#fucking tik tok took my edit down

[sorrydetka]

i didn’t like who i was on the outside. i was ashamed.

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No Regrets (Hawks x reader)

!femreeader x hawks when your best friend shows up after a near death experience, claiming he couldn't leave this world with regrets; so, he fucks you stupid. WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, NSFW, smut, p in v, creampie, hawks tops in this one, oral (f receiving) mentioned, squirting, hickies, idk man I just want hawks so bad, kind of straight into smut less plot A/N: my entire tik tok fyp has been hawks edits, so this is the result. it took me forever to decide if I wanted him to be a top or a bottom in this one, but I'm all for pillow princesses so he's a top in my mind ◦ ◡ ◠ I need to write more hawks, but maaaaybe aizawa or dabi next? word count: 1,903

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you and Keigo had been friends for quite awhile, even before you left the public safety commission, so it was no surprise when he showed up on your balcony, knocking on the window. but this time, he was banging on it urgently.

“where’s the fire?” you teased with a smirk as you slid the door open. he didn’t respond, instead stepping past you into your studio apartment in a rush. “whoa, what crawled up your pants?”

“don’t.” his voice was low, deeper than you’d ever had aimed at you, as he paced around your room, his wings fluttering restlessly.

“you’re starting to freak me out Kei. what’s going on?” you reached for his shoulder, hoping to calm him down, but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“I need to tell you something, doll. a secret, of sorts.” finally, he met your gaze, and you shivered at the intensity in his darkened eyes. what the hell has happened?

“okay, I’m listening.”

Keigo sighed and released your wrist, resuming his pacing. “you know how we’ve been friends for years now.” you nodded. “well, there’s something that I can’t seem to get off my mind.”

“and that is?”

“you.” he looked at you again, and you would have laughed at his joke had his face not been so serious. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

your heart began to pound rapidly as you tried to decipher his meaning. “what… what are you saying?”

Keigo stepped closer to you, his wings shuddering in response when his hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m saying… I’m saying that I had a close call today. too close. and I knew that if it was my time, I’d be leaving this world without doing the one thing I’ve been wanting to.”

before you could even attempt to respond, to ask what had happened, Keigo’s face started to lower closer to yours. his breathing felt strained as his breath warmed your cheeks and you realized you’d stopped breathing.

“I don’t want to ever leave with regrets.” he whispered, his lips now inches from yours. 

as you realized what was about to happen, your palms began to sweat. you’d thought about this happening many times before since you’d met the cocky bastard who’d worked his way into your heart. but you’d always shoved those ideas down in the name of friendship.

hero work meant the next day might not be guaranteed, everyone knew that. you’d made your peace with it when you started working for the commission – but ever since meeting Keigo, you wanted a million tomorrows.

“then, make it count.” you finally responded to him with a shaky voice. when you gave him the go-ahead, the darkness in his eyes lit up with hope.

in one fluid motion, he closed the gap, his lips meeting yours with a rough urgency. it was passionate, and as the kiss deepened it ignited a spark that sent warmth coursing through your veins. his hands cradled your face, his wings wrapping around you as he pulled you flush against him.

but it didn’t stop there. no – the both of you were desperate for more, every thought and feeling that you’d both had coming to fruition in this moment. Keigo guided you backward until your legs hit your bed, falling backward onto the blankets underneath him. 

“Kei…” you whimpered under his touch, becoming a puddle of mush as his hand explored you. 

“tell me you don’t want this.” he said under his breath, his voice straining with the amount of strength it was taking him to hold back from ripping your clothes off with his teeth.

“I want you.” you answered before rolling your hips upwards into his. he groaned at the contact against his hard-on hiding in his pants, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling. “I need you, Keigo Takami.”

and with that, the last bit of strength holding himself back snapped under the weight of your words. his lips crashed into yours again, pulling out your bottom lip with his teeth as he started to literally rip your clothes off. 

you heard the first rip of your top, the fabric being thrown to the side by his hands. ah, you’d get another shirt. then, his hands feverishly worked to undo the buttons of your jeans, leaning back to slide them down your legs and discarding them on the floor.

“s’ pretty. been thinking ‘bout this for years, doll.” Keigo hummed into your thighs as he placed soft kisses on your skin before removing his clothing in a flash. it was like you’d taken a long blink, and then he was standing naked and proud in front of you.

you’d always imagined what his cock might look like, once teasing him by saying he probably had feathers for pubes, but whatever you’d concocted in your mind wasn’t even close. it was larger than you’d anticipated, with short, blonde hair curled at the base. 

and to drive you even crazier, his tip was already leaking with precum.

“I’m sorry I told you your dick was small.” you giggled, your cheeks flushing pink as you remembered the insult you’d thrown at him after a tough mission. 

Keigo smirked at you with a raise brow, crossing his arms over his chest as if he was proud. “yeah, I knew you’d regret that one day. now, let me prove you wrong.”

he crawled back over top of you, his fingers dipping between your legs and humming in delight when he found you already wet for him. you hissed as he circled your clit, deliciously slow and teasing, before pushing two fingers inside of you.

“fuck you’re already dripping me for, aren’t you doll.” Keigo purred as he curled his fingers, prodding at your slick walls to find your gummy g-spot. “can’t wait t’ feel it for myself.”

through your labored breathing, you panted out, “what are you waiting for then?” 

“hm, so impatient.” he grinned wickedly as he pulled his fingers from your pussy before putting them in his mouth to lick up your juices. “taste ‘s good, gonna have to try it later.”

“later.” you snapped as you attempted to hook your legs behind him, only being met with his hands pushing your knees apart in a spread.

“gonna fuck you stupid first, is that alright?” you nodded as you watched his weeping tip line up with your entrance, rubbing up and down to tease your clit. “gonna fill you up s’ good.”

“please, Kei, just fuck me already.” you whined as your hips bucked to try and meet his.

“if you say so.” he wasted no time once he pushed his tip in, driving hard into you to stretch your walls around his throbbing dick and bottoming out immediately, both of you moaning out in pleasure.

“ah – fuck – I take back what I said about your dick size.” you squealed as his tip nudged your cervix, your gummy walls struggling to mold around him without pain. “you’re really fucking big.”

“and you’re really fucking tight.” Keigo groaned before dipping his head into your neck. his hands pressed into the backs of your knees, pushing them up in your chest to fold you in half while he began thrusting his hips slowly. 

“how have we not done this before?” with every thrust, you were seeing stars shooting across your vision. as he bullied your cervix you couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his back with every nudge. 

“someone – mph – was playing hard to get.” he bit your neck lightly, sucking the skin between his teeth to mark you. “now, you’re gonna be mine. is that okay, doll?”

“abso-fucking-lutely.” you managed to respond before all words were lost on you when he delivered a mean slam of his hips into you. “ah fuck Keigo!”

“that’s it, take my cock. y’ already milking me for everything I’ve got.” 

sweat began to drip down your temple as he fucked you rougher with every drive of his cock. your poor neighbors were probably hearing every lewd wet smack of his balls against your ass and every moan the two of you shared. Keigo was driving you to the brink of insanity, and fucking you stupid just as he said.

before your orgasm got too close, he gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your back flush against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. his teeth raked over the skin of your shoulder, biting and kissing marks there to match the one he left on your neck.

you were pretty sure his cock was going to bruise your cervix in this position as you moaned with a mix of pain and white-hot pleasure. he was so much deeper this way, taking every inch that you could give to him. 

you’re so lost in the pleasure at the point that you don’t even realize his thrusts are getting sloppier as he reached down to rub circles around your clit. “Keigo, ‘m gonna – hah- I’m gonna come.” you panted breathlessly, your eyes already screwed shut at the tightness wound in your abdomen. “you’re gonna make me come.”

“that’s right, come all over my dick pretty girl. lemme – fuck you’re getting tighter - lemme feel you.” Keigo ground out into your neck, his fingers working faster on your sensitive nub. with every pinch he delivered to your apex, you were losing every thought in your mind. 

just as your orgasm began, Keigo pulled you up off of him just slightly, his tip teasing your hole as he rubbed at your clit brutally quick, sending you skyrocketing into your release. “fuck!” you yelled out as your entire body tensed up, and you could hear your fluid squirt out of you as you came. you dumbly rubbed your pussy against the tip of his cock to ride out your high, already feeling the mess dripping down your thighs.

“s’ fucking good for me, squirted all over me you wicked thing.” Keigo gasped before driving his cock into you again, this time finding his own release within your warm, wet walls milking every ounce of cum from his tip as he painted them white. “fuck I’m filling you up.”

as Keigo rode out his orgasm, his hands gripped your hips hard enough you were sure they’d bruise as he slammed into you until overstimulation began to take over. finally, when he deemed himself satisfied, he pulled out to lean back and watch his cum drip from your cunt.

“god this is fucking sexy.” he panted as he pushed two fingers inside of you to shove his cum back in, sending a warm shiver through your body as you collapsed down onto the bed. 

you’d thought you were spent, your orgasm leaving your body wracked and numb, but when his fingers continued to push in and out of you, you knew he wasn’t done yet.

“wanna taste me now?” you teased, and he grinned wickedly at you. you took that as a yes before he dipped his face between your legs.

you lost count of how many orgasms you’d had, both from him devouring you and fucking you all over again, as you lay on your back to watch his feathers floating in the air above your bed. 

no regrets, right? you’d told each other that before passing out, still drenched in sweat and naked, in each other’s arms.

no regrets.

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Link to Kirishima x reader here (word count: 902)

Link to Shoto x reader pt. 1 here (word count: 1,800)

Link to Kaminari x reader pt.1 here (word count: 2,680)

Link to Bakugo x reader here (word count: 2,328)

Link to Aizawa x reader here (word count: 1,930)

[cheriladycl01]

Qatar Heat - Grid x Driver! Reader

Plot: Everyone has a hard time at the Qatar GP, most needed medical attention once the race finished, some drivers retired and some continued even though they threw up in their helmets. What happens when the female of the grid, who already struggles with body temperature regulation finishes the race?

It was Thursday, which was media day in Qatar which meant that right now you were walking round the paddock in shorts and your Aston Martin Team top.

"Lance, hey are you okay?" You ask your team-mate. You'd known him since last year as the reserve driver for Aston Martin, Seb wanted you to take his place after retirement.

"Yeah, its just so hot. And Henry's still making me do training" he complains.

"I know but think we got the ice bath's later!" you grin excited to have the ice bath. After a hot day of training it was like a reward. So you did your ball exercises and you did a track run for the media team. Afterwards you were about to lay down on the track ground but it was blistering when you put your hand to it.

"Tires are gonna get shredded" you complain a little out of breath to Jessie your personal trainer.

"Can we go get water and smoothies now?" You ask and Sid one of the media guys who had followed you around today nods. You guys get out of the sun before running into the garage and collecting as many people's orders from the garage as you can.

You bring everyone back what they wanted on a tray. Sid filmed you the whole time, so he could upload it to the Tik-Tok saying that the new Aston Martin waitress is pretty cool. And another one joking that you can always fall back on waitressing if F1 falls through which you found hilarious.

"Okay, Lance Y/N. Ice bath time!" Mike Krack informs you both. You go into your driver room changing into your bikini that'd you'd brought with you. You pull the Aston Martin polo back over, feeling as though it would be odd to walk out the back of the motorhome in a bikini.

You see the cameras on you and immediately smile. You go up very close to the camera.

"Hi guys, i felt awkward coming out in just my bikini so Aston Martin Representation!" you whisper before stepping back and poking your thumbs at your top to show them what you were talking about, as if it wasn't obvious.

Looking to your left, Lando, Oscar, Alex and Logan were also all doing icebaths out the back of the motorhome too.

"Looking good boys" you shout after wolf whistling in their direction, they all laugh having finished their icebaths coming over to you and Lance.

"Come on" Alex gestures you towards the ice bath. You roll your eyes pulling the top over your head and passing it to Alex, he steps back looking at the other three boys who are shamelessly staring at you.

You were the current youngest on the grid. 21 years old, so Oscar, Logan and Lando all took a liking to you, not only because of the age similarities but because of your sense of humor.

"Ready Lance, you ask your team-mate whose shirt was just pulled off and handed to Mike who was helping the social media team.

"Lets make this interesting. First to fully submerge wins"

"That's not exactly fair your from Canada...okay your on" you shout and before anyone can blink your jumping into the ice bath. Your up to your thighs before you watch as Lance starts to sink down. Not even thinking about the cold you just force your whole body down. You can feel the cold all around your hair as it floats up and you can feel the cold water on your eyelids.

You come back up with a gasped breath before looking over at all of them.

"Who won, it was me right?" you say with your eyes blown wide as Lance emerges.

"Yes, but your fucking crazy" Lando laughs looking at the smile that comes across your face.

"Hahaha Suck that Stroll! I win" you say looking over at him.

"Ohhh you know what we should do" you say looking over at the camera that was still pointed at you.

"We should do a thirst trap of me, so people can edit me on TikTok!" you exclaim and Oscar chokes, while Logan and Land laugh as your started to lean back in the bath, running your hands through you hair.

"Y/N how many times have we talked about this" Your PR manager exclaims trying to stop the admins from filming.

"Oh come on its what they want!" You exclaim.

After that night, you went out for food, a healthy meal of course that Lance payed for as the looser of the bet.

Friday First Practice was good, you'd come in 4th just behind the two Ferrari's and Max.

Qualifying was just as good, you were starting in 4th next to Lewis, with George and Max ahead of you for Sunday's race and that was locked in. It was exhausting, you were boiling but you pushed. Lance was angry with the car performance and got angry at Henry, you were shocked to see and hear what happened when you were still driving and scolded Lance, before nearly fainting from being dizzy.

Again, you did the ice bath dinner and slept.

Now to focus on Saturdays sprint. You did well in the first two sprint shoot outs. But ended up retiring the car in Q3, starting in 9th position.

You were so faint for the whole race. Today, it was hotter than all the other days. Your fireproof felt more clingy to your skin than usual and the water in the car was heating up quicker than it normally did.

At one point during the sprint race the water was so disgusting to drink you actually spat it out in your helmet on reflex.

You finished in 8th gaining 1 point for the team who congratulated you. You stayed in the car as you pulled into the garage for a minute before you stripped of in the garage down to tank top and your underwear. You sat on the cold garage floor, head in your hands as you panted, looking for breath.

A team member brought an orange juice up to you, tapping you on the shoulder to which you shake there hand and thank them for the gesture.

You sip it slowly, not wanting to gag like you had before.

"How you doing sweetheart" Mike comes up to you, everyone in the garage had reported to him, how red and beat up you look coming out the car. You look at him and nod.

"It's always been harder for me" you laugh looking up at him wiping the sweat from your forehead before it falls down into your eye.

"What do you mean?" he asks crouching down so he's at a similar level to you.

"I mean, you've probably never checked my medical papers right. And women struggle with heat more than men anyway but my body doesn't regulate its temperate that well... so I've always struggled with being hot in the car but this is next level" you sigh to him.

"Are you going to be okay to race. We can get Drugovich to fill" Mike says concern filling his face as he can tell your struggling from the speech pattern and labored breathing.

"No i promise I'll be okay and I'll bring us home points" you smile.

I'm going to go congratulate Oscar on his Sprint win. You smile before holding you hand out for help. He helps you up and you trot over to Mclaren pulling the taller male into a hug the minute you see him.

"You did amazingly Ozzie" you grin, still holding onto him.

"Hey! I did well as well" Lando interrupts and you roll you eyes before turning to look at the man baby behind you.

"Yes yes, well done on P3 Lando Norris" you grin pulling him towards you and hugging him. He hugs you back before lifting you and squeezing you making you groan at the harshly shown affection that you were used too.

"How you feeling about tomorrow starting P4?"

"I'm hoping for a podium with my boys" you grin, pulling them both in, one arm round each of them.

"With us starting P6 and P10. I doubt that" Oscar groans, knowing he stuffed up Qualifying the other day, along with his team mate.

"Never say never. Tomorrow's going to be a hard race for everyone"

Sunday was the day that everyone struggled as you'd said.

Max actually ended up crashing out, and after coming back on the track, the car didn't have the pace it had from the start of the weekend.

"Come on Y/N, win in rookie season will look amazing. Keep holding. You've got Oscar behind 2.3 seconds gaining and Lando behind him. 3 laps left" you engineer inform.

"Guys the heat's really getting to me" you voice but its barley recognizable through the radio.

"Not long left, just push until the end" the engineer says but his voice waivers, he could tell you were struggling but unlike Logan who retired early on, lap 40 and with only three laps left there was no point especially when you were this close to a win.

"I - I know" you waiver, you control the car, speeding up trying to get this done as quickly as possible.

Martin Bundle - AND IN HER ROOKIE SEASON Y/N Y/L/N IS THE WINNER OF THE 2023 QATAR GRAND PRIX

"Guy's I need to get out this car now" you cry, tears forming in your eyes.

"Okay copy that"

"I cant move" you cry, the only thing that was able to move from your body was your hands which were shaking.

"We're sending pit crew to help" your engineer says. You see race marhsalls come up to your car, where Oscar and Land pull up alongside you. They both jump out hugging their team who were stood their waiting for them both. They turn to congratulate you thinking you'd be there next to them with the Aston Martin team but see you still sat in the car.

"Oh my god, she's shaking" Oscar says looking closer at you.

"She's in shock, from the heat" Lando says running over Oscar behind him.

"Y/N hey hey hey. Its okay its okay" Lando says flicking up your visor so he could see you. He honestly could have cried at the sight. He saw you looking so exhausted and out of it, the tears in you eyes and the sweat underneath them mixed.

"Come on baby lets get you out" Oscar voices, pulling Lando back by the shoulder and leaning down into the car, putting his arms under your knees and the other behind your back before lifting and pulling you out the car.

"Can we get a cold towel over here" Lando shouts which makes your head dizzy. Oscar sits you on the car wheel, pulling your helmet off, and then your balaclava. You were extremely red in the face but he still thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

So did Lando, he had for a while, and he would always flirt with you when you were the reserve Aston Martin driver. But he cared for you, and seeing you like this pulled at his heart strings.

"You did so well today darling" he compliments. He pulls back your hair that was sticking to your face, doing it in a low bun so it wasn't tight but was out of your face and off your neck.

Lando unzips your race suit, pulling it down off your shoulders so your in your fireproof top before laying the cooling towel around you neck.

"Just breath" he smiles at you handing you and Oscar an icy bottle of water than was handed to him by his team. They got you to the cool down room where you sat on the floor with your back against the wall and your cheek resting on the cold marble.

"Great race guys. Said I'd have a podium with my... my boys" you smile, before you feel the urge to throw up. You get on your knees grabbing the bin before spilling the food you'd eaten before the race into the bin. Oscar sits next to you rubbing your back.

"Come on lets go get weighed" Lando sighs. Oscar goes first, the you and Lando watches the figure seeing you'd lost a whole 6 kilograms which meant that you'd lost 9 over the whole weekend. He, Oscar and Logan would all have to go out for a big meal to all put the weight back on.

The podium was amazing, first place and sharing a podium with Lando and Oscar had never felt better. It was a shorter podium as they wanted all of you to seek medical attention. You were eventually declared to have heatstroke and were forced on home rest in a nice a/c-ed room and lost of Peach Ice Tea's.

One thing for sure was you never wanted to race in Qatar as this time of the year again.

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[fillinforlater]

Two Selfies and a GIF

Male Reader x Naoi Rei

Length: 2341 words

Tags: lovers on vacation, teasing and tempting, public sex, blowjob, overstimulation, face fuck, gagging, standing sex, anal, sweat, body appreciation, anal creampie, thrill of maybe getting caught

TW: sex in a public space, also barely any editing

Inspiration: an ask from quite some time ago

(A/N: I hope this fic makes you say Holy Moly. @writerpeach because he wanted another Rei piece lol)

“Another sunny day! <3 Hope to see you all soon~”

You jump from your bed. Most of the time, you have no clue where the feeling of deja vu comes from, but this one is still palpable. A year ago, you were on vacation with Rei on some warm, small island nation, blessed with endless sunshine and she sent a similar selfie with a similar caption. Her hair was still brown back then, if your memory serves you right. 

Unlike last time however, you can’t dig straight into her cute pussy. Rei is not on the bed beside you, although that’s where she took the picture. In fact, she’s not even in the hotel room anymore. You check the washroom a final time before looking back down on your phone.

“Where are you?”

“By~ the~ pool~”

The phone has yet to disappear in the pockets of your shorts when you’ve already stormed out of the empty hotel room and towards the elevators. Alright, she said something about going to the pool, you remember, but you didn’t even notice that she took the selfie earlier. Hopefully this won’t end in a chase of never ending teases because you missed the moment she was horny and right next to you. 

You jump out of the elevator and across the lobby, both staff and visitors confused by your hurried, hectic behavior given the calm, vacation atmosphere. Your urgent need to feel your girlfriend's body, to see that face, adorned by beautiful blonde hair, with thick lips and a lewd glint in her eyes, it’s easily overtaking your desire of being perceived as normal. 

“By the pool isn’t accurate enough,” you puff and pant while your eyes go over the many, many pools and parasols and people. It seems Rei isn’t in the water or on one of the loungers, so you once again reach for your phone—just to be greeted by a couple of private messages.

“Still need you to fill these cheeks~ or did you mean my other cheeks?!”

The wink, the tongue bite, the v-pose. She can never post this picture or else all those horny fanboys would blow infinite loads to it (not like they aren’t already doing it; don’t kid yourself). It’s sexy, tempting, only meant for you. You know what she wants, what she needs, what you promised her, yet she continues to play with you.

Until suddenly, another message. A third selfie? Even better.

“I hope you remember where this is~”

The changing booths by the pool. The unmistakable brown walls and baby blue curtains. Rei has complained about their design choice on the day of your arrival, now she’s there doing tik-tok-instagram-dance-challenge-thingys, flaunting what you’ve been craving. Needless to say you sprint there as fast as possible, disregarding all the warning signs about slipper tiles or blissfully ignorant tourists. 

You’re on your way to bliss, and nothing will stop you.

Rei sticks out among the few people in the area. Her tall figure, her blonde hair, not a second later and you get a hold on her shoulders and drag her into the next booth. The Japanese girl doesn’t even seem fazed. 

“There you are,” she sultrily says, eyes on yours through the mirror wall. Good heavens, you forgot about that thing. It’s going to be so much fun. With a single swoop you close the curtain and take a closer look at Rei’s fuckable body through the mirror.

“You look to good not to fuck,” you groan and pinch her cheeks, looking at her duckface, mesmerized by how plump her lips are, how good they will feel. Rei winks again and your hand is already past the waistband of your shorts. “Get on your knees, now.”

Rei’s smile is horny when she pulls down your shorts while getting on eye level with your cock, which jumps free and barely, sadly misses her face with the removal of your briefs. Rei spits in her hand and pumps you, focused on every inch of your hot rod. Suddenly, before any annoyance can urge you to do it yourself, she puts you on her lips. A heavy push that sends you back against the wall later, you're inside her and have to bite a lip to not groan out every profanity known to mankind. 

Feel her tongue swirl around your cockhead while an expression of determination forms on her face. You can see that she is already planning ahead on how to make this the best head she’s ever given you. Rei has an amazing bitch face, but it also fills you with thread. You have to surrender to her mouth, her lips, her tongue—now her hands that grab your hips and then—

“Oh, fuck, ouh fuck!”

Rei slams her head back and forth, your cock going in and out almost fully with every single repetition, while she gags and slobbers on every centimeter she forces into herself. A bizarre thing, face fucking herself on you, for your pleasure, yet you are about to wince for mercy. Rei’s mouth is perfect, but it’s all too fast, without warning she grinds the top, then the back of her tongue on your sensitive slit. You leak, you hiss, you struggle to stand or think.

“Re-Rei, t-too much, fuck.”

Rei pops you free from her lips, but they look eager to go back to it and apply even more pressure on your cock. She firmly holds the base of your dick and glares at you.

“Then do it yourself, pussy. Fill my cheeks already.”

It’s like she’s given you the controller to a video game back; though this is vastly superior than anything you have ever played. You pull at her hair, force her to cry out before flailing backwards against the opposite wall of the booth. This time you lay your cock on her lips on your own merit. 

“I’ll make you take that back.”

Pry her slutty mouth open, hope she is ready for impact and make her entire body convulse when you slam your pelvis into her face. The feeling of her tight, gagging throat is a lot different when you're in control, not better, not worse, though you like that Rei can take your roughness so well.

You close your eyes and begin to thrust, rarely giving her time to breathe, never giving yourself time to rest. The generously wet expedition into Rei's throat both feels like finding something new and being at home. A familiar warm feeling and alien sounds, your girlfriend's deepthroats are one of a kind.

Rei is opportunistic, her tongue now out of her mouth, receiving hits by your balls as you continue to fuck her face. It's one of those days apparently, when she is for some damn reason completely enamored with your sac. Maybe she likes the hisses that escape your lips because of the extra stimulation, maybe she is just impatient and wants what's inside of them.

When her already generously big and round cheeks are the biggest and roundest, you finally pull out and let her cough out the pool of saliva, two smaller pools underneath her eyes are also letting loose. You smack her purple-blue lips with your stiff length.

"I thought you could take it," you laugh at a set of coughs by Rei.

"I, hng, thought you'd fill my cheeks.

"Loser."

"Okay, get up."

Cheeky grin on her lips, Rei pushes herself off the ground and you push up something of your own, her tight crop top. You struggle to get the white fabric over her bountiful tits, but she is quick to help you by stretching out her arms high in the air. After a couple of tugs, you see the two massive melons bounce freely—or not. Two laughably tiny patches of silk, connected to each other and Rei’s neck form a bikini that is definitely too sexy for this pool, for any pool. 

“You really wanted to go out there wearing this?” you question, a finger already hooked in one of the patches.

“No, that’s why I’m still here~”

“Then it’s confiscated.”

A single pull and the bikini top falls off as if spider webs held it together. Now they are free, Rei’s magnificent melons, round like her cheeks, soft like her thighs, the nipples stiff like you. Before you give them a squeeze however, you surprise your girlfriend by roughly yanking up her skirt to above her hips. Rei yelps and loses her balance, but one of her hands finds safety on the mirror, mirror on the wall.

“Very unlike you to not go straight for my chest,” Rei teases, her voice still stable though her stand becomes a lot less stable when you get behind her and plant her firmly in front of the mirror. Now she needs both hands to not fall over with how you manhandle her light yet astoundingly thick frame. 

“They will get enough appreciation later.” Put emphasis on these words by nibbling her ear. She trembles in excitement.”I want to hear you say it again.”

“Say what again?” Rei once more teases, as you hook a finger into the flimsy excuse of a thong she’d call a stylish bikini, ready to reveal both her aroused entrances. “Oh, that. 

“I need you to fill my ass cheeks with your sticky load, pretty please.”

So fake, so lewd, yet so incomparably preposterous. The moment her bikini bottom falls down her long legs, Rei presses her bottom against your cock and it takes barely any effort for you to get it inside her. Talking about bottom, you're close to bottoming out, but Rei’s cute yet also growling cry has you scrambling to find something to gag her. You’re still in public, she can’t be that loud. All you find is the pathetic bikini, which you shove into her pretty little mouth. 

“I’m going to fuck you good, but keep it down,” you groan into her ear and give in to the risky, yet irresistible desire to plow her ass. Rei is trying her best, munching and soaking the green in her mouth rather than screaming out your name. You’ll buy her a new, better bikini after this anyways. If she’d ran around in that thing for more than a minute, then you’d need to fuck her the rest of your vacation and that would be—wait, would you even mind that?

You’d do it like this all day long, her wrists in your grasp, her body slightly tilted towards the mirror while you watch her tits bounce with every thrust into her tight back entrance. Rei is at your mercy, only upright because you want to. Each inch you pull out has her scrambling for footing, but you gladly give them back to her, into her, to the point where exactly this has her knees buckling. 

“Fuck you’re so… suffocating,” you mumble, the heat from your crotch spread up to your head long ago. The same goes for Rei: a hand on her freely jumping tits confirms it. Her eyes roll into the back of her head when you roll a nipple in between two lazy fingers. It’s not much, but you swear it made her even tighter and less stable. 

You lift a leg of hers, feel the sweaty meat of her full thigh make your hand sink deep. It reminds you of a pillow, a comfortable bed—now a waterbed because her orgasm is wet. Rei surrenders her beautiful back onto your chest, eyes closed, mouth ready to voice her pleasure but she has to keep it shut. Outside are people, laughing, gossiping, going about their lives. And in here, you recklessly pound in the still sensitive Rei.

It’s incredible how she still relaxes around you, how easy it is to fill her with a girthy cock. Honest to God, it has you tripping, forward, against the cold mirror. Rei spits out her bikini-gag when her hard nubs touch the reflective surface. You’d stop her ensuing moans from escaping her mouth, but you have to hold onto her thigh and breast. There are just not enough hands to touch every perfect part of her body—and her lips are definitely on that list.

Your orgasm is nigh, hence why you thrust frantically, the claps of a nye pelvis on nye ass now also louder than any background noise if someone is close enough. You can already hear the murmurs from behind the curtains. Someone whispers about hearing weird sounds—you have to bust before you get busted.

Rei’s fishnet-covered foot crawls up a wall. Fucking is now easier, so you put in the final gear and reach for her hips to to smash her back into you. Everything is too loud, too lewd; Rei’s expression, your expression, your combined groans, all the sweaty and love juice trailing down your legs—

The connection of your cock in her ass as if explodes on the final thrust you can muster up. Rei’s anal cavity is stretched and now stuffed to the fullest to the point where pulling out will cause a mess of cataclysmic proportions. You have to stay inside her for longer, plug up the cum filled hole as it sluttily clenches around your sensitive cock. 

“Fuck, that was perfect,” Rei groans, her body limp between you and the mirror. You look at her and smile for a second. That round face, adorable, makes for great selfies and family pictures. Mere moments ago, it was drooling and moaning uncontrollably. The duality of Rei.

“Yeah, but how the fuck do we clean this up?” you ask, hands mindlessly on your girlfriend's chest.

“I don’t know, I haven't planned for this scenario. I thought you’d fuck my face and I could swallow it all and then you could fill my ass in the hotel room.”

“Well, we can still do that, but we now need to get out of here.” You try to think for a second before your eyes fall on the fallen bikini thong on the floor. You stop massaging Rei’s breasts and instead reach for her pussy, wet and flushed. “By the way, what was your goal with that ‘bikini’?”

“O-oh, you really don’t like it?”

“It’s just that I wouldn’t be able to help myself but fuck you if you wore that. It’s way too revealing. I don’t want anyone seeing the pussy I fuck and the ass I fill and the tits I fondle—”

“So you want no one seeing me?” Rei moans softly when you rub her clit.

“Yes, cause I love you so fucking much, Rei.”

“Ts, looooser~”

[theragethatisdesire]

"l’amore è cieco" - eren x reader - 18+!!!

back to the ti penso universe!!! finally!! did you guys miss it? i know i did; i am utterly obsessed with these two. i've had this sitting in my unfinished wip pile for way too long not to share.

our lovebirds have gotten the wedding all wrapped up with, so we're a solid four years past them reuniting in italy....and surprise! they're expecting!!!!! i could literally scream just writing that; the grip dad!eren has on me will never let up, i fear......anyways, this one's a little rough because i've picked it apart a thousand times and i'm just tired of editing, so you guys enjoy!!! sorry if it's not quite up to par :/

pairing: eren x reader

wc: 4k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, reader is pregnant, use of names (baby, mama, pretty, beautiful, etc), swearing, vaginal sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, lactation kink, creampie, crying, tooth-rotting fluff

title means "love is blind" in italian, per tradition w this verse <3

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Right on schedule with your new daily, depressing routine, you stand in front of the mirror running your hands over your body, examining the recent changes. On second thought, scrutinizing might be a better word.

You’re grateful your job has allowed you to work from home for your entire pregnancy, editing articles from the journalists who can actually travel while snuggled up on your couch, but the downside of it is that you’ve had far too much time to mull on all of the ways your body has stretched and warped to accommodate the growing little girl in your stomach. You thought pregnancy was supposed to be beautiful, and sometimes it is, but more often than not, you just feel like a swollen, hormonal mess.

You “popped”, as all the mommy podcasts say, about two weeks ago, and thin stretch marks have begun to appear on your stomach. Eren calls them your “tiger stripes”, having been in full-blown cringe dad mode since the day you took the test. Bizarre cravings control you at all hours of the day, evidenced by the little black crumbs you’re picking out of your sports bra, left behind by your fourteen-Oreo breakfast today. You gaze longingly at the jewelry box on your bathroom counter; you haven’t been able to wear your wedding band in weeks, the tan line already beginning to fade from your finger. Before you can get a hold of yourself, the hormones have you in their grip, and hot, frustrated tears are spilling down your cheeks.

“Babe, have you seen that tie with the red–” Eren materializes in the doorway with absolutely no warning, as he’s prone to do, but cuts himself off at the sight of you, “baby, no, again?”

“Don’t say it like that,” you say, reluctantly allowing him to take you in his arms.

“Like what?” Eren’s voice is sweet, but hesitant. He’s been living under the constant threat of getting his head bitten off for mundane reasons because of you. It makes you feel worse, makes you shove him away and glare at him accusingly.

“Like I’m always fucking crying.” You are always crying, but you wish he would at least muster up some semblance of surprise at finding you in tears yet again. You turn away from him, wiping your face in the mirror. “Shouldn’t you be packing? Your flight leaves in like, three hours.”

“I’ll cancel,” Eren coos, stepping behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, picking your belly up in his hands.

It’s some hack he got off Tik Tok, supposed to take the weight off of your back for a precious moment, and as much as you don’t necessarily want to be touched right now, it actually helps. You’ve been alternating between thinking Eren’s overenthusiastic parenting research is adorable and mind-numbingly annoying, but for the moment, your back has stopped aching for the first time all morning, and you sigh, leaning into him.

“You can’t cancel,” you murmur, momentarily soothed, “‘s a big client. Where is it again? France?”

“I just got back from France, Miss Pregnancy Brain,” Eren chuckles, quieting immediately upon catching your lethal gaze in the mirror. “It’s just over in LA, and honestly, I could have Hitch go if you need me.”

“No, I can take care of myself, it’s just like…” a fresh wave of tears spills down your cheeks, “fuck, I don’t even know what’s wrong with me.”

Eren nods into your shoulder, letting you sniffle. It’s not a new trait, your outright refusal to ask for help, but it’s been exacerbated by your pregnancy, especially considering exactly how much help you actually need now.

You’ve taken custody of all of his sweatpants, not yet able to bring yourself to buy maternity clothes. You’d walked in sobbing and humiliated the other day because you’d peed yourself on the long elevator ride up to your apartment in front of the neighbors. You can’t sleep on your stomach anymore; Eren has to prop himself up just right beside you and sandwich you between himself and a wall of pillows to stop you from turning. You know it hurts him seeing you miserable, and you try to suck it up and enjoy the positives of pregnancy as much as you can, but you can’t muster up that strength every day.

“Hush,” Eren pulls your wet face to his chest, letting you stain the Number 1 Dad! t-shirt he had bought himself. “I’m not going.”

“Eren–”

“I’m not,” he says firmly, rubbing small circles into the bottom of your spine, “you need me here, whether you want to admit it or not.”

You grumble complacently, nuzzling into him. You do need him, as much as you want to think you can tough it out on your own. Eren’s bought book after book, not just for the baby, but for you. Most nights you find him reading titles like You’ve Made the Baby…Now What? or How to Survive Pregnancy: A Guide for Men with his feet propped up on the coffee table, a habit that, despite your efforts, you cannot nag him out of. It’s cute, honestly, how over-the-top he’s gotten with baby prep, especially when you’re often too exhausted to wrap your mind around reading a parenting guide.

“I feel ugly,” you admit quietly, sticky and snotty against his shirt. “I feel disgusting.”

“What?” Eren’s reaction is one of genuine confusion. He pushes you away from him so he can search your face, waiting patiently for you to elaborate.

“I’m gaining an obscene amount of weight, my ankles are the size of my knees, I can’t wear a single one of my rings, what am I supposed to feel like?”

Eren frowns. “Those things are supposed to happen. I read last night–”

“I don’t care!” Your voice cracks under the weight of your frustration, and you press your fingers into your eyes hard enough to see stars, trying to regain control of your temper. “I don’t care that it’s supposed to happen. It still sucks.”

“I think you’re beautiful,” Eren sounds earnest, but you scoff at him anyway.

“We’re married. You’re supposed to say that.”

“I don’t have to.”

You cock an eyebrow at him. “If you want your head to stay on your shoulders you do.”

Eren laughs at that, tugging you over to stand between his legs as he sits on the bed. “So, you’re serious? You genuinely don’t think you look good pregnant?”

“No,” you rub at your nose, “I don’t.”

Eren looks up at you, cupping your face gently. “I disagree.”

“Do you really?”

“I think you look better than ever.”

“That’s an insult to non-pregnant me,” you roll your eyes, moving to step away, but Eren holds you tight between his legs.

“It’s not,” he insists, “there’s just some things your pregnant body has that you didn’t necessarily have before. Some things that I like.”

You cock an eyebrow at him. “Cankles?”

Eren chuckles breathily, shaking his head. “I adore your cankles, but they weren't exactly the first thing that came to mind. Take these, for one thing.”

Eren presses his nose into your sports bra, hands moving up underneath to palm at your swollen tits. You let out a breathy laugh as he explores, already feeling a low heat beginning to simmer in your core. That’s one perk of entering your second trimester; your hormones might turn on a dime, but your sex drive has skyrocketed.

Eren shoves your bra up to free your tits, groaning appreciatively as he takes a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking. You watch as he feels his way around with his mouth, humming contentedly under your breath, when suddenly, his eyes fly open and he shoots away from you.

“What?”

Eren shushes you, bringing a hand to the breast that had been in his mouth and squeezing lightly. White liquid beads on your nipple, and you cover your face in shame.

“When did that start?”

“A few days ago,” you admit, trying to push his hands off of you, cheeks burning. Eren swats you away, leaning back into your nipple, sucking harder. You can feel a small stream of milk leaving you, relieving some of the pressure in your tits; a moan rumbles deep in Eren’s chest, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Eren releases your nipple with a loud pop and looks up at you panting, eyes blown wide.

“Is it weird that that’s kinda hot?”

“Probably.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” you hum, threading your hands through his hair and urging him back to your chest, “feels good.”

That’s all Eren needs to hear, diving back into your chest with renewed vigor. As he continues, you realize it doesn’t just feel good, it actually feels incredible. You’ve always had sensitive breasts, but with the pregnancy, sensation has increased tenfold; you can feel your panties getting wetter as the weight of your full breast decreases. When Eren’s gotten all he can from your left nipple, he moves to your right, replacing his mouth on the now-abandoned nipple with his hand to twist gently at the wet skin.

The combined sensation makes your knees buckle; Eren saves you smoothly by wrapping an arm around your lower back, yanking you to him to straddle his leg. It’s the perfect angle for you to roll your hips against his thigh slowly, feeling the much-needed friction of his sweatpants against your cunt.

“Eren…” you breathe out, voice nothing more than a wisp of air.

“I know baby,” Eren speaks directly into your flesh, not willing to back away for even a moment, “feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Feels so good,” you whimper, clutching him to you with fistfuls of his hair.

“Told you this new body’s not so bad, hm?” Eren closes his teeth down on your nipple lightly; you almost keel over from the shockwave it sends through you.

You nod, rubbing yourself against his thigh faster. It’s awkward and cumbersome with your belly in the way, but it’s enough for now, enough to light your nerves on fire in that way that only Eren’s ever been able to.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous,” Eren mutters, grabbing onto your hips to help you get your rhythm right, “you’re so perfect, and you don’t even see it.”

Your fingers dig into his arms as you moan. “But my stomach–”

“But nothing,” Eren kisses you, mumbling into your mouth, “love your stomach, love your tits, love all of it. You think it doesn’t make me so fucking hard, watching you walk around with that big belly and knowing what it came from? I did that. We did that, didn’t we baby?”

“Mhm,” you bite into his shoulder, the friction on your clit through your sweatpants is getting to your head, making you dizzy. “Eren, Eren–”

“Sh sh sh,” Eren shushes you, moving so that he can look you in the eyes, “what do you need? Tell me.”

“I don’t– I don’t know, I just…” you can’t find the words, so in need of him that you can’t even decide what sounds best. His mouth? His fingers? All of it?

“Okay, okay,” Eren says quietly, standing you both up only to lay you against the pillows, “I’ve gotcha.”

He nudges his sweatpants down your legs, bringing your panties with them, spreads your legs so he can see the most intimate part of you. Eren brings his hand to your clit, rubbing tentatively, but you’re so desperate for him that it’s enough to make your back arch, a long, throaty moan ripping out of you. He lays beside you, gently playing with your clit and watching in awe at the reaction you give him, already a blubbering mess after only a few minutes.

“So sensitive, aren’t you mama?”

“Yes,” you hiss out through clenched teeth, a fresh wave of arousal flooding you at the name, “s-so sensitive. Need to cum, I need, n-need–”

“I’ll make you cum,” Eren promises, sinking a finger into you, “I’ll make you cum, baby.”

“Fuck, Eren, it’s– I can’t–”

“Feel good?”

“So fucking good,” you’re basically sobbing at this point, fingers clenched into the muscles of his bicep, clinging to him and humping his hand. You’re not sure if it’s the lack of sex over the first trimester (“What if I hit the baby’s head?” Eren had asked nervously whenever you approached him) or the rawness of the sensation against your over-sensitive body, but you’ve never been so close to your orgasm so quickly.

You don’t hold out long; Eren’s skilled with even just one finger, and before long, you’re crying out his name, gushing all over his hand. Eren presses his lips to your forehead in a sweet kiss despite having utterly destroyed you less than thirty seconds ago.

“Ready for me?”

“Sit,” you pant, pointing to the massive stack of pillows against your headboard. Eren raises his eyebrows in surprise, but does as he’s told, only pausing to pull his clothes off. The loss of the stupid dad t-shirt is a relief as much as feeling his bare chest under your hands. Due to your hormones, you’ve thrown Eren out of the house several times, and you’ve demanded to be alone enough to where his only solution is to go to the gym downstairs and work out until you’ve calmed down. It shows: his chest has grown broader and stronger, and the veins on his arms are nearly popping through the skin. “You look good.”

“Yeah?” Eren offers a shit-eating grin, flexing his bicep ever so subtly. “You should see yourself.”

“You seriously think I look good like this?” You’re straddling his hips now, rubbing your clit on his bare cock. It’s a lewd sight, his cock drooling on his abs, glistening with your cum; your cunt clenches around nothing, more than ready to be filled.

“Mhm, you look so fucking good like that,” Eren grunts, hands finding your hips again and lifting you up to sink you down on his cock, both of you letting out loud, satisfied groans, “but you look much better like this.”

You grind your hips against his, not possessing the energy to bounce your now-heavier body, but it makes you see stars. Eren rarely lets you ride him, much preferring to bend you over or pin you to the bed himself, but with your bump, you now have an excuse to hop on top of him whenever you like. It’s been close to a decade of fucking him, but the full stretch of him never fails to shock you, the way he pushes into you until you’re positive he’s in your stomach. With Eren sitting up, his cock stays firmly nestled against your g-spot, pushing little bits of squirt out of you with each movement of your hips.

“Eren–” you whimper, holding your breasts as you rock into him.

“Shit- you’re so tight like this,” Eren says through his clenched jaw, throwing his head back against the headboard, “why don’t you ride me more often?”

“You don’t let me,” you say with a watery giggle.

“Stupid,” Eren gasps, “‘m so fucking stupid.”

You’re too fucked out to voice your agreement, opting for sliding a hand down your body to flick at your clit. You can’t quite reach it around your bump, though, a discontented noise leaving your lips. Eren opens his eyes, takes notice of the way you’re hunching your back, and swats your hand away.

“I got it, I got it,” he pants, tucking his hand underneath your swollen belly to rub your clit just the way he knows you like it.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you choke out, throwing your head back.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” you hiss, “‘s perfect.”

“Take what you need, mama,” Eren’s watching you intently, a glimmer of admiration in his eye, “take what you need.”

You’re moaning pitifully, loud and wanton as Eren’s cock moves inside of you. Your cunt tightens around him desperately as the bubble building in your stomach threatens to explode.

“Think you get wetter like this, all swollen with my baby,” Eren muses, leaning forward to latch his mouth around one of your nipples where more milk has already started to pool. His words have a visceral reaction on you; you cry, tears welling in your eyes as you spiral towards your release. 

“I think–I think I’m gonna– oh fuck, don’t stop,” you croon, rocking your hips as fast as you can manage. Eren mumbles around your nipple, something about how beautiful you look, and you come undone around him, grinding your hips hard against his and cradling him to your chest. He might have a point- there’s damn near a puddle of your arousal at the base of where you’re connected, slicking up the skin on his hips and the inside of your thighs.

“Better?” Eren pulls you in for a kiss; you can feel him grinning through it.

“Maybe a little,” you admit, laughing light and watery against his mouth.

“Mmm,” Eren hums, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you only to drop you down again and turn your laughter to a quiet whimper, “not good enough. Need you to be much better.”

“Fuck me, then,” you nip at his bottom lip, earn yourself a deep groan.

“Can you— can you hold yourself up like this?” Eren scooches both of you down, albeit, a little awkwardly, so that he can lay flat on the bed. He moves you up until you’ve only got him halfway inside of you, cocking a questioning eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I–I think so.”

“And you’re sure I’m not going to hurt–”

“Jesus Christ– no Eren, it’s fine, just– fuck,” he cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips up into yours, grinning menacingly when your eyes roll back.

“Like that?”

“Just like that,” you moan, annoyance wiped from you with one clean stroke. Eren takes that for the green light that it is and starts pistoning his hips up into you, swearing under his breath. Even though he’d instructed you to hold yourself up, he makes good use of his new muscles, suspending you at the perfect height to feel every inch of him as he fucks up into you like his life depends on it.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like this,” Eren growls, “all swollen with my fuckin’ baby. Gonna keep you like this, give you as many as you want.”

“Eren–” you choke out, suffocating on the way he’s fucking you, his words, him. For the first time in months, you feel amazing, holding your chest and groaning long and loud as Eren thrusts up into you.

“Baby, I’m- fuck, not gonna–” Eren cuts himself off with something that sounds suspiciously close to a whimper, throwing his head back.

“Cum in me,” you pant, nodding urgently at him, “want it so bad.”

“Oh fuck,” Eren groans, hips moving impossibly faster. His fingers are digging into your hips near to the point of pain, and that little frown he makes when he’s about to cum is crumpling his face. You do want it, badly.

“Please Eren, I need it,” you gasp, legs trembling on either side of his hips.

“Fucking love you, love you so much,” Eren slurs, hips stuttering. With a long, throaty moan, he slams you down one final time, cumming deep inside of you. You grind against him as he does, moaning along with him at the familiar warmth in your belly. Exhausted, you momentarily forget about your bump and try to collapse facefirst on him- that’s enough to snap Eren out of his post-orgasm haze.

“Whoa, whoa,” Eren shoves you back upright, lifting you under your shoulders and laying you on your back, “careful.”

You wince. “Shit, sorry. Sometimes I forget. It’s still sort of new.”

“I know,” Eren agrees, eyes locked lovingly on your baby bump, “love it, though.”

“Really?”

Eren cocks a disbelieving eyebrow at you. “If that didn’t convince you, I don’t know what will.”

You giggle at that; he’s always been good at this, cheering you up and diffusing your worries like it’s second nature. After ten years, it probably is at this point.

“I don’t mean to be so down on myself, really,” you sigh, tracing a finger over where his hand’s splayed on your stomach, “it’s just…so much harder than I thought it would be.”

Eren nods thoughtfully. “That’s reasonable. But you’re so good at it.”

“I haven’t even– what?” The insecurities that you’ve been successfully masking under good natured teasing and occasional annoyance come slipping from between your lips. You’ve thought it for weeks; how Eren’s so into all the baby stuff, so enthusiastic about learning everything he can, while all you’ve managed is trying not to gag when he cooks eggs in the morning and picking out some onesies. “What about all of your books and your podcasts and crap? You’re the one doing everything.”

“That’s all I can do,” Eren scoffs, “you’re doing all the hard stuff, like carrying the baby around and puking every morning and crying all the time–”

“Hey!”

“I’m serious,” Eren shushes you, “you’re putting in all the legwork. I mean, you’re literally growing our baby. You’re a fucking rockstar mom already. If anyone’s not doing enough here, it’s me.”

That’s one thing about Eren that will never get easier; his deep, unwavering admiration for you, no matter what you’re doing. Sure, it’s endearing when Eren spins you around in his arms for something as simple as finally getting that croissant recipe to come out well, but when he’s praising you for something that’s actually difficult? It’s sweet enough to give you a cavity, warm your heart, and turn your cheeks pink all at once, even after all this time.

“Well, if you’d like to take a shift carrying her around, be my guest. She’s a chunky little thing already,” you roll your eyes, tucking your face into Eren’s ribs to mask the flush rising to your face.

“I’d do it for you if I could,” Eren sighs in faux-thoughtfulness, “but I wouldn’t look half as hot.”

You giggle furiously when he lands a slap to your ass, swatting at his chest. “God, it still doesn’t feel real, does it? A little girl that’s half you, half me.”

“It does and it doesn’t,” Eren shrugs, bringing a hand back to your stomach, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been thinking about it since Italy.”

You gape at him. “That long?”

“You know I’m always ahead of you on this stuff,” Eren teases, squeezing your cheeks together, “knew I wanted you first, knew I wanted you back first, knew we should get married…”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes at his bragging, “it’s just, like…are we ready? To do this?”

“This?” Eren cocks his head.

“The whole…‘parents’ thing.”

“Putting aside the fact that you're way too late to be having those kinds of thoughts,” Eren says, rubbing your lower back, “of course we’re ready. There’s no perfect parents, but I believe in us– believe in you. Gonna be the best mama any baby’s ever had, I know you will.”

“I don’t even…oh, Eren.” You’re tearing up again–damn hormones. Eren wipes at your tears, planting a big kiss on your forehead.

“I mean it. You’re going to be great, already are,” he says, smiling down at you. He holds you just like that for a few moments, letting you nuzzle into his chest, until his little grin grows wicked. “Although…the only thing I can say I am worried about is which one of us is going to accidentally teach her her first swear word. Should we bet on it?"

Even through your tears, you cock an eyebrow at him. “You and I both know that’s going to be Jean. Especially after what you taught Clara the last time we babysat.”

Eren barks out a laugh. “Hey, hearing her call Jean ‘Daddy Jackass’ was funny, and you know it!”

“Thanks for reminding me,” you smirk, “now I know what I’m teaching our little girl first.”

“No way!”

[koririmao]

numb cast| kang daeho wc| 1.7K words cw| heavy smut (21+), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, original characters synopsis| fucking the little marine boi :) credits| @koririmao / @duckreiii on  W  app ib| that one tik tok comment i saw under a daeho edit Y'ALL WILD BRO JESUS CHRIST

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daeho sat on the bottom bunk, shivering, knees pulled tightly against his chest. his face was buried in them, his entire body tense like a coiled spring.  

from across the room, nari watched.  

*what's that hot marine getting the nerves for?*  

a mischievous smirk curled on her lips.  

silently, she approached him—then, without warning, patted his shoulder.  

"hey."  

daeho jolted violently, his head snapping up, eyes wide with panic.  

"i-i-i’m s-s-sorry, i-i-i..." he stammered, looking like a complete wreck.  

nari raised a brow. *a marine, scared?*  

"you okay?" she asked, glancing at the ink peeking out from his sleeve. a marine tattoo. he followed her gaze and quickly pulled down his sleeve, as if trying to hide it.  

"y-yeah... i-i’m fine…" he muttered, looking away in shame.  

but his trembling hands and the fear laced in his voice told a different story.  

nari sighed and plopped down beside him.  

"you know," she said gently, "even soldiers in world war i were scared for their lives. but in the end, they still fought. it wasn’t the absence of fear that made them brave—it was their selflessness. their willingness to protect the people they loved."  

she smiled and placed a comforting hand atop his.  

daeho tensed. his gaze flickered to their hands, his cheeks tinged pink. he exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair.  

"it’s not that," he murmured. "the guns just... they remind me of that day. i lost my friends. they were like family to me. but those bastards shot them down without a second thought." his voice broke, his body trembling.  

nari didn't hesitate.  

she pulled him into a tight embrace, letting him bury his face in her shoulder.  

"shh… it's alright," she whispered, her fingers tracing soothing circles on his back. "just let it all out. i got you."  

daeho clutched onto her like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. his quiet sobs muffled against her tracksuit, hot tears soaking into the fabric.  

none of that mattered.  

right now, all nari wanted was to take care of the boy with the ponytail crying in her arms.  

after a while, his breathing steadied. He sniffled, pulling away slightly to meet her gaze.  

"t-thank you…" he muttered. "w-what’s your name?"  

nari's soft smile slowly curled into a smirk.  

the hands that had been caressing his back slid up, fingertips tracing over his neck and chest.  

"oh, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, baby," she purred, leaning in. "after this game, my name is the only thing you’ll remember."  

daeho swallowed hard, his blush deepening.  

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Timeline: After the Pentathlon Game

daeho was busy adjusting his tracksuit and smoothing out his ponytail, so focused on his task that he barely noticed the blue-haired girl approaching.

"oh, nari! you made it!" he looked up, relief washing over his face. "i'm so glad you did!"

he raised his hand for a high five, his ears tinged pink.

nari smirked. she lifted her hand—but instead of meeting his palm, she reached up and ruffled his hair, messing up the neat ponytail he had just fixed.

"good job in gonggi earlier," she said casually.

daeho blinked, then blushed deeper. "a-ah, t-thank you! y-you saw? i-i thought we were—"

"you're really skilled with your hands," she cut in, her voice dripping with playful insinuation.

at first, daeho took the compliment at face value, nodding earnestly—until the meaning behind her words clicked.

his eyes widened slightly, and the faint red on his cheeks deepened into a full flush. he gulped. "a-ah… y-yes… t-thank you…"

he started fiddling with his fingers, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

nari giggled.

"cute," she cooed, reaching out to pinch his cheek.

daeho let out a tiny, embarrassed whimper.

"aww, what’s the matter, baby? can’t handle a few compliments, hm?” she giggled teasingly, running her fingers down his neck and across his chest.

his breath hitched. “n-nari, please…” he practically cried out, like a submissive pup begging for relief. 

“please what, daeho? i wanna hear you say it,” she demanded, her nails raking across his chest, sending shivers down his spine. he winced, a mix of pain and pleasure, and grabbed her wrist before she could draw blood.

“please… take me… now,” he was breathless, sweat beading on his forehead, his ragged breathing the only sound between them. 

having him exactly where she wanted him, nari smirked, a predatory glint in her eyes, and tugged on his hand. “follow me,” she winked, a silent promise of the pleasure to come, and dragged him out of the room and towards the dimly lit men’s bathroom. 

“hey, you can’t be in here—” a confused voice called out, but they ignored the protest, shoving past the startled player.

they burst into a cubicle, the metallic click of the lock echoing in the small space. nari wasted no time, pushing him none-too-gently onto the closed toilet bowl. 

daeho’s eyes widened, his throat bobbing as he watched her kneel before him, her gaze intense. she flicked her tongue out suggestively, a silent invitation to the feast that awaited him.

“n-nari…” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “shhh…” she soothed, her fingers tracing the outline of his thighs before she mercilessly tugged his pants down to his ankles, trapping him. 

she giggled, a throaty, seductive sound, as she saw the impressive tent straining against his boxers. “cute, i haven’t even touched you there yet,” she teased, tapping the tip with her soft finger, making him squirm helplessly on the unforgiving plastic of the toilet seat. 

“a-ahh~ nari~” he whined, his control slipping, making her laugh, a sound that was both mocking and enticing.

“alright, alright, i’ll stop teasing… for now,” she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. she slowly, deliberately, pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free, slapping against her face with a life of its own. a lewd gasp escaped her lips. 

then, she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his engorged member. “mmm, i knew marines carried such big packages,” she growled, her voice husky, as she stroked his entire length from base to tip, teasing him with the edge of her nail.

he whimpered and whined, squirming on his precarious perch. “n-nari~!” 

she bunched up her hair, her expression one of mock frustration. “aww, i don’t have a hair tie,” she pouted, her eyes drifting upwards to meet his, and a wicked smirk slowly spread across her face.

she stood up, her movements fluid and sensual, and tugged playfully on his hair, earning a desperate moan from his lips. with a swift movement, she stole the hair tie from his hair.

then, she used it to tie her own hair back into a high ponytail, the movement drawing his attention to the elegant curve of her neck.

“thanks,” she winked, flicking her tongue out again, the gesture pure invitation, before lowering herself once more.

“now… where were we?” she whispered, her hot breath fanning his sensitive tip, driving him closer to the edge.

daeho inhales sharply as nari’s warm, wet mouth envelops his hardening cock. his head falls back against the wall with a low groan, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

he reaches down to tangle his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements. “fuck yes, just like that, nari” hisses through clenched teeth. “your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick.” daeho’s hips start to rock subtly, fucking nari’s face with shallow thrusts as she sucks him off.

he groans deeply, voice rough with lust. “keep sucking, princess. get my cock nice and hard for that tight little cunt of yours.” he pulls her off him suddenly, admiring how her lips glisten with saliva and his pre-cum.

daeho grabs nari’s hair tighter, holding her in place as he starts to thrust faster, fucking her face with deep, powerful strokes.

he groans loudly, dark eyes boring into hers intensely. “take it all, you filthy girl. i know you fucking love choking on my big cock!” his balls slap against her chin with each rough thrust.

daeho’s eyes darken with lust and dominance as he holds nari in place, forcing her to take every thick inch of his throbbing cock.

nari gags and sputters around daeho’s thick cock stretching her throat, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. but she doesn't pull away. instead, she takes him deep, nose pressed against his pelvis, inhaling the musky scent of his arousal.

daeho groans, the sound rumbling through his chest as he holds nari in place, her nose pressed against his skin. he grinds his hips, making her take every last inch.

daeho smirks wickedly, enjoying the sight of nari struggling to take his thick cock. daeho grins wickedly. “that's it, take it all like the cock-hungry slut you are.” he holds nari's head down, making her deepthroat his entire length as he grinds his pelvis against her face.

after a moment, he yanks her off his spit-slicked shaft.  daeho chuckles darkly as nari surfaces, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen head of his cock. grips her hair tighter, forcing her to look up at him with tear-filled eyes as he smirks down at her. “not so high and mighty now, are you, princess?” 

he pulls her off completely, his rock hard shaft slapping against her cheek as he strokes himself. he chuckles darkly. “ah ah ah, not yet princess”. he smacks her cheek with his thick shaft before rubbing the leaking tip across her lips, smearing them with his pre-cum.

he leans down, voice a low growl in her ear. “i'm not done using this pretty mouth of yours yet.” he shoves his cock back past her lips, gripping her hair tighter as he starts to fuck her face in earnest.

daeho sets a brutal pace, the obscene sound of him slamming into nari’s throat filling the room. he grins sadistically as he feels her struggle against him.

he pulls out abruptly, a rope of saliva snapping between her gasping mouth and his spit-shined cock.

sneers down at her. “still think you can handle me, slut?” he smacks her cheek with his spit-slicked shaft. “because i’m just getting started with you.”

-end-

[jayke0]

Thank the lord that TV Girl aren't with paramount music or who ever the fuck took down half the music from tik tok cuz i can't have my Basil edit being taken from me 💕💕

[strniohoeee]

Luster

Pairing: The Triplets X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris asked Y/N to join him and his brothers for a smoke session, but when readers lip gloss messes up the blunt they get mad, and Chris takes revenge👄

Warnings⚠️: Smoking a joint, and that’s all. This is based on a tik tok I saw. I’ll put it at the end of the story. I thought it was so funny, and had to write it😭

Song for the imagine: Wu-Tang Forever- Drake

The worst part about showing the triplets how to smoke was that they thought they had better weed than me. Because of this they would always call me over to test out their new weed.

My weed was always the best, but they’d never admit that. But hey a free joint is a free joint, so anytime they asked me to smoke with them to try their weed I was fine with it.

I think the runner up for best weed was Nick, and I’m not sure who the fuck his plug was, but that shit almost beat me, but key word ALMOST. Matt and Chris hated this because they wanted to be better than Nick so badly.

Today I filmed a get ready with me for my YouTube channel, so I did my makeup. I loved makeup, and I haven’t put my makeup on in so fucking long. I did a shimmery glitter on my lids with fluffy lashes, and a brown lip liner with super glossy lips.

I was getting ready to remove my makeup when I got a text

Nightmare Blunt Rotation😧🍃

-I got some new weedddddddd -Chris

-good for you…my shits better-Me

-Come smoke with us pleaseeeee-Nick

-ehhhhh I don’t know-me

-Not knowing if you want to smoke weed is bizarre. Get your ass over here-Matt

-I just filmed a video, and have to edit it for my channel-Me

-Who gives a fuck!!! Come over now- Chris

-Fine god damn- Me

-YAYYY! See you in 10? -Nick

-I was going to take off my makeup

-We can not wait for you to remove your makeup, and do a whole 30 minute skincare routine just come over here with your makeup on- Matt

-OMFG yall are down bad to smoke, fine-Me

-YESSSS see you in 10-Nick

I grabbed my purse and my water canister and headed out. Driving 10 minutes down the road

-Let me in bitches-me

10 seconds after sending that message Matt opened the door

“Yoooo bitch” I said hugging him

“Look at you with your face all done up, you look good” he said hugging me back

“Thanks” I said pulling away and following him up the stairs

“Have no fear the bad bitch is here” I said announcing my arrival

“Never say that shit again” Nick said giving me a dirty look

“Alright Mr. Crabby pants” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Ready to smoke the best weed of your life?” Chris asked showing me the joint in his fingers

“Yeah sure whatever you say” I said rolling my eyes at him

We headed outside to the yard, and sat in a circle

“Y’all go first I want to film some tik toks” I said

They all started smoking while I filmed some tik toks of myself

“I don’t know Y/N…..this shits good as fuck” Matt said to me

“Yeah let me see” I said taking the joint and taking a hit, letting it fill my lungs before exhaling

“What do we think?” Chris asked me

“Mmmm it’s good” I said shrugging my shoulders

“It’s better than what I had last time” Nick said

“Yeah it is better I will say, but I don’t know I like mine the most” I said to them

We continued to smoke, until Chris sucked his teeth

“The fuck is all this sticky shit” Chris said examining the joint

“Let me see” Nick said grabbing the joint and looking at it

“The fuck is this” he said laughing, Matt took the joint and looked at it

“It’s making the joint unravel” he said passing it to me so I can look at it

“Yall are so fucking dumb, that’s my lipgloss” I said laughing

“Who the fuck smokes with lipgloss on” Chris said

“Well me…yall didn’t let me remove my makeup, so suck it up. Lick all that brown lipgloss off” I said laughing at him

“You made it unravel” Matt said looking at me with a straight face

“MY BADDDD” I said laughing and applying more lip gloss

“Stop putting that shit, I’m about to roll another joint, and you’re not fucking this one up” he said beginning to roll another joint

“Hoes mad” I said shrugging my shoulders

I took my phone out to film a tik tok

“These fuckers are mad that I got lip gloss on the joint, like can’t a bad bitch smoke in peace” I said to the camera

“Not when it’s making the joint unravel” Chris said

“Yall this is my nightmare blunt rotation….I can’t even smoke with my lip gloss on” I said shaking my head

“Take that shit off” Nick said laughing

“NEVERRRR LET ME LIVE” I said to him

I looked back at the camera “He mad cause my lip gloss is poppin” I said

Suddenly Chris leaned over, and wiped my mouth with the back of his hand wiping all my lipgloss off

My mouth dropped and all my lip gloss was gone…..

They all started to laugh behind the camera

“Chris your fucker” I said leaning over and smacking him

I ended the video, and posted it. Immediately it started to get so many views. All their fans were dying laughing, saying how this is such Chris behavior

“Your fans are on my side you bitch” I said to Chris

“Too fucking bad don’t be smoking my shit with gloss on” he said making a funny face at me.

We finished the second joint, and just sat outside laughing and talking, and we eventually ordered some food. We filmed tik toks and watched some movies.

The End

Hope yall enjoyed this one. This was personal self indulgence LMAOOO😭🖤

-J💅🏽

[prettywritess]

DATING LETITIA WRIGHT PRT 2!!🤎

Since yall loved the first one ive decided to make a second one.

(this one is a little shorter tho)

Letitia grew up in the UK,meaning she didnt have much knowledge to how things work in the US,cultural,lifestyle,and just a new atmosphere wise.

She's always so in awe by everything about you.

Whys your hair so damn long? Is it so i can pull it."" She said as she combed through the long locks of silky hair.(That 40 inch,yall know it.)

"No it's not so you can pull it,pull my shit its gone be me an you."

She smirked "Or it could just be me in you." she said as she gathered your hair together playfully bending you over the bathroom sink.

"Nasty Ass"

"Where's the rest of your shirt baby" she said as she attempted to pull the cropped tee down lower.

"And yall these are the Good4thebody Blue jeans from shein they're so comfy and they really shape the body" you walked into the camera attempting to give a quick 360 but letita walked in front of you.

"Yall good. Yall dont gotta see all that" she said

"Girl get out my video."

Meeting Your Family

“Y/N who's your friend?“

"Your daughter is just a handful."

Your family chuckled as every one sat at the dinner table,taking in laughs,making jokes,and the atmosphere just felt so right.

Many different Dishes sat on the tables,Greens,Yams,Cornbread,Beans,Chicken,Etc.

"Shes been like that since she was younger"your mom said as she let of a big and vibrant smile.

"Y/N come help mama with the dishes" your mama spoke.

"I like her.."she said making you smile.

"I do to mommy."

"Is she good to you,she seems sweet and full of love"

"Shes amazing,i wouldn't ask for anyone else."

"Well you know what im finna say.."

"Mama..you do know she's a girl-“

“girl yesss“ your mama said laughing.

“I meant like are y'all planning on adoption or something..“

“hmm maybe we haven't really talked about children yet mama.“

"Well you know i want some grandbabies"

You walked and stopped in the door way of the living room. Letita sat talking to your aunts.

"Y/N girl you done got thick on us." Your aunt said as you walked past.

"You been eating good"

"I have."

"She has." Letita looked at you with a smirk.

Yall do fun things like Tik Toks,Vlogs,Pranks And ETC.

“girl no that's wrong way!“ you said as you attempted to teach your girlfriend a new trending dance.

“I be seeing them edits y'all be making about me.“ lettita said as she laid stretched out on the bed beside you,she had her hood on and low eyes. She smiled cocky at her camera making you mug her.

“yeah and y'all better just keep wishing the fuck.��� you said making her chuckle.

“yeah y'all know y/n crazy as he'll. .“

“whatever.“ you said mugging her. She was feeling herself a lil too much.

“come onnn“ you said attempting to pull your girlfriend to the backseat of the car.

She licked her lips and looked at you speaking in a raspy voice “if I come back their,you not gone be able to walk for a month. Now get your narrow ass back up here and put on this seat belt y/n.“

She was always so sweet to you no matter what.making sute you ate and making sure you got ate...

“ma you hungry?“

“ma you want some taco bell?“

“ma whatchu want from the store?“

“I bought you breakfast in bed mamass“

“you want some head?“

She always took you on set whenever she filmed. Making sure you got everything you wanted while their and where was comfortable as you could be.

“you ok ma? You need anything.“ she said as she rubbed your thigh lightly.

You smiled shaking your head and taking a sip of your water sitting back in your chair.

She treated you like the queen you where and would t let up for nun. She constantly reminded you that you where the baddest no matter what.

“ma you dont need no plastic surgery.“

“but..“

“but nothing.“ she said using her hand to raise your chin.

“you beautiful as fuck.“

END

[stainedglassandpigs]

Smallville

I don’t know if I’ll continue this story much bc I don’t have tons of confidence in it but it was fun to do something with Clark since I kept seeing a bunch of edits with him and I rmbered how much I liked the lil farm boy.

Also I don’t know how I feel about using emojis in writing lowkey don’t like it but yk gotta try it out at least once or twice to see fr ( jury is leaning toward don’t like)

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It appears to be somewhere in the country. Lush green trees and a sea of grassy plains for miles. I don’t remember when I began walking or why I was.

As I was now pushing through a corn maze it began to be clear I was looking for something. I became more and more frustrated that I wasn’t finding whatever it was I broke out in a run, I had to find it now time was running out. Hope was beginning to lose me when I stumbled outta the ocean of corn stalks. Getting up and dusting myself off I could see in the distance there was a house and barn. Just as I began to walk to the far off house something zoomed out of the corn and crashed into the barn.

BOOM

I bolted up, my alarm going off.

Turning it off I reach for my phone checking the time.

Shit shit shit.

It was 8:30, that was my alarm that told me I was supposed to be out the house by now.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Mom hated when I was late, the office lady was always so unusually mean for someone who worked with people all day.

Rushing outta bed I began a speed run of my usually morning activities.

A normal person might forgo finding a playlist to listen to when they were already in a rush, but I figured the morning was already fucked at least I could still listen to my favorite songs while I panicked.

By the 2 song I have changed and was beginning to brush my teeth. Song 3 began and so did my morning skin care.

Rush or not there were things I was not willing to compromise on when getting ready.

My grand final now is deciding what to do with my hair.

It was wash day yesterday so the hair was looking a bit wet. I didn’t prefer it this way but at least it was cute.

I opt for down since it would help the curls dry faster

Making sure all the hairs were in place and my part was clean I called it. And all it took was 4 songs to get ready, not too bad.

Before I headed for the kitchen to pack my lunch I made sure my back pack was ready for the day.

Well I made sure my headphones were in there and I barely spared a glance at what was actually in the bag.

The kitchen was a bit more tricky of a situation. If I were lucky no one would be in there to question why I hadn't left yet, especially not mom.

Being as quiet and quick as I could, packing my lunch and dashing off immediately, grabbing my keys from the bowel and sneaking off.

Gettign in the car I threw my stuff in the passenger seat and checked my phone for the time and any important notifications.

The time read as 9, first period began at 8:50. I was officially counted absent when I was deciding on water or tea as my drink of choice for the day I thought.

Being absent wasn’t good but math class was soooo boring, I was thankful it was my senior year because there was no way I could fight another year doing high school math.

I answered a few of my messages most of them being from my best friend Jade on different platforms.

She had sent me at least 30 tik toks, 5 instagram memes and 9 messages about random stuff.

Replying to the message and telling her about how I woke up late she laughed about it and pointed out how I hated math anyways and I should just pick up a nice sweet treat cause I was already late.

I would have picked up something for her too but she already graduated last year and was off to Metropolis University getting her degree in computer engineering.

Next you I would be doing the same for anthropology so I didn’t let the distance bother me bc soon we would be seeing each other everyday annoying the living shit out one another. I smile at that.

So instead I just sent her some money to get something nice for breakfast, picked a song from my ongoing playlist and began heading to my local smallville coffee shop.

Getting a large motcha and danish i sorrowfully started heading for school.

Pulling in the student parking lot I happened across another late student. When I saw them I honked my horn lightly and waved for them to come over.

“doesn’t your mom hate when you're late y/n (nick name)?”

“Doesn’t your coach hate when your late Jacob?” I copied the tone of the football player while I open the car door.

“Touché, why you late tho ?” Jacob said, grabbing my drink out of my hand, I made him hold the rest of my stuff as we walked in the building cause his greedy ass was gulping down my drink like I had gotten it specifically for him.

“slept in by accident, stayed up trying to read the last of Macbeth cause I kept putting it off, what had you late?” Gesturing for my drink back I open the doors for us but he just grabs the door and waits until I walk in.

“Went to the lake with a few of the boys”

“How late could it have been that it had you sleeping in '' we were halfway to the attendance desk now.

“3 in the morning 🤥”

“Yall have terrible time management skills, I just want you to know that”

“At least I finished the class reading on time” he said with a grin.

“Name one thing that happened in the second act, quickly” I said side eyeing him

“Macbeth , he, he ummm”

“times out” now I’m the one grinning

“If you know everything then name something miss know it all”

“Lady Macduff and her sons gets killed cause Macbeth went crazy, boom and under 10 seconds'' he rolled his eyes at me dramatically causing me to laugh.

There were a few ppl in front of us in the late line so we continued talking about random things until we both got our late notes.

“Your going to art now right, lemme walk you my next period we get a longer passing period then yall”

“You work in the library during this period right ? What do you even do in there? "The art class wasn’t that far off from the office so I wasn’t in a rush either.

“Mostly just put the books away n once we’re done with that it’s basically a free period”

The conversation continued on random classes and such till we came to my class and Jacob handed me back my stuff. We said our goodbyes and I entered the art room, it looked like I was one of the first ppl there other than Mrs.Ruth the teacher.

A lovely woman, very bright and passionate about her craft.

Taking my seat I chat with her and as more students fill and get situated.

Mrs.Ruth said we were waiting on something b4 we started our assignment today, I didn’t think much of it and continued yapping about with my classmates and friends.

Another one of my best friends came to class, taking her seat behind my table. We started talking about what could be holding up the class today.

“Wonder what the hold up is. Maybe we’re getting a Halloween party, what do you think Rose ?” I say trying to think of what it could be

“Mmm prolly not we’re so busy with our projects, maybe something about another art comp”

Our conversation naturally fizzes out as we both start getting our normal art stuff out for the class.

It was maybe the length of a weekend song (famously long asl) when the door opened.

We were in October now so never would I have thought she meant a new student.

Another thing that shocked me was who it was.

I immediately turn my head to look at Rose and she’s already looking at me, giving me a knowing smile.

You know how when a new person comes and you always hope they’re cute to give you something to look at, that was him but this was even more exciting because of who it was.

Because he wasn’t new new, I had just never had any classes with him up until now. But trust me and my girls were more than well acquainted with who he was.

Because my brother was a football player I got to know tons of the players and even became good friends with some of them.

So I would see him all the time, but we would only really talk in passing. The thing was though me and the girls had this one going minor local celebrity crush on him and we would talk about him all the time, not only was he such a gentleman (plus) he was also unearthly pretty (big plus)

Cause who doesn’t love a good pretty man. Like how could we not talk about him, with all due respect and regard for his personhood ofc…

And here he stood now in our class.

Just from Roses face alone I knew the girls were gonna love this, lunch was going to be so exciting today ‼️.

I didn’t want to keep staring the boy down so I tore my eyes off him for Miss Ruth who was explaining what was going on.

“Okay class as you can see we have a new class mate today, Clark Kent” she said motioning him over to her.

“Clark was in art four, but me and his old art teacher talked and thought it would be best for him to join us in ap art, please class if he needs any help adjusting give him a hand and be nice.” She says giving the class a once over, our class wasn’t bad but we could definitely be asswholes, and it was clear she was trying to get us to be nice on his first day.

She turned to him now and explained a few things before telling him to pick a seat anywhere.

As he looked around the class he spotted me and seen where I was sitting, heading over he waved. At first I rationalized it, ofc he would sit with me I was probably the only person he knew in the class fr. But I doubted he even remembered my name fr.

“Y/n!”

Well I was wrong, but I was happy about that.

“I didn’t know you were in this class! Is it okay if I sit with you ?” He said so politely,

lord this was going to be a long year if I had to sit next to someone so beautiful.

I know Rose was finding this all very entertaining right now for sure.

I had to remind myself he asked me a question cause I was staring yet again. Up close I could see that his blue eyes had specs of green but I digress.

“Ofc Clark” I smile trying not to look too much like I indeed did have a massive crush on him.

He settles in and all I can think bout is how close we are sitting to each other.

I mean he was a football player so ofc he was huge, but Clark was pretty big even for a football player. He was touching above 6 feet at this point. Even though he was huge he still remained a respectable distance and didn’t manspread trying not to take up any space.

How nice, then again that was the bare minimum and I reminded myself to pay attention, I probably wasn’t even his type anyways.

“Today we will be starting a new unit, so pair up because you’re gonna need a partner.” Miss Ruth said as she gathered the lesson plans and her notes on it.

I look over at Clark and he’s already looking at me with a small smile with his eyebrows raised a little. How he didn’t have a gf right now was a marvel I thought.

“Partners ?” He said, returning his small smile in tandem.

“Partners” I whispered back enthusiastically.

I take my phone out and send Rose a quick text saying we also are gonna be partners.

She just sends back a reaction meme of someone smiling.

Putting my phone away again I look at Clark again x

It was almost like the sun was in love with him I thought.

the way it shown on him, living art, I wasn’t much of a romantic but I wasn’t blind to the way he was making me feel.

But I ignored it, talking about attractive people and being delusional over them was one thing but actually putting myself out there was a whole other thing. Most days I was just content with being friends with people I had crushes on and that was exactly what I was gonna do with Clark.

Just friends.

To get myself to stop thinking about him I remember that I still had my cheese danish from the coffee shop. As I get it out I tear it in half and tap Clark. I don’t say anything, I just hand it to him with a napkin. When he realizes what I’m doing he mouths a thank you with a giant smile.

He must like sweet just as much as i did.

Miss Ruth finished explaining what the class would be doing for our next project.

We were tasked with creating a sort of art year book with our partners. We would be capturing moments and artwork and putting together two books. And the books had to be huge at least 2 feet in hight.

She handed out the rubric, and showed some videos and examples, but for the most part the rest of the class period was left to us to brainstorm and get a feel of the project and get the ball rolling.

Which meant I would be talking with Clark more.

I was being to hope that he was secretly a dick and he would kill my crush with his actions.

Turning my whole body to face Clark now, the art room was big so the tables were too, meaning there was a lotta space in between us technically,

but it felt like I was breathing down his neck.

He turned too, but once again I could tell he was making sure to give me my space

how kind,

a symphony of screaming began playing in my head as I thought about how stupid I must look to him.

Pushing it down instead I began thinking of our project, that I could do with ease. Art was my thing and not even an unearthly sweet and cute guy was going to change that.

“So far honestly it don’t look to daunting, which is nice, it’s more a time and dedication thing. Very tedious but I’m excited lowkey. I always loved the idea of making my own yearbook” digging through my backpack I bring out my class sketchbook and flip to a free page. Grabbing a random pen from onna the pockets on the side of my backpack I write “ Clark and y/ns year book project”

“So whatcha thinking ? Any ideas of things you really wanna have in here ?” I know sometimes I tend to talk a lot and I didn’t want him to feel like his thoughts weren’t important.

“I’m actually in photography and journalism class, so I think maybe we can use some of my skills from there too”

“Dude that’s so cool Clark !Do you write for the school paper ?!” Ofc he’s arty, the screaming in my head pitched up an octave.

“Sadly no, football takes up a lotta my time but they do let me help, I’m best friends with the editor, Chloe. And if I have the spare times sometimes every blue moon she’ll let me run a story. I do take some of the photos tho, cause “I’m in the field and get a closer perspective,” Chloe says.”

“We’ll definitely find a way to incorporate that, I don’t have any fancy cameras like the ones the school does but I am an instant and digital camera collector. So you can use mine if you’d want to as well” This was good, I always loved photography but a lot about it confused me and here Clark comes filling in that blank.

“May I?” Clark gestures to the pen, as I hand it to him for a moment his hands cover mine and I can feel my face going red so I get up abruptly which startled him a bit.

“I just remembered you don’t have any of the standard Ap supplies, lemme go ask Miss Ruth for you. You can just write your ideas and stuff down while I go get it. You can also look through my sketch book I don’t mind” I was ready to speed away from him when I heard Clark call my name. I turn n look and he has a very sincere look on his face.

“I just wanted to say thank you y/n, you’ve been really nice to me when you could have picked someone else to be your partner. Thank you”

He smiled but it looked a little sad, like he was thinking of something else.

“What are friends for” I say half smiling, I wondered what could have given him that far away look.

Going off I got all the stuff he needed for the class and came back to my set, it took only about 5 minutes, about as long as a rock song I thought.

Handing it to him I explain what everything is and get a permanent marker so he can label his name on everything .

For the next 40 minutes we sat there drafting up ideas and thoughts.

The conversation came easily and when Mrs Ruth reminded us as she always does that we were at the half way mark of the class, we began really planning out what we wanted to do.

First we looked at the due date which was in 3 months in January after Christmas break.

Each book needs to have at least 16 pages not counting back and front. With that we calculated how many pages a week needed to be done and began planning the little things.

By the time we got done most of the planning the period was soon to be over.

Getting up to stretch I started thinking bout lunch.

I wonder who Clark ate lunch with, the football boys? He’s own friends ? By himself?

“Clark which lunch do you have ?”

“B lunch why?” He says while he packs his things up.

“Just curious. Oh hey actually can I borrow your phone real quick” I say as I too begin putting my stuff away.

He hands my his phone unlocked, interesting that he didn’t ask why I needed it I thought.

“Since where most likely gonna have to work outside of school we should have each others phone numbers and stuff. And honestly all the years I’ve known you it’s crazy I don’t have it yet”

“Not really on my phone too much, being on the farm all day the WiFi’s awful so I’ve never really used it much. I always forget I have it” he was now standing in front of me and I had to look up a bit to see into his eyes.

If I was a little less stubborn one might call it butterflies but I just gonna chalk it up to me being hungry.

“Hey smile for me for a sec Clark” and ofc the sweet boy that he was he did.

I took a pic showing it to him then made it his icon on my phone and texted him a pic I took this morning of the clouds saying it’s y/n.

“Okay you have my number now, I’ll text you later bout some ideas I have for our year books”

“Wait you didn’t put an icon in my phone” he said pointing to the blank one on his phone.

“Didn’t think you would want one” I say with a small shrug.

“Well I do, smile y/n please” I put my stuff down and smile making a heart with my hands.

He begins smiling ever so slightly as he makes it the new icon. Now I think the photo must look crazy cause what was he smiling for

“I demand tew see the awful photo you just took” I say moving to be right next to him.

He tries to hide it from me but I just grab his hand and take the phone with my other, we’re both laughing now.

When I finally see the photo it just looks like a normal photo of me smiling and I wonder if he was just doing that to trick me.

Giving the phone back I noticed he had a red case.

I begin to think about the little details that he has all about him.

It was barely visible but I could see the glint of a small chain around his neck, it was silver but that's all I could tell about it.

That was the only other jewelry he had other than a Rolex that was also covered by the flannel he was wearing, the Rolex was silver too. It looked at least 20 years old.

A family heirloom I thought. He wore weathered jeans with well loved sports Nikes. His style, although simple, appeared very thought about.

Checking my phone I see we only have 5 minutes left of class, I kinda got sad because now I won’t be able to talk with Clark anymore.

But then again art ending means I can go eat lunch and talk to my friends about all these new developments

I looked over at Clark, he was right about not being on his phone, as the class waited for the bell to ring he was doodling in his sketchbook what looked like a man holding a camera.

Being the D1 yapper that I was, I think of a random question to ask him.

“What type of music do you listen to, Clark ?”

He looks up at me closing the sketchbook and thinks for a moment.

“A lot of people are kind of surprised to hear this but I do enjoy a lot of rnb actually”

“I can def see why” you laff a bit at the idea of him on Stan Twitter arguing about album sales and whose a better performer

“Who’s onna your fav artist?”

“Steve lacy is a favorite of mine I really like his song mercury”

“He’s a good artist, his song infrumai was good and ofc dark red”

“Dark red’s a classic. I also listen to a lot of rock, like Jimi Hendrix, radio head, and Rick James”

“Where do you listen to music on, I wanna follow you”

“Spotify mostly” Clark fidgets with his phone then hands me the device with his Spotify pulled up.

It was becoming very clear he wasn’t a phone guy at all, he even looked a bit confused when I said I would follow him on Spotify. I followed him on my phone then accepted his request on his phone.

He didn’t have any other followers than me, I noted.

Just when I was bout to say something else the bell rang so I handed his phone back.

Looking around for Rose I couldn’t find her, she must’ve darted off to hear her lunch. She always had something to warm up.

“What’s your next class? Maybe I can walk you?”

“Photography near the cafe, what’s yours?”

“This is my lunch period, so I can definitely walk you”

We began walking out of the class and I said my goodbye to Miss Ruth.

“Good thing where I eat lunch is on the way, so I can ask you more random ass questions. did your schedule change much for the switch to ap?” Walking and talking to him like we were good friends was nice.

I looked at him as we walked,

I wondered if he knew how polarizing he was. Could he feel it like I could ?

The conversation continued on his schedule change, until we reached the table where I sat.

Ofc the only person there at the moment was Rose trying to conceal a sly smile.

She immediately looks between me and Clark walking up to the table raising an eyebrow at how close we were.

Our eyes alone were having a very excited conversation about the presence of Clark Kent while he was none the wiser.

Where we had lunch was in a nook of the school with some tables and a decent window that looked out onto thin woods that basically surrounded the school.

The two tables that were in the corner had long since been riddled with stickers and ppls graffiti, the table had treated me well since my freshman year when our little group began sitting there.

There wasn’t much in the little area other than the two tables and its accompanying chairs.

The school had a lot of areas like that, little nooks for ppl to sit and get work done. But the main cafe wasn’t far from where we sat, maybe a classrooms distance separated my little area from the rest of the cafeteria and I could definitely still hear everything going on in the lunchroom.

The doors that connect the two areas always open and ppl constantly drifting in and out. By no means was it a still space.

Setting my backpack down, I introduce the two.

“Rose this is Clark, I'm sure you heard Miss Ruth introducing him to the class” Rose just silently smiled at me, going her best to act like she didn’t already know basically everything about him.

I could literally see all the questions she had formed ready to burst out.

“Clark, this is Rose onna my best friends. She sat behind use in art”

“Hi rose, nice to meet you” Clark gave her a little smile and wave. Rose returned it.

“Well this has been fun, Rose I’ll be right back I’m gonna walk Clark to class it’s only down the hall.”

“Kk I’m gonna go grab my pizza from the microwave” I was right about her needing to warm something up, and we all parted ways.

As we walked a few people said hi to Clark, dapping him up in passing and they exchanged friendly remarks. It was endearing to see him interacting with other people.

As we walked to his next period I kept asking questions about the class.

“What are y’all working on right now?”I said fidgeting about with my hands trying to make the normal amount of eye count without staring too much or looking away for too long.

“Right now we’re taking pictures of interesting things around the school and putting it in a newspaper model. It’s pretty fun, the teacher wants us to make our model first though. So he’s giving us all of today to get that done.”

“That’s perfect for you too cause your whole journaling thing, I def would like to see your assignment when you're done it sounds fun.”

“I can show it to you maybe this weekend? We gotta work on our assignment too…” he said slowing down

“This is my class right here.” He gestured to the sign about the classroom that said Journalism and photography class.

The door was open so I could see a glimpse inside. It looked like a standard computer room, there was a big cabinet at the back end of the classroom. I imagined that’s where they must keep all the cameras.

“Wait, I forgot we had to work during the weekends, lawd, would you prefer my house or yours ?”

“Mine is fine, the barn has a nice area to work and you can see the farm”

“Great, we can text more bout the details later” We were now both standing next to the door as students passed by

“ ight been fun but my stomach is beginning to kick” I say playfully, I was just about to walk off when Clark began speaking again.

“Thank you y/n” I was looking into his eyes now.

“For?” All I did was walk him to class, what could he be thanking me for.

“I know we didn’t know each other that well but even so you made sure to help me. You even walked me to my class. I just want you to know I appreciate it a lot. "It took everything in me to keep eye contact with him as he said nice things about me but I knew this was onna those moment where I had to.

In the back of my head I wondered if he was just being nice or someone had made him feel like he was a burden.

Being from the south I was very familiar with southern charm but the way Clark acted was so much more emotional, southerners were nice sure but it really felt like he truly cared .

Not that I didn’t like it but it took me by surprise a bit.

“You make me sound so nice, Clark. And besides I couldn’t just let you struggle by yourself.” A quick moment passes where it’s just him and I looking at each other.

Feeling awkward I quickly fill in the break in conversation.

“Ight, I’ve held you up enough. Get to class young man” I say lightly

Laffing a bit he says his goodbyes and headed into class.

I watched just for a moment until he fully entered the classroom before I made my way back to my lunch spot.

Lawdddd these girlies were gonna love hearing about this. I could already feel the fan girl giggling we all would let out about these little details.

Walking over to the table I began replaying everything in my head.

I was secure in who I was, but Clark seems on a whole other level. I also knew Pete so I heard bout Clark’s massive crush on Lana all the time. And she was everything.

Kind, smart, opinionated, beautiful, and hilarious. I even lowkey had a crush on Lana to hell. She was onna the first friends I made when I moved to Smallville. Whitney may have been her boyfriend but just by the way they looked at each other I could tell deep down Lana liked Clark too.

It’s crazy how a moment of overthinking and something that you were excited for turns sour.

I try to justify my bad thoughts, ofc Clark wouldn’t like me. I mean do I even like Clark ? He’s not even all that.

No

Clark didn’t do anything.

Lana didn’t do anything.

I didn’t do anything.

Being mean to myself and attacking them only made me feel awful.

A quick fix from being an asswhole to ppl who didn’t do anything wasn’t gonna get me far or make me feel better.

All these thoughts just cause I had a small,

Small

Small crush on someone lord save me.

No,

I can stop this, Clark is nice, and being his friend would make me happier than anything else.

Just friends, no crush.

That’s enough.

The walk back only took about 3 minutes I thought. Taking a deep inhale in and out,

Calm,

I am calm and I will not let a crush drive me crazy not again.

Turning the corner I could see Rose was seated talking with our friend Devan.

Walking up I didn’t even get a word in before Devan started asking questions, I respected her speed.

“Did he smell nice? How do you feel? Class together?!!! You walked him to class ???? Rose told me you got his freaking number ??? Like helloooo.!! Y/n cmon don’t hold out” devan said practically buzzing.

It was like talking to the girls no matter how unserious we were being always made me feel better.

“He smelt amazing, think woody with notes of vanilla, I feel pretty normal actually, he switched from his old class into mine. So we’ll be having class together for the rest of the year. He walked me to the lunch table, then I walked him to class. He was just being friendly guys trust” sitting down I let out a little sign at the last part, of course for no reason in particular.

“Friendly” Rose said looking at Devan

“Friendly” Devan said looking at Rose.

“Friendly” they now both said looking at me.

I was beginning to hate that word.

“We’re gonna work on the yearbook project together. Also have y’all finished applying to the colleges you want. I’m almost done, just gotta write my essay. I wanna have it all done as soon as possible, with all respect due I’m not tryna stay in Smallville any longer then I have too”

“Pause rewind, I wanted us to be partners for that. I know you said you’d still work with me but I don’t want you to be doing all the y/n (nick name). Immediately no longer team Clark, he needa back up a bit stealing my wife” Rose said while picking all the pepperonis off her pizza for Devan.

“We can still work together trust, it’s just I don’t wanna leave him out in the cold. He just got in there and doesn’t really know anyone in class. Besides, it's not like the project needs to be done in a day, I can multitask beloved.” To keep the narcissism at a low level, I try not to think about it all the time, but to say I was more than okay at art was putting it nicely.

Art was my shit, my sauce, my thing.

So it wasn’t like doing both projects would be the end of the world for me, and I was not bout to leave my friend hanging just cause Clark was there now.

Opening my lunch box I almost shed a tear at what was packed. My Ma had recently given me the recipe to her famous rice and beans, and I had finally braved up to trying it out myself. It was ofc not as good as hers, Gordon Ramsey couldn’t make better rice and beans than my ma. Nonetheless it was close, and compared to the mid oatmeal’s I had been packing for lunch this was Michelin Star in my eyes.

I went silent for a moment there just absolutely fucking it up. I was so entranced by my food that I started doing a little jig. Small things like this made thinking about your not-crush seem so stupid.

Like who cares about Clark Kent there’s Rice and Beans in this world ‼️

The girls and I continued on about the upcoming school project as I reserved myself to my food, giving small comments here and there. I was a quick eater so it wasn’t long before I rejoined the conversation as a full member.

“Hey did yall read the new article from the torch? Apparently there’s been a string of students falling into comas after they started seeing these weird creatures. Chloe’s writing is riveting per usual. This time though she mentioned it in connection with that particle explosion in Central City. She thinks there’s a connection between our so called “special space rocks'' and all those weird things happening in the city.” Devon was mid-bite of what looked to be a pretty good looking sandwich when she began talking bout our local school newspaper, The Torch.

“Oh I was reading bout that, well I was reading bout the streak and they mention the particle accelerator explosion, the writer thought there might be a connection between the two.” Rose said, checking her phone.

“We have 10 more minutes of lunch, I’m dreading math. I heard Miss Anhook was giving out quizzes today”

“Ohhhh don’t say that, I alr hate thinking about the class when I’m actually in there. I don't wanna ruin my lunch with such thoughts” I said rubbing the sides of my temples, math was truly made by some evil spirit.

Eating more of my rice and beans the conversation digressed back to The Torch.

“What do you think has all these students in a coma ?” I asked separating the rest of my food into 4 perfect bites.

“I heard that all the first few got sick after going to the last football game, and ppl think it spread from there” Devan remarked

“Y/n didn’t you go to the last game ? Did you see anything weird ?” Rose said curiously.

She was right but I couldn't recall anything being abnormal about that night. I was just about to tell her I didn’t see anything when I remembered leaving the game, usually I would park pretty close to the football field but Jade and I got there later cause we couldn’t find our Digital cameras and we really wanted to get cute pictures that night since we finally got to see each other in person after so long because she was now in Metropolis. By the time we got there the parking lot was beyond full so we opted for parking a little walk out.

When the game ended and we were walking back to the car Jade had pointed out a small group of ppl doing something strange, but it was so dark and neither of us could make out anything for real so we just continued on back to the car.

Jade swore she saw a green light coming from the group when we talked about the game over at the local burger place everyone went to after games.

But we both abandoned the conversation after more and more of our friends packed in and everyone began talking to each other about plans for after the food.

I recap the night to the girls “ definitely weird but I don’t know if I would say it’s connected to the sleeping students”

The conversation continues but with no real evidence or sources we naturally move onto something else and before long the lunch’s bells rang it was time for the next period.

The rest of the day goes by pretty uneventful until last period when a student was found near the football field passed out like the others. Keeping us in a hold so no one was in the halls while the student was driven to the hospital

This would be the 6th student affected and all of them somehow connected to the football team.

Maybe I could ask Clark about it… it would give me an excuse to text him…

Taking out my phone and going to messages and finding his contact. Ig in all the commotion of the day I didn’t notice that he had actually texted.

It was a photo of the assignment he was doing in photography. Under the photo Clark left a little message.

“The newspaper template I made, not as cool as I woulda hope but I figured you would like to see it 🙂”

Even his emojis were cute.

This was so frustrating.

Liking both messages I thought about what I should say.

After a few moments of coming up with nothing I take a screenshot of the message and send it to Jade.

“What should I say ?”

[storiesofsvu]

Bruh… I had to pause 911 right as a bridge collapsed with the entire 118 on it, tonight’s eps better be good LOL.

Also don’t blame me if I have minimal notes tonight I’m watching while detangling my mess of a hair (don’t be like me and throw your still damp, naturally wavy hair into a bun and then keep it in buns all week for two weeks back to back, it isn’t fun.) (updated: it was not as bad nor did it take as long as i expected lol)

Damn. That was a quick opening…

“sprinkles on top” was a very dinozzo delivered line… classy

This husband has definitely been on svu before

My firestick remote is fucking fucked… i either need to replace it or it got wet or something. It stopped working yesterday, I swapped the batteries and it was fine until just now when it crapped out again. I fucked around and moved the batteries back and forth and it started working again but like wtf…

Man… people are fucking stupid. If you’re going to be caught on camera breaking a law… maybe don’t wear something that is labelled with a company/sports team/brand/etc that can be traced back to you… (then again, people are literally recording themselves committing crimes and posting them on tik tok so… I dunno what I expected LOL)

Why not get the KID out rather than try and take the bag outside?

Ah yes, the classic “12 years of classic school” line drop earlier in the episode for the same cop to “identify” with the perp and talk him down during confrontation.

I’m REALLY happy with the addition of Nick and mccoy being gone. Because when it was mccoy and Nolan vs Samantha she was NEVER listened to or heard, they’d just like, scoff and ignore her/say she’s being too passionate or shit. But with nick he weighs both of their sides, explains it to the other in a way they can understand (aka talking to Nolan isn’t like talking to a wall lol) and generally backs sam and I really like that about this dynamic.

When is sam gonna be able to work a case on her own? Someone hire hugh dancy for another small gig so he needs time off lol

Woof, asking the husband to do this is a BIG thing.

This is a super intriguing and controversial case. Like, when a baby is born/killed/pregnant woman is beaten and the baby is found dead (or any of those kind of cases on svu) it’s always considered murder of the baby if they took a breath outside of the womb, meaning they’re breathing on their own. Currently the vis is NOT breathing on her own cause of machines, so the same notion should apply… (which is lowkey what they’re going for with this case)

LOL not my brain going right to Barba on the “nurse who yanks the plug on a ventilated baby and the judge says no charge”

“Dr Calhoun” the way I literally just SCREAMED. How tf did you have RITA CALHOUN on your show literally 2 weeks ago and name another character with the same last name this week. Come ON.

Im lowkey surprised Nolan didn’t lose his shit all “WHAT did you do?!” even though it was in their favour.

Oh I spoke too soon. “as long as you can sleep at night” COME ON

Ah yes, here’s the rest of the emotional backstory of the character to explain their motivations/opposing views. (as I was LITERALLY saying, “we know nothing about these characters personal lives”)

But like, ACTUALLY. We know that the one detective is married with kids, I don’t think Shaw is, we don’t know much/if anything about him. Nolan as far as I remember is single, now we know about his dad. Sam’s sister was killed and the perp never sentenced/found. We know little to nothing about Nick as of now….

Okay SVU time!

The way that scene jump was cut I literally thought that was hannah’s brother with her phone or something, or worse that THEY were texting. That was a bad editing choice.

Ewww gross this dad is terrible

“I thought we told each other everything” bruh. I’m sorry but in EVERY parent/child relationship there is ALWAYS going to be a time when you stop telling each other everything. Esp if/when it comes to sex and personal relationships…

JEEEESSSEEEE

Waiting for the time when Jesse looks to sonny and is all “so you’re not my real dad, but do you know who?”

I understand carisi wanting to go off to confront this creep, but to also leave jesse alone on a street corner in NEW YORK when she’s completely distracted with her brand new cell phone and not paying attention to her surroundings. Like… soshine, amanda will literally rip you apart with her bare hands if something happens to the girls on your watch…

Amanda’s new job keeping her travelling a lot is the perfectly lazy excuse to have her mentioned but not back on the show full time lol. Though it very much leaves it open to guest star roles so… I’m down.

As if Jesse is already NINE like that is wild (it’s wild because I didn’t watch the entire series when it aired and marathoning it lol)

WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE OTHER TWO. I swear to GOD if they’re not in this week I will fight someone

Oop. Personal fact from curry tonight too. Okay, she’s got son(s), but I don’t think she’s married?

Why are there no lights on in this house?

Woof. Dad RIGHT on there with the lawyer, that’s SUSPICIOUS. (honestly, no its not you should never talk to the cops without one lol, but in this case… suspicious…)

“there’s no Romeo and Juliet clause in new York” I’m sorry.. WHAT? How many old episodes include that clause on why it’s NOT a case?! Wtf??

“yeah…okay…” *warning glance* is classic olivia for “please shut the fuck up”

Christ… talking about the first time you’ve ever had sex not just in front of your mom but two other adult women… like I know they’re helping her, she knows they’re trying to help her but it’s still SO awkward

Yeah I think liv was right.. carisi’s a little too rough in this interview. His parents already immediately lawyered up, you need to sweeten this boy up gently and not accusatory to get him talking

“don’t allow pornography in our house” ma’am, there are ALWAYS gonna be ways around that…

My heart just MELTED (and my uterus exploded) at the way Joe said “I want them” about kids. Don’t even care if that was a tactic… (cause I do believe he wants them but I also believe it terrifies him)

IS THIS GUY SERIOUSLY TRYING TO BRIBE A FUCKING COP??? JEEEESSSSUUUSSS

Jfc joe is so fucking hot

“said he saw it online” uhm…carisi are you DEAF?! The older kids on the (rugby?) team told/showed him that girls liked it.

JEEEESUS. BAD COP JOE AND BAD COP KATE IN ONE INTERROGATION?!!! My bisexual ass CANNOT

THE DAD fucking showed him the fucking porn?!?! JESUS. Uggghhh

Why did NO one react to the “he tried to bribe me” comment. Isn’t that a fucking federal offence??

“I didn’t hear that” classic ada line. Bless you carisi.

“yeah that sucks” LOL

They cast these cousins super well cause I legit thought they were the same kid for a second

FUCK joe’s so hot

“he’s got daughter’s, any half decent father would feel the same” not carisi getting the stabler treatment in 2024

I understand the boys being held responsible, but what about the cab driver that hit her?? like a good defence lawyer of the boys could deflect it to him…

I have yelled too many times tonight… but joe in that tight white tee? PLEASE

Im sorry, no matter how much of a lawyer sonny is, he is NOT a whiskey or scotch drinker. Especially not straight up. Like, it’d be mixed with something.  (the proof is canon. We saw liv take a sip but not him)

Anyways, okay so tonight’s eps were good!!

Anyone know when OC’s supposed to start? Cause I miss those babies…

as usual, feel free to hit up the dm's/ask box to discuss tonights eps (or any other ones! <3)

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Hey people I love 🫀

Edit: never mind. I moved it to private but my point still stands here. He shouldn't be hated for it.

Regarding my previous update post- everyone has their own views but Dom has always celebrated family like that. He doesn't see anything wrong with it, not everyone does. The mother obviously allowed it and was probably proud to have that taken. There is absolutely no reason to attack/vilify a man with so much kindness in his heart because he doesn't think the same way about posting kids as others do.

I would say that's obvious from his Lowlife videos, his numerous pics with fan's babies or young fans, his pics with family, what have you. Everyone sees things differently, I censored it because I know some people don't respect that and I didn't want to offend those groups but I don't think he sees it as others do.

If it's about his attire then... Let's just say I don't think he had a second thought about it because he doesn't think that way. I'm genuinely scared of the next few days or so... He's bigger than he used to be when he would post pics with cousin's and friend's babies. I worry people will take it wrong. I'm not looking forward to the moment he posts a video crying because the wrong gossip rags picked it up and fucked up what was to him, a beautiful moment.

He was happy meeting his new family and someone took a picture of that. Because he TRULY thinks of us as family he wanted to share what he thought was a sweet and beautiful moment. Maybe I'm wrong and it won't be skewed, I hope it's not. He doesn't deserve another layer of hate. People can have opinions but spreading hate? You know how I feel about that. I desperately hope it doesn't come to that moment where he deletes that and posts a story crying about how 'he didn't think, but he should have known'. I don't want to see him filled with self loathing. When you love someone you never want to see them brought down. I don't want to see him get pushed further and further away from all of us until he's as scared as Kells to post anything. To share. This is probably silly of me to be so worried, we all love him- but I know how things can turn so quickly. Plus you know me, I get anxious for him- for them both- every day almost. He's just got more reach than before and that reach can be a double edged sword. We're all supportive but I still remember the rumors that were spread around the MTV awards because Doja fans or whatever wanted her to win. I think I've just been worrying about him since that live... I hope he's alright.

He literally just teased a song about how much hate effects him and I'm scared this one heartwarming moment will get him hurt all over again. Everyone can have their own opinions but he also has his own. I might just ignore TMZ and everything else for a few days, and the hateful sides of Tik Tok and Instagram. I'm just thankful I'm here mostly, where people are more likely to spread love, not hate 🖤 I'm just glad to see him happy for a moment and getting a little love from his family. He's admitted lately how depressed he is and I'm always scared for him. I'm just happy as the BHC and many members of EST, we've got his back 🫶

[vvh0adie]

imma be honest, this why i stay off twitter/tik tok/insta

i’ve never seen a those army who aren’t black -especially african american- have a good take on our music

they’ll analyze the fuck out some bts lyrics but drop the ball everywhere else and even then they can’t apply what they’ve picked up onto any western artists rap song. rhythm, lyricism, and flow stay kicking’ they ass. you ask them about amygdala and they get that, but bring up kody blu 31 and it’s silent

and don’t ever bring up a YB song or even Project Pat because they turn they ears off cuz they can’t get past the violence as if that’s not the reality. “the lyrics aren’t deep” 👀 you can’t say you know rap and not look at one of the subgenres that pioneered it. gangsta rap is intrinsically tied to blackness and the material struggles we face as a people

we can joke about yoongi being a gangsta but the real ones scare you? love a meme, edit, fic but hate the actual people who can’t escape that shit fr. the cosplay is tiring. if anything these army treat bts like minstrels. you can’t want the blues without the struggle. and bts seems to get that despite a majority of their fans not

it’s always so strange to watch in real time, and it must be even crazier to see your fanbase shitting on rapper’s rappers. i’d be like “did i not teach the children right? was Hip Hop Phile not enough? was Change ft Wale not enough? was Stop not enough? was What If not enough?” *bewildered*

but we not gon get too deep about how them first three albums are not as popular because they sound too reminiscent of a very crucial era in black music before its commercialization and how HYYH rebranded them as a pop because people love to use blackness as a launch board before they discard it, only difference is it stayed in them boys and they’ve been sprinkling it in. Bang PD saw a opportunity business wise and he took it and i can’t be mad cuz then they wouldn’t be as big😭

he had to tone them down a little for their own good. sending them to an american rap boot camp made them feral then they had to fight off soundcloud rappers? wannabes who didn’t understand what they KNEW and WHO taught them? this k-pop shit was just a platform for them to be a big ass megaphone, but PD gave them a microphone and some army said “dance monkey” as if that ain’t the opposite of what was supposed to happen. they was a rap group that gracefully transitioned into a pop group😭

they made due and got fame but what do you do with a group of people who like you but fervently hate what made you? do they even like you then? or do they like what they’ve cultivated on their own from a screen and 8ft barricades from a stage? parasocial relationships would rattle my self identity, so i commend them😮‍💨

the language of disestablishment in their music is very much still there but i think it didn’t really stick with some army because its not in your face and they could really give two fucks. it was hidden behind soft melodies or upbeat raps and that’s what army wanna see🫠

“y’all not hearing me, you just wanna dance” music😭 cuz NO was their FUCK THE POLICE and then something shifted

i recognize that it has always been prevalent in raplines solo work. and i always wonder if they felt it was too much for the group work. because they’re an international band and i think if they were western based (and black) a lot of their songs wouldn’t be popular globally. theres a kind of infantilization that occurs in k-pop that i think is built in. and you have to be palpable and please a large group of different beliefs. but with a huge platform they’re gon make sure they give back to the culture. anytime they’ve collaborate with a black artist there’s been backlash because army scared we gon corrupt bts as if that shit ain’t already done😭 (i’m still mad about Change pt 2 not having wale cuz y’all couldn’t not be racist🫠 missed the point of Change)

i don’t think they’ll ever leave k-pop but if they became krap artists, they would probably foster a multicultural space better than one particular man. and we’d get some korean heritage appreciation that isn’t gun trills, durags, and locs 🧍🏾‍♀️

like if we really got to see how they felt, i think a lot of it wouldn’t be socially acceptable. and i would even go as far to say that because most army associate rapline in their soloist role as just an extension of bts, they don’t really see that some of the shit they be spitting is actually comparative or more violent than your tradition trap/gangsta rapper

some of the shit yoongi says scares me, especially on a existential level and i think if he got with a rapper who’s actually gangbanged, we’d get something that would make us see him differently because i just know he has more to gripe with society than the music industry and capitalism. like their was only so much they could say back then and i imagine the military is really going to shape a couple tracks

if you get nothing from this, what i’m really saying is that bts are disciples of wutang clan, nwa, bone thugs n’ harmony, dead prez, and three 6 mafia behind closed doors😭

a pivotal moment in my life was when the tannies were doing an interview and they asked them what they been listening to and joonie was like pop smoke and i think yoongi said lil tjay and polo g bc like they get it they really do

[mykneeshurt]

Breath work

Am I a ghost simp? Damn right baby, since I played that menace back in 2009. All the edits on tik tok have gotten me feral and frothing at the mouth. He could break my neck and I’d thank him, so have a quick one from me (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

I have other ideas I’m working on, but I work full time so please bare with ✨

Feedback always welcome, I DO NOT own the mask line we all know and love, it was too good not to put in here. I DO NOT own any of the characters mentioned. I do not own the gif, credited on the tag line.

Warnings - breath play, vaginal sex, rough, unprotected sex, quick sex, no minors! Get outta here.

I tried to keep him the silent type, and everything he says I said to myself in his accent first lmfao to see if it sounded good 😂

The first time you met Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was when you were introduced to Task Force 141, as a new Special Forces Sargent. The rest of the team welcomed you with open arms, keen to get to know you. John ‘Soap’ McTavish and you soon become good friends. But Ghost? Nothing. He barely even acknowledged you. You were all currently at base in Herefordshire, training whilst waiting for your next mission instructions.

Your down time was spent at the firing rage letting off some steam. It was early November so there was a chill in the air. As you led on your stomach lining up your target you took in a deep breath to steady your aim. Squeezing the trigger the shot fired and the butt of the gun kicked back into your firm shoulder. Bullseye. Smiling to your self you sat up on your knees taking in the clean morning air. ‘Not bad’ a gruff voice rang out behind you making you jump. Spinning around you saw Ghost stood before you, his intimidating frame casting a shadow with the morning sun.

‘Not bad?’ You asked completely offended, who does he think he is? He barely speaks two words to you and now he’s critiquing your marksmanship? You got to your feet in a huff and barged past him, placing your rifle on the table. He stood arms crossed against his wide chest, his biceps bulging underneath his khaki jumper. You stood drinking him in, all of him. He stood at roughly 6’2, towering above you and you 5’5 medium build. Thick strong thighs sat under his tight cargo trousers begging to be touched.

He let out a small sigh ‘yeah not bad, could do with brushing up on your breath work though.’ Was he actually doing this? You were a special forces Sargent who specialised in weapons? Sure he was good, you’d seen his record but was he as good as you? Surely not?

Scowling at him you crossed your own arms closing off your body, ‘fine, you can show me. Seeing as I’m clearly not up to your standard.’ Grabbing your rifle you walked back over to him slamming it into his chest. Fuck, you thought to yourself, his chest was rock hard. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you let go of the gun, catching his gaze.

If you’d have known any better you’d say you saw a slight movement in his eyes indicative of a smirk. Ghost led prone on the floor, his right knee bent parallel to his hips. His ass looked phenomenal in that position, it was only when you heard 3 rounds go off did you avert your gaze back to the target. Damn, fucker was fast. Seeing him do that in the flesh was … something else. He peered over his shoulder at you, the white skull detail was stark contrast the black paint he kept on around his eyes. ‘Try again, I’ll help you’ he gestured.

Rolling your eyes you led next to him on the floor, you’d never been this close before. Your left arm brushed against his as you took hold of your rifle, your hip in line with his as you brought you knee up to position. You took aim as Ghost took hold of your shoulders slightly altering your position. His grip was firm, his large hands encasing your shoulders with ease. He trailed his hands to your ribs ‘breathe in’ he commanded. Taking a breath in to steady yourself was torture, you felt like you were going to explode. ‘Hold it here’ he said as he gripped your chest, your heart was pounding at his touch. As you held your breath at his desired depth you squeezed the trigger, one, two, three times. Hitting the bullseye again but this time it felt cleaner.

‘Better.’ He said finally letting go of your ribs. You let out a shaky breath, ‘thanks, sir.’ You mumbled, feeling him slightly tense next to you. If there was one thing you had noticed about Ghost, it was his eyes. Dusky blue peering out of his black skull balaclava which he never took off. They always seemed so empty, glazed over and yet always full of emotion. He never outwardly showed much emotion during missions, he and Soap were close and he trusted his team. Soap always told you about his great sense of humour, but he was yet to share that with you. You were nearly always paired with Gaz or Captain Price in the field.

Ghost got to his feet before helping you up, his firm grip on your hand and the ease he pulled you up with further made your heart pound in your chest. He’s your lieutenant, your superior, you shouldn’t be having these feelings … these thoughts. Your mind wandered to what his hands would feel like around your thro … ‘alright love?’ Ghost asked interrupting your train of thought. Flustered you let go of his hand and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. ‘Oh, yeah, sorry, not with it today.’ Your hair was normally slicked back into a tight bun, as per regulations. But no one bothered you out here this early, so you’d wear your hair in a loose plait instead.

‘That was a good shot, hold your breath just like I showed you. You’ll be making cleaner shots in no time.’ You smiled up at him through your thick lashes. ‘How did you know I was down here?’ He visibly tensed, staring with his arms crossed across his chest, staring right at you. ‘I always know where you are.’ He replied bluntly.

He took a step forward closing the space between you, his gaze never faltered from yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and you instinctively took a step backwards. ‘W … what?’ You stammered, surprised but not afraid.

He reached forward and grabbed your belt pulling you into him, you slammed into his firm chest. He snaked his hand to the back of your neck, his gaze becoming suddenly more intense. You placed your hands on his abdomen, your nails firmly gripping his jumper. You could feel his breath beneath his mask brushing over your flushed skin. Short shallow breaths escaped your lips, as you searched his eyes for any clue of what he was thinking.

Nothing.

‘Simon?’ You stuttered beneath your breath ‘what are you doing?’ His hand cradled the base of your skull and neck, his thumb and forefinger adding slight pressure. His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and back again, pupils dilated. Yet he still seemed un phased by what he was doing. You licked your dry plump lips, all moisture seeming to have escaped your mouth. His eyes flicked down again, if you hadn’t have been concentrating you would have missed it. His gloved hand still gripping onto your belt as he pulled you closer still. He brought his head to your ear ‘I 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 want to know where you are’ he growled.

You clenched your thighs together, his deep voice ricocheting through your body. The tension between you two was building, something had to give. It was a matter of time of who would break first. His clean but musky smell invaded your nostrils further heightening how aroused you were. You looked up at him with doe like eyes, lips slightly parted.

‘Take it off’ you asked looking at his mask.

‘Negative.’

‘Why? Are you ugly?’ You smirked.

‘Quite the opposite’ he replied, sounding amused. Slowly you creeped your hand up his chiselled body, searching his eyes for any objection. As you got to the base of his mask you slipped a finger under the fabric, the pressure of the back of your neck increased. His eyes never straying from yours, fuck this guy is intense.

You slowly brought your other hand to the bottom of his mask and began to roll it up. His defined stubbled chin and full lips came into view. Slowly you traced your thumb around his lips, before slowly dragging your thumb on his bottom lip. Managing to get a glimpse of his white straight teeth. His grip on your belt tightened, so much so you could hear the crunch of the leather. His breath smelt like mint as it caressed your face. You traced your thumb again, this time placing your other hand on the side of his neck. His pulse felt steady, almost relaxed, because of course it did. His skin was warm and soft to the touch, as you grazed your nails along the back of his neck. You broke eye contact first, glancing at his lips, silently begging him to make to make the first move.

Without warning he dropped his hand from your neck to your ass and lifted you with ease. Coaxing you to wrap your legs around his waist, which you did without hesitation. He took a few steps before your back met with the brick wall of the shelter with a dull thud. The thud caused an involuntary moan to slip past your lips whilst you tried to catch your breath. As your lips parted Ghost met them with his own, his kiss tasted of pure desperation. Desperation to taste you, to feel you, to claim you. His other hand still cradled the back of your head, where he placed it to stop it from hitting the brick.

He led the kiss, opening your mouth with his, his tongue meeting yours as he tightened his grip in your hair. Breathless he pulled away ‘fuckin’ hell’ he muttered. Another moan escaped you as you caught your breath, tightening your legs around his waist. Begging for some friction to release the tension. ‘Dirty fuckin’ bitch’ he growled before reclaiming your mouth. He lightly tapped your thigh for you to get down, he lowered you to the floor not breaking the kiss.

As he kissed you, you heard a belt buckle rattle before he pulled your plait, forcing you to look at him. ‘I wanna see how good your breath work really is.’ He slowly wrapped his belt around your neck before pulling it tight, ‘that’s it’ he whispered in your ear in a low tone. He pulled the belt tighter until you had just enough room to inhale. You gripped his forearm, feeling his muscles tighten and he gripped the belt. Each fibre rippling under your fingertips. ‘Don’t touch the belt sweetheart, or I’ll stop.’

Nodding, he turned you around and pushed your torso into the red brick. He pulled your elbows behind your back holding them in his firm grip. His free hand slid under your top, his gloved hand grazed your skin. You just about managed to squeeze your vocal cords together ‘the glove … off’, you panted. Ghost placed the tip of his gloved finger on your lips, as you bit the tip of the glove he slid his hand out. Placing his hand once again on your stomach, this time the sensation of skin on skin burned through you.

He undid your belt and popped open your trousers, slowly working his hand inside. His fingertips brushed over your black lace panties, eliciting a gasp from your lips. He yanked your trousers down just below the crease of your ass. A sharp blow hit the right cheek before he pulled your panties down also. He pulled your hips back into him forcing you to stand at an angle, your cheek pressed into the wall. You could feel his gaze burning into you, ‘fuck … me’ you groaned through gritted teeth and a constricted throat. He caressed your thigh ‘patience love.’

An eager but exasperated moan left you as you looked over your shoulder at him. Silently pleading. He’d pulled his mask back down over his lips, once again becoming Ghost, looking back at you through hooded black eyes. Without warning he cupped your pussy, your eyes rolled back from the much needed touch. He let out a grunt of approval before sinking a finger into you. You arched your back into him, this wasn’t want you wanted, what you needed. What you needed was for him to fuck you.

Sensing this, he lined up his cock and thrust into you. Forcing you to take him in one go, it was the most pleasurable burn. Breathy moans filled the morning air between you. He steadied your hips with his hand as he quickly established a firm pace. Letting go of your elbows you placed them on the wall in-front of you for extra support. The shape of your body in this position drove him crazy. The defined muscles of your back peeking out from the bottom of your top, tensing with every thrust. He grabbed your wrist, guiding it down to your clit, instantly understanding you began rubbing firm circles.

He unexpectedly let out a small whimper from underneath his mask, he was close. ‘Good girl’ he praised, ‘just like that … fuck.’ You were close too, the pressure began building, your muscles becoming tighter. Hoarse moans left your throat, the belt feeling tighter and tighter. You came just before he did, clenching around his generous sized cock. He slid his hand under your top grasping at the untouched skin of your chest. ‘Please don’t stop’ you gasped, desperate for air. The pleading tone in your voice sent him over the edge. He came in your still pulsating pussy, filling you with his cum. You looked over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed, meeting his eyes with a filthy smile on your lips as he filled you up.

His rhythm slowed until he eventually stopped, making sure every last drop was inside you. As he pulled out he watched as yours and his cum dripped out of your pussy slowly. Not being one for waste he trailed his finger up your thigh to push it back in, the feel of his finger sliding back in was bliss. He undid his belt from around your neck as you pulled up your trousers, a satisfied grin plastered on your face.

Your face still flushed you looked up at him ‘not bad Riley, but maybe I can help you with your technique.’

[bestpartofbe-lie-ve]

I love the Avatar era on tik tok, the edits r amazing and I literally enjoy all the fuss, but, yk what I'm rlly not enjoying? the amount of people, no, the amount of ADULTS throwing hate and death wishes to Spider.

SPOILERS OF ATWoW BELOW ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Putting stupid and messed up captions like "it should've been Spider" or "I wish Lo'ak kills him" and even "Lo'ak is entering his Anakin era, Spider is so done", as if all the hate would, in some way, bring Neteyam back in the next movie.

And my whole problem with all this is the lack of empathy people have over Spider's backstory and EVERYTHING he went through. He was an outsider, an outcast, not only with the Sullys but with the humans back on the lab as well. He had no real family, and even tho he tried to fit in with Jake and his family, they never really cared about him. Not the enough. Quaritch literally took him, abducted him, and even though Kiri was worried, crying for him, all that Jake said was "he's gonna be alright" and then, ofc, he forgot entirely about him. He was more worried about him spilling out the beans about their operations and base rather than his safety. (and, btw, he was tortured and still never gave a single piece of information). Not to mention how Neytiri ignored Kiri telling her that Spider had fallen off the tree.

And the whole "he belongs with his own kind" thing Neytiri had going on was so out of pocket, specially, since his own very husband, Toruk Makto himself, was a human first. And Spider was a little kid atm, a kid playing and trying to fit.

Now, imagine how surprised Spider was when suddenly, out of no fucking where, the man whom he had been told all his childhood was evil, treated him decently. Stopping the scientists of keeping hurting him and melting his brain, respecting his decision to go by Spider even tho human Quaritch wouldn't have given a fuck about his preferences, listening to what he had to say (like the na'vi lessons); even listening to his pleadings on not to hurt, or kill, the clans. And, ofc, the cherry on top: Quaritch saving him from Neytiri, losing his chance over Jake (his WHOLE motivation and goal) even though Spider only cared for Kiri's well being all the time.

And yes, Quaritch may have been manipulating him, I don't doubt that, but Spider is a noble kid. He's noble, kind, caring and would never leave anyone to die not mattering if they're good or bad. Something that makes him entirely different from his dad. He didn't wanted to save him, we literally see him struggling with taking a decision, but deep down he can't just leave him to die. Not when, after all, he's someway his dad, and the one that saved him from Neytiri moments ago. It's a debt, and if you struggle with at least just an inch of daddy issues y'all may be familiar with that sensation of "maybe he's changing, he's not a lost cause. He cares about me".

He's not a fucking traitor. With, or without Quaritch, they would've kept hunting the Sullys. The military lady said it herself, that with Jake being "the leader" they were on disadvantage, bc Jake knew how to strike them. He was already a target, Quaritch had been just the scapegoat to catch him faster.

It was dumb to save him? Yes, definitely. But it's understandable, and wishing that Lo'ak, his literally childhood best friend, kills him after finding out, or Neytiri, it's just messed up.

[lovelyyy-luna]

spring break

pairing: (jonathan levy x fem!reader)

fandom: scenes from a marriage

pronouns: she/her 

type: smut

warning: jonathan being kinda a weirdo (watching reader on camera), masturbation, toys, squirting

word count: 1810

a/n: have I actually seen this? No. but ive seen edits on tik tok.

date: 

masterlist

You loved your side job. It consisted of babysitting the sweetest little girl, Ava.

And another bonus was seeing her very attractive father, Jonathan Levy.

You were in your last year of college, and you had just finished one of your classes just before spring break. You picked up Ava from her daycare and took her to Jonathan's house to pack what she needed for her mom's.

It's only been a couple of months since Jonathan and his now ex-wife Mira divorced. Since their separation, you were still a part of their lives, so you agreed to commute between them not to mess up Ava's routine drastically.

You were packing up Ava in your car when Jonathan came out.

“Here you go, honey,” he said, handing Ava one of her stuffed animals that you knew if she realized she didn't have it, she would meltdown in the car.

“Wow, I can't believe I missed that.”

“It happens. Y/N, there is something I've been meaning to ask you.”

You turn around and face him. He was standing so close to you. The smell of his morning coffee stained his scent, and you could hear the stutter in his breath.

You hum for him to continue with his thoughts.

“Oh, um, could you maybe house sit for me for a couple of days? I'm going to a conference just a couple of towns over. It'll be for tonight till Monday morning.”

“Yeah, of course. That's perfect. I have a paper due after break, so it'll be nice to get some peace and quiet.”

“Perfect, just come back after dropping Ava off.”

“Will do, boss,” you say, giving him a cheesy salute.

He chuckled and went back into his house. You watched as he walked away; he was so handsome and sweet you didn't understand why Mira would divorce him.

It wasn't like you hated Mira; she was a pretty good mom. You just hated what she did to him. You remember when they had their big fight, and he got drunk and called you. Yes, it was inappropriate, but he and you were good friends and just wanted to comfort him. To this day, he doesn't remember.

Once you clipped Ava in, you started the car and dropped her off at Mira's.

You unpacked your car and started to fill up Mira's car.

“Where are you guys heading again?” you ask, playing Tetris with the luggage.

“Just to visit my parents for the break.”

“That's right. Well, I hope you have a safe flight.”

Mira smiles, thanking you, and you give your hugs to Ava.

You go in your car, and Mira picks Ava up, waving goodbye to you.

You stopped by your dorm to grab your papers.

“So Y/N, you coming over to Kyles for the kickoff?” your roommate Sonia asked.

“Nah, Mr. Levy asked if I could house sit for him.”

She groaned in annoyance, “Ugh, Mr. Levy, this, Mr. Levy, that. Are you going to fuck him?”

“Excuse me?”

“God, Y/N, you've talked about this man for three years. And your wish finally came true. He got divorced; he's obviously single, so go after him.”

“I can't do that, Sonia, he's still in his mourning period, and I doubt he even likes me that way.”

“Remember when I picked you up from his house? You dropped your textbook on the ground, and when you bent down to pick it up, he was staring at your ass. Then we both made eye contact, and he looked at me like he had just been caught. Believe me. He likes you in that way.”

You said your goodbyes to her and then went back to his house.

Once up the driveway, you opened the door and saw him running around trying to find something.

“Hey, Mr. Levy, I'm back.”

“Hey Y/N, and for the last time, call me Jonathan.”

You mouth sorry and smile, “What are you looking for?”

“My watch. I swear I just had it. And now I'm going to be late because of it,”

He went on, and you went into the half bath, and it was sitting near the sink. You walked back out and handed it to him.

He smiles with relief, “Honestly, what would I do without you.”

He walks away, fitting the watch back on his wrist.

“Okay, give you some pizza money on the counter, and I believe you know the rest,” he grabbed his bag heading to the door, “and if anything happens, just remember I'm a couple of towns over, so call me any time.”

You nod, and he says goodbye getting into his car.

You lock up behind him and get started on your paper.

The paper didn't take long to finish, so you submitted it, and that was that.

You go to the living room and sit on the couch, scrolling on your phone. Then you get a facetime call from Sonia.

“Hey, everything okay?” you ask.

“All good, just got back to the dorm.”

“Alone? What didn't score at the party?”

“Not really; those girls can be clingy like I just wanna hook up.”

You laugh, “Well, I'm sorry for that.”

“How's the house? Getting creepy yet?”

“Not really,” a small purple light was seen from the corner of your eye, “just finished the paper,” it kept blinking.

“Girl, what's up with you? You hear something?”

“No, I keep seeing a blinking purple light.”

“Aliens?”

“No,” your eyes focus underneath the entertainment center, “It's a security camera.”

“Is it a white box with blue around the edges?”

“Um yeah.”

“Oh, my mama has one of those. When it's blinking purple, the main person who sets it up is watching the feed.”

“What? Someone is watching me?” you say in a low, calm tone.

“Yeah, maybe it's Mr. Levy; you should give him a show.”

“Goodnight, Sonia.”

She tried to protest, but you hung up anyway. 

You tried to shake her words out of your head; you decided to put a movie on and make popcorn.

You laid down on the couch, letting the film absorb you.

He sat at the bar top with his colleagues at the hotel, glancing at his phone for what seemed like every second. He was just watching you lay there, watching as you grabbed some popcorn, let your tongue stick to one, and dragged it into your mouth.

Did you know he was watching? Was this just an act?

“Hey Levy, you okay?” one of the men at the bar asked.

“Yeah, just checking to see if my team made it to the playoffs,”

The men at the table agreed with what he said. He then looked back at his phone and saw that you had your overnight bag out and started to take your clothes off. He quickly excused himself and went to his hotel room.

You were changing right there in front of him. Then he thought about it for a second. Why was he doing this? You were like a member of the family. His daughter adorned you.

Then he thought about you, how you smile, how you smelled when you brush past him trying to catch Ava, how you look when you have just your undergarments on.

He went on autopilot and started palming himself against his room door, watching you change into your pajamas.

Okay, you admit it. You kind of hoped he was watching you. Like, how hot is that? 

The light was still blinking purple, and you knew only he had access to it because he was trying to get rid of most of the things he and Mira shared.

Then you remembered something you packed. A toy. A simple, fun toy. You usually used it when you couldn't fall asleep or were stressed, but now you get to use it for pleasure.

You get up from the couch again and unzip the small bag and grab it from the base. It was a good size. It was small, but it filled your hole just right. It also had a little nub attached to it for your clit, and you loved that part.

You lay back on the couch, turn the toy on, and put the vibration up to your nipples.

Jonathan couldn't keep his eyes off you. There you were in his house about to play with yourself.

Mira used to joke with him about how she suspected you might have a crush on him, fuck he can't think about his ex-wife while hes touching himself to you.

He doesn't even remember when he got his dick out and was now on his bed. He was painfully hard, just the thought of your soft wet lips kissing his shaft and then having you swallow him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, allowed. Seeing you on the screen now, take your shorts off, and you rub the tip of your toy up and down your already soaked panties.

Thank god for HD cameras, he thought.

He watched as you threw your panties on the floor and spread your legs wide open just for him his own private viewing.

You tease yourself. You put the vibration right on your clit, and your head fell back in pleasure, and you felt yourself getting wetter and quickly inserted the toy, having it stretch you out.

You imagined Jonathan here with you, thrusting into you, making your tits bounce as he made you feel every inch of him.

You play with your nipple twisting them, moaning as the pain pleases you. 

The rhythm of your hand started to pound harder into you. You were panting and moaning. You unknowingly slipped something out, “Fuck! Mr. Levy!”

He heard you loud and clear, which made him go even faster, cum was leaking from his tip, but hearing and seeing you, he knew he had to keep going.

Your moans were like music to his ears with the slip of his name mixed with some cuss words he was edging himself. He wanted to come when you did.

“Fuck, Y/N, that's it, baby, just like that.”

He heard your breathing become rapid, and he knew you were close.

“Come on, baby cum for me, fuck.”

You pressed your toy in you at an angle, and the vibrations on you caused you to squirt all over your hand.

“Holy shit, that was….”

“That was fucking amazing,” he said on his end.

He watched as you wiped your hand off and put on your pajama shirt. You stood up to go into the kitchen, but then you stopped. He was confused by this, and then he noticed you were picking up the security camera.

“Enjoy the show Mr. Levy?” you said with a devilish smile.

He got his shit together and left the hotel. You were about to have the best spring break ever.

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