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I can't deal with Dom

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Raw || January 22 - 2024

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samijey are gonna make me throw up i love them so much

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Hate - Draco Malfoy (smut)

Oh boy, this is filthy, like really fucking filthy. I don’t know what came over me, but I hope you’ll love this just as much as I do. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: pwp, pure hate fuck

Warnings: 18+, smut unprotected piv, oral (m), degrading, hate fuck

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (about 1.2k words)

“You fucking bitch, you just had to ruin it for me, didn’t you?” Draco had her pressed against the wall, eyes trying to burn holes through her skin. His rings left marks on her throat, keeping her in place, with no way to escape. She was heavily panting, snarling at the man.

“You deserved it, you’re nothing more than an insecure piece of-” the rest of her sentence was left unspoken as Draco crashed his lips against hers, kissing her with an all too familiar hunger spurring him on. Both were heavily breathing, clinging to one another, letting their anger, their hatred for one another guide them.

“I’d be careful if I were you, (y/n), I have no problem with making you pay right here in the hallway. But it’d be a shame if somebody would see you with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, kneeling for me, wouldn’t it? We don’t want to ruin your reputation.” His voice had a dangerous undertone to it, dripping with something that left her thighs clenching and her walls fluttering around nothing. Draco held a special kind of magic over her, nothing they had learned about in the past years, more darker and sinister than ever allowed. Both hated one another deep down to the core, spitting and growling words towards one another whenever they could, and yet neither of them could stay away from the other.

“You’re all talk and no bite, Malfoy, nothing more than daddy’s little boy.” A deep growl left Draco, pulling (y/n) away from the wall to push her into the nearest empty classroom, locking it before anybody could follow them. Their lips fought for victory, tongues tangled as (y/n) was pushed against the nearest desk, hissing in pain. His ring clad fingers pulled her skirt up to her waist, forcing her to hiss as the cold air teased her soaked panties.

“I will fuck your bratty attitude right out of you, just like a slut like you deserves to be treated.” A whimper left (y/n) as his hand met her behind, set on leaving his marks on her. “But first, I’ll fuck that mouth of yours, make you forget all your empty threats.”

(Y/n) dropped to her knees without protesting, parting her lips like she had done numerous times before. She watched him free his hardening cock, pushing his precum bearded tip past her lips, letting her taste him. His taste stuck to her tongue, forcing moans out of the both of them as she traced his veins with her skilled tongue, burning words, confessions into his skin.

“Fuck, it’d be so much easier if you’d always listen to me, giving your body to me like my own toy, mine to use how I like.” Heavy pants left Draco as he stared down on her, watching her bob her head, begging him to hold onto her. His fingers tugged on her hair, guiding her for a few more seconds before he pulled her away. “Against the desk, I want to feel that tight, perfect cunt of yours.”

She was pulled to her feet, bent over the desk without another warning, leaving her gasping as the edge of the desk collided with her hips, sure to leave marks. It was an inferno that guided them, a fire so vicious that all those surrounding them would burn to death, but not them, never the two of them, deeply connected, no matter if they liked it or not.

“Please, Draco, fuck me, need you inside of me.” His hand came in contact with her behind again, forcing her to shut up, quiet for the growling man who couldn’t hold back, spitting into his palm to lube himself up, saliva mixed with hers. He didn’t hold back as he pushed into her, didn’t give her any warning, hand placed on the back of her head to press her face against the desk. Curses left the both of them, heavily breathing as he fucked her against the desk, leaving her arousal dripping down her thighs.

The sound of his cock disappearing inside her tightness filled the room, paired with their moans and groans, a mixture so intimate no one would guess that the both were fuelled by their hatred. They were trembling in anger, filled with something that could leave one burning with the first, careful touch.

“It’s a shame you’re such a bitch, otherwise I’d do nothing else but fuck you every single day.” His words left her walls clenching, unable to bite down the pictures now filling her mind, wondering how it must feel to stick to his side day in, night out. (Y/n) had her eyes squeezed shut, letting go of heavy breaths as she clung to the edge of the table, trying to claw her fingernails into the wood.

“Let me cum, please.” Draco didn’t reply, all he did was hum as he dug his fingertips into her hips, holding onto her. His pace grew faster, rougher, set on making her cum on his cock before he’d give in. (Y/n)‘s moans grew higher, letting go with his name rolling off her tongue like a spell she knew by heart.

Her orgasm rocked through her with an almost unfamiliar intensity, leaving her trembling and aching, unable to support herself much longer. Draco pulled out of her, forcing her back down on her aching knees so he could fuck her mouth, set on filling her cheeks with his cum. Tears dripped down her cheeks, clinging to her skin like a veil.

“You’ll be a good girl for me and swallow, won’t you?” (Y/n) tried to nod her head, humming around his cock as a simple reply to the question that left her trembling. She loved hearing his moans - even though she’d never tell him that - loved to watch him fall apart, all because of her. Draco fucked her mouth, forcing his cock deep down her throat, leaving her gagging for him.

“God, fuck.” His eyes rolled back into his head, head thrown back as he came down her throat, pumping her cheeks full with his release. She swallowed every drop just like he had asked her to, clean tongue exposed to his piercing eyes as he pulled away, tugging his cock back into his trousers.

“Look at you, you’re so pathetic. Kneeling for the guy you claim to hate, but we both know you don’t hate me, you love me, you love the idea of being owned by me. Just as much as I love owning you.”

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Peepaw casually eating dinner at your place after nearly dying and losing his hand

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I literally love your work you’re so talented I can reread it for days and never get bored. Can you write some fluff where maybe reader and Travis have been super busy and they grow a little distant and fight about it and then Travis realizes he messed up when one of his kids asks if he’s moving out or something and he makes it up to reader

All Of Me

"Laylah is finally asleep." Travis whispered as he slipped through the open crack of your bedroom door, quietly closing it behind him. He threw himself down on his side of the bed, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh of pure exhaustion.

"Thanks." You gave him a small smile, continuing your nighttime routine from your side of the bed. You felt Travis' fingers graze down the path of your spine, making you tense up. You rolled your shoulders back, still feeling a tinge of annoyance from earlier tonight. You had gotten into it with Travis over some careless scheduling conflicts on his part, and while you agreed to drop it so you weren't fighting in front of the kids, you'd be lying if you said you weren't still upset.

Travis retracted his arm at your rejection. "I thought we were okay." He hated fighting with you, and would do anything to avoid it. It made him sick to think you were upset, especially at his hand. You shut your nightstand drawer harder than you intended before turning off the light. "If by okay, you mean we're not fighting with each other. Then yes, we're okay, but I'm still pissed with you, Travis." You shifted to lay down in bed, turning your back to him.

"Baby, I said I was sorry. I wasn't thinking when I said yes to the appearance. I would have never agreed to it if I knew it was the same day as Savannah's party." Travis blinked into the darkness, resisting the urge to reach out to you again. He knew it would only set you off.

"Don't you get tired of apologizing? I know you didn't do it on purpose, but it feels like sometimes we're an afterthought to you." You bundled the comforter in your fist, feeling yourself grow angry all over again. The fight was rearing its ugly head again whether you wanted it to or not.

"That's not fair." Travis shot out, his voice louder than he anticipated, emotion building in his chest. "I'm always thinking about you and the kids. But I'm not gonna pretend like the work I do isn't important. Sometimes it has to come first. I have fans, people who count on me." He groaned, realizing that was not what he wanted to say, but it was too late to take it back. The damage was done.

"If you wanna go, Travis, go. No one is stopping you, but you can explain to your daughter while you won't be at her birthday party. I'm done covering for you." All of the consoling you had to do, tears streaming down your kids faces when Travis couldn't make it to a little league game or a school performance was wearing on you too. You listened briefly to make sure that none of the kids had woken due to your arguing. Realizing the house was still calm, you allowed yourself to let out a deep breath. "I'm done talking about this."

****

The next morning, Travis dropped the kids off at school before heading to practice for the day. The girls were in the back, singing their favorite Disney songs, and usually Alex would vocalize his objections, begging Travis to change to another song, but today, he was noticeably quiet, leaning his head against the window. Travis noticed, but didn't want to push the issue. Maybe Alex was just more tired than usual this morning.

"Daddy?" Savannah called out to Travis. "Yes, baby?" He glanced at her through the rear view mirror. "For my party on Saturday, can I have a strawberry cake?" She eagerly clasped her hands together. "Wait, is it your birthday on Saturday? I had no idea!" Travis chuckled, messing with her. "Daddy! I'm turning 5!" She held up five fingers. "Well then, we need to get you a strawberry cake to celebrate." Both Savannah and Laylah cheered. Travis looked at Alex, who was still tight lipped, his gaze focused on the scenery out the window.

"Alex, what's going on, bud?" Travis had dropped the girls off at preschool, leaving him alone with his eldest in the car while he headed to the elementary school.

"Nothing", Alex grumbled out, pulling at his sweatshirt. "Did something happen at school? You know you can tell me." Alex shook his head no, not offering Travis anything else to go on. "Are you excited for your game tomorrow? Mama says you've been hitting well. Can't wait to see you play."

"Are you coming to my games still?" Alex's face perked up, but riddled with anxiety instead of happiness. "Of course, Bubba. Why wouldn't I?" Alex shifted in his seat uncomfortably, flexing his fingers. It was something he did when he was nervous, a trait he had gotten from Travis. "What's going on, Bub?"

"I heard you and mama fighting last night, and she said that you could go if you wanted to. Are you moving out? I don't want you to leave dad." Alex had a very basic understanding of divorce, one of his friends' parents were going through a nasty separation, and Travis could only imagine what was going through his head after hearing the two of you fighting. He found a spot to pull over on the side of the road.

"Alex, bud", Travis shifted in his seat to look back at his son. Alex's cheeks were stained with tears, his sweatshirt sleeve damp. "Your mama and I argued about something silly that Dad did, okay? But I would never leave you or your sisters or your mama. I love you all too much. You have nothing to worry about, and I'm sorry if we scared you." Travis had been so busy trying to defend himself, that he didn't even realize all of this could have been avoided if he had just put his family first. He knew he owed you an apology, and needed to make this up to you. "I just need to figure out a way to get your mom to forgive me."

"Dad, maybe you can get her some flowers. She always likes when we get her flowers for Mama's Day." Alex suggested, making Travis chuckle. "I don't think flowers will be enough this time, Bubba."

****

After practice, Travis found you in your office. You were confirming some last minute details for Savannah's party, stress weighing your shoulders down. You were finding it difficult to focus on anything but your fight with your husband, guilt for trying to push him out making your stomach turn.

"Hey", you turned to see Travis leaning in the doorway, his hair still wet from his shower. You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding in. Even when you were fighting with Travis, he was still your calm and peace. It didn't feel right not touching and holding him. You were so quick to your feet, throwing your arms around Travis' neck, it startled him, making him stumble back. He held you impossibly close, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I hate fighting with you", Travis mumbled against your skin.

You pulled away, cupping his face in your hands. "I'm sorry, I never should have pushed you. I know you wouldn't miss anything on purpose. Its just, sometimes its really hard doing this without you."

"C'mere." Travis led you back to your chair, pulling another over to you so you were sitting close. He grabbed at your hands, gently massaging at your fingers. "I'm so sorry, baby. I never should have made you second guess how important you were to me. You and the kids, they come before anything else. Every time."

You gave him a soft smile. "I never should have said that, T. I don't think that at all. I can't imagine the pressure on you to be present here and in football. It can't be easy. I need- no I want to be more understanding of how much you have to do."

"About that. I canceled all of my appearances. I told my team that if its not absolutely necessary, I don't want to commit to anything. At least until you feel supported again, however long that is." Travis pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I don't want you to do that Travis. That's not fair to you or your career." You appreciated the gesture, but it seemed so extreme, especially after a silly fight.

"You deserve all of me, baby. Not half, or only sometimes. I never want to make you feel like you have to compromise on my attention." Travis felt no remorse at taking a step back from his commitments. It felt like the right thing to do. You opened your mouth to object, but Travis distracted you with a kiss, gentle as your lips met.

"Did you get the strawberry cake for Nannah?" Travis questioned, barely broken away from the kiss. "Strawberry? What strawberry cake?" Travis backed away, his eyes wide. You enjoyed his panic for a second before giggling. "Just kidding. Everything is taken care of." You lifted off of his lap, pulling him to his feet.

"Good." He gave you a few more pecks, a smile in his tone." You almost gave me a heart attack. I can't let my little girl down on her birthday."

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I haven't written in a while. A few one shots coming this weekend!!

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HOCUSPOCUSBLR’S 30TH ANNIVERSARY GIF EVENT + Day 1: favorite movie

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Poured Up

🖤 Summary: When the liquor hits his system, you know Jey is gonna wanna get in your guts turn up with you all night. 🖤 Pairing: Reader (black fem) x Jey Uso 🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, language, NSFW, Jey Uso sm*t 🖤 Word count: ~1,800

Shout out to @jstarr86 for suggesting this idea! 🫶🏾

Happy reading! Read more of my stuff here, if you'd like. ✨

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"Ay, turn this shit up right hurr! Yeet!"

You saw your man standing by the speakers and fiddling with the dials until "Stir Fry" by Migos boomed louder, the bass pounding in your chest. He started bouncing to the beat, the red Solo cup in his left fist spilling to the floor a few drops of the Rémy Martin he was tipsy on.

You were admittedly tipsy, too, and feeling good so you couldn’t help but chuckle. As your boyfriend, you'd seen Jey turn up and get a little twisted, but he could usually handle his drink. But you knew he was drunk when he got like this: Creeping up behind you like you were his prey he was stalking before grinding on you with his cup in the air, his other hand on your waist as he compelled you to sway with him to the beat. 

As over-hyperactive as his cute ass could get on the brown liquor, you couldn't help but find him adorable as it ramped up his natural charm. He was already funny but now he was hilarious, cracking up everyone at the little after-party you both hosted in your shared hotel room. And he was already sensual but now he was a damn freak a leek, giving you wet kisses all over your neck with his fingers slipping down to your bare thigh in your mini dress because he didn't care who was watching.

"Babe! Watch your hands," you fussed playfully, snatching his hand before he slid it under your dress. You looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and out of everyone at the gathering—consisting of his Jimmy, Solo, their wives, and a few wrestlers—it had to be Cody’s stoic ass, his new tag partner, who looked right into your eyes from the couch with his wife, Brandi, and with his judgy glare before his shoulders bobbed with a laugh as he shook his head.

“What, bae? We might as well go to the room now…I’m ready to be all up in this pussy,” Jey mumbled in your ear, his soft lips pressed to it as his fingers grazed your inner thigh again. His gruff, sexy voice and even sexier words made you tremble against him yet you giggled because, lawd, this man was drunk. He already acted the fool at the Fastlane press conference just an hour earlier where you watched from behind the curtain before he pushed through them to find you. He grabbed you by the waist to kiss you all over your face and told you then, “Can’t wait ’til I get yo’ fine ass alone. I’mma beat it up tonight, baby.”

And you knew when he got like this, he meant exactly what he said: He was going to have you climbing the walls and walking funny tomorrow. That Rémy in his system always made him pound you with dick that wouldn’t quit until you did. He already liked to stroke his ego and see how much of him you could take—and his ego was extra inflated since tonight he became a two-time Undisputed Tag Team Champion.

Which meant you couldn’t resist the way he was gripping your hip to hold you close as y’all danced together; the way he pressed his thick bulge on you when you pushed your ass against him; or the way he damn near moaned to you, “I need you to back that ass up on my dick like this in the room. Right fuckin’ now.”

You rolled your eyes but your lips pulled into a naughty grin as you switched around and planted a kiss on his lips before you took him by his wrist to drag him along behind you. The party had spread out from the living room to the kitchen and balcony patio where your guests were just as faded as you both, and not paying y’all any mind as you slipped into the dark bedroom. As you reached the king mattress, Jey was on you before you could turn around, setting his drink on the dresser so his big hands could tug you to him and run over your body as he sucked on your neck. 

His tongue lapping at your spot as he squeezed one of your breasts, easily finding your nipple through the fabric to softly pinch, while his fingers finally made it beneath your dress to brush along your clit behind your thong compelled a soft whimper to fall from your lips. "I want you in me, baby," you breathed.

“Bend over, then, bae,” Jey demanded, yet helped you out by slipping a hand up your back and pushing you down until you planted your hands on the edge of the bed. He yanked up your dress to your waist and you whimpered again as you felt his long fingers tease their way inside your now damp thong. “Yeah, this pussy ready for Daddy, ain’t it?” he added in a low grunt as he played in your wet mess that got wetter as he glided them between your juicy folds that he held open with his other hand on your ass, watching how he made it twitch when he gently traced over your clit.

“Yesss, baby.” Your breath hitched when Jey’s knee knocked your thighs apart wider before you heard him unzipping his jeans. You couldn’t see much of him with the only light in the room being a slither of moonlight from the curtained window, but you could damn sure feel him rubbing the warm, wide tip of his hard dick up and down your pussy as he held your thong to the side with his thumb.

And when he pushed in the first few inches, you felt yourself clench around his girth as a sob escaped you. He didn’t bother to shush you, either because PartyNextDoor’s “Things & Such” was blaring from the party beyond the door or he was too drunk to care. 

You believed it to be the latter when he spanked your ass, knowing that shit would make you yelp, as he thrust himself inside you deeper and hit you with them lethal backshots. They began slowly so he could feel your wet, tight pussy pulling at him with each languid stroke…but then they revved up as his hips snapped into you so you could feel his long dick tapping at your soul.

“Mmn mmn, bae, stay right here,” Jey groaned through his teeth with his hands grasping you by the waist and hair to keep you in place when you tried to crawl onto the bed. He wouldn’t let you outrun that dick that made your knees weak and made your noisy moans outrun your breath as your fingernails dug into the sheets you had your face smothered in. He knew no matter how much you cried, you loved when he got deep with it, throwing his dick in you like he wanted you to hold it in your stomach when he kept still and watched you squirm for him.

“Fuck, fuck, Daddy! Just like that,” you squealed as those thrusts he paused on kneaded down on your tender g-spot. More of your cries ran into the bed with your mouth pressed to it, leaving a slight drool stain from how Jey was fucking you senseless. It was impressive how he could hit with such precision even while he was drunk…and you knew he loved that he had you in open-mouthed awe. 

“Yeah, baby? Just like this, huh?” Jey moaned with you, in love with the feel of you throbbing on his dick, in love with the sound of you as you couldn’t stop moaning for him. He was about to make you cum and you couldn’t control yourself from shaking as his thrusts grew harder, couldn’t control your hips from rolling to catch those pummeling thrusts, even as they stretched you wide open. It hurt so good and felt too good as he pounded your pussy until it was creamy and dripping down his balls as you made him bury himself in you each time you backed it up on him. “That’s right, bae. Throw that ass back on me, witcho sexy ass,” he growled and slapped your ass again, making it jiggle more than it already did from bouncing on his dick.

“I’m c-cumming…unnhhh, oh, sh-shiiit,” you stuttered and moaned as Jey hit your spot a few more times, each thrust shooting warm thrills throughout your body until they exploded in you like fireworks. You could have sworn you saw stars even when you squeezed your eyes shut and screamed his name, and at this point, you couldn’t give a fuck who heard you as all you cared about was how good your nut felt as he filled you up.

That’s when you felt his hand reach around between your thighs so he could nudge his soft fingertips on your clit. His gentle, swirling touch in contrast with his brutal thrusts made your screams splinter into pathetic whines. “Ioe lo'u alofa. Cum on Daddy’s dick…fai mo au,” Jey’s hushed tone encouraged you in his native tongue, something he only ever did when he was drunk like this. 

“Tuu mai…ia te au,” you mumbled in a quivering breath and encouraged him back as your pussy still contracted around his dick. You heard him moan to you as he started to wind his hips into you sloppier, faster. You’d learned a few phrases from him and you knew that shit turned him on when you spoke Samoan to him—especially when you felt his thrusts jerk inside of you when you whispered to him again, “Mmmn, Daddy…tuu mai ia te au...”

“Shit, baby, I’m ’bout to cum,” Jey said before he let out a deep groan that lingered in the air before he panted with each rope of cum he pumped into you. You felt lightheaded as you splayed out on the bed while he stayed deep and drained himself in you, and he stayed put in your gushy grip even as you felt his warm nut seeping from your little hole, leaking down to your clit that his fingers toyed with. 

He hunched over you, his heavy ass nearly crushing you as he sank a hand onto the bed next to your head, removing his other hand from your pussy to hold up to your lips. He couldn’t see much of you but he could feel your delicate tongue slowly weaving around his fingers all sticky from his and your cum juices as you licked them clean, making him moan again to you as he kissed on your shoulder.

“I ain't don—” Jey started to say before the door flew open, light pouring into the bedroom and exposing you both half-naked on the bed. You tore apart to yank down your dress while Jey yanked up his pants…yet as you turned around you spotted Cody and Brandi stumbling into the room, trying to tear off each others’ clothes before they noticed you and him standing there.

“Oh, wow,” you mouthed as your thudding heart from the jumpscare started to slow down. 

“Damn, y’all don’t knock?” Jey snarled at the same time. 

A look of shame rolled over Brandi’s face yet Cody slowly blinked his eyes and held up a hand. “Pardon us,” he said with a burp, “We may have had more than a couple libations.”

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Thanks for reading! 🖤

I was supposed to post The Pique part 2 today, buuuuut Jey's cute, drunk ass made me write this instead. Lol.

But tomorrow it's up! And then Vampire Swerve this Friday. From there I'll post a fic from my Halloween masterlist each Friday! 😈

EDIT: Yeah, gimme a while on The Pique Part 2. Lmao. I wanna write about Halloween shit!!!

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Steamy

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 2,815

“Ask if their ice cream machine is broken,” she whispered while patting his arm that rested on the steering wheel. 

“Tell me is your ice cream machine working uce?” he called out to the monitor. 

“It’s up and working” 

“Yeeeeeet. Let me get uh…what you want?” he turned to look at her covering her mouth to stop her laughter.

“What you laughin’ at?” he whispered as he furrowed his brows, a slight smile creeping on his lips. 

“Yeeeeeet,” she giggled.

“Shut yo- man what ‘chu want?,” he nudged her exposed thigh. 

“Strawberry milkshake please” 

“A large strawberry milkshake and uh…an oreo mcflurry.” 

“Large?!” she pronounced. 

“Large.” he mockingly mouthed back at her. 

“That’ll be $28.25 first window.” 

“Damn we eating good!” he laughed rubbing his hands together letting the car move forward. 

“Wait, where’s my purse?” she asked looking at the ground to find nothing at her feet. 

“You don’t need it sit yo ass back down,” he reassured her pulling his wallet out his back pocket. 

“No, you always pay let me pay for something.”

She grabbed her phone to turn on the  flashlight towards the backseat to look around and found it on the floor under her seat. Her ass was practically in the air from her struggling to reach for it and Jey took the opportunity to push her in the backseat. 

“What the fuck?!” she yelped as she fell in the backseat hearing him laugh as he pulled up to the first window. He stretched his arm across the passenger head so she wouldn’t find a way back to the front. 

“You’re so annoying,” she muttered as the cashier repeated the order. 

“Yessir here you go man,” he handed him his card as he moved his arm to flick his fingers in the back towards her playfully. She pushed them away before he turned around with the most offended look. They handed him their 2 bags of food as well as the milkshake and mcflurry they ordered. 

“Thank you uce have a good one.” 

“Can I come back to the front now?” she asked placing her hands on his arm. 

“No, we gonna eat back there let me park up somewhere,” he muffled as he stuffed 2 fries in his mouth. 

“Let me get a fry.” 

“Ask nicely,” he peered over his shoulder.

“Please?” she softly asked. She saw him smirk pulling out a fry from the bag and fed her. 

“Whatchu’ say?” 

“Thank you so much Jey. Thank you for satisfying my fry needs,” she mocked with a high tone. He kissed his teeth and made another left looking for a parking spot. He found an empty spot in the further end of the lot as he parked the car. He slightly turned down the music and switched the led lights to blue that filled the car’s interior. 

“Ooh this is pretty,” she vocalized grabbing a fry from the bag looking down at her brightened feet. 

“Yeah you are,” he replied taking off his seatbelt before stepping out the car to join her in the back. She felt her cheeks flush from the comment but these comments were always casually thrown around between the two of them. 

“Oooooeeeee where my nuggets at?” he asked digging through one of the bags to pull out his 20 piece nuggets & large fry. She pulled out her double cheeseburger & large fry as well and they spent the next 10 minutes talking, laughing, and munching. 

“Can I have a nugget?” she asked with a giggle knowing he’d give her a ‘really?’ type look. He dramatically rolled his eyes before grabbing one for her. 

“Barbecue or buffalo?” he asked moving the nugget back and forth between the two sauces like her time was ticking. 

“Surprise me,” she closed her eyes. 

“Okay okay.” he chuckled. 

“What’s taking-“ she abruptly stopped as she felt the saucy nugget hit her lips. He laughed and held up his hand in defense as she stared at him in disbelief. 

“That’s your fault I was about to feed you,” he brought it back to her lips as she took a bite. She licked off the remaining drips on her lips before grabbing the last fry. 

“You still got sauce on you,” he chuckled eating the last spoonful of his mcflurry. 

“Oh my god where?” she grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth watching him shake his head. 

“Come here,” he motioned with his finger as she leaned in. 

He slowly wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb as she watched him. He met her gaze and slowed down the movement of his thumb. She felt heat between her thighs and decided to take it a step further. She grabbed his hand to suck the sauce off the tip of his thumb with a teasing smile as he licked his lips observing her action. 

“You play too much…” he trailed off clearing his throat before taking a sip of his water bottle. 

“Maybe you don’t play enough.” 

He looked back at her trying to hide his grin and she laughed in response. 

“Imma throw these out,” he lightly chuckled avoiding her gaze. He grabbed the bags and opened his door to throw them in the trash nearby. She grabbed the mini hand sanitizer in her purse watching his fine tattooed self walk away. He looked so damn good tonight. He had his black snapback on, one hoop earring in, and a black tee with black shorts that revealed his sleeved arms and tatted legs. And that chain…

“My god…” she softly moaned in frustration before stopping herself as he got back in. He dramatically sighed from the trip and plopped down putting her legs on top of his thighs as she leaned against the opposite window. He pulled out his bright red lighter and smirked at her sparking up the flame. 

“Hell yeah,” she laughed. 

“Yeet,” he replied pulling out the blunt from the cup holder. 

He put it between his lips and sparked up, letting a few puffs out. He passed it to her and they spent the next 5 minutes talking and joking around as they both gradually got very high.

She felt his gaze on her as she took another hit. She peered back at him with her droopy eyes. 

“What?” she asked with a faint smile as she blew the smoke out. 

“You’re beautiful man,” he confessed running his hand over his beard. She felt her cheeks heat up but brushed it off knowing it was just another one of their flirty banter. She passed the blunt and he flicked his finger towards him. 

“Come here,” he muffled with the blunt between his lips. She scooted in closer before he shook his head. 

“Nah this ain’t gonna work, just hop on.” He patted his lap and she felt nerves rush through her body because she didn’t know what he was doing. She was too high to think or care so she obliged. 

She brought her leg over his waist and sat down on his comfy lap. He rested one hand on her thigh as he took a hit with the other. He gently pinched her cheeks to part open her mouth as he blew the smoke in. Oh…

She responded by sucking it in causing him to smirk, his eyes barely open from how high he was. She blew out the remaining smoke as he brought the blunt to her lips. She reciprocated his action and cupped his face to blow in his mouth. She felt his hands grip her waist to pull her in closer, his eyes not leaving her lips. 

“I-I think we should throw it out now…” she stuttered with a nervous laugh. Her mind was floating not just from the weed but the demanding and horny feelings aching throughout her body. 

“Mm. You right,” he deeply replied. He grabbed the small roach from her fingers and pulled down the window to throw it out. He pressed the button again to shut it as he cupped her chin and brought her lips to his. It was nice and slow at first. They took their time exploring each others mouths with their tongues, the sound of their greedy sighs and moans growing louder. 

“You’re so fucking fine…” he whispered grabbing her ass with both hands. 

A hushed moan escaped her lips as he brought his mouth to her neck, swirling his wet tongue in circles before taking his time to suck on her sweet spot. 

“Fuck…” she moaned feeling her pussy eagerly throbbing. 

He gently grabbed her throat bringing his mouth back on hers. Their tongues weaving together so naturally were full of flavor. The tastes of their desserts and weed mixing together, both craving for more. The only sounds filling dark car were Ne-yo playing in the background and their heavy breathing as they continued their steamy and sloppy make out. 

“You taste like strawberry…” he groaned sneaking his tongue back in her mouth as she sucked on it. 

“Mmm you like it?” she moaned back grinding on his bulge. 

“Makes me wanna taste somethin’ else,” he growled as he ran his fingers beneath her shorts. 

“What you waiting for then?” she teased, taking off her tank top. 

He smirked and bit his lip, humming at her breasts spilling out of her laced black bra before flipping her on her back causing her to giggle. He hovered over her, licking in between her chest as he unclipped her bra. 

“God damn...” he moaned cupping them with both hands. He slowly flicked his tongue over her nipple before enclosing his lips around it to suck while he fiddled with the other between his fingers. 

“Jey…” she softly moaned, her fingers entangled with the ends of his hair. 

“What’s up baby…” he purred back leaving sloppy kisses down her stomach making her back arch. He pulled her shorts off her and ran his two middle fingers over her damp panties. 

“You’re so wet for me huh?” he mumbled over the fabric before slipping them off. He dragged her legs over his shoulders before burying his face between her thighs ready to feast. He spread open her slick folds with a small flick of his tongue before hungrily sucking on her. 

“Oh fuuuuuck,” she cried out as he rapidly lapped his tongue up and down her entrance. His tongue felt like it was moving 90 miles an hour, she didn’t know if it was from how high she was or how fucking good his warm thick tongue felt on her pussy, but she felt like she was reeling for a release very quickly. 

“I’m-I’m gonna cum…” she warned him as she gripped the leather edge of the window above her head. Her fingers slipped off the slightly misty window. 

“Yeah?” he asked between the speedy and vigorous flicks of his tongue. He massaged her clit with his thumb before dipping his tongue into her hole at a frantic pace. Her legs started to shake as he watched her eyes half lidded, her mouth parted open as her whines grew louder. 

“Mmmm j-just like that…” 

He gripped her thighs as he shoved his tongue deeper inside her, feeling her pulsate every time he dived back in. 

“Uhhhhh fuck,” she whined as shockwaves took over her body. She uncontrollably gushed on his tongue as he licked up every drop of her nectar. 

“Mmhmm,” he hummed. 

The vibrations of his moan against her soaked mess only heightened the orgasm. The loud sound of his tongue sloshing back and forth with her cum was heard over the music alone. She bit her lip, her eyes heavier and lower than before as she grinned at him coming down from her high. 

“I don’t think I’ve came that fast before,” she panted. 

He chuckled as he licked his lips that were still glistening from her. 

“You taste too fucking good.” He ran his hand over his drenched beard before taking off his shirt exposing his tatted chest. 

“I’m gon’ make you cum again…” he whispered against her lips as his chain dangled across her neck. He glided his two fingers across her wet entrance before bringing them back up to his lips to suck it off. She pulled his chain with her finger and used her legs to push down on his lower back, his growing bulge meeting her stomach. 

“Fuck me…” she pleaded her hand caressing the side of his neck.He quickly pecked her before taking off his shorts and boxers. His long and hard tanned dick sprung out as the tip seeped with pre cum. He practically rolled her over like a pretzel, bending her legs over her body so her feet were touching the window. He dragged his dripping tip along her entrance, running it up and down to mix their juices together causing her to tremble. 

“You want this dick baby?” he asked tauntingly slowing down the soaked trace of his tip. 

“Yes fucking please…” she whimpered. He slowly slipped his length inside of her, causing both of them to moan in unison. 

“You’re so tight,” he groaned easing his way into her, pumping at a slow pace. He  lowered himself to meet her lips, hanging her legs over his shoulders as he gradually picked up the pace of his thrusts. 

“Mmmm jey,” she gasped against his lips as he pumped her faster, his balls loudly pounding against her skin. 

“You like that baby?” he growled in her ear, his cold chain sliding against her neck. 

“Yesyesyes,” she cried using his shoulders for support. She felt every inch of him fill up her stomach, her walls increasingly fluttering around his hammering dick. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned placing his hand on the steamy window for support. He used his other hand to keep her leg over his shoulder as he vigorously pounded into her. Their moans matched the speed of the sloppy smacks of his dick driving into her wet mess. 

“I-I’m- gonna c-cum” she choked out. She felt her breath hitch in her throat but she was too engulfed in pleasure to care. He wrapped his hand around her throat continuing to drive his twitching dick into her. 

“Cum on my dick baby,” he coached her,  locking his deep brown eyes with her. Her eyes started fluttering, she swore she saw stars as her climax overcame her body. He felt her release as she coated his dick with her overflowing cum. 

“Fuck you’re so sexy…” he moaned admiring her moan from ecstasy as she fluttered once more around his dick. 

“Let me ride you daddy,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around her body to scoop her up onto his lap. He gripped her hips as she started rocking them at a steady pace. She pressed her lips against his, craving his tongue on hers as he satisfied her hunger. 

“You gon’ make me cum baby,” he moaned as she sucked his tongue, their saliva scattered across their mouths from their aggressive kissing. 

“Nut in me then…” she challenged him as she rode him faster, his hands grabbing her ass before he loudly slapped it, causing her to gasp. She felt another orgasm creep up on her watching his head fall back. He kept a firm grip on her ass as his mouth parted open against her lips. 

“Uhhhh fuck,” he moaned as he came inside of her, her third orgasm of the night following.  He cupped the side of her face to passionately kiss her once more as their panting slowed down to hushed moans. 

“Holy shit,” she giggled as he goofily smiled before pecking her lips. 

“You made me cum three times…” she shared in disbelief lifting her hand to cover her mouth. He grabbed the same hand to kiss it before laughing. 

“That’s why they call me ucey jucey babyyyyy,” he teased as he playfully put his snapback on her head. She fixed it to fit her head as she licked her lips still blissed out from the weed and her multiple orgasms. 

“Damn you look fine as hell in my hat…” He took both hands to intertwine with hers before pulling her in for another kiss. They heard a car door slam next to them as he brushed her hair out of her face to caress her cheek.

“Ay this is Jey’s car!” 

They both froze, their lips still touching as they recognized his twin’s voice. Thank God he had tinted windows. 

“Isn’t he with Y/N?”

“They probably eating inside, let me call him.” She clasped her hand over her mouth as Jey looked around for his phone to silence it, but it was too late.

His phone was connected to car play on full volume, and his ringtone started blaring through the car. They heard chuckles from outside as a knock startled the both of them. 

“You kids be safe!” Jimmy mocked with a deep tone. 

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[babybooday]

Your home

Fluff & violence

Short one shot

You were getting your son ready for trick or treating dressing him up in his favorite custom outfit this year. Blood splattered all over his clothes and a fake knife that you made for him with just cardboard tape and markers gripped in his 6 year old hand ready to go with the neighborhood kids of haddonfield to trick or treat. "Okay Carter" you say while straightening out his jacket, "Now what are the rules"? You raise an eyebrow while looking at him. "Mommmy I know stay with the big kids" he looks at you bouncing on the balls of his feet. Excitement in his eyes. At that moment you can't help but to look over him 'He looks just like him' you grumble in your head. Carter grabbing your hand and dragging you to the door that was being knocked on is what took you out of your day dream. You open the door and see the 12-13 year olds with all the young kids Carter's age. "Give me a kiss" you say. Carter rolls his eyes and let's you kiss his cheek. "Okaaaaay mommy there's not gonna be any candy left can we please goooo" he tries to state his case. You wouldn't think he was only 6. You look at the oldest kid. "Please keep an eye out on him and only a couple hours" you state looking at your son not really wanting him to go out on Halloween night. "Of course Miss (l/n) we'll have him home. She gently takes Carter's hand and ushers the kids to start walking. You sigh watching them leave your front porch. "That kid is gonna be the death of me" you exclaim out loud as you shut the front door. Turning around looking over all the decorations in your house you really didn't know what to do without Carter being there. He always kept you on your toes. You decided you were going to watch his Carter's favorite movie. Halloweentown, as you get your bowl of candy and a bag of chips you sit down and pop on the movie. You sit there watching the movie your mind drifting off thinking about Carter's dad missing him terribly. Michael where are you?

The last time you saw him was 4 years ago when Carter was only two. You were coming back from grocery shopping and there he was standing in your kitchen waiting for you, you would never forget that day. It was the first time he saw Carter. He didn't even spare you a glance that day all he could look at was Carter, like they had some sort of connection that could never be broken. Almost like they could read each other's minds feelings and emotions, and like a gravitational pull he glided over to you and took him out of your arms and just stared at you. He knew this was his son. His eyes went from you back to the two year old squirming in his massive hands. He looked down at him and tilts his head to the side. Carter started giggling while he was doing that and in one swift motion walking past me to the couch he sat down with Carter on his lap and just stared at him the whole time. That was the last time you saw his daddy. The whole time he was here he wouldn't take his eyes off of his son, he was in complete fascination.

The doorbell rang snapping you out of your thoughts. 'Now who could that be' you think walking to the door. "Hey (y/) I'm glad your home do you wanna hang out maybe drink a beer or two"? You look at the gentleman in front of you. Tony. He's quite annoying always harassing you. He has great charm but you know all he wants to do is fuck. You overheard him and his friends talking one day at work that's why you haven't given him the time of day. He's your coworker and unfortunately for you he's also your neighbor. You slightly smile and ponder it for a bit .. hmm maybe just to get your mind off Michael. "Sure come on in I hope you have the beer like you offered I can use a drink" you say while walking back into the house. "Yeah of course I do" he states. "I ran out of candy to pass out and got bored" he finishes looking at you and plops on the couch. "Yeah well you're lucky I still got some you giggle and sit down next to him. You resume the movie.

-Carters POV

Carter walks home by himself after the big kids ditched him. He finds his way home not being far from the house and sits on the steps and gets into his bag of candy. "Oh my favorite suckers" !! He yells opening up the wrapper and popping it into his mouth "yummy" he says muffled, looking into his bag a big shadow casts over him. Carter looks up and gasps "Daddy" !! He yells looking up at the man in the mask. The shape sticks out his hand for Carter to grab as he does with no hesitation. And he walks silently hand in hand with Carter to the back of your house while Carter rambles on about the night to his dad. As they enter the house through the back door the shape looks down to his kin and points to the stairs and puts his finger over his mask to let him know to go upstairs and be quiet.

-Your pov

You're laughing at something Tony said. It wasn't necessarily funny but you were beaming after those two beers. As he's talking you see movement out the corner of your eye and you look over to see nothing. "What's wrong" ? He says while looking at you. "Nothing it's just getting late my son should be home any time now" you say getting up and shutting off the movie that had the credits rolling. "Ahhhh that's too bad huh" he mumbles eerily. He stands up abruptly, looking at you "Y'know I always had a thing for you ... Still do." He Mumbles on, Staring back at him "I'm with someone Tony, remember" ? Trying to reason with him feeling uneasy. "Oh you mean the dad that nobody has ever seen before not even your closest friends"? He questions stepping toward you with every word and now standing in front of you. You look at him bewildered "Okay I think it's time to go I'll see you at work tomorrow" you hastily exclaim feeling nervous walking around him. Suddenly from behind he tackles you onto the couch you let out a shriek. He then flips you over violently on the couch so you're face to face now. "You know .. you have such a stick up your ass (y/n) but don't worry I'ma rip it out of ya" he says angrily as you're about to scream for help, a knife is plunged through his neck blood immediately squirts out and covers your face with the warm substance. The knife is violently ripped out of his neck and you see a hand on top of his head gripping his hair as the knife plunges back into his neck again and again and again. At this point you can't help the scream that comes out of your mouth it's not that you were scared you were more disgusted at the blood that was in your mouth. Tony is ripped off you and thrown to the floor with the shape getting on top of him and stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, Even though he was long gone. Overkill. You're looking at him from behind and your chest tightens when he stands up. You know who it is.

"Michael.. your home".

Happy Halloween y'all 🫶🏿

[babybooday]