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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 4 months ago

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Hi darling!

I love your work so much. I have a visceral need for some y/n x Vessel filth. I don’t even have a prompt, but I was hoping you could work your magic and help me out!

Paint the town white

a/n smut so you know kids back off. And once again ai blacked out writing this. Idk what it is about them that just sends me into another dimension. I hope you will enjoy and that this will help. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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He was exhausted. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. The tour had been long and hard. And Vessel had been even harder on himself. He loved what he did. He breathed what he loved. It was all or nothing. It was perfection or beating yourself up in a bunk bed at two in the morning. Some shows pumped him up with adrenaline. Crowds that charged him. But some concerts drained Vessel to the depths of his bones. He tried to take blows like that on his own. But through years of dating him, the smallest parts of him spoke volumes to you. So after watching him mop for a week, you decided to bring some comfort over to him.

And that’s how you found yourself here in a random hotel room. Well, not random, in your boyfriend’s hotel room. In a city you had never visited before. The sound of a shower running - the only noise in the depths of the night. You slowly picked up around the room. It wasn’t big but your big man managed to make a mess of it in a day he was here. But that only showed you just how deep in his head Vessel was because he hated a messy environment.

“I feel like I ran a marathon”, the squeak of the door was followed by your lover's groggy voice. “With the way you jump around… I would say a half marathon”, you humbled him slightly, throwing a smile over your shoulder to him. A breath hitched in your throat as you turned to him fully though. It never failed to. After so many times of seeing him freshly out of the shower your brain still manages to short-circuit. “Still?”, Vessel mussed, “What?”, you quickly blinked up at him. “You like what you see?”, so it was his confident persona that was out to play tonight. Good, you thought to yourself, that meant that he wasn’t too far gone in the depths of his mind. You dropped the bag you were holding to the side. Slowly making your way towards him. “You missed a spot”, you muttered, reaching out to brush your fingers over his chest, letting your hand dip lower. “Is that so?”, his groggy voice set a shiver down your back. You locked eyes with him, biting your lips as you reached for the towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

“I don’t remember painting anything beneath my waist”, Vess mused, eyes growing darkened by the second. “Maybe you just forgot, but it’s okay”, you cooed, “I will make sure for you”. Your fingers made quick work of the towel, letting it pool at Vessel’s ankles. You reached for him without looking down, keeping eye contact strong as you wrapped your hand around his already hard cock. A deep growl slipped from the back of his throat. And you could tell that he was trying hard to not throw his head back or close his eyes.

“Told you, you missed a spot”, you muttered, glancing between you two at the glistening pre cum now dripping down the very tip. “I’ll get it for you”, sinking to your knees, you blinked up at him. “Darling…”, Vessel grunted out. But you wasted no time, making a show of spitting onto his throbbing erection. “You fucking minx”, he bucked his hips closer to you as your palm once again wrapped around him. “Let me just rub it a couple more times, to make sure it’s clean”, you mused, leaning in to take him into your mouth, the salty taste of him dancing on your tongue. “Ah, shit…”, Vessels fingers threaded through your hair. But since he didn’t make an effort to push your head any further down you reached out, finding his hand in your hair and giving it a firm nudge. That sent his throbbing cock right at the back of your throat, making you gag around him. “Fuck that mouth of yours”, Vessel whined, “So fucking…”,’ one of his hands reached for your neck, rubbing your throat, “Relax your jaw for me”, he ordered, stroking your neck as you stroked him moments ago, “Let me in, love, let me into your warmth”. You took a deep breath through your nose, bracing yourself against his hips. He withdrew slightly, pulling at your hair before shoving back in all the way, making your eyes water as you squirmed. But you let him. He needed this. You knew that. And you were willing to give it to him.

“Clean enough for you now, huuh?”, he grunted as he fucked your mouth. All you could do was blink in confirmation, letting the hum of your approval ripple around his throbbing dick. You could feel the tremor in his thighs slowly building. He was getting close. So you hallowed your cheeks even more. Vessel cursed between moans before pulling you back by your hair. The loud pop was followed by strings of drool as you whined from the lost fullness.

“On the bed”, he grunted. “Vessel”, you whined. “I said get on the bed, don’t test my patience, love”, his palm wrapped around your throat as he pulled you up, mindful of his actions still. Careful to not hurt you but firm enough for you to know he wasn’t messing around. You could feel your wetness pooling between your legs, rubbing against both of your thighs as you hurried to climb onto the plush white sheets.

Vessel watched like a predator assessing his prey. Slowly stroking his hand up and down his shaft. You quickly pulled your dress over your head, before spreading your legs out for him. Motioning with your finger for him to get closer. “Knees to your chest”, he ordered, “Dip your fingers through your fold, love”. You didn’t have to be told twice as you followed his orders. Bitting your lip as the ache between your legs only increased at the feeling of your fingers slowly spreading the arousal. You lifted your hand back up, rubbing your fingers together as you let your juices glisten in the dim room. Vessel grunted, capturing your wrist in his hand. His nostrils flared as he flexed his jaw. Slowly composing himself before leaning in to lick your fingers clean. The whimper that slipped past your lips was pathetically desperate as you watched him.

“Needy much?”, he mussed, looking into your dazed eyes. “For you?”, you mused, “Always”. Vessel hummed, crawling on top of you, kissing his way up your stomach, letting his tongue brush the swell of your breast before taking the aching peaks between his teeth. Your moans followed his path. You didn’t care how needy it made you. He was making you feel good and you weren’t gonna hide it. “Moan my name as I thrust inside”, he muttered against your ear, slowly rubbing his tip over your folds. “Fu… Ves…”, you threw your head back, nails sinking into his back as he nudged his way into you, stretching you out to your limits as he went. His lips found your shoulder as he nibbled and bit at your skin. “So good, love”, he praised, withdrawing his hips, “Relax”, nudging your legs up, he pushed them closer to your chest, “Let me into your warm heaven”, “Vessel”, you cried out as he thrust his hips harshly into you. “Let me paint those walls white”, he leaned in bitting at your lips, thrusting into you with the strength that made you see stars. You were convinced that you were screaming his name. Beginning even. But all you could hear was the headboard hitting the wall. And the way both of you sounded as he thrusted over and over again. His movements grew sloppier the closer he got to his high.

“I’m… so…”, you cried between thrusts, aimlessly reaching to brace yourself at any part of him. “Give it to me”, he mussed, “Clench around me and cum”, and just as if your body was in full control of him. Within a couple of thrusts, the string snapped. Making you rack your nails down his arms as you arched up from the mattress. Crying as the blissful warmth of him spread through your body. Vessel bit at your neck as ropes of his release painted you from within. Clearing the musky funk he had been in. It felt as if he could breathe in. As if his lungs finally gave way to more oxygen. But all he wanted to breathe in was you.

Lazily still thrusting into you, chasing his last highs, Vessel brushed his nose against your cheek before kissing away the slowly drying tears. “Thank you”, he whispered as you slowly turned to him. “For?”, you blinked at him. “Being here”, mindful of his weight he let his body drape over you, his warmth seeping into your skin. “I thought you were thanking me for making sure you had no paint on your skin”, a lazy smirk spread on your face as he snorted, “Especially for that”, he nodded, brushing his thumb over your chin, tilting your head up, “Even more so for knowing how to pull me back up”. You wrapped an arm around him, guiding his head to your chest, “Don’t be so cute moments after treating me like a slut”, you huffed, “You’ll give me whiplash”, you huffed, as you both chuckled. “My slut though”, Vessel pointed out, fingers gripping your hips for emphasis. “All yours, Vessy, always yours”.

#sleep token x reader #sleep token x you #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token imagine #sleep token vessel x reader #sleep token vessel x you #sleep token vessel imagine #sleep token vessel fanfiction #vessel smut

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yung-notorious · 2 months ago

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Hey queen!!!!! I just recently found you and I LOVE the way you write.. Do you have any fic recommendations with similar styles to yours?

heyy I’m not sure what my style is exactly to give you some recommendations!! if you could describe it more then I’d have something to go off. I have plenty to share ♡ tysm for reading my works btw!! 💕 are you looking for fun girlie vibes maybe?? I’ll come back to update this shortly with some pulls

🩷 recommendations

drugdealer boyfriend!gojo by @curseddollfaye

shopping sprees @ the mall w/ your bestie Utahime on your boyfriends dime + sweet moments with gojo

xo series by @gojotojis

you’re a college girl minding your business making money on the side as camgirl when choso approaches you asking for help.

420, we be burning series: plug!choso by @blkkizzat

you’re a sorority girl tied up in a situationship with choso who’s the campus local plug. you’re trying your hardest to keep things lowkey, but his feelings for you leads him caught time and time again in your spiderweb that’s greeklife.

wasted summer by bratmactavish on a03

college!gojo a known campus playboy thinks he’s about to run game on you, but you know how to keep it playa too and you even got a few skeletons in your closet 👀

jealous friend!sukuna by @4pfsukuna

just cus yall tight don’t mean he can talk to you any type of way, you don’t play that jealousy shit either. You told Sukuna that gojo is just a friend, so what he is so pressed for? Whatever it is y’all got going on, y’all friends are fed up and are pleading to be taking out the group chat!!

B.A.S by @4pfsukuna

you’re smoking hot and down for whatever, running between geto and gojo on the low. they’ll just have to duke it out if they can’t agree to share. oh and their smart ass mouthes? they can’t keep ‘em unless they being used for munchin

sneaky link by @jazzthatonewriterchick

“You’re a stressed-out mom and college professor who has been swamped with your job and mommy life lately. You’re so knee-deep in your work and kids that you need some kind of release. Unfortunately, you’re not finding any of that in your husband, but luckily, that’s what Gojo Satoru is here for…even though he’s way too young for you and is your student.”

sorcerer!gojo drabble by @emonaculate

let’s get the bill~ purrrr! lmao only gojo would think you’re tryna embarrass him out in public by offering to pay for the bill….then try to spin it 😭

peace & quiet by @jazzthatonewriterchick

you’re @ an airbnb on a work trip trying to vibe out on your company’s dime but here come gojo & geto testing your patience and sanity 🙂‍↕️

bad idea right? by @emonaculate

you and gojo ain’t shit for sneaking n’ freaking behind your roommate back but that ain’t none of her business 😂🤷🏽‍♀️ when glo said “how tf is that ya man, if he right here wit me?”

#lala list #jjk fic #jujustsu kaisen x reader #lala rec #lala recs

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hotdamnhunnam · 1 month ago

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hey babes- i want your headcanon on something, if you’re down?

INCOMING-

I was thinking about what Charlie’s like in bed (as one does), and thought- I wonder if he’s into women being vocal? Like is it a passing thought? Or does he actively try to pull every sound out of you that he can?

And what about jax? And Will? AND Raymond?! I imagine there’s a common thread among them, but also, what would they each have a particularly soft spot for?

I would love to hear your thoughts!!!

Ohhh girl I am so down!!! 🙂‍↕️

I feel like Charlie is definitely into his woman being vocal when he takes her to pound town!! That man is NOT fucking around 🙂‍↔️ (or maybe he is, but you know what I mean by this 😆)

He’s so expressive and in tune with his emotions and I think he carries that into the bedroom too, and craves the same from you… whether it’s moans and groans and grunts, or using words to praise the ways he fills your cunt… damn he enjoys you showing him and telling him just how divine it feels when he destroys you with his cock because it’s everything that you could ever want.

And there is no doubt in my mind that the above applies to every one of his characters too!!! Sooooo since you asked about a few…

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Jax

He has a particular kink, for ravaging you so good that you can’t form words or even fucking think. And then because he’s such an evil pussy-killer bastard he will taunt you as he breaks your brain and takes it past the brink — he’ll be all use your words, darlin’ when he knows full well that you’re physically incapable of such a thing. You’ll whine and whimper like a nasty little whore, and that’s exactly what he lives for, and the worst best part is that he’ll make you say you’re sorry for being such a stupid cockslut who can’t even take an order from your fucking sex god king.

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Will

The captain has a kink for control. Not only for the way that he so completely controls your whole body and soul and all three of your holes — but more importantly for self-control. Restraint and discipline and mastery of basic human instincts. These are his biggest kinks. He’s mastered this himself and thinks it’s critical that you master it too, especially because it’s dangerous how you have no limits when it cums to all the kinky shit you’d let your captain do. So all the while as he’s wrecking you he wants you to be self-aware and careful and vocal. The signals don’t have to be verbal but they do have to be clear, straight from your lips to his ear, so that he always knows just when you’re ready for him to take things to the next level of making you his personal fuckhole.

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Ray

This bearded, bespectacled, revered and respectable gentleman is nothing if not nonchalant. Once you’re his woman he’ll most likely be reluctant in the bedroom to admit that there are certain things he really really wants. Does his debonair dick get rock hard when you scream like a mad bitch in heat as he rails your wet cunt? When you pornographically beg him to cum in that cunt do those words make him burst at his buttoned-up seams all at once? Yes and yes. But he’ll never confess. So sometimes when you need him and desperately plead him for sex he’ll just stand there and stay fully dressed, keep on casually sipping his tea and say feel free to talk. Thankfully it will be plain to see how turned on he is once you get down on your knees for his cock.

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And that’s all really! lol thanks for the ask bb 😘

#charlie hunnam #jax teller #will miller #raymond smith #headcanon

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austeenbootler · 8 days ago

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Nicholas was on break from filming a new project as the director was sick. The first thing he did when he got home was race to coopers house. Luckily y/n was with Billie. Nicholas quickly knocked on the door before coming inside. Coooer was inside on the couch. He quickly popped up. “Nick!”

Nicholas smiled and joined him on the couch. “Hey man. How have you been?”

“Great! What are you doing home early?”

Nicholas laid back on coopers lap. “The director is sick so we get a break.”

Cooper tried to push him off but Nick was strong and wouldn’t budge. “I’m not sick coop. But I want to ask you for advice. I… I wanna propose to y/n.” Cooper gasped loudly and hugged Nicholas.

“No fucking way!! Dude I’m so happy for yall! How are you gonna do it?”

Nicholas smiled already tearing up. “I-I wanted to ask you that… since yall have been friends for life.”

“Nicky don’t cry. It’s gonna go awesome. You could give her a ring pop and she’d sob and say yes. That girl loves you so so much.” He hugged him again wiping the one tear that fell. “No but seriously I would take her to the beach. It’s like her favorite place. It doesn’t have to be anything big. Some flowers, a sign maybe… Oooh definitely some food. A cute picnic.”

Nicholas wrote this all down with a smile. “You’re so smart coop. Thank you so much. Would you maybe drive her there under the guise of a friend outing? I’ll have everything set up.”

“Of course honey. I would be honored. When are you planning to do it? Wait hold on does she know you’re home?”

Nicholas shook his head. “I came right here. I wanna do it Saturday. Do you know if her nails are done? I just know she would have a fit if I did this without them being done. You know she loves her pictures…”

Cooper laughed. “They are. We got them done a few days ago. She was missing you bad so I took her out.”

“God you’re the best. Thank you so much. I’ll see you Saturday. I gotta go buy everything.” He hugged cooper tight before leaving. He went out bought a nice new picnic blanket and basket. He bought a nice bouquet of flowers and some petals to place around for aesthetic. He also got a nice pretty heart sign that said “will you marry me.”

Saturday, Nicholas spent all day setting up everything. He had spent a pretty penny reserving the beach so this could be private and just for them. He got the sign set up, a little runway covered in flowers. He had the picnic set up by the sign and the bouquet. As he waited for cooper to arrive with y/n he went over his speech many times.

His hands were shaking and incredibly clammy and he felt like he was gonna pass out. He nearly shit himself when he got a text from cooper.

📱: hey we’re on the way. Billie is also with us 😃

Nicholas smiled. Billie was also one of y/n’s best friends. And he would want his friends with him roles reversed.

When he heard coopers car he never felt more nauseous. And soon y/n was walking up to him, tears in her eyes. He was as in no better position, he had already been crying a while. He was already on one knee when she got to him.

“ y/f/n, y/l/n we’ve been together for over five years and I couldn’t imagine anyone to spend the rest of my years with. You’re my best friend and the best thing to ever happen to me. Without you I am no one. Would you do the honor and be my wife.” Y/n nodded through her tears of joy. “Yes yes yes!!!!” Nicholas smiled through his own tears slipping the ring on her finger. They both chuckled as cooper and Billie screamed.

Y/n:

Liked by: Nicholas.a.chavez, Billie.eilish, real_cooper, Sabrina carpenter 1.9m

Y/n: bye my I will never be shutting up about this! I’m gonna be a WIFE!

Nicholas.a.chavez: my wife 🥹🙂‍↕️

Billie.Eilish: I love y’all so much 😭🥹🤩

- y/n: I love you more 😚🩵

- Nicholas.a.chavez: love you too weirdo 💚

Sabrina carpenter: no fucking wayyyyy congrats!!! 🩵💋

- y/n: eeeee thank you!!!! 🖤🖤🖤

User: EVERYONE CHEER

user78: everyone shut up wtf?!?!

User89: hell yessssss

User67: oh my god?! Congratulations!!

- y/n: 😚

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Nicholas.a.chavez:

Liked by: y/n, Sabrina carpenter, Billie.eilish, real_cooper 133m others.

Nicholas.a.chavez: future Mrs. Chavez 🖤💍

Y/n: sir??? When did you take the second photo?!?

- Nicholas.a.chavez: 😊

Chavez.wifey: sobbing 😭

User67: lmaoooooo Nicholas please

User97: god she’s beautiful.

- Nicholas.a.chavez: ain’t she ☺️

User78: the ring is fucking gorgeous

- y/n: I’m literally obsessed 😍

Sabrina carpenter: literally obsessed. You look so good!!

- y/n: 🥹🖤🖤🖤🖤

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Y/n.updates

Liked by: Nicholas.a.chavez, y/n, Billie.eilish, real_cooper, 68k others

Y/n.updates: it’s official!! Mr. And Mrs. Chavez have tied the knot 💍!

Y/n: 😊😊😊

Nicholas.a.chavez: my wife!!!

Real_cooper: everyone cried like a baby

- y/n: and did 😫

-Billie.eilish: sure tf did those are my babies 🥺

- y/n: I love you more than life 🥹💚

User 78: stop that’s so pretty!!!!

User65: god he’s so lucky

- Nicholas.a.chavez: I am 🙂‍↕️

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Y/n

Liked by: Nicholas.a.chavez, Billie.eilish, Sabrina carpenter, real_cooper 434k others

Y/n: guys that’s my husband 😭😭😭

Nicholas.a.chavez: what a handsome fellow

-Y/n: my handsome husband

Nicholas.a.chavez: 😫🥰🥰 I love your Mrs. Chavez

Real_cooper: gross

- y/n: love you coopy😚

Billie.eilish: what cooper said 🫣

- y/n: lolll💚💚💚 you love me.

- Billie.eilish: I really do 🖤

#nicholas chavez x y/n #nicholas chavez au #nicholas chavez x reader #nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez imagine #nicholas chavez x black reader #nicholas chavez #Nicholas #cooper koch

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marblepasta-creepyhornet · 4 months ago

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EJ, Toby and Cody (plus whoever else you wanna write for lol) straight SIMPING for a plus size female reader? 🙏🙏

Read my mind, babes 💙

Creeps x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

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No matter what you look like EJ’s always simping for you (he’ll only make it exclusively known to you and you alone). Not because of embarrassment, but only because he likes focusing any amount of love and attention he can muster to you only! 🥹

But, honey, if you’re plus sized, HE IS ON YOU LIKE BUTTER ON A SLICE OF TOAST- ��😏

You’re thicc in all the right places and he wants you in anyway way, shape and form! He adores every inch of you 🥺

Let’s say you’re insecure, he will shower you with compliments, affection and love. But, if that isn’t your style, he’ll do anything you ask of him to help you feel better. 😩

He’d die if he saw you in a crop top and shorts! The way the shorts hugged your thighs that this man wants to be squished between, combined with your cute tummy showing, he’d be all over you! 😊 (I’d simp for you too (y/n))

If anyone in the mansion bullies you? It’s over for them. I’m serious, Jack almost killed Jeff when he felt the need to make a rude comment about you.

Toby:

He’s very vocal about your body! He loves to constantly remind you that you’re pretty and beautiful (it especially helps on days where you’re feeling insecure 😣). Like his words calm you down and help you feel better. He’s always making sure that you know that he loves you and doesn’t want you to doubt yourself :)

He will literally start fights if anyone makes a derogatory comment about your body 👊😤

This man will W O R S H I P you! When yall are in the bedroom, he’s kissing every part of your body and bringing the praise comments 🥺🥺🥺

“S-s-so pretty,” “All mi-mi-mine,” “M-my pretty gir-girl,” (need me a man or woman like this fr 🫣)

He’s a 100/10 simp for you!

Cuddling? You’re big spoon most of the time (not that you mind)

Circling back onto days where you feel insecure, Toby will help cheer you up by spending the day doing things you like.

He’s very committed 😌

Hugs from behind are a given, just accept it. He loves showing his love for your body through physical touch 🧡

Also- one night while walking through the woods, Toby heard some assholes making fun of you and he fucked them up- ANYWAYS 😗

Cody (X-Virus)

Like EJ and Toby, he’s all for worship, BUT he isn’t as vocal of the two-

(Also how you look literally doesn’t matter) sweetie, here’s there for your intelligence, but not in the way of using you, but in the way of him wanting to be near you 👀

He’ll have you sitting in his lap while he’s writing in his lab, you get lowkey paranoid that you’re too heavy and you’ll try to move, but bro is dragging you right back 🙂‍↕️

Now, I like to think that a bit like EJ, he likes to be creative in his free time, so one day while you two are in his lab, he’ll sketch you while you’re sitting around 🥹

ROMANTIC GESTURES!!! This man is all for buying you flowers, chocolates, and whatever else to show you that he loves you.

Also if he hears anyone talking shit, he kidnaps them as a lab rat for tortuous experiments ;)

As for cuddling? Say he’s sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you when you come into view from the doorway. He’s instantly wrapping his arms around you and gently pulling you into bed with him- 😭 (I’m gonna be sick-)

HEAR ME OUT! HE STEALS YOUR HOODIES! MF sneaks into your closet and just *YOINK* 🏃💨

It’s honestly so cute how your hoodies look so oversized on him- they go down almost to his knees and covers his whole arm to a little past the tips of his fingers.

But you don’t mind though because he’s honestly the best thing to happen to you and he appreciates you 😭

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #cody creepypasta #x virus #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #toby erin rogers #tobias erin rogers #Jacky nyras

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nadvs · 4 months ago

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I was reading cam girl for the first time (soooooo f good btw) but what do you think it would be like if she didn’t forgive him? like i feel as though the stuff he said about her was kind of unforgivable, i wanna know your thoughts on what it would be like if she decided that she didn’t want to hear him out?

I just want to know your thoughts or what you think would happen/ like how the story would looks if she never forgave him yk? 😭…. like how the fight would kind of unfold and whether she quits her job, or even how he feels about? (i just like angst LOL)

thank you!! omg yesss when i was writing it, i was like this man will literally have to wait hours for her and get on his knees and beg and grovel if he wants to be with her 🙂‍↕️ same though i love angst so i got you hehe

based on this fic! sad ending (all hurt, no comfort)

when she gets home from the party that night and sees rafe sitting outside her door, she’s in disbelief.

he tries to trail her into her apartment, but she doesn’t want to hear him out. as she’s pushing him out of her place, he keeps telling her to wait and listen but she shoves him out into the hallway and he’s so desperate that he says “i love you” to her on her doorstep.

it takes her back for a moment, and she glares at him as he searches her face for any hint of forgiveness, but she finally says, “you went too far with the things you said and the things you let your friends say. you don’t respect me. the kind of love i want doesn’t look like this.” his heart shatters.

she recounts it all to him, how she knows he said she never says no to him, how his buddy called her a slut and he laughed.

he says, “i’m sorry, okay? i beat that asshole up. and i hate myself for saying that shit. just calm down so we can talk.”

she says, “i’m never talking to you again.”

she shuts the door and he just stares at it with his heart pounding, never having been rejected like this. he’s sure that she must just be mad in the moment, because how can she throw away the connection they have?

it’s hard to control himself because he’s so pissed and heartbroken, but he goes home, sure they’ll fix things. she just needs to cool down.

but she doesn’t return any calls. he even sends her money to get her attention. no response.

he comes to her apartment again the next night and when she won’t open the door, he pleads, “don’t do this. we have to see each other at some point.”

“no we don’t. i quit my job.”

she’s standing in her kitchen, staring at the door, thinking about all the times he came through it.

she wonders if she can just move past this all. but what he said was so horrible that she can’t imagine being happy with him, knowing what he’s capable of.

she called the cleaning agency earlier that day and asked to work at another house. she can’t imagine going back to tannyhill. seeing rafe. dealing with the staff there. and she shut down her account on the cam girl website. she’s done with it all.

“you quit?” he says angrily through the door. “baby, why? i’m so fucking sorry, alright? you can’t end this because of some bullshit i said to my friends.”

“rafe, go.” the tears are thick in her throat. “leave. we’re done.”

he’s terrified to ask, but he has to know.

“do you love me?” he asks. he waits, staring down at the floor.

“i did,” she finally answers.

“you did?” it gives him hope for a second, but reality crashes down on him again.

“i don’t anymore,” she says. it’s a lie, but she knows once enough time passes, she’ll be over him. “go.”

he keeps calling and texting her. he keeps sending her money. he even goes on the cam website, but her account is gone. he tries to find her in case she started a different account, but he can’t.

she never responds to any of his attempts to talk.

about a month later, rafe is at one of his friend’s houses, sitting by the poolside, when he sees her again. he’s been more moody than ever before since their break-up. he’s mad that she threw what they had away. he’s hurt that his apology wasn’t enough.

from the pool, he notices her. he never told his friends her name or what happened, just that things didn’t work out, so they have no idea what a big deal it is that he’s seeing this girl right now.

he stares at her from the backyard as she cleans the sliding door glass. she didn’t really quit. she just went to work at another kook’s house.

she comes out to wipe the other side, the sound of her sliding the door open getting his friend’s attention.

“honey, get us some beers, will you?” his buddy calls.

she turns her head, the frustrated look rafe knows all to well etched on her face.

“i’ll let the servant know,” she replies flatly. “i only clean.”

when her eyes land on rafe, she freezes. she was just thinking about him. she thinks about him all the time. how fun he was, how much he loved spoiling her, how sweet he could pretend to be.

but deep down, he was cruel. she knows he’ll never really see her as more than a sex object. what they had was transactional.

“i don’t get why they’re so sensitive about that shit,” his friend laughs quietly. “like, just get some drinks. i don’t give a damn about your job description.”

rafe watches her rush away.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” rafe mutters, standing to follow her.

“got a soft spot for maids, cameron?” he replies tauntingly. but rafe ignores him.

she tries to gain some composure, hoping that he won’t trail her. but it’s rafe. of course he’s going to find her without any consideration for her feelings or her job.

he sees her rush down the downstairs hallway into a spare room. when she turns at the sound of footsteps, her breath catches when she sees him up close again.

“i thought you quit,” he says, his voice low.

she brushes past him to close the door so nobody overhears. her back is to the door, her eyes wide while she looks up at him.

“i quit at your house,” she replies. “what do you want?”

rafe’s brows pinch in a mix of sorrow and frustration. he missed her voice. the way she used to talk to him. over her computer. in her bedroom.

“is he always a dick to you like that?” he asks. she tries not to look at his toned body, droplets of pool water scattered over his chest.

god, she misses his body. his touch. everything.

“i don’t care what he says,” she replies. “this is just a job.”

rafe tilts his head, gazing at her with disbelief.

“is that right?” he mumbles. “was it just a job with me, too?”

she stills. throughout their time together, she thought to herself over and over that being his own personal cam girl was something she’d do for free. she genuinely enjoyed her time with him.

and because she’s not interested in playing a game, in being eaten alive by her pride and later regretting it, she’s honest.

“i would’ve done all that stuff with you without the money,” she admits. “i fell for you. but i was always just body parts to you and i respect myself too much to-”

“why are you so fucking stubborn?” he interrupts. “i told you i love you.”

“no, you just love using me.”

“so, i’m a liar?” he scoffs.

“i’ll never forget what you said. i’m a slut to you.”

“no, you’re not,” he says tersely. “do i have to fucking beg?”

“you don’t have to do anything,” she says, “because nothing will make me want you again. i have work to do. don’t follow me.”

she leaves the room, wiping the tears building up in her eyes away.

rafe wants to punch a wall. he wants to destroy everything in this room. and the only thing keeping him from doing it is knowing she’ll have to clean it up.

he leaves without saying anything to his friends. he wishes he never saw her. because hearing that nothing will make her want him again is something that’ll replay in his head over and over. it’ll haunt him.

he won’t open his heart up to a girl ever again. he swears it to himself. nothing is worth this agony.

(continuation)

#ask #cgblurb

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chuluoyi · 4 months ago

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After reading sylus fanfic and searching about him in internet. I understand why girls on knees now. I can see vision what you want, chuu. Oho. Sylus is being rough, rougher, throwing you into bed, taming your bratty attitude, being sassy to you...

But Gojo can do it too, I am convincing myself that he can do it too *hugging fuwago tightly* —'this is your weak, right?' — His hysteria side will prevent me from falling into another man's chest T.T

Sylus eng voice is handsome btw, I imagine he is voicing sylus fanfic while reading it. Chuu is being bratty challenger so sylus can give his bold jealous treatment on bed. I see vision 🍼😌

HEHE milk nonnie now you see what my vision is🙂‍↕️ but don’t expose me🫣 rough rougher and throwing you on the bed is just—😋

he can he can🙂‍↕️ from everything i’ve seen in gojo x reader tag, any kind of smut is possible 💁🏻‍♀️ LMAO

and sylus’ jp voice is also so delicious!!!😭 omg it’s so deep and at first he sounds so completely evil but it’s clear when he starts getting softer for the mc :’) i personally love the jp voice more actually

#—chu’s mailbox 📬#💌: 🍼#there’s this one voiceover after his battle that goes like:#‘are you up for a joyride later?’#and the mc is like ‘where are you taking me?’#and he responds with ‘guess’ but in jp voice it sounds so tempting like :’)#or it’s just me who’s down bad JEJSJ

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hiraethwa · 2 months ago

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hello Ave!!! What lovely weather we’re having <3 welcome to inbox infiltration season 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

On today’s menu I have *checks clipboard* ah, yes I see now. Hq analysis of my favorite? That seems right. where to begin with the anomaly that is Oikawa Tooru??? I’m so in love with this man omg (okay, this isn’t a yap about how hot I find him goodness). He’s such a good character, I mean they’re all good characters. But I especially like his character. If given the chance I will yap about him <3

he spends his early years in love with volleyball but over time grows to hate the sport. he would never see it as hate though, he doesn’t see it as anything other than love. but his love for volleyball turned into an obsession with being number one. that’s fairly common with athletes i’ve heard !! but he makes me so sad oml. he never sees himself as good enough.

there’s always someone he perceives as being in his way </3 when really the only person stunting his growth is himself…he’s holding himself back by not taking proper care of himself. he trains for hours on end to the point of injury (ankle injury. fandom i will never forgive you for gaslighting me into thinking he hurt his knee). he trains and trains and trains to exhaustion and the only person who sees it is Iwaizumi :( and he tries to help his friend but it’s hard to help people who don’t want to be helped.

he has so many challenges that he perceives but the time he does his best is after losing. (correct me if i’m wrong chat </3) he won his first set against Shiratorizawa after having a huge personal loss (being benched <//3). he needs to trust himself and i believe that’s similar to what Iwaizumi tells him lol. (it’s been a minute since I’ve watched this part of hq go easy on me chat :( ) once again we see him try and fail at something but it’s not the same as it was before.

he allows himself to learn from his mistakes instead of obsessing over them. he’s such a good side character to me hehe, i love how hq deals with side characters. everyone’s story feels complete. Seijoh wins the first match against Karasuno but he doesn’t feel happy. he doesn’t feel like he did his best. :( bcs he doesn’t think he beat Kageyama at his best so he looks down on himself for only beating Kageyama (someone he sees as better than him by leagues) when he’s at his perceived “worst.” omg I’m sorry love this is getting really long haha— I’ll try to cut it down now!!! when he loses to Karasuno he cries. but he also learns that he’s okay with the fact that he lost, that volleyball isn’t a sport that’s only him there’s five other people out there with him. he learns that “talent is something you make bloom” that he’s not a genius but he is talented and he needs to work on making it bloom in a healthy setting.

I especially love the panel (spoilers duh) where he learns that volleyball is fun again. it makes me bawl my eyes out every time. I can’t tell you why, it just makes me so happy and emotional that he finds love for a sport he had grown to hate. and then WE SEE HIM AT THE OLYMPICS. and he faces a team of everyone he’s perceived as better than him over the years and trained by his best friend. Everyone is at the best they will be and he gets to play against them again. ahhh—I love him so much. The story of not feeling good enough -> him finding that he doesn’t need to win to feel good enough he just has to have fun. that’s what his job is about lol, having fun (I’m heavily simplifying lol). I love that he found satisfaction with himself and he’s so <333 I love him :((

OKAY DONE. THAT’S A WRAP FOLKS!!! enjoy my analysis Ave lol <3 I hope this wasn’t too long :p <3

-kai <3

please find in your askbox that i will be matching your freak!

i love oikawa's complex villain character (he would singlehandedly defeat sukuna, fight me)

he's soooo UGHHHHH perfect angst material

fic ideas include but not limited to:

tooru breaking your heart because he doesn't have enough time for you/prioritise you

tooru leaving you behind for argentina

tooru's obsession with volleyball impacting your relationship

tooru not pursuing anything with you because he will never have enough time to treat you like you deserve to be treated

tooru falling out of love with you because your paths no longer align

tooru putting himself before you

oops

ILY KAI

match my freak! askbox event

#ave yaps #the librarian replies #⋆˚✿˖° match my freak #《 board games 》

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nemesyaaa · 2 months ago

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IDIZKDZKKDKEKSZ THEY'RE JUST SO CUTE, I CAN'T 🥲🥲 as always, your writings never stop to amaze me, like jesus, stop being this talented ??? that's full smut was so beautiful ?? like Bambi!reader being a virgin and rafe keep praising her ?? god, i need. i love how caring he is toward her <33

“you’re so perfect, you want this dick everyday?” you nodded frantically, not seeing how you could go without it now. “yeah? i bet you do..” he laughed, “‘been wanting to corrupt you since i got you, baby. your sweet little innocent eyes looking up at me when i would rub you through your panties, you have no idea how bad i wanted to get you naked and fuck you until you were crying for me to stop.” he slapped your cheek, a gasp leaving your lips at the action. “look at you now, you’re gonna be begging for this all the time.. ‘might just fuck a baby into you, huh?” you whimpered at his words. THE FIRST LINE *choke* 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I want. BUT THE LAST ??? GOTTA BE THE DEATH OF ME

rafe was so hard already, his own fist wrapped around his cock as he sloppily lapped at your soaked pussy. he couldn’t get enough. instinctively, you couldn’t help your hips from grinding against his face, your boyfriend doing everything to make you tremble and shake in pure bliss. you freed one of your hands from his grip and trailed it up your chest, squeezing your tit while rafe groaned at the sight. “i haven’t even put any fingers in you, baby, you’re going to be a mess by the time i actually fuck you.” you cried out when he sucked your clit, his middle finger prodding at your entrance. OVULATING BECAUSE XZKKSZKIZKZZK CAN'T TYPE CORRECTLY TOO. I'M SCREAMING 😵‍💫 FEELING DIZZY AND DUMB

that was it. this man was going to ruin you. “i’m sorry, it’s embarrassing.” you pouted, looking away from him. embarrassing? rafe felt like he could cum right then and there. “that’s not embarrassing at all, baby.” he reassured you, moving away any stray hairs you might’ve had in your face. “you know what that means? that means i get to turn you into my own personal little slut.” his words made butterflies flutter in your stomach. rafe unbuckled his belt, his shorts and boxers now long forgotten. despite being horny out of his mind, rafe still checked to make sure you were okay. I'M BEING ON MY KNEES WITH THIS ONE, COME TO ME 😚😚

you smiled back, only for it to be wiped from your face when he slapped your folds, the sensation making you jolt. despite it stinging for a quick second, you started chasing his hand for more. “you want another one?” he slapped you again, this time making your thighs shake, “my little whore likes that, huh?” you were surprised at the name calling, but even more suprised when you found out you liked it. “talk to me, baby. tell me what you want..” his lips ghosted over yours. rafe had gotten you so wet, you could hear your slick with each stroke of his fingers. “wanna go all the way with you, ray..”THIS IS FABULOUS, LET ME ENJOY THE SHOW

rafe watched your face morph into one of full blown pleasure when he gathered the wetness at your entrance and glided the tips of his fingers to your clit. “you’re soaked.” he laughed, making you turn your head away from him out of shyness. grabbing your chin, rafe squeezed your cheeks together and forced you to look at him as his fingers started working your sensitive bundle of nerves. you were instantly trying to draw away from his digits, the motions being far too much for you at once. “shhh, don’t run from it,” he licked a stripe up the column of your throat, “let me watch you.” he smiled teasingly. THIS GENTLE RAFE MAKE ME SMILING SO BADLY, I NEED HIM

[🍩] soft!dom!rafe x breeding kink x corruption kink😜😜 with hella dirty talk😫

warnings: bambi!reader, innocent!reader, established relationship, making out, heavy petting, pussy slapping, oral (f. receiving), rafe is messyyyyy lol, unprotected sex, rough sex, crying, blood (very little, it’s from a bite lol), breeding, multiple orgasms, rafe slaps you just once, corruption kink, lots of dirty talk, first time, loss of virginity, fingering, finger sucking, hair pulling, slapping, soft aftercare, brief mentions of having kids

a/n: i think i got really carried away with this but breeding kink with bambi was something i wanted to write but was unsure of how to start it lol so thank you so much for this request 🤍

rafe was in heaven right now and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. he kissed you gently, the feeling of your fingers stroking his face while he caged you between his arms was everything he didn’t know he needed. “you show up in this pretty little dress of yours, did you have this planned?” you gasped when you felt his hand snake under the soft material of your dress, his touch skimming over the waistband of your underwear. “no. ‘just wanted to look pretty for you..” you whispered, those doe eyes of yours beaming up at the man on top of you. “you do. you look perfect.” rafe sighed.

slipping his tongue in your mouth, your eyebrows drew together as you couldn’t help but move your hips against the thigh he had between your legs. rafe looked down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you rut against him. “does that feel good?” he hiked your dress up, wanting a better view of your clothed cunt. you hummed, your skin flushing as rafe concentrated on the way you moved underneath him. hands roaming your body, there wasn’t an inch of you that went untouched. slipping your dress off, rafe marveled at the sight of your bare chest.

despite you two being together for a while, the furthest you two had ever gotten was making out and a little groping here and there, but that was it. rafe had no problem waiting until you were ready to go there. you shivered, the chilly air of rafe’s room making your nipples harden right before his eyes. “fuck, bambi..” he cupped one of your tits, a whimper leaving your lips when he leaned down and took the other in his mouth. “are you okay if i do this?” you glanced down at his hand moving your underwear to the side. meeting his eyes, you nodded. “please.”

rafe swore he could hear the angels singing. he’s been waiting, anticipating for this day to come. “yeah?” he kissed you, slotting himself between your thighs before pulling away from your cunt. “yes. ‘want you so bad!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. you watched him pop his fingers in his mouth, sucking the remnants of you off of his digits. oh, god. pulling him close, you kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. taking your underwears off in one swift movement, you palmed rafe in his shorts, your eyes widening when you felt how large he was in your hand.

“you’ll be fine, baby. i’m gonna take such good care of you..” in rafe’s mind, you had already did this before, but the look on your face was starting to make him think otherwise. his suspicions were confirmed when you looked up at him with watery eyes. “is it going to hurt?” you whimpered, his erection resting heavily on your tummy. rafe studied you for a moment. “you’ve never had sex before?” you shook your head, biting your lip nervously. rafe felt so wrong for being so turned on at the revelation. “have you ever touched yourself?” rafe was on the brink of losing his mind. “no..”

“are you sure about this, bambi?” you watched as he snaked down your body, hooking your thighs to his shoulders. a shaky breath left your lips, your hands intertwining with his as he pressed kisses to your flesh. “yes, i want you-” you were cut off by rafe’s tongue delving into your sweetness. your back arched off of his mattress, your thighs threatening to snap around his head. the only word you could use to describe the noises in rafe’s room was lewd. the slurping, grunting, moaning, it was all hitting you at once that this was actually happening.

gasping at the intrusion, rafe shushed you as you whimpered at the unfamiliar stretch. “how are we doing, sweetheart?” he looked up at you, cursing under his breath. you were so fucking tight, he could only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his cock. “..hurts a little.” you took a breath, moaning when he curled his digit. “it’ll feel good soon, i promise baby. ‘gonna make you cum so fucking much.” he continued working on your clit, the added stimulation making your eyes screw shut. rafe waited until you were gasping his name before entering a second finger.

you practically screamed, your hands shooting down to dig your nails into his skin. “rafe, i think i’m!-” you froze, your eyes rolling back as you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you. it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. suddenly you couldn’t breathe, your mouth falling open in a silent moan before your legs started to shake. rafe knew you were cumming and it only made him go rougher on you, wanting your first orgasm to be unforgettable. inserting a third finger, your eyes shot open as you thrashed against his sheets, your body trying to retract from him.

“r-rafe, s’too much! i can’t!” your words came out choppy with each breath you tried to take, your boyfriend eventually bringing you down from your high. you had tears rolling down your cheeks, your entire body feeling like jelly as rafe came up from between your thighs. the lower half of his face, and even the tip of his nose, was glistening with your slick. rafe had given you a taste of something you soon felt like you couldn’t get enough of. rafe grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to look down where he lined his cock up with your entrance.

you met each other’s eyes, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, before he slammed into you, both of you having two different reactions. while rafe doubled over, absolutely enthralled by how tight you were, you were crying, your nails leaving crescents in rafe’s side. you were only able to take half of his length, but rafe was determined to give you the whole thing by the time he was done. while the feeling wasn’t exactly painful, you just felt so full. rafe took your lips in a searing kiss, pulling out before thrusting into you again. “you feel so fucking good, you know that?” he praised you.

rafe started thrusting into you until any sense of discomfort melted away. “oh my god, look at you taking me so fucking well..” rafe whispered against your skin, littering your neck and chest with kisses. wrapping your arms around his neck, you didn’t hold back from moaning underneath him. “rafe go faster, please!” your boyfriend smiled, pulling away momentarily to see that dark look in your eyes. “whatever you want, baby.” you cried out when his hips slammed into your own, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “oh, rafe..” you shuddered, now that you were filled to the brim.

“i want that.” you panted, his pubic bone slamming down on your clit with each thrust. “yeah? you want me to fill you up? get you all pretty and pregnant?” god, what was happening to you? “yes, ray! i want it so bad, ‘want your babies!” now it was rafe’s turn to get hysterical, the idea of you growing round with his seed turned him on beyond belief. “fuck!” he grunted, “oh, i wanna see that so bad, ‘want you walking around tanneyhill with your tummy full. everyone will know what we did.. what you let me do to you.” rafe didn’t care if it was the heat of the moment making you two talk like this, he just knew that you were it for him.

“how about i breed you right now, bambi? you want that?” he hoped you’d say yes, considering he wasn’t going to last very long. when he felt you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in, he nearly lost it by how turned on he was that you wanted the same thing. “please give it to me!” you cried, your boyfriend pulling you into his chest where he embraced you, making you unable to move away from him. you buried your face in his neck, biting down on his flesh as his hips stuttered, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum inside of you. you relished in the feeling, your walls milking him for all that he had.

“son of a- fuck! you’re squeezing me so fucking hard.” he shivered, the feeling of you gripping him from the base was undeniably the best thing he’s ever felt. reaching down, rafe rubbed hard circles on your clit until you came around him, only making you spasm even more. after you had raked your nails down his torso, and drew blood from biting him so hard, rafe had pulled out of you with a hiss, not a single drop of cum dribbling out. you had taken it all. “holy shit, are you okay, babe?” you looked spent. droopy eyes, swollen lips, tear stained cheeks, rafe thought you couldn’t get any more prettier than this.

you spotted the bite mark on his neck. “ray, you’re bleeding..” you attempted to sit up but failed pathetically when your arms gave out from under you. “s’okay.. stay right here, i’ll be right back.” you were dazed, your vision hazy as rafe went to grab a cold towel. when he came back, the blood from the curve of his neck was gone and he wrapped you in his sheets. dabbing the towel on your forhead, you suppressed a giggle at his ministrations. “i’m okay, rafe.” you pecked his cheek, grabbing his arm so he could spoon you. pressing a kiss to your temple, he massaged soothing circles into your side.

“you were so good for me, baby..” he whispered, his words making your heart flutter in your chest. “you promise i wasn’t some amateur?” rafe shushed you, a laugh tumbling from his mouth. “no way, you were great. i don’t know how we’re gonna get through a day without ravaging each other.” you hummed, already daydreaming about the next time. “did you mean what you said earlier? about wanting a baby?” rafe turned you around so you were face to face. you trailed a finger down his jaw. “well, i’ve always wanted kids..” you smiled. “with me though?” rafe’s eyes softened when you nodded.

“with only you..”

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blowmymbackout · 1 month ago

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GIRL let's be fr do we even remember the reason we put him out in the first place?????

"This is the last time Terry" girl we said that the last time 😑

"I'm desperate for it" my man is begging for some pu$$y and guess what imma let him have it 🥵

“Look how sexy you look,” he said. He pulled your hair and made you lift your face to the mirror. You saw your mouth dropped open, eyes at half mast, ass in the air. Terry hovered on top of you, muscles bunching and flexing beneath his effort.

please don't talk to me like that

Terry yanked on your hair until you brought your hands up to clutch at his hand. You were on your knees, chest poked out, hissing with pain. Your pussy clenched around his dick, unable to hide how much it turned you on when he manhandled you.

sister that man is bout to have me climbing up the walls

“I think you forgot who you’re talking to,” he said. He kissed your cheek and looked at you in the mirror.

i actually didn't i know you big daddy fr 😏🙂‍↕️

Terry groaned, getting lost in it, as he fucked you like a toy. “Takin’ me so well, you a professional, huh?” He asked.

i'm his own personal pōrn star..... no fr why did we kick him out the house 4months ago ??? cause he can't be talking to me like this and doing me wrong 😑

“Say you miss me. Say you want this baby I’m finna give you,” he said. He locked eyes with you in the mirror.

i would've been crying cause he got me y'all 😔 sista down help

“I need to hear that you crave this dick. That you get flashbacks, times when I hit it well. That you wake up in the middle of the night, burning, wanting to call me but knowing that if you do, it’s just one more step to me moving back in. Moving back in and taking care of you, of Cadence, of this baby,” he said. He couldn’t help moving a little, rocking you up and down his dick once.

he saying all of this and he need to be proposing to me while he in it 🫠🫠

“I want that baby,” you moaned. Fuck, how could you not? How could you not want another tether to him? Another way to call him yours?

fuck it we ball 🤷🏾‍♀️

"Don’t worry. I’ll be back tonight fucking that attitude out of you,” he said.

sir yes Sir 🫡

Girrrlll a thought if you will but Terry Richmond the idea of a breeding kink with him. A thought that randomly popped into my unhinged brain for him. Cause GIRL! He’s already toxic in bed and just add that to the mix.

A/N: You sneakin a peek at my drafts????

I Swear I'll Never Leave

Pairing: Toxic Baby Daddy!Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, angst if you squint, fingering (fem receiving), teasing, size kink, dirty talk, mean Terry, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking, breeding kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, manhandling, persuasion through the power of dick, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: See Ask. When Terry comes to pick up your daughter, you can’t help picking a fight with him. He sends your daughter outside to wait with Mike while he makes sure you understand a few things.

Word Count: 4,909k

AO3 Link

A/N: WHEW. I hope this lives up to the hype. This is close to the daydream I had. Ya'll know how hard it is to match it perfectly lol. This hurt ME so I hope you enjoy. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Loud banging on the metal door tore your attention away from your Kindle. You groaned and looked at the time on your alarm clock. It was past two. One of your biggest pet peeves about your baby daddy was that he was annoyingly on time. You were not.

You groaned and got up from bed, picking up the pace once you heard your daughter, Cadence, hopping up and down on your hardwood floors. “Daddy’s here! Daddy’s here!” She giggled, hopping in a circle outside of your room.

“Yes, baby, I heard him,” you said, hunting for your robe. You were only in a giant red sleep shirt while you waited for laundry to get done. The banging continued and you took your precious time finding said robe. That man would just have to wait.

“Mommy, he’s hereeeee,” Cadence sang, bouncing on the balls of her little feet.

“Yes, baby, I know. What did we say about patience?” You asked, grabbing your robe from your chair and putting it on. It was actually an old one of Terry’s that was soft and reminded you of him.

Cadence sighed and stuck out her bottom lip. She looked down and sighed again. “Sometimes we have to wait for what we want,” she said, her voice sounding the complete opposite from what it was before.

You chuckled and tapped her nose. “Alright now. Go get your things and I’ll let your daddy in, okay?” You asked.

Cadence’s smile returned full force, lighting up her face that looked so much like Terry. Like he spat the baby out and you just carried her. It was honestly disrespectful. Terry banged on the door once more, getting louder and more annoying with it.

You huffed and walked to the front of the house, opening the wooden door. “Can you stop banging on my door like you the police?” You asked.

Terry chuckled and scratched at his beard. The stubble made him look more rugged and you fought a shiver as you took in the rest of him. He wore black sweats and a matching black tank top molded to his body.

Tank tops were made for someone like him. Someone so chiseled and well defined. He still kept up his training, still made sure to spend hours in the gym keeping up his physique. It was annoying as hell. Like why couldn’t he let himself go? Couldn’t he make it easier to leave him alone?

“If you just gave me a key…” Terry said, leaning against the metal door. His gorgeousness was disrupted by the metal screen and you took a deep breath. Facing Terry was like coming into contact with the divine. He was far from a saint, but he was so damn pretty.

“Nice try. Can’t have you walking in if I have company,” you said, opening the door, finally. Terry’s ever changing eyes watched your every movement. He smiled once you were revealed and you tightened the string on the robe.

“If you miss me, just say that,” he said, his eyes going lower and lower. You crossed your legs and your arms, communicating to him that you were closed for business.

“I’m doing mighty fine without you, thank you,” you said. You looked behind you. For all her excitement, what the hell was taking Cadence so long?

“Mhm,” Terry hummed, smirk curling his lips. You ignored him, tapping your foot on the ground.

“It’s been four months. When are you gonna let me back in?” Terry moved to take up the entire door frame with his height and size. He wore a do-rag on his head, the ends tucked in. Dressed in all black as he was, he may as well have been a giant red flag.

“How about…October 32nd?” You asked, grinning at him.

Terry chuckled. “That’s not what you said last time,” he said.

“I was drunk last time. I would’ve said anything to get off,” you said, just as Cadence came flying through the living room.

“Dadddddyyyyyyyy!” She screamed and launched herself at him. He bent down at the last minute and caught her, giving her a giant hug and swinging her from side to side.

“How is my little baby?” He asked. He hefted Cadence onto his hip and looked up at her. The grin on her face. You smiled and took out your phone to capture a photo of the both of them. Terry hung the moon as far as your daughter was concerned. As long as he remained a good father, you weren’t going to stand in the way of that.

She was old enough to realize that daddy was no longer at home with her, but young enough to not fully realize why. You didn’t have the words to explain to her that you loved Terry, but you couldn’t be in the same room with him without wanting to commit bloody murder.

Cadence chattered away, telling Terry everything he missed since the last time he saw her. He listened to everything, casting glances at you. You shared a smile with him, admiring this beautiful, creative daughter you made together.

“I can’t wait to hear more, baby, but I need to talk to mommy. Go play with Uncle Mike until we’re done,” he said.

“We don’t have to talk,” you said. If he went on and left, you could enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend doing absolutely fucking nothing. After laundry and the dishes, you planned on relaxing tonight. You just needed to decide on which type of alcohol to accompany you.

Terry flicked his eyes to you and raised an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes. The fuck does he want?

Cadence pouted as Terry put her down but she saw Mike leaning against Terry’s truck. He waved to you and you returned it, watching Cadence run into his arms with the same force she did for Terry. Mike scooped her up and gave her a big hug, tickling her.

Terry stepped into the house like he owned it. Sure, both of your names were on the deed, but that didn’t mean shit. “Hey!” You called after him and then closed the door.

Terry looked around and you spread your arms, following behind him. “What the hell are you doing?” You asked.

Terry checked the living room and then turned back to you with a smirk on his lips. He approached you and you backed away. You realized what he was doing and then stopped, held your ground. Terry encroached into your personal space, looking down his wide nose at you.

“I know you miss me,” he said.

You laughed and shook your head. “The fuck make you think that?” You asked and crossed your arms.

“You pick fights when you need some dick,” he said.

You sputtered as your brain stalled. You wanted to yell at him, curse him, and kick his ass out of your house. But your body was a traitor. You flushed with heat and you grew wet between your legs.

Fuck. Tequila it was tonight as you threw on a good porno and got yourself off. You had been feeling restless lately, feeling like you wanted to chew through bricks if it meant getting some relief. Ovulation week was horrible. Nothing but dick on the brain and how soon you could get some. How he knew that was a damn mystery, but you tightened the belt on the robe to the point of pain and then re-crossed your arms.

“That’s not true,” you said.

Terry advanced on you, pushing you backwards with a few fingers on your tummy. Your back hit the door frame separating the front room from the hallway. Once he had you where he wanted, he pulled at the robe you had on. Your thighs tingled and he opened the robe to reveal your sleep shirt.

“Laundry day?” He asked.

“How the fu–”

Terry leaned down and brought his lips to yours. He stopped just before contact and you smelled the fresh mint on his breath. “Don’t you know by now that I notice everything about you?” He asked.

He curled a finger under your chin and lifted it until you looked into the deep pool of his eyes. His thumb stroked your chin and your pussy felt it. It throbbed and the wetness got worse.

You licked your lips and huffed, giving him a shrug. “I don’t need any help, thank you,” you said. You pushed at his shoulder but he didn’t budge. Didn’t even pretend to. You sighed and tried a different tactic. “Cadence has been looking forward to today for a while. You shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

Terry’s smile was slow and near animalistic. “Speaking of, isn’t it time for us to have another?” He asked.

You burst with laughter, the force of it stealing your breath. You shook your head and looked at him. His eyes were trained on you, tracking everything, before you burst into laughter once more. You wiped the corners of your eyes and shook your head. “Fuck no,” you said.

“You sure? Remember how much fun we had making Cadence?” He asked. He kissed the corner of your mouth and then moved his hand from your chin, down around your breast, and then further down to your stomach.

He flattened his big hand across your tummy, giving it a squeeze. His palm was warm, seeping through your shirt. If you had on panties, they’d be ruined by now. You were too turned on. Too flushed with heat. Too down bad to continue even the smallest torture. And he knew it.

He hummed as he sighed with satisfaction, like he just confirmed something he had been questioning. He blinked and that turned you on. That’s how you knew you were fucked. “Let’s make a son,” he said.

“So I can go through pregnancy alone? Again?” You asked.

Terry winced and you immediately felt bad. That was below the belt. You sighed and leaned away from him, pushing at his hand. “This is why we don’t work,” you whispered. Terry made you bring your claws out. Wanting to hurt him. And that wasn’t what relationships were about. You shouldn’t want to hurt the love of your life.

Terry kept his hand on your belly and brought his other hand to cup your cheek. “I know I fucked up. But we do work well together,” he said.

“You didn’t! I was…” You groaned and threw up your hands. Once more, you tried to fight him. To move. To get out from under his influence. He was your worst drug of choice and you were too weak to stay away. Too weak to walk away.

Terry stayed in place. He kept his hand cupped to your cheek, holding you in place, and moved his other hand from your stomach down to the edge of your shirt. You gasped as he lifted it, inch by slow, torturous inch, and then skated his fingers along the crease between your thigh and pelvis. His rough fingers felt too good and you leaned into it before catching yourself.

Terry hummed as he moved his fingers between your legs, seeking between your damp curls, and then wiggling between your pussy lips. You hissed and held onto his shoulders, dug your nails in.

Terry kissed your cheek. “This is why we work well together. The way you respond…you can’t fake that,” he said. He brought his forehead to the side of yours, fingers starting to play with your essence. He always stopped before he got too close to your clit.

“We can’t build something on a foundation of sex, Terry,” you said.

“That isn’t our foundation. We still love each other. We’re still in love with each other,” he said, his deep voice was like a physical caress on your body. You felt it along the curves of your hips and the dip between your thighs. You spread your legs wider, giving him more access.

Your skin felt like it was going to burn to a crisp. You sunk your nails into his shoulders and Terry groaned, rolling his hips forward. You looked down and saw the tent he pitched in his sweats, giving you a nice outline of his dick. His glorious, beautiful dick.

Your thoughts turned fuzzy as he continued to tease you. He’d definitely hit that spot. That deep spot inside that only he could reach. You were pretty sure he created that spot just for him, knowing damn well no other man would compare to his size. Compared to the way he took care of you in the bedroom.

Combined with your hormones going haywire, your knees grew weaker. Your clit throbbed as his questing fingers grew closer and you whimpered as he moved away, swirling figure eight’s with your essence.

“Let me cum,” you whispered, moving your hips to chase after his fingers.

“Let me back in the house,” he countered. You sighed and rubbed your head against his.

“Terry…” You said.

He called your name and then moved his fingers to your entrance. You gasped and he lifted your chin. He pulled back to look into your eyes. Your eyelids were heavy, drooping on a mix of ovulation and lust.

You were leaving half moons in his skin from your nails. You relaxed and rubbed the pain away. It gave you something to focus on other than his beautiful hands playing you like a damn fiddle.

Terry pushed his middle finger into your pussy and you moaned, loudly, lewdly, mouth falling open and closed. You wanted to make another sound but fuck if you knew what it would be.

“How long has it been since last time? Since I was playing in this pussy?” Terry asked. He stepped closer. You brought your leg up to rub against his thigh. It opened you up further for him to pump his thick finger in and out of you.

In no time, he had you moaning and biting your lip. You were so close…almost there…and…Terry pulled his finger out. You groaned and looked at him. He smirked while he brought his finger to his mouth and suckled.

“Get that sexy ass on our bed,” Terry said. He moved back slowly so you’d have a chance to lower your leg.

You whined and stomped your foot. Terry tilted his head. You sighed and moved away from him, marching your ass to the bed. “This is the last time, Terry,” you said over your shoulder. Out from underneath him, clarity returned to your brain.

You were saying yes for you. You were saying yes because you deserved it. You were saying yes because fuck, it’d been two weeks since he blew your back out and you needed that same loving to get you through the next two weeks.

In two weeks, you’d be stronger. You’d be able to resist him. You’d be able to look across the threshold at him, picking up your daughter, and not feel that tug towards him. That glimpse into the man you fell in love with before he went into the service. You’d remain unaffected and in control.

Tonight, you were just ready to turn your brain off. Ready to fuck him like you missed him and then let him go after. You walked into your bedroom and moved your Kindle to the nightstand. Terry’s heavy footfalls sounded behind you, matching the beat of your erratic heart.

“You said that last time,” he said.

You smoothed out the comforter, in your favorite color, and rolled your eyes. “And I meant it. I mean it now,” you said.

Terry chuckled. “Yes, ma’am. And you’ll mean it next time?” He asked.

Terry opened the cabinet in your hallway and took out a towel. You lifted your eyes at him. “Someone’s a little confident,” you said.

“It’s cute when you try to act tough. Like you not drooling over this dick,” he said. He entered the room and took a look around. You wondered if he was comparing things to the last time he was here. Cadence was away at a sleepover and you broke down and asked him to come over to handle the heat between your thighs.

“Drooling?” You asked and laughed. “If you desperate for this kitty, just say that.”

“I’m desperate for it,” he said, flicking his warm eyes towards you. You snapped your mouth shut and stared while he laid the towel down on the edge of the bed. He finished and then crossed the room to you.

“You can pretend all you want, but if you didn’t want me? You wouldn’t have worn this,” he said and pulled off the robe. He balled it up and then tossed it to the chair where it usually resided. You licked your lips for lack of a better response. Because…fair.

“And, you would have put on some panties. Some pants,” he said. He lifted your shirt off in one rough yank and you gasped. Terry hummed and looked you up and down. “And you definitely wouldn’t have answered the door like this. Since you did, that can only mean you need me.”

“Need is such a big word,” you said.

Terry slipped his fingers into your hair and pulled. You moaned and closed your eyes. He walked with you like that, fist full of your hair, to the edge of the bed. He made you climb on the foot of the bed and once in position, he moved you to face the corner of your room.

The floor mirror showed your reflection, hair pulled up and away in Terry’s hand. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive. You absolutely missed this. Missed the way he looked at you like he couldn’t breathe without your smile in his life. Your body naturally bent forward, sticking your ass higher.

Terry locked eyes with you in the mirror. “Need is a very big word,” he said. He smacked your ass and moaned in the back of his throat.

The pain in your ass blossomed, radiated with fire. Terry delivered a few more smacks. Each one stung worse than the last, but you started to look forward to his smacks. You lifted your ass higher, meeting his hand. Your pussy dripped with your essence. You moaned, pussy clenching as you looked at the focus on his face. The determination.

His mouth was twisted and his eyebrows were furrowed as he painted your ass with his hand. You started to shake, started to tremble, before he stopped and smoothed his hand down your ass.

You hissed and moaned, pushing your ass into his hand. Terry yanked on your hair and you groaned as you lifted off of the bed.

“Look at me,” he ordered. You found his eyes in the mirror. He smiled as he lowered his sweats and then plunged inside of you in one rough thrust.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” you gasped. Terry’s smirk grew wider. He held firm to your hair, pulling to the point of pain, while he kept himself buried to the hilt. Your nails dug into the sheets, pulled at the covers.

“Look so fuckin’ gorgeous takin’ dick,” he said.

Your fist pounded feebly on the bed. You couldn’t move unless he willed it. You could only look at the satisfaction on his face. “Condom,” you choked out.

“We don’t need one, do we?” He asked. He pulled out and then pushed back in. You felt every inch of him. Every long, beautiful inch of his dick sliding against your wet walls.

Now was not the right time for another baby. You finally felt like you had a handle on Cadence. And she was plenty to handle on a good day. “She won’t forgive us for another baby,” you said, trying to come up for a good reason not to let him bathe your insides. At the moment, everything was coming up short. He and your body were working against your higher functioning. Breaking you down to the basest drive to fuck and make babies.

Terry pushed in and out of you a few more times, letting your essence coat his dick. “She’ll forgive us,” he said and sped up, slamming his hips into yours. He tightened his hold on your hair, pulling your neck to the side so he could lean down and lick.

You moaned and shivered, a tingle spreading throughout your body. He stroked, moving his hips, and hitting it just like you needed it.

“Fuck, Terry, fuck, fuck,” you moaned. Your body raced towards an orgasm. There was no teasing, no playing coy or shy. There was just the feel of him inside of you. Where he belonged. Where he needed to be. You came in no time, embarrassingly easy, and you screamed your release.

Terry kissed and licked your neck and ear, moaning. His breaths fanned across your neck, right where he licked, and it raised goosebumps on your flesh.

“Missed this pussy. Missed the way you ride me,” he moaned.

“Shh, you talk too damn much,” you said, waving him away. One orgasm only fed the next one, making your thighs shake on him. His thighs hit your ass, creating a perfect, rhythmic smack that was seriously turning you on.

“I think you forgot who you’re talking to,” he said. He kissed your cheek and looked at you in the mirror.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry,” you said. You shook your head.

Terry grinned, showing off that beautiful, devastating smile of his. He grabbed your titty, squeezed the fuck out of your sensitive nipple, and then started ramming in and out of you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you screamed.

His dick speared you, slamming into your walls. Your very womb ached from his strokes. Wet, loud squelching filled the room. Terry moaned, cursing low and under his breath. Thank god for the towel. You were soaked. And you were flooding his dick with your essence, making you into a slip n’ slide.

Terry groaned, getting lost in it, as he fucked you like a toy. “Takin’ me so well, you a professional, huh?” He asked.

You shook your head, unable to speak. Unable to hear properly. He found that deep spot inside, practically kissing your cervix, dick hitting it with precision. You moaned, low and long. You squeezed the hand that held your hair and he ignored you.

“Keep this up, you gon’ make me bust. That’s what you want, right?” He asked.

You nodded. Fuck, yes, you wanted it. You needed it. You needed his cum inside of you. You wanted to be the only receptacle for his cum. If it wasn’t in his hand, you wanted it all over you and inside of you. You wanted, you wanted, you wanted.

“Words,” he said. Both of you grew damp with sweat. Bodies sliding against each other. Grabbing onto each other for dear life. As if the moment you let go, you’d fade away forever. You’d drown and lose yourself and he was your only tether to the real world. It came down to you connected to him.

“I can’t,” you moaned. You weren’t going to last much longer. You were close again. So fuckin’ close that it hurt. Your tummy cramped, the need to cum overwhelming. You also didn’t want to give in. Didn’t want to concede.

“Admit you need me,” he said.

“Terry, please,” you whined. Terry slowed down his strokes. “No, no, no!”

Terry moved his hand from your titty to lay across your entire chest. He kept you upright with his arm, hand grabbing your other titty so he could roll your nipple between his fingers. You whined and cried, tears gathering in your eyes. “Please,” you whimpered.

“Say you miss me. Say you want this baby I’m finna give you,” he said. He locked eyes with you in the mirror.

He saw everything. Saw the way you were sniffling and pleading with your eyes. You squeezed his hand that was still clutching your hair but he refused to move. His dick throbbed, still lodged inside you, and you wanted to collapse. This was too much for you. Too intense.

“Terry,” you begged.

Terry kissed your cheek, the space beneath your ear, and then licked the shell of your ear. “I need to hear it,” he said, his voice low.

You closed your eyes as you retreated from the edge. You groaned as you could feel it going away.

“Fuck,” you moaned. Your pussy clenched around him and Terry groaned.

“I know that pussy want it. Hear how she talkin’? What she trynna say to me?” He asked.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, voice breathy. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“What’s she really saying?” He asked.

“I want that baby,” you moaned. Fuck, how could you not? How could you not want another tether to him? Another way to call him yours?

Your problems were in the back of your mind. You were tired of sleeping in a cold bed. Tired of handling Cadence by yourself. Tired of doing this shit by yourself. You wanted your man at home. Wanted him deep in your pussy whenever the mood struck.

“That’s my girl,” he said. He started moving again, slamming his dick in and out of you. He moved his hand from your titties to your stomach, stopping to squeeze your belly. You moaned and he squeezed again.

You loved when he did that. When he touched you possessively. Hungrily. Like there was too much skin for him to get to at once. Like he wanted it all, wanted every last inch of you there was to have. You matched his strokes, throwing it back on him.

Terry groaned and moved his hands to your pussy, pushing past your pussy lips and stroking your clit. He rubbed furiously, flicking your clit, and you made incoherent sounds. Sputtered through moans, groans, and “oh my god, yes, please, nut in me, nut in meeeee, oueee.”

Terry growled in your ear and that sent you over. The raw need in his throat. You twitched and jerked, moaning, promising him however many babies he wanted. His chuckle was cut off by a groan as he stroked a few more times before cumming.

He rammed one last time and kept you plugged up while he came and came. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted your inner walls and your brain turned to mush as he did so. His dick throbbed. Your pussy ached. A deep hole was filled by him. By this beautiful, messy, fucked up, toxic man you called the love of your life.

“Fuuuck,” you twitched on his throbbing dick. He groaned as he huffed and recovered from his orgasm, pulling out to watch himself leak out. He spread your ass cheeks, gave it a smack, and then reentered you.

“Ouee, shit,” you moaned, thighs tingling.

Terry chuckled and bottomed out, keeping himself there. “I think we just made a son, baby,” he said and pulled you into a kiss. Your neck ached in this position but fuck it. You wanted his sloppy, wet kisses.

He kissed you sweetly as he moved his hand from your pussy to your stomach, massaging it. You giggled and tapped at his shoulder. “Really mu’fucker?” You asked.

He chuckled and pecked you on the lips. “Just increasing our chances. Get this sexy, beautiful body in the shower. You gotta start taking care of the both of you,” he said.

You laughed and pushed at his shoulder with yours. “You get on my nerves!” You said, disentangling his hand from your hair.

Terry moved, pushing his cum deeper inside with shallow strokes. You hissed and moaned, loving the feeling of him. “I’m gonna take Cadence out to the park. And then we’re gonna have dinner tonight and explain that Daddy’s moving back in,” he said.

You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes. But you didn’t argue. “Yes, Daddy,” you moaned.

Terry pulled out and helped clean you up, taking the soaked towel off of the bed and throwing it in the laundry room. He fixed his outfit and you watched from the bed, sorry he hadn’t gotten naked as well.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back tonight fucking that attitude out of you,” he said.

You gasped and he chuckled, running out of the house before you could call him everything but a child of God.

The end.