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[jelicoxoxo]

Baby, I like your style

Characters: Vil Schoenheit

Summary: Vil with a black girlfriend🫶🏽

A/N: I don’t see black reader fics for twst like I do the other fandoms I’m in, so I came to serve myself <3

Warnings: Black! reader(obv), fem! reader. Reader wears acrylics, Romantic relationship, Implied modern au, but not specified. Pretty short but this was an impulse write.

no proofread cause I’ll wanna delete it

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Vil never paid much attention to romantic relationships—or even pursuing them, he was far to busy to do so. His career came first after all, a relationship would only get in the way.

Or at least that’s what he thought before meeting you.

First, you had caught his attention with a sweet and expensive smelling perfume, immediately dragging his eyes from his manager and towards you. Usually, he could tell what products another was wearing just based off of smell alone— yet he couldn’t pinpoint what you where wearing, only that it smelled sweet, like candy.

Then, you had the audacity to look as good as you smelled, a unique and eye catching hair style, outfit that hugged your curves perfectly, but not to much, and that only you could pull off. Hell, even your skin held a shimmer in the light, and he wouldn’t have noticed his staring if it weren’t for your eyes meeting his.

Vil couldn’t do anything but give a small smile, turning his attention back to his manager that was still going on and on about a role he’d turn down anyway. It was obvious that you put a lot of effort into your appearance, you where beautiful and you knew it. He knew that if Rook was here, he would never stop gushing over your beauty, rightfully so.

When you actually started talking and hanging out, nobody suspected that he’d fall for you—and you didn’t either. Yet here he was, paying for your nail appointments, your hair, clothes, makeup, doing your makeup, anything that helped maintain your beauty. You had this pretty ass man wrapped around your finger, He even gave you his personalized skincare products, including you in his routine— and was surprised when you turned around and had HIM try YOUR routine.

And he let you. He let you lay him down on your soft bed, watching some show you had put on as background noise but it had started getting good. He let you pull his hair back with a fuzzy soft hairband, and let you smear the cocoa butter on his cheeks before rubbing it into his skin in circular motions.

When you where done with the routine, his skin was not only soft and moisturized (when is it not), but smelled good as well.

Eventually, he noticed his bedtime approaching, getting comfortable in the sheets and adjusting the blanket, but seeing you scrunch your nose at him in a disapproving manner had made him think twice. Did he forget something? Cross a boundary?

“Is something bothering you?” Vil asked, blinking up at you from where he laid as you got up and walked to the other side of the room. It had amused him when you came back and wordlessly slipped a bonnet on his head, tucking the loose strands of hair in with your new acrylic nails and humming with contentment.

“Ah, I see. Thank you.”

“You can keep it, I have several.” You said, putting one on your own head and turning the light off, going to bed with a satisfied smile beside him. He wondered how he didn’t think of wearing a bonnet to bed himself, the satin fabric soft against his forehead.

“Goodnight, Love.”

“G’night, love you too.”

So maybe, pursuing someone wasn’t so pestering after all. His career would live.

~~~~~ <3

[cupidscrule]

[taweetie]

Coco Jones | BET Awards 2024

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

(Not) an approved use of the Power Of Friendship

[raspberriesss]

Thinking about Simon seeing you in his clothes.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You couldn’t help but slip on one of Simon’s t-shirts once in a while, they were just so comfortable. The fabric hung loosely over your body, hitting just about the top of your thighs. You knew it didn’t bother him when you would sneak and borrow a shirt, matter of fact, it didn’t bother him at all.

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It was the evening. The sun had begun to set, golden rays of light shining through the kitchen window as you finished cleaning the last of the dirty dishes. Simon was out, picking up a few things from the grocery store for the upcoming week.

There you stood in front of the sink, wearing one of Simon’s t-shirts, the not-quite-long-enough length making any slight raise of your arms reveal the fabric of your panties. Music blasted into your ears through your earbuds, lips murmuring out the lyrics of the song playing.

The slight vibration of footsteps on the tile floor made you flinch suddenly, head turning to see Simon just a few feet away, plastic grocery bags in hand as he stared you down. You wiped one of your wet hands on the dish towel resting over your shoulder, taking out an earbud. “What’s wrong?” You said, seeing how he was seemingly just staring you down.

“It’s nothing,” he seemed to choke out, chocolate brown eyes looking you up and down. You gazed at him suspiciously before returning to your previous task. While you washed up the dishes he put away the groceries, occasionally stealing unnecessary touches across your waist.

“Just gotta get past you here, love,” he’d murmur out, his large hand squeezing the side of your waist as he put various boxes away into an overhead cabinet. You were soon done with the dishes, helping put away the remaining groceries.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you went to grab the last item to put away. “Lookin’ s’ good right now,” he murmured out against your ear, teeth nibbling against your earlobe gently. Your cheeks flushed at his sudden affection, swallowing thickly. His rough hand moved down to the edge of your his shirt, fingers bunching it up slightly.

His cool fingers traced along the edge of your panties, fingers dipping slightly under the fabric, your breath hitching in your throat. “Si,” you breathed out faintly, one of your hands going to rest over his on your waist. “Look so good in my clothes, sweets, s’good,” he breathed out against your ear, nudging you forward gently, pressing you against the counter.

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Here's the fic from the poll, if anyone would like a part 2, please let me know!

Please feel free to leave requests! : ̗̀➛ 💌

[celestialalpacaron]

Overlord Husk AU || “Bad Guys and Good Boys” LAST PAGE (Page 3)

Okay fine I’ll have them smooch ONCE, go nuts, y’all have been very good UwU time to work on the next one TEEHEE-

Anyways I love Husk being “lol hurting you??? Why???? You’re good for me 🩷” to his male wife yes yes yes excellent WE LOVE TO SEE HIM DOTE ON HIS BELOVED BADDIE 😩😭💕💕💕

[solar-socks]

let him be just a lil bit unhinged

[gumii-bearr]

Heyy i dont exactly know how to write request So im trying to do it like this i guess?..

Andd i would really like if you could do like heian sukuna nsfw? When its like morning, And reader wakes up to sukuna kissing her neck?

Pretty please 😞🩷

YES MA'AM HAHAHAH YESSSS this is gonna be true form sukuna btw... cus im kinda feral for him.

❝ use your words ❞

summary: you look so fucking cute when you're sleeping.

featuring... ryomen sukuna

content warning: MDNI (18+), fem!reader, slight somnophilia, true form sukuna, two dicks sukuna, double penetration oh god, ass play, anal (im sorry but im also not), fingering, anal fingering, spitting, cuddlefucking then doggy, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie (naughty naughty) rough sex, spanking, squirting, heian era sukuna, possessive sukuna, toxic relationship maybe?, biting, marking, swears?, size kink!, dirty talk, overstimulation, hand mouth oh lord.

author's note: FERAL I AM FERAL– IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH BUT I GOT CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY ANON

Sukuna finds it hard to resist you in this state.

He's not sure what it is about you. Perhaps the way your soft lips part as little breaths fan across his arm under your head, or maybe it's the way your yukata parts, showing the gentle swell of your breasts, your chest rising and falling slowly as you breathe.

He tends to just watch you when you're like this. Revel in the way your smaller body presses against his stocky build, how your small hands are clutched around his thick wrist.

He likes the power he has over you, how could he not? You're so fucking cute and innocent and it drives him mad.

You have no idea the effect you have on him, but you can sure feel it when he presses it against your clothed ass when you're busying yourself with chores or getting ready for your day.

Sukuna is always stalking around nearby, keeping a watchful eye (or eyes) on you. You're a good girl, you behave yourself, always willing and ready to please him. That's what he keeps you around for after all.

Because no one can compare to you.

Sukuna struggles to be gentle with you most of the time. Always grabbing and pulling and manhandling you into whatever position he wants you in.

But when you're sleeping so soundly beside him, your little ass wriggling against his hips and your eyelashes resting atop your cheeks, he almost wants to be gentle to keep you asleep.

One of Sukuna's hands rests on your waist, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your loose yukata to touch your tummy. You're so warm and so cute.

He lifts his head, licking his lips as his eyes catch the soft skin of your neck and shoulder. He can't help himself, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, lips grazing over the numerous love bites in various stages of healing over your pretty skin.

You whine in your sleep, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of his lips across your sensitive neck.

"Shhh, shhh," he coos against your ear, another one of his hands pulling your yukata open, exposing your pretty tits to the cool night air.

Your little hands tighten around his forearm and he smirks against your neck. Another one of his lower arms moves down your exposed body toward your unclothed cunt, still wet and soft from earlier in the night.

His graze your wet heat, cunt still glistening with slick, just the way he likes to leave you.

Sukuna's lower arm snakes around your thigh, gently lifting your outer leg over his thick thigh, pressing his tight muscles against your unclothed heat.

"'Kuna?" your voice comes out in a tired whine, still quiet and laced with sleep.

"Go back to sleep, little one," he mutters against your ear, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw.

"Mm–" you hum, your hand grabbing at his large hand splayed over your tummy.

Sukuna finally presses his rough fingers against your clit, already swollen and red, begging for his attention. You let out a whiny moan at the feeling, your hand coming up to thread through Sukuna's hair as he kisses and bites at your neck.

"S'wet for me," he teases, grinning against your neck as your slick leaks out of you and onto his fingers, allowing him to quicken his pace against your little clit.

"Mm, 'Kuna, please," you whine, humping and grinding your hips against his thick, strong thigh.

"S'needy," his voice is low but he gives in to you, pressing his thick fingers into your little hole. You're only taking two of his fingers to the first knuckle and you're so tight. "Relax, little one. I can't give you what you want if you don't relax."

You do your best, releasing the tension in your thighs and letting Sukuna plunge his fingers into your gummy walls.

You throw your head back, allowing Sukuna to nip at your skin, your neck glistening with saliva from his wet kisses.

Sukuna's fingers are big and long, always able to reach parts of you that you could never reach with your own fingers, not that you ever have to anymore with how attentive Sukuna can be (more like he's always ready to fuck you good if you just say the word).

Sukuna lifts his thigh, pulling your legs further apart to fuck your little cunt open with his fingers, his fingers curling against the spongy spot inside you before scissoring you open to get you ready for him.

Sukuna isn't the type to get you off with just his fingers. He likes to, getting a fucking ego boost from the fact he can make you fall apart using just his hands.

But where's the fun in just getting you off?

"That's it, brat," he smirks, your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs and coating Sukuna's hand. "Always such a good girl f'me."

Sukuna manifests a mouth on his palm, a tongue sticking out to flick over your neglected clit. You whine loudly, your hand grabbing at his wrist because it's just too much. It feels too good.

Sukuna clicks his tongue, "mm-mm, little one. You're gonna take it, hm?"

It's not a question, it's a command.

His upper arm grabs at your hand, lifting it away from his lower wrist to pin it above your head.

Your thighs shake and your tummy burns as the tongue and fingers between your legs send you hurtling over the edge of bliss, your head throwing back with a loud moan, tears pricking the corners of your eyes and he fingers fucks you through your high.

"'Kuna-! P-Please," you cry out, thighs attempting to squeeze together as his fingers and tongue begin to overstimulate you.

"What's that, little one? Please what?" he's teasing you. Trying to embarrass you and make you beg.

"Fuck me," you whine, "please, please–"

"You think you deserve it? Going to bed with no panties? Sleeping in this thin little thing," he emphasises by rubbing your hardened nipple over the thin fabric of your yukata. "you wanted this, hm?"

"I always want you, 'Kuna," you let out a breathy sigh, "always wanna be ready f'you."

He smirks against your skin, "such a good little girl."

Sukuna suddenly rolls you onto your tummy, lifting your yukata over your ass (which is still red with bites and slap marks from the night before).

You help him as he uses his lower arms to lift your hips up, propping your ass up against his hardened clothed cocks.

"Feel what you do to me, little one?" he smirks, rolling your hips against his. "you have no shame."

You press your face into the sheets below, hands gripping the fabric as Sukuna kneads the flesh of your cute little ass.

Your back arches when Sukuna runs the pad of his thumb over the tight ring of muscles that is your little asshole. You're always so responsive to him, he's sure he'll never get enough of you.

"Such a whore having your little ass played with," his voice is low and god he likes teasing you because it's so easy.

"'Kuna," you whine as he circles your little asshole, your cunt spasming and throbbing without even being touched.

Sukuna leans over you, letting a glob of spit fall from his mouth and onto your tight rim. You moan at the coolness of it, resting your forehead against your forearm to attempt muffling your moans.

Sukuna chuckles lowly at you before pressing his thumb into your ass, just to the first knuckle, but enough for you to grip the sheets and pant at the burning stretch.

He's done this before, you've let him fuck your ass countless times but you'll never be able to get over how fucking good it feels to have him stretch you open.

Sukuna's upper arms are gripping your hips to keep your from squirming away from his touch while his lower hands play with you. One of them with a thumb in your ass while the other kneads at your asscheek and spreads you open.

He takes it slow at first, but Sukuna is not known for patience.

He presses the rest of his thumb into your ass, unable to resist a chuckle as you moan and cry into the pillows. He pumps his thumb in a few times before he pulls it out, letting you relax for half a moment before his fingers, still wet from the slick of your orgasm, press into your asshole to stretch you open for his thick cock.

"Mm– F-Fuck–" you curse, fist scrunching into the sheets.

One of Sukuna's upper hands suddenly grips your hair, pulling you up against him harshly, your thighs quivering.

"M'gonna fuck your little ass and your pussy at the same time, can you handle that f'me, little one?"

You nod your head without thinking, feeling Sukuna's thick fingers inside you making you absolutely dizzy.

"Mhm-! I can do it," you cry out, his other hand coming up to wrap around your pretty throat, squeezing softly.

"Mm, good girl, I know you can do it," he grins, finally letting go of your hair and your throat to force you back down onto the mattress.

Sukuna finally pulls his fingers out of your ass and shrugs off the yukata draped over him, letting his hard, leaking cocks spring free, his upper cock slapping against his toned abdomen.

You peer behind you and watch as Sukuna pumps his upper cock, the tip red, leaking and angry.

You gulp back the spit pooling in your mouth, your pupils dilated as you peer up at his toned, tattooed body with those cute little eyes.

"I'll start gentle, baby girl," he smirks, already reading your mind with how you eye his cock closely.

He'll start gentle. Key word is start.

Sukuna grips his upper cock, his free hand spreading your slick over his cock to make it easier to push into your tight ass.

You let out a choked moan when he presses his tip against the tight ring of muscles, slowly easing his tip inside you. You cry and whine against the mattress as Sukuna eases into you.

"Shh, shh, you want the whole country to know what a whore you are for my cocks?" Sukuna coos, hands gripping your hips.

You don't know what fucking planet you're on when Sukuna finally bottoms out inside your ass, feeling every ridge and vein of his heavy cock.

"Told you to relax," Sukuna grunts, landing a hard smack! to your ass.

"M'trying," you cry, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks, "just s'big, 'Kuna."

Sukuna smirks and chuckles before pulling half way out and slamming his hips back in, your plush ass rippling against his hips.

Your thighs quiver and shake, back arching as Sukuna slowly and achingly pumps his thick cock into your ass, trying to loosen you just a little so he can fuck you into oblivion.

You nearly fucking scream when he lifts his other cock tip to your wet little cunt, pressing the tip inside you.

You feel so fucking full.

Sukuna fucks the air out of you when he sheathes both of his cocks into your snug little ass and cunt. You feel fucking dizzy, like your head will explode with how full of him you feel.

He's stretching you open and it burns but fuck it feels so good.

He lets you adjust for a moment, feeling your holes clench around him, so tight it might snap his cocks clean off.

"Feels good, huh?" He knows it feels good, your body is telling him everything he needs to know.

From how your cunt drips, slick running down your thighs, coating his cock and soaking the blankets below you. From how you pant and cry and whine like the little crybaby you are. He makes you feel so fucking good and it goes straight to his head.

"M'gonna move, little one. You gonna take it?"

You nod your head, panting against the mattress.

"Words," he commands, yanking on your hair again. "Use your words."

You bite at your lip, the burn in your skull from how hard he's gripping your hair would be awful if you weren't so tragically into it.

"I wan' you to move," you pant out, "please, 'Kuna."

He smirks at the little nickname before letting go of your hair to wrap his thick hand around your throat, squeezing softly as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming his hips back in.

Sukuna sets a brutal pace, your ass sore and red from how hard his hips slam against it. Your hands don't know what to grab so you grab at his hand around your throat.

Sukuna is strong enough to hold you up with just an arm, he's always been stronger than you with how he manhandles and carries you around.

His hands are all over you, gripping your hip, another gripping your throat, another circling your clit while his last free hand gropes at your bouncing tits.

Sukuna loves to overstimulate you, he loves how fucked out and stupid you get when you can't take all the pleasure he's giving you.

So he manifests mouths on all his hands, tongues flicking over your clit and nipples and throat. You scream out a choked moan, eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling of Sukuna everywhere.

His thick cocks split you open, pumping hard inside you and prodding at the most sensitive parts of you.

He bullies his cocks into you, the lewd skin on skin and squelches bouncing off the walls.

You're so damn loud and Sukuna can't get enough of it.

"M'gonna cum in your ass and cunt, little one. You want that?" He's teasing you again, he's gonna cum inside you no matter what, it's where his seed belongs, dripping from your little holes.

"Yes, yes-! I wan' it," you choke out.

"Good, cus I'm gonna fuck you full."

If he could fuck you any harder you'd say it was impossible, but Sukuna was never one to be strapped down by such absurdity.

Sukuna fucks you harder, tip prodding against your cervix while the other reaches deeper and deeper into your ass. He's groaning and grunting behind you, muttering about what a good girl you are while teasing you about being a whore for him.

You feel your belly burn but it feels different this time, a pressure building in your lower belly that hurts.

"W-Wait, 'Kuna– Something feels w-weird!"

Sukuna chuckles against your shoulder, biting down on the skin, "just let it happen, little one, 's gonna feel so good."

"Mm, b-but–" you cut yourself off with a moan as you feel something snap.

You gush hard around Sukuna's cocks, crying out as you squirt all over his lower abdomen, his thighs, your thighs and the blankets.

Sukuna can only laugh as he fucks you through your high, hands gripping your hips to slam you back to meet his thrusts.

"That's it, baby girl, s'good," he grunts out as he feels his own release crash into him, spurting hot ropes of his cum against your gummy walls.

You go limp as he continues to fuck you through his own high, fucking you so full of his cum that it slips out of your tight holes and down your legs.

Sukuna finally stops, cocks throbbing inside you as he lets go of your throat, allowing you to pant and whimper against the blankets.

"Hah, s'good, brat," he groans, finally pulling out of you with a quiet pop!

You whimper at the emptiness, your holes still spasming as his thick cum leaks out of you.

"Hah, that's a sight."

You feel like you're floating, your ass still in the air as you pant, attempting to catch your breath.

Sukuna stands up, disappearing somewhere before lifting your head.

You're covered in a thin sheen of sweat, your baby hairs sticking to your skin and your eyes tired and fucked out.

Sukuna's fingers rest under your chin as he eyes you.

"You did good, brat," he praises.

You smile tiredly before he leans down to press the softest kiss to your lips, something that is entirely rare for Sukuna.

"Yeah..." he mutters against your lips, "you did good, but you're not done."

Sukuna smirks against you before letting go of your chin and gripping the base of his still-hard upper cock. Your little doe eyes meet his and he raises a brow expectantly before pressing the tip to your lips.

"Well? Open up, little one."

author's note: i'm so bricked up. happy 1,000 followers!!!

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

Say hello to *Chonk,* painting number 8 in the Close Encounters Collection!

Thanksgiving edit: me after breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert!

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!

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[maiaczy]

Your past coming back to haunt you?

[majunju]

hashtag friends

[cerisereids]

thinking about tightening his tie for him then pulling him in for a kiss in the morning before leaving for work 😇

[phantommaws]

[mikqchoux]

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[kennedye-ken]

Nori!! I've been on this outfit for a while and I love it imma just keep it too