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Can't stop thinking about a big tough guy who is obsessed with being pushed around by his chubby gf. Just loves being slapped and choked by his baby girl in bed.

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I really like the thought of a chubby gal and a big buff scary guy. She's naive and doesn't think a guy like him would ever go for a girl like her. Let alone does she know that he's absolutely obsessed with her 💕

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Say that again? I'm sorry. I got distracted by your little mannerisms, how you pronounce certain words, and the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about, and started day dreaming about spending my life making you laugh, and feel loved and cherished

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choso making you spread it so that he can fuck you deeper 😵‍💫

“god, spread it… yeah, spread it like that. let me see herrr.” he’s reaching for your hand to pull it over your right cheek. you can feel his gaze—hot and shameless, roving over the entirety of your perspiring body. that poor, exposed pussy just weeping. “myyyy, look at that wet little cunt… so pretty and perfect and all for me.”

and you could beg him to shut up, tell him that his mouth is too filthy or that he’s embarrassing you, but the way your pretty little hole tightens in response to his vulgarity does little to back your claims. in fact, part of you can’t help but to crane your head, peering behind yourself to observe the way he wholly swallows you with those dark, perilous eyes.

with both of your hands splayed over the fat of your ass, you obediently spread yourself open for him like the good girl he knows you are. and it’s not like he doesn’t already have you pushed into the nastiest little arch. your warm cheek flat against the pillow, desperate hips canting in the air while the head of his drooling cock kisses your sweet, fluttering entrance with annoying little slaps.

plap!

your body shudders almost violently, a gasp tearing from your stupidly gaped mouth as he spits into your cunt once. brazenly, the head of his cock is smearing his saliva allll over your ass and pussy, mindlessly gliding between the valley of your plush cheeks before sliding between the sticky slit of your swollen lips.

“keep that pretty pussy nice ‘n spread for me. don’t you fucking move.” he grits while carefully easing himself back inside of your slick, welcoming cunt, groaning something nasty below his breath. “juuust like that… don’t you dare move.”

as he bottoms out, feeding you every last inch of his thick, twitching cock, a droning mewl of pleasure is spilling past your lips. the sound of your pretty cries forces a deep growl from the depths of his chest as he fucks into you slooowly, watching how hungrily your cunt sucks him in with each ensuing thrust.

choso’s large hands are greedily accompanying yours as they rest over the fat of your ass, rudely spreading you further apart. his grasp only tautens as he begins to pull you toward him, meeting his aching thrusts halfway. your mouth gapes, breaths bated as the head of his cock prods against your cervix.

“fuuuck… you’re d-deep.” it’s mumbled into the pillow you drool against, brows furrowing messily as you subconsciously move forward, running away.

choso is pulling you right back with a firm grip on your hips, a disapproving grunt following. “i said don’t fucking move.”

*gulps*

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once you go x black!reader you can’t go back

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Good morning/any time of day<3 may i please ask for a sakura pudding?

Thinking about being friends with them but being scared to confess to them, but you have sleepovers till one night have a nightmare and hold onto takara, calming down suspiciously quickly at being held by them, by your their voice, by feeling their heart beat against their own. So maybe takara confronts amd reassures you about how you feel about them? 👉👈 No rush at all, please and thank you!!!

˖⁺. ﹙ kitsune partner x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . don't be so embarrassed, it's mutual !! 🍒 :  kitsune ˖ mercenary character﹙ verse 9948e takara. ﹚

after an ugly nightmare, you are comforted by the kitsune you've fallen head over heels for. Only to realise you were clinging to them. They reassure you to not be so embarrassed

Takara might be a bit oblivious at this sort of thing. But at the end of the day, he was a kitsune. Their entire prowess rode on the back of perception.

They did not overlook the cling of your hands around their pink clothes so tightly. The way your heavy breathing eased within the matter of seconds the moment his hands wrapped around to comfort you. Sharp claws that knew so much violence hummed only comfort as he held you close. With pink pools of concern and a hushed murmur.

“Nightmare huh? It’s okay, I got you.” His mild palm finds the back of your head. Her thumb reaching over to stroke along your brow. Your muscles relax into them and they are far from blind to that as well.

It isn’t until you have come down from the thralls of terror that you realise how you cling to them. The dawning reality of whose arms you find yourself in. Embarrassment seeps deep into your bones and you attempt to shift away from him.

Pink, silky locks frame your face as he yanks you back in — gently. His eyes meeting yours, but an inch away as he holds you like a piece of fine ceramic.

“I know,” he speaks softly. A tenderness you have never known; yet dwells all the same in his croon. Takara leans down to nuzzle at your neck with a soft hum. “I know everything. . . please. Let me hold you and show you I feel the same.”

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𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Dev-Em x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - flirting, mentions of sex, unknown world confusion, slight jealousy, and I tried to make this a slow burn but I might be a little fast with the way I’m going, idk

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 ��𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - I know it’s been a minute, I KNOW YOU WANT A BAD BOYS UPDATE, but I’m collecting more so I can release two at a time. Plus, I’m lowkey in a Snowfall moment right now and trying my best in to write for Franklin Saint/Damson Idris because once I’m in the mindset of the drug game, it’s hard to get out of. (I’m so dramatic 🙄) Imagine Leroy and Giorgio who you want, i had Danny Glover and Joey Bada$$ in mind. UNEDITED, sorry for any spelling errors and grimmer issues, I don’t like re-reading my own work :(

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 8,096+

“So, we need to get some sort of story in order before we see Uncle Leroy.” She said, her flyaways blowing within the wind.

The golden sunlight of Louisiana filtered through the dense canopy of oak trees draped in Spanish moss, casting dappled shadows on the winding dirt road. Magnolia had one hand on the steering wheel of her old pickup truck, the other tapping nervously on the door of the open window. The ride was silent the majority of the time it took them to get to Leroy’s. Dev’s eyes were trained out of the window, jumping between all of the different things he could as they went from the scarce homes of the countryside to the French-style city. He would see the occasional stray dog that ran with some others as they raced for scraps or a stork rise for the waters and fly off.

Magnolia would glance over now and then, watch as Dev leaned forward slightly, his piercing eyes scanning everything outside with the intensity of someone cataloging the world for the first time. She assumed speaking would snap him out of his thoughts, but his gaze was focused intensely out of the window.

“You don’t blink much, do you?” Magnolia asked, squinting over at him out of the corner of her eye.

Dev turned his gaze to her at that, his expression calm but curious. “Blinking is inefficient when observing. I might miss something important.” She stated.

“You sound like some sort is soldier.” She said, letting out a small chortle. She glanced over at him to see his eyes flicker away from her, his jaw flexing quickly as he trained his eyes out of the car again. She could see that her statement hit a nerve, so she just awkwardly cleared her throat. “Well, now that I have your attention.” She began as her fingers flexed on the wheel. “When we get to Uncle Leroy’s, just let me do all the talking, okay? He’s old and suspicious of everything so there will be a lot of questions and I don’t want his mumbo jumbo to confuse you.” Her words only caused Dev to furrow his brows slightly, glancing over at her.

“Mumbo Jumbo?” He questioned. Magnolia just blinked at him. “Right.” She said. “Uh, forget that. Let’s just get our story straight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Um….”She trailed off as she thought, tapping her fingers against the door her arm rested on. “You’re a friend from college!” She stated, glancing over at him with a nervous smile. “We can say you’re in the military and you just got back from deployment and needed a place to stay.” She said with a grin.

“Why would I choose to stay with you?” Dev asked, blinking over at her. Her grin faltered slightly as she glanced from the road and over to him. “Because we’re college friends?” She asked herself more than she answered him, thinking over the logic of their plan.

“Why wouldn’t I stay with family?” Dev continued.

“They’re dead,” Magnolia stated simply with a shrug, not taking her eyes off the road as her grin appeared again since she came up with another take that seemed to fit their plan. “See, it checks out now.” She stated, not charging the way Dev’s eyes seemed to dim. His jaw tightened as he focused his eyes down at his hands, which were clenched together in his lap as he tried to keep his composure. “That won’t be too hard for me to adjust to.” He stated plainly. Magnolia glanced over at him due to his deep tone, deeper than usual. It was filled with dread and anger, although it was masked to seem like average indifference.

She blinked once she registered his words, her gaze returning back to the road. She internally cursed herself out for being so forward. She felt her heart clench as she thought it over again and again in her mind. He was so lost, in a strange world with no family. Everything was unfamiliar to him and he could barely remember how he ended up here. He was helpless. And she wasn’t making it any better.

“Well, let’s just scrap that all then.” She stated softly. “It wouldn’t make much sense for you to be in the U.S. military anyways with your accent and all.” She said, turning her head to look out of her driver-side window as she cringed again as words kept slipping out of her mouth. She didn’t mean to keep bringing up how different he was and his home but she couldn’t help it. They are coming up with his background story after all, so they don’t have to explain that he fell from the sky in some unknown object.

“We’ll just say that you’re an exchange student, in a way but still a college friend.” She began again. “You’re here to gain the full American experience, the one you didn’t really get in university since you were always on campus, and I’m your host.“ She looked over at him for any sign that she probably said something wrong again, only to be met with a simple nod from him. She subconsciously copied his actions before turning back to the road, engaging them in another moment of silence.

Magnolia wanted nothing more than to apologize. She felt that she always seemed to say the wrong things to him. She didn’t really know how to house anyone despite being the southern belle people assume she is because she bakes pastries at her friend’s cafe. So add not only a stranger but an alien, a hot alien that crashed into her backyard….She felt that she was owed the right to be a little confused and on edge.

She also couldn’t describe this strong pull she felt towards him. She felt this urge to care for him and be there to get him to open up some. Dev gave off this strong and intimidating aura, but she could see right through it with every little move he made. Granted, maybe everything she was thinking and feeling was the after-effects of the crash. It’s not every day something like that happens and it’s probably some reverse Stockholm syndrome. And it also could do with the fact that she was a decent human being and would always help another in need if she could But she hasn’t felt this sort of pull to anything or anyone besides Mufasa when she found him in the rain outside of work three years ago.

This entire situation was doing nothing for her lack of social cues and anxiety.

They rode the rest of the way to Uncle Leroy’s clinic in silence. Dev continued to observe everything around him, taking in all details he noted as worthy while Magnolia raced in what she would say next and whether or not it would lead to thoughts she didn’t want him to have.

Once they pulled into the parking lot of the clinic which was surrounded by other businesses, Magnolia stopped the car. “Follow me.” She said as she gathered her bag and then hopped out of the dark, unknowingly slamming the large metal behind her. Dev followed with no question, almost taking himself out as he tried to hurry after her and forgot he still had his seatbelt on. Magnolia turned around when she heard a soft strangled noise, but only saw Dev exit the car and quickly close the door behind him before fixing his clothes. She just simply shook her head, thinking it was nothing.

The bell above the door chimed as the pair walked in, Magnolia in front of him. He followed her to a small counter where he could see a woman sitting behind a computer, typing away. “Hey, Jess.” She looked up at the sound of the bell, offering a small smile to the familiar face of Magnolia, but doing a double take at the unfamiliar man behind her.

“Hey, Magnolia.” The woman said as she ceased her typing and once between the two. “What’s up with you today? You don’t have an appointment.”

“Oh, I know,” Magnolia stated nonchalantly. “I just need a walk-in for my—.” She paused mid-sentence as she glanced over her shoulder, expecting to find Dev in one of the available lobby seats, but was met with the sight of the man’s broad chest directly behind her. Her eyes quickly bounced up, catching his eyes when he looked down at her. “My friend. He’s new to…well, the country.” She added as she looked back over at the woman behind the desk, letting out a small laugh at the end. Dev looked back at the woman as well, giving her a polite smile. “Hello.” He said.

And it was as if the sound of his voice ignited something within the woman, causing her to let out a giggle as she looked at him. “Hi.” She grinned, not taking her eyes off of him. Dev blinked at her, his smile only faltering slightly at the woman’s odd behavior. Magnolia's brows twitched, looking at the woman who was no longer paying her any attention and cutting her eyes to the tall man next to her who seemed to be a little uncomfortable.

After flicking her questioning gaze between the two for only a few seconds longer, she cleared her throat. “Jess?” She said.

“Yeah?” Jess responded her eyes only momentarily leaving Dev’s figure to look over at Magnolia as she bit at her lip, trying to keep her grin at bay.

“We’re gonna go to my uncle's office, Kay?” She said, not even trying to set up a walk-in appointment anymore. She was going to lie and say the man knew she would be here but there was no point in any of that since the receptionist seemed more than occupied just staring at the man next to her.

“Yeah, sure.” Jess sighed, still looking at the man next to her. Magnolia blinked, trying to keep her words at bay as a sour feeling spread through her chest. She just gave the woman a sarcastic smile, not that she could even see it, before reaching back and grabbing ahold of Deb’s hand to pull him away.

Dev didn’t protest the feeling of the woman’s grip on him, only glancing down at the contact and up at the back of her head as she pulled him through the foggy glass door to their left. It was silent as she dragged him down the hall, passing rooms with doors open as waiting patients sat for a doctor and some closed as they convoluted over their meeting. Dev could feel the annoyance radiating off of her Magnolia as she led him through the hall of the small clinic. He couldn’t tell what had her angry, but by the way, she gripped his hand and the small frown he saw before she turned her back to him, she was a little ticked off.

She composed herself when they got to a wooden door near the end of one of the halls she led them through. The name ‘Dr.Jenkins’ was written on the foggy glass panel in gold ink and fancy writing. Dev watched as Magnolia took in a deep breath and then let it out, her eyes closed as she tried to gain a sense of herself back.

She then turned and looked up at him, trying not to jump back at the sight of his bright eyes already on her. “You ready?” She asked, her voice as soft as ever.

“Yes,” Dev said, giving her a single nod. Magnolia nodded herself before opening the door, not even caring to knock.

Her smile was large as she stepped into the room, Dev’s hands still in hers. “Hey, Uncle Leroy.” She said to the man behind the desk, who looked up at the sound of his door opening. The man had small, rectangular glasses sitting on the edge of his nose, looking over from the papers on his desk and over the frames to see them.

His face automatically broke out into a grin at the sight of the woman. “Hey, my little moon pie.” He said, his voice light and smooth with a scruffy undertone. He stood from the seat of his leather chair, and that’s when Magnolia finally let go of Dev’s hand, moving to meet the man halfway, around the large dark wooden desk, in a hug. Dev watched as she smiled largely as she wrapped her arms around the man, trying not to pay attention to the cold feeling that washed over him once her hand left his.

They rocked back and forth for a few seconds, savoring the embrace. They then pulled away from the hug with a breath, the older man looking down at the girl. “It’s been months.” The man began, a fond look on his face as she looked down at her. Magnolia let out a small sigh, looking aura from the man’s gaze. “The only time I hear from you is when I see you at church or work. We barely talk anymore.”

“I know, Lee, I know,” Magnolia said. “I’ve just been busy since..everything.” She said, sparing Dev a quick glance out of the corner of her eye when she paused. Dev caught on to what she was saying, but oddly enough he had a feeling she wasn’t alluding to him when she mentioned everything.

Her eyes cut to him and the man before her looked his way. The brown-skinned man's eyes scanned Dev up and down skeptically before his eyes drifted back to Magnolia only briefly. Magnolia avoided his eye, her lips pursed into an awkward smile as she gazed at Dev.

“Ah, so this is what’s kept you busy.” The man stated, before stepping around the woman. Magnolia gaped in shock at his words, tilting her head as she tried to decipher what he meant by that. Before she could question him, Leroy spoke back up, now standing before Dev. His shoulders were squared as he looked up at the taller man. Dev kept his ground, although he did shirk himself in slightly due to the man’s smaller but as well as intimidating stature. The younger man studied the older man before him, taking in his salt and pepper goatee that matched his small fro.

“And you must be?” Leroy said before holding out his hand. Dev placed his hand into his, each of their grips firm on the other. “I am Dev-Em, sir.” He answered. Magnolia silently winded when he said his name but quickly fixed it when Leroy furrowed his brows and glanced over at her. “Dev-Em?” He repeated back to the man, his tone giving way to his confusion.

“Deven!” Magnolia yelped, causing both men to look over at her. “Deven, you have to say your full name, silly.” She quickly added, letting out a nervous laugh as she eased her way over to stand back next to the new man in her life. Her smile was strained on her face and she hoped the facade wasn’t obvious as she placed her hand on Dev’s bicep. “Sorry about him, he’s getting used to the whole Southern Hospitality thing.” She said to Leroy as she glanced between him and the man she stood next to. Dev was confused by the ordeal taking place before him but just went with whatever the short woman next to him said. That is what she said in the car on the way over and he was following her orders.

“His name is Deven Embrose. He’s from the United Kingdom. It’s, like, a lil nickname thing they do over there.” She finished, her hand still connected to Dev’s skin, to which she gave a small pat.

Leroy nodded, placing his hands in his pockets as he gave the tall man another once over. “So I heard.” He said, giving a lowly gesture to his mouth as she referred to the other man’s accent. “I’ve met a few men from across the pond in my day.” He nodded. Magnolia let out another bout of anxious laughter, unknowingly leaning into Dev’s side more. Neither of them seemed to pay attention to the touch she was applying, but Leroy did glance between them suspiciously.

“Anyways!” Magnolia was quick to inject before more questions about Dev’s past could be asked. “I’m here because he needs a check-up.”

“A check-up?” The older man asked. “Why? What happened?” He questioned.

“Oh, nothing much.” Magnolia shrugged. “There was just…a tumble that..occurred.” She explained as nonchalantly as she could, making up a lie on the spot. Leroy furrowed his brows again, his eye dating between the close pair. His suspicions were loud and clear within his gaze, especially in the way he eyed the random man who was with someone he considered a daughter.

“A tumble?” He echoed.

“Yup,” Magnolia said. “It happened when we were moving his things in. He fell down the stairs with a large box in his hands.”

“Fell down the stairs?” Leroy questioned in shock, his eyes moving across the young man before him to gauge any serious wounds on him at such a serious incident. Magnolia was quick to interject his scurrying mind. “Not down all of the stairs! It was just a small tumble down, like, the bottom five. Right, Dev?”

“Yes.” The man replied with a firm nod.

It was silent for a moment, the younger duo standing close as they waited for the older man to speak.

Leroy just nodded, completely unsure and a little stunned by whatever was going in before him. He just subtly shook his head as he blinked. “Okay, well why don’t we just go to one of the available rooms and get this checkup started.” He said with a small grin. Magnolia nodded as she moved out of the way for Leroy to walk through and led them to the room.

Once he was out, Dev looked down at the woman who made her way out of the door before him.

“You’re..bad at this.” He murmured. Magnolia shot a look at him over her shoulder, taken back by his audacity. “What?” She said but didn’t have any time to respond before she stopped outside of the room Leroy did.

He clicked the lights on and gestured them into the space. “Have a seat.” He said as he moved over to the counters that held tons of average-grade medical equipment. The sound of rubber stretching echoed within the small room as Dev sat on the leather seat of the operation chair. The chair was pretty large but the big man that sat in it made it seem like it was made for his form. Magnolia stood near the chair, her stature putting her at the perfect height so that she didn’t have to crane her head to see Dev’s face clearly.

Her lips were pursed as Leroy turned around with gloves now on his hands and his stethoscope out of his white coat.

“Okay, now why don’t you just take a deep breath in for me.” He said as he stepped over, placing the bell of the tool on Dev’s chest. Dev did as he said, his chest lifting outwards. “Now, release.” Dev followed his instructions, breathing out. Leroy just let out a small hum before taking the tool out of his ear and hanging it on his neck. He then took out a pen-like flashlight from his coat pocket and clicked it on.

Magnolia stood off to the side, watching the whole produce as Leroy foaled the small light into Dev’s eyes, who flowed a little upon impact but did as the man instructed about where to look. Leroy stood with another hum, pocketing the pen. “Everything looks fine to me. I’d just need to run a few more tests before you can head out. Let me alert one of my nurses.” He said before stepping out briefly.

He came back only seconds later. “So, Deven.” He began in a questioning tone as he began to switch out his gloves. His cadence caused Magnolia to throw her back as she released a silent groan, her movement catching Dev’s attention. He furrowed his brows at her as he watched her go back to normal when Leroy turned back around. “What do you do?” He asked.

“Military, sir.” He stated, his eyes briefly jumping to the woman next to him, making sure he remembered their small conversation from the car. Magnolia’s brows twitched as she tried to keep them from peaking since she wasn’t all too sure if they had scrapped the whole military story in the car or not. She could’ve sworn they decided not to go with that idea. And while she was having a mini internal freakout, Leroy just nodded. “What branch?”

“The Navy.” Magnolia was quick to add since she was certain most of this wasn’t covered in their small conversation from the car ride over. “Marines, more specifically.” She nodded.

“But why are you here? In America?” The old man continued to question, not paying much mind to her interjection this time.

“I got injured.” Dev was quick to respond, taking the woman who had eased her way next to him aback. “It wasn’t severe but it caused a lot of physiological trauma so I retired. I also wanted a change of scenery and Magnolia offered to house an old friend.” He explained. Leroy’s stare was stagnant, never wavering from the man as he listened to his story. Magnolia was still quite shocked. Not only at his quick thinking but also the way her stomach fluttered at hearing the sound of her mane on his lips for the first time.

“Okay,” Leroy said. The pair just blinked at him.

“Okay?” Magnolia replied, her tone slightly questioning. “That’s it?” She asked. Leroy just nodded. “Yeah. I’ve known you a long time, so I know how careful you are. Plus, you’re a grown woman. I’m not gonna ask too many questions.” He stated. Magnolia just nodded, and she honestly didn't think she had it in her to be shocked by anything anymore. If anything, the last 24 hours have proved anything is possible.

“But I still do have to run these tests.” He said as he glanced down at his watch, just time for a nurse to push in the machine that would check his vitals and blood pressure.

It didn’t take them long before they were out of the door.

“That was stressful.” Magnolia sighed, her shoulder slightly slumped as she walked before Dev as the pair made their way back to the lobby, Leroy absent since he had an actual patients waiting on him. “I’m stressed. I need something sweet.” She groaned. She then glanced back over at the tall man behind her. “You want something sweet. Ya’ like ice cream? I could go for some ice cream.” She rambled as she opened the door that looked like the one they walked into earlier, however, this door led them out on the opposite side of where they walked into, to the right of the receptionist's desk.

“I do not know what that is,” Dev stated. Magnolia paused and turned to him, just staring at him as she tried to gauge any sight of a lie within his gaze. Seeing the plain look the man was giving her, just staring into her eyes with no questions asked, she then broke out into a grin. “Oh, Dev, sweetie, I have so much to show you.” She said, her soft southern drawl almost luring him into a trance as she placed her hand on his arm, subconsciously rubbing her thumb against his skin.

It was however broken by the sound of someone speaking.

“Hey.”

The pair both looked over at the sound of Jess’s voice, the woman’s eyes trained solely on the man in front of her. She stood from her chair, showing her dark purple scrubs as she leaned forward to the tall counter and pushed over a small card. “It’s for you.” She said, a sultry grin on her face as she didn’t hide the way she eyed the man before her. Dev’s brows spiked a little in interest, the man reaching over and picking up the small piece of paper to see it held an odd series of numbers.

Magnolia tried her best to hide the frown that began at her brows as she watched, her eyes jumping between the ever-stoic Dev and the thirsty receptionist, Jess. She didn’t know why, but she got this sour tang in the back of her throat at the sight of Jess’s obvious flirting. Whether it was the way she didn’t care to even ask more about Dev before throwing herself at him or the fact that she was doing this all on the clock, hell, even the possibility that she and Dev could be together. She couldn’t care less about the specifics when this woman was obviously throwing herself at him right in front of her.

Dev blinked at the small card before looking back up at her. “Thanks.” He said, no smile, not even a nod. He just held the white card stock up in acknowledgment. Magnolia softly scoffed before quickly turning on her heels and strutting out of the clinic, her bunch of curly hair swinging on the top of her head. Dev was quick to follow her, not even sparing the woman behind him a glance as she tried to keep up with the only thing he knew in his new life.

The bell above the door chimed as they exited the clinic, entering the blazing sun shining down on them even from under the awning. Dev could feel a source of every course through his veins as he stood in the light but didn’t have time to focus on it before he felt the small card be ripped from his hands. He watched as Magnolia ripped the paper into pieces and then pocketed the scraps. She then pulled her keys from her purse, all in silence as Dev simply watched her.

Due to the pause in the atmosphere, she looked up once she held her keys to her truck to see the man staring at her. “What? I don’t litter.” She said before turning from him and walking over to her truck.

Dev followed behind her as usual, getting inside the odd contraption as he did before. “What was that she’d given me?” He asked as he copied the way to put on the seatbelt from watching her, glancing back now and then to see if it was correct.

“Her phone number.” She replied.

“What’s that?”

“It’s the way we communicate here without being face to face. We write letters as well but that takes too long. But then again, we also have electronic letters such as emails and text, so, I don’t know.” She shrugged, her tone flat as she started the car and began to pull out. Dev nodded, taking in what she said at face value since she didn't seem too in the mood to offer more context. Something both of them didn't bother to question.

“Why did she give me her number? Aren’t you her friend?”

Magnolia scoffed, glancing over at him. “Hell no, I’m just nice to her because it’s the right thing to do. She’s just doing her job and she works for my uncle.” She shrugged again. “And she gave you her number because she don’t want nothing but to get in the drawls.” She scoffed again, her tone bridging in pissed as she gripped the steering wheel.

“What?” Dev asked full-on confusion written across his face as he looked at her, not even focused on his task of gaining information by observing his surroundings. Magnolia paused, glancing over at him to see the look he was giving her. “She wanted nothing more than to just sleep with you, Dev.” She said bluntly. “That’s why she gave you her number. So you could call, talk, flirt a little, go out, and then hook up.” She explained as if it was obvious. Dev understood most of what she was saying, but he was still sort of lost on some parts.

“Hook up? What is that, how do you hook up?” He questioned.

“Sex.” She stated. “Hooking up is sex. Mating. The act most things do to reproduce offspring.” For some reason, she had no trouble explaining such things to him. Even though it was sort of awkward because she never really had to have “The Talk”™️ ever in her life, especially with a grown man, and with the way he was staring at her so intensely. But it seemed to just flow out. This conversation would probably be their easiest because every culture and race had to have sex…right? That’s how they had to reproduce?

“Ahh.” Dev nodded once he understood what it all meant. He then frowned, as if thinking over it all now. “She wanted to mate with me? We wouldn’t even be compatible. Her genetic makeup doesn’t offer anything to mine.” He said. Magnolia squinted her eyes in thought, blinking as she registered the way he stated that in her mind. She opened her mouth to respond but came out saying nothing.

“Hey, the check-up wasn’t so bad, was it?” She chimed in after a moment of silence. Dev glanced back over at her, giving a silent nod before realizing she probably couldn’t see him. “It went well. Odd, but well.” He said. “You’re terrible at lying on the spot, though.” He added.

Magnolia opened her mouth to say something snarky at his comment, but could only let out a small sigh. “Yeah, I know. I get nervous when being put on the spot.”

“Your uncle is an interesting character.”

“Yeah, he gets that a lot. I say he’s a little nosy but he likes to call it cautious. My grandma used to blame his age but he’s been like that my whole life and I’m almost thirty.” She told, a fond grin making its way into her face as memories began to flash in her mind. Memories filled with the family she used to have and the good times she always thought of before closing her eyes at night for a good night's rest.

Dev could sense the newfound softness in her voice at the mention of her grandmother. He stared at her, watching the subtle smile grace her lips as she zoned off within the hum of the road. He wanted to question more about what seemed to be the connection between the old man and her but could tell it was a sensitive subject by every mention of her. That and whatever that small conversation between her and Leroy was before his presence was made known.

“So, you wanna try some ice cream or what?” She suddenly asked, glancing over at him. Dev simply nodded, causing her to grin as she drove to the perfect spot.

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Before he could even get to observe his surroundings, they out of the car and walking into another establishment that had a lot of windows. The bell above the door chimed again, causing him to look up. “Another bell. Why the bell?” He asked, following closely behind the woman as his senses became invaded with a plethora of smells and sounds. He blinked frantically with a small frown, trying to clear his mind of the loud noise that surrounded him.

“It alerts the staff that new customers have arrived.” He heard Magnolia’s voice speak over the chaos, and it was as if that was all he needed to snap back in. Honing in on the sound of her voice caused the other sounds around him to come to a halt, to the point where he didn’t even hear them anymore. “It gets annoying but diners tend to keep that traditional vibe for some reason.” She finished with a shrug. She gave the person behind the counter a large smile with a wave before moving her way through the diner.

The pair passed countless booths that held a variety of people, from kids who were full of sugar and agitating their parents to groups of teens who gossiped around the small devices in their hands. Dev looked around at it all while it seemed that Magnolia led them somewhere she wanted to go since some of the tables they passed were empty.

He stopped, watching her drop herself into a booth by the window, scooting in the middle of the seat. Dev followed suit, watching as she pulled the large menus from the little folder stand next to her and handed him one.

He copied her actions, looking at the variety of names in the list before him. Some held small pictures of the food next to its name, but majority of the list he had no idea what was. Except water and he wasn’t quite sure why that was on the menu since it held no price next to it.

“I have no idea what any of this is.” He spoke as he placed the menu down on the table with a little force, sort of fed up with being utterly confused by most of everything around him. Magnolia hummed, placing her menu down as well with a nod. “I figured. Are you hungry?” She asked.

“No.” He shook his head innocently, staring at her. “I ate quite a bit this morning.” Magnolia let out a small chuckle at his words. “Boy, don’t I know it. I’m gonna have to go grocery shopping this week. I mean, I know I cooked it all but usually I have leftovers.” She said. Dev looked down, his eyes darting to his hands on the table. He couldn’t help but feel a little bad at that. That he was invading her space.

Magnolia’s smile faded slightly. She reached her arm across the table, placing her smaller hand atop his large ones. “Hey,” She said in a soft tone. She tilted her head down just as he looked up at her call, connecting his bright-colored eyes with hers. “I’m just pokin’ fun.” She stated with a mere grin. “I’m happy to have you in my home. I know have someone who can respond to the nonsense that I say.” She chided, causing him to let out a small chortle.

“You do talk a lot.” He stated nonchalantly. Magnolia blinked at his words. “Okay, ouch.” She said, but her smile was still there to let her know she wasn’t actually hurt by his words. Their small bonding moment was then interrupted by the sound of a voice coming up to them.

“Who comes to work on their day off?” The smooth voice of a familiar man spoke up, causing the pair to look over. A large smile instantly broke out into Magnolia’s features while she looked up at the man who made his way over to them, her hand unknowingly sifting away from Dev’s, that cold feeling enveloping him again just as it did at Leroy’s clinic.

“Someone who loves their job,” Magnolia said, looking up at him as he stopped in front of their table. The man rolled his eyes at her, pulling a notepad out of his coat jacket. “Yeah, whatever, kiss-ass. You just got a raise out of me. You’re not getting another this soon.” He said as he flipped the pad and pen in his hands.

“Oh, you’ll know when I’m kissing ass, G.” She said, causing them both to let out a small laugh. The man’s gaze then drifted to Dev, who eyed the obviously familiar pair with a subtly arched brow. The stranger held out his hand, his gold watch peaking from underneath the expensive brown suit he had on, the man standing out against the rest of the diner. “Giorgio Clarance, nice to meet you.” He introduced himself.

Dev placed his hand into his, both of their grips firm as they stared at one another. “Deven Embrose.” He said, speaking the name Magnolia made up earlier. It felt weird coming off of his tongue, unnatural. He just hoped Giorgio couldn’t tell.

The overdressed man hummed at his words. “Around the way type of guy, I see.” He said with a nod. “Cool.” He stated simply, giving the man a plain once over before directing his attention back to Magnolia. Dev furrowed his brows at the man’s dismissal of him, one that was a little hostile with the look he was just given. He tried not to read much into it, but he couldn’t help but question if he felt that Giorgio was throwing at him.

“He’s my boss,” Magnolia spoke up, seeing the questioning look on Dev’s face, thinking that’s what he was questioning. “He owns this place.”

“And others,” Giorgio added with a smirk.

“And others,” Magnolia repeated in a stupid tone, playfully rolling her eyes at him. Dev's eyes jumped between them. He nodded at what Magnolia told him “I’m a chef. Well, a baker.” She stated. Dev's eyes gleamed at that, and he was about to say something to her about her occupation before Giorgio cut in.

“A Chef.” He retorted firmly, looking down at her with a small frown. “What did I tell you about cutting yourself short? You are a chef.” He said, and Magnolia softly rolled her eyes at him again, looking down at her hands, though she couldn’t hide the soft smile on her face at his words.

“All I know how to really do is bake.” She said softly, looking up at Dev as if she was answering him. He could only offer her a polite smile back before her eyes drifted away and toward the man who stood next to them.

“You make amazing pastries for two a five start restaurants.” At this point, he had leaned down, slightly holding his weight on the table with his hands so he could be closer to Magnolia. Magnolia looked him in the eye, her face as neutral as it could be due to his praise. As if this proximity for them was normal as if they did this all the time and were fine. Dev, on the other hand, was not fine. He raised his hands from the table, leaning his back against the cushion leather seat of the booth. His brows twitched into a frown, staring the at side of the man’s head as his view of Magnolia was almost blocked. Almost.

“In the diner, you may be the baker, but at Augusto’s Chevalier, you’re a chef.” He explained, never once taking his eyes off the woman next to him. “You think they differentiate all that back there in that kitchen?” Magnolia squinted her eyes at him with a slight tilt of her head.

“They literally do?…in every kitchen.” She said, understanding the point her good friend was trying to make but also not seeing how a restaurant business mogul didn’t know such a thing.

“Yeah, whatever.” He said with a shrug as he waved her off playfully.

She rolled her eyes at him again. “Are you gonna take our order or not Mr. Hotshot?” She asked with a playful smirk, looking at the man decked in a nice suit and gold jewelry whose face stood only a few feet away from hers. She caught sight of Dev’s bright eyes next to his briefly, staring at her intensely. She felt a chill run down her spine at the gaze, but her eyes never directly met his.

“No, actually. I just came to speak.” He said to her with a small smile. He then turned his head, giving the man next to them a sideways glance and another once-over. He let out a dry chortle that was barely audible before rising from his relaxed position to stand fully. “This is just for show.” He said, gesturing to the pen and paper he’d gathered from his large blazer.

“Good, because we’re not even ready to order,” Magnolia said. Giorgio just hummed with a nod, giving her face one last good look. “It was nice seeing you, Magnolia.” He practically purred, his eyes trained on her face. Magnolia nodded at his words. “It was nice seeing you again too, G.” She said, giving him a soft smile. Giorgio couldn’t help but smile at the name, his perfect teeth showing as he looked at her, gleaming in contrast to his chocolate skin. He blinked before his gaze drifted to the other man at the booth. He nodded his head down at Dev before walking away from them, passing by Magnolia.

Dev sat there, watching the man leave their table. He didn’t even offer a nod back to Giorgio. He just stayed in place, a stone-cold look on his face, even when Giorgio glanced back at Magnolia with a smirk, said woman eyeing the menu. His eyes drifted to Dev’s, his grin turning more sinister before leaving his eyesight.

“Not gonna lie, I could go for a butter pecan.” He was snapped out of his trance at the sound of the woman mumbling to herself. “I’m definitely getting up there because I used to hate that shit.” She let out a small chortle of herself. Dev’s gaze moved across her form, not speaking as he continued to think about the interaction between Giorgio and Magnolia. “I never had pistachio, maybe I should try that.” She said, continuing her search, unbeknownst of the watching eyes she had on her.

She then looked up, slightly shaken to see the man’s gaze on her already but didn’t speak on it. “I’m gonna start you off simple with a waffle cone and some chocolate ice cream. I know vanilla is more basic, but I said simple, not plain.” She stated, waving her finger about as she explained the rundown to him, her abundance of jewelry clinging about. “But don’t get me wrong, I love a good vanilla. Especially a homemade one? Tuh! Word around town is your girls makes the best.”

“I think Giorgio wants to hook up with you.”

Magnolia’s head jerked back at Dev’s statement as her smile dropped. “What?” Her face contorted between confusion and disgust but also a little bit of intrigue as she tried to gather what Dev saw. “No, I’m positive he does not.” She said, letting out a nervous laugh at what her newfound friend said.

“He was acting a little like Jess.” Dev continued, not taking his eyes away from the woman in front of him. “Just a little different.”

“That’s just how we interact here.” She said softly, sitting forward more in her seat to lean closer to him as she began to explain. “He’s technically my boss and I’m his worker. In today’s time, to create a more healthy work environment, bosses tend to be friendly to their staff so what they’re doing isn’t considered slave labor.” She said letting out a small chuckle. “That and so their bond is somewhat like a work family and that there’s a trust put into everything said company produces.” She explained. She then worked her head, looking him in the eye. “We’re just friends.” She said softly. “Barely even that, we’ve never even gone out for a beverage.”

“He looks at you a lot,” Dev continued to comment, his face still the same even though this warm feeling spread through him at the way she was gazing at him over the table. He had subconsciously leaned forward in his seat and against the table, the pair sitting closer to one another.

“That’s what we do here. Eye contact is expected in most settings.” She said, her eyes stuck on his. They were practically whispering now, faces sort of close as they leaned across the table. “I mean, look at us now. I look at you, you look at me.”

“That is because we are having a conversation.”

“Were me and Giorgio not having a conversation?”

“Yes, but even when you weren’t looking at him, he was looking at you. Everywhere.”

“You look at me all the time.” Magnolia was quick to add to their small and somewhat silent argument, ignoring the last part about Giorgio’s eyes drifting over her figure when she wasn’t looking.

“I am observing because I am new here. What’s his excuse?” Dev added with a small tilt of his head. Magnolia let up a quick gasp at his words, looking him up and down. “Oh, you’re a little sassy when you want to be.” She said with a playful grin. Dev’s face stayed stoic, causing her to let out a small laugh. “Dev, relax and pick out an ice cream door before it gets dark out.” She said, jerking her head out of the window at the cloud-covered sun. “I hate driving in the dark.” She said softly before going back to her menu.

Dev blinked at her before looking down at his menu in front of him, both still leaned forward on the table as they observed what they were going to have.

His mind was clouded, full of questions and thoughts regarding not only the ones Ms out of his new life, it whatever was going on between Giorgio and Magnolia. Dev was no stranger to emotions, as oddly as he acted about them. He’d never really felt such staring emotions about anyone, not even his intended, but he’s seen those who have. And he could see that there were feelings between the two, even if it was one-sided. And something was telling him that Giorgio was the one that fancied her more, which caused this acidic feeling to enter the back of his throat and made his face want to contort into a scowl.

Giorgio rubbed him the wrong way and it’s not just because he’s into Magnolia. Although, Dev wasn’t quite sure why that last part bothered him more.

Magnolia on the other hand was simply a little confused. This had been the first time anyone had ever told her such a thing about her and Giorgio. Although they weren’t friends who went out anywhere, they’ve been around and conversed with others, and nothing of the sort has ever come up. She didn’t know what Dev saw, or if she could even trust his judgment since he was new to earth and e everything.

What bothered her most was that she wasn’t sure if she disliked the thought of Giorgio liking her. It was her boss after all and that wouldn’t be good for business, so she was more than likely never going to outside anything, but she couldn’t deny that he was an attractive man. A wealthy attractive man with a Brooklyn accent that dressed well. To Magnolia, he was a city boy through and through, and that intrigued her southern little behind. He was no blue-collar man, but she wasn’t picky and didn’t necessarily have a type. She was just used to one thing. All that to say is it were true, she wouldn’t mind hopping on the ride.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Dev’s speaking.

“I don’t want to hook up with Jess either.” He said, causing her to look and connect their eyes. “Ever.” He finished. Magnolia blinked in confusion before simply nodding. “Okay.” She said before looking back down at her menu. Dev frowned, looking at the top of her head.

“And you don’t want to hook up with Giorgio, right?” He questioned. Magnolia let out a small laugh before looking back up at him. “No, I do not, Dev.” She said softly, looking into his eyes, which were now a soft green. Even though she sort of contradicted her previous thoughts, she was telling the truth, she didn’t necessarily want to hook up with him. Dev’s eyes jumped between hers, trying to see if he could almost sense a lie from her. He then blinked with a nod. “Good.” He said, looking at her intensely before going back to his menu. Magnolia frowned in confusion at him in what he meant by that but was cut off by Dev speaking again.

“When do we get this ice cream? Where is it coming from?” He asked, looking over his shoulder as he observed the thing in the diner. Magnolia pursed her lips, watching him.

“There's so much you have to learn, honeybun, so when we get home, we’re watching movies.” She said. “There’s only so much I can do for you, sweet pea.” She said as she shook her head with a sad smile.

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A Baby? (Ouch part 2)

a quasi part two to this. just a drabble yall. it has no rhyme or reason.

trigger warnings: use condoms, doctor talks, endometriosis talk, bad writing lol

plot: i suggest female obgyns personally.

                You were sitting on top of the examination table. The stirrups had been placed to the side a while ago and now you were just waiting. For the inevitable.

“Well…you know, endometriosis…there no cure for it. So our options are birth control  or you get pregnant.”

It was an age old conversation. How do you want to stop your horrible periods every month? Some kind of hormonal patch, shot, weird twig thing or a loving bundle of responsibility.

“I think I will take the IUD.” You said tapping your stomach.

The doctor paused for a moment, only sound in the room was the click clacking of his keyboard.

A breath. “You know, you’re 30.”

“I know.”

“You have one ovary.”

“I know.”

“…Don’t get me wrong. You have plenty of eggs so it functions well…but you’re not getting younger kid.” He turned to you then. He was being sincere; you could tell but… “Doesn’t your mom want grandchildren.”

“She has a grandchild. She’s fine.”

He smiled, “I’m sure she wants your grandchild. …We can do the IUD but you’ll also need to come back for…”

                “And then he told me, ‘You should stop being selfish. Think about having that kid.’ Like what the fuck.” You said, your feet kicked up over Terry’s lap container of general chicken in one hand, chop sticks in the other.

“No he didn’t. What did you say?”

“…Give me the IUD.”

“That’s it? You should have cursed his ass out. I told you should have let me come, I would have told his old ass where to go with his old ass doctoring-

“Yeah, and like they say that babies don’t even really help with endo. It’s just like a patch. So now what, I have a fucking baby and debilitating pain during periods. No thank you.”

“Right. How could he suggest this? What kind of doctor is he? What’s his name again? I’m gonna leave a bad review.”

“And I mean.” You sat up tucking your legs up underneath you. “Who am I going to have a baby with anyway?”

Silence.

You looked over at Terry, and he was looking at the TV, but he wasn’t really looking at it. Not really. He just wasn’t looking at you.

“What?”

“What you mean what?”

“What you got to say? Why you so quiet?”

“Nothing.”

“Terry.”

A breath. “…I mean…you could have a baby with me.”

“What?!”

“If you wanted to. If you needed to. You know…for your endometriosis. Or…” Looking at you now. “If you just want to.”

“Terry, what the fuck are you talking about? You want kids?”

“No.” He reached forward, turning the tv off with the remote. “…Shit. I don’t know. Like you said who am I going to have a baby with. Why not me?”

“…Terry, we’re not married.”

“Who said we had to be married?”

He was right. You sat the container down. “Okay, but like we haven’t even put a label on whatever this is.”

Another 5 heads, six nipples stare down. “…Girl.” He chuckled. “I’ve been fucking you into the mattress every night, every other night, for 6 months now. You are sitting on my couch in a night shirt that you got out of a drawer in my bedroom. You know one of the 3 drawers you have in my 6-drawer dresser. You have a toothbrush, hair dryer, flat iron, and a hot comb here and I signed for one of your amazon packages today. What do you think this is?”

You fought back a smirk, “…Okay, but you still haven’t said what it is.”

“Neither have you. But if you need to know, you’re mine and I am damn sure yours. And if you really really need to know, if any other man comes near you…anything is a weapon to me. And I have a valid excuse for going crazy on dude.”

“Again, with the caveman stuff. My god. Did your mom teach you manners?” You giggled as he pulled at your leg. You scooted closer to him.

“I mean, baby.” He lifted your chin up. “I haven’t thought about kids, and yeah we’ve only been together for six months, so maybe it is too early for kids. But if you got pregnant, I wouldn’t be unhappy. And if you needed to be married to make it legitimate to you, I won’t oppose it. Like married, not married, pregnant, not pregnant, I want you. And I want you to be happy, and healthy, and not crampy. So if you needed it or wanted it, or if happened by accident, I’m cool.”

You grinned, the speech warming you to your core, “Cool.” But let’s be realistic. “But I did get the IUD, so we shouldn’t have to worry about that. I mean if you wanted to be extra sure, there’s a pack of condoms in your top drawer.”

“Nah.” --------------------

A/N: Partially Inspired by True events. Like 4 days after my 23rd or 24th birthday (2019), an ovarian cyst I had ruptured and I had to have surgery to get it out. It resulted in me losing my left ovary (or my right…I SERIOUSLY ALWAYS FORGET. I really think COVID killed my brain cells) and when I visited my doctor afterwards, that is the conversation I had.

Except I was in my TWENTIES.

That MAN told me I was not getting any younger in my early twenties and that my mom really wanted my grandchildren specifically. He was a nice guy but I didn’t realize how crazy that conversation was until I retold it to my current OB and she said,

“Well why in the hell would he say that?”

I hope yall enjoyed my thinly veiled piece of self insert fan-fiction lol.

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ouch.

terry richmond x black!female reader

plot: use your words

triggers: non-sexual pain, reader is unable to verbalize at times, reproductive pains, mentions of menstruation, use of the n-word, characters have my flippant sense of humor.

a/n: not a slightly smutty drabble in the middle of a work day. this is not edited. it comes from personal experience. i just had a thought of trying to put down in words what i go through personally.

your back arches, curving around his warm splayed hand. he’s giving you what you asked for. No mercy. You can hear his balls slapping, you can hear your bed creaking.

1 thrust.

2 thrust.

3 thrust.

4…and oh god.

“Ah.” You start, your hands on his shoulders clenching but also pushing. You can feel it. It’s big, it’s strong and it’s coming fast. You push a little more but he just chuckles, still panting in your ear, still thrusting.

“oh nah, you asked for this.” He says, slightly twangier because barriers had been lifted once he was 8 inches deep. “take this shit. Take it baby. Fuuck.” He buries his head in your neck, somehow going faster, deeper.

You were squeezing him now, both your hands and your pussy. Clenching on him so tight because whatever was coming next was going to throw you. He was too deep or it just felt too good. It was just hitting too good.

It was trouble.

“Terry please…” You didn’t know how to verbalize it. How to tell him that you needed him to stop, and if he kept hitting you in that particular place, at that particular pace that you might- “FUCK!”

And you could feel his arrogant smirk as you fluttered around him, your pussy signaling that he was hitting all the right spots. “Oh I know….” He said as you begged. You didn’t know whether or not you were begging for him to stop or to ram you through the wall.

 “You better come all over this dick.” He licked up the side of your neck. “Fuck that’s right squeeze me baby. You love it.”

You couldn’t control it even if you wanted to. You were so sensitive that even if he pulled out, you would probably cum. “Terry…fuck I’m about to cum!!” You wailed out.

And cum you did.

It was magical…at first.

Strong, so strong it’s like it rushed up to your head and back down to your toes. Your body arched up to his, and he held you through it. You couldn’t breathe so your moan got stuck somewhere in the air. He was mumbling the nastiest things to you as he shot his seed inside of you, your clenching getting him off.

….and when it wasn’t magical, it fucking hurt.

You pushed him off of you with whatever strength you had left. Hunching over like someone had kicked you, you had three point five seconds to calm your abdomen down before it went into a full spasm.

“Fuck. No No.” You groaned as the aftershocks of the orgasm twitched through your abdomen.

“What the fuck.” Terry said standing up from the bed in all his naked, semi erect glory. “Shit baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He touched your shoulder but you shook him off, trying to focus on not getting a fucking cramp.

How do explain to the man you’re fucking that…oh yeah sometimes when I have a fucking orgasm, I also have debilitating cramps.

You breathed through the last tingles, and when your stomach stopped jerking as if it wanted to cramp you were able to speak again. As blank face as you could mustered, you adjusted yourself so you were laying on a pillow. “I’m okay. Sorry about that. I’m good.”

And Terry? Who was looking at you like you had six heads and five nipples? Oh, He wasn’t having that.

“You’re good? Girl, what the fuck was that? You pushed me off you like I had…” He stopped, standing up quickly. He looked back at you, eyes wide with fear. “Did I miss a signal? Shit. Were you trying to push me off for real? Shit baby, did I –“ Now holding your cheeks examining you for harm.

You shook your head, almost laughing, “No, no Ter. Its nothing like that. You didn’t hurt me. Not on purpose. It wasn’t your fault at all. My stupid body-” You sighed, sitting against your headboard. “I just…sometimes like when I’m ovulating or close to my cycle, I get cramps after I have a really strong orgasm. It just happens sometimes. I usually take ibuprofen before I know we’re going to have sex but…”

Terry rolled his neck nodding with a rolling smile like he was a little ashamed of how he had tossed you over his shoulder once you opened the door when he told you he was outside, “Yeah, sorry about that. I mean…it your fault kind of. Nobody told you to answer the door like that.”

“Nigga it’s a night shirt. It’s got kissy faces on it.”

“It turns me on.”

He slid back into your bed, easing you into his arms. His hand hovered over your stomach just for a moment, before sliding against it. He rubbed in soft, gentle circles. “How you feeling now?”

“I’m okay. Weird thing about them, it’s like –“ You made a gesture like a roller coaster. “Like I orgasm, the orgasm is fucking great and then it’s like I’m not orgasming anymore. I’m spasming, and I can only control the spasm so much before it becomes a full-blown cramp. But if I can control them, it subsides and I’m fine. Like nothing happened. I’m fine…stop looking at me like that.”

“Has this happened with me before and you didn’t tell me?”

Silence.

“I’m going to throw you off this bed-"

“So first you give me a cramp inducing orgasm, and now you are going to throw me off the bed. Sounds abusive to me.” You smirked, and laughed as he shoved you a little.

“Stop. For real, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause the orgasm was good?” You sighed when you felt his look. “…it’s embarrassing. I shouldn’t have to warn someone that hey I might get a cramp if you give me a strong enough orgasm btw.”

“It’s not embarrassing. If you would have told me, I could have slowed down. Let you ease into that shit or something. Let you take a break. Hell stopped if we had to. You shouldn’t have to suffer just because I like making you cum.”

“But I wanna cum.”

He kissed you. “And I want to make you cum but I don’t want you to have a cramp. So, let’s figure out what works… if you’re up for it.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you were up for it. You positioned yourself on your knees and elbows, your back slightly arched. You looked back at him grinning.

“Didn’t you just… See…” He could barely keep the grin off his face. “We’re going to need a ‘you’re going to give me a cramp’ safe word if you’re going to do shit like this.”

He was palming your ass before you could open your mouth, hand drifting to adjust your arch just how he liked it.

You smirked.

“…let’s go with Pedialyte.”

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Brats give the best head.

(This is a repost since mf tumblr flagged it)

"Mmpphh. Mmpphhmp... Chu'kna..."

"Don't talk with your mouth full brat... it's rude you know that?"

Sukuna says between grunts, while you're bobbing up and down on one of his abnormally thick cocks, as you're stroking with both hands the other that has been drenched with saliva. You know, most people don't usually suck on a 13 inches penis easily, especially when there are two of them, not to mention the girth. But most people aren't Ryomen Sukuna's little brat. You can't count how many times he punished you with them after an argument or for simply talking back. It came to a point where all your holes took the shape of his twins, expanding them so you could be ruined for other men for good. This is what he planned since the day he met you. And the girl who struggled to go all the way down is gone. You're now sucking him like a pro, twisting your head and hands in ways that make him growl. You go up and down with ease, making the nastiest, most animalistic groans and slurping sounds that you know drive the King of Curses insane. Of course, your soft and plump pink and brown lips wrapped around him and sliding with ease adds some sensations. But aside from the amazing feeling you're giving him, what he loves the most is the slutty, dirty look you’re always giving him. Your hollowed cheeks as you take him in your mouth, your nose heavily running like you are a 2 yo old on a cold day, your face fresh with tears and smeared makeup and covered with saliva, these lusty, fuck me eyes you’re giving him while making bubbles of spit on his large cock feels like heaven. But Sukuna is a greedy man. He pushes your head, increasing the slurping noises and his pleasure.

“Fuuuuuuuck brat. Taking my cocks like the goooood whore that you are… trained my bratty girl so well…” You hum in confirmation, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through him. He hisses and groans but almost loses it once he feels you playing with his huge drenched balls and gooch. Now he’s moaning, it’s music to your ears. He stops pushing your head to grip your coils with one hand, his claws scratching your scalp as his other hands grip the bedsheets, threatening to tear them apart. You look him in the eyes as you’re bobbing your head up and down, stroking his other dick with one hand while massaging his wet balls and gooch with the other. You let more and more saliva drip down his length, the slurps and gagging sounds increasing as you go deeper and faster. You notice your king drooling and heavily breathing as you’re sucking his soul. So you decide to switch cocks, making a real mess on him and your face. You suck one and suck on the other all while keeping your drenched hands busy. Sukuna bites his lips so hard he might draw blood, he’s getting closer and closer to the edge, you’re making him feel so good he feels like he’s going to explode. You’re so nasty and disgusting, he has never seen anyone like you before, and that’s exactly what he wanted. You can hear the sheets getting torn out by his claws from how tightly he’s gripping them.

“Y/n, I- I’m gonna…. I'm gonna c-cum…” Then that’s when you decide to deliver the final blow. Your tongue starts licking his frenulum fervently, one hand massages the tip of his other cock, and the other is now only focused on his gooch. He can barely talk anymore. He groans so loudly the sound resonates in the entire room. He shoots his salty cum right in your mouth, so you close it to feel everything and not waste a single drop of it. You feel the warm sticky semen dripping on your hand from his other cock. While you suckle on his tip a little, you look at him, his red eyes half lidded and see how out of breath he is, this look of bliss he got on his face. You take him out of your mouth to swallow his cum and lick what he has spilled on your hand. Then you pull out your pink tongue to show him that you swallowed everything. He hums softly, slowly catching his breath, and grabs your wet cheeks with one hand, admiring your state. Your cheeks covered in saliva, your wet lips, your fucked up makeup… now he wanna see you fucked out and boneless.

“Good girl. Always pleasing me. Seems like you deserve a reward, don't you?” You nod eagerly, already anticipating what’s coming. “Yes Sukuna~”

Header: Cinnabus on twitter

Taglist: @imm0rtalbutterfly @blushingbelle @nsfwinami @that-weeb-in-ur-closet

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Dead Lovers

I probably should've drawn this by December 24th, but my time management is a mess

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you sighed, head resting against satoru’s shoulder as you cuddled on the couch. you gestured animatedly with your hands as you vented, “and then mika just swooped in and acted like she did everything. i didn’t even get a chance to explain because everyone was too busy praising her. it was so annoying—”

“kiss me.”

your head snapped up, and you pulled away slightly, sitting upright to glare at him. “what?”

“I said, kiss me,” he repeated with a smirk, tilting his head back against the couch as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

your pout was immediate, arms crossing tightly over your chest. “you weren’t even listening, were you? here I am, opening up about something that really bothers me, and all you—”

satoru reached out, catching your wrist and gently tugging you back into his arms. you landed against his chest with a small huff, cheeks still puffed out in frustration.

“i was listening,” he murmured, his chin resting lightly on top of your head. “you stayed up late working on the project, skipped dinner, and poured your heart into it. then your professor barely acknowledged you, and that girl—what’s her name? mika— took credit for everything. now you’re mad because no one noticed how much effort you put in.”

your body went still, wide eyes staring up at him in surprise. “you… you really heard all of that?”

“every word,” satoru said, his lips brushing lightly against your temple. “now, can I please have my kiss?”

you bit your lip, the corners of your mouth twitching as a smile began to form. with a quiet laugh, you tilted your face up to meet his gaze. “you’re such a pain, you know that?”

“yeah, yeah.” he smirked, cupping your cheek. “now stop stalling.”

this time, you leaned in willingly, lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss.

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your eyes only!

...or it was, until you accidentally flashed his friends!

pairing: teacher!Geto x gf!reader

content: MDNI, au where Geto never defected, unprotected piv sex, flashing, spitting, doggy style, obligatory reader gets stuck porn trope oneshot LMFAO, established relationships, soft dom Geto ig, he's a lil possessive, implied taking photos during sex, creampie, guys it's just filthy

prompt sixteen from @egglain dickcember !! the absolutely GORGEOUS art by @zuunary (who everyone should go follow seriously) and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

There wasn't much you wouldn't do for your boyfriend.

Apparently that included discarding your dignity at the door, considering the fact you were currently wearing nothing under your skirt, the cold draft creeping through the broken window of his office more unforgiving than usual considering how much of you was left bare under the short, thin fabric.

Suguru was supposed to show twenty minutes ago.

But you couldn't exactly ask him where he was considering he didn't know where you were right now. Which was sitting in his chair, riffling through all the papers and notes of his desk (most of which were silly ones you'd stuck to his lunch, ones you guessed he'd peeled off and saved somewhere he thought you wouldn't see). The long coat and scarf you'd worn over your clothes here was thrown across of the opposing armchairs, but you were starting to consider throwing it back on before you froze half to death, starting to shiver, nipples already hardening and starting to poke through the your almost see-through shirt.

He probably just was finishing picking up some paperwork from Nanami or maybe held up by one of the students with a question after training. You sighed, the drawer rattling as you shoved it closed again, turning your attention to his little collection of fancy pens tucked in a souvenir cup Gojo had gotten him a few years ago. You'd probably blame Suguru's tardiness on him if he wasn't out on a solo mission a plane ride away.

It was stupid. Or just stupider than what you were currently doing, trying to twirl one of them on the tip of your finger just to send it flying into the corner of the room, watching it hit the wall and roll behind one of the filing cabinets lined up underneath the windows.

Trying to pull your skirt down to cover more than your ass when you walked over, squatting down to squint in the shadows just to discover it had rolled all the way back behind the middle filing cabinets out of your reach. Huffing, you struggled to pull out one of heavy metal rectangles, heaving to move it backwards until you had enough space to fit behind the first one.

The floor was clean, at least.

Getting down on your hands and knees, painfully aware of how exposed you were when you had to crawl to reach it, palm outstretched and about to close around the sleek metal of the pen when the door creaked opened.

"And then, I swear it-" The all-too-familiar sound of Gojo's rambling was cut off by what sounded like Nanami clearing his throat.

You might actually ask your boyfriend's best friend to hollow purple you.

You knew you needed to move. Wiggle out and try to cover yourself up before finding a hole to curl up and die from embarrassment in since you apparently just accidently flashed two of your longtime friends and coworkers.

"Get out."

Suguru's voice wasn't a warning, but a command, low and firm as the door suddenly slammed shut, the clock of the lock clicking into place. You hadn't even begun to shuffle backwards before the filing cabinet was suddenly pressed against your hip, cold metal pinning you between it and the wall.

Stuck.

"S-Sugu, I can't move," You stammered, every breath getting caught in your throat when you tried to move, but it wouldn't budge, trying to glance back over your shoulder at your boyfriend when there was barely any room.

"Uh-huh," He wryly murmured, closer than you expected.

It struck you after another second that he was the reason you couldn't move, that he pushed it to keep you stuck like this was some cheap porno. Your mind was already trying to think of a tagline before his palm grazed against the curve of your ass, your thighs already damp from the weight of his presence, the energy rolling off him in heated waves that seemed to sink and simmer into your stomach. The realization sinking in that you really were trapped and at his mercy.

"Care to explain this?" He spoke slowly, his words deceptively soft as his fingertips skimmed down to the inside of your thighs, phantom touches sending shivers down your spine.

"Your pen fell," You muttered, weakly wigging back into his hand, not really trying to escape, but his other hand landed on your hip, pushing up your skirt the rest of the way like he hadn't been able to get a full view from the moment he stepped in.

"Uh-huh," He repeated, a slow drawl to match the creep of his finger curling down to cup your cunt.

"D-did Gojo get back early?" You shivered as he suddenly rolled your clit carefully between two sturdy fingers, tsk-ing his tongue in disapproval.

"Why? You wanted to surprise him too?" Suguru dryly mocked, collecting the slick now dripping down your thighs before his hand pulled back, waiting until you whined at the absence of his heat to bring his palm down for a smack! you hoped they didn't hear down the hall.

"Don't act like you wouldn't love cu-" You yelped when he spanked you the second time, your own taunt cut off by the sharp sting of his fingers connecting with your clit.

Before you could react, you felt something wet hit your bare skin, barely registering the fact he just spit on your cunt for lube before his fingers were messaging the sore and swollen bud again, softer this time to soothe the pain and overwrite the pleasure.

"Y-you, fuck," You muttered, biting down on your lip, lost in what you were trying to say when you heard the sound of his belt hitting the ground, the rustle of clothing before something warm was nudged at your entrance, teasingly rubbing the thick head of his cock to watch you mindlessly try to grind back against it.

"You wanna try saying that again?" He hm-ed, like he didn't just want to hear you whimper trying to catch the tip against your entrance and edge it inside.

"You're such an a-"

Suguru shoved the first inches in to shut you up, a moan they definitely heard escaping your mouth at how easily he slipped in, pushing past the first bit of resistance to start inching forward.

"I'm sorry, baby, what's that?" He murmured, his hips hitting your ass when he buried himself in to the hilt, his honeyed voice making you shiver just as much as his tip smashing against your cervix was. He held it there, only moving to angle himself deeper.

All you could do was throb, pinned between the cabinets and the wall while he filled you up, not giving you the space to think of anything but him.

"You're being mean," You desperately mewled, one of his huge hands pushing your shirt up to trace an appreciative line up your spine, refusing to pull out like it was some petty punishment.

"You want me to be nice?" He chuckled, knowing the condescension only made you squeeze around him tighter, cling to him more.

"N-no," You reluctantly admitted.

He leaned in so his chest was pressed against your back, slipping his hand around to grip your throat, lightly applying pressure before his fingers drifted up until his thumb grabbed your chin, forcing you to crane your neck to the side to look back at him over your shoulder. You expected him to kiss you.

But he clicked his tongue.

"Open up, pretty girl," He murmured, and your compliance came without thinking. When his cock was currently stuffing you so full you couldn't do anything other than obey him.

Your lips parted from their pout, the seconds stretching before he forced your chin down, opening it wider so he could spit into your mouth before guiding it shut again, his cock throbbing inside you at the bob in your throat, the sight of your automatic swallow.

"Fuck," He groaned, angling the head of it even deeper, your whine at the stretch only making the fingers on your throat, his hold on your jaw tighten, trying to keep you in place until every last fucking centimeter was inside. "Made for me, you know that?"

"Mhm," You whimpered, sucking in a gasp, your throat still somehow dry, trying to squirm away? against? him with every little movement of his hips. "J-just you."

You'd been his from the moment you met him.

He released his grip, but the fingers holding up your hips dug in, his clipped nails creating tiny divots into your skin while his other hand quickly found it's way around the front to your clit, painting practiced circles like he wanted to make you cum as fast as possible. Hurtling you closer to the edge with each swift motion, ripping out broken little gasps from your throat, shattered cries of his name when you dug your own nails into your palm and chewed on your lip trying to hold it in.

"S-Sugu, I c-can't," You whined, tears already forming in the corners of your eyes, ready to spill over at any second. "Gonna cum."

"You can," His voice was so soft, deceptively sweet. You knew him though. It was an unspoken promise you'd get what he really wanted to give you later, that this was just the warm up.

"I, fuck," You still snapped though, unable to hold the strands of your sanity together when he had the scissors, unravelling under the pressure of his fingertips and the steady slams of his cock pumping inside you, a stray tear falling as white splotches filled your vision.

Thick cum spurting inside of you, a low groan leaving his throat when his thrusts became sloppy, finishing only a few seconds after you. Waiting until the last drops fell out before stuffing it back in with his thick fingers and pausing to admire his handiwork.

But even after he finished, he didn't help you out or even clean you up.

"Suguru?" Your voice was weak, whiny, cheeks starting to flush with embarrassment at him leaving you in that position.

"Hold on a second, sweetheart," He murmured, rubbing your ass appreciatively, but he sounded well, distracted.

"Seriously, Suguru?" You repeated, nervousness creeping in.

Then you heard the soft click! and registered the faint flash of his phone behind you.

"Sorry baby, just had to remind them who you're made for too."