#yes this is what I’m here for 🫶🏾

[holy-minseok]

⍟ Farmers Daughter ⍟ Take 2

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good girls finish last • e. jaeger

your best friend was always adamant that he’d have you and he follows through on it in a huge way.

word count: 2.3K

black fem!reader, heavy dom!eren (he’s yandere if you squint), PWOP, overstimulation, back licking, squirting, reader calls him daddy, calls reader princess, growling/marking, orgasm denial. he speaks German/Italian, many other themes I don’t feel like listing

in case you all were wondering what inspired this: enjoy! 🫶🏾

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“Mmmm!…please..”

“Shhh, keep your voice down, baby. I won’t say it again..”

the deep vibrato rang out in your ear in almost a growl like tone..his voice tantalizing and almost honey like as it deeper into your brain. He was trouble..that you had always known since the day you met him. Your best friend of several years, even when everyone else told you otherwise. However, that was of no consequence. Especially when you were certain that he was the only man for you. Someone who saw your flaws as perfections, who thought the world of you even when you seemed insignificant. It was more than what could be said of the man who had you before..hence why he was now there to pick up the pieces.

“..don’t talk, just breathe..that’s all you need to do right now. Just focus on my voice..” the command simultaneous with the sounds and sensation of his thick, warm fingertips fluidly moving in and out of your warmth. Your slick building up on the hilt of his knuckles as he flexed his wrist. His tattooed digits and arm were already decorated in the remnants of your previous orgasms and he was looking to add more to the collection. “I—I just..this isn’t right..we shouldn’t be doing this.” A statement only followed by that same maniacal laughter you had heard many times before and a soft clutch around your throat. “And why is that? Hmm..scared that he’s gonna walk in here? Good, let him see what a real man is supposed to do.” Even so, your chest couldn’t help but to heave with every delicate, calculated movement he made. Working your cunt over with the most intricate of strokes. He occasionally uses his free hand to squeeze your throat or grope your tits that were pulled from your tank top. That thong dangling at your ankles and your plaid skirt flipped up to expose your lower half..he was enjoying this! All of it far more than he should’ve but he couldn’t help himself, really. Eren had been in love with you since the two of you first became acquainted. Those beautiful lips, those thighs and pretty dark skin he found so perfect..the best part was? It was all his!…regardless of how many losers you allowed into your life. You were his lady, forever and always. And he’d make certain that everyone knew it. Removing that hand from your throat, he’d quickly replace it with a trail of gentle kisses. As well as the slight drudge of his teeth up the sensitive skin.

“Don’t you get it? We were always supposed to be together. Just me and you against the world, princess. That’s what you told me, right?” Your answer seemingly coming a moment too late for him, as he snatched your head around to meet his gaze. “Right?!” “Ah!—yes! Yes, daddy..” the name inciting more of a fire in him than before. Truth be told, he knew you liked it. You loved it, in fact. That much apparent by the subtle smirk on your face. “Look at you fucking smiling..admit it, mama. You never loved him. You were only pretending. You always were such a people pleaser..my good girl.” His voice dropped even lower as his fingers elevated to your g-spot once more. Pressing on the fleshy pad and making you writhe in his grasp. You were as good as stuck..you wouldn’t leave this spot. This bed where you and your ex had consummated your relationship several times. And not once did it ever bring you the thrill and rush that fucking Eren did. The way he spoke to you, held you close and made you feel as if he existed solely for you.

“But that’s why I’m here…you don’t have to appease anyone. You can be selfish with me, baby. Give in to what you really want…so tell me..what is that? Tell me what you want me to do…” all the while, his movements became sped up and you were clawing at his tattooed forearm; mere seconds from climaxing whilst he coaxed you through it. “C’mon, closed mouths don’t get fed, princess. Talk to me..” just as smooth as ever and devilish as well. He always had such a way with words and knew exactly how to articulate them to get his wishes. Maybe that’s why so many people despised the cocky brunette. Because he was the total package, head to toe. But an asshole to his core. Still, that didn’t mean shit to him..or you! Through your lens, he was picture perfect and nothing could change that. Working those digits in and out, you’d finally screech and yelp, unable to keep your voice lowered and in response, all he could do was laugh. Knowing that you were trying so hard to spare the feelings of someone you shouldn’t have. You’d quickly cup your hand over your mouth but to no avail.

“Aww, what’s the matter? Don’t want your ‘man’ to hear us? Hear me playing with this lil’ pussy? Afraid it might break his little heart? You’re so considerate..” sarcastically stroking the side of your face with a lilt in his tone. But there was simply no need for you to be so courteous. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. He’s with another bitch right now. Somewhere laid up with a girl who couldn’t even think of competing with you. So why hold back, baby? Why are you trying to fight what’s meant to be for his sake?”

in a moment of haste, Eren retracted his fingers and used them momentarily to pacify your cries. He’d work them in between your jaws and meanwhile, usher you onto all fours. Prompting you to arch your back. Just as quickly, he’d tug those sweatpants down and remove his shirt in the process. He could feel you teeming right on the edge of climatic bliss but he was selfish. He needed to reach that point with you…to feel every bit and part of you as you made it to that point. Once he freed his stiff cock from those boxers, he’d align himself with your slit and immediately begin slapping it against your folds. Leaning down, he’d lace your shoulder blades with those same markings on your neck; biting gently into your flesh like a predator claiming its sweet little prey. Grunting and moaning into your ear how gorgeous you were and how he couldn’t wait to beat your pussy up. You were so delicate, soft and pretty. But he couldn’t help but to defile you..to make you a product of his sick perversions. He’d dreamed of the nights that he could pound this little pussy into oblivion. Making you cream on his shaft until you left him an utter mess..going deep until he forced you to squirt all over him and then shortly after, breed you so that he was with you in more ways than one. Having vivid daydreams of your belly swollen with his kid..it was the ultimate sign of possession!

“Fuck me, Eren! I can’t take it…” “..now where’s those manners you love so much? Say please..” there was that slick mouth. You always loved it when you weren’t the one on the receiving end but seeing as you were about to combust, you were feeding into it. “Please, daddy. I need it so bad..need you to make me come, right now..”

grasping at the sheets beneath you, you’d feel a sharp sting when his palm collided with your asscheek before those same fingers laced your throat. Eren never did like being told what to do but for you?…he could possibly overlook it.

“Shhhh! pazienza, amore mio..” pushing a finger to your lips.

the switch in dialect sending a pang to your stomach. You were always so fond of the fact that he was trilingual, being the son of immigrants. He’d tested it out on you earlier in the night as his tongue drudged between your folds and lapped at your clit. He’d begin complimenting your flavor and scent in his native languages; letting the words ooze like honey.

“We’ll get there when I say so..” suddenly, you’d feel yourself become full as he impaled you on his cock. Shoving that girthy, long member into that swollen heat. It was no time before you acclimated, despite his massive size. It was almost as if you designed just for him. “Ahh…so fucking tight. Just like old times..when you’d sneak out of class or practice, just to come fuck me. Ooh..that pussy felt so good..” Referring to your high school days when you were just alike. Delinquents and deviants only caring about each other. Fast forward and you were trying to get your act together. In college, new job, and supposedly a new man. However, old habits die hard and he was a hell of a one to crack. “You used to be such a slut f’r me. Let’s see if you still have it in you..” mocking whilst he smacked your ass repeatedly, telling you to meet his thrusts. The collision of that plump backside driving him crazy, especially when you reached back voluntarily and spread yourself open; glancing back with a smirk on your face. “Mmm..like that?” “Fuuuck..yeah, there’s my nasty lil’ bitch. Here..open up.” In one fell swoop, Eren tugged your head back and your jaw would fall slack; opening your enough for him to fill it with spit which made you giggle in return.

“Mmm, thank you, daddy..” he couldn’t help but to twitch each time you uttered the moniker. It always did sound so much sexier when you said. “You’re so welcome, princess..thank you for being so patient. I know you wanna come so bad. I want you to..” as he persisted with his speech, his strokes became a bit more sped up. The sounds of clapping flesh growing louder as well as your moans.

“ ‘Rennn…oh my God..” “..that’s right, baby. Pray to me, worship this fucking dick like you used to.” Commanding that you take it. Tightening his grip on the back of your neck, he’d force (y/n) face down, flat on the mattress in a prone position. Now, he could go as fast as he pleased without you faltering. “I’m the only one that can make you feel this good. The fuck were you thinking give my pussy to these fuck ass little boys? Are you crazy?” Seemingly switching his demeanor midway. That side of him always did scare you. But he’d never even so much as entertain the thought of hurting his princess. The only pain he wanted to cause you was consensual and pleasure filled. The kind you’d beg for.

“Nnngh, I’m so sorry, daddy. I’m so fucking sorry..” your voice high pitched and wailing as he pounded you mercilessly. You couldn’t take another minute of this. Your bladder felt as if it were going up burst, your eyes rolling back and tears staining your cheek. But he was inconsolable, thinking about another man in this bed with you. Being inside of you without a clue of how to make you happy. That was his job and his alone.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…don’t cry. I’m not mad at you..I’m just so disappointed that you’d settle like this..” breaking into yet another chuckle whilst his strokes became sporadic. “Please!..I’m so close..” “I know, I know you are..” leaning down to mark your spine with kisses as he lifted you back up and to also rattle off in your ear. “..so let’s get you there, pretty girl..” just then, those strokes would reach maximum speed and you’d find yourself trying to brace but you were coming undone! You could barely keep a grasp on those sheets and he was drilling you like no one’s business. Tugging you back to his chest with that same grasp on your throat, Eren kept talking; coaching you through your orgasm. Telling you when you squeeze and hold your muscles. To not release until he gave you explicit permission. Meanwhile, he’d stroke your clit repeatedly until you were nearly convulsing, trying to hold back. You had always trusted him but this teasing was too much to bear. You had to let go right now! And luckily, he wouldn’t keep you waiting for much longer

“Come for me, princess! Come for me..squirt on my dick! Spritz auf meinen Schwanz..” repeating the phrase a couple times more with a heavy growl and with that accent peeking through, you’d fall apart right there in his grasp, releasing a puddle onto his cock and the linen. You were finished; completely spent and on the brink of collapse. But he was quick to hold you in place and steal one last peck from those pretty lips.

“I love you..I love you so fucking much..you hear me? Don’t you ever leave me again..” his voice faint through his seemingly overwhelming amounts of emotions. He was so happy that you were back where you belonged. In his arms, in his life. Maybe being a goody two shoes got you nowhere and you’d gotten your heart broken trying to do the right thing…

“I love you more, baby..I’m right here..”

and hell, maybe good girls did finish last but if this was what was waiting at the end of the line?

“I’ll never leave you again, Eren. I promise.”

you’d fall behind every time!

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[worldlxvlys]

ok hi hi hi i posted this but then i thought of dealer chris and came here but a smut w dealer chris based off the olivia rodrigo unreleased, i also realised as i was writing this that i can’t put vids here but it on my acc and i think if anyone can execute it well it’s you:))

prison for life

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: smut, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, implied violence, death threats, cursing

a/n: i’m sorry this literally took ages to get to, i honestly wasn’t really sure how to go about it

hopefully you like it 🫶🏾

based on this

for @bethsturn <333

chris and i had been laying on my bed peacefully when i got a call.

INCOMING CALL: JAKE

ACCEPT? DECLINE?

“fuck” i said as i read the name.

“what’s wrong?” chris asked.

“you remember jake?”

“yeah, the psycho that laced your weed? kinda hard to forget”

“he’s calling” i said as i flashed the phone in his direction. “i’m just gonna let it ring” i spoke as i placed it down in between the two of us.

we watched as it went to voicemail, and waited to listen to his message.

(1) MISSED CALL FROM: JAKE

VOICE MESSAGE 1:15

OPEN?

we played the voicemail on speaker, listening together.

“what the fuck is wrong with this dude” chris spoke, his brows furrowing.

“i don’t know but this dude is all bark and no bite, i doubt he’s gonna do anything”

“you sure, ma?”

“i’m positive, i’m more worried about the fine ass man in front of me” i smiled at him as i crawled closer to him.

“yeah?” he smirked.

“mmhmm” i said as he pulled me onto his lap.

“nobody fucks me like you, baby. nobody makes me feel the way you do” i whispered as i cupped his cheek.

“oh trust me, i know” he spoke before crashing his lips on mine.

my lack of pants, due to it just being us here, seemed to please chris as his hands kneaded my ass.

i pulled my lips from his, gently biting it, making him groan.

“chris, i need you” i spoke as i felt the wetness between my legs.

“you got it, princess” he spoke, flipping us over, putting himself on top.

my elbow landed on my phone screen, making me push it off of my bed and onto the carpeted floor.

i pulled my shirt off as he kicked off his pants, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers.

i reached forward, helping him pull his boxers off.

“ready?” he asked as he stroked himself a few times. i nodded my head in response.

he gently guided his dick into my entrance, pushing himself in.

my walls hugged and squeezed him, welcoming his veiny cock as he bottomed out.

“shit, chris. you’re so big” i moaned.

“look at that pretty, tight pussy. just for me” he groaned.

i nodded my head, silently giving him permission to move.

his thrusts started off slow and deep, and his hips started to move faster as he gained momentum.

“fuckkkk, chris! so, so good!” my moans started to increase in volume and my hands reached out for something to hold onto.

he swiftly moved his hands to mine, interlacing them as he continued to pound me into the bed.

“yes, yes, yes, chris! god, that feels so fucking good” i cried out.

his hips slowed slightly, just enough for me to notice, “you want me to stop?” he taunted me.

“no, no, no, don’t stop! please don’t- OH FUCK!” he suddenly moved faster than he had before.

his sharp thrusts pushed me farther and farther up the bed and my moans became wails.

he pushed my legs to my chest, hitting every sweet spot with the new angle.

“god, you take me so fucking well ma” he leaned down slighly, spitting onto my pussy.

he brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves feverishly.

“chris! chris! i’m cumming!” i yelled as i felt the coil in my stomach snap.

my body tensed as my orgasm crashed through me.

“so good for me, ma. fuck, gonna cum inside of that pretty little pussy” he moaned as he finished inside of me.

he thrusted a few more times, working us through our highs before gently pulling out.

we both took a few seconds to catch our breath, laying in silence.

i looked around confused as i heard a very low voice.

i moved to the edge of the bed, looking around when i realized where the sound was coming from.

i picked up my phone, which had been face down on the floor.

to my horror, i discovered that it was in a call with jake.

fuck.

i brought the phone to the middle of the bed and pressed the speaker button, immediately being met with strings of curses and yelling.

“- GONNA KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER. HE’S FUCKING MY GIRL. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? I CA-“ i quickly turned it off of speaker and muted the microphone.

i stared at chris with wide eyes, meeting his amused expression.

“how the fuck did i manage to butt-dial him?” i whisper-shouted to chris.

“i don’t know, but he doesn’t sound too happy”

i looked at him in disbelief.

“how long has he been listening?” chris asked.

i looked down at my phone, checking to see how long the call had been running.

30 minutes

“30 MINUTES? WHY THE HELL DIDN’T HE HANG UP?” i yelled.

“his weird ass was probably getting off to it or something”

i quickly unmuted the mic and turned the phone to speaker again, needing to put an end to this.

“JAKE” i yelled, shutting him up.

i’m a feminist obviously

but i wouldn’t really mind him saving me

“you.” he spoke with venom. “i’m going to fucking murder your ungrateful little bitch ass” i blinked at the phone in shock.

chris immediately spoke up, comfortingly rubbing my shoulder.

“hey, you’re done talking to her. if you have something to say, you can say it to me” he said.

and i know that i’m fine without a man

but i wouldn’t really mind his protection

“aw, how sweet. you gonna protect her? listen here, you little bitch. i have your address, sleep with one eye-“ chris cut him off.

“hey dickhead, i don’t know what about this you aren’t comprehending, but i’ll say it slower for you.” he slowed down his words, “do not talk to her, talk to me”

“i don’t appreciate being spoken to like a toddler or being cheated on. i-“ chris stopped him again, “listen man, you need to get professional help. she’s not with you, alright? you need to leave her the fuck alone”

there was a pause. “i’ll see you later, princess” jake spoke before hanging up.

i looked at chris with wide eyes, becoming nervous.

“hey, i got you ma. i’m not letting anything happen to you, you know that right?” he asked me, searching my eyes for any sign of doubt.

i nodded my head, “yeah, i just don’t want to feel unsafe in my own home”

i’m just being honest can’t change what i like

i’ll never forget it, he told me one night

he got up, starting to get dressed.

“chris? where are you going?”

“i’m gonna go find him”

“wait, what? chris, how could you possibly do that?”

“don’t worry about it, i’m gonna handle it alright?” he cupped my cheek, running his thumb along my cheek.

“chris” i whispered, becoming worried.

“hey, your safety is my top priority, ok? i’ll be fine ma”

“ok” i whispered, giving him a peck on the cheek.

with that, he left.

“if anybody hurts you..

a few hours had gone by without any word from chris.

upon hearing rapid knocking at my front door, i quickly got up to open it.

when i did, i was met with chris, covered in blood.

“chris? what the hell happened?” i asked, pulling him inside.

“i handled it.”

…i’m going to prison for life”

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yup, kinda ate that

dwb! chris masterlist

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- One Of Them -

Pairing: Sully Family x fem!human!reader || Kiri x twin!sister!reader

Request: [ @avatar4eva ] Hello, I was wondering if I could request a Sully Family x Kiri’s Human Twin Sister, where the reader is being raised by the scientists along with Spider. And as she gets older, she starts being jealous of Kiri because she has a family while she doesn’t. One day she overhears Neytiri talking to Jake about her saying that she rather the reader stays away from them while she hangs out with her sister and the Sully children. So, the reader gets upset and runs off into the forest and gets violently attacked by a thanator. The ending is to you if she lives or dies.🤭 Thank you for all the amazing work that you have made, much love to you🫶🏾🫶🏾

Synopsis: You were slightly envious of your sister Kiri because she had the life you wanted, a loving family. Neytiri was a mother figure to you but that all shattered when you heard the hateful things she said about you.

Content: Full angst, Hurt w/ no comfort, reader attacked by thanator (descriptive), mention of injuries/wounds, mention of blood, crying, emotional read

Author’s Note: thank you for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long to complete but it’s here! This is my first Sully Family work so I was excited to write it (especially since I like angst). I hope it meets your expectations and that you enjoy🩷!

Word Count: 1.7k

Glossary: Palulukan - Thanator || Yerik - Hexapede

Extra: Requests are open! Please read rules before requesting! || Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated🩷!

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Being raised by the scientists with Spider wasn’t your idle choice. It’s not that you didn’t like Spider, Norm, or Max because you do, but you wish you could’ve been raised with your sister and her family. Every time you see Kiri and her family bonding or doing normal domestic things, you feel a little envious because you wish you had a family like hers, just people who are blood relatives and look similar to you. Yes, Kiri is your blood sister, but she’s Na’vi, a hybrid. And some nights, you wished you would’ve been born a hybrid too so you could live out the luxuries she has.

You so love when Kiri and her siblings invite you and Spider to their marui to hang out with them. It’s always fun to be around them because in addition to Kiri, the rest of her siblings treat you as if you are their sister as well. They would look out for you, protect you if anyone ever tries to bully you, and most of all love you.

As of this moment you are frolicking in the forest, taking a break from being in the biolab all day. As you see the Sully family marui from a distance, you wonder if they’re home so you and the Sully kids could hang out. As you walk to the entrance, about to lift open the flap, you hear Neytiri raising her voice, which makes you retreat your hand and listen to what she is saying.

“I do not want that demon in my home, Jake. She is not one of us!” She hisses, her tail thrashing in the air as she tells Jake how she feels about your presence in her home.

“‘tiri, we can’t just not let her come over. She’s Kiri’s sister and the rest of the kids see her as one.”

“I do not care! She is not Na’vi, she is one of them.” As you listen to the rest of Neytiri’s rant, she talks about how much she dislikes you and that she feels like you could infect her children with your “demon ways”. Hearing her talk so poorly about you makes you feel like stones are sinking deep in your heart. Your head is spinning, filled with all Neytiri’s harsh words. Instead of walking in and telling her and Jake how you feel about what you just heard, you run into the forest at full speed with tears freely flowing down your cheeks.

You run, and run, and run. The forest is never ending, you always find a different path to turn to. You just can’t have any idea that this path would cause you a worse traumatic experience than what you just heard. As you run, the sound of bushes being shaken echoes in the forest. You turn your head and within a split second, your life flashes before your eyes. An angry Palulukan jumps out of its hiding place and pounces on your small, frail body.

You scream and cry out in pain as it attacks you, praying to Eywa that someone hears your loud piercing cry or your screams of pure terror. The Palulukan digs its claws in your skin, scratching every place they have access to, all but the one action that makes your body shut down completely.

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As Neytiri walks through the forest, bow in hand trying to find a Yerik to cook her family for dinner, she sees droplets of blood along the grass. She tracks the trail, the blood splatters grow larger which makes her think it’s just a random animal that got dragged along the ground once it was killed, but that idea was busted once she saw your lifeless looking body sprawled across the forest floor.

“Y/N!” She immediately drops her bow and runs over to you. When she lays your body in her lap, she watches your chest slowly rise, indicating the flicker of life you still got, but your shallow breathing worries her. Your body is covered in numerous wounds and you are losing ample amounts of blood by every passing second. She frantically picks you up and runs into the village to get you some help.

“Jake! Ma’Jake!” Neytiri knows Jake is somewhere in the village because today is the day he usually does his rounds to make sure everything is running smoothly. When he finally hears her, he runs up with a worried expression, which turns to terror upon seeing your current state.

“What the hell happened?!”

“I found her like this in the forest. It looks like she got attacked by an animal.”

“We need to get her to the lab now! If she doesn’t get there soon she will die!” Jake scoops you out of Neytiri’s arms and runs you to the bio lab, hoping that Norm and Max would be able to save you.

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When Jake brought you to the lab, the scientists immediately went to work, doing everything they could to keep you in the land of the living. They rushed you into surgery and it took hours, they didn’t know if you were going to survive due to all the blood you lost and how severe your injuries were, but by the grace of Eywa, you pulled through.

When the Sully Family hear the news that you are going to be okay, a sense of relief and joy washes over them. When it is okay for you to have visitors, all of them swarm by your bedside.

“Sister, I’m so glad you’re okay.” Kiri is so happy that Eywa spared your life, she didn’t know what she would do without you. The rest of the Sully kids and even Jake shows how much they missed you and that they are glad you made it through. Your body is still pretty banged up. Lots of bruises and gashes, but they’ll heal eventually, which you were happy about because you don’t want to be bed-ridden for too long.

You talk to them for almost two hours, laughing and talking about fun memories you’ve all had together. As you laugh at something Lo’ak said, the door to your room opens. When you see Neytiri walk inside, your whole demeanor changes. No more laughs or smiles, just Neytiri words playing over and over in your head about how much of a nuisance you are.

Neytiri comes by your bed, asking you how you feel, but you don’t respond. Instead you look in the opposite direction, not wanting to look at her pretend she cares about you. As everyone watches the interaction between you and Neytiri they get confused as to why you are acting cold towards her because you’ve always been happy to see and talk to Neytiri.

“y/n, I just wanted to see if you were okay.” She genuinely wants to know how you are doing because seeing how brutally injured you were made a feeling of concern rise within her.

You scoff at her words and roll your eyes. You don't want to hear anything she has to say and her talking to you as if she never called you a demon makes you upset. “Neytiri, I don’t want you here.” Before Neytiri can respond, you add another sentence to your previous statement. “I heard everything you said today. If you feel so strongly about me, I don’t want you standing here as if you care for me.” Neytiri and Jake's eyes widen as they realize you heard their conversation.

Neytiri feels her heart drop to the pit of her stomach knowing that you heard her harsh words. It took this experience to happen and for her to see how much the rest of her family loves you to try and come around to the idea of you being around them, but now it’s too late. The seed of her hatred has already been planted.

“y/n, I did not mean-”

“Stop, Neytiri, okay?! Just stop! You meant everything you said. Saying that I’m a demon, that I could infect your children with my wicked ways, not one thing you said about me was good.” When the kids hear that, you can hear gasps from around the room. They didn’t know their mother said those things or felt that way about you.

“You know Neytiri, I’ve looked up to you for years. I saw you as a mother figure, so to hear you talk so poorly of me hurts to the core. The hurt I feel can’t be fixed and you’re the one who inflicted it upon me. I couldn’t believe you would say those things about me, sometimes I thought you saw me as a daughter like how you see Kiri but I was wrong.” Whenever Neytiri had duties within the village or doing an activity at home like weaving, cooking, or cleaning, you were right by her side watching her as if she was the most perfect woman on Pandora. Neytiri gave you a sense of motherly nurturing that you couldn’t get from the scientists which made you glued to her.

Neytiri never knew you felt this way and she didn’t know the impact she had on your life until now. As you talk, your tone is cold and sharp, your words twisting knives into her heart. She wishes she could take back each word she said about you, but that’s not the way things work. The words were already out in the atmosphere and have resonated with you.

The whole room is silent. There are so many things said and everyone is trying to get a grasp of the situation. Neytiri tells you that she is sorry and that she finally sees you for who you are: a sweet soul who is a part of their family, but you don’t want to hear that, at least not now. A few days ago, if you would’ve heard that, you would’ve been ecstatic, but now her words mean nothing.

“Leave. I don’t want to see you anymore.” You turn your back to Neytiri and close your eyes, not wanting to cry in front of her and show how much emotional pain you are in from her words.

Neytiri is going to say something, but Jake comes behind her and places his hand on her shoulder, telling her that you need space.

When she looks at her children, each one of them gives her mean glares, highly upset about how she treated you. Neytiri sighs before leaving the room and walking back to her marui. And as she walks back, she prays that you and her children would forgive her, but only Eywa knows if your forgiveness should be given.

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NONSENSE | LN4 x Black! Reader

PART 1

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✧ Paring: Lando Norris x Streamer black!reader

✧ Face claim: Mainly aaanokk

✧ Warning: none... I think 🤔.

✧ Summary: In which reader is obnoxiously head over heels for a "fruity" man that wears orange.

✧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own nor know these people personally. I also do not claim this to be an accurate depiction of their character. 🥰

✧ A/N: I haven’t been on twitter in a WHILE so I’m really pulling these usernames out of my a*s 😭.

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"Hi.", you said shily. "I’m sorry if I came off too strong…"  "No worries!" He said with a chuckle. "I found it quite funny to be honest." "Hmm." You whispered looking away. "No! Really!" He laughed. "It was a good distraction from the shit season I’ve been having." You didn’t do too bad at Silverstone and Hungaroring. No?  "Yeah, but I don’t want to get too excited over 2 Good races. Spa was shit. Zandvort was also shit-" "I think p7 under these conditions is pretty good!" You said, interrupting him. You didn't know much about the sport yet but you had seen a lot of people saying that all over social media and you agreed! "Oh!" He said, giving you a surprised but amused look. "Didn’t you were that into F1." "I mean, I kinda have to if I’m into you. Don’t need people dragging me on social media because I think you’re cute but I don’t know what DRS means." "Do you?" He asked raising his eyebrow. Now... You in fact did not know what it meant, like okay Drag Reduction System but like, what does that even MEAN? Instead of replying you just glared at him, causing him to burst out laughing. He was about to say something but was cut off by someone in the background. He nodded at whatever the person was saying before setting his eyes back on you. "I have to go but I’ll text you to set up for our date." He said smiling at you. You smiled back, nodding, before registering what he had just said- "Date-?" "Bye!" "BYE?!" You screeched. This was all going so fast! He laughed and hung up.

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y_username I might try my hand out at sports gaming, what do y'all think?

pokemanelol OMG YES PLEAAASE

y_username If pookie says so than I shall 😌

ybfusername When is this nonsense going to END???

y_username NEVER!!!! fan1 please bring her to her senses!!

fan2 How much longer will we have to tolerate this Y/N??

y_username You guys are nicer on twitter :(

f1wags @ landonorris liked by y_username

fan3 all that for a fruity looking man 😭

y_username I- I gagged!! Fruity??? 😭 fan3 Did I lie? y_username 😶 fan4 Man ??

Part 2

Hope you enjoyed it 🥹🫶🏾

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Hiiii ,I love your work ,I always catch myself giggling 🤭. Anyways I have a request of miles morales or Hobie brown there reactions of you getting your dream job or getting into college something like that.(you don’t have to if you don’t want of course) Thanksssssss.🫶🏾

TYSM LOVELY! And I will gladly do this with both of them!! This is so cute omg 🫶

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO YOU GETTING INTO YOUR DREAM COLLEGE — ★

with Miles Morales and Hobie Brown :)

MILES would be there holding your hand while you open the email.

›› Truthfully you think he’s more nervous than you. Like the boy is practically sweating and he’s holding your hand so tight you think it might break.

›› When you get accepted he immediately tackles you in a hug and is kissing all over your pretty face. Telling you how proud he is of you and that he’s so excited for you!

›› After, he’ll probably take you out out to a nice dinner! And the next day you best believe he’s bragging to Gwen, Peter, Pav, and Hobie that you got in. BLURB! ★ You’re sitting on your boyfriend, Miles, bed with your laptop on your thighs. With a shaky hand you guide your mouse to the email app and see you got an email from your dream college. “It’s okay, mi amor. Check it!” Miles exclaims while putting his chin on your shoulder. You squeeze his sweaty hand and take a deep breath, “Here goes nothing.” You hover the mouse over it but don’t click on it. Seeing your hesitation Miles kisses your cheek, “Do you want me to read it for you?” He asks sweetly and you nod eagerly. “Yes please.” He chuckles and gives you a kiss to your shoulder while you click on the email. You quickly close your eyes while Miles reads it. “Holy shit!” “what what what?!” “You did it! I’m so proud of you!” He quickly kisses you and you pull away to read the email for yourself. After reading it you ingulf him in a hug and he stands up, taking you with him while the laptop falls to the floor. He twirls you both around while you’re both excitedly squealing. Once he puts you down to stand on the ground he kisses you again, but for longer this time. “I knew you could do it!” ——

HOBIE would be giving you a little pep talk. How it’s okay if you don’t get in and how you’re the smartest person he’s ever met.

›› he would hate for a dumb email to make you upset. He reassures you the whole time. I think he’d also read the email for you, since he notices how panicked you are.

›› “it’s okay, doll. just breathe, yeah?” ›› once you both find out you got accepted I think he would give you a big kiss. You’re there crying (happily) and he’s just holding you while swaying you back and forth with a huge smile on his face. He knew you could do it! :)

BLURB! ★

You’re sitting at your desk, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to arrive as you tap your fingernails nervously on the sides of your chair. “You ready?” Hobie asks as he enters your bedroom. “I’m ready,” you nod at him as you open your laptop shakily. Hobie takes note of this and closes the laptop. “What’d you do that for?” You ask with your eyebrows furrowed as you watch Hobie shake his head. He kneels down next to you and puts a hand on your thigh to comfort you. “Before we read this I want you to take a deep breath, aight? You look like you’re bout to pass out.” You nod and take a deep breath with him. “Good. Secondly I want you to know no matter what this email says, you’re smart. You’re intelligent and I don’ want you thinking otherwise just cause some machine tells you, you can’t be in some fancy college. You deserve to be there just like anyone else. You’ve worked so fucking hard.” You laugh at how thick his accent gets when hes serious as you hug him. “Thank you, Hobs,” you say softly. You were about to cry and you haven’t even read the letter yet. “Don’t mention it. Now,” he says opening your laptop back up, “Let’s see what this thing says.” You nod and quickly open it and look at the email, clicking on it. He reads it first (by your request) and stands up quickly shaking your shoulders. “You fucking did it!” You stand up quickly and hug your boyfriend. You both stay there for a few moments as you cry into his chest while he rubs your back and sways you both back and fourth. “I’m so proud of you, babe.”

this was so fun to write! And I’m now going to sleep I just wanted to finish this first 😭

[tyxoxo]

ohhh in that case, can i request poly relationship with jeno and jaemin + double penetration? and maybe both of them being really touchy with each other

warnings: fruity nomin, dp, anal, rimming, oral (f&m receiving), pussy slapping, fingering, degrading, butt plugs

a/n: this is vastly different from what i envisioned in my head, which isn’t a bad thing. i just had 2 different versions sitting in my docs, contemplating on which one to follow through with. and i decided to go out of my comfort zone and choose the one with a lil’ crack. hope you enjoy!! 

@n0hyuck bless u boo! 🫶🏾

Jeno and Jaemin couldn’t hide the shock on their faces, in fact, they were flabbergasted.

You had just suggested to try out their most sought out fantasy, without even knowing.

“Wait, are you serious?” Jeno eyed your lips, making sure he read them right. Meanwhile, Jaemin began to salivate, knowing he heard you right. 

“Yeah! I mean… I know how much you love anal, and I know how much you love creampies, so why not?” 

You pointed with your head as the three of you sat along the love seat, labeling Jeno for the former and Jaemin for the latter. 

“Okay but babe, you do realize that’s a tight fit, especially for two holes?!” Jaemin held up the number 2 sign in front of his face, being careful to not drop his bowl of ice cream that he purposefully let melt before taking a spoonful.

“I knowww, but…I wanna try. I don’t care if I have to tap out or take breaks. As long as I try, i’m happy. Wouldn’t you be too?” 

You turned your head back and forth rather violently, searching their expressions for any sort of giving. Praying that they would atleast try this with you. 

Something told you in the pit of your stomach that they were only acting surprised for the sake of not blowing their devious cover. There were too many times to count that you suggested trying something new and hearing a flurry of questions about “where this came about?” Only to discover later that they were waiting on you to make the first move. 

None of this meant they weren’t experimental. It just meant that they were verifying that you were sure you wanted to take both of their huge cocks at the same time…or indulge in any other wild fantasy that crossed your mind.

Jeno paused upon taking his third bite of his ice cream, lips barely touching the cold, metal utensil. You kept your eyes trained on your pup boyfriend, watching as he leaned forward to look past you and at the bunny that was to your left.

“Are we deciding or are we just gonna sit here and stuff our faces full of ice cream?”

You broke the silence, head falling backwards in an annoyed sigh. Maybe this is where they drew the line. But based on the amount of times you all spooned together, sweat slicked bodies kissing sloppily on your shared bed, 

how was this any different, besides the addition of some double penetration.

“We’ll do it.” Jaemin made the final call, holding in a smug grin as he slurped his Neapolitan ice cream straight from the bowl.

“What! Really?!” You jumped in your seat, causing Jeno to clutch his bowl for dear life, in fear of spilling his dairy treat.

“Yes, now go get yourself ready. You’ll need all the preparation you can get.” Jeno’s tone had turned serious, reminding you that this wouldn’t be a walk in the park.

You hurriedly rose from the couch, grabbing your long finished bowl of ice cream to put in the kitchen sink.

“Okay!! Give me twenty!!” You yelled, the last bit of your sentence turning into a yelp upon Jeno giving a harsh slap to your ass as you skipped off to the kitchen.

The rush of adrenaline would only grow bigger the more you prepared. And hopefully it would be enough to drown out your embarrassment if this ended up being a massive fail. 

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As soon as you closed the door to your shared bedroom, you darted towards the chest that was always kept underneath the bed. In it, was an assortment of toys, collars, and most pertinent to tonight’s events, butt plugs.

Over the months of making things official with this “whole throuple thing”, it only took a few weeks to train yourself up to the various sizes of plugs. Even with three inches in diameter being the largest, it was nowhere near the girth of your partners, not by a long shot. And trying to find anything larger proved futile, even with the help of Jeno’s advanced internet surfing skills.

You rummaged through the box, eventually grabbing the glimmering metal toy. All five of them adorned a heart shape at the base, with rose gold being the unanimous color of choice for every single one. 

You tugged along your bottom lip, heart dropping into your stomach at the realization that this was really happening; that they would stuff both your holes full tonight. 

With a firm grip on the toy, you powerwalked out of the room to the bathroom, beginning your prep that had no guarantee of being 100% advantageous, but the least you could do was keep the positivity alive,

for your asshole’s sake.  

By the time you finished, it was well past twenty minutes. But it was worth it. You did all of the proper washing, and freshening up, in addition to welcoming the toy inside your puckering hole. 

You hoped that Jeno or Jaemin didn’t hear you gasp from the pressure as you inserted it slowly. But considering the Shonen anime blasting from the living room tv, you were drowned out accordingly. 

With a brief, mental pep talk, you stood up quickly to force yourself through the initial discomfort. Staring at your now-naked figure in the mirror helped the tightness subside, albeit at a snail’s pace. 

The amount of times you jogged through the house at times like these were too many to recall, but it was all part of your jittery excitement. Jaemin was the first to notice you frolic back to the bedroom with your clothes in hand, slamming the bedroom door to get their attention.

He nudged Jeno square in the oblique, dragging his boyfriend’s attention from yet another anime opening. 

“She is something else…” Jaemin chuckled with a shake of his head, even rubbing his eyes to accentuate his amusement.

“Well I hope she’s ready. It’s been well over twenty minutes and i’m catching blue balls just sitting here…” Jeno palmed himself, veins tensing along the hand that he used to pat down his obvious boner.

He sounded annoyed, but all in good fun, or atleast Jaemin hoped so. Because otherwise, he would split you in half if another minute passed. 

“I think she’s good now. Let’s go check.”

Jaemin grabbed the remote, turning off the tv while Jeno headed down the hall to the bedroom. The bunny followed close behind, eyes lowering to view his pups tiny waist that flashed through his oversized tank top.

Upon opening the door, their mouths almost dropped. You were already getting to work, legs butterflied out on the king sized mattress: one hand rubbing along your clit and the other tugging at your raised nipple with every subtle roll of your hips. 

Jeno and Jaemin always took a moment to bless their investment in a huge mattress, allowing all sorts of fun to be had without the worry of tumbling overboard.

You felt the bed dip from both of their weights combined, smiling with your eyes closed to let your wild imagination run free. Just like you guessed, it seemed that Jeno was the one to your left, attacking your chest with open-mouthed kisses and fiery touches. You could tell just by the coarseness of his fingertips, roughed up from hours of practicing guitar. 

Your back arched into his suckling lips, and even further into Jaemin’s touch as he cupped your cheek, turning you slightly towards him for a searing kiss.

You could still taste the remnants of his ice cream, which was surprising considering the time had passed. But based on his love for the dessert, there was no doubt he went for back seconds in that timeframe.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling cooled off from the iciness of his tongue. 

Electric shocks surged from your tummy, all the way down to your core as you felt their hands interlock and make the journey together. 

You let their fingers replace yours, raising and swinging your arms back behind their heads to guide them towards your lips. 

What followed left you speechless, too breathless to even keep up with their tongues that explored every inch of your mouth. With more than just two people, lip smacking filled the room, maximizing the filth that you loved and craved so much…

The way their combined fingers worked your pussy caused you to pull back for air, chest rising and falling in copious amounts. But you were finally able to see your two treasures, multi-tasking while they devoured each other's mouths. 

Saliva began to pool along the corners, spilling past their jawlines and ending up in droplets on your ribs.

Your head fell back, but not without a whine that rang up to the ceiling above. 

It was all considered a dream, to be able to witness moments like these. And for them to be so in tune with each other, practically rubbing your clit in the same speed and intensity was enough to make your juices flow onto the sheets below. 

Jeno was the one to break the kiss, leaning forward to get a full view of your drenched hole clenching around air, begging to be filled with anything that offered a release.

His clothed cock was poking against your thigh as he lay there watching you wiggle under their united touches; his second head overly eager to move things along. Jeno always had the least amount of patience out of the three, but he could hold out on his aching cock to watch as he buried his fingers deep into your pussy.

He raised his head back up towards you this time, eyes scanning the way you tugged at your bottom lip, the way your eyes screamed “fill me up, please.”

As he descended his tongue to yours, you felt his middle and ring fingers push past your lips, easily sliding inside your wet hole at first. He swallowed the moans that fell from your mouth, tongues darting out consistently to wrap around each other. 

Jaemin sucked along your neck, setting as many lovebites as he could while rubbing your clit in circles. 

“How does it feel Nono?” Jaemin hummed behind your right ear, kissing anywhere that hadn’t had proper attention.

“Bitch can barely take my fingers.” 

Jeno growled into your mouth as he struggled to bury his digits to the knuckle, not even caring if his words weren’t coherent enough for Jaemin to hear through his lustful kisses. 

“Let me feel…” The bunny propositioned, wanting to see just how tight you really were. 

Jeno obliged, switching places so smoothly, like they had done this exact scenario before. 

Jaemin accompanied you now, sliding in slower than Jeno but with just as much enthusiasm. 

“You’re so tight love, and we haven’t even seen your pretty little ass. Are you sure you can take us both?” Jaemin cooed against the curve of your armpit, finding more places to plant tender kisses.

You knew all too well that Jaemin wanted his teasing to get to your head; to happily ruin your decorum in exchange for a cum slut that kept begging for more. 

“I c-can, I can do it.” Your voice barely came out in a sigh against Jeno’s tongue, feeling your orgasm creeping closer in the depths of your walls.

With the onslaught of pleasure, you felt yourself crumbling between your two treasures. They both quickened their pace, Jeno even slapping your clit in unpredictable bouts of energy.

“Prove it.”  Jeno spoke through the harsh slaps, the height of his hand getting higher and higher as you responded to the addictive sting. 

They both carried you to your release, with Jaemin adorning a cheeky grin to complement his almighty foreplay. Jeno was already at work undressing himself, keeping his eyes on your climax in the process; not wanting to lose sight of what he considered lewd art.

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” Jaemin brought his drenched fingers up from your core, letting all three of you admire the way his digits shined under the dim light. 

Jeno was naked by the time he saw Jaemin play with your juices; his own essence shining along the tip of his cock. 

You had just started to come down from your high, breath being swept away yet again upon seeing Jaemin scissor his fingers in midair. Your juices spread like delicious sap, clinging to the webs of his fingers with every alternating motion. 

No other words were spoken as Jeno grasped Jaemin’s wrist, bringing his boyfriend’s glistening fingers up to his drooling tongue. 

There’s no way you could’ve prepared yourself for that—witnessing Jeno suck Jaemin’s fingers clean like it was tonic. Staring at you with hooded eyes, with a look of pure ecstasy.  

The subtle pop as he finished was the last you could recall before a flurry of motions swirled past your body. Jeno managed to flip you onto your stomach within seconds, rushing to get behind you so he could see if your training paid off.

You automatically perked your ass in the air, settling with a downward dog while you waited for Jaemin to undress. 

Jeno’s tip kept leaking, like a steady heartbeat now that he saw your butt plug. You’ve worn them before, but it was as if he relived the very first time he ever saw you with it—the rose gold metal and how it sat so perfectly inside you. 

absolutely mesmerizing…like it was made for you. 

Jeno fell to his knees, hands immediately coming up to knead the soft flesh of your ass. You wiggled your hips in response, along with a subtle whimper from his intense massage. The way you shook it effortlessly, would forever be burned in his mind.

And the way the heart shape sat so snug between your cheeks made him release a guttural growl from deep within.

“So fucking perfect…” He whispered with two matching slaps to your skin, adding another for good measure. 

You yelped each time, and a third was yet to be heard as Jaemin was already poking his tip at your mouth. 

You were in your own world, for once; somehow missing the fact Jaemin stripped himself naked and positioned himself in front of you. 

“How does it look back there?” Jaemin inquired: already knowing the answer. But hearing it would make up for what he missed.

“Fucking incredible.” 

Jaemin chuckled upon hearing the expression, always amused by Jeno’s laconic personality. He peered back down to your fragile form, swiping his tip along your lips to get a reaction. 

“C’mon, open up.” 

It was hard to do as your energizer bunny said, especially when Jeno was pushing your butt plug in and out and at an achingly slow rate. You were sure it was to see how your tight hole contracted at the sudden emptiness, just calling out to be stuffed again.   

By the time Jeno sat there probing you at a faster pace, you finally welcomed Jaemin into your mouth. 

It was the perfect setup: you throating Jaemin like it was your last night on earth, and Jeno swiping the flat of his tongue from your clit up to your plug, like the savage tease he was. 

Each time you moaned on Jaemin’s cock, he thrusted faster, loving your hums of pleasure that surged around every inch. 

“I love when you moan on my cock—feels so good.”  

His hands explored wherever he could touch, but he found it his favorite to pet the top of your head, admiring your willingness to be facefucked like a whore.

You fought through the jabs against your uvula, trying to keep your eyes staring up at your boyfriend. But the feeling of the plug leaving you for the last time caused that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach to grow. Jeno’s tongue darted inside your puckering hole, switching the direction of his wet muscle to swirl in circles.

If you managed to cum from just rimming alone, they would never live it down. Maybe even brag to their friends that their cumslut of a girlfriend loved her ass being eaten from behind—an unhealthy amount. 

Jaemin was beginning to feel the same high as you, and telling by the lack of rhythm behind his thrusts, he was undeniably close. 

His grunts had turned to moans, and a thin sheet of sweat coated his abs like polished gold.

“Jen…please. I need to fuck her, now.”

Usually Jaemin kept his composure, but the need to fill your pussy crept closer to the devil on his shoulder. There was just something about a creampie that he adored so much.

Jeno ignored him, not intentionally. 

But he had managed to fight through the tightness in his balls to tongue fuck you…so why stop now? 

Jaemin took it upon himself to prop your head up with a single finger, giving you a look that you knew all too well. 

Snap Jeno out of his drunken daze.

You backed your mouth off of Jaemin’s length, crying out to Jeno like you had lost your owner.

“Jeno! Please! Fuck me…fuck my ass please!” 

Your desperation proved successful, causing him to undergo the transformation that would potentially leave you cock drunk for the rest of your life.

Jeno rose to his feet, choosing to keep the position that would allow him to indulge in your backside as much as he wanted.

Meanwhile, Jaemin laid down on his back, shimmying down until he was eye-level with your breasts. 

Based on the fluidity in their movements, there was no way they didn’t have this sitting in the back of their minds for months.

You stayed still through it all, knowing they would guide you like they always did, regardless of their so-called naïveté. 

“Spread those legs for me…” Jeno spoke from behind, caressing the back of your thighs as a cue for you to adjust.

Upon his command, you had switched from downward dog to a more simplistic doggy, allowing Jaemin to rest his legs in between yours and hang off the edge of the bed. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Jaemin looked up past your chest, hands squeezing your hips in case of your need for ressaurance.

“Im read-oh fuck!” 

Jaemin was the first to enter, to your surprise. You were always caught off guard by his girth, but knowing another stretch was coming, caused your entire body to shake as his groin met yours in a single stroke.

To finally have something, anything inside you after all this time, made you feel as if you were floating, ascending to absolute nirvana.

Jaemin smiled at his own stunt, pride blooming at how delicate you were. His grin continued to spread wider as you struggled to hover your upper half above his own, eventually burying your face into the covers for mental support. You gripped the sheets on both sides of his head, not realizing you could’ve confided in him—rather suffocated him with your breasts squished against his face.

You felt so full. 

Jeno was not far behind, first wanting to savor how you reacted to Jaemin’s cock. He knew he would achieve the same results; being just as thick, if not thicker than Jaemin.  

“Can’t wait to claim this ass again. All mine.”

His last words still couldn’t have prepared you for this. You jerked forward from the initial burn as he started out slow; but just like you predicted, no amount of training could’ve prepared you for the unique contour of his cock. 

For your sake, Jaemin stayed still inside you to the hilt, allowing Jeno to inch further and further inside. 

Jeno felt resistance barely a quarter of the way in, much to his liking. He hissed as he came to a stop, knowing it would take a while before you could adjust. 

All you could do was breathe through the initial discomfort, knowing the pleasure would come eventually. 

“You’re doing great baby, take your time.” Jaemin leaned his head over to the side to touch yours as he continued his praises, affectionate touches aiding in your journey towards an accomplished trial. One that you managed to propose all by yourself.  

Jeno was sure he would get yelled at now, as he began to bottom out despite your initial struggle. But somehow, the pain was subsiding quicker than both of you thought. 

Your hole accommodated every ridge, every vein, and before you knew it, Jeno had already exited out; only to piston inside you with a powerful grunt.

“Fuckkk. So tight, mmh, can barely move…” 

Jeno’s unhinged vocabulary paired well with his harsh slaps to your ass, occasionally adding a death grip to the flesh of your flushed skin.

“Taking both of us so well…” 

The stark contrast in Jaemin’s tone and choice of words offered the right amount of balance, causing you to finally set a rhythm for them to follow.

You produced as much strength as you could, managing to suck Jeno further inside each time your cunt met the base of Jaemin’s cock. They returned the same amount of energy, tugging on your skin with each connection that drew you closer to your release.

The sounds of skin slapping from not only two but three bodies filled the room, and soon enough, bed creaking followed.

“Don’t slow down, please don’t stop.” 

Jaemin was the one begging now, wanting to chase the satisfaction that almost made him feel unworthy of receiving it. 

You were unreal.

Jeno and Jaemin felt beyond lucky to have found someone like you. A total freak that wasn’t afraid to ruin their image if it meant you could get whatever you wanted. And here you were, with two boys that went absolutely feral over you; all the more welcomed to be wrapped around your finger. 

“Its t-too much! I’m so close!” 

You finally formed the words that had been hidden behind moans the minute you felt your stomach tie itself in knots. 

They too felt their respective releases, bound to erupt if you kept up with the pace that you did. Just the mere sight of your thighs quivering, breasts bouncing, and ass jiggling was enough to make that familiar band snap between all three of you.

“I can feel it, goddamn. Keep squeezing, just like that.” 

You cried out into the sex-filled air as a whirlwind of euphoria washed over you like a hurricane, collapsing onto Jaemin yet again as you felt white heat shoot inside you from both ends.

Jeno mustered a few more snaps with his hips before you clenched down so hard that his thrusts came to a freezing halt, jaw hanging slack at your ability to get him stuck.

Jaemin shoved himself upwards, tip practically hitting your womb as his cum jetted out in thick spurts. 

Your entire body convulsed for what felt like the lapse of a moon, but you wouldn’t trade the response for the world. 

The only comprehensible thing now, was getting out of this position without making too much of a mess. But you could always leave it up to them to do your bidding. 

Nothing that a bit of cum play wouldn’t fix.

The three of you eventually steadied your breathing within minutes. And you tried to suppress a giggle as you watched Jaemin splay his arms outwards in a surrender, him even matching your cheeky grin. 

When you looked back, Jeno seemed to be looking for hints of a round two, still eyeing your backside as if he didn’t just fill you to the brim with a shotglass worth of cum.

“Oh my god. You are exhausting!” 

You yelled back at him, rolling your eyes at his unbelievable stamina.

He took it upon himself to give a dumbfounded look, refusing to believe that cleanup and bedtime was in order.

“Whatever…” 

He got back at your scolding by exiting you without warning, to which you whined not only from his lack of subtlety but from the slap to your ass cheek that he gave as a parting gift.

Jaemin followed suit but with way less savagery. You purposely gave him a loud peck on the lips before he slid from underneath you; hoping Jeno heard it. And before you could prepare for the wave of cum that would flow from your holes, he jumped on the bed, lips showing an obvious pout.

You remained in all fours as you shook your head in disbelief, deciding to give him a kiss for his great work. 

To say your guts were rearranged, was an understatement. 

[mrsspringerslover]

Shit talker

Summary I’m which todo catches you talking ‘bout him to your friends, telling them lies so he plots against you.

Warning: Todo being mean to reader, rough sex, hair pulling, Mean!but dumb! Reader, selfish!todo, dumbifacation, writer DOES NOT know how to spell, broken bed, strong!todo, mentions of yuji

It was a Saturday and you were bored and there was nothing to do, and you didn’t want to go outside because it was way to fucking hot. Nun of your friends had anything good to do so you were on the phone with them, “gurl it ain’t nun to do! And todo working out as if he ain’t baking in that hot funky ass gym.” You complained, “gurl why don’t you just go get ice cream with him! Sum of us wish we had a man.” Maki rolls her eyes and the other girls agree.

“Gurl you saying that as if you weren’t fucking that 30 year old man last week!” This gurl is so dramatic I swear, “ I hate to say this but when todo is working out and training his trainee’s he acts like there bitches!” Before your friend could say something you heard the front door slam. That’s when you knew you fucked up. “Y’all I think todo heard me” “ girl no he didn’t you just hearing stuff” you weren’t just hearing stuff. A front door doesn’t just open and close its self, “anyways gurls I gotta go bye” you hung up before they could even finish.

You walked into the kitchen because you heard clanking of metal, but when you turned around you didn’t see any body there but you turned the corner to go back and your room your neck got snatched up. “AHHHH! Nigga don’t scare me like that! Why is you playing, bitch!” Now this was out of reflex you didn’t mean to call him a bitch, “wanna repeat that pretty?”

“A-ahhhh! Pa I’m sorry p-pleaseee!” This was the fifth round and your legs were shaking and he was still going, “ Nah I thought I was a bitch, crazy girl.” So he had heard you conversation and I didn’t help the fact that you called him a bitch for scaring you. “D-Didn’t mean it! Slow down daddy!” Now you were trying to run? He wasn’t having nun of that. He grabbed both your hands and pushed them down your back while holding you hips. “You like when this “bitch” fuck the shit out of you huh pretty?” “Yes daddy mhmm!” As he kept his steady pace deep inside of you, you arch raised a bit. “ fix yo arch for I pop you!” Even tho he said that he had already pop the fuck out of your ass, “c-cum! Imgonnacumimgonnacum! Can I please cum daddy!?” “ go ahead but don’t ever let me here that shit your mouth! Ya heard?” Finally you were almost free! “ I said do you here me lil girl?” “ yes daddy I promise!” You said ass you released. You felt you body collapse, and your vision was blurred going in and out. Todo walked out of the room and came back with cold water and a hot rag and whipped you down slowly with gentle pressure. “ I’m sorry daddy didn’t mean to hurt your feelings…” “ ‘so kay pretty but don’t let me hear that shit again, now lay yo ass down before I give you some thing to cry about, again.”

AYYEEE @dilfl0v3rss READ THIS AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK THIS SHIT IS NOT PROOF READ THO🌚🫶🏾😩

Damn that shit was a roller coaster ian never wrote like this before

[ppawmpkin]

Physical Love Letter

Shuri x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Sexual Content

Translation: okuswiti kwam, my sweet

Tell me how it never felt like this

“Shuri.” You breathed, drinking in the woman whose fingers worked blissful wonders between your thighs. She trailed gentle kisses down the crevice of your neck, each sending small tingles through your stomach. It was indescribable, the pleasurable sensation that flooded through you at her actions, with every motion of those swift fingers of hers. You had never felt so much passion, so much intention behind someone’s actions. She enjoyed making you feel weightless, coaxing that euphoric feeling within you that only she could make you feel.

She peered up at you, basking in the way the morning sun highlighted your indulgence of her actions. She adored you like this, although she would never let herself succumb to that fact, she did. The way you responded to her, the sinful sounds that escaped from your lips and that glistening cunt of yours, it all fueled her passion to carry on with you.

She wanted to fully claim you, make you feel so good that the fact would be engraved within your mind for centuries and as unforgettable as she truly was, it probably would be. She handled you as delicate as a flower, yet, somehow beneath lay so much dominance and chastisement within every caress, every kiss, every pump of her fingers. It would be impossible for this to leave your memory, she was giving you something you had craved for what felt like a lifetime.

“Just like that, hm?” She said, curling her fingers slightly as she moved them more slowly, hitting a spot that sent waves of intense pleasure through you. “Yes.” You dragged, a string of curses exiting your lips as she worked. You could feel her moving downward, her free hand separating your thighs even further, spreading you fully. She went lower, intense eyes never leaving you until she was met with your dipping entrance in front of her view.

She could stare at it all day, glistening with that sweetness if yours, pulsing with the absence of her slim fingers. “I’ve thought about doing this all day, my love.” She said, right before licking a stripe up your entrance. You gasped, chasing behind your own breath, your hands grasping at the silky bedding underneath you.

“So good.” You praised, intertwining your fingers in her black coils, tugging on them softly while you coed her name. “That’s it, baby. Let me know how I’m making you feel.” She said, placing your legs over her shoulders, cinnamon colored thighs resting right on her back as she devoured you endlessly, drowning herself in you fully. “You’re making me feel s-so.” You trailed, feeling the tightening of your stomach. It left you speechless, your words being taken by the building of pure bliss within you.

She could sense your closeness, you were gliding right along the edge of ecstasy and soon she would provide you that feeling in full. “Can you cum for me, okuswiti kwam?” She mumbled, enjoying the feeling of your pulsing around her tongue. Soon, she felt the trail of your juices down her mouth, a dragged moan coming from your lips as you came. She took every inch of your honey substance, savoring your taste as the creamy liquid trailed down her throat.

The silence that filled the room was comfortable, filled with a serenity that was unexplained to you both. You laid under her and under the blanket of the sun, staring into the infinities of her eyes. You said nothing and yet she could hear a million words.

She couldn’t get enough and you, you were the same. You loved her and she surely loved you.

A/N: Y’all I haven’t posted in what felt like a good minute so here is one that I’ve been working on for so long due to procrastination. 😭 I hope y’all like it as much as I did when writing it, I try to add a little bit of “umph” within my stories now. Also I might have some more coming out today, one about Riri and another one about Shuri. 💗🫶🏾 Love y’all.

Taglist: @fentibeauty @fetchyourlife @shurinfatuated @demxnicprxncess @shuris-whore @shuri-my-love @shawtuzi @axailslink @vargskelegore @verachii (lemme know if you wanna be removed or added) ✨💕

[words-4u]

true connection - n.'p'.t

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x fem!reader

wc: 1k

a/n: (can you tell i’m on a top gun high rn?) this wasn't requested i just really think monica barbaro is hot and needs more love on this app 🫶🏾

top gun: maverick masterlist

call sign = haven

"just go talk to her already!" your best friend whispered in your ear. "it's getting pathetic, y/n/n."

you smacked rooster's chest and felt his abs clench at the contact. he was right though, the situation was getting pathetic. a few days ago the best pilots topgun has ever seen were called back for a mission that hasn't been disclosed yet. among the graduates called back were hangman, coyote, bob, payback, fanboy and of course your phoenix.

you've harboured a crush on pheonix since flight school and rooster was the only one who knew mostly cause he was always around to catch you staring and it looks like nothing has changed. here you were all back at the hard deck, you and rooster handing out the bar while you observed the rest of the group playing pool.

"you say that like it's easy! i barely spoke to her outside of the classes we shared. i don't even know where to begin now," you slumped your head on one hand while the other toyed with the straw in your drink.

"ask her what her favourite plane is or her favourite colour, i don't know but you better come up with something quick because she's making her way over here," rooster took his drink and quickly walked off.

"wha–" you watched your best friend (former now for pulling a fast one like this) join the others. he gave you a thumbs up before settling into a conversation with payback.

"hey pen, can i get a rum and coke," phoenix ordered taking the seat rooster recently occupied. "and another one of whatever she was having."

"oh no i-i was just leaving actually," you didn't want to lie to her but you just weren't ready for rejection not tonight (or any night really).

"c'mon just stay for one drink, pleeeaase." she begged pouting.

"you're making it extremely hard to say 'no' to that face."

"then don't say 'no'," she said pushing the freshly made drink into your hands.

you smiled in defeat and held your glass up to cheers hers before taking a big gulp.

"so haven, i have a question to ask," she said toying with the lime on the side of her drink. a telltale sign that she's nervous but what the hell could she be nervous about?

"i may be able to answer it but i make no guarantees," you replied.

she smirked at your answer. "okay, smartass. in all seriousness though, you haven’t come up to me at all tonight. why is that?“

you froze for a few seconds trying to understand what she was asking. was she really waiting all night for you talk to her?

"uh... i didn't know you wanted me to."

"of course i wanted you to," she quickly replied. sitting on her stool, her whole body was now facing you. "i was hoping that after a couple years of not seeing each other, i don't know…you'd be excited to see me. i know i was when i saw you walking in with rooster. god, hangman and coyote would not stop making kissy noises at me."

"i am excited!" you jumped spilling your drink in the process. "shit,"

you reached across the counter to grab a bunch of napkins before the realization hit you. "wait, did you say that hangman and coyote were making kissy noises at you? why on earth would–"

phoenix raised an eyebrow at you.

"natasha..."

"y/n..."

"do you like me? cause i'm gonna need to hear you say it out loud for me to actually believe it."

she tilted her head back in laughter. "yes, y/n. i like you. i have for a while."

"what?" phoenix aka the girl you were crushing on for years has liked you back this whole time. damn, you were slow. "i've liked you for a while."

"i know. well, i had an inkling but i didn't want to ruin the dynamic between us. we made such good partners in class,” she bumped her shoulder against yours.

"we did, didn't we? i just didn't think you were into girls or me for that matter so i didn't really do anything about it."

"well, can i tell you a secret?" phoenix asked leaning in. you could feel her hot breath on your ear, fanning down your neck. "i am so into you.”

once you turned around, you were face to face with her, your lips just inches away from each other. phoenix started to lean in but slowly giving you time to back out if you wanted but there was no way that was happening. you've waited what felt like a lifetime for this moment.

when your lips finally connected, the flutter you've had for years around her intensified. you could only focus on phoenix's hand now cupping your cheek as she held your face close to hers. her lips were soft just like you had imagined and as the seconds passed, you could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter.

cheers and eruptions broke out from behind you as you hid your face in natasha's neck.

"that's my girl getting her girl," rooster clapped.

"here's your stupid $20," hangman handed fanboy a crumpled bill.

"thank you very much," fanboy said smoothing it out and placing it in his pocket.

"you guys bet on us?" phoenix yelled over the music. she wasn’t mad though because honestly there was absolutely nothing that could ruin this moment for her.

"yeah, i bet on you guys because i know a true connection when i see it. it was hangman who bet against you," fanboy pointed at hangman like he was in grade school tattling to a teacher.

"true connection, eh?" pheonix turned back, smirking at you. "i don't about you but i feel like i need to test it out a little more."

"oh do you?"

"yeah," she said lifting your chin closer to her face. "i think i do."

before you could say anything else, she closed the gap leaving you breathless once more. kissing phoenix was not what you thought would happen walking into the hard deck tonight but it's all you ever want to be doing and then some leaving the bar.

[seulszn]

Imma say this again and for the last final time. Everything I said was my opinion and my own beliefs on certain things and wasn't suppose to be taken to heart. But since people are here trying to argue my opinion down and are anonymously sending me shit over a literal opinion I have an opinion that literally 100+ people agree makes me believe that y'all don't respect people when they say they don't like something that makes them uncomfortable. These are pictures, not real characters you need to realize that the people who are saying these things are and for you to only care about your fake girlfriend fucking you or care only about yourself is stupid. I don’t care about what you didn’t like about what I said. I was for a moment but then I was like “why should I change my standpoint because these horny no loving bitches can’t grip the face of reality. And yes I am religious I’m just not a Christian and even when I was I knew not to look at a church in a sexual way. Y’all do know public sex is illegal right? Y’all gonna put y’all self into jail over something like this but who gives a fuck I don’t y’all do whatever the fuck you want. But like I said again it was my OPINION and my BELIEF. The same way I can’t change your opinion is the same reason you can’t change mine but I still take into consideration when things make people uncomfortable and try to side with them on why and learn to not do that thing around that person. Y’all on the other hand don’t.

And about my username and the Bella Ramsey thing from what I seen since I follow them that they supported Palestine cause they would post about it and ask people to donate to Palestine. I didn’t know about them liking Israel post and if I did a while ago I would have been and done something. I am in the process off revamping my account anyways so deleting and I guess coming up with a new username will probably be the thing I do.

And for the final time it is my opinion and you ain’t finna change my opinion just because your mad 🫶🏾

[chrollohearttags]

This is for when you come back. I believe you've shared this guy before, but to me this is this is so musician!Eren x influence!YN. They would do a whole Scream homage to start off one of Eren's new music videos; it would be so hot that they make their own "scary movie" with one of the handheld cameras once the crew starts packing up 🫠

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7ForeG/

omg babes I definitely saw this and was saving the best for last (just in time to start off spooky szn too!) thank you for this!! 🥹🫶🏾 (side note: I’m so sick of Jordan’s ass! He gets finer and finer every time I see him LMAO 😭)

content warnings: voyeurism, knife play, blood mentions, rough sex, breath play, mask kink go brr 🫠🫠, choking, roleplay, recording, squirting, slapping

we gon call this our lil bonus upload for day one! 🤞🏾or rather the appetizer for day one.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

“Hnghh!—oh my God..”

muffled whimpers seeped from between your lips as a hand lie dormant across it, attempting to cover up your cries. Faint tears streamed down your face as the bright illumination of a camera lens beamed down at your face. It was such a beautiful sight, one too sexy not to capture. Eyes narrowed in a fucked out haze, plump breasts jiggling about from the confines of the latex bustier that had now been torn from your skin and your entire body being jolted around and impaled on that thick cock, thrashing around inside of you..makeup and hair all disheveled. The cause?

“C’mon..smile for the camera, princess. Show me how much you love getting fucked like a little slut.”

the deep voice hissed at you through gritted teeth, in a hushed tone and behind the concealment of a mask. And not just any kind..the infamous Ghostface one worn in the hit movie franchise, Scream. Behind it however, was a very familiar face. One smiling from ear to ear as he bared his weight down and pinned you to the mattress left on set of the music video that had just wrapped up filming. A chiseled six pack, diamond crucifix and perfect physique hovering over you..such a befitting and rather fun end to a day of hard work. It wasn’t often that you got to join your rapper husband when he comes to record music videos but he personally asked that you not only come along but be his co star. Starring as the damsel getting caught by the so called reaper who should by all accounts, be frightened but instead…winds up getting intimate with the masked assailant! Covered in blood and tousling around. When you saw your man in that get up, chest and abs all out with his tattoos slicked in oil and black jeans on, you lost all composure and sense of professionalism. So just as the camera crew was gathering their equipment, he snatched you up, took you back to the bedroom used to shoot the infamous scene, closed the door and continued his work.

“Gotta keep quiet, baby..they might hear us. You’d probably like that, huh? Let everybody watch you get this pussy pounded..right here..is that what you want?”

the words sounding off in your ear, but your mind became so blank, you could barely even concentrate. So for good measure, he’d pat your cheek twice and resume clutching your throat. Whilst letting his thumb rest between your lips for comfort. He’d carefully hold that camera in place, being sure to capture every moment. Honestly, he was committing to the bit quite well. Taunting you, teasing at your clothes with the kitchen knife he was brandishing and eventually popping the strings of your thong and cutting off that corset..even laughing at you as he forced you into another orgasm. Slapping you around a little and all. Especially when he held his hand over your mouth, causing you to grasp at his arm for breath… “yeah, she likes that, huh? You’re squirting, baby..” “..yes! It feels so fucking good.” it was so insanely hot yet so scary! It was that rush, combined with the very likely possibility of someone hearing or catching you guys in the act that had you so fucking turned on! Jolting around whilst getting drilled into the mattress, (y/n) pawed at those abs but it was of no use. So you settled on folding those legs back and occasionally wrapping those arms around his back, digging your nails into it. “I’m bout to come, daddy! Fuck..” “..I know, I know…I can feel how tight that shit is. Get your nut, baby. It’s alright.” Peering down at you with that camera, ready to capture that pretty little O face. Heaving and crying, you’d release a loud shriek as his thumb circulated your clit. You didn’t last another five seconds after that and before he could even pull out, you were drenching him in another puddle of fluids. A mix of your whimpers and his chuckles filled the room as you convulsed.

“Too much, huh?”

teasing whilst tapping that cock against your folds, as a means to drum out more..without so much as a word uttered, you’d push him back and try to feign off the sensation. Needless to say, it was a dangerous game coming to work with your boo! Running a thumb underneath the cloth, he’d finally hoist that mask and underneath was that strikingly handsome face. Tugging him down with your palms pressed to his cheeks, you’d feed him the sweetest kisses you could muster. Because regardless, he always knew how to keep the thrill and excitement alive.

“What do you say we get a couple more angles, baby? I think we need to redo that last shot.” “I think we need to get out of these people’s studio before we get hit with an indecent exposure charge.”

causing an eruption of laughter between the two of you..that was until knocking and faint footsteps could be heard out of the door, prompting you both to turn your heads with the quickness. You’d agree and hop up, scrambling to gather your clothes.

“But that bring that mask with you. I think we need to get more footage.”

[reztoru]

    ───── Music of the Forest

彡 Satoru is on a journey of coming to terms with his feelings for you, and he's come to find that the music his soul yearns for dwells within you, wherever you may be. 

tw / cw : fluff and a tiny bit of angst? there's a happy ending ,, tobacco is briefly mentioned but not used for smoking lol, slight jjk 0 spoilers ,, i think that's all but lmk if i missed anything

pairing : gojo x reader 

gender neutral, no physical descriptions of reader

a/n : born out of my love of the forests and inspired by a stsg painting I did. im so happy with how this turned out.

kinda me coded with a tiny tiny sprinkle of my own culture, but I think I kept it vague enough for everyone to enjoy.🫶🏾

w/c : 3.1k

Satoru has a knack for being a pest, at the best and worst of times. He needs to nourish his brain with information, desperate to know what causes people to tick. And as he’s grown older, he’s found himself observing the crowds around him a lot more.

He takes note of the way their energy engulfs them with the different emotions they endure. He sees how their anger is jagged and rude, or how their happiness appears in serene waves. Annoyance comes in spikes and sadness drizzles down.

And today is just another day for Satoru. Sat in his office, playing with a pen, avoiding work. Choosing to observe silently at the surrounding people. Seeing as they moved room to room, it was rather dull.

He became intrigued when he saw you wandering into the spooky forests. Mostly because you're someone he’s never gotten the opportunity to know. Thus, he couldn’t help but follow along — anything to get out of this boring paperwork.

He makes the hasty decision to teleport himself right next to you. Which caused him to startle you, popping up out of thin air like the menace he is. You tried giving him a smack, but his infinity stopped you, foiling your plan. Instead, you opted for scolding him. Warning him that if he was going to come with you, he best keep his mouth shut.

It was hard for him to abide by the single rule. Satoru being the never quiet man, always with something to say, and now with so many questions swirling within him.

“So, you wanna tell me why we’re sitting in the middle of the forest?” He said.

You shot him a look and shook your head, “I come here to heal, to think, whatever I need.”

He nodded slowly, pondering on your words, “and the forest helps to do that how? You eat berries and feel better?”

Rolling your eyes, you pat the spot beside you, telling him to listen. And he did, though he hadn’t really understood at first. He’ll admit the wind was gentle, it was calm. You could hear the leaves moving and the wildlife scurrying about, but nothing felt healing about it — well, he certainly didn’t feel healed.

However before he could prod at you further, you reached over to pull something out of your bag. It was a small sack of brown flakes — tobacco, loosely wrapped in a red cloth, with little beads tucked into a design on the chunk of it. And he was left feeling even more confused, especially after you stood up to scatter some about.

“It’s an offering. I’m giving back what I’ve taken.” You said as you turned to face him. Almost as if you could read his mind.

Yes, you were a mysterious person to Satoru. Sitting in the middle of nowhere to heal your soul. Sprinkling brown flakes on the ground like you were seasoning the earth. It just made no sense to him, but you did seem content every time you emerged from the trees; looking more at ease.

And he couldn’t help but tag along with you whenever he could. Wanting to know what this was all about, what you were all about. He’d poke at you, bombarding you with questions on the occasions that you’d begrudgingly allow him to.

Slowly, you became a part of his routine, ingraining yourself in his already busy schedule. And these trips into the forest turned into getting lunch rather late in the day, or coffee a little too late at night. And your woodlands started to become too familiar to him.

It began with you asking him to come along and get a drink and then it was a picnic. After a while, these things were almost routine and if he wasn’t able to stay and chat; he made it a point to at least stand in line with you before he had to go.

During that time, he began to know you on a more human level, getting to understand how your gears turned. And during these fleeting moments he learned how you like your coffee, your favourite food and color. He also learned of the way you heal; the way you replenish your mind. It’s so vastly different from the way he literally refreshes his brain — it’s so mundane in comparison.

“I just don’t get it.” Satoru said, sipping his overly sweet drink.

You sat across from him, swirling your own beverage with a straw. Your leg bounced as your eyes met your own in the reflection of his imposter sunglasses.

“Well, maybe you haven’t found your music yet.”

“I have music,” he gasped, “like that one song by Avicii- “

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Your theme song,” you snickered, “this music is different, though. It heals your soul.”

You’d always tell him that his sound will find him, as it does with everyone. When the time is right, you’d say. He wasn’t able to wrap his head around your words, and he’d preach to you time and time again about how he didn’t get it. But you’d only ever roll your eyes and shake your head at him, “be patient.”

This was something that his eyes couldn’t give him answers to. Because even someone as godly as him was unable to fully comprehend it through sight alone. It wasn’t cursed energy, or some grand battle tactic. This was a reminder to him that there are boundaries and limits to what even the most powerful beings can understand. And this is something he had to experience on a deeper level, beyond the realm of vision.

When time rolls on, he starts to hear it. The sound of a distant melody. It was the brassy thrum of his heart when you’re near and the dewy pitch of your voice. And your rippling cackles that crashed through him. Though, it’s a little scary at first, this feeling isn’t new — and it’s certainly one he wasn’t hoping for a sequel of.

Because when Satoru falls, he falls hard. And it’s not a soft pillowy fall by any means. It’s in a way where he crashes and burns. His love scorches him and claws at his heart. Taunting him with what’s barely in his grasp — and that of which has long since left.

His feelings linger in his brain and dance deep within his core. They seem to flow through him in a more complex way, taking twists and turns that are difficult to predict. It’s all a little unnerving to him — you’re a little unnerving to him.

As he drifts away into his thoughts, he thinks to himself how you bring nothing but uncertainty. You’re a storm rippling its way through his steady breeze, bringing chaos in your pursuit. Though he supposes your rain is a kind of refreshing that his abilities can’t provide. And you leave behind a beautiful burst of colours when you go.

“You okay? You look kinda stupid with that lost look on your face.” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m a little busy right now.”

You give him a look, one that makes him feel a little too small. It feels a little too personal, and it’s a bit too knowing, as if you were the one who wielded the six eyes.

“Mhm right. When you’re done sulking, there’s this new bakery that I wanna check out.”

Admittedly, he feels a little giddy with the knowledge of you wanting to go out with him. Maybe his heart skips a beat right after the words leave your mouth, but he tries his hardest to brush it off and ignore it because this feeling doesn’t have a home in this wretched place of his.

It’s because he knows love is truly the most twisted curse of them all. It’s a swirl of every emotion under the sun and it can swallow you whole. One wrong move and everything could fall apart. There’s no manual for how to navigate through this sticky feeling, and there’s no right way to do it either. It’s as beautiful as it is cruel.

You add the fact that there’s a constant target on his back. People want him dead, curses do too. Logically, he knows that having you is selfish, it puts you at risk. Because allowing himself the pleasure of loving you is a losing game. And for that reason, he chose not to play; to be somebody who only watches as the show unfolds.

Thus, he tries to keep his distance, never letting his sickly emotions take the reins. But it seems the harder he tries to pull away, your soul holds him a little tighter; enticing him back in.

“Look, ‘toru!” You point to a group of funny looking mushrooms, with eyes shining so brightly they could put the sun to shame.

Your smile reaches out to grasp at his heart, holding it tightly, not wanting to let go. That’s when he swears the world stops; or something cheesy like that. The pieces of his heart crash around in his chest and he forgets how to breathe — how to move, how to function.

He sputters out, “Can we eat them?”

“Yes, or we could pick them and sell em for a fortune.” You let out a mischievous chuckle, “I’m only giving you a percent of the profits though, you already have too much money.”

He doesn’t know why he asks what kind of mushrooms they are, because he already knows. In fact, most of the things he listens to you ramble about he’s already quite knowledgeable on. But he gets to listen to your damn voice, and your attention isn’t on anybody but him as you explain these little interests of yours.

And he thrives in your rays of light. He almost seems to forget what emotion this is and what it entails. But maybe, he thinks, just for a moment, he can be Satoru, the annoying guy who gets under your skin, rather than Satoru Gojo, the strongest with the all-seeing eyes.

And it’s not until some faculty meeting that he realizes he’s down bad. Every time he tries to listen to what Yaga is saying, his orbs wander to you. He wonders if you’d want to get dessert later, or if you’ll invite him on a little picnic again.

It seems Satoru just gets lost in you. It’s become so blatantly obvious to everyone around him. Shoko nags at him and tells him to just go for it. Saying things like, “You’ll regret it more if you don’t.” And he hates that she’s probably right, he hates that he has these stupid feelings even more.

“You’re acting like an angsty teen.”

He huffs, crossing his arms, “am not. I just don’t have time for that relationship stuff.”

Shoko pauses what she's doing, placing a hand on the table in front of her as she turns to look at Satoru with a deadpan expression, “but you have time for dates.”

“They’re not dates.” He mumbles.

He wants to argue. He really does, but he knows he can’t. He especially knows because he’s stumbled down into Shoko’s grim abode more than enough times, asking her what the hell should I wear.

And maybe these feelings get a little too real when he finds himself focusing on you, when he should really be paying attention to his students. Observing in a daze as you walk across the field. Your arm shoots up to give him a wave, or maybe it was a wave to everyone, but he likes to think it was reserved for him.

Or maybe it’s when he’s making a cup of coffee, and you brush against him. And he just pauses what he’s doing because he finds you so captivating. He can’t help the way his hands yearn to trace every curve. To sculpt you into the space of his mind, and create a masterpiece that is you.

But whenever you’re near, his body is always left feeling a little confused as this calm and unease both settle as lovers within him. The unrest that stems from the lack of control, that unpredictability leaves him nervous. And he knows vulnerability comes with weakness, and to be weak is to be slashed down.

When he stumbles back into his office, he realizes he forgot cream and sugar. And it’s the little things like this that make his thoughts race. His brain wants him to run far away from you. It’s telling him to leave you behind before this can go any further. He tugs at his hair, clawing at his scalp. His eyes scan for something they can’t see. He desperately scours his mind to figure out what to do.

Knock knock

And his head shoots up. He feels like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. That is, until he realizes it’s you, and then things feel a little okay. Almost as if you bring along the unspoken words he’s searching for. You don’t pry, and you don’t ask questions he doesn’t wanna answer.

Maybe that’s why he’s grown to feel this way for you. You don’t push too hard, and when you do, it’s always at the right times. Oh, and you’re always sure to bring him some proper food when you pop in to say hi. You do all these things and expect nothing in return.

You dig deeper than the flimsy mask he wears and you’re patient with these circles he finds himself running in. You don’t chase him, instead you stroll behind, cherishing the journey that you’ve found yourself on. In the end, he feels human with you.

“Did you eat something today? You look ghostly.” You giggle, holding up a bag, “I brought lunch, let’s eat.”

And it’s now, he thinks, it starts to fall into place, when he feels it the most. It’s almost as if when you’re around, a sense of peace washes over him, a feeling of calm that he can’t find anywhere else. It gives his soul a phantom sensation of being so tenderly held; of loving arms around him. It’s not just a physical sensation, but something deeper, something that touches his core.

It’s like he can feel his essence expanding, reaching out towards something unknown, as if they were two halves of the same whole. It’s a feeling of completeness, of being exactly where he’s meant to be. And when he breathes, it’s as if he’s inhaling remnants of himself; or rather, somebody foreign, yet so very familiar to him. 

And it’s days like today where he craves this sound the most. Days where the world feels a little empty and dull. No amount of reverse techniques can mend the passing of a friend you once cherished so much. He doesn’t wanna listen to the talk of the surrounding people. He doesn’t want to boil in anger and sadness. And he especially doesn’t want to be left alone thinking about all the what ifs.

Like clockwork, you poke your head into this wintery office of his. You take a seat and push a bottle of water towards him, followed by a little sandwich that you probably made at home. You don’t say anything, allowing him to wither in the noise you bring. And little by little he nibbles quietly on the food you offer, sipping the water as he goes.

Your eyes find his when you break the silence, “Seriously, Satoru, are you okay?”

“Always.” He gave you a toothy grin, but his facade has grown to become useless against you.

In return, you give him a soft smile; a knowing one, “Whenever you’re ready, you know where to find me.”

Off you go again, into those trees to listen for something he can’t seem to find. His heart yearns for this sound that you speak of. It’s dire for him to know. He craves the calm you have and the peace you carry. And he wonders if you’ll ever give him a taste of it.

He lets himself linger in the essence you’ve left behind. Pondering on the events that have taken place over the months. You’ve so diligently taken care of everyone affected by the tragedy, and yet you still find the time to come to him and comfort him in a way he doesn’t know he needs.

Satoru sighs loudly, running a hand through his snowy hair. He asks himself if he could handle your death, if he could let you go. He also wonders if he’s looking too deep into this.

His heart reaches out to find your remnants, begging for your peace. It pleads for your calm and yearns for your ease. And this is when he almost subconsciously gets up to follow you along into your pillowy green song. His legs started to move before his mind could protest. It feels natural; it feels normal. Your vibrations linger on the path he follows and his roots guide him to his haven.

It’s in these woods Satoru has found his heart lies with you. It dances with you as you pull him in to move along to the sounds of your music. His heart sings a little out of tune with you in the mornings and it sways along to your memory. And as he delves deeper into these trees, the sound is clear to him more than ever.

He can hear the echoing hums that follow the wind, guiding it into the ears that are willing to listen. The leaves that dance and sing, and the life within them that stomps their feet. The wild flowers that do their best to keep up, giving to the little bees that decide to follow. And he sees how the sun shines brightly down on the whispers of the world, carrying its warmth to those who may need it.

This is where peace is found. And this is where the heart goes to heal, taking the sacred medicine and using it to prepare the soul for its next battle — whatever it may be. And this is exactly what Satoru needs; a cleanse of his broken heart. Far away from the bustling city life. It’s a place where time stands still and chooses to tenderly embrace the wandering spirits that pay it a visit.

Deep within is where he finds you, basking quietly in the light rays. Allowing your body to nourish itself with what’s offered to you. And during these scarce moments, Satoru has come to find that the music of the forest dwells within you, wherever you may be.

[heejayy]

Shuri U. || Satisfied

Warning •Scissoring, Cunnilingus, dirty talk,

Genre • smut, no plot just me being horny for Shuri 🫶🏾🙄

Pairing • switch! Shuri x switch! Black Reader

Wc • 1.3K

A/n: do you guys a like my layout? Like how I do my stories or should I make the words bigger ??

During the day when you had nothing else to do you’d go spend a few hours in the lab with Shuri. You could never stay to long though because well she’s too distracting.

For example, you sat in her computer chair, rocking side to side while watching her work. God, she looked great, you thought. You bit your finger as you watched her, the way her arms and abs flexed gleaming with sweat in her muscle tank as she picked up the heavy metal pieces and slid them onto the suit. Your gaze was then drawn to her face, which had to have been sculpted by Bast herself. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with sharp features such as her brows, nose, and jaw—oh, god her jaw! Her jaw was so perfect. It was sharp, defined and it made a perfect seat.

You bit your finger harder thinking damn, as your thoughts shifted to sitting on her face. You crossed your legs squeezing your thighs at the thought of her licking and sucking on your swollen clit as you rode her face…god you were starting to have flashbacks. Oh! And her hands, god the feeling of her rough calloused hands sliding in and out of you as you squeezed around them, her thumb pressing down m on your clit as she worked two fingers in you, god you could feel it now.

“Usana,” yes! she would call you that when you were being such a good girl for her-

“Usana!?” You flinched out of your trance as you looked for her, wait where did she go?

“I’m over here,” you cleared your throat uncrossing your legs, turning your chair to her “oh hey baby you done?”

She chuckled shaking her head no as she picked up new tools “almost but in the mean time” she leaned down to your ear with a smile “can you not be so horny I can smell your arousal” well I’ll be damned, you thought. Embarrassment flooded your body as your squeezed your legs again together.

“You know what I-I forgot I had to uh- finish something” you gave a nervous smile getting up to leave, walking past her she left a playfully smack on your behind.

“I won’t be long entle don’t worry.”

To pass the time waiting for your wife you decided to finish reading the book she bought you.

“Mmh now that’s some good shit” you chuckled referring to the sex scene you just read.

“What’s good?” You look up startled once again, “you gotta stop doing that” you laugh closing the book. She chuckled rolling her eyes as she flopped her body on the bed next to you.

“Ugh I’m so tired usana, please hold me” she whined scooting to you laying her head in your lap.

“Awee baby no one told you to work yourself to the bone Shuri, you deserve a break too” you cooed caressing and twirling her curls around in your hand. She looked up at you with those big brown eyes with a pout forming on her lips.

“Help me relax then,” as much as you wanted to ride her face until you creamed you couldn’t deny her pleasure.

"Awee come here pretty girl," you sit up from lying on your belly and straddle her, pushing your book on the ground. You lean in and kiss her lips passionately. She whined, implying it wasn't long enough, and leaned forward, but you gently pushed her back with a smile.

"Uh uh pretty girl, when I'm in charge, I get to make the rules." You then went for her shirt, quickly yanking it over her head attacking her neck with hickeys. You sucked and bit her neck, spending more time in some areas than others, knowing it would leave a hickey.

“You like that?” You asked teasingly, she nodded with a pleasing look in her eye, you loved that look.

“Get naked now” you demanded moving off of her, within a blink of an eye she was out of her clothes down to nothing. Her body beautiful, it had become built over the time from her training becoming the panther, her body was littered with a few battle scars but nothing you didn’t love.

“Usana don’t stare” you giggled at her bashful behavior.

“Lay back down” she listens to you and you get back to work. You kiss your way down to her navel and continue lower, her body shivered under your gentle touch, to calm her you shh’d her while rubbing circles into her hips as you kissed the inside of her thighs.

While she was relaxed you parted her folds with your fingers laying your tongue flat licking all her wetness, while at it you rubbed her clit. She let out a whine as her eyes rolled back, having her react to you like this made you insanely wet.

Sucking on Shuri’s clit you snuck two fingers in, a gasp was heard from above you and she arched her back.

“I like hearing you moan for me sithandwa sam.”

She chuckled “your Xhosa is getting better” she complimented. To thank her you quickened your pace, the faster your fingers moved the louder her moans got. Her moans turned in to high pitched whines as her chest heaved up and down.

“Usana please” she begged loudly as her toes curled into the sheets, you hummed against her clit in satisfaction.

“My love I’m gonna-“

“I know baby, i know. Go ahead and cum” like on command she came on your tongue, liquid trickled down your chin as you fought to lick it all up.

“What a good girl” you complimented sitting up. You laid beside her as she tried to level her breathing “do you want me to-“ you shook your head no, as you caressed her cheek.

“No baby you don’t have to.”

“But I want to” feeling bad for leaving you unsatisfied, she quickly got up getting rid of your leggings and shirt leaving you in your matching underwear. She giggled, “looks like someone planned this.”

“Oh shut up and fuck me” she listens as she roughly gripped your thighs pulling you closer to her.

“I love the smell of your arousal” she rubbed the wet spot through your panties before pulling your thin thongs off.

She leaned back, grabbed your ankle, and rested on her shoulder. She gradually began to grind against you, and you immediately saw stars "oh- oh my g-god Shuri" hearing your moans was fueling her ego, and it was almost comical to you how easily she could switch.

Having sex with Shuri always felt like your first time together; she never failed to provide you with more pleasure than you could handle. Feeling her wet pussy against yours did something to you; it drove you insane to the point where it was all you wanted at all hours of the day and night.

Talk about being pussy whipped.

You tossed your head to the side letting out a strained moan, “god Shuri”

"No baby, you need to be louder for me come on I know you can get loud," she said continuing to grind against you as she left a kiss on your ankle. Shuri gazed at you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arching off the bed. Her hands slid up from your waist, gripping and messaging your breasts.

Nipple play was important to you, and she knew it.

"Are you close?" You aggressively nodded, the room was filled with nothing but heavy pants and moans, it was music to her ears.

You came with a few more thrusts and her rubbing your clit, but she didn't stop until warm liquid started squirting and flowing out of you.

"Oh- oh my god, I just squirted!" You were alarmed, but she quickly calmed you down with a kiss.

"It's okay, we'll clean it up later," she said tiredly as she lay beside you trying to catch her breath.

"Are you satisfied now, my love?" You nodded as you wrapped your leg around her waist and rested your head on her chest.

"I'm more than satisfied."

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[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Betrayed pt.2

Any! Character x reader

Warnings: character isn’t mentioned🫶🏾 I leave it up to you , reader is implied to be chubby, reader is a smoker, reader and character have child (not stated how), implied character death

Summary: you decide to leave for a day or two as the situation escalates at home but during your stay a handsome stranger tries to rizz you up.

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"why didn't daddy come to the hotel with us?"  Your som asked as he twirls in the desk chair as you dig through your suitcase for pajamas.

" daddy was busy with work so he couldn’t come this time.” Not having the heart to tell after that night the fights were getting increasingly worse sometimes escalating to throwing objects at walls.

The final straw being that he was found sending flirty texts to the same person that was the cause of your arguments. Confronting him you read the text aloud while he lays in the guest bed until he snatches it ending in you getting pushed by the force and falling against the dresser hitting your head. He tried to apologize but you gave it no time rushing to pack your bags and your child’s. Tuning out both voices as the ringing in your head echos.

You wipe your tear drops away from your face to not alarm your child before pulling out their pair of pjs for the night, “get ready for bed. Just because we’re staying in a hotel doesn’t mean you don’t have a bed time.”

“B-but, please.” He begged trying his best to give their puppy dog eyes. Quirky your eyebrow it was a small showdown until they started batting their eyelashes comically at you forcing a grin on your face.

Sighing you toss the remote on the bed, “only until I come back upstairs, then it’s bed time.” Grabbing a donning a light jacket rolling eyes as Matty small cheers of victory behind you, “Don’t open the door for anybody or anything. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You hear the confirmation from them before closing the door.

Once making it outside you light a cigarette, sitting on a bench nearby watching passing car and street lights brighten up the night. Rubbing the back of your head from the hit and letting a deep breathe leave your lips.

“It’s pretty cold out here, isn’t it?” A deep voice cuts the silence.

“It is. I just don’t want my son seeing me smoking and thinking it’s cool.” Replying as you huff out the smoke.

“Seems about ,right. It’s one reason why I quit. Can’t have him smoking at 17 like me.” It causes a small laugh to leave your lips.

“Hm, we seem to have that in common. Only thing is I pulled me back in. Seems to be my only comfort these days.” The cigarette becoming smaller until you put it out. Going for another one, “do you mind if I have one?” The strange man asked.

“Thought you quit?” You replied sarcastically nonetheless holding the carton open his way.

“I never said I didn’t enjoy them occasionally though and what’s a better occasion than having an attractive person talking to me.” Snorting at his comment, you hold the lighter for him.

“So what’s your story?.” He asks and you hum in question, “why are you here? You’ve got a child on a Saturday night at a hotel. Looks like your local, by how your not out roaming the streets and got your pajamas on. You also have a child so I’m assuming you have a partner in your life but they obviously aren’t here by how they leave your hotel room. So my next question, if I’m not crossing the boundary . Are they dumb or just plain stupid to let you out their sights?”

Coughing you see the man’s eyes on you and you connect amazed on how he read you like a book, “wow, um… you a psychic?” It earns a deep laugh to erupt from him and shaking his head, “ just call it how I see it.” Sending a smirk your way.

“Well your call is right, I was raised here and yes I do have a partner. Although by now I’m sure they are deep into something or rather someone that’s not me right me.” Stomping out the second cigarette.

“So he’s just plain stupid. I see.” He copies your actions after letting the last bit of smoke leave between his lips. Earning a giggle from you.

“I guess I’m the dumb one. I fell for him a small part knowing he carried feelings for a different person.” A hand touches your shoulder.

“You’re not stupid. It just happens between people sometimes.”

Small laughter leaves, “thanks, so what’s your story? You have a son, what about a partner? Are you from here? What brings you to this hotel?”

“Yes, I was born and raised from here, I’m here for work and to spend some one on one time with my son . Usually living in hotels due to work and having to leave him home by himself all the time is making our relationship strained,if I were to say it.” Comforting him you patted his hand as he did to you, “ After his mom died, it took a toll on us. I submerged myself in work. Leaving him with family until I kicked myself in my own ass and have been taking jobs closer and shorter to spend time with him.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how’d she die.”

He grabs hold of his necklace a ring hanging from it, “she had a incurable disease. She was supposed to pass when we were in middle school but she still stood strong until after our son was born then took a turn for the worse and passed.”

“That’s a lot to take in. You’re strong for shouldering all that,” you glance at the bar inside, “want to continue this conversation over a drink?”

Walking back into your hotel room with a smile that lights up the dark room. Seeing your child sprawled out on the bed snoring while cartoons play in the background. You scoot them sliding under the covers with them as they cuddled closer to the new form warmth in the body and you smooth down their hair, giving a small kiss to their forehead.

Your Phone vibrating alerts you as you took it off do not disturb for your alarm and see a new notificatiom. Scrolling through you ignore the angry text from your husband and see one from the new stranger you just met tonight and shared a heart felt conversation with.

’Get back to your hotel room safely?’

An//: its getting heated (=^ ◡ ^=) you met someone new? I wonder who! Keeping it ambigious is kinda fun. Tell me who you used 🦭 I want to see if it was who I was thinking of while writing.

[an1meslvt]

request: girl can we get toxic!shuri who is jealous of a girl throwing it back on the reader in the club and she ends up blaming the reader and they have a argument after

|𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻|

𝘁𝗮𝗴: toxic!shuri x black!fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: toxic relationship, stoner!shuri, strap slinger!shuri, a bit of angst, arguing, suggestive themes, fluff at the end 🫶🏾

translations: xhosa: mholweni-hello, ewe-yes, ndiphendule-answer me, ungowam-you are mine, Ndinayo yonke into oyifunayo sithandwa sam-i got everything you need my love, usana-baby

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: y/n and shuri’s relationship ended almost 3 months ago and while y/n is trying her best to move on, shuri refuses to let go.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

“girl you sure shuri gon be ok with you coming out tonight?” your friend destiny held your hand as you both walked into the club. “girl i ain’t concerned about her! i’m here to have fun, she’ll be ight.” you waved your friend off with a bit of an attitude causing her to scrunch her face up. “ok not too much…i tryna make sure this bitch ain’t lurking in the bushes or nun, damn.” “girl she might be knowing her.” you said, causing your friend to laugh.

“oouuu, the fine mfs is out tonight! i will most definitely be getting laid.” destiny says. “girlll whatt like i’m finna turn up!” you yell over the loud music. you guys walk over to the bar, sitting down. “hey what can i get you ladies?” the bartender ask. “we’ll both have tequila on the rocks please.” destiny says. just then someone comes over. “mmm tequila, y’all most definitely tryna get fucked up tonight, huh?” you both look up to see three pretty girls looking down at both of you.

“shit, hell yea! my friend right here just got outta this busted ass relationship with a damn psychopath so i’m tryna get her some fun in while she can.” destiny says side eying you. “dess, stopppp! i said ian wanna talk about her tonight!” you whined. the three girls laughed. “we been there done that, mami, no sweat. but get y’all drinks and come with us to the dance floor.” shiddd she ain’t have to tell y’all twice.

now y’all where all drunk, dancing on eachother. it was like a scene out of euphoria. you was grinding on one girl, while another what throwing it back on you. destiny was basically fucking the other girl. to say you felt so stress free was an understatement. this is the most fun you’ve had in a long time.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you ended up taking a uber to your best friend’s house were you spent the night. now it was morning and ofc you had a hangover(but thank god for coffee and tylenol). “girl we had a time last night.” destiny said as she descended down the stairs. “girl i knowww. we definitely gotta do that again.” you laughed, taking a sip of your coffee.

“well i’m glad i can take your mind off of ole girl. you was really stressin’ over it-oop speaking of the devil.” destiny’s previous sentence was cut off by the ringing of your phone, she walked back upstairs to give your phone call some privacy.

you rolled your eyes as you saw who was calling you. “hello?” you said into the phone. “i’ve been calling you all night…where you been?” “shuri, look it’s 8 o’clock in the damn morning…too early for your shit. what do you want?” “i want yo ass home that’s what! why the fuck you not at yo damn apartment, y/n?!” “shuri, who the hell do you think you talkin to? you better lower yo damn voice at my damn apartment. you know them mfs quick to file a complaint over there! and why are you over there any damn way?.”

you could hear shuri scoff into the phone. “i don’t give a damn about all these irrelevant ass mfs over here y/n! i want your ass home in the next 20 minutes or imma do sum shit you not gon like.” the line went dead and you looked at your phone in disbelief. “yo des! i gotta go i’ll be back later.” you didn’t even wait for a response before you hopped in your car and swiftly backed out the driveway.

once you pulled up to your apartment complex, you could see her dora milaje guarding your door. “mholweni, y/n. queen shuri is waiting for you.” spoke okoye. “hi okoye…is it bad.” you said, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. “ewe, she’s been fuming ever since last night…we’ll be in if things get out of hand.” she handed you back your kimoyo beads that you gave back to shuri when y’all broke up. “press the button right here and it will alert us immediately.” you nodded as they stood back to let you enter. “good luck.” whispered okoye before they walked to go wait in the ship.

you nod and walk in, closing the door behind you. “so you just love to piss me off, huh?” she said, puffing on her freshly lit blunt. you looked at her confused which caused her to chuckle darkly. she walked hurriedly towards you while fidgeting with her kimoyo beads. next thing you know, your back was against the wall and hologram of you and your friend dancing last night was showing.

“you think you fucking slick?! huh, y/n?! you think i don’t got people watching you everywhere you fucking go?! huh?! ndiphendule!” she screamed, pushing you further into a wall. all you could do was cry and try your hardest to push her away. “shuri, please! let me go!” you continued to struggle against her but to no avail.

“why the fuck do you think you can give your body to anyone else but me?! you belong to me! ungowam!” she yelled. you bit her arm which caused her to stumble back and wince. “fuck you, shuri! i’m my own person! i can do what the fuck i want because we’re not together!” you screamed, running to the kitchen.

she followed close behind you. “i don’t even know why i agreed to that shit anyways. you said you needed space and i gave it to you! not go and claim to be single for 3 months! fuck is wrong with you?!” you laughed in disbelief. “mf you walked out on this damn relationship! for some whore who only wanted you for your money, and you seriously tried to say you could be with both of us at the same time! if i said sum shit like that you would fucking kill me!.”

“you damn right i would! and that was a mistake, everyone makes fucking mistakes-” you cut her off. “yea and you made alot of em’ too, shuri! too damn many as far as i’m concerned, i loved you, i gave you everything, every fucking i had to give! and you threw it away like you didn’t give a damn about me or my feelings! so don’t tell me about you making no got damn mistakes!” you yelled.

“you make me mad on fucking purpose! you know you’re mine and can’t nobody else have you! so stop acting like you single cuz you’re not.” shuri gently put her tatted hand around your throat, making you whine. “why you keep playin wit me, mami? you know i’m what’s best for you, right? ndinayo yonke into oyifunayo sithandwa sam.” she whispered before kissing you sweetly. before you could process everything, you found yourself laid back on your couch with shuri between your legs, giving you the greatest pleasure.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

and when y’all where done, she held you close to her, peppering kisses along your face. “how’re you feeling, usana?” she cooed. “i’m ok, just a bit sore.” you rasped, your voice half gone from screaming. she smirked which turned into a light chuckle. “i wonder who could’ve did that.” she said playfully, which caused you to roll your eyes.

“whatever shuri.” you waved her off before getting comfortable in the bed. “you know, i’m not tired at all. don’t make me give you round 11.” she laughed at the way your body tensed up. “relax, sthandwa. i’m just playing.” she laughed, causing you to calm down. after a few minutes, there was a loud pounding on your door, followed by yelling. “is that okoye?.” “nah they’re in the ship waiting.” shuri used her kimoyo beads to pull up footage from your ring camera outside.

“oh shit! it’s your fucking neighbor.” while shuri was dying of laughter, you were getting out of bed with an irritated sigh. slipping on a robe, you went down to the front door. “excuse me young lady, i heard a bunch of screaming! is everything alright?” the lady said trying to look in your home. ‘lord jesus, help me.” you thought. safe to say shuri was laughing her ass off. 😭

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