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[alanisstonedd]

yummy yummy!!

"toji, you're gross." ☆

your oaf of a lover, toji fushiguro, lays with his weight all-but crushing you into the couch. what was meant to be a relaxed movie night has somehow ended up with your panties pulled to the side, toji's cock reaching inhuman depths inside of you, and your face wet with his spit.

he won't stop fucking licking you.

"hell you mean 'gross?'" toji squishes your cheeks together, forcing your lips to stick out like you wanna kiss him. "you're the one with my cum all on these pretty lips."

okay, so what if you let him cum in your mouth before sticking his dick in you. and so what if you practically made out with the head of his cock after said blowjob? he was a mess and you're oddly addicted to the taste of his release. it's all that good food you've been bulking him up on. that good food is also why he's so fucking heavy on top of you, and why he's got that extra bit of meat on his bones for you to grab onto while he leans down and licks your lips clean. you ignore the way your pussy tightens around him at the act.

"oh god you're like a dog," you try to turn your head, which turns out to be a mistake when toji licks a stripe up your cheek instead. "down boy. git' off."

"mmm, careful," toji nips at your earlobe. "this dog bites."

you roll your eyes, "this dog begs," you correct him. "and drools."

"you wanna put a collar on me or somethin'?" toji laughs when you clench down around him again. "now shut up and let me taste you."

he catches your lips in this awful sloppy kiss that you're ashamed of enjoying. his tongue rolling over your lips and tracing the row of teeth behind, just to push onwards and try to map every crevice of your mouth in the name of explorative innovation. his hips roll forward into you and, not for the first time since your movie started, toji brings you to a leg-shaking orgasm.

he stills his cock inside of you as he follows you through and cums as well, deep inside of you where he insists it belong, before giving you only a second to catch your breath before meeting your gaze in something that makes you pull a face.

"ew, toji, don't you dare—"

"i'm gonna lick you clean," toji grins, pressing his first gentle kiss of the night to the corner of your lips, before pulling out and trailing his tongue down your neck, chest, stomach... "like a good boy."

"i'm gonna start telling your friends you call yourself a good boy in bed."

toji nips at your thigh, and then delves his practiced tongue between your legs to lick you clean of himself.

"go ahead," he says, mewling like a fucking cat at the taste of your releases mixed together. "no one will believe you anyway."

[alanisstonedd]

plink

bum!ony after he comes back from the corner to a plate and clean laundry

MDNI

bum!ony that sees you walking your route to work when he starts crashing with his hb, always outside on the corner chopping it up when you stroll by minding your damn business. mad cute but wayyy outta his league. you got it all together, and he’s practically the opposite

bum!ony that swallows his pride to holla at your fine ass when you’re waiting to cross the street one day. you giggle at some one-liner he drops & he’s hooked.

bum!ony who forms a lil bond with you on the corner before it gets serious. it’s a lil routine — you giggle at him on the way to work and throw him a clever line on the way back home. he loves y’all’s lil game & is honestly happy with whatever attention you give him.

bum!ony who is so surprised when you ask him to lunch one your way home one day. he jumps on the opportunity not even tryna front like he’s not excited.

bum!ony who charms you on the date. you don’t even seem to care that he spends too much time on the corner to have a consistent job. that smile? the way he looks at you? that rough, slightly unreliable sex appeal he oozes?your guard is embarrassingly low. but what can you sayyy — he makes you feel a way. a way you’re not ready to let go of.

bum!ony who moves — in as a “friend” — when his hb gets booked. you figure he’s not exactly a stranger & you can’t let him go homeless! he said it’d only be until he could get on his feet so it’s fine! you have the extra space, it’d be a waste basically.

bum!ony who gives you foot rubs in exchange for his laundry done - unspoken ritual of course. his hands do tend to wander tho… sneaking up to your thighs to sink his fingers in.. you just do that cute snicker he likes, courtesy of the two blunts he rolled for you earlier. no clue how he’s getting all this loud since he still don’t got a J O B

bum!ony who leaves his socks in the floor just to see your pussy print when you bend over. matter fact, you catch him looking quite a lot. always “grabbing sum real quick” when you’re in the shower, “accidentally” peeking his head in your room while you’re changing for a quick question. but you appreciate how comfortable he is — taking it as a compliment to your hospitality.

bum!ony who starts rubbing on your booty whenever you bring up his unemployment. mumbling some excuse while he licks his lips at you. taking your accidental moan as the go ahead to start dragging you into him. you can never stay maddddd he’s like crack.

bum!ony who man-spreads on the couch with just his draws on. print fully out. he palms it when you walk by. dragging you into his lap for a “hug” because you look like you had a hard day apparently. he’s the best hugger tho so your happy self don’t mind. you feel a little guilty honestly - feeling like a slut for getting so wet when he was just trying to get comfy.

bum!ony who starts sleeping in your bed when the couch gets to “uncomfortable”. his big ass frame taking up half the bed. his half-chub somehow finding your booty in the middle of the night. he’s just so big, you might as well start cuddling. he’s even worse then… lowkey humping you “in his sleep”. yall end up tangled with his head smack on your tits, mouth open and snoring over your nipple.

bum!ony who gets so horny when you cook for him. which is every night bcs he doesn’t help you with shit. you end up laying on top of him making out, letting push into you bcs you gave him blue-balls baby. duhh. he takes you back to your bed and fucks all the calories off, drilling you into the mattress like a rag doll.

bum!ony who teases you when you leave your laundry out in the living room — about your panties. talking out his ass about the lil lacy thing to the point you put it on to show him how wrong he is about them. and oh is he wrong… makes you ride his face with them pulled to the side, all over the couch.

bum!ony who humps you while you wash the dishes. that’s it

bum!ony who tricks you into sex with his fine ass face after he misses another job interview. kissing all over you cuz he knows it distracts you. dicking you down sideways with a hard on your tit and more empty promises in your ear. but you don’t even hear none of it over the slapping of his hips and the squelch of your cream all over him.

bum!ony who loves when you have a bad day at work bcs you don’t ask him about a job and you fuck him like a toy. using him for that nut. your hand moves to his neck and you start fucking out the frustration you’ve built up at his bum ass. its animalistic.

bum!ony who randomly comes home with a BAG one day. like serious money. first thing he buys is some lingerie for you to model for him. might take some photos while you doing ya thang for posterity ofc.

[alanisstonedd]

MDNI

bum!ony that sees you walking your route to work when he starts crashing with his hb, always outside on the corner chopping it up when you stroll by minding your damn business. mad cute but wayyy outta his league. you got it all together, and he’s practically the opposite

bum!ony that swallows his pride to holla at your fine ass when you’re waiting to cross the street one day. you giggle at some one-liner he drops & he’s hooked.

bum!ony who forms a lil bond with you on the corner before it gets serious. it’s a lil routine — you giggle at him on the way to work and throw him a clever line on the way back home. he loves y’all’s lil game & is honestly happy with whatever attention you give him.

bum!ony who is so surprised when you ask him to lunch on your way home one day. he jumps at the opportunity not even tryna front like he’s not excited.

bum!ony who charms you on the date. you don’t even seem to care that he spends too much time on the corner to have a consistent job. that smile? the way he looks at you? that rough, slightly unreliable sex appeal he oozes? your guard is embarrassingly low. but what can you sayyy — he makes you feel a way. a way you’re not ready to let go of.

bum!ony who moves — in as a “friend” — when his hb gets booked. you figure, he’s not exactly a stranger & you can’t let him go homeless! he said it’d only be until he could get on his feet so it’s fine! you have the extra space, it’d be a waste basically.

bum!ony who gives you foot rubs in exchange for his laundry done - unspoken ritual of course. his hands do tend to wander tho… sneaking up to your thighs to sink his fingers in.. you just smile & do that cute snicker he likes, courtesy of the two blunts he rolled for you earlier. no clue how he’s getting all this loud since he still don’t got a J O B

bum!ony who leaves his socks in the floor just to see your pussy print when you bend over. matter fact, you catch him looking quite a lot. always “grabbing sum real quick” when you’re in the shower, “accidentally” peeking his head in your room while you’re changing for a quick question. but you appreciate how comfortable he is — taking it as a compliment to your hospitality.

bum!ony who starts rubbing on your booty whenever you bring up his unemployment. mumbling some excuse while he licks his lips at you. taking your accidental moan as the go ahead to start dragging you into him. you can never stay maddddd he’s like crack.

bum!ony who man-spreads on the couch with just his draws on. print fully out. he palms it when you walk by. dragging you into his lap for a “hug” because you look like you had a hard day apparently. he’s the best hugger tho so your happy self don’t mind. you feel a little guilty honestly - feeling like a slut for getting so wet when he was just trying to get comfy.

bum!ony who starts sleeping in your bed when the couch gets to “uncomfortable”. his big ass frame taking up half the bed. his half-chub somehow finding your booty in the middle of the night. he’s just so big, you might as well start cuddling. he’s even worse then… lowkey humping you “in his sleep”. yall end up tangled with his head smack on your tits, mouth open and snoring over your nipple.

bum!ony who gets so horny when you cook for him. which is every night bcs he doesn’t help you with shit. you end up laying on top of him making out, letting him push into you bcs you gave him blue-balls baby. duhh. he takes you back to your bed and fucks all the calories off, drilling you into the mattress like a rag doll.

bum!ony who teases you when you leave your laundry out in the living room — about your panties specifically. talking out his ass about the lil lacy thing to the point you put it on to show him how wrong he is about them. and oh is he wrong… makes you ride his face with them pulled to the side, all over the couch.

bum!ony who humps you while you wash the dishes. that’s it

bum!ony who tricks you into sex with his fine ass face after he misses another job interview. kissing all over you cuz he knows it distracts you. dicking you down sideways with a hand on your tit and more empty promises in your ear. but you don’t even hear none of it over the slapping of his hips and the squelch of your cream all over him.

bum!ony who loves when you have a bad day at work bcs you don’t ask him about a job and you fuck him like a toy. using him for that nut. your hand moves to his neck and you start fucking out the frustration you’ve built up at his bum ass. its animalistic.

bum!ony who randomly comes home with a BAG one day. like serious money. first thing he buys is some lingerie for you to model for him. might take some photos while you doing ya thang for posterity ofc.

[alanisstonedd]

⟢DILFSHAKESPERE⟣

The way this would be something toji would do too. Loool

I did you wrong, you did me wrong

I take you back, you take me baaaack

You paused your show—looking around the room skeptically to investigate where the tune was coming from. The muffled music seemed to be coming from your front door, and increasing getting louder by the second. Your eyebrows could cover your eyes by them being so low from confusion. It’s damn near midnight, who the hell is blasting music this late? Being the nosy person you are, you glanced out the window and oh my gosh.

Connie was in your driveway, all five doors of his dark gray Maybach open—including his trunk. The car vibrated heavily with the booming beat of Did You Wrong by Pleasure P, shaking his window like a leaf. He wore a dark hoodie and slouched against the hood off his car, awaiting your arrival. Your favorite bouquet of flowers were visible from his backseat, along with treats and balloons. Your house shoes couldn’t be on your feet any faster.

“Constance! Fuck are you doin’? You are gonna get the law called on me for being a disruption!” You hissed. Your neighborhood was already racist as is, you didn’t need another reason for them to be down your throat.

He disregarded your fussing. “I missed you too, my love.”

“Turn this shit off Con. Now.”

“I will….If you take me back.” He once again danced over your frustrations. If he was really trying to win you over, the least he could do is listen.

“Boy-” you took matters into your own hands—marching over to his vehicle to yank the keys out of the ignition. You didn’t even press on the break. Fuck him and his car.

“Why are you bein’ like this? I cheated, you cheated—we cheated. We are both equal.”

His key fob, along with the million sets of multicolored keys collided with his chest before falling on the concrete. You should’ve aimed for his head. “No. You cheated, we broke up, and I fucked someone else.“

“And I forgive you for that. Just let me in. I’m swallowing my pride right now.”

“Connie, get the fuck out my driveway.”

There was an uncomfortable silence that was occasionally interrupted by the crickets in the nearby yard. Atlas, a defeated sigh left his chest and you actually thought he got the hint. That was until—

“I did you wronggg, you did me wrongggg” He was hilariously off key and loud. If you weren’t so irritated, you honestly would’ve cracked a smiled. The migraine of yours was forming with a quickness. Even with rubbing your temples, it didn’t help the pain. “Connnnn-”

“I take you back, please take me backkkk!”

“My goodness gracious! Take him back please so we can get some decent sleep!”

[alanisstonedd]

also i’m so sorry this was not proofread 😭 there’s so many damn typos

busted | singledad!ony x teacher!reader

an: so cute! i love themmmm. i’ve had this one in the drafts for a while now yall, please enjoy! send me ya nasty asks

cw: fluff, suggestive themes, black!reader, cussing, single dad

you hear a soft knock, blinking up from your laptop a little confused. it’s 1:30 and your kids are in science, currently grading with the little free time you do have today - you certainly were not expecting any meetings.

but when you focus your eyes on the figure at the door, you don’t even know why you didn’t expect that shit. amira’s father is once again standing in your classroom doorway, shoulders broad as hell in a white tee and grey sweats, clutching a little pink jacket in one thick hand. go figure.

you squint, not only at his unplanned appearance at 1:30 on a wednesday, but more so at the jacket “it’s… 85 degrees.” you can already smell the con he came in here tryna fool you with

he shrugs, biting his lip like he don’t even care about the excuse anymore. but he locks eyes with you and steps in slowly like he hasn’t been here a million times already. “mm — yeah, she said she was cold earlier. y’know kids. gotta be on go.”

you fold your arms, smiling despite yourself. he really is relentless — this is like the fourth time he’s been in here this week and you’re only three days in. “they in the art room right now, ony.” you sing-song, standing up and rounding your desk to give him your full attention. i mean he’s already here, smelling like you wanna climb him until your legs are around his head… it would be rude to not give him at least a second of your time.

“oh, word?” he steps farther in, looking around like he’s seeing it for the first time or something. “well… I could just leave it.” he mumbles, licking his lips at you, and it feels like he just turned the heat on in here.

this is precisely why you hate him coming in here like this — because as soon as you see that big ass frame tryna bust out of that white tee, that sweet smile that also somehow says “i’ll man-handle you and wear yo ass out”, and what maybe or may not be a bulge inbetween two huge thighs that you’re unsuccessfully trying to avoid… you fold like a damn chair. your will power is never strong enough to withstand this man and his apparently unyielding desire to see you.

but he doesn’t “just leave it”, of course, the man always has another plan.

instead, he sets it on amira’s desk and plops into the nearest tiny chair. you almost bust out laughing at how ridiculous he looks — this ass big man, all thick thighs and grown-man muscle, folded into a desk built for 7-year-olds.

you lean against your own desk, raising an eyebrow. you can’t help but smile at him grinning up at you like he’s so happy with himself. but he knows you already folded.

“you good, mr. ony?”

“mhmm.” he tilts his head, eyes trailing over your frame. drinking you in. wishing you’d move a little closer so he could reach for those hips. “you look real good today miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧. real professional. definitely too fine to be up in this school single…”

you roll your eyes, biting back a grin. “you here to flirt with me or to bring your child’s unnecessary outerwear?”

“it can’t be both? you know i need my miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ time…” he says, full grin, unabashedly and very obviously undressing you in his head.

“mhm, you a piece of work ony.” you’re trying to keep it together — you really are. hut this man’s sitting there all big and broad, sweats straining against his big ass legs in that tiny chair, hand stroking his sexy ass beard while he watches you like you’re art — eyes shining like the things he’s imagining doing to you right now have no place in this classroom

“so how’s your day been, miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧?” he asks, and all the sudden you’re hot with just those simple words, his voice all low and seductive. “you eat somethin’ today? drink your water? anybody holla at you yet or i’m the first lucky man?”

you tilt your head, snickering. “is that how you talk to every teacher?”. you sass back, fronting like you don’t want his flirting but you can’t deny the fanny flutters you get when he comes in thirsty for you.

he leans forward, tryna reel you in even closer than you already are, resting his arms on the tiny desk like it’s the most natural thing in the world. little does he know, you wanna lock that damn door and show him off-the-clock you.

“nah,” he says, eyes glinting with that mischief that makes your clit throb. he knows he got you — or at least got your attention. “just the one i’m tryna take out for dinner… then dessert… and then breakfast.”

your breath catches, and he immediately sees that shit because he’s been watching you like a hawk since he came in here. watching you every move, your beautiful face and all your expressions like he wants to know every single one you have, jealous of the way your hands get to hold your juicy hips and thighs.

he stands up realllll slow, walking toward you, caging you in — close enough that the desk’s edge is flush against your booty, that the heat from his big frame is making your face hot. making all of you hot. you try to stay calm. professional. but his voice drops to that dangerous whisper.

“y’know how hard it is not to grab yo fine ass and kiss you every time I see you?”

you blink up at him, heat crawling up your neck and down into your pussy. his hands on the desk behind you, boxing you in, his hips dangerously close to your hips.

“ony, this is not—”

his hand slides up your thigh slow like he wants you to feel it, hiking your leg up just slightly against his body. he leans in slow enough to show you he’s not scared, lips barely brushing yours, eyes flicking between your mouth and your eyes like he’s starving. he wants you in his bed already. the holding-back is not for him, but if he keeps this up, he might do something regrettable in this elementary school classroom.

then, suddenly, just as you’re about to lean in and suck his tongue like yall are alone, his hands gripping you up and pressing you against him like he craves to do every damn day —

SLAM.

the classroom door swings open.

you jump against your desk. he steps back lightning fast, not ashamed but… you could loose your job right? ‘course he wants to have you, but ideally without that possibility.

amira skips in like she owns the place, completely oblivious to the little situation happening in there just moments before.

“hi miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧! miss smith said i could come get my water bottle!”

she grabs it off her desk, “oh, hi daddy…” and gives you both a sweet little wave before skipping back the way she came in…

but she pauses mid-skip and turns around…she squints at you both like she knows something, then smiles like the devil. she lets out a little “mhm..” before continuing on her way back to science class.

but not before blurting “quit kissin’ on the mouth with the door unlocked!” you hear a sneaky giggle and then she’s skipping right out the door before yall can even speak.

you and ony are still frozen in shock — then BURSTING out laughing. he collapses forward into you, head on your shoulder, muffling a full-body laugh into your shirt while you wheeze with one hand over your heart. she too smart for her age.

you shake your head, smirking. “you ain’t right, mr. ony. almost got our asses busted.”

he grins into your shoulder, like he doesn’t even care. “she really said on the mouth… we wasn’t even…”

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xoxo, lani 💋💋💋

[alanisstonedd]

alright awakening my inner dom 😵‍💫🤤

SFL: Untitled No.2

Reading a sub!Yuta fic did something to me...

ೇ 2,350+ words, explicit sexual content (18+), BDSM elements (e.g., bondage, edging, power dynamics), jealousy, femdom/malesub dynamics, light degradation, toxic relationship themes (e.g., possessiveness, control), name-calling, no condom, etc. Everythings consensual.ೇ

Mature content!!

"Do you like her?" you asked, voice cold but still sweet.

His eyes widened, panic creeping into his expression. "M'-n-no, I don't like her," he stammered, voice cracking under the pressure—whether from the question or everything else, you weren't sure. Maybe both. Hands cuffed to the headboard, you sat on top of him. Your grip firm, movements slow and deliberate. His breath ragged, sweat lining his temples. You kept him like this for hours—on edge, burning for relief, denied every time he got close.

"That's nice, baby, but she likes you, and you made her feel comfortable enough to try and get with you knowing you have a girlfriend," you spoke sharply.

"Nuh-uh, she was ju—" You cut him off by slipping two of your fingers into his mouth, making him gag on the sudden invasion. You continued to stroke him while he sucked greedily, like it was the only thing tethering him to reality. His eyes fluttered shut, shame and need colliding in a mess.

"But then again... maybe it's all her fault..." His eyes opened, and he nodded his head eagerly in agreement, thinking he had an out.

You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and stopped stroking him to scoot up so his dick was pressed against your stomach. You got up on your feet and hovered above his dick, rubbing it up and down your slit, nudging it against your entrance. You lowered your body so just the head went in; that alone had his dick throbbing. He looked up at you with pleading eyes and a pout on his lips.

"...or maybe you're an attention-seeking whore who'll fuck anybody who notices him," you taunted, moving him from your entrance to your clit, rubbing back and forth, simulating it with his tip. You did that for a while, getting each other wet and sticky.

"Please put it in—need it," he whined, pulling at the fuzzy pink cuffs, feeling stupid for thinking you'd give him what he wants. He looked so pathetic, so pretty like this. You started to stroke him slowly, thumb rubbing over his sensitive head. "M'sorry, sorry, I—fuck," he gasped, voice catching when your grip tightened. You pumped him faster, watching his pre-cum spill over your hand and drip down his thighs. He was a mess—your mess. Your hand eventually slowed down, taking him further from release. He groaned, wanting nothing more than to cum.

"You're so pretty, baby." You climbed off him and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing your phone. Straddling him once more, you kissed along his jaw, then down his throat—licking, sucking, biting. You left dark, blooming marks across his skin like proof of ownership. Each sound he made fueled you—those soft whimpers, the way he begged without even realizing. You hummed in satisfaction.

"Aww, I know... come on, pretty boy," you cooed, slapping his cheek lightly. You laughed when his dick jumped at the pet name. "...Smile for me." He gave you a weak, hazy smile—trying so hard to ignore the painful ache pulsing between his legs. You took a few pictures of him like that—flushed, wrecked, and desperate—before tossing your phone aside. You grabbed his dick and started stroking him again. You kissed and blew air on his tip, watching him shudder, before spitting on it.

Tears welled in his eyes, spilling freely now. You leaned down and took him in your mouth, not giving him time to brace. He gasped—half sob, half moan; loving the feeling of your mouth. You bobbed your head until he was on the edge. He was so close.

"Y-yes, mmm, please don't stop," he cried out, bucking his hips, pushing deeper down your throat. He started throbbing inside of your mouth. Your tongue went over his vein, and you started bobbing your head faster. "You're so good. Thank you, thank you, thank y—" You stopped mid-praise. He let out a frustrated groan, body trembling. You gave him a contemptuous glance.

"If you're this upset about not coming," you said, voice flat, "imagine how I feel knowing my boyfriend is entertaining randoms." You poked his twitching length, watching him squirm. "I-I'm not upset," he stammered. "I just... I don't get why you're so mad. I love you, not her. I'd never hurt you. Not on purpose," he mumbled sincerely, looking at you with those pretty tear-stained eyes.

"Yeah? You love me?" you drawled, dragging your acrylic nails lightly down his chest, unconvinced. He nodded desperately, eyes wide and wet. Girls would bat their lashes, lean in like they’d lost their balance, laugh like he’d just delivered a stand-up routine— and he thought nothing of it, grinning like an idiot. Oblivious to how they looked at him like a toy they couldn’t wait to play with. So sweet, so stupid. Always too friendly. Always too fucking careless.

"Yes, I love you. They don't get to have me like this, but you do. Tell me what you want, tell me what to do, I'll do anything for you, you know that." He urged, looking at you with pleading eyes, willing to do whatever it took to make you forgive him.

"Anything?" you asked, looking down, lining him up with your entrance.

"Yes! Whatever you want." His words were coiled at his throat, coming out rushed. Wanting you to sit down, he bucked his hips up, desperate to feel you from the inside.

"Alright, I'll tell you after," you replied, mind racing with millions of ideas, so many ways to play. He shook his head happily before throwing his head back into the pillows. You sank down on him in one slow, punishing movement. You both moaned, the sound ragged and hot between your bodies. You started bouncing—fast, relentless—you needed it. He did too.

"Ahh—fuck me faster," he begged, trying to thrust up into you.

The cuffs clicked sharply as he fought against them, desperate to meet you halfway. You kept it going, riding him hard until your hips started to slow. He twitched inside you. Then again. You moaned as he came, hot and deep, coating your walls. But you didn't have time to catch your breath—click.

The cuffs snapped. And before you could even process it, his hands gripped your waist hard, and he drove up into you, chasing everything you'd been denying him. "M'shiit, you feel so good—ahh." You both rocked together, hips moving in sync, dragging it out until it started again. The climb, the crash. Before you knew it, you were coming—sharp, fast, overwhelming.

"Oh my—fuck, hey, slow down," you gasped, trying to catch your breath, your body twitching from the aftershocks.

But he didn't stop—not completely. His grip on your waist tightened, still chasing every last bit of you.

"Uh-uh, no, ma'am," he panted, voice shaky. "J-just a little more..." He kept fucking up into you, his breathing shaky and frantic. He spread his legs. The shift opened you wider, forced your body into compliance. He took one hand off your waist and placed it on the back of your neck, bringing you in for a kiss. You both moaned and huffed while kissing. You bit his lip, liking the way it made his hands dig into you. He fucked you deep and hard. You started sucking on his neck, moving your hips to match his pace. Then you felt it—his body tense, stuttering beneath you, and then the rush of warmth deep inside as he came again, thick and messy.

You collapsed against him, both of you slick, tangled, and content. Chest to chest. Heart to heart. There was silence, save for the broken rhythm of breathing. Then his arms softened around you. He tilted his head down, lips brushing your forehead. A quiet, reverent kiss—like he was grounding himself in you.

He looked at you, eyes glassy, lips parted, still catching up. "Can I..." he paused, voice low, hopeful. "Can I eat you?" The question hung in the air, tender and needy, totally different from the way he'd been moments ago.

You gave him a long look.

Then sighed.

This night wasn’t even close to over.

Dividers by @enchanthings / @enchanthings-a and @cafekitsune

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[alanisstonedd]

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SFL: Say You Missed Me

ㅤֺㅤꪆৎ1,601 words, explicit Sexual Content (18+)/smut, rough sex. possessiveness / jealousy, degrading, pet names (e.g., "baby," "mine,"), use of force (manhandling and coercive tone), face-down / prone positioning, hair pulling, spanking / biting / marking, light choking, no condom(don't be silly wrap the willy), toxic dynamics, infidelity accusations(no real cheating), aftercare (Emotional not Physical), etcꪆৎㅤֺ

The door clicked shut behind you, and you barely made it a step inside before his voice cut through the quiet.

“Where the fuck you been?”

You blinked, turned slow, purse still hanging off your shoulder. “Out.”

He was on the couch, legs spread wide, forearms braced on his thighs like he’d been sitting there for hours. He didn’t look at you—he looked through you. Jaw locked. Eyes low.

You shifted, trying not to squirm under the weight of it. “Don’t start.”

He stood.

Your stomach flipped.

He crossed the room without hurry, just quiet, deliberate steps that made your breath stick in your chest. You didn’t back down, though. You squared your shoulders, tilted your chin. You weren’t in the mood to be manhandled—

—but then he reached out and caught your waist, spinning you gently but firmly until your back hit the wall. Not hard. Just enough to pin you. His hands stayed on your hips, fingers flexing tight around your waist.

“You smell like him,” he said.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Cologne,” he growled, nose brushing your throat. “That ain’t mine.”

You scoffed, trying to shove him off, but he wouldn’t move. His hand slid up, gripping your jaw with a little too much pressure—just enough to make your lashes flutter. “It was nothing. Just some dude who hugged me goodbye, that’s it.”

“That’s it?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“You wore that little top for nothin’?” He flicked his gaze down—tight top, plunging neck, no bra, little bit of shine on your chest from the oil you rubbed on before leaving. “Left your curls out, edges all nice, new set on your nails. And you expect me to believe it was nothing?”

You swallowed hard. “I didn’t do it for him.”

“No?” His hand slipped down your side, slow and dragging. “Then who, baby? Hm?” His fingers hooked into the waistband of your skirt, tugging it lower. “You wore this out for yourself?”

You hated how your thighs clenched. How heat pooled between your legs just from the edge in his voice. And how you felt.

“I wore it ‘cause I wanted to,” you said, breath hitching. “You’re not my Dad”

“No,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “I’m worse. I’m the one that owns you in every way.”

He spun you fast, face-first to the wall now, one arm across your back as he pushed your skirt up. “You wanna act like you forgot that—then I’ll remind you.”

You whimpered when he bit your shoulder, hard. Not breaking skin, but deep enough to leave it. Your lash extensions trembled with every shaky blink. Your acrylics scraped the wall as you gripped it for balance.

His hips rolled against your ass. Thick. Hot. Heavy. The imprint of him pressed right into your soaked panties.

“You’re all mine, baby,” he whispered against your neck. “And I’m gonna make sure you remember that every time you sit down tomorrow.”

You barely made it past the bedroom door.

His hand shot out, gripped your waist tight, and dragged you toward the bed. Your knees hit the edge awkwardly, and you tried to twist away—tried to laugh it off like he was just being annoying—but one look at his face told you: he wasn’t playing.

He moved.

Fast.

You didn’t say anything—not when he shoved you down onto the mattress, not when he stared you down. “You don't even care, do you?” he asked, in that low, rough voice that always warned of a coming storm. You just pushed at his chest weakly, told him he was crazy.

So he flipped you onto your stomach, face pressed into the sheets.

“No more hiding,” he muttered, voice dark and cracking around the edges.

You still didn’t speak—not when he yanked your panties down and let them hang at your knees, not when he dragged the thick head of his dick through your slick folds, slow and intentional, like he had all the time in the world.

But you gasped when he pushed in.

You cried out loud, nails clawing at the sheets as he stretched you open. “Oh my God—”

He groaned behind you, deep and pained. “Mhm. You always take me like this, huh? So damn good for me.”

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t brutal. He just… sank in. Deep. The stretch made your jaw fall open, lashes fluttering with every inch.

His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, guiding your arch. “Fuck,” he breathed, forehead dropping to your spine. “Why you feel like this, huh?”

You whimpered, your body trembling under the weight of him. “Mmhg— I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” He pulled out, just enough, then rolled back in, slow and punishing. “You do this shit on purpose.”

Your head turned, cheek dragging over the sheets. “I didn’t—”

“Yes, the fuck you did.” His voice cracked again, low and raw like something inside him was splintering. “You want me crazy, right? Want me jealous?”

He gripped your hips hard, pulled you back onto him like it was his goddamn right. “You let him touch you?” he asked, breath hot at your shoulder.

“I didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” His palm came down hard on your ass, then held it, squeezing tight. “Didn’t let him? Or didn’t stop him?”

You whimpered, body tensing with every slow grind—not rough yet, but it was coming. You could feel it in the way his dick dragged through you, in the way his mouth hovered above your skin like a threat.

“Don’t lie to me, baby,” he whispered. “Not when I know this pussy’s still mine.”

Your voice broke. “It is. It’s yours. Always.”

That did something to him.

He leaned over your back, wrapped one hand around your throat and pulled your face toward him. “Look at you,” he murmured, brushing his lips over your cheek as his hips rocked into yours. “Look so pretty with them thick-ass lashes all wet. Cryin’ over my dick.”

You gasped, unable to breathe right. “You feel so—fuck, you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he gritted, picking up the pace, his strokes hitting deeper. “You like me fucking you like this? Like I’m tryna remind you who you belong to?”

You could only nod, mouth open, body limp with pleasure.

His hand fisted in your curls, tugging just enough to tilt your head. “Nobody else touches this hair. You hear me?” His voice broke again. “Ain’t nobody else allowed to see you like this. All soft. All needy. You're all mine.”

You choked on a sob when his teeth sank into your shoulder—hard enough to bruise. Then again, lower, on your hip, your thigh. Each bite grounding you deeper into him.

He slowed, just enough to kiss between your shoulder blades. “I get scared, you know,” he murmured. “When you pull away. When you stop looking me in the eyes. When you act like I’m just some man you fuck.”

“You’re not,” you gasped. “You’re not.”

“Then act like it,” he growled. “Let me have you. Let me keep you.”

His hand slid down, two fingers finding your clit and working you with tight, perfect circles. Your body jerked, your orgasm rising fast, hot, and helpless.

“Say you missed me,” he whispered. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I missed you,” you sobbed, breath catching in your throat.

“Let me feel it.”

You came with a broken cry, trembling under him as he slowed, fucked you through it, kissed your back like a promise. He stayed inside you when he followed, groaning deep and low, holding you tight through every wave.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice raw. “Even when you piss me off. Even when I don't say it.”

You reached back, hand searching for his, still shaking. “I love you too.”

And he stayed there—tucked against your back, arms around your waist, lips at your neck—like maybe this time, he believed you. Like maybe this time, he’d stop being scared.

Dividers by @cafekitsune and @diviniyae

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busted | singledad!ony x teacher!reader

an: so cute! i love themmmm. i’ve had this one in the drafts for a while now yall, please enjoy! send me ya nasty asks

cw: fluff, suggestive themes, black!reader, cussing, single dad

you hear a soft knock, blinking up from your laptop a little confused. it’s 1:30 and your kids are in science, currently grading with the little free time you do have today - you certainly were not expecting any meetings.

but when you focus your eyes on the figure at the door, you don’t even know why you didn’t expect that shit. amira’s father is once again standing in your classroom doorway, shoulders broad as hell in a white tee and grey sweats, clutching a little pink jacket in one thick hand. go figure.

you squint, not only at his unplanned appearance at 1:30 on a wednesday, but more so at the jacket “it’s… 85 degrees.” you can already smell the con he came in here tryna fool you with

he shrugs, biting his lip like he don’t even care about the excuse anymore. but he locks eyes with you and steps in slowly like he hasn’t been here a million times already. “mm — yeah, she said she was cold earlier. y’know kids. gotta be on go.”

you fold your arms, smiling despite yourself. he really is relentless — this is like the fourth time he’s been in here this week and you’re only three days in. “they in the art room right now, ony.” you sing-song, standing up and rounding your desk to give him your full attention. i mean he’s already here, smelling like you wanna climb him until your legs are around his head… it would be rude to not give him at least a second of your time.

“oh, word?” he steps farther in, looking around like he’s seeing it for the first time or something. “well… I could just leave it.” he mumbles, licking his lips at you, and it feels like he just turned the heat on in here.

this is precisely why you hate him coming in here like this — because as soon as you see that big ass frame tryna bust out of that white tee, that sweet smile that also somehow says “i’ll man-handle you and wear yo ass out”, and what maybe or may not be a bulge inbetween two huge thighs that you’re unsuccessfully trying to avoid… you fold like a damn chair. your will power is never strong enough to withstand this man and his apparently unyielding desire to see you.

but he doesn’t “just leave it”, of course, the man always has another plan.

instead, he sets it on amira’s desk and plops into the nearest tiny chair. you almost bust out laughing at how ridiculous he looks — this ass big man, all thick thighs and grown-man muscle, folded into a desk built for 7-year-olds.

you lean against your own desk, raising an eyebrow. you can’t help but smile at him grinning up at you like he’s so happy with himself. but he knows you already folded.

“you good, mr. ony?”

“mhmm.” he tilts his head, eyes trailing over your frame. drinking you in. wishing you’d move a little closer so he could reach for those hips. “you look real good today miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧. real professional. definitely too fine to be up in this school single…”

you roll your eyes, biting back a grin. “you here to flirt with me or to bring your child’s unnecessary outerwear?”

“it can’t be both? you know i need my miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ time…” he says, full grin, unabashedly and very obviously undressing you in his head.

“mhm, you a piece of work ony.” you’re trying to keep it together — you really are. hut this man’s sitting there all big and broad, sweats straining against his big ass legs in that tiny chair, hand stroking his sexy ass beard while he watches you like you’re art — eyes shining like the things he’s imagining doing to you right now have no place in this classroom

“so how’s your day been, miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧?” he asks, and all the sudden you’re hot with just those simple words, his voice all low and seductive. “you eat somethin’ today? drink your water? anybody holla at you yet or i’m the first lucky man?”

you tilt your head, snickering. “is that how you talk to every teacher?”. you sass back, fronting like you don’t want his flirting but you can’t deny the fanny flutters you get when he comes in thirsty for you.

he leans forward, tryna reel you in even closer than you already are, resting his arms on the tiny desk like it’s the most natural thing in the world. little does he know, you wanna lock that damn door and show him off-the-clock you.

“nah,” he says, eyes glinting with that mischief that makes your clit throb. he knows he got you — or at least got your attention. “just the one i’m tryna take out for dinner… then dessert… and then breakfast.”

your breath catches, and he immediately sees that shit because he’s been watching you like a hawk since he came in here. watching you every move, your beautiful face and all your expressions like he wants to know every single one you have, jealous of the way your hands get to hold your juicy hips and thighs.

he stands up realllll slow, walking toward you, caging you in — close enough that the desk’s edge is flush against your booty, that the heat from his big frame is making your face hot. making all of you hot. you try to stay calm. professional. but his voice drops to that dangerous whisper.

“y’know how hard it is not to grab yo fine ass and kiss you every time I see you?”

you blink up at him, heat crawling up your neck and down into your pussy. his hands on the desk behind you, boxing you in, his hips dangerously close to your hips.

“ony, this is not—”

his hand slides up your thigh slow like he wants you to feel it, hiking your leg up just slightly against his body. he leans in slow enough to show you he’s not scared, lips barely brushing yours, eyes flicking between your mouth and your eyes like he’s starving. he wants you in his bed already. the holding-back is not for him, but if he keeps this up, he might do something regrettable in this elementary school classroom.

then, suddenly, just as you’re about to lean in and suck his tongue like yall are alone, his hands gripping you up and pressing you against him like he craves to do every damn day —

SLAM.

the classroom door swings open.

you jump against your desk. he steps back lightning fast, not ashamed but… you could loose your job right? ‘course he wants to have you, but ideally without that possibility.

amira skips in like she owns the place, completely oblivious to the little situation happening in there just moments before.

“hi miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧! miss smith said i could come get my water bottle!”

she grabs it off her desk, “oh, hi daddy…” and gives you both a sweet little wave before skipping back the way she came in…

but she pauses mid-skip and turns around…she squints at you both like she knows something, then smiles like the devil. she lets out a little “mhm..” before continuing on her way back to science class.

but not before blurting “quit kissin’ on the mouth with the door unlocked!” you hear a sneaky giggle and then she’s skipping right out the door before yall can even speak.

you and ony are still frozen in shock — then BURSTING out laughing. he collapses forward into you, head on your shoulder, muffling a full-body laugh into your shirt while you wheeze with one hand over your heart. she too smart for her age.

you shake your head, smirking. “you ain’t right, mr. ony. almost got our asses busted.”

he grins into your shoulder, like he doesn’t even care. “she really said on the mouth… we wasn’t even…”

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hope yall liked this! likes, comments, reblogs and all the rest are much appreciated!!

xoxo, lani 💋💋💋

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i’m realizing more and more that i can only write smut on my period 😕 why is it rlly when im at my horniest

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the philly nigga part of me headcanons ony as a philly muslim and his last name is muhammad. some of them niggas be so fineeeeett 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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um.. you right, lemme rewatch every single creed

michael b. jordan for gq magazine (2025)

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plink

yall after construction!ony calls you to the house to show you your new hardwood floors

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singledad!ony x teacher!reader

cw: fluff, single father, profanity, suggestive themes, black!reader, not proofread unfortunately

an: omggg omg. this was so fun yallll i love himmmmmm. i already have fic ideas for them, so so juicy. im so excited to share wit y'all!!! finally!!! enjoy, kisses!!! alsoooo, ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ is y/n just so yall aint confused

₊˚.༄ so y’alls little meet cute starts your second year of teaching. lowkey still fresh out of school, degree acquired, little life set up and ready to inspire the children! you’ve worked at this for so long and you’re buzzing to be able to say that you’re finally where you want to be in life. the kids, the environment, the hours, you just feel so fulfilled… for a single woman, working and living on her own – saturday night’s out with the girls only give you so much.

₊˚.༄ you especially look forward to meet the teacher, just before the first day of school – always excited to get a first look at your students that year and the parents you’ll need keep that right eye out for. howeverrrr, you didn’t expect to have such a good-looking surprise that year. meet the teacher goes off without a hitch ofc, but about an hour before you should start closing up your classroom for the evening, in walks ony… holding the tiny hand of his adorable, bright-eyed daughter amira. 

₊˚.༄ ony steps into the classroom and immediately clocks you – legs crossed at your desk, gloss sparkling, runway-grade teacher fit, and attention currently on some other parent - unfortunately for him. while you’re chatting, he takes a minute to stay stunned, amira running off to play with the few kids left in the classroom. he would’ve bet every penny to his name that love-at-first-sight didn’t exist, but he’d be a broke ass mf today if the feeling spreading through his body is any sign. he's watching your lips while you talk to that other woman like he already knows he wanna kiss them for the rest of his damn life. 

₊˚.༄ “you must be amira’s dad” your warm, bright greeting sounds like seduction to him, having to physically shake his damn head to clear it – you’d been expecting him and amira all day, grateful for the chance to meet them before school starts. ony, on the other hand, thinks he actually might be in a dream – he swears he can see you glowing like an angel, and the sweet, luscious scent invading his senses couldn’t possibly be anyone else in the room. he wants to take you out TONIGHT, but he figures he should probably respond first. “damn… uh–yeah. i mean, yeah. onyankopon. but.. you could just call me ony.” he so outta practice he don’t even know what to say, just grinning in your face really. you’re very professional, and take your place of work very seriously but you definitely notice his nerves – you think it's cute how surprised he is that you’re bad.

₊˚.༄ as soon as he and amira leave the classroom, he’s texting his group chat “yo. i jus met my wife”

₊˚.༄ amira lovesss you off rip. obsessed. right next to you during read aloud, always participating even if her answer is dead wrong, never afraid to ask for extra help, begging you to play with her and her little friends at recess. she’s practically attached at your hip. AND tink got a mouth on her lowkey. always ratting out her daddy like “miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧, my daddy says you too pretty to be teaching these bad ass kids” you literally laugh out loud and almost drop your whiteboard marker but it’s not funny “amira! what did i say about quoting your father? and! what i say about cussin?”. you tell him about it when he picks her up and he just looks away smirking like “mm… you mad she being honest?”

₊˚.༄ amira draws one of ony’s hoodies for a “favorite things” activity because “he wears it all the time. he thinks miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ likes when he wears it.”

₊˚.༄ at first you only see him at morning drop-offs through the open window of his truck, just a lil smile when he winks at you before you both get on with your lives. but best believe he's got a plan – he gon make sure you see him dammit, and you start seeing LOTS more of him. you head outside for morning drop-off? he parked first in line, leaning against the front side of the sparkling truck, waving you over with that sneaky ass smirk that's saying “c’mere. i know you wanna”. so you decide to chop it up with him – innocently OFC - while you wait for your signal to start letting kids in. y’all try to make small talk but ony gets bored of that with a quickness. this is all he gets to see of you - ofc he's making the most of it. yall talk about everything under the sun in that drop-off line – work, young parenthood, goals. but that deep, rough voice like a hot kiss on your neck… he could get your social security number out of you if he wanted to. he doesn’t though, he wants your favorite meal so he can learn it like the back of his hand. he wants your hobbies and what you do with your freetime so he can plan the PERFECT date for y’all. he wants your family plans, so he’ll know if he can turn you out like he's planned since meet the teacher.

₊˚.༄ that's really not enough for ony though. how else is he supposed to be blessed with your presence? everytime he even gets close to bringing up a date, you curve him on some professional shit. he decides it's time to amp up the pressure, because you’re clearly not understanding how serious he is. soon enough, he's first in line at pick-up too – waiting against his truck for baby girl to come running out yelling “daddyyyyy!!!”, with you trailing right behind her, smirking at his persistence.

₊˚.༄ then he's dropping her off and picking her up early so he gets to see you without all them other eyes, walking all the way into the building just for a few minutes of alone time with you. stays working you up just cuz he likes to see you sweat him a lil, looking you up and down, fingers brushing your side like he can’t stop himself from touching you. “when you gon let me take you out…” he mumbles softly like he’d spend all day in this classroom with these snotty ass kids if it meant he could be next to you. “when you gon quit showing up here like my landlord on the first, mr. ony?” you smile up at him like you want them juicy lips on yours right tf now, but your professionalism keeps him at arm's length - he’s a parent of a student! telling yourself you just need to be cautious until you know how serious he is.

₊˚.༄ he always got some excuse to come into the classroom midday and be sneaky while the kids aren’t watching - “she forgot her snack, i swear”, “i just wanted to say hey, you look real pretty today miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ...”, “oh, i just forgot to give her a jacket this morning, it's too damn cold. you warm enough miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧?” he’d give you the hoodie off his back if you said yes. neverrr misses a parent teacher conference, always on time with some beverage for you and a whole damn folder of shit. obviously he's tryna impress but you have no clue what could possibly be in there??

₊˚.༄ what gets you the most? hes such a good dad and its sexy as hell. patience like a saint, makes her laugh nonstop, gentle giant but the protective dad instincts are always on ten. plus, amira’s hair is always laid - cute baubles and bows, slick back styles, braids, twist outs… he does it all!! and does it very very well. you see the adorable lunches he packs her, flower shaped fruit, heart shaped sandwiches, cute little notes that sometimes include a little message for her to pass along to you - she’ll jump at any excuse to skip up to your desk and yap. 

₊˚.༄ every time he shows up, you swear he got finer. soft hoodie, grey sweats, clean sneakers, and the most delicious cologne you’ve ever smelled in your life. your professional act crumbling more and more every time you see him, all he has to do is bend over to tie her little crisp ass dunks, and let that hoodie ride up a lil bit exposing them thick ass chocolate abs, that v-line? you have to remind yourself that you’re at work all damn day, getting flashbacks to that flash of skin like it's the victorian era.

₊˚.༄ he starts volunteering for school events and chaperoning… coming around all fine and big, just for the wasp moms to absolutely swarm him, all while he's undressing you from across the room - that lip bite was NOT for them! haha!

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

xoxo, lani 💋💋💋

tags: @lovey-3 @bxrbie1

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no literally ts actually kinda PMTFO

“Remmick x -“ GET THAT SHIT OFF MY FUCKIN PHONE

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yall - some tea while i write bcs my juneteenth was crazy??

met my mom for lunch at a place i been wanting to try, and the food was disappointing as a MF. i shouldn’t have got my damn hopes up but that’s a big deal to me no bs 😭

went to pick up some paint for my bathroom reno and a full storm came through? like 70mph winds, blowing shit everywhere, hurricane lookin mess - and we don’t get no damn hurricanes up here!! 😭😭

me and my sister had to SHELTER in the back of the fucking store?? as per the employee lady’s recommendation?? i’m like is this the end chile 😭

it’s us, her, and a old man 😭 he gave nice pop pop tho so i felt safe lowkey. but we all literally huddled in the break room, and the pop tells us there’s a active shooter at the mall??? which is not even a MINUTE away from us. and there’s already a fatality???

bruh we left so damn quick. like kicking up dust quick. there was traffic lights out, people acting a damn fool, full trees blocking the road yall.. we got home to no power 😭😭 we all sitting in the family room w candles like some dummies

anyways it’s cuter now but i hope yall had a sweeter juneteenth than me 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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i have a feeling singledad!ony x teacher!reader is cuming tn

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have yall heard this damn rumor about ace and chelley having a plan going into the villa bcs they knew each other before, and they got rules and shit about how they can behave bcs they playin the long game or whatever 🤨 and apparently they been tg bcs he was wishing her a happy vday before love island even started

i seen it in a tik tok but istg if they lyin on my girl chelley name for some clicks 😒