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FUCK YOU NAOMI!

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don't look at me...*runs away in shame*

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⠀ ⠀ BUNNY IS A RIDER ⠀ ⠀ JEY USO / POC ! F ! READER⠀⠀

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SUMMARY ⋆ jey has one of his ideas , and it involves his pretty little girlfriend . . . as always . WARNINGS ⋆ just pure smut / dom !! jey / thigh riding / daddy kink / spanking / spit kinda ? ... looks around / multiple orgasms / size kink / there's an age gap but its more shown than told idk das his baby / dirty talking / pet names ( mama , baby , babygirl , bunny ) / jey luvs his baby / thinly veiled foot kink bye WORD COUNT ⋆ 1 . 4 k NOTES ⋆ IIBTPUIYOTOMMMMMM

Ardent lust emits in a series of ungodly acts, hidden and buried away in a bedroom on a private island. No lights, no cameras. Nothing exists but strong, steady hands under the airy fabric of an angel white sundress. 

The video game is background noise. You lose! flashes in ugly red letters resembling the spillage of blood, the controller buzzes against the leather cushions away from the pair, both of whom are so very preoccupied. Jey sits with his muscular legs spread wide, top row of pearly teeth denting his soft bottom lip, lashes low and head tilted. His curls are damp from his recent shower, traces of fallen droplets on his bare chest, to which he pays no mind, for his amorous gaze is steady set on a much sweeter objective. 

Between his thick thighs stands his lover; a hot, flustered mess of a girl whose dress is bunched up at her waist by one of Jey’s large hands, soft belly and plush thighs, the flesh of round hips enduring the painful dimpling subjected by the thin straps of a pure white g-string. They’re both more than aware of the lack of discomfort, but Jey coos as though it’s the definition of torture. The nerve of that piece of fabric, hurting his babygirl. That’s enough cause to curl two thick digits around the slender gusset, beginning to pull it down her legs only to pause and let his knuckles linger in place, pressing them into the wetness of her folds, letting them catch against her clit and break her silence with a squeak of response. He chuckles, she groans, and he yanks the garment off in one swift movement while happily licking his knuckles clean. “Jey…”  She begins quietly, but words don’t come to her, her being consumed by the need for more of his touch, and she hopes the lovelorn sparkle in her eyes speaks for her. Alongside the panties goes the dress, tugged down her shoulders and tossed to the other side of the couch, entirely out of reach. Now, bare before him, she awaits his next move. 

“Want you right here, mama,” Jey rasps out, taking hold of her waist, tugging her in, patiently guiding her to straddle a singular thigh, continuing in a sultry tone that has her soaking through his sweats, “Just sit your pretty ass right here and let me take care a’you, ‘k? Wanna try somethin’ new…” He uses his knuckle to nudge her chin, dark brown eyes awaiting an answer. Calm and sensual as his demeanor is, the shakiness of his breathing reveals the tightening thread behind the curtains, ready to snap into something more primal, something less gentle. It’s the perfect time to be good and nod, so she does. “Good girl…  here we go, baby.”

A beat of tenderness, dainty wrists clasped in big hands that help settle her much smaller ones atop his broad shoulders. Then, without a second’s hesitation, Jey grips her hips and rocks them slowly against his thigh; her slick folds dragging over the gray fabric. Lightening dances up her spine, the first surge of pleasure makes a moan sound out in symphony between them, and her perfectly manicured nails dig into his skin, scratching over the inked expanse of flesh as a rhythm is set. Her darling mien is softened by the delectable sensation, lashes almost brushing her cheekbones, lips parted, tongue on the verge of sticking out past them. She’s so dirty, so depraved, possessed by carnal indulgence with such little effort, her film of innocence losing opacity with each sap like noise from her throat, and Jey quickly realizes he’s no longer in her view, the lense that views him fogged up by desperation, by the chase of peak ecstasy. 

“Feel good?” His warm chest rumbles, low voice vibrating against the hinge of her jaw as his mouth kisses and nips the delicate spot. “Does that lil’ pussy like makin’ a mess on my clothes?” All he receives in response are pleasure drunken hums, a soft croon of a yes, and he grunts. The grip on her hips tightens into a bruising one, a twinge of pain reminds her of his presence, but his eyes are on the sweet cunt staining his sweats. A curl appears at the corner of his lips, a single canine flashing in the dim lights, and he applies pressure, watches as soft pussy lips part further, her folds mold to the fabric. Just like that, her hips twitch, tongue lolls out enough for him to lick against it with his own, and as she falls apart, he sucks on the dewy muscle with pride. 

“Jey… m—my god, fuck…  fuck…” She coos, encompasses his neck with her arms, chest coming down to press against his as her figure shivers through the ecstasy. Strings of spit connect their mouths as he laughs, dives in to kiss her again, hands shifting from her hips. One strong arm wraps around her waist, a palm travels up slowly, groping at warm flesh before it settles gently at her cheek, thumb toying with a saliva slicked bottom lip. 

“Look at you… such a dirty, dirty girl,” he murmurs, “So fuckin’ pretty, ruinin’ my fuckin’ sweats…  and I bet you wanna go again, don’t you?” That dark glint returns within mere seconds of disappearing, his thumb pushing into her mouth to press down on her tongue, making it impossible for any words to form, but the lotus has been consumed, and her plump lips wrap around the digit with an unholy lack of resistance. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do… c’mon, bunny. Gimme another one. Take daddy for a ride.” 

A second large hand smooths itself against the elegant small of her back, fingers dragging over smooth skin. Her being reads his touch with ease, curving her body just how he desires, leaving her hips to find their own rhythm. She whimpers around his thumb when his hand lifts, for no amount of his touch is enough. Greedy little thing, pouting for more while using her own spot of slick to get herself off again on his lap. A cry muffles itself as the heavy set of fingers swats at her plush ass, one smack for each precious, supple cheek. The thumb slips from her mouth, his fingertips dent into her cheeks, making her lips pucker. “You look a fuckin’ mess, lil’ baby…”

Amusement on his features, it’s impossible to deny he’s enjoying every sinful second of this, leaning in to suck her juicy bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop! 

“You love me?” He coos in a melody that verges on condescending. “Tell me, baby, you love me, don’t you?” Clasping her chin even tighter, he presses his fingertips harder into her cheeks, and with the motions of her body, her contorted lips, she offers a nod, an incoherent sound that doesn’t serve to be enough for him. A blink of an eye, he’s swatting down at her ass again, harshly, with both huge hands. 

“Ah! I love you— I love you! I love you, daddy!” Her voice is strained with oncoming euphoria, another loud smack, the sting of handprints lighting up a dark, masochistic corner of her brain, pain stirring with pleasure for a heartbeat, then two; her back arches, body falls soft, crumpling into his chest, and she chokes out a moan, a gush of juices against his thigh marks her second orgasm of the night. 

“There you go… there you go, my baby… did such a good job, babygirl.”

Flowery and abuzz, she’s panting into his chest, eyes shut as he soothes her with kiss after kiss, scraping his nails up and down her slender back. Fingertips travel down the shape of her hips, rub down her thighs, toy with her anklets before his hands take her small feet into his palms.  His thumbs pressing slow circles into the balls of her feet, Jey watches in adoration as her perfectly pedicured toes curl with relief. “Perfect from head to toe… pretty lil’ thing… Just wanna keep making a mess of you over and over and over.” One of the feet in his grip kick up a little, a drowsy giggle sounding from her relaxed figure. Jey chuckles, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, murmuring near her ear, teeth catching on her earlobe to tug playfully. “Get some rest, baby… You’re gonna need it… I’m not done with that pussy just yet.”

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real shit

let's all remember to thank damian priest for having the voice he does and speaking often.

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Pressure Points (18+) (Jey Uso x f!reader)

What starts as a friendly massage on Jey’s bus ignites years of unspoken desire—pushing two longtime friends past the point of no return.

Jey Uso x female reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), penetration, friends to lovers hehe, 2nd person pov

Word count: 1,5k

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The hum of the tour bus engine faded into the background as the night stretched deep and quiet around you. After the kind of match that wrung you out head to toe, all you wanted was silence, but your body wouldn’t let you rest. Every inch of your scalp ached, your neck throbbed, and tension coiled in your spine like a wound-up spring.

You sat curled in the corner booth, hoodie sleeves pushed up, eyes shut. The kind of stillness that begged to be touched, but you wouldn’t ask. Not even from him.

But Jey noticed.

Of course he noticed.

“Yo,” came his voice from the dark. You didn’t even hear him approach, but now he was there. towering, shirtless, barefoot, the tribal ink stretching across his chest like something wild. “You good?”

You opened one eye. “Just tight. My head, neck. Can’t really shake it.”

He tilted his head, then crossed the small space between you with slow, deliberate steps. “You lettin’ that tension settle too deep, girl. I see it in your shoulders. Lemme work on your scalp.”

Your breath caught.

You should’ve said no. You should’ve played it off, like always. But tonight, the way he looked at you, serious, steady, burning slow, you couldn’t.

“…Yeah,” you said. “Okay.”

He slid behind you onto the bench, straddling the space with his legs bracketing your hips. His hands hovered over your head for a moment, almost reverent.

And then he touched you.

His fingers moved through your hair like water. Soft at first, combing through gently from crown to nape. You let out a soft exhale, head tipping slightly forward.

“Mmhm. There you go,” he murmured, his voice low, coaxing. “Just let me handle it.”

His thumbs found your temples, circling slow. Pressure, then release. Over and over.

You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d been clenching your jaw until his touch made it start to loosen. Then he moved higher, fingertips tracing from your temples to your scalp, pressing into the base of your skull in slow, deep rhythms.

You gasped, quietly… unintentionally. But he heard.

“You feel that?” His voice was close now, lips right near your ear, his breath warm. “That’s stress. Right here.” He pressed into the back of your head, then dragged his thumbs outward, grazing your occipital bone.

“Jey…” Your voice broke, soft and shaky.

He didn’t stop.

His hands slid farther into your hair, fingertips massaging your entire scalp in firm, rhythmic motions. Every stroke made your head feel lighter. Every pass of his nails over your scalp sent shocks down your spine, your thighs pressing together instinctively.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, voice melting into a growl. “Let go for me.”

You whimpered. Actually whimpered.

He stilled, then groaned softly behind you, almost like it pained him.

“You don’t even know what that sound does to me,” he muttered, and this time his hand slid down, cupping the back of your neck, fingers massaging the tight cords there, warm and slow.

Your entire body was humming.

He kept working, like he had all the time in the world. Fingertips dragged along your hairline. Palms pressed against your temples again, circling slower, deeper. He even dipped low to massage just beneath your ears, brushing against that hyper-sensitive spot that made your thighs twitch.

“You’re shakin’,” he whispered.

“I—I can’t help it,” you said, voice breathless.

“You don’t gotta,” he murmured. “Just let me take care of you.”

His thumbs grazed your jawline, tilting your head gently back. And then you felt it. His lips on the base of your neck. A featherlight kiss, just enough to set your skin on fire.

You whimpered again, louder this time, shameless.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, mouth trailing heat across your throat. “Been wantin’ to hear those sounds from you. For so damn long.”

His hand returned to your scalp. Raking through with his fingers, firm and possessive now, like he wanted to learn your entire body through touch alone. You melted. Completely. Your hips shifted back against him without thinking.

You felt the sharp breath he took in response.

“You keep grindin’ on me like that,” he warned softly, voice strained, “I’m not stoppin’ at a massage.”

You tilted your head back fully, resting it against his shoulder. “Then don’t.” That did it.

His hands gripped your thighs from behind, pulling you flush into his lap. You could feel him now, hard and hot against your ass, chest rising and falling fast. He didn’t kiss you, not yet. Instead, he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in, like he was savoring every second before letting go completely.

“I’ve been patient,” he whispered, hands now sliding up under your hoodie. “I’ve been good. But tonight, you let me touch you like this…”

You nodded, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. “I want you to.”

His hands wrapped around your front now, fingers splaying wide across your stomach. “Then lemme keep goin’. Real slow. Real deep. Make you forget everything else.”

You felt Jey’s breath tremble against your skin, like even he was barely holding it together.

His hands under your hoodie were warm, calloused, and deliberate. They slid upward, slow, teasing, fingertips grazing the underswell of your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. When his thumbs brushed over your nipples, you arched back into him with a soft, broken moan.

“Shit…” he groaned, low and reverent. “You sound so good, baby.”

He brought one hand to your jaw, turning your face just enough to kiss you. And when your lips finally met? it wasn’t rushed. It was slow, consuming, all tongue and teeth and the soft gasp you gave when he sucked on your bottom lip.

You twisted in his lap to straddle him, legs on either side of his thighs, and he gripped your hips hard, grinding you against the thick, hard shape of him beneath those joggers.

The friction made you cry out. You were needy, desperate, and he drank the sound like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“You’re soaked already,” he whispered, voice dark and hungry, fingers sliding down between your legs to press through your leggings. “You want this that bad?”

“I’ve wanted this for years, Jey,” you panted. That snapped the last thread of his restraint.

He pushed your hoodie up and off, then lifted your bra until your breasts spilled free into his palms. His mouth went straight to your skin. Hot, open-mouthed kisses over your chest, down your sternum, teeth grazing your nipple before his tongue circled around it, slow and torturous.

You grinded into him harder now, whimpering messily with every drag of his mouth, every suck, every press of his fingers against your clothed core.

He pulled back, face flushed, eyes glazed. “Take these off,” he said, tugging at your waistband. “Now.”

You stood up just long enough to strip off your leggings and underwear, baring yourself to him, before he dragged you back onto his lap like he couldn’t stand to be apart from you for more than a second.

He pushed his joggers down just enough for his cock to spring free. Hard, thick, already slick with need. You reached down, guided him to your entrance, and the second your hips sank down around him, both of you gasped.

The stretch. The heat. The absolute fullness of it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head falling back against the booth. “You feel like heaven.”

You rocked your hips slowly, dragging yourself up and down in long, wet strokes. Every inch of him hit places you didn’t even know you needed touched. His hands gripped your waist, guiding your rhythm, his mouth back on your neck, your collarbone, your lips. like he couldn’t stop devouring you.

And the way he looked at you? Eyes locked to yours, jaw clenched, chest heaving. It was like he’d been starving for this.

You sped up, moaning into his mouth as the tension curled tight in your belly.

“Let go for me,” he whispered, one hand sliding down to rub your clit in tight circles. “Come on, baby. I want all of it. Every sound. Every shake. Give it to me.”

And you did.

You shattered around him, your body trembling, walls clenching tight as a wave of ecstasy tore through you. Your cry was raw, desperate, and he kissed you through it, groaning your name as he followed you over the edge seconds later, hips jerking up into you as he filled you deep.

The air was thick with heat, your sweat slicking together as your bodies finally stilled. You collapsed against him, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, cradling you like something fragile and precious.

“Damn,” he whispered against your temple, still catching his breath. “You were worth every second I waited.” You smiled, eyes closed, heart pounding.

“Don’t ever make me wait that long again.”

He laughed softly, kissed your forehead, and pulled you closer.

“I won’t, baby. I promise.”

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Me? Having a size-kink? Absolutely.

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Y'all know what I'm fuckin looking at...I am not ashamed.

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Going back and reading my old Ao3 bookmarks is an experience. Like looking at some of the smut I used to read...yeesh! that shit is bad, like not sensual or sexy in the slightest. I have much higher standards now, thank god.

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heard

you guys

hear me out

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THIS!

Rhea gave Iyo a shot at the title earlier this year, and I love that Iyo is returning the favor to give Rhea a shot at the title now!!! Seeing the respect and friendship between these two is so heartwarming. We're on for another banger match 🖤

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I don't want to hear ANYTHING like "why does Rhea keep getting title shots?" or "she doesn't deserve another shot"... HAS SHE NOT WORKED FOR THIS? IS THIS NOT THE POINT? TO BE THE BEST? TO PROVE WHAT SHE CAN DO? HAS SHE NOT PROVED THAT AT EVERY TURN? WHY IS SHE ALWAYS GETTING AIRTIME AND TITLE SHOTS? HMMM? OH, MAYBE IT'S 'BECAUSE THE PEOPLE LOVE HER?! MAYBE BECAUSE SHE'S GREAT AT WHAT SHE DOES!?! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK! SHE HAS MORE THAN EARNED HER SHOT!

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and so do i

They wanted that cookie so bad

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some quick sketches bc i lost my mind

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06/24/25; 08:05pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ their favorite positions ]

featuring: jinu, abby, baby, mystery, romance

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

jinu loves having you ride him.

he’ll flash you a cocky grin while settling himself back in bed with both hands placed beneath his head. your hips would tremble with need for him while making your descent down the shaft of his cock.

and once jinu was fully sheathed within you, it would take a herculean effort to hold back the need to cum inside of you, gritting his teeth while biting back his moans with a smirk.

“c’mon baby, is that all you got?”

despite your whimpers, a look of determination would be seen within your gaze as you braced yourself on his broad chest, thrusting your hips sloppily against his as it takes you a few tries to gain your momentum-

but once you were able to set a decent pace, jinu knew that he was a goner, unable to last even a full minute with you bouncing up and down his cock so passionately. his eyes would meet your gaze, large hands gripping at your bouncing tits while playing with your hardened nipples. each time you would come down on him, you could feel his hard cock brush against your swollen clit as the hedonistic sensation was enough to tip you over the edge.

and when you finally spilled yourself on his cock, jinu couldn’t help but meet your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the rest of your moans as he pumped you full of his seed.

abby is addicted to folding you in a mating press, tossing both of your legs over his broad shoulders as he continuously fucks his cock into you.

the demon basks in the way he’s able to make your eyes roll into the back of your head all while muttering nasty things within your ear.

look at you, droolin’ on m’cock like a needy slut.

bet you can’t even think straight, eh?

fuck look at how pretty you are.

look at how your pretty pussy clenches around me, wanting to milk me dry.

his filthy words were doing things to your body, making sweet goosebumps erupt all across your body as abby used you as his personal fucktoy, slamming into your entrance over and over again that it made you lose your mind just seconds later.

your release hits you like a freight train, with your walls clenching around abby’s thick cock, your juices spilling down his shaft when he lets out a groan of your name.

“fuck, did you just squirt on me?”

by now, the mortification you felt was palpable, the embarrassment flowing through your very veins when abby lets out a deep chuckle. steadying your legs on his shoulders once more, he slams his cock back into you, the squelching sounds of your walls taking him in echoes throughout the room as he fucks you once more, making you cry out to him when he whispers hotly in your ear-

“you’re such a good girl f’me. how about i make you squirt three more times and we’ll call it a night?”

baby lives to see your ass bouncing on his cock, with his hands gripping at your waist as he keeps you in the reverse cowgirl position.

you brace your hands over his legs, feeling baby lay back as he simply watches you struggling to take in his thick cock. each time to bring your hips down on him, you felt yourself approaching your high-

yet you were too weak to go on.

your arms were hurting from how much you had to steady yourself on top of his legs, which made you whimper with need for him.

“babe… baby… i need help… i need you��!”

despite being unable to see him, you could feel him sitting up. he presses a lingering kiss against your temples, wrapping an arm around your naked chest, “was it too much for you? does my girl need help? how cute.”

with those final words, baby grants your wishes the moment he pistons his hips upwards, fucking himself into you as he made sure he was buried to the hilt each time he returns inside of your heat. you were let a drooling mess when baby finally takes over, unable to focus on anything that wasn’t his cock as you succumbed to the pleasure he was giving you.

mystery loves having you laying on your side, with a leg tossed over his shoulder as he drills his cock into you.

this position was a particular favorite of mystery since he could see the way your tits bounced in tune with his every thrust. his hands would worship every dip and curve of your body while his lips would place lingering kisses against your ankles.

the sounds that escapes from your parted lips were nothing short of music to his ears, and he could feel his cock growing each time he thrusts back into you. the silky feel of your walls and how he manages to hit your g-spot from this angle would ultimately lead to your undoing-

with you spilling yourself on his cock as you allowed a demon to bring you to the gates of heaven.

romance (being a true romantic at heart) would be the one who enjoys fucking you in the missionary position.

there was something achingly intimate about being able to watch your every expression as he slides himself into you-

basking in your soft mewls while interlocking his fingertips together with yours each time he thrusts his cock in and out of you.

just being able to press himself oh so close to you, becoming a tangle of limbs as romance wasn’t sure where you began and he ended-

it was during moments like these that romance felt almost human again.

with a growl of your name, romance would proceed to wrap your legs around his waist, bracing himself against the bed as he sped up his movements, wanting to hear more and more of your moans and keens that echo throughout the night-

feeding his need to completely taint you with his desires as he had no intention of ever stopping.

end notes: I AM OFFICIALLY A SAJA BOYS STAN!! JINU IS MY BIAS 😭🙌🏻 this is currently unedited, but i’ll make any changes once this is posted ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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Life works fast, but fanfiction writers work faster. Dude, the amount of K-pop demon hunters fics on AO3 already is crazy...but I will read each and every one.

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I HATE THAT BITCH, OH MY GOOD GODDDD. I HATE RAQUEL SO MUCH! SOMETHING ABOUT HER JUST PISSES ME OFF, AND DON'T GET ME FUCKIN STARTED ON ROXANNE. HONESTLY? I'D RATHER SEE LIV FUCKING MORGAN THAN THOSE TWO CHUCKLE FUCKS, AND Y'ALL KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE HER. DUDE, I NEED RHEA TO CRASH THE FUCK OUT LIKE I'M NOT TALKING 'BOUT HOW SHE WAS WHEN SHE LOST THE TITLE TO IYO! I'M TALKING ABOUT HOW SHE WAS POST-SUMMERSLAM. AND I NEED TO SEE THAT PURE EVILNESS FROM WHEN SHE WAS IN THE JUDGMENT DAY!

Ahem...excuse me, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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If these two had teamed up the law abiding world would not have known what hit it.

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i know I'm fucked when I find myself on livejournal for a fic. I JUST HAVE TO SATIATE MY NEED DYSON/KENZI RAHHHHHHHHH