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[tonycries]

BAD DESIRE.

Synopsis. The best way for him to apologize? Fúck.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, rough s, angry s, matíng presses, PÚSSYDRÚNK men, manhandIing, spítting, p talking, making them whímper, mentions of marathons, creampíes, cúmplay, CEO!Nanami, slight bréeding, GOJO’S POWERS, squírting, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s second mouth, jealousy (Ino’s side), pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Smooching you if you get the song ref for the title-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Make him whimper!?

“God-” Toji rasps, he groans. Head thrown back as he’s slamming the tender, pink underside of his tip into your slippery entrance, “God, you’re milking me dry, ma.”

With a roughened hand clawing onto your hips, he’s fighting off the urge to make you slow down your relentless ridin’. Instead looking up at you with a tilted head, usual smirk wobbly- “What more do ya want from me?”

“Hmmm, I dunno.” You’re tapping your chin in faux-thought, still reeling from your nth high of the night. Another one of your hands presses between Toji’s flexed pecs, “How about an apology for missin’ our date today, hm—?”

An apology - an apology.

He grunts, “Again- hck!” Cut by a squeeze of your wet walls, cushioning his rovering length. Toji’s been apologizing for hours at this point - and he had to make you accept his plea. Soon. 

Otherwise you were going to make the big, bad Toji Fushiguro whimper. 

And he couldn’t have that- oh, he couldn’t shatter his tough façade just as soon as his beautiful girl was riding him to madness. 

So Toji’s grinding those mean hips of his into yours, thoroughly brushing the throbbing girth of his cock near your soft g-spot. 

Again and again. He’s rapidly ruttin’ his flared ridge back and forth down that lil’ spot until you’re seeing stars, “See? See?” Gnawing down on the insides of his cheeks so that he wouldn’t sound as ruined as he really was right now. “Doesn’t this show how utterly fuckin’ sorry I am, doll? Isn’t this pretty pussy of yours hah- tired of being mad?”

Toji coos as saliva starts to fill up the inside of your mouth, leaking down each side of your lips. You just couldn’t help it with the sheer stretch- “W-well, maybe….”

You were simply no match for his utter size, and he knew that. 

Length so long that he could easily stroke your spongy cervix with the edge of his rock-hard tip, “Because m’reeeeally sorry for taking that stupid mission n’ missing our date. To you, to…” He’s spreading open your cunt with a fat thumb, just to watch the way your tight hole swallowed up something so massive. And the side of his maw splits with a lecherous grin, “-her.”

You gasp, feeling Toji guide one of your hands to clutch at his neck. “See? Hold onto me, mama- fuck! Feel me.”

“Hmpf- it was a really nice café, too.” You’re pouting stubbornly, and you swear you could feel the way his plump, weeping orifice twitches at how mouthy you still were. 

How much your entire body was loosening up after each thrash of his furious cockhead. 

And Toji was fucking you just the way he knew you liked - with long, sloppy strikes of his orifice slidin’ down your walls. Right across your g-spot so that you’re feeling the drag of his veins once he bottoms out at your cervix.

Repeatedly. 

“Mhm, but I have something- fuuuuck, even sweeter now.” He was laying it on thick. Toying out a cute heart on your clit, the sensation makes your fingers instinctually squeeze his gasping airway. 

Something you didn’t think would make him shiver, would make him spank his hips up into yours with a resounding plap! of skin-on-skin. 

Almost reflexively, Toji swats the right side of your ass cheeks with one of his hands, before immediately having the sense to look apologetic. “Ah, uh- whoops.” He chuckles, such an unabashed glint in his darkened eyes, “I still am sorry about the date, doll.”

That makes you clench and oh, you don’t know who’s more gone right now. 

You, with your head thrown back, lashes blinking rapidly at the dull thuds of his cock reaching for your womb. Or Toji who takes a solid few seconds to catch his break - making sure he didn’t sound as needy as he felt. 

He’s peering up at you through long, dark lashes, “Sooooo? Am I forgiven? M’I finally gonna be able to stuff you full- oh, fuck!”

But he wasn’t getting off that easy.

And you’re watching in real time at the way that Toji’s hazed, mossy eyes widen- the way his gruff baritone cuts off with a hitch. The way that he’s gritting his gleaming white canines into a snarl as you crash your hips backwards. 

Sloppily stumbling through your pace, you furrow your brows down at your stunned boyfriend. “You just want to- ngh- you just want to cum i-inside-” 

He’s scoffing, “Well, with a pretty pussy like this can ya blame me-” Only to get interrupted by the slight pressure of your hands on his wide neck. Lurching his body up into a ruthless rut once more, you’re counting about three impacts of his globular crown pushed all the way into the bottom of your pussy. “F-fuck.”

And what you didn’t expect was to look down and spot a bright, crimson blush highlighting the tips of Toji’s ears.

You’re almost raising your hand off of his throat in surprise, before- “Don’t you fuckin’ move a hand, ma.” He’s keeping you pinned on top of him, riding him as you choke Toji’s throat. “S’that how it is then? Is it?”

“T-Toji-”

“Fine then-” He tries biting down on the plushness of his bottom lip- before he’s giving out and sounding a soft whine. And you’re barely even registering it before the fleshy tip of his shaft juts back into your womb, ravaged and red. 

Tone breathy, octaves higher. You almost have the sense to ask whether he was okay- “Fine- fine. Fuck- y’fucking win.” There’s another slap! to the globes of your ass that make your poor ears pop with pressure, “Her, too.”

He’s spitting down at your dripping wet pussy, greedy jade gaze narrowed. 

And before you can utter out a word-

“I-I’m sorry, doll.” He was sincere. For perhaps the first time tonight. Hypnotically, Toji’s pussydrunk by the sensual swivel of your hips. Those messy figure-eights designed just to drive the hulking man wild, “I really, really am.”

And it makes him whimper. 

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Marriage Duties.

“You broke your promise about overtime, Kento.”

“I know, my love, I know.” Your husband’s breathing out in scorching puffs against the side of your neck, deep vibrato making your thighs twitch together. “Let me make it up to you-” Kissing right where your throat was most tender, “-please?”

And it felt like minutes - maybe even mere split-seconds later that Nanami Kento had you bent over the cool mahogany of his office desk.

Papers flying askew, your mouth agape as he sinks in his thick, swollen cock. So hard that it felt like he was about to burst with the first sweetened touch of your walls, enveloped so nicely inside. “Oh- oh…”

And you’re whimpering, feeling the metal band of his wedding ring brush your skin as he’s pushing your satiny skirt up to take a good look at your cunt from behind.

“Yeah?” Whispering deeply, “S’a niiice stretch, huh? Been a real awful husband, darling.” Fuck, he really had lost track of time tonight - staying up late in the office past everyone’s clock-out time. Even when he promised you he wouldn’t- Nanami was sure he’d still be stuck with his piles of papers if you hadn’t stormed into his office with the intent to drag him home. “Must’ve been so haaah- lonely, huh?” 

You claw at the firm table, the nameplate engraved with ‘CEO NANAMI’ - “I was-”

“Not just you, my wife—” And there’s something there in his voice - something that makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.

Your tastebuds flood with watery saliva at the probe of his throbbing length, Nanami leans back and tuts at the snug resistance of your hole. Palm weighing down at the base of your arched spine to push past the tightness with a slurp! “Her, too. My wife’s poor, pretty pussy, bet she was so, so–”

And then he’s trailing off- fuck, he can’t even finish his damn train of thought. 

The feeling of your soft, gooey cunt meltin’ all around his cock after hours of nothing but documents?

Oh, he was close to losing his damn mind-

“K-Kento—” You’re singing out in that pretty voice of yours, hips attempting desperately to buck back past his flared mushroom tip. The sheer size of him was just so big that your eyes roll all the way backwards at the stretch, “Fuck- want some more please-”

Oh.

He thinks he already has lost his fucking mind.

“Anything. A-anything for you.” His voice breaks.

Then Nanami gasps, he tugs on the velvet of his work tie - barely giving you even a second to register the chafing of the fabric against your wrists. 

N’ then you’re all tied up and pretty for him, your hands pinned behind your back for him to pull on like you were some glorified ragdoll. “I can- fuck- I’ll make love to you l-later, darling.” Nanami’s blond brows knit together at the sticky pressure of your cunt, the way he was sliding in so deep it’s like your walls were gluing to his mazin’ shaft. “Right now I really want to…fuck.”

You’re gasping, never in your life had your tender, loving husband spoken like this. 

“O-oh, Kento—” Never had he clawed onto the flesh of your arms like he couldn’t stand to be apart for a mere fucking second. Nanosecond. 

Hips pushing down without a moment’s warning to strike your battered cervix, so hard that you’re being pinned against the wood of the furniture. Pulling on the restraint - hard, fast - he’s lifting you onto his hips so high it felt like you were dangling in midair. “Y-you’re in so deep, ngh, fuck-”

Again. And again. And again and again Nanami’s slamming one meaty knee up onto his desk - hips loud, voice low. “Mhm, let me show you how fuck- sorry I am, my love.” One of his hands let off from your back to walk down the front of your tummy, precisely finding that one spot his plump tip was scouring into. He presses down, down, down- “All the way up to here- how much I missed you.”

“B-but what if someone hears?” You’re wailing out a whimper, ears ringing with the recent strikes after strikes of clammy skin, of his v-line jutting against the globes of your ass. 

“So let them hear.” Oh- you could practically make out the dangerous twitch in Nanami’s grin, he’s plastering his washboard abs to your spine just to make you squirm. “They should know how hah, fuck- dedicated the CEO is to his work. And- and more importantly-”

Each one of his syllables drive you wiiiild- because your husband’s sticking the bright-red crown of his cock against your g-spot, your cervix, everywhere and anywhere into your nooks and crannies. 

Harder and harder until a far leg of the polished desk protests out a crack! 

You gasp, hear swivelling to where he’d seemingly broken the office desk- expecting your husband to promptly stop before-

“M-more importantly-” But the only thing Nanami does is carry out in his crackling tone, fitting a palm underneath your neck to lift you bodily off of the now-ruined table. Plastering you to each glissading ridge of his abs, strong arms the only thing holding up your weight right now. “How sorry I am for neglectin’ my wife tonight…” Such gentle lovin’ in his tone, though he’s fucking you like he hated you. “-my wife.”

Like he was criss-crossing your glassy pupils with each push of his cock, worshipping. The softness of his mouth touches upon your neck, “-my beautiful, beautiful wife who’ll be lucky to walk out of this office.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Sorry (not sorry)

“Sugu, I t-told you I didn’t want him killed off-”

“My mistake, gorgeous.”

You huff down at your reverent leader - the exact same one who was acting like he didn’t just finish off one of his followers for daring to utter a wrong word about you. One syllable and he was done for. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Heh, well-” Geto’s batting his stark raven lashes up at you, voice nothing but a croon as he’s rutting his leaky cock between your thighs. “-fuck me, then.”

And it was dangerous- oh, it was dangerous for his bulging, pierced tip to swab its way through your pussy’s insides. Pinpointing each n’ every soft spot that makes your toes curl, Geto’s kissin’ just the edge of your g-spot and makes you groan. “I already am.”

SMACK!

Ruthless, he’s swatting the teary slope of your cunt with an open palm- tongue lolling out deliriously to catch the stray speckles of slick that splash out of you. He purrs, “You better try harder if you really want me to be hah– sorry, gorgeous.”

“B-but-”

“Harder.”

Lips all wobbly, you’re biting back the sobs in your throat as you try to grind down harder on Geto’s upright length.

Shuffling your shaky hips down from side to side to help sheath every solid, sloppy inch of his cock. The metallic orb of his Prince Albert’s piercing mazes between your walls like a spotlight, all the way up to your cervix. Your womb- “Shit- shit, you’re in so hck! Deep-”

“Ah ah-” Your entire body’s shaking - always on edge with the lecherous drag of his aching girth. 

Fucked oh-so-nicely by the lavish lines of his veins that you don’t even recognize - don’t even register - the strong arms that wind ‘round your waist. “No running.” Geto chuckles darkly, pinning down your restless hips from flinching with each puckered kiss against your g-spot. “Why are you hngh- running? M’I the one apologizing or are you, hm–?” 

Pinning you down. Stopping you from escaping. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

And he’s had enough of your stumbling cadence, had enough of the way it was agonizing to sit through the lazy drags of your cunt. No matter how cute it was when you were trying your very best. 

Squelching up n’ down in fervent half-thrusts, Geto’s heavy balls clench once he’s clinging onto your waist and shoving you down. The back of your ass hitting the toned lines of his pelvis with a plop!

“See-” Drawling out, your boyfriend has both hands clawing at the sides of your body. Easily manhandling your trembling self until you were gulping his cock furiously between your legs. In and out in and out. “See, pretty girl?” 

All the way from the glazed, ruby-red curve of his tip down, down, down till that fat circumference of his hilt. “This is how you fuck a guy sorry, see?” Breath hitching, your mouth waters once you’re watching the beefy biceps of Geto’s arms bulge with each motion. 

He was just so unintentionally sensual - inky hair splayed out like a halo, maw drooping open with every clench of your walls ‘round his veiny shaft.

Your snug entrance closes ‘round his slit and he finds himself bucking- “Fuck- fuck, see now m’reeeeeal sorry.” Sweaty head thrown back, Geto’s peeking through his long lashes to take in the utterly filthy sight of his glistening cock disappearing between your pussylips. “Really, really sorry…”

And somehow you’re managing to sound out, “S’that it?”

“Oh?” His head snaps up in interest, “Something to say, gorgeous?”

With a brief puff of breathy laughter, Geto’s toying his slender thumb over your outer pussy. Collecting every dewdrop of glazed slick, he’s carefully avoiding your neglected clit. “Something she wants to say?”

And you don’t answer - you can’t.

Not when the bashing massage of his cock was rendering you speechless, not when you were being driven wild by the tender touches between your legs. 

So the only thing you can mindlessly carry out is to grab ahold of Geto’s pale wrist- shoving it deeper right where your puffy clit needed him the most. “Please- please.” You’re dripping out a thin layer of your sap all down his forearm, letting off the filthiest noises as you buck. Taking every shred of will within your body to keep your voice even, “I mean- more. More- m’not gonna last.”

“Oh.” He’s gasping, “O-oh.”

And you would’ve expected a sniping word or two to escape him - but the moment your needy demands ring in his ears, Geto’s ruined.

The very tips of his ears burning red, he’s staring at you with a partially-gaped mouth. “I- fuck, atta girl- my pretty, pretty girl.” Mouth stretching into a sleazy smile, Geto spanks the front of your pussy once more before drivelling his hips up into you like a madman. “Tha’s how ya do it- milk me dry- milk me, oh, that’s how ya make me sorry.”

You’re echoing out stupidly, spittle leaking out like a waterfall down your chin. “Milk- ngh- sorr-”

“Not you bein’ ngh- sorry, pretty girl.” Geto’s rolling his amethyst eyes, you were just too cute when you were fucked all stupid on his cock - not that he could admit it right now. “I’m sorry- sorry for heh- defending your honor-”

Words slurring until he was just babbling, cock stirrin’ upwards several times a second. It’s like he was trying to mold your walls to every curve and ridge of his length. 

Watching through a greedy, narrowed stare at the way his creamy pre defiled your cunt, quivering. So close. So sinful. “Sorry for fucking you silly, my pretty girl-” The clammy edge of his thumb sticks to your clit, pressing down. Hard. “-and I’m sorry for…”

And he’d timed it just right. 

Exactly for the sultry second your cunt was exploding with your high - gushing out in splashes of thick, glittery slick. Flooding down the ladder-like muscles of your boyfriend’s core, his glistening base- and he’s struck with a pang of disappointment at the fact that it wasn’t splashing all over his face.

And you can only watch with strangled breaths, as he’s reaching over a few ravenous fingers to smear over the puddle you were making. Eyes still specked with white, veins electric at the icy nudge of his pierced tip-

Geto brings his drenched fingerpads up to his mouth and sucks, “-sorry for makin’ you squirt, gorgeous.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - HYPE BOY

“Sh-shit-” Choso’s babbling underneath his breath. Pants a little unsteady, half-lidded eyes struggling to even stay open as he makes an utterly creamy mess of your pussy. 

His long, pink-tipped cock weeps out ribbon after ribbon of cum deep within your walls - and he’d just put it in. Oh, Choso feels fucking mortified, just a single squeeze of your sweet, syrupy cunt and he’s cumming? 

Fuck. Your boyfriend feels the squelching masses splash against his length n’ whimpers, there’s just so much. “M’sorry-”

“Aw, no need to apologize, Cho.” You’re winding your fingers through his clammy brown locks, tugging ever-so-slightly in a way that makes the bulbous edge of his shaft twitch. 

Choso’s rosy pink lips quiver, “B-but-” And then he’s planting an experimental thrust- finding his breath caught at the noisy sluuurp your core lets off. Decorated with the most sloppy wads of seed that glue to your outer pussy, “But m’sorry-”

“Baby-”

“S’just-” Something in his gaze was almost panicked- he needed you to understand, to see. How were you not marvelling at the lecherous way your cunt sucked up each ounce of his ivory white cum? How were you not hypnotized exactly like he was? “A pretty pussy like this?” 

And the smooth edge of Choso’s thumb digs into the side of your pussylips, stretchin’ you out wiiide open for him. “Like- like this?” Taking the sinful opportunity to press his fingerpad on top of your clit like some cute button. “Oh, m’sorry, baby. She deserves to be f-fucked properly.”

Gasping at the words that were falling from your sweet, loving boyfriend’s mouth. “Cho, s’that really you?”

“No- yes. Fuck.” He’s sputtering out, breathless. 

One hand clawing at the base of your treacly cunt, rubbing his doughy fingertips allll down where you were leaking. The other pushin’ back his sweaty bangs, he was just pussydrunk. “I don’t- I don’t even know anymore just- m’sorry, baby. Sorry- fuck, m’sorry. Hold those pretty legs up f’me so I can apologize to nghh- your cute cunt, please?”

“O-oh, fuck.” Choso’s fucking you low and slow, just teasing the curvaceous crown of his shaft against your g-spot. And it’s with such Herculean effort that you’re managing to loop your hands underneath your thighs, pulling upwards. “Like- like this–?”

“Sorry- sorry, my baby. My pretty girl.” He’s panting underneath his breath, capped knees nudging the sides of your hips to further make you squirm. “Some more, please?”

You don’t even feel like you can breathe as you’re obliging his sinful whims, hamstrings scorching with the stretch of holding your legs higher. “Like this?”

“No- some more.”

And this time he isn’t pleading with you - Choso’s taking it.

He’s grabbing matters into his own hands; positioning your thighs underneath his firm deltoids, bullying them all the way down, down, down until your knees strike your tits. Folding you into a- fuck, he had you in a mating press. 

One palm placed beside your head, the other smearing your glossy folds open- just for him to purse his lips and spit. 

That was how he was apologizing. 

“She deserves to be fucked r-right-” Choso rasps out, syllables taking on a guttural edge. His eyes shift between your face n’ your overspilling pussy like he couldn’t decide which pretty pair of lips he was addicted to more. “Sorry- fuck. How m’I gonna fuck her right if I k-keep cumming as soon as I put it in—?”

And he wasn’t just splurging out wads of cum each n’ every time he put it in, Choso’s pretty fawn eyes were glassy with tears. 

A singular pearly drop trickling down his cheek at just how good it felt to have your spongy cervix kissin’ his sensitive tip. Again. And again. And again and again- 

“I know how you can, mm, make up for it, Cho.” You’re starting off with a whine, shaky arms finding their way around his neck. You were seeing stars, every rugged jackhammer of his cleanly lifting the edge of your ass off of the bedsprings.

“How-” Choso begs, he ruts. Rovering the cum-glazed globe of his cock over n’ over like he’s trying to pound the answer out of you. “Please tell me- tell me, baby. I wanna please you. Wanna fuck you. I can beg–?”

“No need to beg—” Because he already was, that is. 

And your mouth quirks up into a lewd smile- taking his stray hand off of the creaky mattress, you’re pressing it down on your tummy. Hard enough that he could feel the thick rovering edge of his cockhead spear your insides somewhere deep within.

Fuck, it’s like he could make out the outline of his cock. Staggering, Choso’s widened pupils follow each pathway of your tummy bulge, mouth falling into a cute ‘oh.’

“I want it, Cho–” Harder. Deeper. Your ankles lock around the back of his neck and he thinks he’s seeing heaven. You pat the area of your stomach above your womb, precisely where his rounded tip was striking. “Riiight here, m’kay?”

“Th-then I won’t miss.” Choso gasps, like a prayer. So cute n’ blushing as he’s nodding once in determination, “I’ll…”

He’s trailing off at the mere idea - but that doesn’t stop Choso Kamo. 

Oh, right now he doesn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to. His hips were out of control, drilling into you like he’s crazed - quick, stinging half-thrusts that make him feel feral every time he’s bashing your poor insides. 

“Gonna breed you then- baby- oh.” Taking ages to finish an entire fucking thought, Choso could barely even think with the way your pussy was gushing around his length.

The fatness of his crown mazes past your g-spot, making sure to just rub his puffy veins against that bundle of nerves. “Like you deserve- like she deserves.” The curved, weepy end of his shaft pries apart your walls until he finds the door to your womb. “Gonna breed this pretty pussy the b-best it’s ever- nghhh.”

Until Choso’s knock-knock-knocking his rock-hard tip against that tender spot. He stares dead-on into your eyes as you feel the polished girth of his cock push in a few stray wads of cum.

Oh, his mouth was already salivating—“And I hah- won’t apologize for it this time, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “S’not me, ma…”

And the deadpan glare you’re shooting at the King of Curses would’ve been more impactful if you weren’t completely and utterly fucked. 

Batting your teary lashes, the first response out of your mouth is a shrill whine—“A-as if.”

Eardrums popping with the pressure of having two thick, throbbing cocks shoved into you. Sukuna’s swervin’ his hips up to reach a particular spot deep inside that has you seeing white, nearly enough that you’re missing his dark chuckle.

“S’really not my fault- come onnnn, mama.” He’s rolling his crimson eyes, two palms idly grabbing your ass to help you bounce up n’ down his ravaging lengths. “Ask him to apologize, not me.”

Him - Sukuna’s smug, smirking second mouth. Monstrously big and slashed across his glissading abs, it’s almost as if it has a mind of its own once a prolonged tongue comes out to slather your inner thighs with his tastebuds. 

Again n’ again for the nth time tonight. 

And that was exactly what got the fearsome king in trouble - letting his mean mouth have too much free reign. You were thoroughly overstimulated and had no fear bringing him to his knees. 

The slimy end of its muscle tickles down your slit, “See- fuck, honestly how could you blame him?” Sukuna scoffs, slouching behind the ancient headboard to give his cursed mouth more space. “With such a pretty pussy all on hah- display. D’you enjoy driving me fuck- insane, woman?”

“B-but m’so sensitive.” You’re mewling, head throwing back the very second he’s starting to slurp up every wad of slick spraying out of you. Right down his throat. 

A hand comes spanking down on the globes of your ass cheeks, Sukuna raising a pink brow. “Mmm, my dessert’s sweet and sensitive, heh?”

Huffing n’ puffing, you’re torturously circlin’ your hips in lecherous figure-eights. Watching in awe as his second mouth completely salivates at the feeling of stirring around your hot insides. And Sukuna won’t let you fucking stop- no matter how many times you’re keening at the drag of his sloppy tongue between your silvery slit, no matter how many times you twitch.

“Shit-” Your throat wrecks with a tiny sob, sensing his tongue swirl around your throbbing clit. Every glide of your cunt down his vein-covered cock only brought you closer to his mouth. 

And your hips thrash back and forth on top of his own like you didn’t know whether you carnally wanted more or to simply run away. “Oh my god-”

“Ah ah- where are we goin’, huh?” Sukuna grins, holding you back down with a good handful gripped onto your ass. 

He hums as he notices the way his second mouth was practically glued to the folds of your cunt. Squelching away with every long, lavishing kiss up against your clit, “Oh? Greedy thing. Guess we hafta heh- take care of that.”

Oh, but Sukuna’s way of ‘taking care’ of things was to arch your sweaty back and drill his rock-hard cocks into you like he was crazed. 

Pump after pump; he’s lodging his dual tips back against the bottom of your pussy and snickering as you squeal. Hips lurching off of the luxurious bed to thoroughly fill up your every nook and cranny, “See? Aren’t I such a haaah- good lover, human? Look at me takin’ care of you.”

“Oh b-but–” You’re managing to gurgle out through your moans, nails clawing for purchase on his bulging pecs. “-you’re only making it worse.”

He grins, “Haaaah? S’not me. Don’t talk outta ya pussy, spoiled brat.”

He knew what he was doing - knew the way that manhandling you nearly into midair to ride his twin cocks only made that mouth of his more ravenous. 

Chasing after your hot, puffy core, the muscle of his tongue stretches out looong and wide to lick between your pussylips. That curled tendril of its tip aiming to reach for your tight hole inside-

“Up, up, up- Harder, mama.” Sukuna’s beady eyes dart down, feeling the warmth of your syrupy slick seep down to his own tattooed thighs. Honestly, he always did love making such a mess of you. “Unless you want him to- oh, too late.”

His cursed tongue was already tuggin’ on your elastic entrance. Chuckling as he’s feeling the way your shaky pussy cleeeenches, “Oh my god- ngh- don’t know if I can take a-all three, Kuna?”

“Awww, too bad.” Mockingly plastering a pout upon his stern lips, “If I had a third mouth I could hah- eat you out while I fuck you with both my tongue and my cocks.”

And it sounded nearly too filthy for your ears. 

The only response you’re letting off being the drenched sluuurp as he’s trying to fit his cursed tongue between your pussylips. Pushin’ and pushin’ - you swear you hear his monstrous mouth grumble at the snug resistance. 

The honed tip just finding its way inside, curlin’ deeply against the goopy roof of your pussy. “Squelching and squelching- heh, so chatty. You sure she’s not your second mou-”

“Sukuna–” You’re grumbling, completely stupid on the way he was ruining you. A fat wad of pre splatters out somewhere near your cervix and you find yourself drunkenly hiccuping. “O-one more word out of this mouth-” Tapping the pursed, plump mouth on his unfairly handsome face, “-n’ m’not riding you for a month.”

And no cursed energy might have brought down Ryomen Sukuna, no battle may have struck fear into his devilish heart.

But you could. 

And you did. 

This makes him hitch his feverish breath, this makes him buck his dual cocks wildly with a hiss. Two bruises formulating at the back of your cunt, Sukuna’s mean mouth slipping between your folds to give your clit an apologetic lil’ peck.

His rough baritone damn near breaks as he whispers, pulling into a steady cadence of strikes to your exact g-spot. “S-sorry, my wife…”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Beggin’ you!

A whine lets off the very second that Ino’s dragging his thick, pinkish tip between your leaky pussylips. “Won’t you believe me, sweetness?”

Letting off noisy slurps as he’s sliding his bulging cockhead vertically up n’down- “Please?” Up n’ down, up n’ down. “Please?” 

And you can only moan as he’s craning his head over with cutely furrowed brows, angling those slender hips oh-so-precisely to graze against your sweetest spots as your boyfriend sinks in. Inch by solid, throbbing inch. 

“My pretty?” Ino babbles through his wobbly lips, heady eyelids fluttering with each quiver of your insides. Each impatient rut of his hips. Each smack of skin-on-skin that makes him hiss. “My wiiife–?”

Fuck- the two of you weren’t even engaged, yet. And Ino was just too drunk on the feeling of your sickly sweet pussy, mouth watering every time his cockhead slipped across your textured walls. 

You’re scoffing, arms finding their way around his neck, “You’re just s-hah! saying that because you got jealous today, Taku–”

“I wasn’t jealous-”

“Takuma.”

And that makes him crinkle his nose, remembering that lil’ incident just a few hours ago when he’d picked you up from work. But in his defense, that new coworker of yours was getting way too close to you, and looking at you way too similarly to how he looked at you.

So you really couldn’t blame Ino for being a little…hostile towards the other man.

For uncharacteristically holding onto your pretty neck and usin’ the pressure to drag your body down to meet his hips. Rough. The stinging sensation makes him damn near growl out- “M’not jealous.” Almost as if to prove his point, he’s digging the neat semi-crescents of his nails against your skin, vulgar strokes coming down hard. “I-I’m really not…but...”

Amused, you’re raising a brow for him to continue.

One that he’s slowly n’ yet surely fucking away from the cute expressions on your face. Letting the slobbery edge of his tip slap the roof of your cunt in punishment. “-but if it means I get to ngh- fuck this pretty pussy silly in apology, then…”

“So you reeeeally weren’t jealous?” 

Checking the hold on your throat to make sure he’d scraped in the indents of his nailmarks, “Not at all.” And then Ino lurches his gaped mouth forwards to bite straight into the crook of your neck, leaving teethmarks for days. Just in case. “Not at a-all.” 

Leaving you to only gasp and whine like his favorite song every time the spheroid of his cock was bludgeoning against your cervix now. Probin’ in deep until you swear you could feel him bruise your poor innards, “Definitely not jealous.” The thick edges his fingers start to thumb between your sappy slit, “Definitely-”

And it wasn’t just any pattern he was drawin’ out on your treacly cunt. Ino tugs apart your saturated folds to press down on your clit and motion out a long ‘T-A-K-U’.

“-n-not jealous, pretty.”

Oh, but he was pounding you into the mattress like anything but.

All the way until your cheap bedsprings were squeaking constantly, until your taste buds tingled with the sensation of him rummaging your insides. Your voice croaks out hoarsely, “A-and you have hah- nothing to say about the way you scared off the new intern-”

“Tch, no.” Your sweet, gentle boyfriend has the audacity to roll his fawny eyes at the mere thought of him. It was honestly cute how protective he could be, smashing the honed target of your g-spot like he was trying to make you forget the other man.

The hand glued to your neck manhandles you upright enough to crash your lips into his. Ino gnaws down on your cute lower lip like bubblegum as you’re murmuring, “And if I tell you not to do it again-”

“Maybe.”

“And if I put a sex ban-”

“No, wait-”

And oh- oh, you knew that those very words would drive Ino wild. 

You just didn’t think that it would make him snap - with whatever’s left of his poor sanity. With his hazy mahogany eyes widened, mouth downturned in slight panic- “No. No no no no no- fuck.” He pins you down with the tensed core of his body, as if you were about to run away any second now. 

Already feeling pussydrunk tears welling up behind his lids- “Come back.” Pinning your restless hips with the muscles of his abs, “Wait- wait m’completely in the wrong-” Uttering a gasp, Ino slaps his doughy fingertips down on your clit. “It’s me- Hah, I got jealous, sweetness. Y-you don’t need to do something like th-that…”

And you don’t know whether that leaden ball stuck in your throat is a bunch of giggles or whines.

 “S’that sooo–?” Because Ino was spearheading his upright cock like he was frenzied, over n’ over n’ over until your eyes sprinted all the way to the back of your head. You just wanted to tease him- “So you’re sorry, baby?”

“Sorry- s-sooo sorry, pretty, mhm.” A slick line of drool trails down the side of his lips and Ino finds himself jolting as you kiss it away. “Was totally wrong, completely wrong hah-”

He’d never looked more ruined- long lashes fluttering hazily, mouth babbling away, cheeks flushed innocently. But the way that he was pressing his thighs against yours, pushing them up into such a mean mating press was anything but innocent. 

“W-well, maybe not completely wrong, Taku–” You’re starting off, and the fat, bulbous crown of his shaft jolts at the mere sound of your voice. “I should tell him to back off-”

“Completely wrong.” He cuts you off, entire toned body still wracking with the aftermath of your little threat. Of the way your warm cunt was sheathing him so lecherously that he could barely even think, barely even breathe. “I’m completely- completely, oh-”

Barely do anything but swallow the whimper that cracks at the back of his throat as he opens your jittery legs up wiiide enough that you’re hissing at the stretch.

Plump, pursed lips spitting straight down your slit. Ino wastes no time drawing out his familiar little pattern all over you glossy, oversaturated cunt, branding his name to your puffy core - T-A-K-U-M-A. 

There’s something feral in his eyes, his hitched tone- “So let me make you squirt to make up for it, pretty~”

♡ GOJO SATORU - PLEASE ME!

“I s-said m’sorry-”

“Satoru, I never told you to-”

“Oh, you want me to apologize again, sweetheart?” Gojo’s cutting you off with a hoarse chuckle, a hooked finger pressing against the blindfold dangling stupidly ‘round your neck. He’s using all his brute force to draaaag your limp, shaking body backwards into his. His rough tone lilts, “Oh noooo— Guess I hafta listen to the wifey, then~”

It’s been like this ever since he’d come back from that damn special-grade mission. 

Powers overworked, body trembling, limitless shattered where he’d let himself get hit by a sex technique of all things. And you’d lectured him on his recklessness, of course, but you never thought it would end up like this.

With you on all fours across the sprawling bed, your husband towers his chiselled body from behind- leaning over to spit a wad of saliva that sticks to your glossy lips.

“F-first, m’apologizin’ to you for bein’ so careless today.” And then he’s barely hesitating, barely even thinking before planting a firm kiss to your gaped maw. Humming at the sweet, sweet taste of you, “And then, m’apologizing to her—”

Gojo slouches back sexily, taking a right second to admire the vision of your glistening wet pussy before he adds to the mess. Spitting onto your cunt,  “H-heh, and then…”

And then comes the real apology - the stinging crash of his hips striking yours, sloppily. 

Thump-thump-thump- his fat, ridged shaft pokes n’ pokes all the way near your cervix, makin’ each knotted-up ribbon of cum inside splash around. And you can feel each veiny inch of him making your toes curl, every lick of his mushroomy tip bashin’ rhythmically against your womb. 

You’re whimpering out the cutest strangled whines- “Sh-shit- oh my godddd- ngh, Toru, what did I tell you-”

“Shhh sh sh—” Gojo’s hushing your strained voice, and just a single glance over your shoulder gifts you the most lecherous sight. 

The strongest; with his cloudy brows knitted, sweat gleaming down his temples, mouth falling agape with every suckin’ squelch of your pussy. 

He’s fucking run ragged every time he’s stirring up your insides- and he can’t stop. Babbling away, “I told you I’ll apologize-” The breathy pants of his pleas strike the back of your neck and make you shiver. Make you clench. 

It makes Gojo slap his v-line up against the globes of your ass with a moooan, “No need to- hah- go easy on me.” There’s something feral about the way his hazed sapphire eyes snap open at the mere notion, almost in panic. “Please don’t go easy on me- s’my fault- hah- I’ll apologize. I’ll apologize-”

You’re wailing, hands fisting into the dampened sheets of your bed. “B-but I already told you you don’t hck! need to apologize for getting hit by a-”

“But I want to.” One of Gojo’s hands cling onto the side of your waist, guiding you easily backwards. The other squeezing on his blindfold, squeezing your airflow. Manhandling you. “You deserve it.”

The roaming edge of his thumb sticks against your swollen folds, pullin’ them just enough to the side so that he can slither his digits down to your clit and press-press-preeess. 

“She deserves it…” And his tone makes you shiver. “-for all m’gonna heh- do to her.”

He wants to be the one crawling to you, begging, pleasing. 

Every relentless pap! of your husband’s hips makes the pale skin of his pelvis redden, makes his entire body sheath with flickers of blue lightning. He’s pumping his ravaged, aching cock into you like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. 

Not that he ever would. 

“N-never–?” You’re echoing out through unsteady breaths.

Only for Gojo to tilt his head juuust to the side with a grin, barely even ripping his gaze away from the filthy way your tight hole was swallowing his cock. Over and over. “O-oh- did I say that out loud?”

Fuck, your peripherals widen, you weren’t making it out of this alive. 

And Gojo wasn’t sure whether it was that damn technique or simply you that had his mind feelin’ all melted like this. 

Like he could barely even keep his eyelids open with every tender graze of his shaft. The throbbing veins of Gojo’s cock slide down your soft g-spot and make you jolt, “H-how many times are you going to- ngh- apologize, Satoru-”

“I’ll apologize over and over-” He’s departing through a heated gasp, knobbly thumb ringing out a loud squeeelch as he’s drawin’ cute hearts on your clit. “Won’t stop- can’t.” As he’s letting his cursed energy flare on the fringes of his digits, sending sparks running between your legs. “Again and again.”

Every syllable strikes your core - and your bruised g-spot. Thumping the round, thickened crown of Gojo’s cock in a solid bruise against your favorite areas. Repeatedly. “Forever and-” His voice cracks. “-e-ever if it means I get to fuck this cuuuute lil’ cunt of yours like this. Don’t you know you’re always right, my wife?”

“Sa-t—ngh, Toru–!” Your eyes flutter as you’re pounding your body back in an effort to match his mean pace, “Fuck- fuck, your powers-”

“Yeah- always right.” Like a mantra he couldn’t pause, like the power he couldn’t help but buzz through your puffy core. He was just in awe- “Always right. Always mine.”

And there’s something in his Six Eyes that makes him notice it first- the tiny lil’ explosions of pleasure sprinting down your spine. It makes Gojo count underneath his breath–‘three’ Giving your clit a good pinch, ‘two.’ 

Spearing the slimy tip of his cock straight into your g-spot n’ holding it there for your body to tremble at the shockwaves. Then a final, victorious ‘one’ as you crash into your high.

“I-I’m cumming–” Though, it sounds more like a question, like your orgasm was the one to crash into you. You can’t do anything but shut your eyes at way your mind was just spinning, “Shit- sh-shit, m’really, ngh-”

Letting your husband powerfully scrape every hidden inside of your walls, he’s fucking you through your high like he’s molding himself into you. 

And at this point you’re just drooling with every spank of his hips- something that Gojo notices with a grunt. Leaning over so his textured tastebuds lap greedily at the specks of spittle leaking down the sides of your pretty lips. “Mmm, see- does this show that I’m sorry en-”

Only for him to be cut off by your own mouth, tackling him into a sweet, sweet kiss.

A single peck.

Barely a graze. 

And that was all it’s taking for the big, bad Gojo Satoru - the one begging at the feet of his wife for forgiveness - to cum. To slather your dewy insides with a generous coating of his ivory cum whilst he chases your lips with a heavy groan—“Oh, oh fuck. Better- fuuuuck- better take it all, every single drop. S’my apology to you, my wife, so you better take it alllll.”

“Taking oh–” You couldn’t even speak with the way you felt full all the way up to your lungs. Every sloppy stripe of sap gushin’ out of your entrance until Gojo’s cock manages to pump it back in. 

Slap after slap of frictious skin. 

And he wasn’t just overstuffing you - he was rummaging your insides. Gasping, shuddering, twitching from the glazed crown of cockhead. The sensitive base of his length paints with a circle of white as you whimper, “Ngh- so full. Feel so full, Toru.”

“Full?”

And that’s when you’re noticing it. When that rational part of your brain unfogs with the last few tingles of your orgasm, just enough for you to realize-

He was still so, so hard. 

Leaning in with such a sleazy grin—“D’you want me to apologize for that too, my wife?”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week!

Plagiarism not authorized.

[pokerfacekowalski]

how are you people putting such a little amount. couldn't decide so i maxxed it all out ! :}

anyhoo... why's the black so diff compared to yours in-cel? mine turned out so brownish....

not about to re-modify it anytime soon though, the first was hard enough to make, SALTS.

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cute thing im coming up with

this picrew of yourself and your current hyperfixation !!

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[rans-prettydoll]

Mechanic!Sukuna . . . Part 2!

Note : mechanic!sukuna part 1 here! Make sure to read this part before so it all makes sense. ALSO MIGHT BE SOME TYPING MISTAKES.

Mechanic!Sukuna who while you are outside his house as he fixes your car, makes you watch him so you could at least understand a bit about what he was doing but fuck was it useless. The sweat on his forehead and the oil that stuck to his thick digits that you so badly wanted for him to fuck into your pretty pussy. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs as you watched him work.

Mechanic!Sukuna always noticed that whenever you came over to his house to have him fix your car, you would be wearing the skimpiest clothing. Your cute mini skirts and crop tops that he had mentioned before in his mind but every time he saw you his dick would throb.

Mechanic!Sukuna would send you away with a perfectly fixed car and before you got in it, you would kiss him in return with a side of money. Of course, you got a discount. Shit, he would make you pay in a different way. His favorite pretty customers always got pretty prices.

Mechanic!Sukuna who would groan and talk shit whenever you had called him only a few days later about how you had driven over a nail while on your way back from work. You were upset and he could practically hear the pout in your voice as you complained about your flat tire. He would then only a few minutes later, pull up in his car to come get you. You were so upset as you got out of the car, explaining to him what happened. Gosh, you were so adorable and you didn’t even know how much he wanted to fuck you over the hood of your car right now. He wanted to fuck some sense into you, to make you stop fucking up your car so much that he obviously would have to fix it, but man did he hate it so good. He loved the way you always called him first. Even for stuff that didn’t have to deal with your car. He loved the way you depended on him for things that you felt only he could help you with. He was so lost in thought that he only broke out when he felt you hug him as you whined in his chest. Your button-down shirt had a bit too many buttons opened but it was valid because of how hot it was out, it showed your pretty cleavage. Oh, how bad he wanted to suck and leave a hickey right on those tits that you loved to show off to him so much while he was trying to focus on your car. But back to the current moment. He would sigh and place one hand on your back, patting it before placing the other hand on your ass. Giving it a small pat too as he spoke in the rough tone of his, “Fuck woman..can’t take care of a car for shit. For right now just get in mine and I’ll drive ya pretty ass home. We’ll worry about yours in a few. Don’t worry, I’ll fuckin’ come back and get it of course. But ya know ya gonna have to pay me back...I don’t think I want money this time. This ass lookin’ too cute in these work pants…” He would say before leaving a small smack on your ass to which you would whine before swinging yourself off him. Walking back to your car to grab your bags and everything and putting it in his car then getting in the passenger seat.

Mechanic!Sukuna who ended up fucking you silly in the back of his car once he made it in your driveway. He had you bouncing on his dick so good that it made the whole car shake as you moaned. You were trying to keep it down, for fuck sake you didn’t want your nosey neighbors to hear you getting fucked so good to the point where you couldn’t think straight anymore!! All you could do was babble as you held onto his strong shoulders. He had your work shirt popped open and bra halfway off, just enough for him to pop a tit out as he sucked on it. Swirling his tongue and making sure to leave hickeys all over that pretty chest of yours just like he had been wanting to do ever since he’d met you. “Shit..woman. Told ya I was gon’ make ya pay me back, aye? But I guess it’s a payment the both of us can enjoy.” He would say as he took a long lick from your left tit up to your neck where he had marked a few minutes before. He took one of his hands and he brought it down to smack that plumped ass of yours that you had been showing off to him in those mini skirts you always wore. Always bending over so he could see your pretty panties and then acting like you didn’t know that you were making his cock ache. But now he had that same cock stuffed into your pussy, making you bounce and clench on it until he fucked some sense into that brain of yours. Until you learned how to take better care of your car. But you knew you wouldn’t, fuck if this was the outcome that you were going to get each time you fucked up your car from now on. You would make sure to pop a tire or something!! You didn’t even know. But fuck all you knew at the moment was that his dick was so good. Better than you had ever imagined while you had been playing with your pussy to his voice whenever you called him telling him about how you would be coming over the next day to get your car fixed. You let out a loud moan as you felt him thrust up into you, bullying your pussy so good as he lectured you. “Ya gonna listen now, huh? Ya gonna stop fuckin’ up ya car? Or do I have to have ya bouncing on my dick like this every time until ya get some sense into that pretty head of yours? Such a nasty, thing. I know ya only fuck your car so that ya can come over.” He would say as he let out a deep chuckle before pulling you off as he cummed all over your tummy. You would cum too, all over his back seats. So what if he knew your plans all along, he seemed to like the idea just as much as you. You loved your mechanic.

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[megapteraurelia]

roommates!osasuna who make you dinner every night: osamu cooks like a god and suna just leans against the counter, shirtless because he can't be bothered to throw on a shirt (plus, he does enjoy the looks you give him or the rough grip osamu has on his neck when he's standing in the way).

osamu ends up feeding you while suna's shoulders keep your legs spread underneath the table, face buried between your thighs. the grip you have on osamu's arm is deathly, yet his spoon still taps your mouth, his voice rough when he tells you to open up.

roommates!osasuna who each insist on showering with you, even when they had already washed themselves. osamu who catches you by the hem of your panties when you enter the bathroom and try to flee, seeing both of them under the spray of the water already, who pulls you in closer, the material digging in between your slick folds.

"where do ya think yer going?"

"i— i just-ah wanted—"

suna who holds you up, his arms slung underneath your legs so osamu's hips have free reign to fuck into you. his voice sounds sweet and cruel in your ear, "yeah? wanted what, baby?"

roommates!osasuna who have completely different energies in bed. osamu is slow, commanding, dominant in a soft-spoken way, his hand resting against your throat and suna's neck lightly, like a warning, like a promise. he doesn't shy away to put both of you in your place when you act up, arms headlocking suna ever so often because he especially loves to be a brat.

suna is a lazy tease until he isn't, until he gets serious, because then he's all over you, hot whispers in your ear, his hips grinding until you're breathless. he loves especially when his hand pumps osamu's cock and he hears the low groans in tandem with your higher moans.

roommates!osasuna who sometimes accidentally flirt at the same time and you forget how to function. when osamu presses a glass of water to your lips, his other hand lingering on your back, "drink up, sweetheart." or when suna offhandedly fixes your hair, pulling it back to braid it for you, his legs brushing your own and he tells you, "messy suits you."

roommates!osasuna who crowd you in the hallway just to 'talk', and it's osamu's arm braced against the wall beside your head and suna leaning in close, his hand on your jaw forcing you to look up to them.

roommates!osasuna who are a mix of soft praise and filthy mouths, "look at ya, sweetheart, begging so sweetly, so messy. c'mon, on yer back f'me. face up so sunarin can see how pretty ya look."

and if it was only that, but— "you wanted that, don't forget, baby. asked for this even: two cocks, four hands," suna's behind you, his fingers nimble on your puffy clit as if you aren't about to combust from the stretch of osamu's dick inching itself deeper into you.

"you're trembling, baby. i promise you can take another, ah fuck, 'samu —" he trailed off, teeth finding your sweaty neck when suna's cock flinched inside you at the added friction of osamu, and a high-pitched whine escaped him, "you're made for this, yeah, you are. such a little whore, look at how easy he slid in—"

and here you are, trapped in between two bodies as they fucked you in tandem, the friction delicious, the wet squelches like music in your ears amidst osamu's grunting and suna's mewls, strings of spit coating your skin when their mouths found each other over your shoulder, and their hands—

pressing down your abdomen, on your overstimulated clit, lodged in your mouth, heavy on your tongue.

you see stars, that's how hard you came.

roommates!osasuna who shift slightly, tears still drying on your cheeks, body limp and sensitive from the way they took turns using you and holding you down like belong to their own little puppet show.

osamu is the first to come back to himself, and he shakes his head a little, his muscles still involuntarily twitching, breath heavy, voice wrecked from groaning your name. when he sees you trembling and dazed, he's already leaning over you, hand heavy and warm on your jaw. his thumb brushes your bottom lip and his voice is low and steady, "still with me, sweetheart? hm? c'mon, open those pretty eyes f'me."

when osamu takes care of you, it's all safety, it's all home, it's gentleness coming to life in the way his hand finds its way to your chest to feel your heartbeat for a moment, before he's up and already wetting a warm cloth, grabbing water, fluffing the pillows underneath you and suna.

sunarin instead is quiet, pressed close, body heat melting into your skin. his fingers ghost over your thighs, your waist, your shoulders. his voice is a sleepy murmur, soft against your ear as he nuzzles in, face buried in your hair.

"you're so good for us, baby, always so good."

he doesn't outright asks about your wellbeing like osamu does, but he watches the way your body comes down from everything and when you shiver, he tugs a blanket up. when you whimper, he kisses the back of your neck.

you love sunarin when he's smug, when he teases you, when he talks back to osamu, but you love when he's half-lidded and flushed, holding you close a tiny bit more.

and then he says, "still feeling me inside you, huh?"

his fingers trail down, gently pressing over where it still aches and when osamu's back to wipe you down, suna is the one who holds your legs spread when you're too weak to.

"sunarin."

suna hums, "yeah?"

"out."

"but it's so warm."

osamu's voice is gruff, wiping a streak off your inner thigh, "how am i supposed to clean 'er up if yer dick's still in— stop grinding, rin."

and he was. suna is insatiable in the way his hips automatically move to lightly rut into you, in the way his mouth kisses your throat and licks up strips of sweat. your head lolled back, your face flushed, as you're already entering another reality again, too far gone.

"out, rin," osamu's hand splayed on suna's thigh, fingers digging in, "i'll give ya somethin' to keep warm with later."

that does the trick, and when suna pulls out, cum leaks alongside it, and the feeling of the stuffiness gone, the feeling of their proof of love escaping almost has you whining.

"she's leaking down her legs. fuck, that's hot," suna murmurs, voice scratchy, his finger dipping to catch some, "we should take a picture."

osamu doesn't say anything but he thinks he agrees, his eyes transfixed as his hands rub your hip bone gently, almost reverently just to watch. the slick shine between your legs, the trails on your skin, the way you're open, trembling.

"look at ya, drippin' all over the place."

his hands move slow at cleaning you up, pausing between wipes to press kisses to your inner thigh, your hip, your belly, voice wrecked in between the soft caress, "so messy, sweetheart. we did a number on ya."

you were sleepy with his gentle care, with the way suna's hand strokes your hair, his other hand cupping your boobs — not in a sexual way, just warm, heavy, arm draped over your torso.

once you're clean, once suna's clean (and osamu's very thorough in the way he licked up the residue cum), once osamu's checked your body over like he's trying to memorise every bruise and bitemark they had left on your skin, he joins both of you in the bed. chest against your chest, hand cupping your face, his other on suna's waist over you — he belongs right there with you two.

"proud of ya, sweets, you always take us so damn well."

roommates!osasuna who both kiss your cheeks at the same time, whispering i love you from different sides of the best, blanket tucked all around you, warm with their body heat, their affection, their desire.

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[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ CAN I PUT YOU ON HOLD? ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. cunniligus, lil' bit of dirty talk and more... i'm too tired to type it all out </3

author's note: idk personally i wouldn't take that.. but i guess i would if it was satoru. anywaysss enjoy

satoru's a busy man — balancing his responsibilities as a teacher and as a sorcerer is no easy task, but he finds a way to make it work.

anyone who's known him for longer than a minute can easily tell that satoru's committed to his line of work. as much as he complains about it, the truth is that it's one of his top priorities. maybe even the first one.

and you get a taste of just how devoted satoru is when he picks up the phone in the middle of fucking you. 

"hello?" satoru cooes, eyes focused on your indignant expression as he holds a finger to his lips. "yeah, i'm free to talk. what is it?"

"free to talk?" you mouth at him incredulously. satoru replies with a wink and grins, enjoying the show. you're still pinned underneath him, bedsheets haphazardly strewn across your body, and satoru savors the sight of you all needy and pouty.

"yeah, take your time," satoru says amusedly to whoever's on the other side of the phone after a moment. when you reach up and swat satoru's chest indignantly, he uses his free hand to pin your wrists above your head, a clear warning in his eyes.

after a couple of mhm's and of course's, the conversation still isn't over. your patience is waning — who is satoru to just stop in the middle of fucking you to pick up a phone call and say that he's free to talk?

you try to distract yourself by thinking about the mindblowing sex you were having just minutes ago. the longing, glassy stares; the red scratch marks down satoru's back; and of course you couldn't leave out the words.

"fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetheart." "atta girl, you're a natural slut, aren't ya?" "your pussy was made to be fucked by me, wasn't it?"

how did that turn into "yeah, make sure the higher-ups know about this, otherwise they'll give me hell for it. mhm"?

after another bland minute, satoru rolls off of you and sits up with his back against the headboard, sheets falling to expose everything from his waist up. 

you whine in impatience, glaring at him like a sullen child. satoru basically just edged you — one second you're about to get to best orgasm of your life, the next you're forced to watch your boyfriend chat on the phone nonchalantly as if he wasn't just moaning your name like a slut three minutes earlier.

satoru shoots a glare at you and pats his lap, pressing a finger to his lips as a reminder to stay quiet.

well then, he shouldn't have picked up the phone in the middle of fucking you.

you scoot yourself into his lap, purposefully positioning yourself so that your pussy just barely rubs against the head of satoru's still-dripping cock.

it's so worth it when you hear satoru inhale a sharp breath and start to squirm under you, somehow both trying to push himself inside but also trying to inch himself away. it's like he can't decide, but the way his face flushes red speaks volumes.

his voice is breathier than normal as he squeezes his watery eyes shut. "yeah yeah, that's perfect. you mind if i put y'on hold for a sec? alright, thanks."

you glance over at satoru as he retracts the phone from his ear and puts it on mute. not even a second later, he's back on you, manhandling you into a position where he can comfortably eat your pussy, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"you think you're so fucking funny, don't ya?" satoru cooes, looking up at you as he eats you out sloppily. a mixture of his saliva and your essence drips down his chin, and the lewd sounds slipping from his lips are pornworthy. the wail that slips out of your lips when satoru bites down on your thigh hard enough to leave a mark is anything but appropriate, especially when he presses his lips back to your pussy and laughs in the middle of tonguefucking you.

"fuck, you're so lucky my phone's on mute right now," satoru groans, still buried in between your thighs. "god, if my old man could hear you now—"

"your dad's on the other end of the phone?!" you gasp, swatting satoru's head and frantically reaching over him to check if the phone was actually on mute — knowing satoru, it could've just slipped his mind. intentionally.

satoru scowls, muttering a reminder for you to stay still while he eats his dessert before rolling his eyes and grumbling "what does it matter?"

"uh, that's embarrassing!" you whine. when satoru nudges his nose against you again, you reluctantly spread your thighs for him so he can continue his meal. satoru mumbles a thanks, but he doesn't respond beyond that.

"satoru!"

"what??"

"don't you have to finish your call?"

satoru sticks out his bottom lip, fixing his cerulean eyes on you and pouting. "you were just complaining about the call and now you want me to go back??"

"it's your dad, satoru," you groan, pushing his shoulders away from your legs and ignoring his protests. "you don't get any more pussy until you finish that damn call."

"i hate you."

"love you lots, baby."

satoru sighs dramatically and unmutes the call, not bothering to respond to his dad's questions with answers longer than a word or two. after another minute of this, his dad finally hangs up and satoru lets out an elated cheer.

he turns to you with a mischievous smirk. 

"now, where were we?"

[ilovethanosdick]

Choi Su-bong/Thanos (Squid Game) x fem! reader HCS

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN!!!!!

also first ever post?! it’s a little short, but hope ya enjoy!!

SFW:

• he ADORES physical touch

• touching u at every chance he gets, like even simple hand holding, leaning against u

• HE LOVES IT ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES FROM U!!

• casually grabs u by ur ass in public, or give u a lil slap. when u confront him about it, he acts like he dont know what are u talking about, then giggle

• using ur breast like fidget toy, when he’s stressed

• squeezing it, when he feels like it

• shoving his head between ur boobs, bro can stay like that for a good 10 minutes until he calms down

• if u ask him if he would still love u as a worm, he would tell u that he’s not a zoophile

• pet names!! baby, babe, princess are his favs!

• he’s not so good with commitment and stuff like that, would prefer an open relationship (one sided tho, he's so possesive of u)

• have huge jealousy issues when it comes to u

• a male species near u??? he goes into rage mode, getting aggressively touchy to claim u! show everyone that u are his!!

• would apologise to u with rap songs

“Y/N” he screamed outside your house. throwing rocks at the window to wake u up.

“what the fuck…” u muttered to yourself, as u walked over to the window to check what this idiot come up with this time.

as soon as he saw your face, he screamed again, his hands clutching onto his chest “SEÑORITA!!! I WANT TO APOLOGISE TO U!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! U DO REALISE THAT ITS 3 AM RIGHT NOW???” u screamed back at him, slightly leaning forward through window.

“I LOVE U!!!!!” he get on his knees.

“ARE U HIGH?????” u asked, clearly pissed at his presence.

“HI!!!!!” he said as he waved his hands to u, enthusiastically with a goofy grin.

even after this response, u can’t tell if he’s high. that’s pretty much how he’s acting regardless if he’s on drugs or not.

he turn on boombox, a cliche beat hit your ears. he stands up and cleared his throat.

“Yo, I messed up, I admit it, I’m a clown,

Flirting like a fool when you weren’t around.

But I swear, it was harmless, just a slip of the tongue,

Now I’m here confessing where I went wrong.

I told her, "Hey, nice shoes," and that’s all I meant,

But now I’m in the doghouse, paying the rent.

Baby, you’re the star, the queen of my heart,

And that other conversation? A throwaway part.

She laughed at my joke, yeah, I felt kinda cool,

But now I see, I was the class clown fool.

I’d never trade you for some silly chat,

You’re the boss, the CEO, I’m just the doormat.

I’ll buy you flowers, write your name in the sky,

Sing off-key if it’ll dry your eyes.

I’ll even quit drugs if you need me to,

Just don’t leave me hangin’, I’m a mess without you.

So baby, I’m here, on my knees with this beat,

Admitting my crimes, can’t handle defeat.

Let’s laugh this off, put it in the past,

‘Cause you and me, girl, we’re built to last.”

he end up the song showing a small heart formed with his thumb and index finger.

u sighed “all right, come inside”

“YAYY!!!” he did a happy jump and clapped his feet in midair.

• tbh he’s so silly

• steals flowers from a random garden for u

• night visits, but uses a window instead of a door to enter ur place, literally like some kind of teenager

• even if u gave him the keys to ur apartment, he will use the window no matter what

it was dark outside, about 11 pm. u were coming back from work. damn how exhausted u felt. some arguments with clients, boss yelling at u. it was not ur best day for sure.

u checked ur phone. still no text from Thanos. why he was ghosting u? probably he don’t want to deal with ur complains about how bad ur day went.

u opened the apartment door. u don't give a damn about anything. you plan to go to bed right away, you don't have the strength to change your clothes, wash yourself or eat something.

you threw everything aside and went to the bedroom. when you turn on the light in the room, you see your boyfriend lying on his side, resting his head on his hand, rose in his teeth.

“U WANT TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK???” u flinched. u can’t get used to Thanos randomly spawning in ur house.

“and i missed u too, princess” he grinned, standing up and then theatrically hand over the rose to u.

“i brought ur fav burgers and lotta beer” he said, pointing out at ur kitchen.

“thanks” u smiled softly at him. u can’t help but melt inside at his behaviour. he’a an asshole, but what a cute asshole.

“no problem, babe” he leaned to u, giving u a tight hug. burying his face in the crook of ur neck.

• avoids deep emotional conversation

• would tell that he loves u, but he don’t put much weight into that

• he’s saying it casually like it’s common sense that he loves u

• painting each others nails!!!!

NSFW:

• pansexual king, but he wouldn’t label himself

• he don’t care about gender, he fucks who he consider as cute and that’s it!!

• when u ride him, he would comment something like: WROOM WROOM!! or YEEHAW!!!

• A TOTAL FREAK….

• piss kink (y’all can’t prove me wrong)

• HE LIKES IT DIRTY!!!!

• public sex

• like fingering u in a club or on a party, sometimes anal when he's high

• claiming u like that in front of other people?? IT TURNS HIM ON SO BADD

• never a sub, it would hurt his ego

• bro don’t know what gentle sex is

• always rough and aggressive

• smokes weed/cigarettes during sex, blowing smoke in your face

• talking about himself in third person "yeah, babe. the great Thanos will make u feel so good”

“u like that slut? u like Thanos’s dick that much??”

• he’s not into after care. usually he just rolls down on bed, doesn't even bother putting on clothes, hug u tightly and fall asleep like that

[wakandamama]

Mail Call! A Letter of Lust!

I FINALLY POSTING A SINNERS FIC 😎

While on downtime during their tour in WW1, Smoke receives a special letter and care package from his woman back home.

Part 2: Mail Call! Returned to Sender

“Mail call!” 

Smoke looks up from his game of solitaire to see his brother’s big grin as entered their unit’s tent. Stack struts in with a cheerful swagger to disrupt Smoke’s solitude. Stack plops the box into Smoke’s lap then whips out his pocket knife fancy spin and points it to a beige envelope thick with a long letter. The younger of the two raises an eyebrow in question, Smoke curling his hands into fists for a moment then lets them go, his pinkies are shaky so he nods. 

“And where you been?” Smoke asks as Stack rips his letter open for him and hands it to his brother.

“Letting this thick yella-bone outta Marseille teach my dick French. Shoulda know all them snails they be eating would make they mouths that talented.” Stack quips, wagging his tongue in triumph.

Smoke rolls his eyes and warns “Don’t get burned out there brother.” 

Smoke pulls out Annie’s letter from the envelope and watches with a rare smile as dried butterfly weed and lavender buds fall to his lap. He presses the letter to his nose and takes a deep smell of the plump colored lipstick mark at the top of the page, Smoke swears he can catch the whiff of black cherry Annie used in her lip stain. Smoke’s nose twitches in curiosity as a teal blue handkerchief flutters to his lap next, he quickly balls it into his hand and unfolds his two page letter.

“Aww shit, yo woman done sent you a bouquet." Stack teases, as he picks up some of the dried buds and sprinkles them over Smoke head.

 “What did Annie say? She send word about Mary and Mama Munroe? She send some of them cinnamon candies again?” Stack harasses while he squeezes behind Smoke on the cot. Smoke puffs one of the orange petals off his lip as he uses his head to block the words. Stack reaches around to Smoke’s lap to grab the box and receives a swift elbow to the gut that sends him yelping and rolling off back off cot to the floor. 

“Fuck you nigga!”

“Read yo’ own damn mail nigga!” Smoke scolds down at him. The older twin pointed a thumb to the small pile of little pink envelopes covered in smiley faces and kisses that Mary had sent Stack over the last 5 months.

“I’m tryna be nice and do ya favor bringin’ you ya mail, just to get assaulted in my own damn bunk!” Stack argues as he rolls up and pulls himself back to his feet.

“And thank ya… Now go be nosy somewhere else.” Smoke says, waving him off with his free hand. Stack kisses his teeth and makes a show of snatching all of Smoke’s playing cards, hustling out with a long laugh as Smoke cusses him out. 

Alone again, Smoke carefully scoops all the flower petals back into the envelope and settles it in the front pocket of his pack. He settles the handkerchief on his chest and finally stretches out on his back in the bed to read Annie’s neat and loopy handwriting.

To my dearest Elijah, 

My love, I’ve missed you terribly. 

Mary done found a new hobby with that little bit of cash Stack sent her last week. She bought a camera! I think you’ll like the gift she helped me make for you with it. It’s in the box. 

Before making her way back to Louisiana, my grandma was thorough in guiding me to make this latest batch of candy for you. It’s more of those orange and honey ones you like, but I did put a small bag of the cinnamon stuff in there for that fool Elias so he doesn't drive you too crazy. 

However, if we are talking about crazy, then we have to talk about just how badly I’ve craved you Elijah. 

Smoke shifts in his cot at the turn of tone in the letter. He lets his free hand drift to his waist band and rest right over the crotch. Just what in the world did his woman have to say? 

Sometimes I think I miss ya hands the most. How them strong fingers of yours could, play my pussy like a fuck’n’ piano. Finding just the right key to tune me up every single time. You make me louder than a cicada in the heat of the day with just two fingers in there Elijah, that ain’t sane. 

Or ya thick thumb in my mouth, putting the taste of my cunt on my tongue like lime after liquor. Can you still feel that slickness ya be draw outta me on yo’ hands Poppa? I’ve been trying to replicate just how yo do it, but it just ain’t right! Guess my fingers too short. Only you can reach in and fill me up how I need to be.  How you know I need to be filled.

Smoke lets out a low whistle at her statements, he shakes his head in disbelief at the picture painted. It aches him thinking about Annie laid out in her bed edging herself wet and whiny in thought of him. He needs to get home and fix that. 

Do you miss my hands too, baby? If ya do, just close yo’ eyes and ‘magine my hands back where they belong. You ‘member how I did it, right? I can’t just ever take it easy when it comes to handling that shaft of yours, I gotta get a whole handful of that beautiful thang before I can get started. I gotta feel the weight of you so that lusts fills my gut. Do ya miss when I’d trail up you, baby? Feel every vein on the column of you. How’d I point that dick up nice and high so I could take it down my throat?

I miss the feeling of you in my throat, Elijah. 

Tasting you is my ambrosia, Poppa. Do me a favor? Hold that dick for me, baby. Treat it nice, just how I would.

I know you miss this pussy. 

This pussy misses you, she’s still crying for you every night and it leaves me so achy Elijah. I wiped her up the best I could after just the memory of your lips on her with this scrap off my night slip. 

Can you smell me?

“Fuck” Smoke hisses between his teeth. He palms his dick through his cargos, it is tight and hard, becoming slick at the tip at Annie’s written words. Smoke bites his lip in and glances at the door of the tent before checking his watch.

Only 2 hours until curfew. He could get it in. 

Smoke presses the teal cloth to face, deeply inhaling and praying that the boat ride over didn’t deter the essence of Annie off it. Smoke groans, right there, a bit hidden by the dried florals is the musk of his woman. All bold and familiar, the scent of Annie’s pussy prompts Smoke to unzip and keep stroking. God he needs to get back home to her. 

I liked my hands on you Elijah. Up and down. Up and down. Slow and steady so I could feel your pulse between my thumbs while I kissed up and down that dick of yours. I loved swirling the tip wit’ my tongue so I can taste every little drop of you on my tastebuds before I let you down my throat. 

If I remember right? Ya like that little choke sound I’d make when ya dick would jump when I was coming back up. Right? You’re a fucking freak likin’ to choke your girl with that thickness. What if I spit Poppa? All that good nut leaking out my mouth before it can even get in me? Wasteful.

“Fuck, Ann.” Smoke groans lowly as he beats his dick just as Annie describes. Slow. Steady. Up. Down. Phantom touches of her soft hands make him jump. He remembers her pretty puffy lips swallowing all seven inches of him down the velvet of her throat in one swallow then how she would make it re-appear twitching, glistening with her spit. All done with only a whiny moan humming on his lap. Annie is magic like that. 

He pictures that woman running the tip of her heavy and heavenly tongue right along the veins of his dick. Then that fucking tease of his, swirls the tip, pop off it with a loud kiss just to swallow him down again.

“Annie.” Smoke moans again, forcing the collar of his shirt into his mouth to muffle his moans as just the thought of Annie’s command made him uncontrollable. The slick sounds of his actions become louder and quicker.

Elijah please be careful with that dick, that’s mine. You are mine and I need my things to come back to me in perfect condition. Because Poppa…I need you to fill my coozs up from every angle. On any surface. Only you can satisfy that ache between my legs, only you can make me ache so good. You got the only thang that can make this cunt all hot and puffy. I know you like that shit, some soft pussy to thrust into, lay into, have bounce on ya. 

You want this ass on you? I miss the smacks we’d make, I miss pushing all this weight against you and you putting it right back on me. You wanna get in me baby?

“Yesss.” Smoke moans out, half muffled as his head bobs back and he starts to thrust sloppily into his wet fist. He starts to crumble the cloth over his nose so he can breathe deep of her scent once more.

I moaned your name last night. Blessed it be I ain’t neighbors for a mile or they would know your whole government. Fuck being Smoke, fuck being Mr. Moore. They’d know Elijah. They’d know that this pussy is yours only, Poppa. They’d know I’m just some bitch in heat about you. Come home soon, so you can fill me up and I can have my body back. 

Love you, always.

Annie Greenwood

Smoke drags the cloth down and presses it firmly over his mouth to mute his shouting grunt as he comes hard into his hand and drawls. He pants in more and more of Annie’s essence as he comes down from the high of his nut. After a few breaths, he lets himself go boneless in ecstasy and actually breathes air. Smoke didn’t know kinda magic had to be done, but he needed her in a dream tonight. Requiring it for his own mental stability at this point, he has already spent 40 days in hell with 369th Infantry in this European war, can’t a good soldier atleast get a wet dream of his woman? 

Smoke can only catch his breath for another moment before hearing boots and hoots from the other making their way towards the barrack. 

“Damn.” he hisses and swiftly sits up and places a pillow in his lap. He pretends he didn’t just make a mess in his drawls over Annie’s written words, instead making his hands busy with opening the gift box. It’s a group of four soldiers who just greet Smoke but mind their own busy with getting ready for bed.

 Smoke opens the box and frowns at some black cord necklace, he recognizes that it was one of them mojo bags that Annie and her grandmother both wore. Annie had placed a slip of paper under it. 

“Put this on, so you and ya brother come back safely to me.”

That was all the instruction. It ain’t say nothing about a prayer or any kinda ritual. Just put this on because I said so. And for Smoke, that was enough, believing in Annie was always enough. 

Smoke chuckles softly, gives his shy grin and slips it on with a perfect fit. Annie was good at remembering the dimension of his neck after all, it was her favorite place to put her hands when she-

Smoke quickly shook off the thoughts before his dick got hard again and he’d have to try and sneak out for a cold shower with only 40 minutes to spare for curfew. 

He settles the bag of orange honey drop into his pack, then tosses Stack’s cinnamon bullshit on his cot to the left of him. He finally gets to the bottom of the box and sees a photograph wrapped in tissue paper. He hums in intrigue as he unwraps it to find-

“You're a damn cheat Stack!”

“Learn to play dominos and then you can talk about cheating! You just made I took yo lil lunch money!” Stack banters back with one of the boys as they get ready to enter the tent. Just as they go in, Smoke is hustling out a change of lounge clothes and shower kit pressed to his crotch, the white-back of a photograph pressed to his chest and a look of flustered determination across his face. Stack frowns and grabs Smoke’s arm to stop him. 

“Where the Hell you going?

“Shower.”

“But curfew is i-”

“I know when it is nigga! Worry boutcha self.” Smoke interrupts, shaking his brother’s hand off his arm. Smoke goes to march on but pauses long enough to make eye contact.

“Write Mary and tell her to throw that damn camera in a creek!”

[yayotalkshow]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!!!!

Especially to all our favorite daddies ;) Come celebrate our favorite One Piece daddies with us with our new DADDY'S DAY COLLECTION!!!!!! In stores now!

(We also added tie-dye refreshes to our new and old Pride merch!)

[kissyrafe]

pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader meeting rafe for the first time

cw: nothing. also like this is a scrap but enjoy (!reader moldboard here ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎)

north carolina's heat certainly killed you.

your hand swatted back and forth to cool you down as you heard a 'ding' echo through the fish shop's humid air. looking up from your phone, you see two tall guys walking in. "man i'm tellin' ya, that shit was— shit was huge," one of them exclaimed, stretching his arms out to demonstrate the sheer size of whatever he was talking about. you stood up properly, straightening your back as you turned your head to greet the customers. "welcome. if you need help with anything, lemme know." your lips turned into a shy smile, looking at both of them. the guy that had talked before smirked and spoke. "thanks sweetheart, 'think we got this." he gave you a small wink before secretly nudging his arm to his friend as they both looked at you.

you gave them a slightly confused but kind look when they breezed past you, strong cologne filling your nostrils as it masked the shop's aquatic smell. you tapped your nails against the glass of the counter, watching while they walked around each aisle. you could still hear their voices, but couldn't quite understand what they were talking about.

your phone was still open to your friend's text as she invited you to hang out after your shift. your fingers began typing a response, your eyes quickly darting up to see where those two guys were only for one of them to be right in front of you. startled, you let out a small gasp and almost let your phone slip from your hands.

he cleared his throat. "sorry, did i uh, did i scare you?" it wasn't the one that was talking to you before, it was his friend. maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the embarrassment, but your cheeks were brushed with light pink as you tried to speak. "no, nothing like that—sorry." you looked down at the counter to see a small pack of lures and a black lighter. you first grabbed the lure, scanning it as the price popped up on the register's screen, $3.50. then, you typed in the lighter's price, knowing it well as you've worked here since you were a little kid, $7.03.

"$7.03," you look up at the guy again. his features are so sharp and charismatic, even when he has a straight face. you could see the small beads of sweat on the tips of his buzzed hair. he reaches for his wallet, and your eyes follow his sinewy arms. pulling out a ten, his arm extends before he stops abruptly. "how 'bout some bait, what's that gon' cost me?" he looks down to the containers of bait next to you.

you bite your lip, trying to hold back a smile. "on the house." you say, sliding the styrofoam container towards him. he seems to have taken the hint as he gives you a smile that shows his teeth. his eyes narrow, piercing through you.

you grab the bill from him, your fingers feeling a small piece of paper underneath too.

you hear the guy grab his items, not even waiting for you to bag them up. "y'know what, keep the change." his smooth voice runs through your ears when you look at him again. "yo top, let's go." his volume raises as he calls out for his friend, still staring right at you before breaking away from his gaze and walking out with his friend.

you were once again confused by this whole interaction. looking down at the bill, you look down at what was underneath it.

it was his number.

[littlelovelunette]

sevika x reader, and some sleazy guy tries to hit on reader and sevika sees. chaos ensues, sevika knocks him out and then takes reader home and shows them who they belong to

Sevika's Wife

contains smut, mirror sex, stabbing, violence, fingering, biting, degradation, pussy spanking, cunnilingus, squirting, praising

"you like the idea hm?" sevika played with the hem of your dress, the lace edges giving you a sexy look. you both were discussing honeymoon ideas now that you both were engaged

"yeah, it's nice and soft," you said and took a sip of your whiskey smiling at the woman before you, you both were gonna be spending your lives together it was something you couldn't even bring yourself to imagine it just sounded way too good to be true but here you were.

"i was just thinking of you while I thought of them," sevika said as she went back to screwing some fixings into her mechanical arm flexing the in-built blade before retracting the blade and continuing her work in comfortable silence.

you propped your head against your hand as you wondered what being married to sevika would be like, it was already similar to heaven just dating the woman imagine being labelled her wife...

"yo mami nice plump ass," a guy slurred drunkenly from across the bar and you didn't realise it was meant to you at first but then you turned your head once you felt his gaze raking your body

"oh no," you whispered under your breath this was bad. not the fact that he was hitting on you but the fact that sevika was watching it all along, sevika didn't step in and continued fixing her metal arm

"let me buy ya' a drink," the man got up walking towards the both of you, you were remarkably short so the man seemed somewhat taller than you by a few inches towering over where you were seated as if in an attempt to intimidate you

in normal scenarios you'd scoff and say you've seen better but for once it was in front of sevika so you decided to play along with the silence

slowly sevika rose from her chair easily towering over the man from where she stood a bit more than six feet tall and by the way things seemed you were certain this unfortunate soul (the drunk man) would be six feet under.

"that's my wife, junkie. fuck off." sevika growled but the man didn't seem to budge as he reached for a gun in his holster but sevika was faster instantly stabbing the retractable blade inside the man's forearm earning screams all around the bar but she didn't care.

some were running away, some drunken people watching, some recoiling in fear as you stifled a laugh, blood was dripping down from where sevika had stabbed the man

sevika retracted the blade like it was a daily thing for her (which it was) and walked over to you draping one of her muscular arms over your shoulder and leading you out of the bar.

you could see her chest was heaving up and down fast and she was likely fuming with rage inside she didn't want to kill the man there where people would bear witness and all

she didn't wanna fuck up the marriage

but she was still furious at the drunken man for talking to you like that it made you wonder what would've went down had he dared to touch you

once you both got home she didn't say a word and cleaned the blood off her mechanical arm and changed into comfortable clothes. you were in your sheer nightwear as usual, and gasped when sevika grabbed you from behind

her hands were encircled around your waist the sheer material of your dress building a barrier in skin-to-skin contact, her face was in the crook of your neck taking in the scent of milk-based soap you had used in the bath a bit ago

"you're mine okay?" she hummed as she bit your shoulder and then your neck

"a-ah, sev, that hurts," you whispered and gasped but sevika didn't stop, her flesh hand held your mouth shut

bloody teeth imprints littering places which were usually exposed to the public's eye but it seemed like sevika didn't care about any of that anymore.

you whined a little and giggled feeling her hands palming your breasts before she stuck two fingers in your pussy, pushing your panties to the side hastily and started pumping them at a painfully slow pace, "you're so wet for me darling." she whispered in your ear making you gasp and whimper in her strong arms, mechanical arm holding you firmly in place.

"oh daddy that feels good only you can make me feel good fuck fuck..." you whined out as her fingers scissored inside your pussy stretching you out and letting the arousal drip onto the fabric of your panties soiling them

"so wet so needy huh?" sevika bit your earlobe as you shuddered and turned you towards a mirror so you could clearly see as she fingered your pussy under your panties, thick fingers slipping inside your obscenely wet hole

"d-d-daddy," you gasped and writhed in her arms the need to cum increasing with every little movement of her dangerously expert hands

just as she rubbed your sweet spot you gasped and grabbed onto the edges of the mirror cumming on her fingers and completely ruining your panties

"mm, look at you filthy slut, sevika tutted and pulled your head back so you could kiss her deeply tongue swirling together and you just knew it you were stuck with this woman for eternity

sevika pushed you down onto the bed, pulling your panties off and folding your legs against your chest so she could get a good view of your pussy and ass

the wetness from your pussy trickling down onto your plump ass cheeks and asshole giving her a very obscene view to get off to

"you're my woman," sevika said biting down on your inner thigh making you gasp and grit your teeth sevika didn't stop and left marks all over your knees thighs and then she started lapping up your juices

her tongue worked perfectly over your heart engulfing your clitoris in her mouth between long, bold licks taking her time with you

"oh daddy I'm all yours," you could only moan and throw your head back in pleasure drooling all over the place as sevika lovingly ate your pussy

she spat on your pussy and suckled on your sensitive bud making your body shiver a little, "yes all mine," she whispered between her ministrations

sevika pushed two fingers inside your pussy the tight passage stretching around her thick finger again as she fingered you

her fingers rubbed against the inner walls of your pussy making you see stars and in this position she was getting deeper in your little tight cunt

"g-goodness... daddy..."

sevika brought her hand back to slap your pussy before she continued fingering it again, mouth working diligently on your clitoris she loved doing this to you and watching you fall apart in her hands

"are you gonna cum for me?" sevika asked her voice uncharacteristically soft, "cum on my fingers like the dirty little whore that you are?"

"yes daddy, yes!" you whimpered and whined before you felt your pussy convulse squirting on her fingers

sevika pulled her fingers back a gentle smile playing on her lips which was a rare sight to behold as she helped you get off the bed to clean up

"my pantiesss..." you whined a little seeing the soaked cotton panties next to the bed covered in cum and arousal

"i'll get you more," sevika kissed your head before helping you clean up and put on fresh clothes to bed, "you did so good I'm proud of you."

[pomefioredove]

a-yo there, Claudette! how ya' doin'? could I ask a request with the overblot gang like this: they are flirting with reader, in some case is more boldly, another is smoothly or a 'smart'/well thought out flirt, (because i'm SURE that leona and vil don't flirt the same, or blue and idia, for example). reader blushes a lot and looks away. after a second of silence, reader flirts back just as smoothly, slyly or boldly. how do the 7 primors react? 💗💗

thanks in advance! take care<3

oooh- yes, of course!! I had fun with this. it also occurs to me how bad most of them would be at flirting...

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type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

anyone here familiar with Victorian courting rules?

well, Riddle is

he is alllll about etiquette

literally "no hand holding before marriage"

the boldest he gets is with... flowers

for what he can't say or do outright, he can convey in floriography

daisies for loyalty, pink camellia for longing...

if he's feeling bold, he may add a lavender sprig or two

now, imagine his surprise when you send him a red orchid...

his face blushes the same color as the flower and he gets all giggly

going around Heartslabyul, saying he's got to send you a red rose back

...as if anyone knows what that means

(everyone in his dorm thinks you're both crazy)

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Leona is the god of avoidance

he would rather crawl on his hands and knees through sewage than be honest with himself about his feelings

so, what does he do when he knows he's falling for you?

bullies you

like, lovingly

it's just easy for him to banter and push you around

he will call you short no matter what your height is, let himself into your room to sleep on your bed and make direct eye contact with you while he knocks your things off your desk

like... petty cat behavior

he was not anticipating you to reciprocate

man, you have a mouth on you

the things you say... color him impressed

honestly, he likes you even more than before

...which now makes avoiding his feelings impossible... crap

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unfortunately I think Azul's best attempt at flirting is staring at you across a crowded room

he's a flatterer by default, but, like, he actually likes you

he knows how to get someone into a contract, but not how to ask you out on a date

funny, right?

well, not for him

it takes all of his courage just to say you look nice

Sevens, what is wrong with him?

you make him feel like an utter fool... so, of course, he has to compensate

now, when he's around you, he becomes smarter, more interesting, and about three times as pretentious

to impress you. obviously

then you match his energy and he's right back to square one

who knew he could get so easily flustered?

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Jamil doesn't "flirt"

...at least, that's what he tells himself

before you, he'd simply never had a reason to. now...

how hard can it be, right?

and, well, he's not half-bad at it

Jamil knows how to keep his cool, and flattery is his second language

and he gets a chance to show off a little...

perfect, right?

well...

he can never seem to surprise you

every hint he tries, every subtle compliment and little smirk, you have something equally as crafty

...not what he had in mind, but, hey

the psychological warfare makes flirting much more interesting

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Vil is, perhaps, the only person here who actually knows what he's doing

not that he's used to flirting

he just... knows how to talk to people

he's always quite subtle about it

forward advances are tasteless, if you'd ask him

he tends to flirt in subtle, but meaningful ways

that is, he makes his intentions known through touch

nothing aggressive, of course

a gentle squeeze of your shoulder, a brush of his hand against yours, an arm around your waist...

just enough to fluster you (which he so enjoys doing)

imagine his surprise, then, when you start touching him back

wordlessly holding his hand, sitting close enough to him to feel your shoulder against his...

he'll admit, he admires your boldness

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the only "you" that Idia is flirting with is a chat bot he programmed to talk like you

I mean WHAT who said that

he DEFINITELY does not have that. haha... that'd be like, super creepy...

on that note, he also definitely DOES NOT obsessively study your words and mannerisms to better understand you

...well...

listen, he just doesn't know how to approach you!

you're so... you! and he's so... him

so, he'd much rather watch your every move and fantasize about being able to actually... talk to you...

he is, understandably, terrified when you approach him

...even more so when you seem to know about him and all his interests...

???

...you know what? he's not even going to think about it

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Malleus can be a little... old-fashioned

and by that I mean Briar Valley old-fashioned

he was taught how to court by Lilia, of all people, so you know whatever he's doing is...

...strange

and he's somewhat aware of it, too

he just thinks it'd be even stranger for him to flirt with you like...

well... you get it

everyone else

he is, however, pleasantly surprised when you seem to know what he's doing

you've been reading up on Briar Valley customs, and recognized his courting rituals pretty much right away

...not that you're going to tell him that

reciprocating his flirtations is more fun when he doesn't see it coming

he makes that one surprised face every time

like this -> o_o

[alanisstonedd]

loveisland!ony x loveisland!black!reader

cw: suggestive themes, heavy petting, fluff, cursing

an: with summer right around the corner, what could be more fitting than LOVE ISLANDDDDD AND ONY??? yes plz! i love this concept DOWN. think its so scrump-dilly-umptious and i hope yall do too! kisses baddies!!

loveisland!ony who comes into the villa as a bombshell ofc. its the first bombshell text of the season, and the dude you're coupled up with is literally the worst of the bunch. you know it, all the girls know it, TWITTER KNOWS IT. its only been a few days since y'all arrived but its glaringly obvious that you & him? AINT a match. and girl you made that clear to him with a quickness. but LORDDD WONT. HE. DO. IT!!? ON THE FIFTH DAY CHILE!! the villa was blessed with a text! and in walked ony... time just about stopped y'all. the way there was a visible glow around him as he strolled in, made your heart literally sink into your feet. he looks edible, tattoos littered all over, gold jewelery peeking in the sun, perfect teeth grinning right at you from across the terrace... you don't know if you got lucky or if this is literally fate.. you gaze at him — stunned, like you were dropped in a romcom as he jokes and daps up the boys - too dazed to notice him staring right back at you.

loveisland!ony who watches you watch him for a while. you playin ya cards close to ya chest... what? you wanna feel out the vibe first, not wanting to show him what you've been thinking since the minute he walked in the door — is this my husband...? he eventually takes matters into his own hands, pulling you veryyyy specifically out of the group. happily marching his black ass over to you, where you lounge on a daybed with some of the girls.

" 'scuse me ladies," he turns to you, eyes locked and holding you captive — like he wants them all to know that he only wants you, "would you wanna chat wit' me for a sec' mama?" forget hi, my name is! he wants you to know exactly whats up.

his deep voice cuts through y'alls excited chatter like a knife — they all turn to you with smirks, knowing this ones yours.

loveisland!ony who doesn't talk too much, but when he does, its all eyes on him. hes the comedic relief, the eye candy, his dark smirk a constant whenever hes looking in your direction. hes already walking around like he owns the place, because... he lowkey does. his ass is already making fun of ol' boy you're coupled up with, knowing hes cooked. he should just start packing now!

loveisland!ony who was locked in with you from the moment he saw your fine ass lounging on that daybed, looking like a whole fantasy. he was never really looking at anyone else, completely captivated by the way your rich brown skin glows in the sun, your beautiful figure mimicking the waves in the background, the way your bikini accentuates every part of you perfectly, your accessories complementing your vibe to a T. he doesn't know what planet he landed on, but he knows for certain that yo ass walked directly out of his dreams. his mind is racing with everything he wants to do with you... to you — wanting to know every single thing about you, while wanting equally as bad to rip that tiny bikini off and taste all of you until your legs shake. its killing him not knowing what you sound like while hes eating that pussy like a homemade meal. has a tongue piercing...

loveisland!ony whos constant eye contact damn near makes you forget your own name. you stay looking away, no used to so much of it — dont worry, he'll gently turn you back towards him every time, wanting to see your pretty face as much as he can. you find yourself lowkey worry free in his presence, forgetting every insecurity when you're talking to him. he always cracking jokes and teasing you like nobody's business, but he listens — like actually listens. its the little things really. the way he always has a calm hand on you, respectful but intimate.

the way he lets you talk your shit all you want, content just staring at your lips and humming in approval of whatever — his mind quickly wandering to how much he wants those beautiful lips on his. he wants them blushing from how passionate he'll kiss you.. when you're ready of course. its the way his complements make you feel expensive girl, he knows just how to make you feel like the shining star you sometimes forget you are. "you know how dangerous you are? got me really tryna keep my cool ma"

loveisland!ony who calls you "baby" early. and it works like a charm. you fold like a damn chair! but who wouldn't honestly.. he caresses you like you're a rare treasure, but pulls no punches when he's telling you how he feels — knowing that you're thinking the exact same. always pulling you away to lay with you, hear your voice, kiss you so slow & intense that you swear you feel how serious he is in the curl of his tongue around yours — calm, content expression on his face like he's not even trying to hide anything. and after the recoupling that sends ol boy home? ony's on fucking cloud nine. not that was he even thinking about his ass before, but now? theres NO distractions. he has you allllll to himself.

loveisland!ony who brings you breakfast in bed like its already his job — or to the make-up room where all the girls can see how good he is. waltzing in all cool-like, with your full plate, smoothie, and a smirk that says you know what im tryna do to you — his swim trunks hiked up exposing the tattoos on his thighs. he kisses you on the head with a hand on your waist, and you swear he just touched your soul. genuinely fucking spoils you — somehow managing to get you flowers, your bev is never empty, always having a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on, and a hoodie sprayed in his delicious cologne to wear.

loveisland!ony who is wayyy too smooth with it. late night chats in soul ties where hes alllll over you, stealing sips of your drink, making you laugh so hard your stomach hurts. don't let you be in a mood — hes hauling you over his shoulder immediately like "nah, we not doing that today, sorry" with a pop to your booty. speaking of that booty, its never safe from him — your shit is getting smacked when you're just walking by, smacked when you tuck in for the night and as soon as you wake up in the morning, rubbing on it while y'all are layed up on the day beds. you tryna run from it? nah, "c'mere, stop playin", hes dragging you on top of him, kissing you like it cures him. whispers absolute filth in your ear at the most unsuspecting moments — but it sounds like a damn prayer to your ears.

loveisland!ony who — again — has hands on you at all times, on the back of your neck when y'all are walking through the villa, on your thighs pretty much whenever he can, lowww on your back when you get up to walk away — thumb grazing just above over ass like he's checking if you have panties on... he whispers rough into your neck while mid-convo with the others, "you gon' let me taste tonight or no.." big hand softly working its way up the inside of your thigh.

loveisland!ony who barelyyy behaves when y'all get to sharing a bed — not caring about the mic OR anyone else in the room catching your soft moans, his deep whispers, the "mysterious" squelching from under the covers, or your breath catching every couple minutes. he always pops up behind you while you're getting ready in the dressing room, muscles rippling, chain glinting against his chocolate skin, biting at his soft plump lip. and when you try and tell him to chill, "now, you know you look too good for me to leave you like this", his arms wrapping around you, hot hands drifting places that make the heat in your panties spread uncontrollably.

loveisland!ony who cant do much of anything without getting you hot. you'll be cutting fruit and hes already behind you like "nah, you not doin' it right mama", then suddenly you're caged in while he chuckles into your shoulder, chest glued to your back, one hand over yours and the other slipping under your shirt for absolutely no reason. you clench your thighs so hard they almost cramp when he feeds you a bite and rumbles "mmm, open up fa' me baby". he watches you sunbathe like its the game on tv, can't even look away for a second. and when you stretch extra sexy for him, he mutters "keep playin' wit' me and im finna get us kicked out". always making sure you have sunscreen on, grinning like a fool when you let him lotion you up, huge hands taking their time rubbing it in, loving the sheen it gives your succulent brown complexion, finger tips pressing and teasing and tempting "yeah, that feel nice mama? good, thats what im here for."

©  alanisstonedd 2025 — do not steal, plagiarise, or modify my content.

hope y'all liked this! likes and reblogs and all the rest much appreciated!!!

xoxo, lana 💋💋💋

[prettyg1irlstears]

i js saw ur pillow princess reader x rafe blurb n its amazing !!

but how would rafe x gf!reader be when rafes friends have been bringing up about how it feels good when ‘the girl takes charge’ but she gets upset n self conscious cs she literally cant, shes js a pillow princess at heart !! she wld constantly ask rafe if shes good enough in bed, if its fine she cant ride him like his friends have been showing off :(((

first of all thank you!!<33 second of all i’m so sorry if i’m answering late, but i hope you’ll like it<3

softbf!rafe x sub!reader

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you’re in the large living room of tannyhill, a pretty sundress on while sitting of your boyfriend’s lap, listening to the conversation between him and his mates.

you were telling rafe that you’ll come tomorrow, that it’s fine if he wants to have a ‘all bro evening’, but rafe insisted on you staying, so you did, because you’re his good girl.

so here you are, playing with rafe’s fingers as the boys don’t bother to acknowledge or respect your presence and talk about their girls.

“bro, my girl’s wildin’ when she takes charge,” kelce boasted, smirking as he took a swing of his beer. “doin’ all the work, feels so good.”

your chest tugs anxiously, slightly squeezing rafe’s fingers as you listen.

“yea i feel ya, man,” topper adds, grinning as he high-fives kelce. “wish you could see the way sarah moves on me ‘cause like goddamn..”

you feel yourself getting uncomfortable, partly because they’re talking about their girlfriends like they were a piece of meat, but mostly because you know you’ll forever be a pillow princess.

“yo, top,” rafe feels jow uncomfortable you are, stroking your silky hair lovingly, thinking it’s just because the conversation’s too much for you. “it’s my sister, man, don’t be gross,”

“sorry bro, not my fault she’s freaky,” topper sneers, kelce chuckling along with him.

you withdrawn a little bit, nuzzling into rafe’s chest as your mind runs a marathon. you were never able to take charge, especially in bed. you and rafe tried it a few times, but you always get all shy and embarrassed, just simply not finding it in yourself to be dominant. but now, after you heard the boys’ conversation, you feel even worse than ever.

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“you okay, baby?” rafe asks you softly. the boys have already left, you’re now helping rafe clean the beer cans and pizza boxes. he has noticed something’s off — he always does.

“mm good ray, just tired.” you fake a yawn and give him a small smile.

that seems to make rafe calmer, maybe he just doesn’t want to press you. he comes over to you, placing his hands on your waist. “can we still do sum’ or are you like really tired?”

you chuckle and look up at him. “no we can still do something.” because even though you still feel bad, you can still feel a little wet spot making itself in your panties just from that one simple sentence.

rafe smiles and kisses you, his hands moving from your waist to squeeze your butt. “alright let’s get to bed, hm?”

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you thought it would make your mind go elsewhere, like always, but even when you’re a moaning mess under the muscular body of your boyfriend, you’re still thinking about it.

“what’s the matter, bunny?” rafe grunts into your neck as he kisses it, giving you long and deep thrusts.

“n-no, no!” you let out in a whimper, squeezing his shoulders. “please don’t stop.”

rafe smirks, slowing his pace even more as he bites on a soft spot of your neck. “then what is it?”

you whimper at that, but you can’t keep your worries inside anymore. “am i good enough for you?” as soon as these words leave your mouth, rafe stops, stilling inside of you, making you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

“baby.. baby look at me, will ya?” he gently takes your chin in his hand, making you look up into his eyes.

you look, his hand caressing your cheek as you look up at him with those puppy eyes of yours.

“why would you ask that?” he asks, his voice soft as he has no idea where this is coming from. “of course you are, you always were and always will, baby.”

“because i can’t ride you.. can’t make you feel good..” you say quietly, tears welling up in your eyes. “mm sorry rafe, i just can’t..”

“hey, hey, look at me, baby..” he makes you look at him again, his hands running through your hair and caressing your cheek. “that’s perfectly fine, bunny. you’re perfect, i swear to god,”

you’re looking into his eyes, nervously playing with his curtain bangs. “are you sure? ‘cause i felt really bad earlier..”

rafe chuckles a little, kissing your forehead. “baby, don’t listen to those two pricks. can’t appreciate their girls like i can apprexiate mine.”

he kisses your lips softly, slowly starting to move inside you again. “i love you being my little pillow princess.” he grunts at the movements, earning a tiny moan from you. “wouldn’t change for anything, baby.”

“you mean it..?” you ask, leaving out tiny whimpers as he moves slowly yet deeply, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“absolutely,” he whispers, kissing your lips while leaving out small moans. “don’t have any idea what you do to me like this.”

“alright..” you feel a shy smile growing on your lips, tugging on his hair as his tip hits that one spot inside you. “r-rafe.. please.. faster..”

“faster, yeah?” rafe smirks, increasing his pace, holding the side of your neck, earning sweet little moans from you that make his cock twitch inside of you.

“don’t need ya to take charge, baby..” he lets out a pretty moan into your ear. “js’ fucking you like this is enough for me to go absolutely crazy.”

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[passionxwrites]

Midnight Ballerina - One

Pairings: ModernAu! Elijah “Smoke” Moore x ModernAu! OC (Jodie aka Siren)

Warnings: MDNI!, Age-Gap relationship, Cursing, use of N-word, strip club shenanigans, down bad Smoke

Word Count: 4.7K

Pigs were flying and hell had officially frozen over. Stack was getting married.

When Smoke saw his baby brother get down on one knee at the opening of their new restaurant he almost thought he was hallucinating . It was real though. Stack had finally decided to end his days as a single man.

He had a good woman on his hands. Dominique had been there for him through all the ups and downs. When he acted like he ain’t need her, she showed his ass how much he really did. Their love story was far from perfect but it was theirs.

Everyone they knew always thought Smoke would be the one to get married first. For a long time he thought he would too. Though he always called Annie his wife they had never legally took the steps.

However, things had gone south with Annie after they opened their club. She felt like he was spending too much time working on the business instead of working on them. They had argued, fussed, and fought but Smoke always felt like they would make it out at the end of the day. Annie didn’t have the same sentiments. He woke up one day to all of her stuff removed from their shared apartment and a note on the kitchen counter letting him know she was tired of being left alone.

Smoke had been licking his wounds from the breakup going on a year now. It was bittersweet seeing his brother begin to live the life he had carved out for himself but he was happy for him nonetheless.

“Smoke wake yo ass up nigga,” Stack’s voice ripped Smoke from his thoughts as he came back to his surroundings.

They were out in New Orleans for Stack’s bachelor trip. Him, Stack, Sammie, and Bo. The four were currently in the living room area of the suite pregaming before they headed to the strip club.

The Honey Trap.

Stack had been ranting and raving about the club since he decided to do his trip in Louisiana. He and Stack were really good friends with the owner who promised to have the best strippers in the state. They were going to the club tonight to scout some ladies for Stack’s private party he would be having the next night when the rest of the groomsmen made it in.

“Nigga I’m up. Just thinkin’ bout some shit that’s all.”

“Aye nigga I told ya to stop all that sulking over Annie. I know she was the love of yo life but shit we in Nola! Let’s find you the love of the night instead,” Stack jokes as the room erupted into laughter from the two other men.

Smoke sucked his teeth as he threw back his shot of whiskey. Leave it to Stack to make a joke at his expense.

“I ain’t sulking over Annie. Mind yo fuckin’ business sometimes nigga,” he spoke with irritation as he slammed the glass on the counter of the kitchenette.

“You is my business and as my business I gotta make sure you get some pussy.”

“Don’t worry bout me. I ain’t never lacked in the pussy department.”

Stack kissed his teeth as he laid his gaze upon his older twin.

“Nigga I know you ain’t talking about Brianna thirsty ass. Desperate pussy might as well be no pussy.”

“Smoke….not Brianna,” Sammie with a shake of his head as concern washed over his face.

“You need this more than I do,” Bo said with a chuckle as he passed Smoke the shot he had initially poured for himself.

Smoke grimaced as he snatched the shot from Bo’s hand before throwing it back just like the last one. He grabbed his leather jacket from the chair and threw it over his wife beater clad upper body.

“We going to this fucking club or what?”

Cheers filled the room as the other men took their last shots before they all filed out of the room. They hopped into the black truck Stack arranged to chauffeur them around.

The ride to the club didn’t take long and once they got there Smoke could feel the base from the music in the club as they stepped out of the car. The four men walked in passing over the line of disgruntled patrons before they were met at the door by Lucki, the owner.

Lucki used to move weight out in Louisiana some years back with her older brother. They would always look out for Smoke and Stack whenever they had to do business in the area so she was always cool people in their book. About 5 years ago her brother was killed in a drug deal gone bad so Lucki left the game and decided to go legit with the money she had saved up.

“Well if it ain’t two of my favorite people. It’s been too long since I seen y’all,” Lucki remarked with a smile on her face as she widened her arms.

Smoke gave her a hug before Stack leaned in next.

“This our lil cousin Sammie and our good friend Bo. Bo and Sammie this is Lucki. One of the baddest muthafuckas to ever walk the streets of Louisiana.”

“Oh don’t make me blush now,” she said as she waved Stack off bashfully.

“Plus that’s not my life no more. This is,” she spoke as she held her arms out and did a slight turn.

Smoke looked around the building taking in the business Lucki built over the years. Smack dab in the middle of the room was a large square shaped stage for the girls to do their big performances. The stage was surrounded by seats for men to enjoy the show and get a good look but not close enough for them to possibly touch the girls. It was lit up by various changing lights and there was a singular silver pole in the middle. She had also had smaller circular stages placed around the rooms near the sections for the girls to entertain smaller groups.

On the main stage Smoke could see a woman with a milk chocolate complexion putting on a show as Lil Demon by Future blared through the speakers of the club. She spun the pole with her legs spread before she latched onto the pole and flipped herself upside down.

“Damn, who is that,” Sammie damn near gasped as the girl flipped off of the pole into an effortless split causing the men watching to roar in applause as money began raining down on her.

Lucki glanced at the stage before a smile graced her face as she turned back to the group.

“That’s my baby NovaKane. She been here since I opened the place. She did gymnastics in high school so she’s always flipping around that damn stage like an acrobat.”

“She’s gorgeous,” Sammie remarked as he seemed to be put into a trance.

Lucki let out a small chuckle before she clapped her hands together.

“Y’all fellas come on. I reserved seats for you all right at the front so you can have the best view and pick out the girls you want for the party tomorrow.”

Stack eyed Sammie with a grin on his face.

“You can go ahead and add NovaKane to the list for lil cuz. Nigga ain’t looked away yet,” Stack joked as he regarded Sammie with a shake of his head.

Lucki tapped away on her phone as she led the men down to their seats. Once they all sat down NovaKane had finished her set and the DJ announced the next dancer to come on the stage.

A few girls performed and only two stuck out enough for Stack to pick before the DJ announced a dancer by the name of Flame.

Hollywood by YG began playing as the woman strutted onto the stage. She twirled around the pole a couple of times before she set her sights on Stack and slowly crawled to the front of the stage. In front of the group she turned her back to them as she leaned over and shook her ass before looking back with a bite of her lip. Stack and Bo were howling like wolves satisfying her as she got onto her feet and walked back to the pool.

Her performance was really good and of course Stack added her to the list. Smoke thought the women were doing a pretty good job but no one had truly stuck out to him. He wasn’t really feeling the strip club shit anyway. Strippers never excited him but he was here to support his brother.

After Flame finished her set the DJ announced that the next girl would be coming on in about 5 minutes. Smoke took the break to wave the waitress down for a Hennessy on the rocks. He didn’t know how much longer they would be in the club so he needed to start up a buzz.

“Don’t look too excited now Smoke. Look like you about to jump out yo skin,” Lucki remarked sarcastically.

Smoke smirked a little knowing she was one of the few people who really knew him.

“You know this ain’t really my scene. You got a good group of girls round here though.”

“They just ain’t sticking out to you huh,” she said knowingly as she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

“It ain’t like that,” Smoke said sheepishly.

“It’s alright. I do have a feeling you’ll like the next girl though,” she said with a smile as if she had a secret.

Smoke looked at her with his brows furrowed. Before he could pry her with another question the DJ’s voice came over the club.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen. You know her, you love her, and you wanna fuck her. Coming to the stage our number 1 temptress. Give that money up for Sirennnn.”

It seemed as if the whole club had left from wherever they were to surround the stage. The entire area buzzed with excitement as if he had just said Beyoncé was coming out.

Fckin U by 4batz played over the speakers as the stage lights lit up with a hot pink hue. Slowly a woman emerged from the shadows and once she got to the center a blue spotlight lit over her.

The first thing he noticed was her eyes. They were piercing like she could see into your soul 2 seconds into looking at you. They were hypnotizing like if she gave you a single glance you would be wrapped around her finger.

The pink in her outfit popped against her skin making her look like a goddess and her black hair flowed elegantly to the middle of her back.

She grasped the pole with one hand as she stood in front of it. She widened her legs as she slowly dropped into a squat while running her other hand down her body. She stood slowly and made her way to the edge of the stage in front of them.

As soon as she got near them Smoke leaned up in his seat unknowingly just wanting to be closer to her. His actions garnered attention from Stack who looked over at his twin with a shit eating grin before he looked at Lucki and nodded his head.

Siren got to the edge of the stage and laid on her back. She lifted her legs in the air together before she fanned them and let them fall into a V. With her legs open she was able to make direct eye contact with Smoke.

It seemed as if she knew the effect she had on him because the cutest smirk graced her face. She did a shoulder roll from her back on to her stomach where she then rose onto her knees and flipped her hair.

Smoke did something he hadn’t done all night. He stood up and threw his money. He let the bills rain down on her in appreciation and for a second they made eye contact.

He was hooked.

She eventually left the front of the stage to finish her set on the pole. Hard 4 Me by The Dream playing now. She climbed all the way to the top of the pole before flipping upside down and putting her feet on the ceiling. She then dropped and just when it seemed like she was about to hit the floor she stopped herself. Effortlessly she dismounted, ending her performance.

“That shit was crazy,” Stack basically yelled as he threw money onto the already crowded stage.

“It was amazing,” Smoke said absentmindedly as he watched her form retreat from the stage. He turned to Lucki.

“What’s her name again?”

“That’s my baby Siren. The youngest here. Real quiet girl. Just here to make her money and go.”

Smoke ingested the information as his mind began running wild with thoughts. All thoughts about her.

He felt the tingles of interest peaking in his body. A feeling that he truly hadn’t felt in years. After Annie there hadn’t been a woman to truly turn his head for more than a fuck but here goes a woman whose real name he doesn’t even know undoing pieces of the brick wall he had built in just 15 minutes.

He didn’t see her the rest of the night. His eyes discretely searched the club for a glimpse of her the entire night.

No sign of her. Stack was enjoying his silent pining for the mystery girl a little too much.

“Damn nigga. If I ain’t know no better I would think you had a lil crush,” Stack spoke loudly as he slapped a hand down onto Smoke’s shoulder.

Smoke shrugged him off, deciding not to even grant him a response as he whipped out his phone. He went to instagram and before he knew it he was on the page for the club.

He scrolled and scrolled until he saw a picture of her. She was perched on the stage looking like an angelic sin. She wore black bunny ears, a lace bra, and stockings. He noticed an icon at the bottom left of the screen showing she had been tagged. He tapped on it a little too eagerly.

Damn, her page is private.

He sucked his teeth in annoyance before a message came in on his phone. From Brianna.

Brianna

“You better be behaving out there”

Smoke had been avoiding her lately because she had begun overstepping their arrangement. He could see her slowly trying to turn their casual sex into a serious relationship. Much to his dismay.

He swiped the message away before he locked his phone and slid it back into his pocket. He made a mental note to hit her up for a discussion when they returned to Atlanta.

The men stayed at the club for another hour having a good time and catching up with Lucki before they retired back to their penthouse suite.

The next day seemed to fly by as the men lounged around with nothing truly planned for the day except for the party later on. The rest of the groomsmen, which consisted of their most loyal homeboys, arrived and everyone was buzzing with excitement.

Even Smoke was cracking a smile or two as they all sat around joking and shooting the shit.

Then at midnight right on the dot there was a knock at the door. Stack quickly made his way to the peephole. He leaned back and let out a long whoop before he turned to the men.

“Yall go out on the balcony. I’m gone let the ladies in so they can get changed.”

Smoke and the rest of the men filed out onto the balcony as they sat on the seats surrounded by the sleek silver stripper pole. Stack soon joined them as he sat in the very middle of the men in his designated seat. Smoke occupied himself with his phone before he heard heels clicking against the pavement.

Lucki stepped through the doorway as if she owned the place. Her body was clad in her signature all white which consisted of a jumpsuit covered by a fur coat.

“Y’all ready for the show of a lifetime fellas?”

The men roared with cheers causing Lucki to smirk before she pressed a button on the speaker next to her. Soaking Wet by Pleasure P began playing and two women walked out. Smoke recognized them from last night, Flame and NovaKane.

Smoke looked to the side to see Sammie sitting up in his seat a little straighter once NovaKane came into his view.

The women did their thing as they worked the room together by making sure they gave each man attention. They interacted with each other doing the moves not just as a pair but as partners. Soon their set was over and another girl came out and did her thing.

Two more women performed and soon Lucki stepped up to the men again.

“Now I’m sure you all enjoyed those girls but now it’s time for the finale. Welcome Siren.”

Smoke’s neck damn near broke as he turned away from the conversation he was having with Dominique's brother. A beat began playing. Something more fast paced. A contrast from the slow song that played the night before.

Bitch ass nigga get some mothafuckin money

I got money you ain’t gettin no money, got her comin’

Sick to ya stomach cause you broke, it make me vomit

Stick it in her guts say she feel it in her stomach

Bounce that ass, shake that booty for this money

Nigga talkin bout making it rain, I’ll start thunderin

She strutted into the room like she owned the place. She wore a leather burgundy trench coat with a lace body suit to match underneath. She had on a pair of glasses as if she was cosplaying as a librarian. As she got to the middle of the room she dropped the coat and threw it. Smoke's eyes followed the coat as it flew into his lap. He looked up to see Siren smirking at him while the other men yelled around him.

She got to the pole and again put Smoke into another dimension where the only people in the room were her and him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she swung her body upside down on the pole and let her legs fall into a v. She jumped down into a squat where stayed and made her ass jump as if it had a mind of its own.

Smoke could hear the men hooting and hollering around him as money fell from the sky. He began throwing from his own bag as he stood with a cigar in his mouth. She slowly began to make her way around the room before she stopped in front of him.

She gently pushed him back into the seat behind him and slowly turned before she bent over and shook her ass in his face. The men howled, some in congratulations and some in jealousy at him getting special treatment.

Smoke snatched the cigar from his mouth before he grabbed a stack of cash and smacked it against her ass roughly.

She stood immediately and turned to face him. She kicked his feet apart and got into a squat between his legs. She gently ran her hands up his thighs and to his chest before she leaned up a little. She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and brought him down to her.

Smoke's eyes widened a little as she licked the side of his face and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth before rising up and strutting away, ending her show.

Just before she completely left the room she turned to catch his eye before sending a wink his way.

A smirk ghosted his face and he slightly nodded.

Aight Siren.

After the girls performed they came back out in their regular clothes deciding to party with the guys at Stacks prompting.

The party had moved back inside of the suit but Smoke decided to sit outside for a few minutes just to get some air. He was becoming overwhelmed with all of the people and needed a break from the hoopla.

He sat facing the skyline as he nursed his drink. He heard the click of the balcony door but paid no attention until he heard a soft voice that washed over him like silk.

“Hey.”

Smoke turned his head to see Siren standing there with a small smile on her face. She now wore a lounge set that still brought out her curves and her hair was pulled back with a claw clip, a couple pieces hanging in the front. The glasses still on her face.

“Hey,” he almost stammered out causing him to mentally kick himself.

“Mind if I keep you company? I’m not really feeling the large crowd,” she asked as she rocked back and forth on her feet.

“Yeah, yeah that’s cool,” Smoke breathed out as he moved over on the bench giving her space to sit down.

Once she was next to him she blew out a breath as if she had been holding it all night while Smoke sat next to her trying to keep his cool.

They sat in an awkward silence for ten minutes. She played some game on her phone and he mindlessly scrolled while his mind ran with thoughts on how to begin a conversation. He needed to hear her voice again.

“So, what’s it like being a twin?”

Hearing her again caught him so off guard it took him too long to answer. Finally he found his voice again kicking himself for looking like a jackass.

“It’s cool. I mean besides sharing my face with somebody else, life really ain’t no different.”

“Where you from if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Clarksdale, Mississippi.”

A smile graced her face adding to her already impossible beauty.

“I’m from Mississippi too! I’m from McComb.”

“It’s nice to run into a fellow Mississippian,” she said excitedly.

Smoke chuckled a little bit at her genuine excitement about them being from the same state.

“Why they call ya Siren?”

“Lucki said I had eyes powerful enough to lure a man in with just a look so she named me Siren.”

Smoke took in the information with a slow nod as he looked at the skyline over the balcony. He wasn’t trying to be rude by not looking at her but her name rang true and he was afraid of what he’d do once she got those eyes on him.

“Why they call you Smoke,” she countered as she folded her legs under her body and leaned against the back of the seat.

“That’s a long story. One I ain’t really ready to get into,” he answered truthfully.

He slightly turned his gaze to Siren to see her with a polite smile on her face as she nodded in understanding.

“No problem.”

They sat in a comfortable silence just taking in the scenery before the door opened and Stack loudly yelled from the frame.

“Aye bring yall antisocial asses in here! We partying!”

Siren let out a small chuckle while Smoke yanked his head towards his brothers direction.

“Nigga shut up! We gone be in there when we good and damn ready!”

Stack kissed his teeth and waved Smoke off before rejoining the party.

“Crazy idea….but instead of going in the party you wanna get outta here,” Siren asked catching Smoke off guard.

“And go where,” he asked.

“Come see,” she said as she rose from the seat and stuck her hand out for him to grab.

Smoke stared at her and her hand for a moment before he enclosed her small hand in his large grasp.

After a ten minute walk from the hotel Siren led him into a small diner that sat off the corner of Canal St. that went by the name of Mama Bees.

They sat down in a booth towards the back of the quaint diner, a peaceful contrast from their previous surroundings.

“I recommend the seafood gumbo. It’s the best thing I done ever tasted,” she mused as she watched him look over the menu. Smoke smiled lightly.

“You must come here a lot?”

“Yeah, Mama Bee took me in when I first got out here 5 years ago. Let me stay in the apartment upstairs for little to nothing til I got on my feet.”

“That’s nice of her to do.”

“She had a big heart like that. I don’t know too many people who woulda trusted some 18 year old girl with a trash bag of clothes.”

“It’s good you still come round even though you done moved out,” Smoke complimented.

“She uh, she passed away last year. Heart attack.”

Smoke watched as she cast her eyes down onto the menu. Not reading it but probably trying to collect her emotions for a second before she looked back up at him trapping him in with those eyes.

“My name is Jodie by the way. My mama had an obsession with Baby Boy,” she said simply.

Smoke stared at her for a second before he nodded his head.

“My name is Elijah. My mama was obsessed with E names,” he answered back, causing the most beautiful smile he had seen in years to break out across her face.

The pair continued to talk and eat as they got to know each other. They talked for hours up until the diner shut down at 4 am. They carried their conversation out of the diner and just kept walking and talking with no real location in mind.

Smoke felt free and lighthearted as the younger woman told him the small things about her life and some funny stories about her growing up. He in turn told her stories about living in Chicago and moving back home to open their club. He made sure to leave out the parts about Annie not wanting to touch that subject just yet.

Before they realized it, daylight had come and it was 6 in the morning. They took their time walking back to the hotel. Both of them not ready to end their time together but both too shy to say something. The unspoken reluctance hung in the air. Them knowing Smoke would be flying back to Atlanta in two short hours.

They got to the front door of the hotel and just stood not ready to say bye.

“Well Prince Charming, here’s your stop,” Jodie joked as she motioned her hands towards the door.

Smoke laughed a little as he looked at the door knowing he needed to go in and pack his stuff.

“Thank you for showing me a good time Jodie.”

“Any time. You ever come back out here I got some more hidden gems you could see,” she spoke.

Smoke smirked and turned to walk inside of the hotel before he got the craziest idea he’s probably ever had in life. Dominique would have some shit to say but he had to see this girl again.

He turned back from the door just as she had began walking down the sidewalk.

“Jodie!”

She stopped abruptly and turned to him, her face contorted in slight confusion. He jogged his way down the sidewalk to her. Once he reached her he grabbed her by the back of her neck and crashed his lips into hers.

He could tell she was shocked because of how her body tensed but she soon relaxed and reciprocated the kiss before she pulled away.

“Smo-,”

“Be my wedding date,” he said, cutting her off by accident.

“What?”

“This probably sounds crazy as hell but I want ya to be my date to my brother's wedding. Please.”

Smoke don’t remember the last time he said please to anybody but he would say it as long as the woman in front of him granted his wish.

Jodie sat there frozen in silence for a few minutes before she finally dragged her eyes from his chest to his.

“Okay.”

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