#kiss yo homies

[captaindysdexic]

The Kestrels are not gay, they just enjoy kissing the homies before leaving for good luck 👍

[delightfulkingtyphoon]

You guys fw broships?

[wapurrr]

themmm :з

[r4bidcherry]

"you can kiss someone platonically" i say completely unironically, forgetting that the average person doesnt agree

[cookie-shmookie]

I call Sol's grab "kisses". So everytime I play Strive (sometimes AC) with my frens and I say "cmere get your kisses" they usually let me grab them cuz they know I'm determined to do so no matter what. Usually it results in chaingrab match. Or Neutral Punch clash that we call "dabbing" For like half of a match.

[aztr0punk]

literally so sick from faggiosis

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Shiva: This is bad! This is REALLY BAD!

Indra: Dude, what is it??

Shiva: I kissed Vishnu!

Indra: Woah....

Indra:

Indra: I owe Brahma so much money-

[thechaoticplayer]

ALRIGHT I JUST WATCHED THE KRISISIS HARDCORE MINECRAFT STREAM AND

homie nap but it’s not really a homie nap and they just fuck the reader instead <3 no way they can put their beds together like that and expect me to be normal about it

Author's note: the first time I fucking saw the three beds together I was like "ah yes one big bed very normal" and then I get this and I'm like 😨😨 WHY HAVENT I THOUGHT OF THAT- I've never written something like this before so expect me to just suck- It turned out a lot shorter than expected and I apologize 🙏 Summary: what was supposed to be homie nap turned not into a homie nap 😰 will you survive I dont even know fam Contains: FILTH... SMUT... THREE BIG GUYS! THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS-

Listen, you weren't purposely trying to seduce them. Four damn beds pushed together in one room, squished between Zali and Vanta. These men were big (not that way, but you definitely found out) and took up so much space, you wriggled around a lot.

Then you decided to make a "joke". "Hey, what if we just fucked in this bed instead? I'm not even tired because you big dicks are taking up most of it and its impossible to sleep now," you joke.

Wilson sits up to stare at you. Vanta and Zali prop themselves up on their elbows and there was some sort of silent communication that you didn't hear.

Now, you're on your back, tears streaming down your face as Vanta bullies his way into you, walls stretching to accommodate his large girth. Your legs over his shoulders and hitting that spot just right as Wilson plays with your clit, shushing you and murmuring praises in your ear. Zali is literally french kissing your tits right now, leaving red and purple marks and popping your nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, and all this pleasure you are feeling makes you see stars.

"Doing so well for us," Zali mumbles, kissing your jaw as you whimper.

"Shit, you feel so good," Vanta growls, hips stuttering as you both near your climax. Your moans get louder and both the healer and hitmen get harder by the second.

"Vanta Vanta," Wilson quickly says, tapping the soldier's shoulder.

Vanta slows his pace and you whine, so close to your climax only to be taken away from you just like that. "What is it?"

"Pull out for a second."

"Wha-"

"I wanna do something, okay?"

They stare at each other for a moment. Ah, another meeting you weren't invited to. Vanta smirks, dragging his cock out slowly and you feel empty. He moves to the side and watches Wilson go straight in between your thighs, eyes twinkling with excitement.

"W-Wilson, what are yo-" a moan cuts you off as Wilson begins eating you out like there was no tomorrow.

"Mm, perfect," Zali purrs, kissing your lips and swallowing your moans. "Doing such a good job, yes you are."

Wilson moans into your pussy, vibrations sending sparks up your spine as you shove his face deeper into you. His tongue laps greedily at your clit, collecting your juices and prodding at your sopping hole. You were close to climaxing, you could feel it coil and twist in your stomach.

"W-Wilson fuck, mm!"

"Looks like Wilson can eat pussy pretty good, huh? what a surprise," Vanta teases from side, pumping his cock up and down at the sight.

"Shut up Vanta," Wilson groans.

"Make her cum," Zali says with a innocent smile. "I want to overstimulated her, just a bit."

"Despicable." Zali laughs at the comment.

Your vision was going blurry and your mind could barely put together a coherent sentence. "W-wha?"

Zali presses a kiss to your forehead. "Don't worry, mon amour, I'm going to make you feel really good."

You clamp around Wilson's tongue and cum hard, your whole body shaking from the orgasm. Wilson sits up, panting, with all sorts of fluid all over his face. Was it sweat? Drool? Cum? Who knows. But you definitely noticed a white stain on his pants.

Zali instantly flips you over on your fours, hand pressing against your abdomen. "Look at this magnificent work of art..." he mumbles and it makes your cheeks flame. He slides his cock between your folds, collecting your wetness before gently making his way into you.

Full again, but overstimulated as shit, you whine loudly, trying to get away. But Zali's hands hold you against him, rocking into your body that made you moan. Vanta sits right in front of you, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Since Wilson already came and Zali is in the process of it, why don't you suck me off while your at it?"

With a drawn-out moan, you lean down and kitten lick his tip, too impatient to lick every single part, you put his cock in your mouth. He groans at the sensation, bucking up a bit and making even more tears flood your eyes. Not only are you getting it from the back, but the front as well. Vanta face-fucks you, grunting and saying how fucking great your mouth feels.

Zali's shaky breaths tickle your ears as you clamp around his cock. You felt like heaven to him and he wanted you to feel the same. he quickens his pace, skin slapping skin and you moan around Vanta's dick. Wilson's hand went back in between your thighs, the overstimulation too much as you whimper loudly.

"Just a little longer, sweetheart," Wilson mumbles. And just as he says that, Zali unloads himself in you, hair framing his face as he panted.

However, you were still sucking Vanta's girth, his fingers tangled in your hair as you bob up and down. Vanta chuckles at the sight, admiring your pretty face going down on him like that. It gets him close to the edge, and he finally releases, a salty taste in your mouth. You swallow before he says anything, which makes him smile from ear-to-ear.

"Hey Wilson, you haven't gotten to be inside her yet, right?"

The hitman shakes his head.

"Wanna turn?"

You are definitely not going to be able to walk on your own for a while.

[justash02]

Womanizer; 07

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests! Text me! I’m nice:> THIS IS BEN, CLAIR AND ADAM BTW^^

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

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The night went on pretty smoothly, Bill stuck by Clair and my side for the night as did the rest of the boys.

Tom on the other hand was nowhere to be found, at one point I asked if he even came along and Bill thinks he might have just gone home.

Adam and Ben were also nowhere to be found but I really couldn't care less.

"Yeah do you remember when Tom was asked to be in the shot with Y/n and Adam just complete lost his shit?" Clair said laughing drunkenly hitting Gustavs arm.

"Babe he wasn't there." I laughed as she corrected herself by turned to the black haired boy.

"Yup, 'Can't believe that little shits gonna be with my Y/n!'." Bill mimicked, "Can't believe he gets to hit it before I do!" Clair said in the same tone.

I couldn't help but feel the alcohol hit as I started laughing uncontrollably, "No way he said that." I blurred out before throwing another shot back.

"Very close to it tho, homie wants to hit it." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "If he has feelings for me he can come to me and stop being such a bitch about it." I said.

"Who has feelings for you?" I heard a familiar voice say, my head shot to the side to see the boy that I was kissing so nicely a few weeks ago. Fuck he was looking so good.

"Hey Tom, we thought you left." Georg said as Tom plopped down on the couch. He put his hand over his crotch and leaned back into the couch. I couldn't help but let my eyes flicker over to the placement as I felt my thighs heat up.

"Nah, was getting sucked by some girl." He said carelessly, "Bitch kept biting my dick though." He said chuckling. Georg shook his head but still gave him a fist bump to feed Toms ego.

"Probably deserved it." I said boldly, Clair looked over at me with slightly widened eyes as she let out a giggle.

Tom looked over at me, he leaned closer and placed his hand on my thigh, he gently rubbed the skin before leaning closer to my ear, whispered; "I was imagining it was you"

Current state?; deceased.

Before I could say anything someone familiar approached the table, "Yo!" Ben yelled loudly over the music as he sat on the couch next to Georg.

"Where's Adam?" Clair asked taking a slip from her drink, I didn't fail to notice that Tom's hand was still on my thigh but now it didn't feel... sexual.

It feel more as a comfort.

"He said he was gonna go home with some girl." Ben said taking a slip from Clair's drink without even asking making Clair roll her eyes before snatching it back.

"Oh? Dry dick getting some pussy?" Tom said surprised making me hit his arm with my free hand, "What?" He asking with a smirk.

I just shook my head, laughing a bit. “Can we dip? I’m so tired.” Clair complained leaning against Bens shoulder. I nodded went to stand up, “Wait we can’t go.” Ben said quickly stopping us in our tracks.

“Adam has the car.” Tom groaned loudly behind us, “Such a dumbass that dude.”

“Can’t we call him?” Clair asked blurring out from the alcohol she has consumed till this point. “Nah we’ll be traumatized for life. I don’t wanna see our leader fucking some girl.” Ben said shaken his head violently.

“We can bring you guys home.” Tom suggested standing next to his twin now, “Yeah but Y/n and Adam share a room.” Clair pointed out.

“Why don’t you guys come to our house?” I looked over my two band members looking for their input, “I’m fine with it.” Ben said smiling at the others.

“Never would I have thought I would have a sleepover with Tokio Hotel.” I said chuckling grabbing my bag from the couch, “Lucky you.” Tom said winking at me.

I laughed waiting for the rest to grab their stuff and walked over to the cars Tokio Hotel bought with them.

And indeed Adam did take our car, “Why did you even give him your keys, Ben?” Ben shrugged his shoulders, “Like Tom said, his dry dick needs some pussy.” Tom give him a “bro” hug.

“I like this dude, he gets me.” I couldn’t help but grab onto Clair for support, “I think you drank too much babe.” She softly spoke, gently pushing some hair out of my face.

“You two look cute together.” I heard Bill say, “Do you go both ways Y/n?” I heard Georg ask me curiously as he opened the car door for us, “As long I fall in love with them, gender doesn’t matter anymore to.”

He nodded and went over to grab me from Clair but Tom quickly pushed him away from me, Tom’s hand quickly went over to my waist and slowly guided me in the car.

“Do you have some blankets in here tommy?” I asked wrapping my arms around myself trying to keep myself warm. He shook his head, he seemed to think for a second before throwing his jacket off and laid it over my shoulders.

“Is that better?” He asked grabbing the seatbelt in his hand, I nodded before grabbing the seatbelt from him, “I luckily can still do that.” He nodded, waiting for me to be done. As soon as I was he nodded his head once again before smiling at me. He walked over to the drivers side.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes.” Georg said as Tom and bill started driving in the other car.

And Georg wasn’t joking when he said we would be there soon, blame it on my drunken state but I definitely didn’t notice sitting in that car for more then a minute.

Bill and Tom both parked in their garage and helped us out, I stopped in my track making Tom look at me confused.

“Feels like we should at least tell him where we are…” Tom tilted his head before holding out his hand for my phone.

“Lemme text him.” Too tired to disagree with the boy, I handed my phone over to him and boldly put my arms around his waist making him smirk a bit, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders before tapping around on my phone.

After a few seconds the boy handed me my phone back to let me read what he said;

“Adam, we are at Tom’s if you need us.” I send send not really caring and looked up at Tom making him grin back a bit.

“Want to sleep in my bed?”

“Are you going to be in it?”

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[slippinninque]

✨A Different Perspective ✨

Fontaine x Reader

Warnings: cursing, reader has a bad friend, something a bit different from me lmao, reader's nickname is Lil'Bit, before-work-fic so might have some errors lol

Tatianna had him eating out the palm of her hand. She caught his eye wandering more than once, when she jammed to her favorite song or pulled down her dress from where it was riding up.

She laughed at what Big Moss had to say, putting herself close to Fontaine so they would brush against one another whenever the crowd surged. More than once she used his shoulders or forearm to steady herself, flashing him a grateful smile.

This close, Tatianna knew that he liked what he saw. Compared to some of the other girls he rocked with, none of them could compare. Not that Lil’Bit wasn’t cute, but what did Miss. New York say? Goregous devours cute.

Once the night was over, and once Tatianna went home with him—she will find a way to make it up to Lil’Bit before breaking up with her and the other girls.

She sighed as she recalled the last conversation she had with the others when they cornered her after seeing her with Fontaine.

“A dope boy and a lil’ librarian ain’t going to mix.” Tatianna said patiently, “I’m just helpin’ her out to see. Saving everyone’s time.”

"You’re embarrassing yourself"

“Listen, don't even trip over this. Tati, girl, just...chill and we won’t even tell Lil’Bit. Ain’t gonna matter anyway—you know that.”

"Whatever. Do what you want—don’t come lookin’ for us when yo’ raggedy ass needs a ride home.”

Tatianna put away her lip-gloss with a sigh, head shaking.

If they didn’t understand Tatianna’s reasoning, then it was more proof that it was time to move along anyway. They were too grown to keep quoting those little ‘girl codes’ at her. Tatianna didn’t have to follow any code that wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

Lil’Bit wasn’t woman enough to close the deal with ‘Taine but Tati was. No little ‘are-they-aren’t-they?’ was going to stop her.

Blowing a kiss to herself in the mirror, it was time to go out and finish out strong. She left the restroom and went back into the mix.

The stank glares and uppity side-eyes were well worth it. It was only confirmation that Tati was looking as good as she felt.

Tatianna could have the whole party if she wanted. Her body was banging and she could snatch a man with less than a sentence. Lil’Bit’s sugar sweet self was playing out of her league. It was a mercy to rip the band-aid off.

A quick scan of the crowd made her frown. Tatianna went further, scanning the bar and checking out the darkened corners. She gently batted away the homies who couldn’t hold to her and circled the function twice more.

Her mood soured as she realized Fontaine was no where to be found.

Narrowing her eyes at the duo across the room, Tatianna nearly stormed to them. The other half of this little-girl quartet that they’ve hung onto since college. Lina’s tall ass openly grinned with devilish red lips as Grace poorly hid hers into her cup, adorned nails clinking teasingly along the rim as she tried to ignore Tatianna.

She stepped in front of her and hissed, “What did ya’ll do?”

“I’d check your tone, we ain't been cool since we got out the restroom.” Grace pressed closer to her girl, echoing Lina’s mirthful expression, “We don’t know anyway.”

Tatianna sucked her teeth and looked expectantly at Lina who only shrugged, eyes going over her head and taking another sip. It did burn a little. Lina was often the neutral one that Tatianna could gain some understanding from—but of course it would be different now that it was about Lil' Miss. Perfect.

“So y'all ain’t say nothing to Fontaine?”

“What the fuck would I have to say to that man? I ain’t even know you were gonna be here, let alone him. I ain’t that nigga’s keeper…”

Tatianna flushed with building anger and her teeth gritted as she snapped at the bustling bartender for a drink. She could barely think straight so the matching, knowing grins between her acquaintances were lost to her.

There was one face that kept popping up, though. She refused to be bested…

“Is Lil’Bit here, then?”

“Haven’t seen her either.” Grace shrugged, “But if she was, you should already know what time it is.”

“I ain’t worried—you should know that.”

Lina finally cracked, laughing and shaking her head, “Imma tell you what, it’s crazy that ‘Bit’s been sparing yo’ ass for so long.”

“Sparing me? Girl, you’re outta your mind--!”

She was cut off by the bartender presenting her with her vodka, straight. Tatianna sighed. There was no reason for her to even argue. They would never be on her side, anyway.

Tatianna had to get what she wanted. If it meant a stealing away a few toys that weren’t hers, so be it. If it called for leaving out undesirables to achieve her aesthetic, so be it.

Fontaine was different, though. He was who Tatianna was meant for. What could he possible do with someone like Lil’Bit?

“Look at them gears turning in that head.”

Tatianna glared at Grace and was about to tell her where she could shove her drink when the flash of a familiar jacket caught her eye.

Her heard thudded as Fontaine’s eyes caught onto hers, his stride now purposeful as he came toward them. Had he seen her looking for him? Was he looking for her too.

Fontaine tossed something up in the air. It sailed over Tatianna’s head and Lina caught it with a surprised noise.

“ ‘Bit spilled a bit on her dress. ‘M gonna take her back real quick to change.”

Tatianna was stunned. She caught a glimpse of a familiar smiley-face key chain as Lina tucked Lil’Bit’s car keys into her jacket. Fontaine guesture to Tatianna drew her attention and she watched him began to back away.

“She said one of ya’ll gotta give ol’ girl a ride home.”

Tatianna bit the inside of her cheek, staring into Fontaine’s face despite his completely looking over her.

Ol'girl? He can't be fucking serious....

“Tell Big Bit we got it handled” Grace nodded with glee visible on her face, “Matter ‘fact, I’ll text her myself. Drive safe!”

“See ya’ll when you come back.” Lina sing-songed as she whipped her phone out.

Fontaine nodded and when he turned to leave, Tatianna blurted out, “Tell her I said...thank...you…”

He had walked off as soon her mouth opened and it was doubtful he even heard what she said over the music. Lina was bent at the waist, laughing her ass off while Grace looked at Tatianna as if to say there you have it!

Taking her drink, Tatianna turned and stalked away.

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Tatianna followed Fontaine out the function am but lost him soon after getting through the packed entrance.

There was an overflow of people who preferred the cool air to the stuffy vibes on the inside, but remained just as lively.

Her ears perked at the sound of Fontaine's voice among the crowd, your words lost to her as she crept around to the near deserted back parking lot. Tatianna peeked just enough around the brick to see Fontaine setting you up onto the trunk of his car.

You said something beneath the furious buzzing in her ears. Reaching out and scratching at Fontaine's chin while he kneaded your thighs in that plain-jane ass skirt you loved.

Fontaine grunted as he leaned closer, “Don’t mean shit to me—she don’t act like she’s yo’ friend…”

“It's my fault, she called dibs on you just after we met, I should have said something... "

Tatianna flushed cold. Fontaine’s mumble made you laugh, a breathless noise she never heard you make.

“I don’t give a fuck 'bout no dibs.” Fontaine was all growls now, pressing forward and then pressing a heated kiss to your lips. Your hands scrambled along the green of this Pontiac as you squeaked something out Tatianna, again, couldn’t understand.

“I know all I need to know 'bout that chick but back to you. Wearin’ this shit around me like you don’t know no better—keep them pretty eyes open while I'm talkin' to you...”

"I thought you liked my skirt? You sure a little librarian is enough for you?"

The mimic of Tatianna’s own words made her head spin. How long had you known? How long had Fontaine known?

Your laugh crinkled between a moan as Fontaine went to your neck, hands at your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Sure as fuck,” Fontaine snapped, “Aint little no fuckin' where, Big Bit. You're my woman. Say it.”

“But you said--

Tatianna flinched at how quick Fontaine took hold of your face. Where she would have probably started going off, you only grinned at him as if he finally gave up the candy you wanted.

“Don’t play with me, pretty. I’m tryin’ to be patient, you deserve patient. I ain’t gonna entertain that bold-ass lil’ friend of yours, though. This is the last week. Next Friday, everyone better know who you with. They better know ‘bout me.”

He then leaned in, latching back onto your neck and making you whine despite the blissed out smile on your face, “Okay, okay don’t eat me!”

“Say. It.”

He hadn’t let your face go and Tatianna turned away from your giggly echo. Shock numbing her as she recalled the last few weeks. Where had she gone wrong?

Tatianna pushed away the immediate thoughts of all the crushes and beaus she effortlessly swipped out from beneath you. Pretending that it only her duty as a friend to make sure your suitors were genuine, that she couldn't see the hurt in your face.

Tatianna stopped in the shadows of the entrance, ignoring the hopeful once overs being aimed her way. She couldn't bare to go back inside empty handed and one-upped but...she did need a ride.

Her eyes caught with an option who had some nice looking braids, but her heart wasn't in the wink she tossed him.

Maybe once she saw the bottom of her cup, then it would be easier to make a choice.

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You're The Only Girl for Me- Chapter 6

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Kayla Braxton stared at the latest update from an Instagram page called TheUsos_Source.  She honestly couldn’t believe what she was reading. Josh took Airielle on a date? Airielle had willingly gone out on a date with Josh after everything Kayla had told her? 

Kayla went to Airielle’s instagram and clicked on her story, immediately feeling sick once she saw the flowers Airielle had posted. So just fuck girl code right? Kayla gritted her teeth as she rolled her eyes and threw her phone down on the bed next to her.

December 11th 2020

AIRIELLE JONES

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Airielle was on cloud nine. It had been 18 days since her first kiss with Josh while they weren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet, they sure did act like it. No matter where they went, he always made sure to bring her flowers, whether they were going to the gym together or to the grocery store, he always bought flowers. She hung out with him at Trin and Jon’s house when they weren’t in Orlando for Smackdown- much to Yasmine’s dismay. He had wanted to spend Thanksgiving together but she declined. She was not ready to meet his family. She had thought that he was upset but he told her he understood and that she definitely had to come to Christmas dinner. 

Airielle groaned as she hit another dead end in the arena. The WWE had moved from the Amway center to Tropicana Field and Airielle was having a hard time finding her way, she kept getting turned around. Josh had asked her to meet him in catering for lunch but she was lost. She pulled out her phone to text him. He told her to send him her location and he would come find her. She huffed as she jumped up on one of the nearby equipment boxes and pulled out her phone so she could scroll on instagram. 

“Hi.” She jumped startled by the voice. “I aint mean to scare you.” He said smiling before holding out his hand to her. “I’m Raymond. I don’t think we’ve met.” When she didn’t shake his hand he added “I work in production, that’s probably why you never seen me before. I’m normally out in the truck.” Airielle nodded before grasping his hand and shaking it. 

“Airielle Jones.” 

“I know who you are. Talk of the town.” She frowned and arched her eyebrow at him. 

“Excuse me? He looked down at their still connected hands and grinned as she snatched her hand out of his. 

“Yo Rih, you good?” Airielle smiled over at Josh and hopped off the equipment box and walked over to him. Raymond noticed Josh’s hostile tone and raised his hands up defensively. 

“Relax, homie. I was just introducing myself.” Josh bit the inside of his cheek as he glared over at Raymond. He 100 percent didn’t like this man and Raymond knew that. Airielle glazed between the two of them before grabbing Josh’s hand, breaking their staring contest. 

“You good?” He asked again, his eyes softening once his gaze fell on her. 

“She good Uce, relax.” Josh glared back over at Raymond and sucked his teeth. 

“The fuck you still doin’ here?”  Raymond chuckled before, turning and walking away from them. When Josh turned his attention back to Airielle she was looking at him with a disappointed expression. “Sorry” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t like him, never did” 

Airielle rolled her eyes with a grin. “Come on,” She said, grabbing his hand again. She started to walk but then stopped and turned towards him. “I don’t know where I’m going.” He laughed before leading her towards catering. 

After eating lunch with Josh and Joe, Airielle decided to go to hair and make-up to get ready for Smackdown. She smiled at Kayla who was also getting her makeup done. The smile quickly vanished off of her face when Kayla glared back at her. Airielle knew that Kayla must’ve seen the instagram posts. But honestly, Airielle didn’t care, Josh and even Kayla herself had said that they weren’t dating, just fucking around, so technically Kayla had no reason to be upset with Airielle. 

The air was tense and Kayla’s muttering wasn’t making it any better. Airielle couldn’t hear her but with how Jenny- the hairstylist kept looking at her, Airielle knew Kayla was talking mad shit. Once Kayla had left the area, Jenny turned towards Airielle. 

“What the hell happened?” Airielle shook her head, not wanting to gossip. 

“I don’t know.” Jenny scoffed.

 “I mean, we all seen the instagram account. You do know Kayla and Jey were a thing before you got here?”  Airielle took a deep breath and closed her eyes, this Jenny chick was starting to get on her nerves. 

“They both said that it was just sex between them.” Airielle shrugged, she felt like she did nothing wrong by going out on a date with Josh. 

“And you don’t feel bad?” Jenny scoffed again and Airielle narrowed her eyes at her. 

“Leave the girl alone Jen, ” Laura, the make-up artist said and Airielle gave her a small smile thinking that the older woman was on her side. “She’s young and he probably tricked her.” Airielle abruptly stood up from the chair and walked off, officially done with those ladies and that conversation. 

“Fuck her” Yasmine spat over the Facetime call. “That bitch lucky I aint there.” Yasmine continued. Airielle sighed but said nothing. That interaction had rubbed her the wrong way and she needed someone to talk to. She wanted to talk to Josh but she knew that he was busy getting ready for the show and she didn’t want to burden him with unnecessary drama. 

“You can’t fight my coworkers.” Airielle said laughing lightly. “I mean should I feel bad?” Yasmine immediately shook her head. 

“No, and I mean it, don’t go back in there trying to be her friend Airielle. She’s weird as hell.” Airielle signed and tol Yasmine that she would call her back as she was driving back to Pensacola after the show. 

Walking back into the arena, Airielle felt like everyone was staring at her, it was weird she walked past a group of girls and they immediately stopped talking, letting Airielle know they were talking about her. Rolling her eyes she went about her business, getting her script for her segment with Kevin Owens, as she was walking towards the viewing area to watch the beginning of the show, Airielle literally bumped right into Kayla,  the latter of the two rolling her eyes and grunting in annoyance.  Airielle quickly apologized before trying to walk around her but Kayla moved in the same direction she did. 

“I trusted you.” Kayla said and Airielle furrowed her eyebrows together. 

“What?”  Kayla rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“You used me to get close to Jey, I told you how i felt about him and you just said fuck me.” Airielle scoffed.

“No, I did not use you to get close to Josh. I would never do anything like that Kayla. You said y’all weren’t together. Yes, I do feel bad but, things happen, we hung out and I really like him Kayla, I’m sorry.” Kayla huffed and narrowed her eyes at Airielle before shaking her head and walking away. 

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[roeroe-world]

her.

starring: ryan destiny as juno, method man as himself

set in the memorable summer of ‘95 in Atlanta.

warning: detailed smut warning , use of profanity and drugs, very long scene ahead

Sweat beads drips amongst his caramel coated skin as he tosses a close by dry towel on top of his slightly nappy braids. Exhaustion yet adrenaline pouring over his 6 foot 3 frame, returning backstage. Mef had just finished a show and more than ready to return to his hotel room, hearing the bed calling—screaming his name. Although the crowd still going wild knocked the calling out of the park by a long shot.

“Yo! We killed that shit!” His friend and fellow artist, Redman, shouts while breathing intensely before the two would dap one another up.

Not only did Mef perform but a few artists performed beside him as well. Wu-Tang Clan members joined to perform a couple tracks together. Redman wasn’t exactly scheduled to perform though Mef decided to bring him out anyway. As a result, the fans loved it.

Mef was sweating bullets, breathing as heavy as ever, and physically tired. He desired to give his fans a great show— no fuck ‘great’ — he wanted his set to be amazing. Mef crowd surfed, brought out his group members and Redman whom was making a ton of noise on the streets, gave the audience his 110 percent of energy… now he needed to chill.

“Tryna hit up a club?” Redman’s inquiry earns a chuckle from the rapper as he takes a hit of the blunt he’s passed. “Nigga, I ain’t tryna hit nothin’.” Seriousness within his raspy, deep tone while observing his crowded surroundings with a head shake. Backstage was heavily crowded tonight.

“Shit…” The fellow rapper kisses his teeth, the two walking alongside each other. “I don’t know ‘bout you but I’m definitely tryna hit something before I leave tomorrow morning. I saw some fly ass bitches in the crowd.” He caught himself staring at a plethora of women passing by. Atlanta was filled with beautiful women. Not only were they gorgeous but their bodies were out of this world.

Maybe it was the Southern meals. However, whatever, they were stacked. Ranging from big to small, nonetheless, the women were captivating.

The women flocked at Mef’s every direction. It was no secret that he’s a chick magnet. Women loved him and he loved them too. Though he’s surrounded by a fish of captivating beauties with perfect bodies. The only chick on his mind is his current on and off girlfriend, Tamika. No matter how many women threw themselves at him, she’s all he ever thinks about often.

His love life was no-one’s business so therefore he hardly ever spoke about her publicly. She isn’t involved in his lifestyle, doesn’t want a damn thing to do with it. Currently, they’re having issues and not exactly on speaking terms at the moment. But as far as he’s concerned that’s still his.

Self-medicating himself with drugs and alcohol kept him afloat as he did his shows, although it didn’t help much. He didn’t really want to express his girl problems to his homies because their issues were absolutely none of their business. But he knows bottling his emotions weren’t healthy.

Between the pressure of maintaining his booming rap career and remaining in a committed relationship, it was growing a bit overwhelming. He has a lot of pent up frustration built that he possesses no clue of what to do with it so until then… he would continue to self-medicate.

After turning down yet another girl, an unopened bottle of Cristal found its way into his masculine large right hand— the moment it’s open he engulfs the alcoholic beverage as he welcomed himself near a table which was seated backstage.

“Damn, you good?” A sultry feminine southern accent meets his eardrums though he continues to drink not ready to meet eyes with the random voice just yet. “The only time a person drinks like that is when they going through somethin’.”

Suddenly, he drops the bottle from his lips and averts his low gaze into the woman’s direction before being immediately taken off guard by her beauty; Her skin coated a beautiful clear shade of brown. Dark irises shaped like an almond, similar to a siren. Her round face fit her perfectly as well as the short pixie cut she’s sporting.

The woman’s lips began moving though he wasn’t exactly paying attention to what was exiting them. He just knew the pair appeared very plump and juicy, adorned by red lipstick with a little gloss coat. It wasn’t long before he snaps out of his daze, catching, “The name’s Juno. I noticed you over here by yourself and decided to bless you with my company.” Redman had left awhile ago to tend to his needs for the night.

She wasn’t nervous, afraid, nor inappropriate. Her almond shaped eyes peered into his as she spoke clear enough for him to hear.

Confidence. He loved that shit.

A friendly grin forms across his lips, sneaking a quick glance of her outfit. Which happened to be a lace choker surrounding her neck, a crop top showcasing her belly button ring, a pair of short denim shorts as well as a pair of Air Max ‘95’s. She had a few tattoos too.

“I’m straight. ‘Preciate you for your concern.” Not to be cocky but he didn’t really feel the need to introduce himself if she came out to his show.

“If you don’t mind me asking… how you get back here?”

Chuckling to herself, “Backstage pass.” She motions to the pass in her hand and he nods, lifting the bottle near his lips. This time his eyes closely but slowly eyeing her frame. He definitely liked what he saw. “I don’t mean to talk your ear off but I really enjoyed your show tonight. You did your thing especially with your album.”

“Preciate it, shorty. What’s your favorite joint on the album?” More than likely, he was expecting it be the All I Need Remix with Mary J. Blige. The track was a huge success.

“Tical. That’s my shit.” Genuine smiles etched across both of their lips, finding themselves staring at each other.

“You smoke?” His inquiry earns a playful scoff, giving him a look, “Nigga, I’m the blazing queen. I bet my rolling skills better than yours.”

“Yo, what? Hell nah…” Mef laughs aloud, “You know what? We just might have to see ‘cause that ain’t possible. What you finna get into?”

————

A limousine ride and several drinks later, the two arrived to the Four Seasons. Mef would be residing there for the night. Underneath his long eyelashes, his squinted dark irises analyzes the rolled blunt closely. As much as he wanted to find a flaw… he couldn’t. Damn. He thought to himself, slightly impressed.

“Shit, you cool with me.” He places the perfectly rolled blunt between his lips, throwing his hands up in defense. “Told you.” The woman sticks out her tongue teasingly, grabbing her lighter out of her purse and sparking up the blunt for him.

Juno watches as the smoke blows smoothly between his lips, his gaze low and slightly dead. The side of his canvas showcasing red lipstick stains due to her kissing on the cheek multiple times during the limo ride. She couldn’t help but to run her hair over his nappy cornrows, a slight grin etched upon her mouth as the smell of marijuana engulfed the spacious hotel room.

Her exposed left leg rests on top of his thigh while he caresses her soft skin gently. The pair sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the peacefulness of the atmosphere and one another’s company.

“You should let me rebraid your hair.”

“Unh, unh, I’m tender headed, shorty.” He passes the blunt to the young woman, eyeing her once more. “You can massage my head though.” Neither of the two broke eye contact as she took a hit, exhaling slowly, blowing out o’s.

“Which head?” She quizzes boldly and Mef immediately catches on to her sexual innuendo.

“Which ever you feel comfortable with.” Mef’s low intense gaze immediately makes her nervous so she glances away, very intoxicated though shocked herself that she’s in Method Man’s hotel room with Method Man.

Juno loved the fact that he didn’t push himself on her or made any sexual advances. She’d heard a lot of rumors about rappers but Mef doesn’t appear to be that way. He was chill, nonchalant, hilarious and quite charismatic. And to mention… very fine. She always believed he was handsome from the moment she laid eyes on him upon seeing a photograph of him in the Source Magazine.

His roughneck look fit him perfectly. Now that she’s up close and personal, she could definitely see why the women went crazy. He was a pretty boy with a raspy, deep New York accent that could make you melt.

The moment Juno breaks their eye contact to avert her gaze downward, he finds himself looking away as well. Silence falling between the pair. Tamika’s face racing through his brain yet again. It was an ongoing thing the entire night though he’s in the company of a striking beauty.

“You hungry?” Her inquiry began to remind him, he’s starving. Not only that but he had the munchies. Of course, he’s hungry. He hadn’t ate much after the show and that was hours ago. Now it’s peeking on two in the morning. “Yeah, room service doesn’t sound too bad, huh?”

“Yeah, no…” She stops him from reaching for the phone with a laugh. “I know a place way better.” His eyeballs fell upon her plump backside as she crawls across the bed, sitting on her knees while the satisfying sound of her mid-length French tip acrylics meets the dialing pad. Her vanilla scent danced in and out of his nostrils the entire night, though, he couldn’t lie; a woman with good hygiene turns him on.

Mef finds himself traveling from the edge of the bed to plop his head on a nearby pillow, continuing to smoke the blunt Juno rolled moments before. Feeling a dip on the bed as she places their order, she turns to see him lying on his back comfortably. More importantly, in the bed wearing shoes.

Raising a brow at the sight, the call ended and the young woman sends a light smack to his bottom leg. “Boy, if you don’t take them damn shoes off.” Laying closely beside his being, snatching the blunt from between his lips and planting between hers instead.

He kisses his teeth playfully, “This my fuckin’ bed but since you told me to take my shoes off, I will.” The rapper sits up to do as told. “Happy?”

“You had a show tonight too so don’t take this wrong… you should freshen up— I’m not saying that you stink ‘cause you don’t. I’m just saying.” She shrugs, blowing the smoke through her nostrils.

The slight annoyance of her demands quickly subsided due to her looks.

“Coming in my hotel room and telling me what to do… you lucky you fine.” He speaks truthfully with a head shake, heading for the bathroom for a much needed shower.

————

“Taste this.” She scoops a good amount of sweet potato pie onto the plastic spoon, bringing it to Mef’s lips. He hums as the sweetness enters his taste buds. “Good ain’t it?” A wide grin falls upon her captivating face as he sends her a nod as a response.

Awhile after Mef’s shower, their food arrived. It was a nearby Soul Food restaurant. The food was delicious and he couldn’t deny it. The next time he would come to the A, he would definitely be eating there again.

“I got a question.”

Putting their plastic containers to the side, she retorts, “Ask away.”

“You ain’t got a man?” A chuckle passes her lips at the question. “As good as you look I know some nigga wanna lock you down or got you locked down.”

His statement made her mentally scoff. “If a nigga had me locked down, I wouldn’t be in this hotel room with you.” Her love life isn’t a topic she’s too enthralled in discussing. She didn’t completely answer the question because she doesn’t feel obligated to.

“Word.” He nods.

“You got a girl?” Almost in an instant, he stops nodding but tries to play it off. Juno is really good at reading body language so she knew instantly. “You love her?” Mef doesn’t bother to meet eye contact, telling the young woman everything she needs to know.

Silence falls amongst the pair until the rapper breaks it, “…just some issues going on right now.” He doesn’t want to talk about it. Juno could hear it in his tone.

“We don’t gotta talk about it. I ain’t tryna pressure you.”

There was sudden mood shift. Both of them could feel it. Juno instantly regretted asking the question because it seemed as if he was still in his feelings over the woman.

“If that’s a dealbreaker for you then… you can leave if you want. I’ll be aight. I enjoyed your company.” With a sigh, he stands to his feet and prepares to walk off to another direction of the hotel room.

Silently, the young woman mentally contemplated whether to leave or not. He had a whole woman at home which whom he’s in love with. Sure, they were having their problems, but what relationship didn’t? She just knew that if she was in the other woman’s shoes, she would be crushed to find out her man is in a hotel room with an another woman being fed.

Though, if she would leave then Mef would still be upset, drinking away his sorrows like how she saw him prior. Deep inside, something made her want to help him feel better. She wasn’t sure how it felt to date him and doesn’t want to know. She couldn’t make him forget about her.

But just for the night, she wanted to make him feel something. She wanted to make him feel good.

She doesn’t owe his girlfriend or whatever she is to him any absolute loyalty. Juno had one of her man crushes in the same room as her so she’s going to take her chance.

Standing to her feet, Juno struts behind his chair, her hips swaying side to side seductively. Mef feels a presence behind him but stays put, thinking nothing of it. Her dainty hands meets the top of both of his shoulders, caressing the pair softly before sliding them along his clothed chest and between his legs.

His attire consisted of a plain baggy white beater and a pair of basketball shorts. Juno didn’t understand why he didn’t settle with the hotel bathrobe because it would’ve been easier access.

Removing her touch, her smooth glowing legs leads her in front of his frame. Mef’s legs were stretched wide, his arms resting on the arms of the chair while his low seductive gaze peered upward in her direction before traveling downward with her sudden movements. Juno was on her knees, pulling his shorts to his ankles to reveal what she’d been aching to lay eyes on for so long.

Mef remained silent, observing her actions closely. It was crystal clear what she wanted and he was going to give it to her.

It was exactly what she imagined. Long, thick, veiny, very well-endowed. He was ecstatic to see her just as much as she was. Without a hesitation, Juno devours him into her mouth and the minute she does, his head tosses backward with a low groan.

His groans would transition into small moans and the moans eventually grew louder. Juno was ravishing him like he was her last meal. Sucking, licking, finding herself kissing it as if it was a trophy. Her right hand wrapped around his phallus, stroking him to perfection. The other down her shorts, playing with herself.

The strapless crop top slid below her perky breasts, revealing the pair due to her hard work. Mef averts his attention onto the beauty giving him the best head he’s ever received. Though, he couldn’t help to notice a name tatted on her left breast that read ‘Dante’ in cursive. He ignores the observation and focuses on her Oscar-winning mouth instead. His hand found itself onto her head, not giving a single fuck about her hair or the fact that she has another man’s name tatted on her.

Her head bobbed up and down, creating beautiful music to their ears. Juno’s mouth reminded him of a vacuum, a beautiful and very skilled vacuum as she sucked like no tomorrow. This wasn’t her first time. She was much too skilled and he had no absolute complaints. He was in bliss. So deep in bliss that he grew close, an orgasm he isn’t ready for just yet. Too quick.

He found himself slightly trying to push her head back, lifting his waist off the chair a bit. She notices before saying, “Don’t run, papa.” Upon quickly going back to work, his toes began curling at the intense pleasure. A plethora of curse words exiting his mouth, “Fuck…”

Moments later after attempting to hold back, he finally let go while she sucked him dry, swallowing every drop. His body shook slightly, a low groan passing his throat. Pools of brown peering into one another’s as Juno took her time to undress, peeling off every piece of clothing one by one teasingly. Initially she was planning to leave after giving him the best head of his life but he was still up at attention, intensely staring in her direction hungrily. Apparently, there was still a job needed to be completed. Who was she to back out of a challenge?

Mef was growing impatient.

No longer seated in the chair, he towers the young woman before lifting her small frame into his arms by her legs while forcing himself inside. His lips crashing into hers. “Oh, fuck…” Her jaw drops at the sudden sensation of him inside her love. Not giving her much time to adjust. Her back was pressed against the wall as he sent the woman powerhouse strokes, arms pinned above her head. His hips circling round and round much to her pleasure.

Her constant wetness and tightness around his phallus kept his top row of pearly whites embedded into his bottom lip. Juno’s eyebrows furrowing together from the pleasure and the pain. The more he had his way with her, the louder she would become. The pair found themselves all over the room, making their mark as well as pushing a few things out of their path, items in which broke. They couldn’t care less about the complaints.

Bent over on the edge of the bed, Juno glances backward at the rapper behind her frame underneath her low gaze. Loud moans exiting her throat. “F-Fuck me like that..” Mef’s head was thrown back, gripping her waist while he gave her his all. He was fucking her so good that she was speechless and she’s usually vocal during sex.

“Mef, oh Mef, oh papa…” Her juices coating his phallus was a hell of a sight. He loved the fact that she was making such a mess because of him. He had her screaming, scratching his back, cursing him out, squirting everywhere, fucking up the sheets, legs wide open as if it wasn’t almost four o’clock. Mef had a flight in three hours yet that hadn’t seem to cross his mind.

Nothing seemed to cross his mind when he had a beautiful woman screaming his name and squeezing around him.

“What, baby?” He quizzes, dragging his tongue across his lips for the millionth time. “Fuck…” Mef couldn’t get over how incredibly wet she was. The sounds were driving him insane. “This pussy so fuckin’ wet for me, mama.” Sending a smack to her backside, she began to throw it back.

His mouth falls agape slightly as he watches her, “Juno, shit.” He couldn’t let her get the best of him again so he flips her over onto her back, pressing her wide legs upon her shoulders, pounding into the woman mercilessly. At this point, she was screaming to the top of her lungs. “Just like that, papa!” Her dainty manicured hands resting on the bottom of her thighs, no matter the pain, she loved it. Not once did she tap out nor push him back. She loved that rough shit.

Juno liked to be fucked like a slut and she was sure that Mef had a lot of pent up anger which she desired for him to take out on her.

Dark brown irises peering down in her direction and suddenly he decided to deepen his strokes before leaning in closer to her face. Both of them admiring one another’s canvas. Her top row of pearly whites embedded into her bottom lip, their eyes meeting instantly. They made a lot of eye contact during their activities but not like this… not in this position.

“You so fuckin’ beautiful, baby.” He compliments the young woman below his being before bringing their lips into a passionate union. “You so perfect.” His dick continuously jabbing at her spot and it wasn’t as rough anymore, it was long and passionate strokes.

Juno wanted to fuck. Not make love nor fall in love.

The dick already had her willing to die for it. The consistent compliments, the dirty talk, the choking, his skillful strokes. Mef knew exactly what he was doing in bed. They were going at it for sometime now and his energy amazed her.

The way he stared at her as if he wanted to do any and everything for her as if he actually loved her. But she knows he doesn’t. He’d only met her a few hours prior. She could never be the woman he was drowning himself in sorrows about. She could never be her. This feeling of his love is temporary. She knew she would never see him again after tonight.

The thought hurt.

Mef’s love brought her to tears, caressing his shoulders and beautiful face to pretend as if she was his girl. As if he was hers. He belonged to someone else. But for right now, Mef belonged to her and she was going to fuck him like no tomorrow.

Regaining her strength, Juno flips the two over to gain control. Bouncing on top of the rapper energetically earning a plethora of groans as he sends several smacks to her backside. Suddenly, his firm right hand grips her neck, thumb sliding between her lips and she sucks on it. “Tell me you love this dick.” He demands, scanning her bare frame and the sight of their bodies colliding together for the millionth time.

“I love this dick.” She does as demanded and though it was a demand, it was the absolute truth. His dick fit her perfectly. “Papa… are you gonna cum for me?” Sucking his thumb seductively, her hips moved in a circular motion, desiring to feel him breed her again. No, she isn’t having his baby. She didn’t want to have his baby. There was no absolute use of protection but she does happen to be on the pill.

Without another word, he nods, completely speechless. She was really putting it on him from her mouth to her everything. For her final move, she leans forward to plant a few sensual kisses along his neck before whispering, “Come inside your pussy,” into his ear. It drove him wild when she called her pussy his. Over the years, she learned that men loved that.

Mef began to fuck her back from underneath the woman, palming her plump backside as his orgasm approaches. His mouth slightly agape in amazement, watching her breasts bounce in his face.

The moment the tip of his dick started to jab at her spot, her orgasm was quickly approaching as well. “Fuck, papa, I’m gonna cum!” His thrusts grew rougher and moreover, the pair found themselves releasing in unison. Their eyes meeting while riding their high, mouths wide open.

For some reason, Mef made sure she felt every drop of his semen. She guessed that it was because he knows it intensifies her orgasms.

“Damn.” Breathing heavily, Mef eyes the woman hopping off of his frame as slow as she could due to her body being sore and slightly limping to the bathroom. A light proud smirk creeps amongst his lips, eyelids shutting to get some sleep.

Light footsteps meets his eardrums yet again so his low tired gaze falls upon a naked Juno whom is getting dressed to his dismay. He wasn’t ready for her to go.

“Leaving me already?”

A giggle passing her throat, she slides on her underwear then came her denim shorts. “You and I both know what this was, Mef.” Her statement results in the rapper’s head to tilt backward in offense, immediately getting out of bed to throw on a pair of the basketball shorts that was laying sloppily on the floor to make his way towards the woman.

“Yeah…” He began. “It was two people who got together and enjoyed each other’s company.”

“Don’t you got a flight to catch in like what two hours?” She found his reaction to her getting ready to leave quite comical. They didn’t really know one another from a can of paint.

“So. That don’t mean you gotta leave yet, shorty.”

Sighing heavily, a captivating smile gracing her lips, “It doesn’t. But after you leave… you have someone to go home to. Never take that for granted.” Sliding her crop top through her head and adjusting it onto her chest. “Not many people have that.” Soon came her socks and shoes.

Juno was unlike any other woman he’d been with sexually. Maybe he was blinded by lust or her looks or the fact that she’s the epitome of cool. He wanted to keep in contact with her, at least. He definitely wanted to link up again.

“Can I at least get your number?”

“Go home to your girlfriend, nigga.” She replies humorously, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. “I enjoyed you, Method Man.” Planting emphasis on his stage name, she pauses through the open door before waltzing in front of his tall frame. Her tattooed arms wrapping around his neck and he leans downward mindlessly, connecting their lips passionately.

One last taste.

Their tongues fight for dominance. Enjoying the taste of one another. Eventually, Mef wins. His hands falling just above her covered backside. Nibbling softly on her bottom lip as she pulls away, sliding her hand down his chest. His intense low gaze peering down at the young woman whom was admiring his half-naked silhouette.

His girl would be dumb to let him slip out of her hands.

Finally, she walks away and he watches her until she’s no longer in his peripheral. The moment she steps outside of the hotel room, her back presses against the wall before tossing her head backward in disbelief.

“Did I just do that?” She mouths to herself.

Moments after squealing softly to herself, Juno saunters for the elevator, feeling like a whole other woman.

[mischa-bachinski-unreal]

yo why does the rest of the choir keep sending me this flag 🏳️‍🌈 whenever i talk about hanging out with noel??? me and noel are just homies. we kiss sometimes but it's just a homie kiss not a love kiss

[ask-nischa]

mischa do u kiss the homies goodnight (by homies i mean noel)

yes. Every night yo 😊😊 Noel gets all red it’s very cute.

what.

red is truly your colour, poet. It suits you.

[heejayy]

💭 Mmm I’m feeling smut? 👀 Are you feeling smut? 😍 I’m feeling smut! How about foreplay headcanons with Sukuna, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, and Toji!

JJK || foreplay

Warning • smut! 18+, MDNI, dirty language

Genres • smut

Characters • Sukuna, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, and Toji x fem! Reader

a/n: I was really wylin when I wrote this…

Sukuna

you can’t tell me this man isn’t a sadist, he’s the worst out of all of them.

Sukuna loves teasing you

He likes see you whimper and squirm under his touch begging for him to fuck you.

He likes to see his calloused rough hands grip on your ass as you two made out.

He knows your weak spots!

Sukuna knows nibbling on your ear makes your back tingle cause you to arch.

“f-fuck Sukuna do that again” you whispered breathless.

He loved when you got so needy you’d start grinding on him, but he didn’t want you to get off just yet.

“You’re being needy, stop it” he sternly said giving your ass a rough slap.

He loved pinning you to the bed and sucking on your pretty tits too.

Nipple play was a must for you, and when he found the out he always had your boobs in his mouth.

Something about it just makes your toes curl.

Sukuna loves seeing your face contort with pleasure while rubbing your clit through your panties.

“Yeah baby girl you like that?”

YES! You fcking love it.

He doesn’t really try hard on dirty talk it just comes naturally.

“Behave gorgeous, and you’ll get what you want.”



Gojo

This man can barely hold out during foreplay.

But he does for you…and him too partially. He likes seeing the way your body reacts to even the slightest touch.

Gojo’s big on toys!

He keeps a little vibrator in his draw just for when you come over.

Likes teasing you with it. He’d ever so lightly rub it against your clothed clit.

Makes you go wild.

But don’t be fooled he gets a little needy too.

He’d want you to kiss all on his neck, sucking and leaving hickeys so he can admire them later.

Like when you stroke him through this boxers.

He’d be whimpering on the spot!

Gojo likes leaving hickeys too, LIKE A LOT.

All on your neck, on your breast and in between your thighs. (That includes bite marks)

Makes your kitty THROB!

Gojos loves caressing your body. Squeezing, rubbing, slapping you name it.

Your little moans drive him crazy and like I said he doesn’t last very long through foreplay.

so while he’s grabbing your ass and making out you grind against him, he could feel how wet you were through your panties leaving a wet stain on his boxers.

“That’s it, that’s enough of playing games.”

Panties? Ripped. Back? Broke

Nanami

Foreplay to big to you and Nanami. It makes having sex just 100x better.

Unlike Gojo, Nanami can hold out for a while he likes taking things slow.

He likes building up the sexual tension teasing you all day.

whispering dirty things in your ear through while you read or cook, or he leaves little dirty notes around the house for you to read.

“When I get home, I’m going to lick you from your toes all the way to that pretty little mouth of yours.”

And yes I feel like he likes feet shut up.

Nanami doesn’t play games though he tells you want he wants.

If you don’t listen he deprives you of something you want.

You try to be cute and not listen to him? guess what when you play stupid games you win stupid prizes.

“Oh you wanna be cute? Strip and lay across my lap, now...”

Spanking, he’s into it.

You kind of like it too that’s why you act bratty. It just something about seeing his hand print on your ass makes you mad horny.

Nanami also like strip teasing, like homie will really grab a chair and make you strip slowly for him with music in the back.

Stripping for Nanami makes you feel sexy and confident.

Even when his lustful gaze is making you a little weak in the knees.

Like to play games sometimes like strip games. Makes you guess what he’s going to do to you, you get it wrong one article of clothing gotta go.

He doesn’t do toys unless you ask he likes teasing you with his mouth and hands.

Makes it feel more intimate.

“Show me where you want my hands princess”

“You want my tongue here? Yeah?”

Toes are curled!

Geto

I don’t think he really likes foreplay much

He wants to get straight to fuckin…

Anyways! If he does it’s kind of simple

Light choking or teasing each other through your clothes.

When he does do foreplay he does he does it right!

Lowkey into bdsm so he likes tying you up like his pretty little present.

Like sucking and biting on you, Might even pinch your nipples.

Makes you spreads your legs and teases your bud.

He’s into temperature play

Hot oils massages!

“Mmm that feels nice babe”

He knows how to use his hands, very well might I add :)

Tries to be gentle but he can’t…he just likes to rough you up and you let him cause why not.

Likes rubbing ice cubes on your nipples to get you all riled up.

He’s into food play, maybe like whipped cream or some honey drizzled on you but not too much cause like I said he just ready to fuck

Toji

Toji a freaky one!

He’s going to be teasing you all day like nanami.

I’m talking about neck kisses, ass slapping, calling you his princess, whispering dirty things in your ear, making you wear a vibrator in public.

And finally when you reach the bedroom he’s still teasing

he makes you slowly strip for him and he does the same.

You’re just ready for him to man handle you but he’s stripping all slow 😒

Likes depriving you of what you want.

Want him to lick and suck on your breast? He’s not going to

Want him to kiss you all the way down to your kitty? Nope!

He does what he wants because your his little fck doll

His words not mine…

But he will call you his good girl if you listen to him but only when you admit your his little slut tho…

That’s when you you get want you want.

I also think he’s into toes too…like pretty painted ones. 🤷🏽‍♀️

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SoapGaz Headcanon

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Headcanons for some tired 141 Sergeants bc I'm abt to go snore mimimi myself. Enjoy

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The 141 had just gotten back from a very long and tiring mission, it was taking their all not to fall asleep in their seats as they flew back home. Even the ever stoic Lieutenant was starting to nodd off, doing that litte head falling forward slightly then startling upright again thing. Price was relaxed against his seat and had his hat pulled down into his face so one couldn't be sure if he was still awake or not. The two sergeants sat next to each other, opposite Price and Ghost. They were leaning against each other, trying to stay awake by talking about random stuff like weird posters they'd see in the building they'd just infiltrated. They were nearing "I'm pretty sure I'm so tired I can see the hat man" territory when the pilot finally announced that'd they were going to land in five. Price moved for the first time in 30 minutes and sat up straight again, while Ghost also snapped back into a more alert state (even though he still looked like death warmed over).

"Alright lads, we'll debrief tomorrow. We all need a fucking nap," Price said as he got up with the typical knee slap thing that old men (especially dads) liked to do.

Ghost followed after him like a lost puppy, seemingly still half asleep but knowing he could follow Price and end up in his own room for a well deserved nap. That left Soap and Gaz in the aircraft, both looking forward to nap time too but also dreading the walk to their rooms. Soap got his shit together first and got up and out of reflex put his hand on the back of Gaz' head to pull him forward a little so he could plant a smooch onto his forehead.

"Sleep well, wee yin." He murmured and turned to walk away, freezing after a step as he realized what he'd one.

Gaz was sitting there, absolutely flabbergasted. Not only had Soap kissed him on the forehead, he had also called him "little one", a term he knew meant that since he'd heard the man call his nieces and nephews that. Soap turned back Gaz and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Sorry about that, its a reflex. I always do that to my nieces and nephews when I'm home, guess I must be more tired than I thought if my brain thinks you qualify for that treatment." Soap explained, chuckling awkwardly.

"Its fine," Gaz said with a tired smile, getting up too and stepping up to Soap. "I liked it. You know what they say, you gotta kiss the homies good night."

"I'm not gonna kiss Price. Or Ghost for that matter. Pretty sure the mad lad would stab me if I tried." Soap grimaced.

"Oh? So you're saying I get special treatment? That's favoritism, Sergeant McTavish." Gaz hummed amusedly.

"So what? Yer gonna punish me for it, Sergeant Garrick?" Soap teased right back with a grin.

Gaz' eyes dropped to the scotsman's lips for a second, then back up to his eyes.

"No, but I think I'm going to return the favor." He almost purred, then leaned in and connected their lips in a short and sweet kiss. He had to chuckle at the noise of surprise that came from Soap and had a short moment of panic as the man seemed to freeze up, before his anxiety was washed away by the feeling of the other man's hands on his hips. They pulled back slowly, small smiles on both of their faces.

"That was unexpected, but very welcome." Soap whispered.

Gaz hummed in agreement, wrapping his arms around Soap's neck and leaning into him. They stayed that way for a few seconds, enjoying the closeness and comfort of the other.

"Alright, as much as I'd love to stay here and cuddle you all day - well, night, by now - but I think I'm about to fall asleep standing up. So, if you wanna keep cuddling me, we best get back to one of our rooms." Gaz said with a yawn.

"Inviting me back to your room already? Damn, buy me dinner first." Soap teased, receiving a weak slap to the shoulder for his joke.

"Oh shut up, you. That's not what I meant and you know it. Now, do you want cuddles or not?" Gaz huffed with a pout.

"How could I ever say no to that face?" Soap smiled and lead Gaz to his room by their entertwined hands for some well deserved rest and cuddles.

And if they stopped a few times along the way to trade a soft kiss or two, well, who was there to judge?

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A/N: Alright, that's it from me, Imma hit the sack (sadly no cuddles for me). Also, if anyone is wondering why Soap has 0 Scottish speech mannerisms, well, that's cuz I know jack shit abt the accent and I don't wanna fuck it up. That one nickname I used I had to google :'D so unless any of you wanna Scot-ify his speech for me, he shall remain unseasoned