#I would like to have ONE. SINGLE. DAY. without seeing some fuck ass shit from this god damn moron

[elusivee-phantom]

you can not be fucking serious right now

[madamechrissy]

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pairings - Fratboy Plug Sukuna x Nerdy stoner reader

summary You decide to ask your plug, Ryomen Sukuna for a hook up - but can he match your freak!? Just a fun ass oneshot about falling for your hot ass plug - he won't give you free weed though! :') WC- 11k

warnings - college AU, explicit sex, oral ( m and f receiving) Sukuna whimpering, reader is a nerdy lil freaakkk, weed smoking, jealousy, Sukuna talking shit, p in v sex - with and without protection, cum swallowing (both) tummy bulges, back shots, Kuna has piercings hehe, aftercare, Sukuna being a little yandere tbh

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"What if we like... had sex?" Sukuna starts coughing up the thick smoke of his purple haze, wondering if it's fucking laced with something as you sit there, blunt in your hand and your legs crossed, casually smoking it as if you brought up the fucking weather.

"The fuck did you say!?" He demands after he catches his breath, you inhale your blunt now, you're by far his nerdiest client, you shocked him when you asked to buy from him the first time.

You scream good girl, certified Velma from Scooby-Doo - annoying  'actually - jinkies' nerd. The two of you even hanging out was a fucking anomaly, a mathlete and a frat boy, one he didn't try to figure out. He enjoyed selling weed to you and smoking with you, hearing your stupidly intelligent thoughts, he enjoyed looking at you too. Sure you were fucking gorgeous in that soft, sweet way.

So what the fuck was this!?

"It's been a while," you murmur, handing him the blunt back now, he takes a huge rip, coughing again as you speak. "If I'm not really your type it's cool."

"If you're... you... I..."

"Shit, it's fine. Calm down. Just was thinking it'd be fun." He keeps staring at you, mouth wide open, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. "Dude it's fine don't freak out. Forget it."

"Forget it? The fuck?" He's glaring ruby eyes at you, while you take a wad of money out of your little black backpack, decorated with anime pins all over and a ridiculous amount of keychains.

"Here," you hand him the cash, fingers brushing for a moment while he just stares. "Shit, I made it weird."

"Yeah you fucking did. Who just says that?" He glares right at you, thin brows low over his narrowed eyes, those sooty pink lashes too fucking pretty and long, god you're jealous of them!? Are they so pretty because you're baked?

"Sukuna, you've fucked like half the girls I know, I have heard you're pretty good at it." He blinks again at that, a rare blush to his cheeks, not fitting his cocky persona while you put out the blunt, letting it smoke against the tray. "Here's the money. Thanks again."

You turn, and he grips your wrist, pausing you, it feels way too good. Not only has it been way too long, Sukuna was fucking hot, every time he got too close you felt that heat, you literally clenched when he just brushed a big hand across your shoulder to grab something. And your boyfriend broke up with you six months ago, you thought maybe it would be fun to fuck him, Sukuna is sexy as fuck and chill. Now you want to disappear, clearly reading the room wrong as usual. 

You suck at that.

"You wanna fuck me? What, like... some friends with benefits? Or one time shit?" He stands, hovering so fucking tall, you turn and look at him, blazed whites of his eyes red, you swallow nervously, eyeing the tattoos on his chest in that thin white wifebeater that's just unfair to wear around you while you're ovulating, you can see his nipple piercings through it, and it's doing too much.

"I thought like once, if we liked it sure we could do it more. If we're both single and... get along... plus you're hot."

"Yeah I am." He grins and you roll your eyes.

"You know... never mind."

"Wait brat, shit." You sigh, looking up at him now, as he turns you to him, his cock twitching just looking at your dilated eyes behind thick glasses, your parted lips. His fingers brush against the softness of your sweater, watching your nipples press against the material.

"It's cool if you don't want to. Like I am chill about it  promise." He fingers the edge of your sweater, blitzed off his ass wondering if you're some fucking dream for a moment. But he feels the heat of your skin as his fingers slip up your waist.

"Think you can keep up with me, huh brat?" He murmurs then, snarky with his smirk. You step closer, your finger drifting up his hard chest.

"The question is if you can keep up with me, Sukuna." He scoffs at that, raising a brow that has two little barbells - eyebrows shouldn’t be so sexy, but then Ryomen Sukuna just is sexy, everything about him from his tattoos and piercings, to his ridiculously strong body. His height, his face… his eyes.

It’s no wonder girls do flock to him.

“Me, keep up with you?” He’s chuckling now, sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, impossibly cocky as he eyes you, acting like his heart isn’t racing when you set down your bag. “You won’t get any free weed from it.”

“I don’t want free weed, and you’re kind of an ass.” He chuckles again, when you sink to your knees however he falters, vermillion lips parted, you unbuckle him and look right under your glasses at him then, smiling just a bit.

Are you… cocky too!?

Sukuna hasn’t ever had this happen, someone just smiling as they unbuckle him with ease, he’s sure though when you see his cock you’ll pause. He’s a solid ten inches and thick as fuck, even if you’re some dick sucking pro, you’re gonna give pause. Your eyes widen then, licking your lower lip, making him ache to kiss you.

What are these corny ass thoughts!? He’s scowling at them, irritated that you on your knees has him, Sukuna, nervous!? Since when is he nervous about shit- and when you’re revealing him, and he doesn’t even help you tug down his black silky boxers, you let out a little whine that almost ends him. His hand enwraps in your hair, and your eyes meet his again.

Why are they so pretty? Why is he thinking that instead of being excited to get a blow job, as usual? You’re running your finger over his tip, making his hips jerk just a bit, moaning softly. “Are you sensitive, Sukuna?”

“Am I… you’re a brat, ya know that?” He glares as you giggle, acting like his cock isn’t way too fucking big, and you’re figuring out if you’ll be able to walk after this. “Stop teasing and show me what you got, running that pretty mouth huh?”

His thumb brushes the plump lower lip, you stroke him then, looking right at him as the rough pad of his thumb caresses soft lips, calloused from years of football but so gentle over little teeth indentations on your skin. You swallow, a little nervous suddenly, before taking a breath and leaning forward, pink tongue lapping at the precum already oozing from his slit.

Sukuna whimpers when you do.

You think you imagine it, this giant man whimpering, but as you lap again at his reddened tip, your hand slipping down his thick length, he does it again, quieter, hand pulling your hair so hard tears prick your eyes. The sight is so sexy you can’t take it, taking more of his thick tip deep in your mouth then, looking up as you suck him, your glasses fogging up from your breath.

“Oh, fuck…” He shakes it off, biting back another pathetic whimper as you start sucking hard then, he’s acting like he’s controlling your movements but he’s just pulling your hair, watching as you make more and more of his cock disappear. “Can you take more, brat?”

“Sure can,” you taunt, pulling back with a suctioned pop, but he is intimidating. But damned if you would back down from a challenge. You have next to no gag reflex, but you’ve never had a cock this big to contend with. You start sucking him deeper, head bobbing, the sounds of your saliva and his cock fucking your mouth lewd in Sukuna’s apartment.

The sight of him losing it as you suck his cock deeper in your throat, until he’s burning and stretching it with his thrusts is far too attractive, you can’t help but clench your thighs, grinding on nothing for friction watching him. His red eyes are bright, pupils shrunk to pinpoints as he fucks into your throat, the mix of need and the weed making you even wetter.

Whatever strain this was, it was making you unreasonably horny.

“That’s it, suck me deeper if you can,” he taunts softly, hips bucking up as he cups your face almost gently, fucking your throat so deep, feeling it tighten as you reach down and play with yourself under your skirt. “Fuck, fuck, fuuckk…”

You’re swallowing all you can, relaxing your throat as you find your clit, moaning then and vibrating right around his cock as he fucks your face. Your hair falls, and he uses one hand to hold it into a ponytail, letting out the weak little whine again while you slide two little fingers in your slick hole, aching for his cock inside you - even if you couldn’t walk the next day.

You’re thinking of how perfect all the ridges and veins would feel while you keep fingering yourself, tears pricking your eyes, glasses so fogged you can hardly see. He’s so close to cumming from just a few minutes of your mouth it’s pathetic, he yanks you off him then, looking down and seeing your hand between your thighs.

“What’re you-” You’re slipping your panties off eagerly then, straddling him and making his breath catch when you grind on his cock. “Let me touch you, fuck…”

“Don’t need it.” He glares ruby eyes at your audacity- he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to touch your body, your tits that are enticing him with every breath, that soppy little pussy.

“Well I do, fuck you’re slutty, huh?” You ignore him, focusing on how good his hot, heavy cock feels between your slit, whining out when he yanks down your sweater, revealing your lacy bra.

“Fuck me, please,” he huffs at that, revealing a pretty breast and moaning, thumb brushing over your pretty nipple, making you whine. “Ah!”

“Let me take my time, shit,” he mumbles, sucking your nipple into his mouth then, your hands entangle in spiky pink locks, feeling the softness of his hair as his other hand grips your ass under your skirt, dragging you over his cock. “This soaked, how? Haven’t touched you.”

“Touched myself,” he glares again, sucking your other nipple, having both your perfect breasts out for his mouth, while his hands sink into your hips, grinding that cock against your clit then, watching your head fall back. “Mnh!”

“You touched yourself, sucking me got you that excited?” He taunts, only for you to reach down, stroking his cock again, watching the blush on his cheeks as you move it up and down, twisting your fist just so. “Fuck…”

“Condoms?” You whisper, he nods, tapping your hip real quick for you to get off him. When he’s back with a gold magnum from the drawer, you’re straddling him again, but he’s lifting you up, sinking two of his fingers in your cunt now, and you whine out at the stretch. “Ah!”

“God, you’re tight… fuck…” He groans as his fingers curl inside your slick, gummy walls, gripping him so good, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. “Think you can take this cock, really?”

“Y-yes, I c-can…” he chuckles, shaking his head and hitting your spongy spot now, making your cunt gush down his fingers as you cry out.

“Cum f’me first,” he murmurs - he would never let a girl not cum before he gets his cock in her. He’d love to eat you out but you’re not giving him many chances to do shit. He’d love to kiss you, but he’s leaning back watching you fall apart for him, nodding just a bit when he curls them just right in your hole, gasping. “That’s it, can’t help yourself can you, slutty little brat?”

You should be offended, but you’re shattering for his thick fingers, gushing as the orgasm smacks you, rushing all over your body until you’re making a mess, the sound loud and echoing as he groans. Watching you cum, intense as he stares, something you’re not used to - gasping out when he sucks your juices off his fingers, moaning while he cheeks hollow.

He’s tasting you.

The sight has you faltering for a moment, cunt pulsing from aftershocks as you watch him, hearing his moan, when he hands you the gold wrapper. “Fuck, you taste that good?”

“It could be the weed,” you tease, breathless. He chuckles a bit, leaning forward, pressing a kiss on your lips, unsure of what you were okay with. But you meet his lips, and that’s when Sukuna almost cums then and there, he’s never felt whatever the fuck that is. “Mmm, your lips are so soft.”

“Surprise you?” He teases, but you nod a bit, a rough man with plush lips so soft they’re pillowy is surprising. “Take what you want, brat.”

God he’s fine as fuck.

You’re hiding your nerves when you tear open the packet, slipping it over his huge cock, did it get bigger, harder somehow!? Even the magnum barely stretches over him as you roll it down his shaft slowly, watching his sooty pink lashes flutter as you do. His lips kiss yours again, and you taste yourself on his lips, when his tongue slips into your mouth.

A mix of weed and your juices, along with something sweet - whatever flavor Sukuna is.

It’s too intimate then, yeah you’ve last fucked your boyfriend, but you’re not inexperienced either with hook ups or a friend with benefits. You’re choosy, but you’ve done this - but for whatever reason your heart races as he lets you take what you want, as his tongue ring clicks against your teeth, and you picture how good it’d feel everywhere, your tummy tightening.

The scent of the weed still smoking out in that ash tray mixes with his cologne, heady and dizzying, your glasses get so fogged you take them off, earning his chuckle as he pulls them off, sitting them on the table. “You blind now?”

“Literally… I can still see you though.” You whisper, it makes his heart race, seeing your eyes without them for the first time, he cups your face as you rub his latex covered tip on your soppy cunt.

“Pretty fucking eyes, shit,” he curses then, seeing them grow lidded, as your tight little hole starts sucking him in.

“Fuck…”

You both whisper it at the same time, as you sink down on his cock, bit by bit, and he can’t help his moan, loud as his hands move to grip your skirt, yanking it up and using it to pull you down. Your gasp fills his ears with the squelching of your greedy, slutty little cunt sinking more and more on him, and he can’t help but think if he was raw he’d already have busted.

That would be so fucking embarassing, he is Ryomen Sukuna!

He thanks god for the layer, but it still feels far too good, your cunt so tight, gripping him as you move your hips, rolling them in a way no woman should know how to do. He’s pausing you when you do it again, glaring. “You know how to ride cock that fucking good?”

“Show me what you got, Sukuna,” you whisper, acting like his cock wasn’t burning with that stretch, like you weren’t on the edge. He glares now, picking your hips up with those huge fucking hands, slamming you until he’s against your cervix now, watching with a mean grin as you scream out. “Oh my g-god!”

“Ride it now, huh pretty little slut?” He whispers, repeating it again, hands leaving marks on your ass as his fingers sink into the fat of it. “Where’s all that talk?”

You glare, shoving his back against his soft leather couch, moving your hips again and eliciting that whimper, making you smile. “You whimpering, Sukuna?”

“Oh I’ll fuck your vocal chords up next time, swear to - mmm…” he’s crying out again as your fingers grip his soft shirt, and you glide up and down his cock again. “Fucking brat.”

“Mmhmm, can you handle it?” You’re gliding up and down his cock, watching him fall apart even with your blurry ass vision you see it, how handsome he is, feeling his strength as his hands wrap your waist, and he bites his lower lip, brows drawing together as you hit just that spot in your cervix. “Mnh!”

Sukuna groans, kissing down your collar bone, your tits bounce as you work him, and he’s worried you were fucking right, how can he hold back his cum when your cunt is gripping him like that!? He’s lifting you up, slamming you back down hard, you scream out, your nails pressing into his shoulders, and he does it again, again, harder inside you, until you fucking drool.

“That’s it, can’t talk shit stuffed full of this cock, huh?” You don’t talk shit back, your eyes are rolled back as he fucks his hips up into you, holding you right up in the goddamn air damn near and using you like a little fuck toy. “That’s it, gonna cum aren’t you?”

You answer that when he slams hard and hits your cervix again, reaching down to find your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. “Sukuna!”

God, you crying out his name fucks him up, when he rolls it, feeling how soaked you are, making a mess down his thighs and yours, dripping with how much wetness is pouring. “That’s it, can’t help yourself,”

He’s pressing too perfectly, hitting that spot in you again when his tip drags along your slick walls, and you’re screaming out, the orgasm so hard it’s blinding, you’re trembling in his hold while he watches you, moaning at the sight. Your scream is ridiculous when he pulls back his thumb, sucking more of you off him before bottoming out inside you as much as he can.

“Ah! Sukuna…” You cum so hard you have tears of overstimulation, two little ones falling, just making you hotter. Sukuna groans, fucking up into you again and again, wrapping his arms around you as he moves you, and your cries are caught by his lips. “Mmm!”

“Mmm,” he’s lost inside you then, your little body moved where he wants you, your lips parted in screams that he drinks. Sukuna’s close, so fucking close, slowing his thrusts then and looking at you, saliva hanging from between your joined lips when they fall apart. “Fuck you’re pretty.”

“I a-am?” You whisper, confused and fucked out. Sukuna didn’t seem the sweet words type of guy, he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he pulses inside you, making you whine out again.

“Shut up,” he scowls, you blink and giggle breathlessly then, trying to roll your hips only for him to smack the fuck out of your ass. “No more of that, I’m about to…”

“Cum.” You whisper, rolling them and earning another smack, loud and stinging your skin, just making you more desperate. “Cum for me, Sukuna.”

“Brat.” He huffs, sinking his sharp teeth into your neck, making you gasp out at the sharp tearing of your delicate skin, when you feel him fuck into you hard, his thick cock ruining your cunt, while he’s teeth hurt so bad you’re cumming from the fucking pain.

You shouldn’t have talked shit.

He’s way too big for it all, smacks of skin louder when he uses you, moves you, all you can do is gasp and cling to him, while he’s busting inside that condom finally, slowing as he moans right in your fucking ear. You’re clinging to his back, nails pressing in, screaming out as he pulses so deep, rocking you on his cock himself now, tongue slipping up the curve of your neck as he busts.

He’s never cum like that.

He can’t see for a fucking second, biting back that whine as he nips at your ear, barbell flicking against it, and he feels your aftershocks milking him, picturing filling that cunt up so full then. The thought makes him leak more and more cum inside the barrier he wants to rip the fuck off, groaning out as he hears your little whimper, as he feels you trembling under his hands as the run across your skin.

He wants you all naked, spread for him, hands slipping over curves he only got to see bits of. Wants to see that pretty cunt spread wide for him, shit he felt it - how does it look? How would it look pouring out cum for him? He’s kissing you again, rocking you on him, still hard inside your tight walls, which keep quivering around him, until he pulls back, looking at your fucked out face.

Holy fuck. - It’s all you can think in your head, mouth opening and shutting, when he smirks up at you.

“Think I kept up with you huh?”

“Shit…” You just take a breath, smiling a bit then. “I took it easy on you.”

“What now?” He glares again as you giggle, easing off him, hissing at how sore you are. “Acting like you can even walk after that?”

“I can walk f-fine.” Your thighs are aching, trembling when you stubbornly stand, blushing as you look at the cum spurted into his condom, so much of it too, it makes your throat go dry, wanting to swallow him up next time -

Next time - Would he want one?

You shouldn’t care, but you feel it, the nagging need again that shouldn’t exist, when you grab your glasses, putting them back on and bringing him even more clearly into your vision. He stands up then, walking over and throwing the condom out, wincing as he touches himself, so sensitive and still throbbing, while he watches you slip your panties back on.

“No free weed huh?” You tease, he chuckles then, shaking his head - as if you didn’t suck dick so good he wouldn’t buy you a fucking rock if you wanted to do that every day.

“No way,” he teases back, you brush back your messy hair, giggling a bit when he comes back, buttoning his pants. “Want me to fix your hair? Looks like shit.”

“You are a dick!” He smirks again, but you nod, and he grabs a brush, a flat black one with a wide handle. “You don’t have to.”

“I fucked it up, might as well fix it,” his voice is husky then, he turns you around, slowly running it through the tangles he’d caused, and something feels way too easy, too perfect. Your head falls back a bit, eyes fluttering shut, he’s sweeter than you thought he’d be, that’s all.

Right?

He’s methodically running it through your hair slowly, until it’s much closer to where it was when you walked in, and for a moment you feel so vulnerable, sucking his dick and riding him was intimate, but this feels even moreso. Aftercare is not something you’re crazy familiar with, you were always one to dart out of wherever you were after sex.

But you don’t really want to leave.

You’ll blame the weed and his huge cock, for your mind turning to mush, when he starts braiding your hair. “Sukuna, what are you up to?”

“Shut it, think it’ll look good on you,” he huffs, running his fingers through your strands now. He’d braided hair a ton during endless football events where the cheerleaders joined in, a lot of the football guys were actually pretty good at that and even curling hair.

Your hair is silky and gently falling through his fingers as they card through it, until he holds out a hand for a ponytail. You take one of the few off your wrist when he finishes his work, slipping it over your shoulder. You touch it gently, feeling far too many emotions hitting your throat then at the sweet gesture from an outwardly rough and brash man.

“Does it look cute back there?” You tease, looking up at him, and he clears his throat then.

“I’d love to see how you look from the back,” his husky words are met with a tug on your braid, you bite back a gasp at how good it feels - when his doorbell rings, making him grimace. “Yeah what?”

“Sukuna, open up,” he hears Satoru’s pouty voice, making him sigh, and you step away now, hastily grabbing your back, looking at him. Your little braid is tempting him to no end, to yank it, to bend you over the couch, so much he can hardly fucking stand it.

He’d always found you pretty, but it’s like he can’t get his eyes off you after it, after kissing you.

The fuck is in this weed!?

“Sukuna!”

“God, hold on.” He sighs and walks over, opening the door while you grab your lighter, decorated with some nerdy anime guy you seem to be obsessed with. He’s on the back of your car and on your bag, he noticed.

Sukuna looked better than any anime guy, surely.

Satoru and Suguru are at the door now, holding up baggies of weed, bright blue and green nugs that look way too pretty and fluffy, when their eyes catch sight of you behind them. “Heyy, it’s the hot nerd.” Satoru teases, earning your eye roll.

“Oh whatever,” they laugh as they walk in, Suguru carrying a case of beer. It was the summer after college, but they used to all live in a huge frat house together, now they’ve all moved into this insanely fancy apartment together - you could fit your entire dorm in their living room - as they moved on to their Master’s degree. You were an underclassmen, still a Senior in college.

You remember them all very well, but they’re all pretty annoying. Honestly, Sukuna at least seems to be a little more mature than them, but not by much. He’s taking a beer out of the case, as they plop themselves down, Suguru puts the rest of the twelve pack in Sukuna’s fridge, Satoru busts out the rolling tray and eyes you with insane blue eyes.

“Wanna smoke, sweets?” He asks, and you shake your head with a little smile.

“I already have, and still have to drive back to the dorm,” they laugh again.

“Shit those suck, though I hear there’s a big party at the old frat house this weekend,” Satoru murmurs, handing Sukuna the blunt to finish rolling. When his stupidly long pink tongue laps at the seam of it, your tummy clenches, eyes unable to remove themselves. “You coming, nerdy girl?”

“I don’t know, not really my thing. And should you be calling me nerdy, when you’re wearing Lucemon on your shirt?” Satoru glares, and Suguru and Sukuna snort in laughter.

“You know who that is? Damn, you just got even hotter.” He smirks and earns another eye roll, they chuckle but Sukuna’s jaw tenses.

He does not like someone flirting with you.

Holy fuck did your mouth work a number on him like that!?

“Uh huh, I might go, I don't know. Um…” You turn to Sukuna now, tilting you head back to look up at him. “Thanks for…”

What do you say - thanks for the dick?

Thanks for kissing you, braiding your hair, making you cum?

“Um… the smoke, I appreciate it,” you murmur, not wanting to just blurt everything out in front of his friends. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, biceps tensing and bunching, you see your crescent nail prints in his skin then.

It makes you ache to see the visible proof.

This was a dumb fucking idea. When you thought of fucking him, you figured it’d be great, it’d be fun, but you didn’t anticipate whatever feeling this was, the one where you didn’t even wanna leave. This wasn’t how you were - you can chalk it up to the breakup, chalk it up to the weed, to the huge - at least ten inch - cock that has currently fucked you stupid…

Yeah, chalk it up to that.

“Thanks for,” Sukuna trails off now too, seeing the evidence of his teeth against your lower lip, swollen from brutal kisses. His cock is back on hard when he also notices how your sweater is hanging off a shoulder, and there are marks along your pretty collar bone from his suction, damn near making him feral as he thinks of it. “Coming over.”

“Yes, of course um… bye you all.” They wave as you rush out, leaning against the door and exhaling now, trying to collect your breath as you hear them murmur.

“Do you like her or something?” Suguru’s voice is muffled, but you hear it, and you can’t help but act like some spy, listening when you shouldn’t for the answer.

Did Sukuna…

“She’s cool, we hang out I guess.” Is his gruff answer, and you hear the echo of laughter. “Drop it, so what’s up with this party?”

You sigh, stepping away, sitting in your car for a moment too long, looking up at the window of Sukuna’s apartment for a moment, wondering if you made it all fucking weird now. You wouldn’t say you two were ‘friends’ but you were cool with each other, and now you were listening if he liked you - as if you’re silently listening on the phone with a friend in middle school or something.

You shake it off and head home, ignoring the gnawing feeling, shifting in your seat at how sore you are, you really talked more shit than you should have, you need a good hot bath after taking him.

Sukuna shuts the blinds, having looked at you as you walked, just to make sure you were good. “You hit it, huh?”

“Shut up, Suguru.” They’re snorting as the smoke fills the room.

The three of them usually share all the details of their encounters, but he sure the fuck wasn’t sharing anything about you - how you are probably the best thing he’s ever felt wrapped around him. How you sucked him stupid - got him whimpering!? - yeah, no fucking way he admitted that to anyone.

*****

It’s been a week since you last talked to Sukuna, and during that week you’re absolutely mortified by the amount of times you thought about texting or messaging him on his IG. Much, much worse, after you looked at some of his gym posts before bed, you woke up the next morning cumming thinking about your fucking plug and his huge cock inside you, fuck it was embarassing.

You wanna message him now even, but he hasn’t written you, and you don’t wanna be the girl who mentions - let’s hook up - then gets clingy. That’s just not you, and it’s not fair, you’d brought it up and it wasn’t like he asked to hook up with you. When your friends bring up going to a DnD match tonight - instead of going to that frat party, nine times out of ten you’d go for the DnD.

You don’t dig parties, and the DnD group has primo weed too.

Sukuna supplied for all of them after all.

But you instead find yourself dying to go to the party tonight - you may even find yourself buying a whole outfit. Like some goofy, corny ass 90‘s movie where the nerdy girl gets hot with a dress, except you sure the fuck weren’t taking your glasses off for that moment, since you’re damn near blind without them.

When Sukuna took off your glasses though?

God.

Snap out of it?!

You may or may not have freaked the fuck out when he hearted your instagram story before the party, biting your lip and giggling way too fucking much. You don’t even take pictures for shit, but you were feeling cute, and that just cinches it in your mind - you want to see him again and not for some weed. You just…

Want to see him.

Plug Sukuna - Hey brat, you coming to the party or doing nerd shit?

You roll your eyes a bit, ignoring the butterflies in your tummy at how excited you are to have him messaging you.

You - Do I look like I’m going to DnD?

Sukuna flushes, looking at your insta story for the twentieth time, surrounded by girls wearing literally next to nothing, coming up to him as he sits on the couch alone - shit Sukuna never did at parties. He was the life of the party usually, beer pong champion, the one making sure everyone had the best smoke or really anything they asked for.

But all he can think of is seeing you again, and he wishes it was just your pussy and not that he misses your cute little laugh - how you snort just a bit - how you push those glasses up your nose. How excited you get as you’re trying to convince him to watch your cartoons - sorry, anime - and how you take a hit from that blunt, just a bit of your glittery gloss on the tip.

He’s got one rolled up right now in the middle of a party with music blaring, mixing with the conversation and laughter of so many people, dying to share the blunt with you, to talk to you - he wanted to hit you up so many times, but he sure didn’t wanna be the dude who got pussy whipped in one encounter. You mentioned casual, one time maybe more- but the two of you hadn’t spoken since.

Sukuna was used to women blowing up his phone, begging for it again, even now he has women coming to sit on his lap, which usually is par for the course, but he just doesn’t find much excitement in it. He happens to have one on his right thigh right now, when he watches you walk into the room - and Instagram didn’t even do you justice.

You look so fucking cute, sexy little pleated skirt and a black top that shows that his marks on your pretty breasts faded - they’re just begging for more on them. He swallows nervously, god why is he nervous, it irritates him!? But he is, as your eyes meet his, and of course dart to the girl on his lap, you give him a little wave and smile, and he curses as you turn away and talk to someone then.

Sukuna unceremoniously shoves the girl off his lap, he can’t say he feels bad about it either, as he heads straight toward you, hearing one of the underclassmen gushing and simping over you. You’re just staring with a brow raised, unimpressed at the fumbling man, when he walks over smoothly with a blunt, holding it out.

“Wanna smoke, brat?” You look at him now, he’s unfairly hot and shirtless basically, unless you wanna call that black silk open kimono a top. You can see those nipple piercings, a fucking belly button ring leading to a light happy trail that makes your brain short circuit.

You hadn’t seen him shirtless, even sucking him.

“We were talking - oh, it’s Sukuna, shit! Sorry…” the boy learns fast, backing up and stuttering when Sukuna glares at him. “Catch you later?”

“Sure,” you sigh, taking the blunt from Sukuna’s fingers now, yours brushing against his softly. “I gotta pay for this?”

“Nah,” fuck he was a dick huh? He always is, but for a moment he feels bad, even though you’re teasing with a little smile, holding the blunt up for a light. Sukuna immediately busts his out, bright orange flame igniting the tip, watching the cherry brighten as you puff on it. “It’s blueberry.”

You inhale it like a fucking pro, when don’t you? Heavy, thick smoke falling out of your mouth then getting sucked back into your mouth. You look so good doing it, handing it to him without even a cough, just exhaling it back out, a smile on those pretty lips of yours. He pauses, unsure of even what to say, as he puts it to his lips, and your eyes drift lower.

Your thoughts are filthy as his, his tattoos curve with his body in a way that’s just slutty actually, black thick lines that aren’t fair honestly. Your body remembers him far too well, when he snatches up two drinks as you two walk over to a quieter part of the party, past a sea of bodies that eye the two of you. You take it gratefully, then wince as the liquor hits your tongue.

“Lightweight.” Sukuna teases, earning a playful shove from you, but your hand pauses on bare skin, watching his rippling, cut abdomen tense as you do.

Fuck.

Your pussy is pulsing from touching his skin, ugh it’s annoying. You know he hasn’t asked you to come over, so you shouldn’t be thinking this badly about him, but how can you not? The memories flit through your mind, his big hands that now hold a blunt and a red solo cup, and how they touched you.

“You look…” He pauses, wanting to say dumb fucking words.

Beautiful.

You do look beautiful.

Your eyes lock up with his, and he’s just sputtering like a fucking idiot, as if he’s never talked to a woman, he notices the shimmery shadow you’ve brushed across your lid as he looks down at you, so small compared to him. Sukuna towered over everyone, he was used to it, but something about it makes him want to pick you up, carry you somewhere and devour you.

Watch his cock in your tummy bulge.

“I look what?” Your whisper breaks his racing brain, he sips his drink and sighs now, clearing his throat and putting on a smirk.

“Hot.”

You blink a bit at that. “Hot?”

“Yeah, hot.” He curses himself internally.

“Thanks,” you trail off, it was nice you guess, but you supposed Sukuna said that to every girl, including the ones on his lap as you walked in. And you really hate that it made you sick to see it, off one time fucking him. “You look good too.”

“I always do.” You roll your eyes and laugh a bit, the sound making him ache, when his name’s being chanted by the pong table.

“You’re being summoned, Sukuna.” You tease, inhaling his blunt and stepping closer, so close he inhales your scent, driving him fucking insane.

It takes so much to save face and not drop to his knees and beg you to just allow him to lick your entire body. And he would, fuck, if you let him.

What is wrong with him.

It didn’t help he’d jerked it to you this morning, and every morning, since you’re clearly some succubus hitting all his dreams and making him wake up leaking pre.

“You good?” You ask softly, he clears his throat then, glaring at the men waving him over.

“Yeah, catch you after I wipe the floor with them?” He teases, and you nod, just a bit disappointed, but it wasn’t like you were close to Sukuna suddenly.

You were just…

A buyer, and he was your plug. A plug you had literally propositioned, seduced. Him being friendly was sweeter than he even needed to be. You put a hand on his shoulder then, feeling the weed hitting - mixing with the drink in your system, but when you touch him again it’s something else.

“Of course, I’ll be here for probably an hour or so, I don’t know too many people here.”

“Tch won’t be three minutes they’ll all be shitfaced and losers.” You laugh at that, but it’s forced, a little awkward.

The party goes on, and every time Sukuna wants to find you, you’re hidden, when he does see you, someone’s in his fucking way. Like everything and anything is blocking his way - why does he know everyone? Right now he doesn’t wanna fucking catch up, or talk, he just wants to talk to you.

He’s standing with Suguru and Satoru, as the three of them are sipping on drinks, and he sees you again finally, emerging from one of the bathrooms, but before he can think, there are three dudes talking to you. His jaw clenches at the sight of it, and he can’t keep excusing it to good sex, or wanting to hit again, it just doesn’t feel the same.

Sukuna can’t stand seeing you getting hit on, he’s glaring right at those men, sure he’s only fucked you once - but that’s enough to make him lose his shit. Suguru and Satoru are trying to get his attention, waving the blunt at him as he scowls over at the pretentious assholes talking to you. Your eyes catch his, you’re clearly unused to the attention it seems, a blush on your cheeks.

Or you like those losers.

Sukuna has been dying to fuck you again, but not just that - been dying to talk to you again, smoke you out, he didn’t say all he wanted to that day. Was it just a one time thing for you? He didn’t even get to drink your pretty pussy, didn’t get to hit it from the back, fuck he has so many positions he wants to do with you, he wants to-

“Earth to Sukuna.” Satoru says, and he clears his throat, taking a hit of the blunt and letting it fill his lungs.

“Yeah?” He grumbles, and their gazes go in your direction.

“You really like the cute little nerd, huh?” Satoru teases, earning Sukuna’s glare.

“Shit, you’re down bad bro.” Suguru chuckles, taking the blunt from Sukuna’s fingers then.

“Shut the fuck up. Just… we hooked up and…” He trails off again, and his friends chuckle, nudging each other.

“So you did, called it. And how was that, is the nerd freaky?” Satoru asks, sipping his solo red cup, and Sukuna scowls right at his best friends.

“None of your fucking business.”

“Oh shit, real bad,” Suguru says then, coughing as he takes his hit.

“Learn to take a real hit, and shut up. Not telling either of you shit.”

“We share everything, that means…” Satoru takes the blunt between his lips now, inhaling and smirking as Sukuna finds one of the men practically dragging your awkward ass to the dance floor.

You are awkward, hot and pretty as you are, you can’t dance for shit, at some point making a really awkward move Sukuna can only describe as shaking dice in your hands. “Is she… doing…”

Suguru trails off, as Sukuna laughs a bit at you. “Some interesting dance move she learned in DND maybe.” Sukuna murmurs, and he’s almost okay with it, you seem to have no interest, until the guy drags you by your hips against him.

That’s it.

“Shit… we strapping up for a fight?” Suguru asks, and Satoru grins, batshit psycho as always.

“I’m down to fight.”

“I don’t need your help,” he scoffs and stomps right over to you, where you’re being grinded on against, snatching the dude’s wrist up quickly. “She’s not enjoying herself.”

“What bro?” He’s clearly wasted, when Sukuna’s grip tightens he winces. “Shit, is it your girl or something?”

“Go sober up and dance with yourself.” He shoves at him now, and you blink in confusion. You hadn’t known how to dance really, you figured you would try, him grabbing you was creepy, but you figured you’d get him off you in a moment, when a giant, tall ass Sukuna had practically tossed the kid off.

You can’t help but feel it more, that tightening in your tummy, when his angry red eyes flit down to you. “Sukuna…”

“You weren’t enjoying that, were you?” He demands, speaking through his teeth damn near.

“Um… huh?” Are you just really high?

Is Sukuna… jealous?

“C’mon,” he tugs at your wrist now, and you follow him, so confused, yet fucking thrilled by his big hand on your wrist, in a way that concerns feminism you want him to literally throw you over his shoulder. “Short ass legs can’t keep up.”

“We’re not all giants over six four!?” You huff as he keeps tugging, and you yank back weakly, who wouldn’t be weak in that hold? “What’s up with you? You’re acting super fucking weird.”

“Am I?” He laughs, yanking you in his old room - no one has occupied it yet it seems, it was for the head of the frat and they probably haven’t appointed one yet.

“Sukuna, you’re acting… jealous?” You whisper, he scowls down at you, locking the door to one of the rooms then, arm on the other side of you as he is pressing you against the door, making you gasp.

“You didn’t like them, those guys, did you?” He whispers angrily, you blink a bit, biting your lower lip, he tugs it out from under your teeth. “Did you?”

“Would you be mad if I did? Aren’t me and you just… hooking up?” You murmur, earning a deeper glare, as your heart races.

“Once. We hooked up once, brat.”

“Once. You didn’t want more, right?”

“You didn’t want more.”

“Says who!?”

“You never messaged me… you…” He trails off, cursing now, and the two of you just stare at each other, your breasts rising and falling with your breaths, as Sukuna’s hands tighten on your face now, cupping it tightly. “Did you just want it once?”

“What do you think?” You answer back, hand slipping over his bare chest now, and then he slams his lips on yours, tongue ring clicking against the roof of your mouth when it dives inside, huge hands cupping your face even tighter. You whine into his lips, body aching. “So do you want more than once?”

“The fuck do you think?” He takes your hand, putting it right on his cock, throbbing and hard, you brush your hand against it, earning his moan.

“Then say you want it again.” You’re taunting him, nerdy fucking brat, he scowls as he tilts your chin up.

“You talk a lot of shit. Think it’s time to get all your attention focused on me now, huh?”

“How you gonna do that - ah!” Sukuna’s on his fucking knees in front of you, making you tremble, breaths coming so fast you cant function, when he lifts up your skirt, looking up at you with dilated eyes almost black, fingering the fishnet stockings you’re wearing - they have no right looking that good on your thighs. “Sukuna?”

“Hold your fucking skirt up, brat. Now.” You blink again, lost at the giant man slipping your panties down your thighs, moaning when your pussy is in his face. “Fuck, knew it would be pretty but… fuck you for it being that pretty.”

“Fuck me for it!? What’re you even doing down there!” You’re yanking at his hair, and he chuckles now, lapping his tongue along your inner thigh, watching as your pussy drools out.

“What do you think I’m doing? Gonna lick every thought of anyone from your pretty fucking head,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh again, you gasp. “Haven’t you been eaten out?”

“I have, just… you… you do that?” He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks under those pink lashes at you.

“Of course I do, ya didn’t give me a chance last time, jumping my dick like a slutty little brat.”

“You- oh!” You’re gonna talk shit, but when Ryomen Sukuna licks up your slit then, tongue ring flicking on your clit, you lose any words. “Mnh!”

You almost say you love him from one fucking lick, one wicked stripe of his wet, hot tongue between your lips.

“Nothing smart to say, brat?” He whispers, breath hot against your cunt while he holds your folds open with his thick fingers. You can’t respond, you arch your hips now, resting your shoulders back against the door, silently pleading for more. Sukuna moans softly, flicking his tongue again. “How about you be nice, say please?”

“Please,” you let out breathlessly, and Sukuna buries his fucking face against your cunt then, drowning himself in your sweet taste, your heat, while he listens to your moans mixing with the blaring music of the party, just an echo, his heart racing in his ears as your cunt gushes down him, messy as fuck. “S’kuna mnh!”

You can’t even say his name he muses, palming his erection over his pants, he can hardly stand it, he’d tasted you before off his fingers but this was more intense, the sweetness pouring as he tries to catch it. He looks up at you, your head falling forward, feels you trembling, while you crumple that skirt in one hand, the other balancing on his shoulder.

Sukuna’s tongue slots itself into your eager hole, already pulsing around the wet muscle, curling up wickedly and hitting your spot with that fucking barbell, you scream out hoarsely, head slamming the door as he does. He has you cumming with two more flicks, as his nose bumps right against your engorged, twitchy little clit, your whines and grinding hips urging him on, drawing that orgasm out.

You’re shivering, hips bucking up to fuck his face, wanton and fucking insane how you work them, greedy, pulling at his hair now. “Sukuna!”

“Mmh, you’re so easy f’me, huh?” you want to talk shit, but his tongue flicks and swirls your clit, as your thigh brushes the soft silk of his kimono, and you can’t take it, how fucking good it feels. “Say it, and I’ll let you cum again.”

“Easy… ah!” He’s moaning now, sucking your clit into his hot mouth, vibrating it with his own moans, your skirt falls so he shoves it back up, but your hands have entangled in his pink hair, while he’s devouring all the juices pouring from your slutty little hole, all over his handsome face. “S’Kuna…”

“Can’t even say my name, huh?” He murmurs, pulling back, his face coated in you, the sight should be embarrassing, but instead it’s so sexy you whine out, he smirks - having you whimper this time, when he stands, you wobble. “Can’t stand up brat?”

“Fuck… shut up…” he’s taunting you, but he’s right, he has to wrap an arm around your hips, bending low and running his two fingers up your sensitive slit, watching as your eyes roll back, feeling you tremble in his hold. “Kuna…”

“Not my name, tch.” You’re delirious when he’s pumped his fingers deep, curling in your quivering walls. “Take them off. Now, get on the bed.”

You are not one to take orders, you scowl at first, but when he’s slid two of his fingers in your mouth, and has a thigh between yours, you’re grinding on it, desperate, soaking his pants now. He’s kissing you again, before pulling back, turning you around and unzipping the back of your skirt.

“Do I have to undress you, brat? Where’s all the shit talking? Keeping up with your freak, hmm?” He’s taunting you even as his hands shake, when your skirt slips down, and your head falls back, whining out. “You don’t talk shit when you cum, is that when your pretty mouth shuts?”

“Shut my mouth, Sukuna.” He groans, kissing down across the side of your neck, tugging your top down, then up over your head, turning you as the skirt pools around your heels. He is stunned when he sees your body, swallowing nervously, tracing the swell of your breasts, the nip of your waist, the jut of your hips in wonder.

You’re nervous, him seeing you fully, but his eyes are bright rubies when they hungrily make their way up your face. Your hands slip to his body, slipping off the black kimono, revealing his body fully, so sculpted it’s ridiculous, you lean forward, kissing along a tattoo on his chest, over a thick pectoral muscle, and he huffs, hand entangling in your hair.

“You’re fucking…” he doesn’t know how to say it, fuck.

He’s never said that.

“Hot?” You tease, kissing lower, unbuckling his belt as you do. “You’re gorgeous, fuck…”

“Me? Tch.” You nod, and he sighs now, swallowing a bit, tilting your chin up and making you pull away from kissing across his tattoos. “You’re beautiful, brat, okay?”

“I am?” You blink a bit, and he sighs, nodding, jaw tensing so hard there’s a vein popping out. “Oh Sukuna… thank you…”

“Shut up.” You blink in confusion at him, but he’s already picked you up, your arms wrap his strong neck, as his huge hands hold you. “Don’t fucking dance with anyone.”

“Like… tonight?” You ask curiously, he snorts, shaking his head and carrying you over to a huge bed, one he used to sleep in, sitting you on it and brushing your hair back.

“Like not at all.” Your blush decorates your cheeks, as you bite your lower lip.

“Do you like me, Sukuna?” Your question makes him laugh, a huge tattooed hand cupping the side of your face and leaning down.

“Do I like you?” You nod then, suddenly shy for running it like you do, and he sighs, brushing your hair back as you tug at his pants, going to stroke his cock and eliciting that soft whimper of his that wrecks you. “Yes, I like you… alot. Okay!?”

“You sound so mad about it.” You tease, stroking him slowly, over those veins that wrap his pretty, heavy cock, and he sighs, snatching your hand now.

“And you, brat, huh? Do you like me, baby?” He whispers, flipping you around, your ass arching up and out, two fingers slipping back inside your hole, stretching you out, making your head fall back as you arch for more.

“Y-yes, I do, ngh!” He pauses then, cock slapping your ass so fucking heavy, precum drizzling across your ass cheeks, dancing messy on your skin.

“Shit, you like me?” His surprised words hit even your horny ass, high ass brain, you look back, getting up on your knees, reaching a hand back around to him now, he leans forward, sighing, cupping you under your chin.

“Yes, I really do. I thought… maybe you didn’t?” He shakes his head, he’s not sure the word ‘like’ covers what he feels, but for now it’ll suffice. “As more than a friend?”

“I don’t do that to friends,” he murmurs, kissing you again, fingers running along your slit. “Don’t bury my face in my friends.”

“Then… more than that?” He nods a bit, and you melt, pressing back against him as he wraps his strong arms around you. “I’d like that too - I’d also like your cock in me.”

“Cock hungry brat, can’t have a fucking moment, huh?” You giggle, and the sound wrecks him, he’s kissing you again, tip sliding on your folds. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside you.”

“So do it…” Your answer to his insane statements is to get in the perfect arch for him, he moans as you do.

“Fuck, you sure?” You nod, hands clinging to the blankets while you soak his tip, gushing down in a soppy, squelching mess to the bed. “I’m not going easy on you this time, slutty cunt can take it huh?”

“I won’t go easy either, gonna have you whimper - ah!” Sukuna’s slid inside your cunt in a deep stroke, and without the condom you feel every fucking bit of his cock, from that fat, musroomed tip, to every vein in your slick, gummy walls. “Sukuna!”

“Fuck, loosen up,” he huffs, smacking on your ass cheek, you gasp as he groans, trying not to cum while you grip him so tight. “Now, brat.”

“I c-can’t, shit… ah!” You’re shaking as he slips out, then back inside, feeling so fucking delicious in your cunt you moan, glasses falling right off your face as he fucks into you harder now, slamming and bullying his thick cock deep inside you, so full you feel like you’re splitting apart, still wearing those heels and thigh highs, the sight of them right under your ass taking him the fuck out.

“Fuck, feel you, gonna remember my shape, aren’t you?” He huffs, as he fucks inside you, leaning over you now, hand on the mattress, gripping the blankets right next to you, veins raising from the back of his tattooed hands while his leaky tip drools on your cervix. You gasp out, whining when he stuffs you, his other hand cupping under your chin. “Asked you a question.”

“Conceited,” you huff, only earning him slamming inside your cunt, you’re blinded when he does, gasping out, ass arching for more of his brutal thrusts while he gives you the most wicked backshots, the sounds of skin slapping echoing and filling your ears, the party long since faded. “F-fuck, ah!”

“Like me, huh? She doesn’t like me, she loves me, doesn’t she?” He’s whispering in your ear, you weakly nod, you’re not typically submissive, but for him you want to be, when he rolls his hips up just so and hits your spot, you scream out at it. “Say it.”

“No… mnh!” He flips you then, right before you’re about to cum, making you whine, picking your thigh up and pulling it high, your heel and stockings ripped off, one by one, until your legs are bare, and the heel of your foot is against his chest. Like this, him hovering over you, cock prodding your soppy entrance, it’s way too intimate.

Like wasn’t a good enough term.

Fucked up over him was better.

“Wanna watch me fuck your guts up, huh? Bet you haven’t had that have you, cock ruin your fucking insides?” He’s possessive, feral as he looks down, you’ve put your glasses on all askew, he tenderly fixes them before tilting your chin down to watch your cunt make his cock disappear. “God…”

He can’t take it, how sexy it is to see the bulge slowly form as he shoves his thick ten inches as much as he can, between your puffy lips, while you watch him, lips parted, glasses slipping back down your nose again, covered with a sheen of sweat. “Oh…”

You’re watching it, the bulge, ridiculous as he fucks into you so slow, leaning over you and making your leg press up higher, a hand on the back of your thigh, he eyes your face again, as he slips in deeper, till he’s stuffed you far too full. You’re struggling to take him at this angle, deeper, slower strokes, fucking you up with every single one, your eyes going crossed then.

“Wanna see your pretty eyes,” he murmurs, taking them off, setting them aside and leaning low over you now. “Can you see me, blind little brat?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” He kisses you again, while he’s bending you in half, fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, your stomach, fuck your throat, all of it, he’s ruining your cunt until she will just know his shape and you can’t say you mind, not when he slams hard, and you feel your body tense. “Kuna, please…”

“What, brat, need to cum?” He whispers, saliva breaking apart in a thin, gossamer string as the filthy sounds of his cock wrecking your squelching cunt fill the room. “Say please, huh?”

“Please, mnh! Kuna, please,” Sukuna reaches down, like he already knows your body after two fuck sessions, finding your twitchy little clit and leaning up, rubbing little circles and angling his hips just so, your orgasm hits you so hard, already sensitive from his tongue, his mouth, those fingers.

“That’s it, cum all on me, make a fuckin’ mess,” he murmurs, but in his head he’s already mad with one thought.

His.

You weren’t dancing or talking or smoking with another dude, ever the fuck again - he knows enough people, he can make sure of it too, watching your eyes roll back, that mouth in a slutty O as your cunt starts milking him then. He sucks in a breath, now laying his heavy weight on you, mean strokes hitting so hard and deep the smacks keep echoing as you’re so fucking full.

“Slutty hole wants all my cum, huh? Should I fill you the fuck up, have you drip me the rest of this fucking party?” Sukuna’s eyes are so dark with his blown out pupils, all you can see is black with red rings around them, as he grips your hip bruising. “Can’t even talk? That pathetic huh? Thought I had to match your freak, brat.”

“Mnh…” You wanna talk back but he’s fucking you from one orgasm into another, and all you can manage is a - ‘cum in me’ - which pushes him over the edge.

“Yeah, can you take all this cum, baby?”

Baby.

It’s echoing - Sukuna, your plug, the most popular dude there is, is sweet talking you and rolling his hips. One moment it’s ‘fucking slutty cunt, feel her’ the next it’s - ‘so pretty, look at you’. The mix of filthy, nasty words and sweet whispers, and brutal strokes that ruin your cunt and tender caresses is too much, he’s too much, you can’t formulate words, a girl who's never at a loss for them.

“I c-can take it,” you whisper finally, eyes locking, and then he moans, lifting your thighs up high, shoving them until they’re flushed with your breasts, smushed as his weight presses on your thighs, and he starts fucking his veiny, slick cock harder and harder.

“Yeah? Beg for it, huh?” you bite your lip, glaring. “Beg for me to fill this perfect little cunt, be the only one to.”

“P-possessive… psycho…” he’s chuckling, like he’s really fucking lost it, slamming in one more time. “Beg m-me, huh?”

“Fuck,” he’s done with your ass, you’re literally so annoying, but he also is fucking loving it, your attitude even as he has you bent and folded in half. “Tiny little cunt, bet she can’t.”

“I can, f-fuck… just… cum in me- stop talking and - ah!” He’s done when you demand it like that, when your nails press into his biceps, his head falls back as he feels his release, so much cum, despite jerking it all week it’s been building up, waiting for you. “Sukuna!”

“God, feel her, milking every bit, greedy, slutty,” he murmurs, kissing you over and over, barbell massaging your tongue, his huge hands slipping your thighs down as his ropes of white cum paint your walls. “Fuck…”

“Mnh…” You’re weak, head falling to the side for his kisses, thighs shaking violently when he moves again. “Sukuna!”

“Mmm, never wanna fucking leave your pussy, god.” He keeps kissing and slowly pumping, your nails tear into his back, and he loves it, groaning, hoping you leave your marks as he sucks on the base of your neck, lapping up sweat off your skin.

“You cum so much, holy…” He pulls back, grinning as he leans up, kissing your lips sweetly for just a moment, then glaring.

“You’re my girlfriend now, got it?”

You giggle, breathless, brushing a lock of his pink hair back. “Am I now? Not even gonna ask me?”

His brows lower, ruby eyes narrowing. “Nope. I do have a question…”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna smoke?” You grin, nodding, and Sukuna dips, for a moment you panic, but he’s soon back with water bottles and his bag of weed, while you’re in the bathroom cleaning up. He comes behind you in the mirror, wrapping an arm under your breasts and groaning. “God, look at you.”

You turn, leaning up as he leans down, kissing you again, soon the two of you are lounging in the bed, half dressed and laughing, as he inhales the blunt and turns to his side, studying you seriously for a moment, everything feels so comfy and perfect with him, heady. “What is it?”

“Just… you’re really pretty covered in me.” He murmurs, you flush, eyeing the marks on your thighs, your breasts, taking the blunt from his fingers and inhaling it into your mouth, gesturing for him.

He leans forward, and you blow the smoke into his mouth, he lets it fill his lungs and moans, big hands gripping the narrow of your waist, thumbs brushing under the swells of your breasts. He sucks in the smoke now, exhaling, when he takes the blunt again, sighing, brushing your hair back with his free hand.

“You’re still not getting free weed, you know.”

You scoff, glaring as he grins wide. “You are a jerk!”

“Just saying, you gotta pay. Maybe a small discount.”

“A discount!? You just came inside me.” He laughs now, husky with his smirk, laying back on his arm, bent under his head, inhaling again.

“Hmm, yeah I did, didn’t I? Okay, a good discount.”

“Psh!” You shove at his big body, when he pins you down, sighing and slipping up your skirt.

“Tch, fucked her up, huh?” He leans down, pressing bites, sharp along your thighs, you gasp out, feeling dizzy and weak, cunt throbbing from him still. “She’s wasting all that cum.”

“Wasting, what- oh fuck.” He’s got two fingers shoving his sticky cum back in your abused hole, inhaling the blunt and blowing the smoke right on your clit then, you’re arching your back, hips bucking up. “What the… mnh…”

He sucks his fingers, handing you the blunt, you’re blushing as he makes his way back between your thighs. You inhale the blunt now, letting it hit deep as Ryomen Sukuna’s tongue ring collects the milky white cum oozing from your cunt now.

“Hmm,” you earn a glare when you decide to put your glasses on his face. “You look hot, imagine - Nerd Kuna. Ow!”

Sukuna bites your clit, the glasses looking far too sexy on him, and watches you giggle, making his heart race. “Only nerd here is you.”

“Mnh, Sukuna…” He’s lapping at you more and more, the clicking and squishing of your cunt as he cleans up the mess he’s made, all while your glasses on his face are fogging up.

He puts out your blunt, back inside you, spitting his cum and yours in your mouth, tongues swapping it so messy together, big hand wrapped around your throat, bringing you with him to cum over and over, and you realize that night, in your fifth or so round - You think you might just be in love with your plug.

I had wayyy too much fun, hope you all enjoyed ittt hehe

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[xxgoldie]

happy little accidents

in which you accidentally send your nudes to lighter, and he definitely feels completely normal about it a/n: pls excuse the random letters that refuse to italicise, tumblr post editor hates me. notes: lighter x fem!reader (reader wears lingerie + one mention of boobs, otherwise pretty gn), mature (MDNI!!!), nudes (duh), mentions of rough sex, mentions of light bondage, kinda accidental voyeurism ig? wc: 1.1k

Y/N: [2 image attachments] what do you think?

A small smile makes its way onto Lighter's face when he saw your name pop up on his phone. Normally, he'd force it away - didn't exactly need people asking who had the Red Scarf grinning at his phone like that - but you'd caught him alone for once, resting on his bed after a long day. So he let himself smile, wondering what you'd sent him this time as he unlocked his phone - maybe pretty photos of the sky, or you were struggling to choose a drink at the convenience store, or you'd impulsively rearranged your room again. Corny as it was, it always made his heart skip a beat that it was him you thought of in those mundane little moments-

His heart skipped a different kind of beat when he opened your message.

Two mirror selfies, one facing forward, one in which you stretched to show your back. In both, you wore nothing but a gorgeous lingerie set, shocking red in lace and satin, a bra and panties and a sinful little garter belt...

In an instant, Lighter's thoughts were spiralling with questions and perverted fantasies. Why on earth were you sending him that? Not that he was complaining - he'd imagined you without your clothes more times than he cared to admit, and this was somehow better than any of his daydreams. Did Knock-Knock send screenshot notifications? Were these photos an invitation? A single word from you and he'd be there - he could fuck you right in front of that mirror, watch the bounce of your pretty ass and the way he'd make your eyes roll at the same time. A quick search told him that no, Knock-Knock didn't send screenshot notifications. Two clicks and the images were in his camera roll, quick future access to his personal slice of heaven. Shit, the red of that lingerie was basically the same shade as his scarf. Had you done that on purpose? You'd look so good in just that set and the scarf around your neck. Or he could tie it around your wrists, keep your hands attached to the bed as he pounded you into the mattress. Fuck, he should probably respond. What was he meant to say? Should he tell you what he was thinking about? That he was imagining taking you from behind, those crimson panties pulled to the side, no way he'd take them off when you'd dressed up so pretty for him-

Y/N: HOLY SHIT WRONG PERSON I'M SO SORRY

Okay. Maybe not for him.

For the second time in as many minutes, you sent Lighter's thoughts spiralling. Who did you intend to send those photos to if not him? Not that he expected you to send him raunchy photos, but he didn't think you were seeing anyone. He liked to think you'd have told him, even if it wasn't serious. Had he overestimated how close you were? Or was there some other reason - did you not think he'd approve? Well, not that Lighter would truly approve of any partner that wasn't himself, but you didn't know that. As long as they treated you well, he would be happy for you. Did they not treat you well? The mere thought had him clenching his fists with the sudden desire to throttle someone. And the tent in his pants wasn't exactly helping him clear his head, especially when the beautiful cause for it was still on his screen. And the intended recipient of those photos was the nameless, faceless mystery he was in the mood to throttle.

Crap. He still hadn't responded to you. You probably thought he'd left you on read.

Y/N: i meant to ask lucy for advice on the set ur names are next to each other i'm so sorry again, u did not need to see that

Right. Lucy often gave you advice on clothes - on the times you joined him in the city, you were constantly texting her pictures of clothes you saw in shop windows, wondering if you should buy them. And it made sense - the fact he got a full view of your body between the two photos was just a heavenly side effect of you trying to show both sides of the set. This didn't mean there wasn't someone else in mind with the lingerie, but at least you hadn't meant to send those photos to some asshole who you couldn't even tell him about.

But, more pressingly, he still had to respond. You'd sent Lighter six messages now, and he'd opened them immediately and not said anything the whole time. Not even typing. Just staring at the photos of your boobs like the lovestruck, horny idiot he was. He told himself to get a grip.

He had to be chill about it. He could tell you were freaking out a little on the other end of the phone - he just had to let you know it was okay, that you hadn't made anything weird. Without any hints to the fact he was picturing every possible dirty scenario that involved you, him and that pretty lace.

you're all good, don't stress about it

Shit. That came out way too dismissive. He should have addressed the situation more. Or would that be weird? Lighter was struck by the realisation that, for maybe the first time ever, he had no idea what to say to you. Words always flowed with you, even when you had his heart thumping in his chest; conversation had always been as easy as breathing. Though, to be totally fair, this whole situation was making breathing a bit more difficult too.

Y/N: thank u T^T this is so embarrassing fr

The message had served its purpose, at least. The two of you could move on with your lives. But there was still that itch he couldn't scratch; the guilt of enjoying the accident so much without you knowing, coupled with a desperate feeling that an opportunity was passing him by.

Lighter's fingers were flying across the keyboard in an instant, lurid compliments backspaced and overcorrected with praise that was far too chaste for the situation, then back in the other direction. He couldn't exactly tell you that he was thinking about fucking you so hard you'd leave scratches down his back the same beautiful scarlet as your bra, but calling pictures like that 'cute' would probably be insulting. The respectful balance he was looking for seemed just out of reach.

Eventually, he settled on something, finger hovering over the send button a little too long until he muttered a quick "fuck it", sending the message before the inevitable panic could set in.

if it's not weird to say, you look gorgeous in it

bonus!!

lighter's the kind of guy to send a risky text and immediately throw his phone into a river bc he got nervous abt how you'd respond

[cece693]

You're Just Jealous of Me

pairing: the salvatore brothers x male reader tags: reader knows he's manipulative and a slut, you just don't care tbh, Elena has an aneurysm from not being the main character, the brothers know they're getting played, you're just that hot/beautiful/perfect for them to give you up, Elena bashing, no incest

"I can't believe you." Elena exclaimed, her eyes growing misty as you were getting ready to head out with Damon on a date. It hadn't even been a week since they broke up (something about her needing stability or some other bullshit) and you didn't care. All that mattered was getting through yet another 'poor me' moment without killing her and making it seem like an accident.

Seriously, what did your sister expect? That Damon was going to stay single for the rest of his days until she made a fucking choice between him and Stefan? Perhaps some of her betrayal stemmed from the fact that Stefan had also rejected her ass and had made it clear he didn't feel anything for her anymore. So now poor Elena had no one while you played with both brothers.

And it wasn't even 'playing' per se if they knew about the whole situation. You could fuck any of them, and they'll be fine with it—a thing you made clear to them when this whole thing started. You liked both brothers, but having to choose just one was unfair—they both had traits that attracted you, and if you couldn't have both, then you'll settle for nothing. Like eager children they agreed. The arrangement was abnormal to others, but for you it worked—you dated both brothers, they still hated each other (entertaining fights arising from their competitiveness on who you liked more, who was 'rocking' your world, etc.) Simple really.

"Save the tears for the pillow, sister. I’m really not in the mood—nor will I ever be—to entertain your pity parties." Pulling on one of Damon’s leather jackets, you smirked. You were a sight to behold—not only would Damon be eager to rip the clothes off you, but half the population would, too.

It was fun stirring the pot, watching Damon bare his teeth at anyone who thought they stood a chance. Jealousy was his kryptonite, and while a part of you hated targeting one of his insecurities, you always reassured him in bed of your devotion, loyalty, and love.

Yes, because at the end of the day, you loved both Salvatore brothers. This wasn't just some passing fantasy, nor was it some revenge scheme against your sister (though you did love tormenting her with the fact that you were dating the two). You were willing to throw away your human life to become a vampire—to spend eternity by their side.

"Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to cause this!" Now there was the Elena you knew all too well—the one who constantly placed themselves as the victim, putting blame unto you because who could ever hate a girl who lost her parents?

You let out a humorless laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “You really want to go there?” you snap, not bothering to hide the derision in your voice. “Fine. For starters, you’ve always made Jeremy and me feel like shit, and the few times you did act like a decent human being were just so you didn’t look like a total bitch.”

“That’s not true!” she protests, anger tightening her features.

“It is, Elena,” you spit back. “When our parents died, you didn’t do a damn thing to help us cope. You were so wrapped up in your own grief, your own fucking melodrama, that you never once checked on Jeremy or me—unless, of course, it was to nag us about how we were coping. When Jeremy started doing drugs, you freaked the fuck out. Not because you cared, but because you were afraid of how it might make you look. God forbid anyone sees that the 'perfect' Elena Gilbert can’t keep her family together or help her brother kick his drug habit.”

She flinches, but you weren't done. Oh, no. You were just beginning to go down the list of why you hated her ass. "Then, when I began to hook up with Damon, you acted like I was the cause of our parents death—no, that's on you because Elena couldn't help herself and got drunk, needing a ride home at midnight. Sleeping with Damon was like I'd personally betray you."

Her cheeks flush crimson. “Well, you did! You—”

“I did what, Elena?” You take a step forward, towering over her. “I moved on? Found something that might actually make me happy? Meanwhile, you’ve been stringing both Damon and Stefan along for God knows how long. You made your choice—you dumped Damon, tried getting back with Stefan, when he told you to fuck off, you tried going back to Damon and he said the same thing. So now you’re standing here, arms crossed, lip trembling, trying to put the blame on me because you lost your backup plan.”

Her lips press into a thin line, eyes brimming with tears. But you’ve seen this act before—she’ll blink prettily, glance away like a wounded animal, and wait for you to console her. Only this time, you won't.

“You are an asshole,” she hisses, eyes narrowed into slits. “He was mine first.”

That makes you laugh, a harsh sound echoing off the hallway walls. “Right...possessive much? People aren’t property, Elena. He’s not a damn handbag you lend out when it suits you. If Damon wants to be with me, that’s his call. And if I want to keep him, that’s mine.”

She trembles, either from anger or heartbreak—you can’t tell, and frankly, you don’t care. “Why would you do this?” she asks again, her voice cracking. “What have I ever done—”

You rolled your eyes so hard you got a slight headache. "Did you even listen to me? I have every reason to hate you, so does Jeremy and the rest of Mystic Falls. Those who continue to stand by you are either stupid or hope they'll get some attention from your desperate ass. I'm done. I’m done letting you guilt-trip me. I’m done tiptoeing around your precious feelings. I’m fucking over it, Elena.”

Just then, Damon appears in the doorway, that trademark smirk on his face. “Ready?” he asks, taking in the tension between you two. His gaze flicks to the tears glistening in her eyes before returning to you. “I’m guessing we’re skipping the family therapy session?”

“Therapy? More like the mandatory guilt trip, which I’ve politely declined.”

Elena’s voice wavers, “Damon, how can you just—”

He cuts her off with a raised hand, posture casual but his eyes dangerously dark. “Stop, Elena. What we had is over. You made that choice before, remember? I’m done letting you waltz in and out of my life whenever it’s convenient for you.” You can practically feel the hatred radiating off her in waves. She’s not used to being shut down, especially not by Damon, the semi-reformed bad boy who once hung on her every word. It must sting. Oh, well. Her loss.

“As much as I loved talking to you, sister, I do believe we're running late. Don't wait up and please, if you're going to continue crying, leave my room. Keep wallowing if you want. Hell, cry yourself a fucking river. Just don’t stain my carpet.” Without another glance at Elena, you brush past Damon, and he steps aside for you to lead. He follows, closing the door behind you both, leaving your sister alone in her silence.

You descend the porch steps and greet the night air with a sigh of relief, reveling in the silence that isn’t tainted by Elena’s incessant whining. Damon slips an arm around your shoulders, guiding you toward his car parked beneath a streetlamp. His touch is warm, confident—like he’s proud of the chaos you’ve left behind.

“She’ll get over it,” he says, glancing at you with one of those trademark smirks that used to make Elena weak at the knees. Now, it just fuels your own sense of dark satisfaction.

“She’d better,” you mutter. “I’m not putting up with her drama anymore. If she wants to play the victim, she can do it alone. I’ve got better things to do.”

Damon’s grin widens. “That’s the spirit. So, where are we headed, anyway? We never actually nailed down the specifics.”

You shrug, placing an arm around his waist and snuggling closer to his side. “Anywhere but here. Got a craving for something stiff—drink or otherwise.” The innuendo doesn’t slip past him. His eyes flash with interest, and you can’t deny that thrill you get from watching Damon Salvatore light up over you instead of your sister.

“Sounds like the Grill for starters,” he suggests with a casual tilt of his head. “They might have a halfway decent bourbon I can drown myself in. As for the ‘otherwise,’ well…” He lets the sentence hang, the possibility of later events sparking arousal for the both of you.

You’re about to respond when you spot Stefan leaning against Damon's Camaro. Typical. Even without super-hearing, you know he’s probably caught every word you exchanged with Elena. Damned vampires. "What are you doing here?" Damon was the first who spoke, hand tightening over your body. As if he was a child preventing his favorite toy to be taken away from him.

"Nothing, really. I was just walking around the neighborhood and saw your car parked. But now that I see you're here with my boyfriend, I guess I have time to join you two at the grill."

"Our boyfriend."

You simply laugh at Stefan’s innocent tone, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. Just a few minutes ago, you were telling off Elena and storming out of the house. Now you’re pinned between two vampires—both of whom are technically yours, and you are theirs. Welcome to the wonderful, fucked-up world of Mystic Falls.

“‘Our’ boyfriend,” you echo, looking from Stefan to Damon. “Are you two seriously going to argue semantics right now? Pick a damn fight over who saw me first?” A scoff escapes you as you shrug off Damon’s possessive grip just enough to stand on your own. You’re not some chew toy they get to tug-of-war over.

Stefan cocks a brow, his expression cool but laced with a hint of smugness. “I’m not here to fight,” he says, his gaze flicking to Damon. “Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t excluded. Last time I checked, this was a joint arrangement.”

Damon’s jaw clenches. Clearly, he remembers crashing your date with Stefan last week—and how you’d had to smooth over the tension in ways that involved very little clothing and a lot of apologizing on his part. “We’re not excluding you, Saint Stefan. But we do have plans that don’t involve your pensive brooding.”

Stefan straightens, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, so your plan is to get drunk at the Grill and then…whatever else…” He waves a hand dismissively, “doesn’t appeal to me?” He tilts his head in mock curiosity. “You sure about that?”

You snort. “Children, please. If you both really wanted to rip each other’s heads off, you’d have done it ages ago. Let’s just go. All this talk is making my head hurt.”

Damon lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “Fine. But if Stefan starts preaching about morality or—God forbid—Elena, I’m leaving him to pay the tab.”

Stefan’s smirk grows. “I’d pick a better conversation starter than Elena, trust me.”

You give an unimpressed half-smile. “Don’t even mention her name. As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t exist unless she’s blocking my path to a stiff drink.”

That shuts both of them up. They exchange a quick glance—some silent vampire communication or whatever—then Damon jerks his head toward the passenger door. “Shotgun’s yours,” he says to you, ever the gentleman when it comes to seating. To Stefan, he adds begrudgingly, “Guess you can squeeze into the back...or the trunk.”

Stefan’s lip twitches like he’s fighting off a retort, but he says nothing. Instead, he silently moves to the rear door. You can’t help but grin. It’s absurd that they both share you yet still bicker like five-year-olds over the smallest shit. But hey, maybe that’s part of the charm.

Once inside Damon’s Camaro, you sink into the leather seat, adjusting your legs as you feel Stefan’s presence behind you. The tension is thick—crackling with desire, frustration, and that constant competition. You kind of love it. Damon revs the engine, and the car peels away from the curb.

“Any chance we can make this a quick pit stop at the Grill?” you say, your gaze shifting between them. “I need something to eat, maybe a drink or two, but I’m not really in the mood to fraternize with the entire damn town.”

Damon flicks you a sidelong glance. “Someone’s impatient. Looking to skip straight to dessert, sweetheart?”

A grin tugs at your lips. “I’d just rather not get cornered by whichever idiot wants the latest gossip on Elena’s meltdown.”

Stefan leans forward, resting his forearms on the front seats. “We can be in and out in under thirty minutes. Grab some wings, maybe a bourbon—or three—and leave.” He lowers his voice suggestively. “After that, I wouldn’t mind some privacy.”

Damon makes a sound of reluctant agreement. “Deal. But don’t whine when you realize your tolerance is way lower than mine, Brother.”

Stefan just smirks. “Don’t worry about me, Damon. Worry about yourself.”

The quick banter settles into a charged silence as the lights of Mystic Falls blur by. The neon sign of the Grill soon comes into view, and Damon maneuvers into a parking spot with practiced ease.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mutter, pushing the car door open. “I’m not about to waste my entire night entertaining half-drunk townspeople.”

Stepping onto the sidewalk, you can already see a few familiar faces through the window—Caroline, Matt, maybe Tyler. You can’t be bothered to care. The only drama you want tonight is the kind that ends in moans, not tears. And if Elena hasn’t slithered over here yet, you might just get your way.

Damon slides an arm around your waist possessively again, and Stefan eyes the gesture with an annoyance that’s as old as time. You sigh inwardly. No matter how many times you remind them you belong to both, they still can’t help but try to stake their separate claims. Vampire pride, maybe.

As you head inside, the ambient chatter and smell of bar food envelop you. A few heads turn—this is Mystic Falls, after all, and you’re making a very public entrance with both Salvatores. Let them stare. Let them talk.

“Your usual table?” Damon asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you say. “Let’s just grab a seat and order. I’m fucking starving.”

The three of you slip into a booth. Damon slides in beside you, Stefan on the opposite side. A cute server looks mildly flustered as she hands out menus. You can see her eyes flick between Damon and Stefan, likely recalling the messy history each has with Elena. If she notices you’re with them in a more intimate sense, she doesn’t comment. Probably for the best.

“So,” Damon says, flipping open the menu, “bourbon and wings? Or do we want to start with something stronger?”

Stefan doesn’t bother with the menu. “I’ll have what you’re having,” he says with a forced casualness, drumming his fingers on the table. He’s clearly aware eyes are on you three. You can practically feel the tension rolling off him—like he’s waiting for the next potential disaster.

You roll your eyes at the both of them. “Bourbon’s fine. Then if someone pisses me off, we can move on to whiskey shots until I forget this entire night.”

Damon flashes that trademark smirk. “You, pissed off? Shocking.”

Stefan snorts, finally cracking a faint smile. “I’m sure we’ll manage to avoid any drama.”

A short, barking laugh leaves you. “In this town? With the three of us in the same damn booth? Doubtful.”

But you push aside the building dread. Because at least you’re here on your terms, Elena’s sob story is miles away, and you have both Salvatores at your side—bickering, sure, but ultimately yours. And that realization, twisted as it might be, makes a satisfied grin curl your lips. With a raised brow, you signal the server for your order. Let the vultures talk, let Elena sulk. You’ve got bigger, better things to do tonight—and two vampires to do them with.

“Bring on the bourbon,” you say, leaning back. “I’ve got all fucking night.”

[pupyuj]

dubcon pervy! g!p gym trainer yujin who touches you on parts she’s not supposed to?🤤 you’d be bent over the equipment and she’d press her hard cock against you with her fingers ghosting right above your breasts but that’s ok cuz she’s only correcting your form, right? right??!? it goes on for many sessions but you were a bit dumb to realize her advances :( so one day as she instructs you to do a stretcg that bends you over and gives her a delicious view of your ass, she loses all self-control, pushes your head against the yoga mat, and fucks you from behind hard and nasty like a rabid dog😫she’s been restraining herself for soooo long! and poor you couldn’t do anything but take her big cock cuz she was too strong (grabbing both of your wrists behind your back) :( both of you go on fucking in different positions, on every gym equipment, nonstop. and did i mention, you were a dumb virgin :( and it only turned yujin on even more when you were crying and begging her to stop bc you were unfamiliar with this (extremely good) sensation stirring up in your stomach :((( poor reader has never even touched herself before :( and all yujin wanted to do was to corrupt you😵‍💫

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this ask has been rotting in my drafts for months omg apologies 🍒 anon 😭😭💔 as always one can never go wrong with pervy yuj 🤓

[cw: dubcon.]

totally into the idea of this yujinnie here being someone you’ve actually known beforehand like maybe she’s an older sibling’s friend or smth so you feel super comfortable around her and is thus blind to anything weird she does to you 😵‍💫 bcs as far as you know that’s just who yujin is: affectionate and naturally touchy-feely with people that she knows! ofc that made it especially easy for her to get away with doing pervy things such as very very sexual comments about your body that she passed off as either jokes or ‘really specific compliments’, briefly brushing her hands against your boobs, touching your ass, etc. 🫣 and the touching doesn’t even stop outside of your one-on-one meetings! seriously, how could you be so stupid to ignore how her hand always rested so suspiciously low whenever she had an arm wrapped around your waist… she was almost disappointed that it was all too easy but you were still so pretty that she needed to fuck you 😳😳

she was hoping to slowly push you into wanting her back just so nobody can tell her shit about abusing her ‘position’ over you as this mentor figure, but one day you just showed up in a particularly skimpy outfit and that was the last straw for her! all morals out the window 😭 and it didn’t help that yujin hadn’t gotten off for days too.. it was perfect! yujinnie watching with bated breath while you were doing your cute little warm-up stretches, she didn’t care to hide her hard-on anymore because why would she?? you’ll get to see her dick in a matter of minutes anyway 🥰 but as morbidly horny yujin was, she doesn’t get to it right away! she had some manners! 😤 she helps you out with a few workouts as per usual, shares a few jokes and conversations here and there, she even showed you some pictures of her little puppy just to get you nice and comfortable… then you were finally laying on your back on a yoga mat while yujin towered above you, ‘helping’ you with some sit-ups although that wasn’t something that was in your routine before…

ah, yujinnie taking advantage of your exhaustion.. your head seemed to have taken you elsewhere bcs you rlly didn’t notice how she had fit herself in between your legs, her hard cock poking at your clothed cunt, her hands keeping your legs apart without too much pressure so you wouldn’t notice… that was until you blinked and set your eyes on yujin again.. “uhm.. unnie?” oh you were so stupid! really!? that’s all you’ll say about this extremely awkward and frankly, humiliating situation??! yujin couldn’t believe her ears, and her eyes! you didn’t make a single move to scuttle away like she expected you to!

it takes yujin a thrust of her hips for your poor instincts to finally kick in and you attempted to push her off.. only to have your wrists pinned above your head 😣 and before you knew it, your pants have been pulled down and you were taking yujin’s thick cock very painfully slowly.. she doesn’t bother to use her other hand to cover up your mouth, she needed to hear your voice.. hear how you whined and winced in pain but would moan her name at every thrust… and she likes how you got yourself to be free from her hold just to grab at her shirt and claw at her arms.. yk what she liked even more?? how you begged in tears for her to ‘wait’ and ‘slow down’ but didn’t make any attempts to push her away like before.. and ofc yujin doesn’t miss the way you’ve practically wrapped your legs around her waist—you wanted this!

if you ask me she was wayyy too ecstatic to help you with some other kind of workout 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ yujinnie practically manhandles you the entire time you fucked in that room… grabbing your waist tightly to the point she made marks on your skin with her nails then she’d aggressively push you around, making sure you’re in the perfect position to take her cock smoothly… face down, ass up, both of your hands gripping the mat for dear life while she pounds your holes… even making you gag and spit all over her fingers just to massage your clit in a way that makes you bite your lip until it bleeds… everything was painful, but it was also all just too good that you sat there and took it like the good girl yujin kept muttering that you were 😍

yujin’s big on praises for you bcs she always made sure to encourage you in your sessions but she was especially fond of you while she fucked your ass, for some reason! 🥰 so many “good girl”s and “good job”s… her praises only wanted you to be better for her ☹️☹️ so ofc you parted your own ass so she could go all out… literally thrusting into you like she will never fuck anyone ever again, biting your shoulder and drooling all over it like a dog in heat… you have never felt more accomplished in your life until yujin came inside you.. filling you up while you simultaneously squirted on her dick (which she liked very much btw!!) with a sweet moan that will surely be stuck in yujin’s head for daysss to come 😵‍💫

[j-nope-not-today]

HP characters reaction to s/o being a muggle

Harry Potter

He does not care

Literally doesn't have an opinion on the subject

Bc he loves youuu and not your magic or non magical abilities

I really feel that his main concern is some snobby witch/wizard being rude to you

But could give a fuck less if anyone commented on you being a muggle

"Okay and? So what if she/he can't do magic. She's/he's still great in bed."

10/10 will say some snarky/sarcastic ass shit if someone is rude to you about it.

He is THE Harry Potter

He would probably love for someone to point it out so he can say some shit back about it.

He will defend you through thick and thin.

May god have mercy on whatever poor soul wants to be prejudice against you.

Will love doing muggle things with you. I mean he did grow up as a muggle.

Otherwise though he loves you and your muggleness very much. It reminds him of home ❤️

Ron Weasley

Aww your his little cutie patootie

Will brag about it to anyone who will listen

"Oh? Well my gf/bf made me dinner from scratch."

He'll brag about literally anything he can. It could be the simplest shit too

Is very impressed that you do everything and without magic too

He'll start doing things without magic just to appreciate the simplicity of it

But yeah..definitely tells everyone and their mom about how proud he is to be with you

Ain't no one gonna be rude about it either. He will guaranteed shut that shit down as soon as it starts.

Fred Weasley

He loves it.

Loves absolutely everything about it

Not to mention he loves it even more because romancing you is so much more fun for him

Will always pull a fancy magic trick from out of his sleeve to impress you or flirt with you

"For you beautiful"

Does complain about doing things without magic

But will begrudgingly do so to please you

But yes. He will complain about it the entire time

I don't think anyone would be ballsy enough to insult you or say some rude shit about you being a muggle

Knowing fred that would start world War 3

But he looooves you. Vv much

George Weasley

Admires you so so much

Bc how do you do it?

Will watch you do the simplest most mundane shit and come out of nowhere with a

"My god you look so fucking gorgeous right now love."

Wouldn't complain about helping you do stuff without magic

I think he finds he enjoys it much more without magic. It's more rewarding

Will beg to do muggle things with you absolutely wants to experience it all

Just like with fred. Ain't no one ballsy enough to say something lest they want to die

But he absolutely adores you and everything about you

And will remind you every day how much he loves you

Draco Malfoy

He didn't expect to end up with you

But he sure isn't complaining

And he'll be damned if you lift a single beautiful fucking finger when he's around

He will 100% dote on you in his every waking moment

For a second you might be convinced you aren't a muggle

He uses magic for just about everything and will not let you do something when he can do it for you

"Listen dear it's just simpler this way. Let me do it."

Your spoiled and he'll make sure you know how appreciated and loved you are

Can never wrap his head around muggles.

Thinks you make everything way more complicated than it needs to be

And should anyone be insulting or rude. They might find themselves hexed or cursed.

Neville Longbottom

This man LOVES you

Will not for a second let you think otherwise

And he'll probably absolutely love doing muggle things with you

And you will have a garden

I can just see him loving gardening with you. The muggle way.

Will randomly whip out flowers and small little gifts for you

Just to impress you

And he'll definitely have words for anyone who wants to be rude to you because how dare they?

To him. Your absolutely perfect

[peachhcs]

samy and will getting caught doing… by like her friends or brothers

OOOP tehehee🤭 i feel like this would happen to them on more than one occasion as we know bc everyone loves to bother them at any chance they get

warnings: heated making out, shirts off, kissing, handjob, nipple sucking, p in v (unprotected), little plot

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summer got annoying for two reasons. one: there were people everywhere. like everywhere. as much as samy loved a packed lake house, it was days like these that she hated how there was someone lurking around every corner which brought up the second reason. two: there was never alone time ever.

it wasn’t like she was some crazy girlfriend craving her boyfriend’s touch or anything. she was fine being less pda with will because neither of them were really into it anyway. they liked their private moments a lot more, but they weren’t getting any of those moments because there were so many people in the house. and because of that, samy and will hadn’t really been able to do anything remotely coupley without someone breathing down their necks and that was why she was craving literally 5 minutes with will.

he was definitely thinking the same thing too. they tried everything to in the car, on the boat, in her room with the door locked and closed, but every single time someone always had something to say about it or someone was knocking on her door needing one of them.

it was really starting to piss samy off. she could handle the teasing most days until it got to be too much and at that point, her brothers’ hockey friends were just trying to poke her enough to make her annoyed.

so it was a miracle when samy and will found themselves alone in one of the bathrooms while everyone was way too focused on the video game happening on the family tv. they couldn’t help themselves when they carefully snuck away and as soon as the door was closed, they were pouncing on one another.

will’s hands clasped around her waist so she was flush against his chest. samy tugged at his curls to deepen the kiss against her hungry lips. she wanted this so badly.

“fuck, will,” the girl mumbled, already getting worked up.

“been wanting you for so long,” the blonde grunted when her leg brushed against his arousal in his pants. they were both already worked up because of how long it had been.

“me too. want you so bad,” samy brought his lips back to her own.

the hockey player reveled in the feeling of her hardened nipped pressing through her thin shirt against his own. his hand drifted down to her ass, moaning out when he got ahold of the flesh and squeezing. they were so desperate to feel one another it was almost overwhelming.

“oh fuck, samy. ugh,” will tugged at the hem of her shirt wanting it off. samy smiled and obliged to his wishes, throwing it somewhere on the ground as he copied her movements.

she didn’t have a bra on and will’s mouth practically watered. he immediately dipped his head down to start sucking while samy’s head hit the back of the door with a thud. her back was already arching into him, the pleasure fogging her brain.

“shit, will. fuck,” she pulled at his curls wanting more.

“i fucking love you. you’re so beautiful,” he babbled in the midst of his tongue licking and rubbing every inch it could.

samy wanted to return the favor, so she reached her hand down to his crotch. his cock was straining in his sweatpants and it jumped when her hand grabbed ahold of it. will cursed.

“wanna make you feel good too,” the brunette mumbled as she began stroking him through his clothes.

“fuck, baby. i love you,” will jerked his hips to match her pace. she released him after another moment and her mouth watered seeing how ready he was for her already after just starting.

the couple worked at one another simultaneously until samy was overstimulated and she needed will’s lips back on her own. he devoured them, his brain already on a pleasure high from her stroking.

“fuck, baby. oh god,” he moaned.

“want you so bad, will. need you inside of me,” samy was wet with need. her panties were soaked right through and will felt it when he put his hand there to try and offer some relief.

“shit, you’re so wet. fuck,” he panted and they didn’t waste anymore time fully taking their pants off. samy dropped her shorts to reveal a simple blue, lacy thong. her boyfriend eyed her, licking his lips as he pumped his cock a few more times.

it leaked precum from the tip that will used as lube to get himself ready. he reached forward to stretch samy out a bit with his fingers, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible before he went in.

“right there, will. fuck, yeah. shit,” the brunette arched into him again, eyes closed and head back. she was such a sight to die for and will couldn’t take his eyes off of her even if he tried.

“‘m so hard for you. shit,” his breath hitched when he felt his cock twitch, entranced with the way his fingers disappeared inside of her walls. “need to be inside of you.”

“want you inside of me, will. so bad. fuck,” samy encouraged and that’s all the boy needed to hear as he lined himself up.

he watched as he slowly stretched her open even more. the girl grimaced at the way his length cut her open, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure like it always did the further he went. will held the wall for leverage and the other on samy’s lower back to support her. he tried resisting every urge to fuck up into her knowing she needed a second to adjust.

“fuck, you feel so good baby. i love you so much,” will didn’t have a coherent thought left. he pushed his forehead against her own while waiting for her to adjust. samy held his face in her hands, a grin on her lips.

“i love you baby. shit. you feel so good too.”

once samy was ready, will began moving his hips into a comfortable pace. his hands drifted further down so he could lift her up by her thighs and basically fuck her against the door. loud, heavy pants were leaving their lips and they just hoped no one would come looking for them.

“squeezing me so tight, baby. fuck—yeah. shit,” the hockey player moaned, eyes watching the way he disappeared inside of her.

“ugh, will. fuck. oh my god,” samy cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders but will was too distracted with the pleasure to even feel it. “right there, baby. right there. don’t stop.”

will throbbed, that feeling and urge coiling in his stomach already. he felt his balls tightened as a result and samy knew he was getting close. his hips faltered and the heavy pants turned ragged and uneven.

“fuck. fuck. fuck. ‘m gonna cum. ‘m gonna fucking cum, baby,” will warned.

“cum for me, baby. wanna feel you cum in me,” samy encouraged, but will wasn’t going to until she did first.

he picked up his pace even more, the tip of his cock hitting into samy’s core. she dug her nails even further into her skin so much that he started bleeding, but neither of them cared. the soccer player moaned and then the rush came. she released all over her boyfriend’s cock.

“fuck, baby,” she breathed and will wasn’t far behind.

his hips twitched and then snapped forward, digging samy’s back into the wall as he pushed all of his seed into her until there wasn’t any left. a string of curse words followed the release.

“fhhuckk, baby. oh god. fuck,” it took another 30 seconds for will to still his hips. the couple was a sweaty mess on top of one another, but it was worth it after having to basically avoid one another for the last two weeks.

“i love you,” the blonde mumbled into her shoulder.

“i love you,” samy agreed and that’s when a sharp knock on the door nearly startled them.

“you guys are fucking disgusting,” it was jack. shit.

when neither of them answered the older boy continued, “next time y’all need to get it on, do it in your room and not a shared bathroom.”

“well you’d be real surprised at how many people complain either way. fuck off jack,” samy snapped back at him.

“you’re cleaning that whole bathroom from top to bottom now. fucking disgusting,” they heard jack’s voice fade off as he walked away. samy and will exchanged a glance.

“his problem. that was the best fucking sex i’ve had in two weeks,” the girl shrugged and will blushed.

they did, however, clean the bathroom upon jack’s request in exchange that he wouldn’t tell anyone else they did that.

[passionxwrites]

Summer Romance 3

Pairings: ModernAU! Elias “Stack” Moore x BlackOC! (Cymone) x Elijah “Smoke” Moore

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, use of the N-Word, suggestive language, heavy kissing and touching, fingering

Word Count: 5.8K

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Cymone

“Girl I can’t believe the way that man laid me low, spread me wide, and ate me up like he didn’t have a whole meal five minutes before!”

Laughter soon filled the room as Cymone and Reana lay in her room while Reana recounted the events of her date with Sammie the night before.

“He had dinner but he wanted you for dessert,” Cymone jokingly added as she passed Reana the expertly rolled blunt they had been smoking. The weed was a courtesy of Duke since he basically forced her to watch his spoiled ass daughter the night before.

“Well bitch I’ll be that then! I ain’t never experienced no shit like that before. Girl I saw stars and not the ones coming through the sunroof. I can’t believe Sammie is such an eater,” Reana exclaimed as she all but vibrated next to Cymone on the king sized bed.

“Damn, I wanna see what that be like,” Cymone responded as her eyes widened while Reana went on to explain the experience. She turned just in time to see Reana sitting there with her lips turned up.

“What?”

“Bitch you can! You got three niggas sniffing after you and you aint giving none of them the time of day. That’s real greedy.”

“What three niggas? Only nigga I kinda had was Rashad and he put a bad taste in my mouth after I saw him leaving Tricia party with Lori. Nigga tried to sneak off like nobody was gone hear that loud ass Hellcat peel out the parking lot,” Cymone spoke as she kissed her teeth. She actually kinda liked Rashad a lil bit but after they danced at the party he had the nerve to ask her if she was gone go home with him. Cymone immediately shut it down and said he would have to take her out first and then he started acting funny. Later she peeped him getting in his car with Lorianne Stevenson, another girl in her class that was known to be loose, and from that moment on she wrote him off.

“Oh shit I forgot about that! Well fuck him cause you still got Mike and Ike fine asses. Shittt that’s better than anything.”

Cymone couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips. Ever since the day they were all over at her place Reana had become determined to always refer to them as some type of duo whether it was twins or not.

“Girl please! Smoke and Stack is not checking for me like that plus they are Duke bestest friends. He done know them niggas since they was all kids.”

“One, Bert and Ernie definitely need that from you and you’re being willfully ignorant about it and that’s fine. Two, what the fuck yo pussy gotta do with Duke? You a grown ass woman sweetie.”

Cymone only rolled her eyes as she took another pull from the blunt. She felt as though Reana was reading a little too much into her interactions with the twins. Sure they flirted with her from time to time, they always found a reason to be in her business, and a reason to touch her……but that didn’t mean they liked her. Right?

“Look girl you can keep on acting like them niggas aint feeling you but I deep down in my gut, I know that at least one of them, if not the both of them, will make that shit known at some point. Them niggas grown grown so I can’t see them staying satisfied with yall lil cats and mice game.”

“It aint no game and aint nothing going on. Plus I ain’t finna talk to two brothers. That’s weird and I’m gone look like a hoe.”

“No bitch what you gone look like is lucky as hell.”

“You just got a answer for every damn thang don’t you.”

“Duhhh, I’m prolific!”

Cymone only continued to sit there in thought as she mulled over the possibility of the twins liking her. Of course any girl would be happy to be the object of either Elias or Elijah’s affections. Both men had a way about them that drew her in. Smoke was always so captivating with his quiet dominance. He could walk into any room and command everyone’s attention without a single word but when he did open his mouth? He had the smoothest way with words and his voice was all deep and rough. It was almost like gravel. His voice had been like that even when he was a teenager and it was probably the main thing Cymone liked about him. Then there was Stack. Although he was about the cockiest nigga alive he was also the easiest to talk to. He had a way of making you feel comfortable before you could even fully notice it yourself. He was a walking safe space for her and his energy was always light and playful even when it didn’t need to be.

Each one of them held a special significance in her heart but did that mean that she wanted to possibly ruin a friendship that had just gotten back on track? And yes she was grown but she was worried about how people would look at it. How would Ganny react? How would Duke react? Shit how the hell would the city of Jackson react? It was easier said than done to just ignore everybody.

Cymone continued to let Reana’s words echo in her mind well after her friend left and night began to fall over the sky. In an effort to think about something else she decided to put a couple bags of candy in her big snack bowl and watch a few episodes of A Different World. Just as she had begun to get comfortable on the couch with her bowl and blanket, Duke burst through the door with his little girl in tow.

Ava Cymone Stanton was born 3 years ago and she was the absolute llight of Duke’s life. If people thought he spoiled Cymone they obviously didn’t see what he would do with Ava. One blink of her big doe eyes and he was doing whatever she asked which made her feel as though everybody was supposed to do it as well. The problem was Cymone was head spoiled girl in charge and Ava wasn’t gone get it as easy with her so they lowkey butted heads like they were the same age.

“Uh uh! I am not watching that lil demon again Devonte!”

“Damn, hello to you too. Calm down, I don't need you to watch her but I do need a favor from my first baby,” he said as he sat down and put Ava in his lap while looking over at Cymone with a fake pout.

“You look like Donkey when he tried to look cute in Shrek. Fix your face,” Cymone retorted as she grimaced over at her cousin.

“You got a smart ass mouth on you and I’m sick of that shit,” Duke shot back as he placed his hands over Ava’s ears so she wouldn’t hear him cussing.

“Whatever ju. What you need me to do?”

“I need you to go to drop this envelope off to Smoke. He need it for the club.”

Well isn’t this fucking great. 1 out of 2 of the niggas I’m trying to avoid.

“Shouldn’t you be dropping off some important shit to him yourself? I’m sure he wouldn’t want me all up in his business.”

“You must be forgetting it’s my business too. Plus that nigga ain’t gone mind. He got a lil crush on you anyway.”

Cymone’s eyes damn near popped out of her head at Duke's last sentence.

“What you say,” she inquired as she almost choked on her every word.

“What? That Smoke like you? Shit I think Stack like you too,” he said calmly as if he was talking about the weather and not his two best friends allegedly having a crush on his cousin. Cymone was literally staring at him as if he had two heads.

“Wh- why you think something like that?”

“I done known them niggas since I was 5. You think I don’t know when they feeling somebody?” Plus I noticed a lil jealousy from em at Tricia party when was dancing with that Richard nigga.”

“His name is Rashad.”

“Whatever the fuck his name is really don’t mean shit to me. I know when they like somebody and they like you so it don’t matter if you drop it off. Now, can you do this for me please? I gotta take Ava to a birthday party in Flowood and I aint got time. I’ll get you whatever you want if you do it.”

Cymone sat there and blew out a deep breath before she reluctantly gave in.

“Fine but I want that light pink Brahmin bag we saw in the mall the other day.”

“Deal! I’ll have that purse to you by tomorrow night. Thank you Punkin Wunkinnn,” he dragged out as he leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“Yeah whatever. Let this be your last favor till July.”

“Yeah aight. See you later, love you kid.”

“Love you too,” she called to his retreating frame as he carried Ava out of the house.

She then turned her head to the manila envelope that was almost taunting her as it lay on the table. She knew it was probably something illegal in the envelope because that’s all Duke's ass was wrapped in and the twins were no saints. It was truly no telling who they had to rob and/or kill out in Chicago to come up on all of that money but it wasn’t none of Cymone’s business so going through that envelope was the last thing on her mind.

All she could think about was having to see Smoke now that all of these thoughts were running through her mind. She was feeling a little raw and exposed and his perceptive ass could see almost anything. She halfway thought he could read her mind sometimes and he had a way of making her nervous as hell. It was them damn eyes. They were dark but not in an intimidating way. No it was in a way like he could see through you and it always felt like she was under a microscope.

“It’s just Smoke Cymone,” she muttered to herself as she shook the racing thoughts from her head and rose from the couch.

She made the journey from the living room to her room upstairs at the end of the hallway so she could refresh herself and find something to wear. If she had to be around his ass she would at least look good.

After washing her face she decided to throw on a thick black headband since her silk press was getting a little old. She walked to her closet and pulled out a pair of True Religion jeans and white tank top. Once she was dressed she slid her feet into a pair of birkenstock slippers and put on a little lip gloss. She grabbed her purse from her vanity chair and made her way downstairs. After she snatched the envelope from the table she started the alarm system for the house and hopped in her truck.

She knew the way to the location of the club because everyone in the city was familiar with that building so it didn’t take her long to pull into the parking lot. From outside she could see that the twins had worked real hard on the place. Gone was the old wooden frame with the chipped paint and in its place was something completely modern. They had somebody repaint the building all black, repaved the parking lot, added some greenery, and put in a new door. She also took notice of the flashy sign on the very front of the building in big gaudy silver letters.

“Club Juke huh? That’s nice,” she said to herself as she parked her truck next to Smoke’s old school candy red Chevy Impala.

The girl closed her eyes for a quick second and said a few encouraging words to herself before she grabbed her things and jumped out the truck to head into the building. Once she got to the building she realized the door was locked but she could Smoke in the distance on his phone. She knocked on the sleek glass door, being careful not to knock too hard but loud enough he could hear her. Noticing she got his attention she waited patiently as he walked to the door and unlocked it to let her in.

He looked down at her with his brows furrowed until he noticed the envelope in her hand and his face relaxed.

“Yeah, imma call you back tomorrow. Have that shit fixed asap,” he spoke as he hung up the phone and stepped to the side so she could enter the building.

“Hey there boss man,” her tone laced with humor as she swayed past him into the building.

“Hey there, trouble. What you doing round my neck of the woods,” he asked as she placed the envelope on top of the bar and turned to face him.

“Duke had something to do with Ava so he asked me to drop this off,” she answered as she swallowed a little hard, already getting caught up in his energy. It was suffocating and she had to take a step back just so she could breathe.

As if he could sense her inner turmoil Smoke stepped completely forward into her space as he looked down at her with a small smirk playing on his face.

“You look good today Sugar.”

Sugar

He always called her that when she was younger. Said it was because he knew she was sweet on the inside but always wanted to look sour on the outside.

“I haven’t heard that name in a minute. Can’t believe you remember that,” she said with a small giggle.

“You’ll always be my Sugar girl,” he said and Cymone felt the air in the room escaping her rapidly. She needed to gain some distance so she cleared her throat and began walking around as if she was taking a look at the inside of the place. She was really running and she prayed he didn’t follow her.

“Y’all really turned this place out man. I don’t even recognize it in here,” she said as she took in the sitting areas, the dance floor, and the spot for the DJ.

“Let me guess Sammie must gone be the DJ,” she said jokingly as she turned expecting him to still be in the same spot by the bar but instead he was right behind her, analyzing her every move.

“Gotta let lil cous share his musical talents with everybody. We gone let him sing on R&B nights,” he spoke as he engulfed her with his every being again.

“Oh, that’s really good for him,” she spoke as she tried to move away again but this time his hand was wrapped around hers before she could move any further.

“Why you running from me?”

Cymone looked at him in faux indifference as if he was overreacting but on the inside the big red alarm was going off in her head. He could always figure her out.

“Boy I am not running from you,” she said as she let out a shaky laugh while slowly trying to pull her hand away. Already taking notice of her game, Smoke removed his hand from hers only to place them both on the section table behind them, effectively trapping her.

Cymone’s breath hitched because now she knew there was nowhere to turn and this man obviously wanted answers. She had also begun to feel like Reana had jinxed her and she made a mental note to cuss her ass out later.

“You always run from me. Every time I take a step at you, you back up and I ain't just talkin bout tonight either,” he spoke as he leaned down so he could really look into her face, into her eyes.

“I don’t know what you talkin bout Elijah. You really on one tonight,” she said as she turned her head so she wouldn’t be making eye contact with him. That soon proved futile because just as soon as she turned her head he was lightly grabbing her face to turn it back to him.

“Eli-,” and just as she began to call his name his lips were on hers. For a second Cymone was frozen in shock as her brain was still trying to catch up but it didn’t take her long to melt into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and they were kissing passionately as if they were long lost lovers. It started off soft but it quickly progressed into something so feral. She could have sworn she heard his ass growl as he continued to push his body into hers as if they could get any closer.

Cymone had never been kissed like this before and she didn’t want it to end and thankfully he didn’t either. Soon Smoke’s hands were under her ass and he was lifting her up onto the seat as began trailing his kisses from her lips, down her neck, and over the top of her breasts. Cymone let out a small whimper as she felt the room heating up expeditiously. She then grabbed Smoke’s face and brought his lips back to hers already missing how they felt.

Cymone didn’t know how long they had been going at it but it felt like forever. She was breathless but she didn’t want to stop. She was officially lost in all things Smoke and she didn’t plan on coming out but they were soon interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone on the table next to them. The ringing phone was like a cold bucket of water to Cymone and she immediately pulled away as her senses started to come back to her and she remembered where she was and who she was with.

I kissed Smoke. Smoked kissed me.

Smoke walked off to check his phone and Cymone continued to sit on the seat and stare down at the floor as she tried to collect herself. After a few minutes Smoke was done with the call and he was back in her space snatching away her peace yet again.

“Sorry, that was the liquor distributor. Had to take that,” he spoke calmly as his hands rubbed along her outer thighs.

“You’re fine, I know you got business to handle. Um, I should probably go though,” she said as she tried to move his hands so she could get down and hightail her ass the fuck out of there before she did something she had no business.

“There you go tryna run again like I won’t chase you,” Smoke said as he thwarted her plans of getting away yet again.

Cymone rubbed her hands over her face in frustration.

“I’m not running from you Smoke damn!”

“Then why you keep tryna get away from me like I scare you?”

“Cause you do! You got this way about you that draws me in before I can even think and I shouldn’t-,” she started but then stopped herself knowing she was beginning to say too much.

“You shouldn’t what? Shouldn’t like me? Or you shouldn’t like me and my brother?”

Cymone only stared at him as she felt herself getting worked up. She only shook her head as she once again tried to remove his hands from her body which he again blocked her from doing.

“You done always belonged to the both of us, Cymone. Whether you realized that shit or not. From the very moment we met you we had been taking care of you. You special to us. You aint like these regular bitches walkin round Jackson tryna come up on a nigga with some money. You done always been smart, had your own mind, your own goals. You are ours.”

Cymone damn near felt like the air was being snatched out of her lungs. There was no way this could be real. She had to be dreaming right now and she even went as far as to pinch herself so she could wake up.

“You aint dreaming Sugar. I mean this shit with everything in me.”

She finally stared him straight in the eye and saw just how serious he really was. Smoke liked her. Apparently Stack liked her too. Any other girl would have been over the moon but Cymone was scared shitless.

“Elijah please,” she practically begged as she once again moved his hands except this time he relented realizing she needed her space to digest all of this.

He stepped back from out of her space and she quickly made a move to the bar and grabbed her purse to run out of the club but not before glancing back at Smoke to see him staring intently at her as she left. She made it into the comfort of her truck and laid her head on the steering wheel as she took in a few deep breaths.

“What the fuck have you done Cymone,” she let out into the air as she started the truck and made the quick drive home. Once she got there she noticed Ganny’s white Cadillac parked out front and had half a mind to go crawl in her arms but a look at her clock showed it was too late for that and Ganny was definitely asleep. She instead went inside the home and settled on taking her forgotten candy bowl upstairs so she could eat and watch her comfort show in the safety of her bed until she fell asleep.

She woke up the next morning and the memories of the previous night instantly came rushing back and Cymone groaned as soon as she felt her face heat up. The rumors were definitely true about Smoke being an A-1 kisser and she couldn’t help but to wonder if the other things she heard about him were true as well.

Stop it.

Cymone shook her head and pulled herself from her bed deciding she would take a nice soak and play some music to relax her wound up nerves. She moved to her bathroom and began running water in her clawfoot tub and turned on her speaker that was built into her bathroom wall. She elected to play her Vibing playlist knowing she needed a calmer mood to truly rest her nerves. She added some honey and oatmeal bubble bath to water and tested the temperature before stripping from her pajamas and getting into the warm tub.

Before long she gave into the relaxation and eventually fell asleep as she rested her head on her tub pillow as the smooth voice of Masego flooded her ears. After about 30 minutes her eyes slowly opened to the bright sun blooming into her bathroom and she quickly took notice of how much the water had cooled. She made haste in cleansing her body and exiting the tub so she could rub herself down in her vanilla scented Tree Hut body butter. Once she was moisturized she wrapped her body in a towel and grabbed her phone, making her way out of her bathroom and into her room.

“Damn girl. Thought you had drowned in there.”

Cymone yelped with a jump as she placed her eyes on none other than Stack who had made himself entirely too comfortable in her bed. The nigga had taken off his shoes and he was propped up with the remote in his hand as he flipped through channels. Cymone stared at him incredulously with her hand placed on her chest as she tried to calm her quickly beating heart.

“Nigga are you fucking crazy? Did you break into my house?”

“Now I know I’m a criminal but I don’t do break ins baby girl. Ms. Etta let me in on her way to bingo.”

Cymone cursed under her breath. She shoulda woke Ganny up and told her she was into it with the twins so she wouldn’t be all nice and keep letting their overbearing asses in the house.

I literally can’t escape these niggas man.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence on this fine Saturday Elias,” Cymone threw out sarcastically as she crossed the room to her closet so she could put on some clothes. Being in the closet away from him gave her the space to breathe and straighten out her nerves that he had frazzled just from being a few feet away from her. The girl had it bad and they weren’t making it easy on her at all.

After throwing on some gray yoga pants and a loosely fitting cropped t-shirt she placed her feet into her slippers and emerged from the closet with her arms folded. She eyed Stack down expectantly as he absentmindedly scrolled on his phone. He still hadn’t given an explanation as to why he was there.

Dammit. He looks good as usual.

He was dressed in a white t-shirt that hugged his muscular body so good Cymone could weep. He also had on a pair of grey sweatpants and she could see his black cats sitting by her door and he had on his signature gold chain. Him and Smoke were walking sex and Cymone was fighting tooth and nail to keep her legs closed.

“Hello! Why are you here Stack,” the girl shouted as her aggravation began to grow the more he took up space in her room.

Stack slowly looked up from his phone with his eyebrows furrowed as if she had lost her mind.

“Imma let that slide cause I know ya lil ass going through something right now. But don’t get loud with me again babygirl,” he said as he rose from her bed and walked around to stand in front of her.

Cymone cleared her throat and rolled her shoulders as he got closer and she began to smell his cologne. He was taking over her senses and she was slyly looking around to find a way to get some space away from him. She was never one to run away from her problems but this was just too much for her.

“I see you tryna run so let me stop you while you ahead. We need to talk.”

Ever the defiant one Cymone rolled her neck up at him with a quirk of her eyebrows as if she didn’t know what he could possibly be talking about.

“We don’t have anything to talk about Elias,” she said slickly as she found a way to walk around him and sit on her bed. That was a big mistake. She could see the light come on his head and that grin immediately found its way to his face as he stalked over to her and quickly caged her in before she could move. This was feeling like Déjà Vu.

“Oh but we actually have much to discuss Angel. You see Smoke came home and told me about last night and I’m just happy he was the one to break the ice so I can go ahead and finish melting that shit for you.”

“Y’all can’t be serious,” she breathed out shakily as tried to find some semblance of this being a sick joke in his eyes just as she had done with Smoke the night before but all she saw was complete seriousness.

“We are serious Cymone. We want you. What’s so bad about that,” he asked her almost pleadingly.

“Everything is bad about that,” Cymone basically yelled as she found some strength to push him back. Once he was moved she stood up and began pacing her room.

“Y’all are brothers nigga! Imagine how people round here gone be looking at me knowing I’m fooling round with some brothers let alone twin brothers! I’ll be the biggest whore in this town. Way worse than Lori or Tamia! Do y’all not get that,” she asked as she looked at him with her arms spread out.

“You think we give a fuck what these people think out here? Huh! You think that shit supposed to stop how we feel about you? Newsflash baby it ain't! You need to get that through yo thick ass skull and stop worrying about what these lame ass niggas and weak ass hoes gone think man,” he shouted back as he once again walked into her space looking like he wanted to shake some sense into her.

Cymone sat back onto her bed as a million thoughts continued to float through her mind about all of the negative possibilities that could come from her being involved with the twins. She placed her head in her hands and began massaging her temples as she felt a headache nearing which only furthered her agitation. She then felt him as he moved to stand in front of her and lowered himself down onto his knees to be eye level with her. He cautiously placed his hands on hers and removed them from her head before staring into her eyes.

“You ours Cymone. Gone always be ours to care about and protect,” he said softly as he held her hands in his.

“Why me?”

“Why not you? I mean, it’s always been you can’t you see that? Even when we was just friends we would drop whatever we was doing when you called and it’s the same way now. Aint nothing gone change that,” he said as he moved his hands to her cheeks while laying his forehead against hers

Cymone grabbed his hands on her face and began to try to move them and before she could blink he was on her. He smashed his lips onto hers so fervently their teeth clashed against each other but neither one of them missed a beat. Cymone moved her hands from his on her face and placed them around his neck as she had done Smoke last night but this time Stack made the decision to lean up and lay her back so he could place his body on top of hers on the bed.

A part of Cymone knew this was insane but the part of her that wanted to enjoy whatever Stack was willing to give was officially in the driver seat and she wasn’t giving up the keys anytime soon. Once her and Stack were both on the bed she trailed her hands down his back and then lightly ran her nails back up. Stack groaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss to hold himself up on his hands.

“You drive me fucking crazy. All I do is think about you,” he said almost painfully as he stared down at her as if she was his entire world.

“You drive me crazy too,” she finally admitted as her eyes ran over his face and zeroed in on his lips. With her focus on them she grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down to her for another searing kiss and she soon felt his hands running up and down her sides before his left hand ran across her stomach almost as if he was hesitating. Sensing what he really wanted Cymone pushed him back and rose to her knees on the bed. She made sure she had his eye contact as she removed her crop top and threw it across the room. With her lip placed between her teeth she leaned a little closer to him as she gripped the bottom of his shirt and began pulling it up and off of him with his assistance.

Once they were both topless Stack sat against her headboard and quickly pulled her on top of him to where she was straddling his lap. As soon as she made contact with him her lips were on his and the room felt like a furnace. They were engrossed with each other and the rest of the world ceased to exist. Stack pulled away much to her dismay causing her to whimper in protest.

“Can I,” he asked as his eyes shifted from her face to her chest.

“Yeah,” Cymone almost whispered and without another thought he placed his mouth on her right nipple as his hand began to twirl her left one. Her head was thrown back in pleasure and before long she found herself rocking against him. Sweet Jesus was this man working with a monster.

Another rumor confirmed to be true.

“Elias,” she moaned out as his hand that wasn’t occupied with her nipple slowly began to inch its way to the front of her pants. He pulled his mouth away as he once again looked at her to gauge her reaction as he fully pushed his hands past her yoga pants and underwear. The minute his hand made contact with her bare flesh she gasped and also sent up a thanks to Reana for making sure she got wax a couple days ago.

“You so fucking wet,” he said huskily as he leaned his head into her neck and began sucking on the soft skin. He slowly began to rub on her clit in soft circles causing her moans to fill the room instantly. He stopped his attack on her neck and grabbed her chin with a little force causing her to open her eyes and look down at him.

“You the most beautiful woman I ever met,” he said almost drunkenly as he slowly began to push a finger into her causing her mouth to drop open into an o. Just as he began to stroke her a phone ringing jolted them both out of the lustful haze.

Cymone jumped and quickly located her forgotten phone on her nightstand. From her position she could see it was Ganny calling so she hastily removed herself from Stack so she could answer the phone.

“He- hey Ganny,” she said breathlessly while rubbing her hand down the side of her face.

“Hey Punkin. Why you breathing so hard baby?”

“I was running up the stairs cause I heard my phone ringing from downstairs.”

“Oh well is Stack still at the house,” Cymone’s eyes flickered over to Stack to see him already staring at her with that same look in his eyes and an obvious bulge in his pants. She quickly cleared her throat and turned her attention back to her conversation with her grandma.

“Yes ma’am he’s still here.”

“Good, I’ll be pulling up to the house in about 5 minutes and I need y’all help getting groceries out the car.”

“Yes ma’am,” and with that Cymone hung up the phone and turned her attention back to the beautiful man sitting on her bed.

“Ganny’s gonna be back in 5. She need help getting the groceries out the car,” she said under her breath while pulling on her shirt and fixing up her hair so she could look presentable.

“Okay but this conversation aint over,” he said back as he too put his clothes back on causing Cymone to roll her eyes.

“And the next time Smoke gone be there.”

Fuck.

Note: Heyyyy, I'm a little late so sorry don't kill me. This is my first time writing a spicy scene and I'm so scared with how it turned it out but I wanted to use this to get my feet wet for when it's time to write real smut so yeah. I hope you all enjoy and pleaseeee lmk what you think!! See y'all next time!

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[verysium]

some thought on us/reader/yn (i don’t know how to address it lol 😭) and seeing ex-boyfriend, who preferably myb cheated and now is dump struck how we got a new boyfriend/it’s been some time since last seeing ex)

um.....i'm assuming the bllk boys are the new boyfriend for this. hopefully, that's what you meant, but here you go anon:

kaiser absolutely thrives off this situation. this is the perfect chance to stroke his ego, so he's going to take full advantage of it. definitely notices your ex before you do and tugs you closer, arm wrapped around your waist, nose buried in your hair. obviously, you can't see his facial expression, but you can tell by the way he's smirking that he's definitely up to no good. when your ex finally realizes that your new boyfriend is THE michael kaiser, he's like... 😏 that's right bitch. keep ogling. y/n's doing so much better without you. even better if your ex is actually a fan of kaiser. his sadistic ass will not let that go. you want my autograph or something? oh wait...sorry i don't give out autographs to losers. deliberately sets out on a mission to make your ex's day an absolute hell, and he's smug about it too. once your ex is gone, he looks back and asks...so did i do good? no, you don't need to thank me. i'm already thanking myself. (he's so stupid....i love him.)

sae's reaction is encapsulated in one word. side-eye. he won't actually say anything, but the judgmental aura leeching off him is already enough to send your ex running in the opposite direction. i don't even think your interaction is going to last more than one minute because sae is just so intimidating. the entirety of japan already knows who he is, and compared to him, your ex is an absolute nobody. poor guy will probably never recover especially after seeing you and sae on the front of every tabloid, magazine, and news channel. his ego is broken, masculinity in ruins, reputation in tatters. and honestly.....serves him right.

rin holds an even stronger grudge than you do. he never lets any personal slight go without consequence. probably still holding every single mistake your ex has made in the past five years over his head. what did you even see in him? he's a lukewarm piece of shit. again....like sae, i don't think you would even need to say anything because rin's death glare already says enough.

shidou needs a restraining order because i don't think your ex is going to make it out alive. probably goes straight for the throat too. he genuinely enjoys seeing other people in pain whether physically or emotionally. will probably make out with you right in front of your ex just to fuck with his mind a little bit. hand placement is key. he places one hand behind your head and the other one grasps your ass. uses a lot of tongue. leaves you winded with starry eyes and swollen lips before he maniacally grins at your ex. he definitely enjoyed that a little too much.

barou has a quiet but menacing aura. he's very tall, so i think he would likely tower over your ex. and uh...have you seen his physique? he would probably cross his arms, and his biceps would bulge, and he would whisper in the lowest, most chilling tone: you got a fucking problem? and that's about all it takes because your ex may be a wimp but at least he has enough self-preservation to know you don't mess with someone like barou. probably kisses you on the forehead after that and his voice softens just tad...you okay, baby? (dfhkjsdhf i just blushed)

nagi wouldn't really care. nothing fazes him, especially not your ex because he's in the past now and that makes him irrelevant. but he definitely does not back down from subtly throwing some insults. oh...him? he's just y/n's ex. a weak guy not worth the hassle. don't bother. if your ex is stupid enough to actually confront him though....he's not going to hold back. shut up. you sure bark a lot for someone with no bite. pet store's two blocks away. maybe you should check out a new collar. lmao nagi can be painfully rude when he wants to be.

[olivianyx]

OMGG I JUST GOT RESULTS WITHOUT BEATING MYSELF UP WITH ROUTINES 😭 + RANT ✨

HEYY LUVS! I JUST WANNA SHARE MY RESULTS I MANIFESTED WITHIN 2-3 DAYS! THIS YEAR'S GONNA BE MY BEST YEAR Y'ALL ✋AND GUESS WHAT I DID? NOTHING. LITERALLY NOTHING. NUH-UH. PERIODT.

⚠ LONG POST AHEAD, SWEARING ⚠

WHAT I MANIFESTED:

🪄 PASSING MY FRESHMAN YEAR WITH HIGH SCORES

🪄 MY FAMILY BOUGHT A NEW APARTMENT WHICH WERE PREPARING TO MOVE IN 3 WEEKS

🪄 ME GETTING INTO THE VOID STATE 😭 AND MANIFESTED CLEAR SKIN! (DAYUM GETTING INTO THE VOID IS DEFO VERY EASY OMGG)

🪄 GETTING LESS ANXIOUS LATELY!

🪄 MY GASTRITIS AND ULCERITIS GETTING CURED

🪄 GETTING MORE COMPLIMENTS IN MY UNI!

🪄 GETTING TALLER! I WENT FROM 5'3" TO 5'7" IN 2 DAYS 😭😭

🪄 GETTING DREAMS OF ME SHIFTING TO MY WR 🥺 (ACTUALLY RESPAWNING LOL, AS THIS THING IS REALLY CONTROVERSIAL IN HERE, PLEASE DON'T GET ME CANCELLED- I'M DOING DEATHLESS RESPAWNING ✋)

🪄 MY MIND IS SURPRISINGLY CALM 😌 THERE'S STILL INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS THO (THOSE ARE ANNOYING ASS BITCHES) BUT I JUST IGNORE EM LIKE I IGNORE PEOPLE AT SCHOOL 🗿

🪄 GOT MANY CONFESSIONS TOO 😭 AND I REJECTED EM ALL, CUS I JUST WANT TO BE SINGLE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE ✋🗿 JK

🪄 GETTING COOL CLOTHES THAT MY MOM DENIED A LOTTA TIMES! (ACTUALLY I'VE ORDERED EM BUT STILL HAVEN'T SHIPPED TO MY ADDRESS YET LOL)

🪄 MY CRUSH BECOMING CLOSE TO ME HEHE 🤭 LIKE SHE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME MUCH, BUT LATELY SHE'S BEEN TOO CLOSE TO ME AND ALWAYS WANNA BE WITH ME LOL, 3 DAYS BACK SHE AND I WALKED HOME TOGETHER, WHILE WE GRABBED SOME SNACKS, SPOKE ABT EACH OTHER AND ALL (I FELT LIKE BEING IN A SHOUJO MANGA 😩)

🪄 A NEW PHONE! THAT SAMSUNG GALAXY S22 😩

I MANIFESTED EVERYTHING WITHIN 3 DAYS 😭 I REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES, JUST. 3. FUCKING. DAYS. GODDAMMIT.

HOW I DID IT:

JUST FULFILLED IT IN MY IMAGINATION

YEP, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT. I LIVED IN THE 4D REALITY, I NEVER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT THE 3D AT ALL. OK LEMME BREAK IT DOWN FOR Y'ALL SO JUST PAY ATTENTION FROM HERE ONWARDS.

🪄 SUPPOSE SOMETHING UNDESIRABLE OR UNFAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES ARE HAPPENING IN YOUR 3D. WHO'S THE CAUSE FOR THAT? YOU. 'BUT I DIDN'T IMAGINE OR THINK OF THESE 😭' BABY, YOU'RE THE SOLE CAUSE, EFFECT, AND THE SOLUTION. THERE'S NO OTHER EXPLANATION TO THIS.

🪄 AS WE ALL KNOW, 3D IS A MIRROR. RIGHT? WHATEVER YOU THINK ABOUT, YOUR ASSUMPTIONS, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR PERSPECTIVE EVERYTHING WILL BE REFLECTED. SO WHY NOT THINK THE WAY YOU WANT SO YOU CAN EXPERIENCE THE SAME? GET IT.

🪄 IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE 3D, CHANGE YOUR 4D FIRST. CHANGE YOUR PERSPECTIVE TO HOW YOUR DESIRED SELF WOULD SEE THE WORLD. KEEP DWELLING IN IT. IF THE 3D SHOWS UNFAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES, DON'T FUCKING GET TRIGGERED. GO BACK TO YOUR IMAGINATION AND DENY YOUR SENSES.

🪄 EVERYTIME YOU SEE SOMETHING ELSE IN THE 3D, GO 'BRUHH THIS IS MY OLD STORY, I ALREADY HAVE WHAT I WANT, THIS IS JUST FAKE' AND MOVE ON. DISTRACT YOURSELF. CUS THE 3D WORLD WHICH YOU SEE IS AN ILLUSION, IT'S NOT REAL. IT'S YOUR CREATION, WHY WOULD YOU TRY TO CONTROL WHAT YOU CREATED? IT'S ALREADY IN CONTROL. YOU ONLY GOTTA REALISE YOUR GODSELF. YOU ARE THE CREATOR, NOT THE CREATION. STOP FUCKING VICTIMIZING YOURSELF.

🪄 I GET IT THAT MOST OF THE PEOPLE ARE CONFUSED BETWEEN LAW OF ASSUMPTION AND NON DUALISM. EVEN I WAS, BUT SLOWLY I REALISED THAT WE'RE ALL NOTHING. WE'RE JUST LIVING IN OUR OWN CREATIONS. VICTIMIZING OURSELVES IN OUR OWN CREATIONS. IRONIC RIGHT?

🪄 THOSE THOUGHTS, ANXIETY, FEELINGS, EMOTIONS ARE ALL IN YOUR PHYSICAL REALM. YOUR MIND, YOUR BODY, YOUR EGO EVERYTHING IS NO REAL, WE ASSUME IT TO BE. WE'RE ARE SHAPELESS, FORMLESS, WE'RE NOTHING! AND EVERYTHING AT THE SAME TIME. CUS EVERYTHING COMES DOWN TO ONE THING, I AM.

🪄 K Y'ALL MIGHT BE SUPER CONFUSED, WHAT I'M TRYNA INFUSE IN YOUR BRAINS. SO WHAT YOU DO IS, LIVE IN YOUR 4D.HOW? IMAGINATION. NO MATTER WHAT YOU SEE IN YOUR 3D, GO BACK TO YOUR IMAGINATION, AFFIRM OR VISUALISE. ANYTHING IS FINE BTW. JUST STAY IN THE STATE OF WISH FULFILLED.

🪄 STOP RELYING ON METHODS, FUCK THEM. JUST BE. DON'T TRY TO CHANGE SOMETHING WHEN YOU ALREADY HAVE THEM. JUST STOP, SURRENDER, STOP FIGHTING, STOP TRYING SO HARD WHEN YOUR ALREADY IT. SO GO LIVE IN YOUR IMAGINATION, FULLY SURRENDER. DO THINGS WHICH YOU LIKE. GO LIVE YOUR LIFE. TAKE YOUR POWER BACK.

LIKE AREN'T YOU TIRED? TRAPPED IN YOUR OWN CREATIONS? YOU CREATED THEM, YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE WHATEVER. TELL ME HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA LIVE THIS BULLSHIT LIFE? YOU'RE REALLY GETTING COMFORTABLE BEING UNCOMFORTABLE. SO LISTEN UP, DO WHAT YOU LOVE, AFFIRM, VISUALISE, OR DAYDREAM, ZONE OUT, WHATEVER. ALL I DID WAS DO THIS MEDITATION IN THE MORNING, WENT ABOUT MY DAY WATCHING JUJUTSU KAISEN LMAO. THEN RANDOMLY AFFIRM, LIVED IN MY 4D, NEVER PAYED ANY FUCKING ATTENTION TO MY 3D, CUS I'M GOD. I REALLY LOVE VISUALISING, SO I PUT ON A SONG AND START DAYDREAMING IN MY ROOM SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT. ALSO, I DID SATS BEFORE GOING TO BED. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL I DID FOR 3 FUCKING DAYS, AND GOT WHAT EVER I WANT. ALSO I MADE A CUSTOM TAPE TOO (IT'S A GENERAL SELF CONCEPT ONE) I LISTENED TO IT FOR 30 MINS AND JUST WENT ABOUT MY DAY THINKING I HAD WHATEVER I FUCKING DESIRE, CUS IT'S ALL MY CREATIONS AND I HAVE IT ALREADY. THERE'S NOTHING TO GET, IT'S ALREADY IN ME.

LUV YOU, BYE 💋

[millysastroblog]

Tik Tok Accounts stealing Content from Tumblr Astro Bloggers

!!!!!Warning!!!!!!!

@millysastroblog

So, early this morning, I was just randomly scrolling on TikTok and saw an astrology post. At first, I found it really interesting because it stated something I wrote in my own "Random Astro Observations" post from two years ago. But as I kept reading, I started noticing that the rest of the sentences also sounded way too similar to mine.

And then… BOOM. It hit me. Some random dumbass had the audacity to straight-up steal my content from Tumblr without ever asking for permission or giving credit. And no, this wasn’t one of those typical screenshot posts, it was a self-written post, formatted in a way that made it look like it was their original work. TikTok users would probably assume that this account was the real creator, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. IT’S FUCKING NOT.

These people don’t just steal and screenshot your work without giving credit, they go as far as rewriting it, editing small parts, slapping their own name on it, and then answering comments as if they actually have the same knowledge and insight as the original creator.

I was shocked. Because before realizing this, I actually thought that the TikTok account was creating their own observations. But no it’s fake. They just copy, paste, and claim it as theirs.

Like, I know you mediocre, good-for-nothing people don’t actually understand the astrology content you post. You just like the attention, the likes, and the views. Meanwhile, people like me have actually studied astrology for YEARS. I mean that I've spent over 5+ years studying astrological placements, reading charts, and truly understanding the deeper meanings. I didn’t just skim through random posts and use them as "resources" to build my own platform. I actually sat my ass down and studied for HOOOOUUURRSSS every single day because I genuinely wanted to understand myself and the people around me. Astrology has always been a passion for me.

I love learning new information, analyzing people’s placements, reading synastry and composite charts (which, let’s be real, these people probably don’t even know what those are). At this point, I could read someone’s birth chart and tell them things they aren’t even fully aware of themselves. BUTTTT the fact that some random Susanne or Tom really thinks they can just steal my content, build their own fan base off of my work, and assume I won’t find out? That’s actually diabolical.

Let’s be honest you guys don’t know shit about astrology like that. The only reason you even have information to post on TikTok is because of original creators who actually have talent, knowledge, and a passion for sharing it.

ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED.

It’s okay to start as a beginner and learn at your own pace. I mean bitch there is CHatGPT now like I don't understand. But doing it in a dishonest and disrespectful way? That’s just wrong, and you know it. You just don’t care.

All I’m trying to say is that this shit needs to MF STOP NOW!

I’m tired of having to remind 5–10 TikTokers that this content is MINE!!!!!!!! And in general, just stop doing this to other bloggers too. Just stop. It’s not fair, and you know it.

Have some respect. Let it be. Create your own original posts and share them with whoever you want, but let us Tumblr bloggers rest. For god’s sake, we are tired of our work being ripped off left and right. It’s immature, it’s childish, and it needs to end.

And to that dumbass TikTok user who literally stole my shit DELETE IT NOW. Hoe, I SAID NOW. I know you’re going to see this.

I will make sure your page gets reported , hoe!!!.

Tik Tok account to ban:

⬇️

- @thehorowitch (Copy & paste Tik toker)

And so many moreeeeeeee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey! How are you?

May I request how the batboys would react to reader losing their job unfairly? I just lost my job for no reason after only working there for 2 weeks. I could really use some comfort rn 😭😭

Sweetheart, I know your pain in loosing a job unfairly, I’ve been there before and funnily enough they’re suffering to this day with ppl wanting to leave and or leaving. Karma is truly a bitch. I’m sending all the virtual hugs I can.

Jason

Livid isn’t even close in describing how he felt upon hearing the news but it was the closest word for how he was feeling right now. The fact that you had been let go and unfairly too after a short period of time was enough to make his blood boil.

No explanation just ‘yeah we’re letting you go for no real reason cuz we’re tight fisted cunts who can’t be bothered with bettering ourselves for our staff, and would much rather let them go without prior warning because we’re just that shitty of an employment.’

In Jason’s opinion you were the only one who actually knew how to do to do your job and will remind you of this constantly because it was the truth. You worked your ass off at that place and this was the thanks you get? Fuck that!

Jason was more then ready to let the piece of shit who made the call to drop you have a piece of his mind but you had to calm him down and tell him it wasn’t worth the anger and frustration. However to Jason it was more than worth the anger and frustration, his sweetheart lost their job because of some fucking corporate lapdog!

‘They fucked up babe, big time. They lost one of their best and I hope they fucking go bankrupt and loose everything they’re worth because of it.’ Jason would tell you as he presses kisses against your head as you played with his fingers before intertwining them with yours.

‘I hope so too.’ You muttered against his chest and Jason could only tighten his hold on you as he continued to shower you in praise, kisses and utter adoration in hopes of ridding the god awful taste that place left in your mouth and your self esteem. Jason’s as about to let you drown because of them, he’d gladly keep you afloat however he can because you deserve it and so much more than they ever gave you in two weeks.

Dick

‘They’ve lost out on the best thing going sweetheart, they’ll come to regret it sooner or later but you’ll be in a better position when they do.’ He’d whisper reassuringly as he held you close to his chest, his heart breaking when hearing your sobs.

He hated how affected you were by their decision and he hated how powerless he was to stop you from getting hurt by stupid employments like this one. They obviously didn’t see what he saw in you and that was their loss and his gain. You were dedicated, loyal, hardworking but apparently that wasn’t enough for them and so without much thought they dropped you.

So Dick, with the help of Hayley, would try his best to provide you with happier times to drown out the pain that came with reminiscing the shittier times.

They would try their hardest to make you cry tears of joy rather then sadness from their goofiness alone as both Dick and Hayley would rather see you happy then sulk over the decisions of some stupid employment. They -the employment- fucked up with you and Dick wasn’t about to let it be your problem to deal with alone because it wasn’t your problem to deal with in the first place. It was theirs.

So you spent the rest of your days with Dick trying his best in making you happy and smile more then you’ve ever have, that place was poison for you and he’ll try and be your antidote.

Tim would absolutely do everything in his power to ruin your old workplaces reputation out of sheer pettiness, whether it be digging up some dark/ shady stuff that they’ve tried sweeping under the rug or spreading their tendencies to mistreat their staff on a daily basis, Tim would single-handedly destroy their reputation by leaving it in complete shambles.

He was smart enough to do so and could do so if you were to ever say the word, he was more then ready with documents filled with evidence to back up his claims, all he needed was you to give him the go ahead.

Tim could be petty but his petty was unlike anyone else’s and could cause mass damage to corporate assholes, especially those who thought it was completely justifiable to release someone after two weeks of working there.

Give him 5 minutes and the workplace will have collapsed from the information he had released to the general public. That’ll teach them a lesson for certain for messing with you.

However you didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you and would much rather cuddle with him in bed as you watched a movie on his laptop in your pj’s as you both shared some ice cream. That’s all you needed and Tim was more than willing to comply as he told you how stupid of a decision it was of them to let you go, they were only shooting themselves in the foot and digging their grave simultaneously.

[limerlove]

ღ ELECTRAPLAYER ✶ SEVEN INCHES DEEP !

series masterlist collab series w/ the talented, sweet baby — @abbyscherry

tags. eighteen+, strap sex (abby!r), daddy kink, breeding kink, masc!reader but can be read by all, part of a series but can be read on it’s own.

you're gripping her hair like she's your favorite vice, cock stretching her pretty pussy, even prettier ass recoiling against you. toned back arched for you as she moans like a whore. only down side is you can't see the effect you're having on her pretty face. the moans abby continues to let out are enough to hold you over until you can see her sun-kissed skin cheeks again, hundreds of adorable freckles decorating her nose with the soft bend. the one you adore more than the stars in the sky. 

you’d been staring at her all night the day before, entranced with her beauty yet again. it’d just been the two of you, a starry skin, and her. the empty beer bottles kissing the plush grass had her singing, saying some stupid joke but caused you to have a belly laugh. incredibly loud, obnoxious even, but it makes her laugh even harder. 

the sun couldn’t hold their own against her shine. the brightest star you’ve ever known. the sick feeling comes back in moments like these, afraid of the unknown. what if it doesn’t work? nagging and deafening, the thought picks at your brain like zombies off a dead carcass. all of this could end in a moment, just like the rest but you try to believe otherwise when she does shine with blissful ignorance. 

you want to sit in it with her. 

sometimes, it’s hard to believe she’s just yours. there’s not a single soul but you to take care of her, praise her, worship her. every bit of her is for you, but tonight she’s stubborn. batting her eyelashes, give you fuck me eyes. the little brat knew it would work too. 

“is this what you wanted? fucking begging me all day to be fucked. texting me, calling me all day while i train, fuck, making me lose my focus.” you pull harder on her golden hair. a fist full of her hair, a whimpering slut — you can practically see the drool. “and sending me the video of your tits in the shower, slippery and soapy. low fucking blow.” 

“daddy, i just needed you. m’sorry, i—” you slap her ass, effectively shutting her up. well…her words only. abby moans instead, muffled by the sheets beneath her. “what? you’re fucking sorry? had to cut my day early because of you. what was so important it couldn’t wait?” 

“i don’t want to say. it’s really embarrassing.” she shyly remarks. 

“babygirl, i’m seven inches in your pussy. don’t think there should be any more secrets between us.” you slap her ass again and abby  knows what it means. 

better fess up or there’s much more painful punishments to come. 

honestly, abby ponders for a moment. almost taking them up on the offer but her need to cum far outweighs the bratty little devil resting on her shoulder. even if she hadn’t made the decision for herself, you would have gotten abby there. 

your pace increases, fucking her harder, faster. “talking back to me isn’t a smart move. you and i both know it.” you can hear just how wet she is; every thrust sends her closer and closer to what she craves. the pleasure is practically on her tongue. pink, raw lips pleading for the craving she can never satiate. not with you. 

the confession threatening to fall from her tongue, but she bites on it. rather taking the pinching in her mouth than admit she’s wrong. with anyone else, she’s always gotten her way. but with you, you effectively know how to shut her right the fuck up. 

“tell me what i want to hear. what’s in this pretty head angel? hm? does daddy need to fuck your harder? y’know i will.” without prompt, you start piston fucking into her, the flimsy headboard beating against the wall. her moans growing louder, heavier, sluttier. 

“f-fuck, daddy. shit, shit, shit.” abby can’t stop whining, her thighs shaking controllably, back arching ever further, if it was even possible. “please? fuck, i-, need you to spill, daddy. please need to be stuffed full of your cum.” without any buffer you’re pulling her hair so hard, abby’s back collides with your chest. 

your cock filling her up even deeper as you continue to fuck her. she almost pulls your hair out from the root, before her neck to bitting into your neck, sucking, before she lets her tongue soothe over the mark. 

it’s obvious, you’re so close to cumming. you can hardly stand and fuck, the base of the harness is rubbing against your clit. god, combined with abby’s moans. you’re close. 

“fuck yeah? wanna have my babies baby? want me knock you up? pump you full of cum until you just can’t fucking take anymore?” 

“please, god, daddy i-, i’m going to come. can i come? please? fuck, need to come all over your cock. please say yes. god, daddy?” 

the last words are a nail in her coffin. 

“c’mon babygirl. show me how much you want me to breed you. need to know how worthy you are of my cum. my babies. fucking show me how much of a dirty slut you are.” you press your lips on her ear, kissing it softly. “that's right. just for daddy."

hope you enjoyed! mwah mwah!

[aradassbadass]

cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ iv

‘& shii took everything not to give yo lil ass exactly what you wanted. now call me and lemme see hear it forreal’

you stared at the message stomach in knots. part of you wanted to be excited knowing that it was something in him that yearned for you just as you did him, but the nervousness overpowered that feeling entirely.

you throw your phone on the bed in frustration.

he wants me- or at least it sounds like he does. what if its just a joke. no he’s grown and this isnt high school anymore guys dont just flirt with you as a dare anymore. but guys like him, guys that can have anybody they want, usually tend not to go for somebody whose status isnt similar to their own.

falling back onto the pillows your towel falls off of you leaving your bare body exposed to the air. nipples going frigid and you glance down at yourself- something you often try to avoid. you grab at the pudge of your stomach and sigh.

these moments tended to happen where youd find yourself being overly cautious about your body. usually itd be when you were shopping for clothes seeing as to how you didnt find yourself in a lot of situations that pertained men. you didnt seek out relationships, you never had, and whether it was due to your intense schedule or your subconscious fear of rejection you didnt take much time pondering on it. this for some reason really bothered you.

your phone began to vibrate throwing your train of thought out of the window. you stare at it as it rings body stiff and unmoving.

i cant do this right now.

declining the phone you turn on do not disturb.

you know ignoring the situation wont make it go away entirely but hopefully this will deter it for now.

ꨄ

it had been 5 days since you had last talked to cedarian and you would be lying if you said this little escapade didnt hurt. a sea of emotion still clouded your better judgement but you knew you couldnt keep it up much longer.

the calls & messages from him did not cease after that night. he felt bad that much you could tell and it made you feel ten times worse.

im sorry i shouldnt have said that

can u please answer

i shouldnt have said that

fuck please answer i js wanna talk

answer me please

im sorry goodnight

hey js got out of practice i hope you have a good day at work im sorry again for ts

please answer me

hello

goodnight im so sorry

every single message from monday on was akin to one another. you wanted to respond but you felt bad for all the time you didnt so you continued till ignore him or that was until now.

you sat in your car outside of your house as the phone rang on carplay. you groaned and hit the wheel in frustration- not at cee but at your childish antics. you sighed and clicked the green button on the screen heart thumping as you did.

the other end of the line was silent at first then came the rasp of the voice you missed so much.

“hey.” a word so simple yet it felt so loaded with emotion.

“hi.” you say in response, internally kicking yourself.

“i-i um i dont know where to begin- im sorry for what i said. it was inappropriate- really inappropriate for our friendship and i-i dont know why i even sent that. fuck im sorry these few days have been hell without talking to you.” he says voice laced with emotions- sadness and regret being the most prominent.

it tugs at your heart strings and you feel worse than you did before seeing how you made him feel. “cee, you dont have to apologize. none of this is your fault. i freaked out when i read the message and started over analyzing shit because i couldnt process my own feelings towards the situation. fuck, im sorry none of this is your fault thought.”

the other side of the line is quiet and if not for the screen still displaying his contact you would have thought he hung up.

“over analyzing what?” he quizzes and you could all but picture him somewhere eyes wondering as he chews on his bottom lip.

“the fact that you could feel even remotely attracted to me. you are you and well im just me. i-i dont know cedarian i just kept thinking someone like him- someone who has the world at their disposal could even feel something as meaningful as desire or anything towards someone like me. it just made me relive all the times i was asked out as a dare or some stupid joke. i really do like you cedarian, you are one of the only people i still have with me and i-it all felt too good too be true to think that you actually liked me too.” you say the last part quietly.

the line is quiet again and you suddenly feel stupid. “see, i knew it was too good to be real.“ you say voice shaky as tears spill from your eyes.

“what, no, no. stop crying please god stop crying i feel the same way about you. no cruel jokes or anything. you dont see yourself like i do- you are beyond beautiful.” he says words beginning to soothe the ache of your heart.

“ you dont understand how your voice is my favorite thing to hear after a game- win or loss. you dont see how when im on long flights home i go through the album of screenshots i have of just of you. you dont even know how good it felt to finally hold you in my arms after wanting to do that for so fucking long. when i say it took every ounce of self restraint i had to just hold you and nothing more when i heard you call out for me i meant that. i dont ever want you to have to want for anything as long as there is breathe in me because you deserve everything.”

hearing this your heart skips a beat. you feel an immense sense of relief at the words and a new found yearning for him, something just short of primal.

“cee,” you say voice barely above a whisper.

“just say the words baby.”

“i need you.”

[fipindustries]

could you share more details about your transfem riddler headcanon? 👀

oughhh but if i do that id be spoiling the fic i have in my head that i will never wrote because im too lazy!

Fine, you persuaded me.

(also, congrats, you made me write a whole ass wall of text. This git out of habd and ended uo being way way way bigger than i intended tl;dr estrogen would have saved her)

Basically my thought was eddie ends back in arkham, as usual, but this time there is a clerical error while he is being processed. For some reason he was assigned a cell on the female wing of the asylum. And because of institutional inertia and ridiculous draconian rules established by hugo strange he gets sent there

At first this is all horribly humilliating for someone with ed's ego. for a single solitary second he gets the impression that he might actually be fine and really why should hebe scared? "after all they are only women" but then he comes across sofia falcone who does not take kindly to a man being there and and he gets his shit kicked in day one.

as he licks his wounds back in his cell he gets a visit from two unexpected friends

echo and query

did you know riddler has two female henchpeople?

i always found this fascinating, in this story i would try to explore how this came to be, why would two musclebound bombshells waste their time working for a guy like nygma?

the main reason is thus (warning, giant fucking tangent here):

riddler, all things considered, is actually a pretty good guy to hench for. he pays well, he's organized and while he is a bit nutzo he is not a fucking maniac like joker or scarecrow, he is not as unstable as two face, he is not a fucking creep like mad hatter, scarface doesnt hire women, and he doesnt have rumours of sexually harrasing the women that work for him like the penguin does, and he actually pulls big spectacular attacks that actually dont involve that big a body count. in fact in my version the riddler generally doesnt kill people. oh he will endanger people, no doubt and there are probably one or two deaths that can be pinned on him, but overall he probably has the lowest bodycount of all the villains (which he sees as a point of pride, after all his challenges are meant to be intellectual, not stupid gorefests like whatever the joker does)

if you are a thrill seeker that wants to strike it big in gotham's crime world and you have a penchant for spectacle eddie is probably your safest bet.

but also, after they were hired by the guy and got to know him they actually grew fond of him. to him they are not goons, they are not mooks, they are not just bodies that you can just pile in front of batman, he treats them as proper Henchladies, his left and right hand. (the way he thinks about this is that while his mind is unrivaled you do have to fire the ocassional bullet to make people obey you and they are good at that so it makes sense to keep them close, deep down he knows he wouldnt get very far without their help). and also there is something about this pathetic incely dude that is kind of endearing. on some level they think his silly ego filled rants are kind of adorable/amusing. and he is fun to follow around. and again, he pays really good (for him is not about the money so he is happy to give most of it to them)

So anyway, back on topic, they see him there all beaten up and theybare like "aw what happened boss?" "Did that wop cunt did this to youse?" "Dont worry boss, we'll do as we always do, well take care of youse"

after that eddie more or less manages in the female wing.

maybe there is a little arc where echo and query start shit with falcone, which was probably a bad idea because she has some other girls from the falcone family with her, so it starts a bit of a gang war. eddie has to use his smarts plus echo and querys connections to figure this one out. lots of plotting and drama that im going to skip, eventually it gets resolved by eddie figuring out a clever way to get falcone out of arkham by playing some 4d chess with the paperwork.

after the fact, when he is gloating about how brilliant his plan was and how neatly it all got solved his henches ask him "yo boss, if you could doctor papers and whatnot, how come you didnt just release yourself?" "or, you know, at least put yourself back on the men's wing?"

to this eddie just stops and fumbles for an explination not quite knowing what to say or why he didnt think of that.

and that would be kind of the first arc of the story.

***

so, second arc. after this things more or less settle, eddie and his hench fall into a sort of routine. he starts to actually get used to being in the female wing, he even strikes conversation and makes friends with some of the inmates there. particularly baby doll, who is kind of an old broadway diva/opera prima donna trapped in the body of a little girl "i was rather fond of your show you know" "oh really? how very nostalgic of you"

and then echo and query notice something. the boss seems to be... chill? friendly even? what is going on. they know they guy. he is insufferable with other people, he is always playing stupid power games wth everyone, always trying to assert his intellect over others. he is the kind of guy that if you ask him to pass the salt he says "you mean the sodium chloride???"

but now he is relaxed, he is acting almost normal. they ask him why and he cant quite answer. at first he tries to play it off with a little misoginy routine "well what do i have to prove to these ladies? im not going to be intimidated by them, they're only girls" but then echo asks (after smacking him over the head) "so youre saying you do your mastermind number because you're intimidated by men?"

which cuts to the very heart of his insecurities so he starts trying to rationalize this, the problem is that he is genuenly a smart guy and he is someone who does genuenly care about understanding things so he cant keep himself from asking himself the right questions over and over. "well, of course im intimidated by them, they always kept bullying me and hitting me and treating me like shit those knuckle dragging meatheads, and why did they do that? well i guess i was never that manly in the first place, i didnt care about sports, i didnt care about big cars or guns or chicks, so they would keep picking on me. but who cares! i didnt need to be manly, it never mattered to me, all that mattered were my intellectual pursuits, dad kept saying 'be a man' but who cares about being a man!"

"uhhh... you dont?"

"that's right! i dont!"

and then he shuts up in stunned silence trying to process what the hell he just said.

soon after he gets a call to dr. hugo strange's office.

now, dr strange is a weirdo. he never rises to full supervillain status but he is always there doing creppy shit, carrying fucked up 70's psychology experiments on his inmates and generally obsessed with batman.

this is when hugo confesses he is the one that put eddie on the female ward. why? oh you know, the usual mad scientist reasons. but also because there is something he wants out of eddie. see, he gave eddie a taste of hell and humilliation and he can free him from it too if he wants. and all he needs in exchange is a little help "you see, mr nygma, a man of your vast intellect would be priceless on my little endeavor, and i know you are the only man (nygma flinches) who can help me do this"

"do what"

"figure out the true identity of the batman"

so that is the deal. eddie has access to the vast registers of the arkham archives regarding the batman that hugo hmself compiled through the years. using that eddie has to come up with some plan that forces batman to reveal his identity to hugo and noone but hugo.

eddie has no idea what to do. he just got the double whammy of having a minor gender crisis and also, this creep is asking him to unmask the batman. but like, that doesnt count, right? riddler always wanted to best batman, and maybe unmasking him was a form of that but it had to be his own plan that he carried on his own, not at hugo strange's command. and also the doctor said he was going to release him. does he even want to be released? he is not entirely unaware. he can tell he is doing better, his weird mental compulsion of always turing everything into a riddle or a debate or a contest has gone down, for once in his life he is making friends, he is getting along, he feels... comfortable? is that the word???

so eddie does as he always does. he hatches up a plan.

he pretends to play along with hugo while using his newfound access to the arkham archives to find shit on hugo himself. sadly many of the archives are redacted or downright missing. but there is one arkham doctor he can go to and ask about those missing files.

dr harleen quinzel PhD.

now the thing you have to understand about this verion of harley is that she is still a couple of years away from leaving the joker, so she is still in her full infatuated maniac phase. which means that everyone fucking hates her. because everyone, and i do mean everyone at arkham, fucking hates the joker.

so she is not very popular, she stays isolated, very rarely she is allowed to be near the general population and the only reason why she is still alive and hasnt been shanked a thousand times is because she is good at defending herself and also she had ivy's protection.

so eddie has to go talk to quinn.

"heya eddie!"

"hello dr quinzell, i, uh, i have a request"

"oh, of coise you have a request, eddie, i knew you would come to me soon or later"

"you... you did?"

"i saw your games with big miss gigante and your chats with dolly, you were always going to come, soon or later, the only question was how soon or how later, before or after?"

"whatever i dont have time for your games, i need access to some files and i suspect you might know about them"

"sure! ill help ya! strange is a bigg creep anyway, i always hated him, ever since he taughte me in college i did, but i need you to answer me something eddie"

" sigh, what is it quinn?"

"well, what i asked! is it going to be soon or later? are you faster or slower?"

"faster or slower than what?"

"come on eddie! is not that hard! i know youre brave, you are not a coward! so you need to let me know, are you faster... or slower than the coward?"

after this eddie just leaves confused, when he meets again with echo and query they ask "so boss? how did it went with the psycho bitch?"

"im not sure, she gave me the files and then she gave me a riddle"

"oh thats rich of her, what was it?"

"it wasnt hard at all really, she asked wether i am faster or slower than a coward, another words for coward is chicken, she was asking if i came after or before the chicken, what i cant wrap my head around is... why the hell would she call me an 'egg'?"

long story short, he subverts hugo's plan against him, turns out eddie discovered hugo was responsible for turning arkham into a revolving door. he kept deliberatly releasing villains at strategic times because he was running weird large scale psychological experiments in all of gotham, to stuy how the villains would act and how the populations would react to it.

so eddie made things such that instead of revealing batman's identity batman is in the right place and right time to discover this, hugo gets caught and disgraced and eddie gets the credit for doing that.

batman gives a single nod of acknledgement to the riddler "thank you mister nygma, i wouldnt have figured that out myself" ths leaves the riddler absolutely speechless.

riddler's sentence gets severely shortened for his services to the city, he is going to get out in a month. and before he can even finish processing this he gets hit by another revelation.

since hugo is no longer in charge of arkham the record ha been set straight. eddie is going back to the male ward.

here ends the second arc

***

third arc. eddie is locked in his new cell having non stop panic attacks.

what is happening, what is wrong with him? what is up, what is down? who even is he anymore?

he refused to escape arkham, he did a "good" thing, he helped the fucking batman and batman recognized him as an intellectual superior????

like what is next, what does he do now, what does he even have going on for him? what is his purpose in life anymore? and why does he want to desperatly go back to the women's ward, why did he feel so comfortable there? why the fuck did harley quinn called him a fucking egg?????

for once eddie is the one beleaguered by riddles he cannot answer.

thank god the joker is not here right now, he is at blackgate waiting for his quintuple death sentence, but everyone else is here pretty much. harvey, viktor, oswald, william, even fucking zsasz is here. and they all think its so fucking funny that he was in the women's ward.

we see a montage of him getting bullied or mocked by the other interns by the other interns, and eddie is just so confused and out of it and defeated that he doesnt even fight back.

we see eddie cry himself to sleep every night. he doesnt have anything, he is at his lowest point. so one day he makes a drastic choice.

he goes to one specific cell where one specific inmate is sitting, reading a book. dr jonathan crane.

and now with your permission im going to just write verbattim the dialog i had planned for this scene:

the riddler is like "look i know you are an expert chemist and what not, i need you to cook me something"

when crane asks what would that be eddie says that he wants something to kill himself.

dr crane takes off his glasses and walks around eddie. and he says

"you know something interesting? you were always my favourite mr edward, out of all the other patients in here, you were always the best"

"i dont care"

"let me finish, you wanna know why? because out of all other emotionally disregulated patients here, you are the only one who ever truly fears"

"you wanna know something interesting? i think its pretty funny that frank herbert said fear is the mind killer and you cloth yourself as the one character from frank l baum that is brainless, that is pretty apt, now give me what i want"

"see that is exactly what i mean mr edward! you could have said dune or the wizard of oz, but no, you had to make it a little harder to get, you needed to say the authors just to show how smart you are, that is what im talking about, your insecurity, the greatest fear of all, the fear of the self"

"here is another one, i find it weird that when freud engages with oedipus rex they dont focus on the riddle but in the incest, really says something about psychologist, give me the fucking drug"

"and why so insecure mr edward? could it be becase you never had muscles, or speed or charisma or good looks? could it be that you cling onto your mind because everything else about you failed you, betrayed by your genetics, betrayes by your peers, betrayed by your very own body?"

"what are you even insinuating?"

"see ive been talking with dr quinn, we doctors tend to be a cliqueish lot, and she had some very interesting observations about you, mr edward"

"what? the egg riddle?"

"yes! egg! what a great turn of phrase! let me tell you something about language, we have so many different words for so many different kinds of fear, talassophobia, fear of the depths, agoraphobia, fear of the outside, acrophobia, fear of heights. now there is a very interesting kind of phobia that people debate about, xenophobia, fear of the foreign, fear of the outsider, of the strange, of those who are different, now many argue that this is not a real fear, it is merely an expression of disgust, hatred. but let me tell you mr edward, as the foremost expert on fear in this world, all hatred stems from it. it is fear of the unknown, of the degenerate, fear of corruption, of contamination"

"ok im done here"

as riddler tries to walk out crane grabs him by the neck and slams him against a wall

"that little reference of yours at the beggining, the lethany of fear, you think i disagree with it? that is the whole point of my career. i am a man who believes that fear is a thing to be conquered, fear is a thing to be mastered, that is how we become our greater selves, but first it must be faced, head on, no masks, no defense mechanisms, and you mr edward, are due for a dosis"

crane lets go of eddie and pulls from his pocket a tiny green pill.

"i managed to smuggle this from my lab and ive been saving it for a rainy day, i think right now it would benefit you most of all"

"what is that?"

"oh, you know what i trade on, mr edward, this is my classic formula, it will make you face this thing you dare not confront, you say you want to get rid of yourself? this will help you get rid of your Self"

then crane walks off and as he walks off he adds "but i dont know what might come out in its place"

eddie is left with that tiny pill in his hand. not knowing what to do.

later that night, alone in his cell, he chooses to take it.

in here we would have a full on psychodelic break, lots of surreal imagery, lots of twin peaks tier stuff which would all ammount to eddie finally confronting their dysphoria and their gender identity. this is a great moment of powerful catharsis and revelation.

next morning eddie wakes up. but she is no longer eddie.

we smash cut to one month later, the riddler is being released. we see the whole process where she goes through the processing and the paperwork although we never see her face. her narration explains that she just had to endure one more month and that thank god harley was willing to talk to pamela to get her a special little brew to kickstart her transition in secret. she walks out of arkham as a free woman

a couple of months after that query and echo get a visit at arkham from some lady called "missy terry". When they are at the bullet proof window the hebch ladies look at the woman and ask her who the fuck is she.

And the saldy says "let me answer that query with an echo: what is the other animal that walks in four legs by morning, two legs by noon and three legs by night?"

And the hench ladies widen their eyes and ask in disbelief "boss...?"

"I go by The Sphinx now, lets get you out of here"

and that is my headcanon

[spiicii]

jimmy uso / nsfw alphabet

x fem!reader  word count → 2.6k links → masterlist summary → after writing for jey i had to try to write jimmy too, my second shot at writing (be nice), lots of smut and dirty talk beneath the cut, read at your own risk

A = Aftercare 

The second you use your safeword, he immediately drops whatever cocky attitude he had and will become the sweetest man ever. He’s making sure you’re drinking water and using the bathroom after every session with him, even if he has to carry you. He’s gentle as he takes care of you, a stark contrast from how roughly he’d been fucking into you. His words are soft, whispering sweet praises in your ear as he lays you back down in the bed to sleep. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

His favorite part of himself would probably be his tattoos. He's proud of his heritage and what the tattoos represent. He likes it when you trace the ink on his neck with your fingers, peppering kisses behind his ear as you admire them.

For you, he's obsessed with your ass. How it jiggles, how he can grab it, how it looks in shorts, all of it. He doesn’t give a shit who’s around or what’s going on, he’s always trying to cop a feel, reaching around you to grab a cheek and squeeze. The first time he saw you dance, your ass bouncing in time with the music, he’d sat back in his chair, trying his best not to stare but failing miserably, seemingly hypnotized by how it moved and jiggled. Oh yeah, obsessed is an understatement.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If you let him, he’s cumming inside you every time. Once he’s done, he’ll grab your ankles and open your legs to watch his cum drip out of you. He won’t let it get far though, reaching out and pushing it back into you, watching with a smirk as your body twitches from overstimulation. 

Nah, you’re getting stuffed full of my cum tonight, girl. Don’t want to waste a single drop. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s pretty shameless and isn’t really embarrassed by much. Stealing your panties to jerk off to later? He’s making jokes about how he needs to buy you more. You want to tie him up and tease him? He’s smirking at you in amusement, still somehow in control even though his thighs are shaking. He’s caught fucking you on the bus? He’s not stopping, all smiles as he continues to pound into you until the intruder finally leaves in embarrassment. 

Despite all of that, he does have one secret. Just one.

He thinks it would be so hot if he and his twin fucked you together. He’d love to see you take two dicks at once and Jey is really the only person he’d ever trust to share you with. He’s pretty possessive but he’s always been good at sharing with his brother. Still, he would never speak about this to anyone, vowing to take it to the grave. It was too taboo and dirty, even for him. (Now if you brought it up maybe he would feel differently...)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s been fucking since he was a teenager and he’s tried lots of different things, whether kinky or vanilla. His partners have been pretty diverse (mostly women, occasionally men though he was high so did it really count?) and he’s pretty much seen it all. This man is a FREAK so you’d be pretty proud of yourself if you found a way to surprise him. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy-style. All day, every day. No matter where you are or how tight the space is, he’ll find a way to bend you over. He loves seeing you stretched out on his cock, one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip so tightly you know it’ll leave bruises. You arch your back so perfectly for him, allowing him to thrust deeper into you as he spits some of the filthiest sex talk you’ve ever heard. 

Yeah, you gon’ take this dick, little girl. Greedy little bitch, aren’t you? Love bein’ used like a dirty whore, huh?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jimmy is the GOOFIEST. I’m sorry, but he would stop anything to make a joke or a stupid pun. You’d hate it if it didn’t make you laugh so much. Even when he’s fucking you in the nastiest, most disrespectful way, he’s still running his mouth, teasing about how he’s got you drooling into the mattress. 

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He rarely trims downstairs but would do it more if you asked. He doesn’t really care, more than happy to have you gag on his cock, your nose pressed into his bed of curls as he holds you in place. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves keeping you close to him, no matter what position he’s got you in. He might be fucking you within an inch of your life, but he’s still holding you tight against him, maybe even holding your hand or pressing sweet kisses against your skin while he does it. His sweet gestures, always so at odds with the disrespectful way he’s pounding into you, keep you grounded and make you feel cared for. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s only jacking off if he can’t be with you, like if he’s on the road or away for work. He prefers to do it with you over the phone, but he’s not opposed to just a quick jerk-off in the shower to release some stress. The entire time he’s thinking about the silky feel of your pussy or the memory of the time he’d bent you over the hood of his car in the parking lot of the WWE training center one night, the image of you drooling onto the cool metal of the car seared into his brain. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

A huge exhibitionist. Has jerked off to the idea of getting caught plenty of times and has often put you in some of the most compromising positions, partially hoping someone walks in and sees how fucked out he’s got you, your eyes crossed with pleasure. 

He’s disrespectful as hell, his hand tugging at your hair or wrapping around your throat. He’s not letting you cum unless you beg for it and he’ll punish you if you cum without permission. Doesn’t really care if you’re a brat or not, he’s so cocky he knows you’ll be begging for his dick no matter what he does. 

He loves seeing you cry, tears and mascara streaming down your face as you sob into the pillow. He’s laughing and smacking your ass, teasing you mercilessly. 

Aw, you gonna cry? That’s fine, let it out baby. Imma give you what you’ve been begging for. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers somewhere with a bed so you can be comfortable on your hands and knees for him, but he’s not picky. He knows you’ll take it wherever he wants: broom closet, locker room, tour bus, parking lot, he doesn’t care. He knows you’ll be a good girl and let him drill into your tight cunt until he’s satisfied. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything, I promise you this man is horny 24/7. He’s always down to fuck, no matter what’s going on. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He let a girlfriend peg him once in college and that was enough for him. He’s not the biggest fan of it, but if he could tell you really wanted to, he’d probably let you. He can’t really say no to you. 

He won’t be submissive. He’ll let you tie him up, punish him, whatever you want, but he will never give you the upper hand. He’ll stay bratty and cocky, no matter what you’re doing to him, and he likes it that way. Being submissive is just not in his nature. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s obsessed with your head game. You can always get the best sounds out of him from this, your head bobbing up and down his shaft, drooling on his dick and licking at the vein beneath. He usually lets you go at your own pace, mostly because you do such a good job on your own, but he sometimes can’t resist grabbing you by the hair and fucking your throat. 

He doesn’t often eat at you out, but when he does, he goes all the way. Orgasm after orgasm until you’re begging him to stop. He just laughs meanly at that, his strong arms keeping your hips pinned to the mattress. 

Baby girl, you’re not going anywhere until I’m satisfied. Now be a good slut and keep your legs open. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s never done anything slow in his life. He’s fast and rough, his grip on you bruising as he pistons in and out of you. The only time he’ll slow down is if he’s trying to punish you, dragging across your G-spot to make you writhe and beg. He’s mean like that. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are frequent, especially if you’re with him on the road. When he’s short on time, he’s more than happy to drag you off to a dark corner and bend you over. The possibility of getting caught only encourages him to do it more. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As we’ve established, Jimmy is risky as hell. He wouldn’t give a shit if he was caught fucking you. If anything, it would turn him on more. To him, risk is part of the fun. 

He’s experimented plenty in his life and isn’t afraid to try new things with you. If you somehow found something he hasn’t tried yet, he’s usually down. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man’s stamina is unreal. He can fuck you for hours on end, even when you’re too fucked out to move, collapsed on the hotel bed as he continues to slide into your overstimulated body. He won’t stop just because you’re tired. You’ve got a safeword and know how to use it. 

Oh shit? Can’t take anymore, huh? That’s fine, you can just lay there and take it like a good girl. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s never had his own collection of toys. Sure, he’s tried pretty much all of them from his long string of adventurous lovers, but he’s never owned any himself. Honestly, he’s arrogant about it. He knows you don’t need toys, not when he’s fucking you so perfectly or making you squirt around his fingers. And he certainly knows he doesn’t need any rope or handcuffs, not when he uses his powerful arms to hold you down or manhandle you into the position he wants. 

Still, if you really wanted to bring toys into the bedroom, he wouldn’t protest. He’d use whatever you wanted. Vibrator? Fine, but be prepared to be tortured with it for hours. Dildo? Great, he’s going to use it to gag your mouth until your jaw aches. Butt plug? He’s cumming in your ass multiple times just so he can plug you up with it and send you back to work. So, bring toys in at your own risk. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s so mean to you, and you love it. He’ll tease you for hours, denying you over and over until you’re ready to promise him anything just for one orgasm. He loves teasing you with his fingers, thick digits curling inside of you and brushing up against that sweet spot that makes stars explode across your vision. He hardly ever lets you cum like this. No, he wants you to beg him to fuck you and he wants you to mean it. It fuels his ego to see your pretty eyes full of tears, pussy swollen and leaking for him as you beg and plead with him to fuck you. 

But still, no matter how much he teases you, he never lets you leave him unsatisfied. It’s all just part of his game. He wants you riled up and desperate for him all so he can make you cum over and over on his dick. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is always running his mouth, no matter where you are or what you’re doing. He’s got some of the best dirty talk you’ve ever heard. Honestly he should win an award. 

Soaking wet fo’ me and I ain’t even touch you yet? Look at you, you’re literally dripping. Need someone to rough you up tonight, huh? You gon’ walk around with my cum leakin’ out of you for the rest of the day, little girl. I hope everyone sees it dripping out of you so they know who you belong to.  You spoiled as hell, girl. How many times I let you cum now? And you still want more? Greedy fucking slut. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He might be freaky as hell, but when you aren’t fucking like bunnies and are just spending time together, he’s really the goofiest, sweetest guy. He loves to spoil you with gifts: expensive jewelry, the finest champagne, new shoes, whatever you want.

Everything the two of you do is consensual and he won’t do anything unless he’s 100% sure you’re down for it. He’s had you repeat your safeword a hundred times back to him just so he can make sure you know it. As much as he loves taking risks and fucking you in public, he would never pressure you to do something you don’t want to do. He’s always so sweet about it, kissing all over your face just to make you laugh, giving you whatever you want or need from him. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long and thick, his cock drives you fucking crazy. You’re obsessed with the feeling of it splitting you open in the best ways possible, the thickness of it making your eyes roll back into your head as your body struggles to adjust to his massive size. And he fucks you so good with it too, hitting your G-spot with devastating accuracy with each powerful thrust. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s turned on all the time when he’s around you. Literally 24/7 like some kind of horny teenager. You tried to tease him about it but he’s too shameless to be embarrassed. 

Baby girl, look at what you’re doing to me. Fuck, you gon’ make me jizz in my pants like a goddamn teenager. Come on, let’s find that dark corner backstage again so I can bend that perky little ass over. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You don’t know this, but he waits until he hears your soft snores before he even thinks about falling asleep. No matter how tired he is, he waits, big arms wrapped around you and his lips pressed against your forehead as he murmurs sweet nothings to lull you into slumber.