation, begging, non-penetrative sex

You know the power that lies in Choso’s arms, in those thick muscles and big hands, capable of tearing and crushing and breaking—and carrying you around as if you were but a mere feather. That’s why you ordered custom handcuffs, from the strongest materials available, and then bribed Gojo Satoru with a pile of sweets to imbue them with an insane load of cursed energy, so they could work as a decent seal.

Even though you hear the metal chain moaning as loud as him when he pulls, trying to break free and grab your hips to get what he desperately needs from you.

“Fuck! Y/N!” Choso thrashes head to sides, hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. “Please. Please! I can’t any longer! I—”

His hoarse voice turns into a whimper when you drag your hips again, wet, hot slit against his painfully hard and sensitive cock.

“Please what?” You coo, keeping the slow, teasing pace. “Can you finish the sentence?”

You press harder against him, putting almost all of your weight into the friction, and the attempt to answer dies on him with a moan.

Smirking, you continue, one hand running through his chest hair and happy trail. His abdomen is stained with cum, on top of a glistering layer of sweat; you brought him to his high a few times already, restlessly rubbing your cunt against his cock until he’s come all over himself—and never ceasing doing so. He’s so sensitive and spent he’s shaking and raging, each move of your hips sparking his nerves like an electric shock. Veins bulge on his arms, muscles twitch and taunt—but the handcuffs are merciless. 

Drooling and crying, Choso finds some power to hump against you, but he steals only some more friction, not exactly what he wants and needs.

“Please… Lemme cum…” His big, puppy eyes seem even bigger under the thin layer of overstimulated tears.

“Oh? But you already came so much…” You cease moving until he stops jerking and shifting under you. Choso is desperate and half-mad with lust but still understands as much. If he wants to get what he asks for, he has to play on your rules. “Do you still want more? So greedy…”

“N-no… Lemme… Lemme in—”

You cut his pleading shut with a sudden, sharp drag of hips—and a shameless moan of your own. Long session of teasing and rubbing against him hasn’t left you unbothered; your juices stain his lower abdomen and sheets under you two. You’re teetering on the line of your first orgasm—and frankly, his helpless whimpers and begging only stir you on more. 

You’re not taking this pleasure away from you.

“Y/N!” Choso sobs, the bed frame creaking as he’s thrashing against the restraints. “Please! Fuck! Please! Put it in! Lemme cum in you!”

You stop again and lean down, squishing his cheeks and forcing him to look at you, until he remains still and silent, obedient the same way he’s been when you’ve cuffed him to the bed.

“That’s better.” You smile and kiss his tears away. “But I’m cumming first. Then you can ask me nicely again.”

cw: dubcon, handjob, forced orgasm, Sukuna threatens you with...Sukuna-compliant things

“I’m going to kill you.”

The weight of those words and the range of the voice saying them would have you terrified under any other circumstance. But you’re midst one of those once-in-a-millennium moments, in power you would never expect yourself to ever have. You are the stronger one. You are dealing the cards and dictating the conditions. You are having a curse on your mercy—and nothing and no one could stop you from doing whatever you want to do now.

He seems to care about it as much as you care about his threats.

“I’ll rip your head off.” Sukuna muses, as disinterested as if he wasn’t spread against a wall and pierced to it, all four arms plastered with countless seals. Each would be enough to kill a curse of a significant power. “I’ll tear your ribcage open and smash your heart. And break all your limbs. Gauge your eyes. Bite your breasts off. And then fuck whatever is left of you. All of that while keeping you alive, you worthless maggot.”

“Don’t make me rip your tongue out.” You scoff and squeeze him harder. Any other creature would be already hissing in pain—but not the king of curses. He’s “just” hard against your palm, heavier than any cock you’ve held in your life.

Half of this is satisfaction from his miserable state—and half of it sheer curiosity. But overall, his and only his fault. Even if on the verge of a death sentence, Sukuna couldn’t keep his filthy mouth to himself. You, well, just accepted the challenge.

“You want to harm me.” He laughs, loud and ugly. “You can’t even get me to cum with those weak hands of yours.”

Instead of answering you squeeze his cock so hard you feel pain in your hand. Sukuna’s smirk fades a little and his eyes pop open as he lets out a hiss, not a painful one, but still, the first vocal reaction you’ve heard of him.

His other cock, on purpose ignored and abandoned, twitches and brushes against your wrist. You crook an eyebrow at the sight, triumphant and encouraged.

“Not only you will cum—” Keeping a steady and tight hold on him, you jerk him violently— “you will cum when I tell you so, you worthless curse.”

“You’re a mouthy bitch.” Sukuna scoffs, both pairs of eyes squinted and observing you with disdain. “But that’s as much as you can—”

Genuine surprise flashes through his face when, with a free hand, you trace and press at his perineum.

“Fuck—” He groans and thrashes against the binds. “You—”

“A worthless maggot who can’t even get you to cum?” Now, having a thread ready in your reach, you don’t intend to let it go. The satisfaction from humbling Sukuna himself is even greater than the views and arousal coming from absolute control.

Who knows, maybe you will cave against your inner promise and use his cocks for your own pleasure after you get bored with milking him?

Smirking, you watch him crumble and succumb into your touch—until he finally caves in himself, with a loud, demon-like groan, spurting cum from both of his cocks all over your hand.

“I’m going to kill you,” he repeats, sheer murder beaming from his eyes. “No, you will beg me to kill you.”

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

A week of weird!girl outfits. I’ve seen a few people do this with their readers and I think it’s so cute so I made one for our girlie. I absolutely looove fashion so this was sm fun🎀

Monday: Rafe usually works all day on Monday’s so weird!girl spends a lazy day at home, waiting for him of course(yes that’s his hoodie). She usually just watches tv or movies, plays video games, orders some boba off door dash. This is really just an average day at home alone for her.

Tuesday: Rafe likes to run errands on Tuesday’s. Random little shit like the grocery store and going to the pet store to get stuff for her weird!Girl’s bunny. She likes to be comfy these days because errands tend to make her stressed and comfy clothes lessen her sensory overload.

Wednesday: Beach day. Weird!Girl isn’t big on swimming or getting wet but what she is big on? Looking cute in a little beach outfit. Sitting on Rafe’s lap while he drives his expensive ass boat and drinking fruity little drinks in the sand.

Thursday: Date night!! These aren’t always on Thursday’s but one night a week when Rafe gets off work he likes to treat his lil weird!girl to a night out. Dinner at her favorite restaurant. The carnival that’s in town for the week. Taking her to that movie she’s dying to see. Anything her heart desires, it’s hers, really.

Friday: Rafe likes to throw fat parties on Friday’s because weekends are for him and his girl. Weird!girl likes to show out on these days because she isn’t who people would expect Rafe to end up with so she has to remind these hoes that at the end of the day she is Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend. And there’s a reason for that.

Saturday: Shoppingg day with Rafe !! He takes his weird!girl to get her nails redone, to the mall, to all the little vintage shops she loves. And of course he takes her to her fav spot for lunch. Weird!girl loves thrifted and vintage pieces but at the end of the day she’s a rich girl at her core. She does prefer vintage designer pieces but Rafe can’t help but buy her all the pretty bags, shoes, and jewelry he sees that remind him of her.

Sunday: Lazy day with Rafe, weird!girl likes to wear her cutest little lingerie on these days because they’re usually free use days. Her and Rafe spend the whole day rotating between fucking, smoking, movie marathons and ordering food. These are her favorite days.

All things Rafe & his weird!girl here

[strangerhottotties]

Mad Sounds - Part 2 - E.M.

Part 1

Summaries: You get Eddie's assignments back for the week and you have a meeting in his van to discuss...

Warnings: Horny shit. Minors fuck off. Mentions of masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight heavy petting and VERY brief grinding.

A/N: Just on my whore shit. I'm finally evening out after coming off birth control so the engine's warming for the first time all year. I share this with you at your own risk. My husband, ever my cheerleader picked out Eddie's test scores for the first couple weeks. Please enjoy.

Special thank you to my bestie who edited this and gave music recommendations: Taylor Swift's 'I Can See You' and 'Dress'.

All week Eddie hovered over you, never was he more than five minutes late to a study session. His newfound eagerness to study had turned more than a few heads. But ever the attention whore, he had turned his audience to you exclusively as much as he possibly could.

Every visit to your locker to retrieve books, he was right there to smile at you brazenly, eyes sliding over your form. It thrilled you. You had an incentive that no one else had ever offered, it fed your confidence. Eddie, ever the flirt, always held doors open for you, now insisted on being as gentlemanly as he possibly could.

All week he's been flashing a crisp red folder at you. Every time you see it, a tingle begins beneath your skin. The flat cardstock you always expect to warp, but the only distortion was the exaggerated hand drawn font across the front. Inside contained every assignment he'd received a grade for this week.

When the final bell rings on Friday afternoon, you make your way to your locker. Your eyes draw up towards your locker and catch a glimpse of Eddie leaning against the set of your lockers. He's a constant in the flow of bodies eager to leave the premises. His eyes as you approach are downright insidious, utterly wicked as he notices you. He fans himself that red folder.

"Hey, Honey," he hums, smile twisting with false sweetness like he was made of Aspartame. "I do hope you're prepared to pay up. I worked hard for these grades."

There were only three classes you were tutoring him in. The remaining classes he needed to graduate. Mr. Allen's Chemistry, Mrs. O'Donnel's Advanced Algebra, and Mr. Jones's Government class.

Thankfully your blush is minimal as you stop in front of the blocked lockers. "Hand 'em over," you hum, holding out your hand. He passes the folder into your hands and you're a little surprised by just how thick it feels in your hand.

He pushes off the wall and leans in close enough to your ear to taunt you that you can feel the heat of his breath fan across your cheek. "I even did the extra credit in Chem." You quirk an eyebrow at him as he holds you in an intense stare just inches from your face. You try to suppress your smile as you adjust the books in your arms to give it your full attention.

It'd be a lie to say that you weren't utterly feverish to discover exactly how good. How many times you thought of him tucked under you comforter at night, aching for his promises that he made last Friday. Aching to know how he tasted, what those talented fingers could do, and how much eagerly he wanted to touch you. Late nights filled with desperate, muffled whines for him. Keeping quiet as you squirm in the dark, wishing for the relief that his skin would give you, craving giving him anything he needed, being by Eddie Munson. 

He seemed pretty excited. "Extra credit, who are you and what have you done with Eddie?" You tease softly, your smile turning demure. Eddie's shoulders roll back as he tilts his head to the side, modeling his pretty neck for you. It reminds you of a brightly colored bird.

"What can I say, I really like my tutor." The hallways are beginning to clear as you flip open the folder and smile at the top page. His government test with a big, fat 'B-' on the top right corner. You flit your eyes over to his, where they burn with a darkness. He blows you a playful kiss.

"This is excellent Eddie!" You flip through his next couple assignments. "Two 'C's, a 'C+', 'B-', and a 'B', Extra credit..."

"I got full credit for it, does that count as an 'A+'." You flush as you consider. It certainly shouldn't go unrewarded if you wanted to encourage it. You draw out your consideration and his eyes light up with eagerness.

"I don't think this warrants that kind of reward," you answer honestly and he deflates, until you follow up with a... "but..." his head snaps up at that, "I kind of had a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" He asks. "Don't leave me in suspense, sweetheart." You glance around at the lingering student body.

"Can we go out to your van first?" You ask him quietly. His face goes blank and he snatches your hand to pull you towards the front doors. "Wait, wait, wait, Eddie!" you call and he halts as you dig the heels of your shoes into the tiled floor to yank him to a halt.

"What?"

"Let me get my bag first. It's in there." Eddie grins and turns around to sweep his hands at your locker. You smile and turn to open your locker, Eddie hanging over your shoulder.

"Do I get a hint?" he hums, but before you can answer, someone shouts his name from down the hall.

"Eddie, c'mon, what are you standing around for? We've got to set up!" You glance down the hall at Gareth and Jeff. Gareth is throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hold on!" He shouts and then turns his attention back to you.

"Do you need to go?"

"No, not even hellfire is getting between me and this surprise," he grins.

"Oh, you guys moved it to Friday?"

"Yeah, I figured we can tweak our schedule tomorrow. I can pick you up-"

"Hey, Eddie!" You giggle at the second interruption of the conversation. Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler's little brother, are jogging up to the irate metalhead. Eddie's mouth presses into a thin line as he regards the kids.

"What is it?" He sighs,

"What's up your ass?" Mike scoffs. You bite your lip to hold your laugh as you start filing through what books you'll need for weekend homework.

"Conversation, A," he points to himself, "B," he points to you, "see your way out of it!" You drag your bag out of your locker and close it. You hit him with an unimpressed look.

"Well, we wanted to ask," Dustin starts, "but I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Dustin, this is Mike." He holds his hand out with a toothy grin. You take his hand, shaking it with an introduction as Eddie slips up next to you.

"We're in Hellfire with Eddie and it's supposed to start in like, five minutes, would you like to join?" You blink with surprise.

"Oh, I don't know how to play D'n'D." You reply evenly. Eddie clears his throat softly.

"I could teach you," he offers, regarding you with playful eyes.

"Totally, it's actually super fun! It's based on strategy and there's a ton of different ways to play!" Mike encourages and receives a harsh look from the senior standing beside you. Eddie was being possessive of you, wanting your singular attention.

"Look, whatever this is..." He gestures between the two of them. "Lose it. I'll be in there. Give me... fifteen minutes?" He confirms with you.

"Be nice," you instruct him flatly before turning towards the two kids. "But fifteen minutes should do it." He rolls his eyes at the kids and grabs your hand to start dragging you away.

"Who'd have thought Eddie's girlfriend would be so nice?"

"Girlfriend?" You repeat in surprise to Eddie exclusively when he comes to a full stop at the word. The kids are walking away and thankfully don't hear your question.

"I never told them you were my girlfriend," he immediately discloses to you. You roll your eyes at him and continue you on, tugging at his hand but admiring the pretty blush that fans his cheeks.

"Come on, sweetiepea," you tease and he laughs awkwardly as you are both trotting into the parking lot.

"But, um," he rumbles in a far more sober tone, he pulls you to a stop, facing you directly. "I want to take you out." You tense as he says this.

"Oh." You sigh and glance around as you think. You shift on your feet as he tilts his face to the side. "You do?" You ask.

Eddie gives an awkward chuckle. "You don't?" He prompts. You teeter on your toes for a moment.

"I think it's more complicated than that, Eddie," you tell him softly, "but I'm... open to talking about it." He wets his lips and steps closer, eyes sliding across your eyes.

"Honey," he hums, "You don't have to go out with me, but... answer me this," he uses the knuckle of his free hand to nudge your chin up a bit, "Do you want... me?"

The air smells earthy. A contradiction in itself as dead leaves skirt across the asphalt of the draining parking lot. Eddie was washing his vulnerability across your skin with the trial of his voice. It was braver than you had any right to enjoy, but after a moment of thought you feel the need to meet him on that level, to share in that vulnerability so it wouldn't be quite so scary.

Your free hand drifts across his jean vest, taking in the coarse fabric as you reach for the collar. You grasp it firmly before pulling him closer to you. You breathe deeply before sighing out, "Yes."

It's simple as he nods. "That's so stupid of you," he responds with a nervous smile.

"Only if you make it so," you reply with a warning and he breathes shakily. You release him by the collar and continue pulling him to his van. He rushes to get to the passenger side for you, swinging the door open. "Thank you," you chirp and climb in. He trots around to the other side and slides into the driver's seat.

There is a heavy moment of silence as you glance at each other. "So, when I had you teach me something," you start as he twists to face you in the seat, "I wanted to model the studying after how you teach. I figure that's the easiest way for you to learn."

Eddie's eyebrows tilt up. "What was your conclusion?"

"Kinesthetic mostly," he gives you a crumpled look. "Hands on. You need to be apart of it, to tinker."

"How do you learn?"

"Writing and visually. The four main groups are kinesthetic, writing, visual, and audio. You are more audio and kinesthetic, if you're learning to play songs by ear." He tilts his head at you with interest. "So, that being said, you've responded the best so far to... motivation and you get distracted when your bored so I was worried that the motivation might get boring for you."

Eddie barks a laugh at you, eyes glittering. "Jeez, your brain is like a supercomputer, I swear." Your face twists at that and you bite your lip as Eddie's smile fades. "Hey, it's a compliment. I swear," he urges.

"I..." you start and fade off.

Eddie takes a deep frustrated breath and looks out at the parking lot. "I know I try to get under your skin," he starts, "but I hate it when you make that face. It kind of makes me sick to my stomach. It's not as fun as I expect it to be. So what did I say, that's the second time now."

You fiddle with the strap on your bag for a moment, fighting the tears away. "'I’m not a robot, Eddie. I have emotions and thoughts and... I don't always get... what's said in between the words. Logic is easier... that doesn't make me less human." A hand skirts across to brace on your knee and your stomach jumps.

"If anything," he coaxes, "it makes you superhuman. Better than the rest of us." You spare a glance over at him and find soulful, brown eyes glittering at you. "I've never met anyone who just... understands. I watch and I see, but you, you watch and you understand. I see the gears turning in your head all of the time. I wish I had that setting."

"It's not a setting, it's all the time. I can't just switch it off. My brain never stops." Eddie smiles at you, eyes crinkling with empathy.

"I think I understand that better than most. It's like fighting nature itself. Never a quiet moment." You nod at him, sighing out with some relief that he understood. He could conceptualize how you operated.

"Exactly."

Eddie's smile widens. "So, do I still get my surprise?"

It's your turn to smile at the way he defuses your tension. "Of course," you reply as he gives you a gentle squeeze of your thigh. You draw the cardboard out of your bag to reveal a spinning dial, expertly color coded. You present it to him as he laughs. "We could fill in with little things that if you're sick of my cookies or something you can spin for a possible change."

"I get to pick things out?" He chirps.

"Sure, as long as we both agree." Eddie grins maliciously and his fingers pinch the tender skin on the inside of your thigh, making you squeak and swat at his hand. His eyes widen.

"Are you ticklish?" He rumbles playfully.

"Eddie, you've got like five more minutes..." you warn sternly, pushing his hand away with an embarrassed glare. He pouts and leans in towards your face, eyes lit up like a cat that's noticed a mouse.

"Okay, okay... is that long enough for me to get the reward for my 'B-'?" Your cheeks flush further and you glance into the back of his van. That could be secluded enough you think.

"Okay," you hum softly and his eyebrows raise with delight.

"Really?"

"Mhmm." You nod your head towards the back of his van and he darts, snatching your hand to pull you after him.

"Please tell me I can unwrap you like a present," he begs and the way he asks makes your knees tremble enough that you wobble and stumble down on them after you've barely made it past the front seats. Eddie's eyes go wide as he tries to soften your fall.

"Ah, sorry!" You chirp, a little frazzled as you attempt to give him an embarrassed smile.

His grin etched across his face, full of salacious cues. "What, that get you excited, pretty girl?"

Your cheeks flare with heat as your brain sparks out and he must see it written on your face because his laugh is out right evil. He's corrosive to your steely exterior and there was nothing you could do to stop that. The only thing rotating through your head was Eddie's voice saying pretty girl on repeat.

Was that really all it took to fry your circuits?

"Uh-huh," fell from your mouth before you could stop it.

Eddie's face freezes, too as you cave into him. It was an excellent example of just how easy you were to bend under the right circumstances. Eddie swallows before giving you a possibly nervous laugh and kneeling down with you.

"I-I mean... shit," you say, hands covering your face in horror. Your nervous break has Eddie grinning and pulling your hands away from your mouth. "I didn't... mean to-to say that-that." You squeeze your eyes shut and your lip wobbles because the repeating words begin.

Eddie sets your palms down in your lap as he gives you a chuckle, wetting his lips. "I think I could use a little more of your honesty," he rasps and your breath hitches as he reaches for your waist, untucking your shirt and sweater with a wiggling motion from where they are secured in the waistband of your jeans.

You don't trust yourself to speak, not when he's staring right at you with those endless eyes. He's barely (technically not even) touching you and your chest is expanding deeper and deeper with each breath.

If you could only see inside his head, every ounce of delicate nervousness would be washed away. Every conscious moment had you. He felt like he was fourteen all over again, springing erections at the very smell of you or the curl of your shy smiles, the ones that had lingering of heat at the edges. The idea of you giving yourself over to him so easily.

If it had been any other girl, he'd have been excited, sure. He was twenty and a pretty girl offering her services as a reward would have simply been a brag. But it was you. You who had seemed so immune to his ridiculous boyish crush for years. You who had been impervious to every flirt he'd attempted throughout the years. You who was smarter than anyone he'd ever met. You who didn't give a shit if you were a cheerleader or if you were dating a jock. You who'd actually had a sense of justice. You... who offered yourself to him ooohhh so sweetly in his bedroom after a tearfilled confession.

It was torture.

He'd had to fuck his fist three times after you left that night just to be able to get rid of the ever-returning erection. Hell, you'd given him more than enough to work with.

"Fuck," he groans as he peels the sweater up over your head and you happily help but lifting your arms. "You don't even know how hot you look right now."

It makes you whimper.

Eddie freezes as he stares at you, his own chest rising and falling heavily. His fingers tremble as they work your buttons loose. The sounds of shaky breathing and the soft press of fabric sliding on fabric is filling the inside of the enclosed space. It's a little too stuffy in here but that makes your heart pound harder as his fingers glide gently over the skin of your shoulders.

It hitches your breath, the heat of his palms as he pushes the open blouse off your shoulders. Your brain, as if to prove your earlier conversation wrong, melts in the heat of the moment until you can't think. Those eyes scorch your skin as he takes in the silky hold of your breasts. He hooks his index fingers through the straps and drags them slowly down, savoring unwrapping you.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, face crumbling in distress as you feel the fabric flip under your breasts. His face is twisted as his eyes take a moment to dart up to yours. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that falls out is another soft, "Jesus Christ."

He looks closer to tears than you've ever seen. It's what drives you to lift up onto your knees and push closer, cupping his head in your hands. He's so close you can feel his damp breath breeze across your breasts. His hands rise to cradle your waist, sliding up you until with a jerk you're in his lap and gasping.

Your sternum collides a bit with his forehead as his hands start to creep upward. You smack his hands and he jerks away to stare at you like a kicked puppy. It almost works.

"What?"

"'B+'," you reply. "You... you've earned the right to... see them, and to... a picture, but you-you haven't earned feeling them," you whisper, voice already fighting to come out. Eddie's gaze softens and he nods obediently.

"Look so good," he sighs. "So good." There is a mutual understanding, the dangling that if he really wanted to, he could. He was inches away from his fingers gliding up to caress you in the way you ached for. Barely a breath away from scooping up your nipple with his tongue to taste. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of my rewards?” He asks, fingers dancing sweetly over your waist again.

A shuddering sigh leaves you and you swallow the saliva building in your mouth. Your thumbs trace his cheek bones. “Every night since you offered to touch me,” you manage on the edge of a sigh, cheeks deepening with color. Your eyes float up to gauge his reaction, flutter with the desire to turn away. His fingers tighten and knead the skin of your waist.

His mouth goes slack with want, eyes boring into yours. “I love your honesty. You’re being so good,” he praises softly.

It felt kind of torturous but as he adjusts you feel something nudge your center and your eyes snap down to the shape at the front of his pants. "He doesn't lie, you know," he promises you.

"No?" You find yourself smiling with mild amusement. "It's not like Pinocchio?" Eddie grins nearly drunkenly at your poor joke.

"The polar opposite... save for being woody," he rumbles back and juts his chin in your direction. He's staring at your mouth, his hands finding purchase on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles over your skin, sending tingles down your legs.

You sink curiously down into his lap and his eyes seal shut with a rather deep intake of his breath. Your heart is hammering at the sight as you feel yourself pulse against him. As he breathes out his eyes hood at you, mouth tilting towards yours.

You lean back with your shoulders, just barely out of reach of his kiss. A taunted groan rumbles in his chest. "No?" He hums.

You wet your lips, a demure smile spreading across your mouth as you shake your head at him. You find yourself biting your lower lips to keep you grounded.

"What do I have to do to earn that then?" He asks.

"Add it to the-the wheel?" You offer and his smile is stretching affectionately across his face. He sighs softly.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Eddie! You better get your ass out here!" Gareth roars as you're both scrambling in the back of the van.

Eddie launches you onto your back beside him as he scrambles up to the driver's seat and rolls the manual window down. It nearly knocks the adrenaline out of you as he grumbles about 'these friends cockblocking him'.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Eddie snarls as you're sliding your straps back in place and searching for your blouse.

"My problem? Dude, get out here! We're ready to start our campaign and you said 'fifteen minutes' twenty... two minutes ago."

"Gareth," Eddie seethes as you button the front of your shirt, not bothering with all of them before scrambling to put your sweater on.

"No- Eddie, get the fuck out here? What's more important than-" but then you're making contact with Gareth as you're tucking in your shirt, hair still tucked into both aspects of clothing. Eddie glances in the rear view mirror as you flush with embarrassment.

"Shit," Eddie sighs.

"You're really boning the valedictorian?" Gareth demands.

"No!" Eddie snaps. "We're not boning, okay?"

"Really?" His friend scoffs. "Just get in here!"

With that, Eddie gives a frustrated groan and rolls the window up, Gareth already left your slot of the window. When he twists around you give him a little wicked giggle that makes his eyebrows creep up his face.

"You think that's funny?" He accuses, eyes glinting as you giggle uncontrollably harder, hand covering your mouth as you shake your head at him. "Are you sure?" He teases creeping closer to you. Your giggles are getting more wicked until he's moving fast and you're all but tackled to the floor of his van.

Eddie pins your hands to the carpet, hovering directly in your face. "You better get your ass inside," you hum, "your subjects are waiting."

"But you see, there's one more nefarious thing that I must do."

"What's tha-ahmpf!" Eddie's mouth is on yours before you can finish your question, eyes widening as he intertwines your fingers. That heat you were feeling starts flooding your body back.

He's straddling you, and yet somehow his weight isn't enough. He's not resting against the one place you need it. But your mouth parts to mimic his hesitantly, regardless of your lower protests. You copy him, gasping quietly into his mouth, before he pulls back.

He sits back then, grinning down at you on the floor below him, flushed and pouting. "Had to steal a kiss from the princess in secret," he jokes, "don't pout, I'll earn my next one."

"I... want another one," you murmur and his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. His warm laughter bounces off the walls of the van.

"Next time, we've got to go," he chirps and pulls you up.

"Do I... look decent?" You ask untucking your hair and fluttering your hands over it, hoping it's not too obvious what you were doing in the back of the van.

"You look stunning," he urges with a wink and climbs up front.

More pounding startles you from the wall of the van.

"Not what I meant and you know it!" You hiss but he opens the passenger door and you both file out. You snag your bag from the front seat, leaving the unfinished wheel on the passenger seat instead.

"Oh, and Eddie," you call, turning towards the two boys, you fish your hand into the front pocket of your bag. "For that 'B'... and the extra credit." His eyes widen as you draw two polaroids out of your bag. You'd prepared six... just in case. Six you thought looked good. There were more among the ash in your fireplace at home that were awkward angles (close to twenty more).

You can't look as you draw them out, too indecisive on which ones he'd like. He's in front of you like an obedient dog in an instant, taking them like it's gospel. 

"You were walking around all day with these in your locker?" He demands as Gareth tries to peek only to be met with a literal pushy Eddie. You grin, flushed deep pink, surely. His gaze goes gummy with heat again, melting under your soft seduction that you’re beginning to lean into. He was nothing but putty to your soft and genuine admiration of him. You’re finding how responsive he is to the warm and sticky center that he’s managed to find in the maze of your steel barricade.

"Bye, Eddie." You hum, thrilled with surprising and delighting him. 

"Bye, Honey," Eddie teases back, dazed as you turn on heel.

"Have fun with your board game club," you toss back and manage to get Gareth to snort. Eddie's eyes narrow on your own form retreating towards your car.

"What's that?" You hear his friend demand.

"I'll take your hand off. You’re not looking." You smile to yourself, stealing glances over your shoulder as the boys roughhouse.

Your first kiss stolen with the most delicious thievery you’ve ever tasted; the ghosting memory enchants your lips. You can still feel the heat of his calloused hands drifting over your thrumming skin. The scent of him, wearing on the day, still clinging to you as you settle into your car.

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[theweirdwideweb]

we want the work blowout deets

I'll give you the tea but it will be lengthy and I'm going to cry.

Thank you for asking anon. To be honest with you I've been crying in bed about it for the past couple hours. I stood up just now and went to the bathroom and saw two big wet patches on my smiley face tshirt and it sucks so much. I'm so sad.

I could really use some feedback on this situation to be honest. OK. So the long story short is that I got a new supervisor a year ago and my work life has been hell ever since. First off, she doesn't understand what I do. She's never done my job. And she is THE micromanager from hell. For the first 7 months of the year she had me turning in a time card every week showing everything I did down to 5 minute increments. I turn the spreadsheet in on Friday, then every Monday we'd have a meeting where she'd tell me she just doesn't understand how I use my time. Why did it take so long to do X amount of invoices? She estimates it should take 2 minutes per invoice, but it took me 4 minutes per invoice. Like I said she knows nothing about my job and as many times as I've explained it she still "doesn't get it." It was demoralizing, nerve wracking, and frankly so insulting to my competence that I went to her boss (my old supervisor who I love). When she did nothing I went to HR with serious concerns about discrimination----it's no coincidence that I was granted some medical leave at the beginning of the year to address mental health concerns.

Yada yada yada, we made some changes and I don't have to turn in the spreadsheet anymore, but she is still making me email her every week with a list of tasks I didn't complete from the week before. It's still insulting but at least she agreed I'd only have to do it for another 3 months. Actually she said 1 month, but she's such a bitch that by the next HR meeting she claimed she never said 1 month and switched it to 3 months. She's a fucking moron, reader. She's dead fucking stupid. I really can't stress that enough. Dumb. It took her 15 years to get the position I got within 3 years of starting. The only reason she's where she is is seniority, personal relationships with management, and being a fucking bully. A dumb bully! Telling you how to prioritize your work! She's accused me recently of being unprepared for a meeting---a meeting that I hosted, provided all the material for, wrote all the notes on, fleshing out a new process she told me to start implementing but had zero idea how. She just tosses ideas at me and I'm left to figure out any kind of practical way to do it because---AGAIN---she doesn't know how to do my job. There've been other things too. She's a sneak humiliator. She's a button pusher. She's a moron. A big fat ugly moron who looks like Roz from Monster's Inc.

So on Thursday at 4:30pm, end of the day, suddenly a meeting with HR and this cunt appears on my calendar for 10am Friday (yesterday). I'm like---well here we go. She's either going to fire me or put me on a formal PIP. I'll be honest with you, I'd already decided to quit but I was holding out for my bonus in December. I entered the meeting feeling tranquil. I thought, "Do it. Pull the trigger. I'm ready for the end. Just fire me. Let me go. Release me."

But when the meeting starts it's just a touch base with our HR rep to see how everything is going. Are YOU fucking KIDDING me. Anyone would have thought the same thing I did. Of all the things my supervisor sucks dicks at, communication is the worst of all. She can't even spell. She can't string a sentence together. I mean it's shocking she writes at like a 6th grade level. I've seen emails she sent that are so garbled they are literally incomprehensible.

So I'm PISSED. I express how nerve-wracking the previous evening and all morning had been. We're off to a great start. She lets me know she's going to try to end the email process early. OK good. She tells me she's concerned because I haven't been providing personal feedback to her when prompted. Easy enough to explain: I hate your fucking guts, I'm trying to be a grey rock until I can quit. But I can't say that so I'm just like Alright.

Now here comes the bullshit! 1) She now wants me to ask permission in advance to work on weekends. I'm so overworked and stressed out I work like every weekend and now she wants me to ask her permission for the privilege of working on my day off. Guess who's never working a weekend for this company again. 2) The emails that just contain a list of tasks, right? Was 1 month, now 3 months, etc. She also changed the rules so that I have to provide a count of all the claims I processed across multiple platforms. And well---she just doesn't understand how I processed X number of claims and it took this long. In fact, she said, she counts 8 hours reported on my timecard she can't account for last week.

I lost it. I was openly hostile and belligerent. Fuck this fucking bitch. I cannot work for this vile idiot anymore. I actually used my IRL voice to poke holes in what she was saying and pointing out how fucking stupid it all is. Then she comes at me for not respecting her authority. As a reminder, just minutes before she'd complained about me having no feedback for her.

I left the meeting by refusing offers for additional time with the HR rep. I was in no place. I barely worked the rest of the day I was so upset and I didn't send my email, didn't complete my tasks, and didn't ask her permission to finish it up on the weekend (lol). I don't have another job lined up but this is the last time she's going to question whether I'm just straight up lying on my timecard or some kind of moron. That's it. This is her 100th strike for me.

Now here's why I'm so conflicted. 1) My previous supervisor (now my boss's boss) is going on a leave of absence like THIS WEEK for about a month and a half to treat her cancer. I care about her very much. I don't want to stress her out at the last second like this. 2) My bitch boss is also having a sudden serious health problem requiring her to be at the hospital multiple times a week. 3) On top of that, this stupid fucking cow has to take over my boss's boss's work while she's out for cancer. 4) They are absolutely fucked without me. For me to leave right now is a disaster. Add to that---the one person I manage and have a 100% rock solid relationship straight up told me that she's going to quit at some point and that if I quit she's walking out right behind me. She said this to me unprompted and I discouraged her from quitting. 5) I have a heart. The boss and the boss's boss are both having life problems that are more important than work. I think it's immoral to leave them in the lurch right now. They have serious health problems. As much as I hate my boss, at one point we were friends. My heart is breaking.

So I'm crying in bed. I can't live this way anymore. Toxic work stress has taken over my life. I get so miserable, but then some days it's just a job. It's a job I know how to do. I've been here 6 years. The health insurance is spectacular. I've got nothing lined up. I have adequate savings to get through a couple months of unemployment, but it's no guarantee I'll find a position that suits me in that timeframe. I have all these personal relationships at work (a mistake I will not repeat). I've let this job become part of my identity. I'm getting older. I'm 37 and I'm tired and I'm crazy and I just want peace. This position is fully remote---what if the next guy makes me work in person? My whole life will change. I just want this job to work like it has been for the 5 years before she took over. I'm so sad. I've felt this way so many times.

I want to quit first thing Monday. But I want to offer them the option of staying on until good boss gets back from cancer leave, so long as I don't have to work with illiterate cunt boss any more than is absolutely critical in the meantime. What do you think guys? My heart is breaking.

[saberamane]

...so I have a very specific excerpt from a mid-work fantasy I had today.

All you need to know is Desmond is a bartender at a new bar, conveniently owned by Ezio's family in modern times (assassin's may or may not exist, it really doesn't matter). Giovanni still is the head of a bank and very Important and has decided to have a Very Important Bussiness Dinner at his son's (Ezio) restaurant. It's an authentic Italian place, of course, with all the recipes made by Maria. Friday nights have live, Italian music.

On this specific night, their live performers have failed to appear, and Giovanni's Very Important Bussiness Dinner guests are expecting authentic Italian cuisine and live music. Things are looking bad.

Desmond, newly hired bartender and trying to stay on his new bosses good side (Claudia and Federico also work in the restaurant, but Ezio is the 'main' boss), overhears their predicament and goes all 'I know a guy...'

Cue cousin Clay, who is a classicly trained pianist, being unexpectedly called by his little cousin for a favor.

Clay is not what the Auditore were expecting when he shows up. Ripped jeans, leather jacket, pierced ears, combat boots... Desmond did not mention Clay worked as a bouncer at a club, and dressed like he was in a biker gang...

'Don't worry, I'll fix him up before the performance.'

Clay, in the staff room, trying to squeeze into Desmond's spare uniform.

'Your clothes sizing makes no fucking sense Desmond. Tiniest waist I've ever seen on a man, but with a fat ass and thunder thighs to put a woman to shame. What the fuck is your gym routine?' The black dress pants Clay is currently trying to fit into are distressed where he is trying to pull up the zipper. The waist is just not big enough. The button isn't going to hold, the zipper won't stay up, the seams are straining...

Meanwhile, the Auditore siblings are huddled in the kitchen, eyeing their fathers potential new clients from the little windows in the kitchen doors. They look impressed, so far. The decor is high-end, the wine fantastic, the food both authentic and good...

The entertainment though... Playing the piano is all well and good, but the singer is usually singing in Italian... Would their father's potential clients still be impressed with an English singer??

Clay and Desmond set up on the stage, Clay looking... mostly presentable. There aren't many professional musicians that play classical music with that many studs in their ears...

But Clay plays beautifully, and Desmond can sing? And it's in Italian??

The night goes a lot better than expected after the last-minute canceling of their usual musicians. Desmond and Clay wow the patrons of the restaurant, their father's new clients sign on with enthusiasm.

Desmond and Clay are offered to perform every Friday, should they wish it. It earns Desmond not only an extra check each week, but also an uptick in his tips. Clay, even hating playing something as prissy as piano, can't say no with Desmond's big doe eyes staring at him.

And well...Desmond's employers are worth coming back around to see... Especially when Clay catches the eldest Auditore son eyeing him up and own covertly.

And besides... Clay would do nearly anything to help out his baby cousin. Even something as embarrassing as playing piano.

Especially if the promise of a certain man's attention is on the table.

[shawtuzi]

hello my lovelies happy friday!!! enjoy this old draft w plug!eren

cw include/// black coded reader, drug use, smut, whole lotta hair pulling, bad writing

“my hairs getting kinda long,” eren hummed taking a hit of the freshly pearled blunt he had just rolled while you ran your fingers through his soft locs. it was true his hair was pretty long—longer than it’s ever been but you adored it that way. “before you ask no i don’t think you should cut it,” you began to braid a small section and the action alone had eren ready to doze off.

he scoffed passing the blunt to you before sitting up from your lap, “not even just a little? it gets in the way alllll the time y/n” he groaned pushing it back with his freshly tatted hand. “you look so pretty with it this long babe don’t cut it,” you pouted now situating yourself on his lap. eren kissed his teeth plucking the blunt out of your hand, “i’m not tryna look pretty ma ‘n who’s gonna be scared of a guy that looks like he’s got bundles in??” his words made you giggle but he looked dead serious. eren was a man who would rather be feared than loved by others (except you ofc) and you never quite understood.

“you’re still my big scary man even with luxurious hair like that,” you giggled tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. and it was true eren had the shiniest, softest hair you’d ever seen a man have but it was all thanks to you. before eren met you he was a three in one soap kinda guy BUT NOW??? baby you gave him the hookup showing him which products would make his hair shine and feel soft to the touch you couldn’t possibly let him cut all of it off—no not when it’s in it’s prime. “just tie it in a bun you look so handsome when it’s up like that—oh! or half up half down thing you do sometimes it looks so sexy like that,” your words had eren’s cheeks turning crimson and his heartbeat quicken. why did you have to be so damn sweet?

“plus….i like to pull on it when we fuck….and how you let out those lil groans when i do it,” your voice came to whisper as you tangled your fingers in his hair giving it a slight tug. eren let out a low groan nearly dropping the blunt in the process. “and i like how it’s all splayed out whenever i ride you, you look so good like that,” by now eren was fully hard and he wanted nothing more than to take you right there but he couldn’t help but wanna hear more praise about how pretty he looked during sex.

“it’s so pretty eren please don’t cut it,” you pouted toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck. eren took one last fat hit of the blunt before putting it out, both of his hands now resting on your hips,” ight y/n i hear you baby i do i won’t cut it okay? i’ll keep it long just for you.” the idea of getting his hair cut shorter was nice but he was too whipped for you and if you said you wanted it long then he would never let a soul touch a hair on his head. “you’re so sweet baby thank you. i think you deserve a little treat for being the best boyfriend ever yeah?” you smiled sliding the straps of your tank top down to reveal your tits to him.

that’s how you ended up stroking eren’s dick while he sloppily sucked on your nipples. every once in a while you’d give his hair a rough tug just to hear him moan and boy was it music to your ears. “eren, baby would you hand me the blunt,” you asked voice smooth as honey. eren blindly reached for the ashtray not once taking his attention off your breasts until he finally felt the blunt, “mmf here take it,” he grunted nibbling on your nipple just teeniest bit.

by the time you finished the blunt you had milked 3 orgasms out of eren, his cum coating your entire hand. eren looked into your glossy eyes feeling incredibly small in that moment, “okay okay can we fuck now? need to be inside you,” he mumbled nuzzling his face in your naked chest. you hummed licking eren’s cum off your fingers one by one, wiping the excess off with a tissue before speaking, “of course we can baby just on one condition” you smiled twirling a piece of his hair around your fingers. “anything you want ma,” he yanked your sleep shorts and panties off in one swift pull leaving you now completely bare. “it’s not too much to ask…” you trailed off swiping the tip of his dick between your slick folds, “i just want you to look at me the entire time.”

the task seemed entirely too easy until you actually sat on eren’s dick, engulfing him in what he liked to call his own personal heaven. “ohhh shit,” eren groaned his eyes rolling back, his eyes quickly snapped back open once he felt a harsh tug on his hair. “i said eyes on me eren,” you cooed giving his swollen lips a few kisses before sucking on his bottom lip. eren let out another low groan nodding his head at your words, “shit sorry baby you jus’ feel so good can’t even think straight.”

eren grabbed both your wirst in one hand while his other wrapped itself in your hair, tugging even harder when you would yank on his. “d-don’t pull too fuckin’ hard ‘n—mmph! fuck u-up my lace,” eren chuckled at your words that oh so beautiful smile on his face making you want him to fuck your brains out even harder. “you can always repair it baby—fuck, i mean you are amazing with your hands,” eren licked a slow stripe up your neck stopping at the spot just below your ear to suck on it just the way you liked. “just make me cum ren,” you whined dropping your head on his shoulder, your grip on his hair completely faltering.

five orgasms later you and eren somehow ended up on the floor, you laying his chest completely breathless and he was in the exact same state. “my hair doesn’t look too bad does it?” you sighed, sitting up to give eren a better view of your face. you looked like you got into a fight with the couch and lost but eren still thought you looked like an angel. “you look beautiful babe how ‘bout mine?” eren chuckled propping himself up on his elbows. he looked incredible of course his after sex glow making you want to ravage him all over again. “maybe you should cut your hair…you’re too damn cute for your own good,” you kissed your teeth pushing yourself away from him, already missing his warmth.

then he gave you that goddamn smirk. that same smirk that had you weak in the knees for him every time he did it. that same smirk that had you jumping his bones and fucking him until you couldn’t even see straight. you narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you, “don’t look at me like that i’m not doing this with you eren i’m too sore,” you shook your head attempting to get up but your legs failed you horribly. eren sat up fully before pulling you back to his chest, “c’mon babe jus’ one more round and we’re done i promise. i’ll roll a blunt…run you a bath to get you all relaxed and shit.” it was very hard to concentrate on his words with the way he was tapping his tip against your clit but you managed fine, nodding your head and whispering a soft ‘okay just one more.’