#fuckin pissed yo

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your OC like this

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋!𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗈. }

you take pride in showing off your little weirdo boyfriend, like a elementary schooler with a sticker notebook, and he loves it, loves being with you, loves that you don’t feel ashamed of being with him, but… he also hates the attention he gets because of it; girls coming up to him only after you posted up with him, tryna get him to cheat.

but he’s loyal and a snitch when it comes to shit like that so he tells you about it and the next thing he knows is those girls are looking like they were being put through the ringer by a 364 pound Samoan, and you calling him on facetime whining that you chipped two nails and asking him for money to get them redone. which he gives you ofc, you just made his dick hard by fighting for him! and don’t let one of y’all shippers send him a video of you fighting those girls consecutively, he’d probably bust a nut watching your angry face the whole time you molly whopping them homewreckers.

he’d open the door to his apartment, off campus, letting you in when you knock on the door to find his favorite signature colors on your nails in his face. he’ll smile dopily when you ask him if he wanted a ‘special something’ nodding his head, blond pony bouncing with his movements, because whenever you said that you would always snatch his soul. he who sat on the couch in his lounging area, hips raised and back arched slightly with his head thrown back, biting on the back of his knuckle as you’re sat in front of him kneeling on a pillow giving him that galaxy-throat goat-vacuum suction-double hand twist combo-deluxe 3000.

you pull off of him, half of your face shiny and full of spit bubbles and cum as you continue to stroke him. “c’mon baby lemme hear your pretty voice, tell me everything i wanna hear or i swear i’ll stop.” as soon as you said that his hand flew from his mouth, moaning as he looked down at your smiling face, satisfied after seeing his teary blue eyes, with hearing his voice before you pounced on him again, nothing could hold back those beautiful moans now.

“h-holyyy fuuuck hmm love it wh-when you fight f’r me.” “I would never e-even look those girls’ wayyy ahhh y/n fuck!” he whimper tears falling from his eyes. “hahhh yer the only auhh one f’r me f’r my cock.” “mmmm-my cock wouldn’t get hahh hhah-hard f’r an’er w’ma.” his words slur as he gets closer to his climax and you make it no better when putting all the suction pressure on his blushing red tip.

one hand going to fondle his balls and the other squeezing his shaft tighter as you continued to stroke him, he throws his head back, not even mind in the dull throbbing. his eyes stuck to the back of his head letting out a loud high pitched whine that his neighbors will no doubt complain about. his pale hips rose off the couch even more as he could literally feel you sucking the cum out of him, straight up out of his cock.

you swallow every drop of cum that landed on your tongue, his body trembling as he drops back onto the couch, spurts of his kids still landing on your pink muscle as your tongue continues to caress his overly sensitive tip. he pulled you off his cock by your braids, whimpering as he does so. “hahmmm s-shiiit!” he held his dick protectively, plopping his full body on the couch facing you as he laid still, face flushed and hazy ocean eyes, his hair ruffled up as he shivers and twitches, taking this chance to look at your seductive face gazing back at him with low eyes.

he mewls at the pain and overstimulation of his dick getting hard again as you speak, giggling. “want me to suck you off again?” he curls into himself looking at you flabbergasted. “stay back you devil woman!” you laugh at his dramatics as you see his junior pop up to look at you. “but… you’re already raring to go cowboy.” you teasingly crawl closer to him and he lets out a yelp, backing further into the couch covering his junk properly.

“back! back i say!” he smiles at your laughter, watching your brown eyes crinkle with tears in your waterlines. you still look so beautiful even after taking half his life force, he can’t help but think to himself… he definitely loves being yours.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[tripletriadenthusiast]

honestly theres few dumb opinions on fiction that get me genuinely heated like most of the time i can laugh it off or say thats dumb and move on. However. Being wrong about venat.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

but you belong to me

bf!rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

cw — p in v, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, dumbification, jealousy, rough sex

summary — after rafe sees another guy “flirting” with you, he takes you home to remind you of something.

a/n — currently working on some requests so heres whatever this is. please request more!!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“no, yeah, like i actually did so fucking bad. i got an 84 and almost cried,” your friend, daniel, said dramatically as he spoke to you over the loud music of the party. he shook his head at the thought. “god, i hate that old-ass teacher. he can suck my fucking dick.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him and giggle before taking another sip of your drink. “dude, what are you talking about? that’s not even bad. it’s still a B and i doubt it even dropped your grade.”

unfortunately for you, you could feel rafe’s glare boring into your side as you talked. he was extremely annoyed. he was left wondering what was so insanely interesting that you and this random guy have been talking for 15 minutes already. you looked too engaged in the conversation and you laughed a little too much at what he was saying.

“yo, you good?” topper asked when he noticed his best friend gripping his bottle of beer until his knuckles turned white and his jaw clenched almost painfully hard.

rafe didn’t even spare a glance to him, just continued staring at you. “yeah man, ‘m fine,” he said uninterestedly.

he followed his gaze to where he was looking at you just as you laughed with the boy before chuckling and patting his back. “he’s just some fuckin’ pogue, man. no need to worry ‘bout him.”

“fuck off, top,” he mumbled in annoyance. he never wanted to be interacted with when he was pissed off and this was definitely no exception. unless it was you of course.

while daniel spoke, you finally averted your gaze over to your boyfriend who was still leaned up against the wall like he was when you’d left to get more drinks before being stopped by your classmate. you mentally cursed at yourself. he looked pissed. he nodded over the front door, eyes never leaving yours as he waited for you to follow the silent command.

that was the last thing you could remember from that stupid party. no matter how many times you’d tried to tell your boyfriend that nothing happened, that you were just talking about your grades, he didn’t care or believe that. he knows what he saw and he saw the boy flirting with you.

and that lead you here, face buried into his pillows and your ass up with rafe bullying his cock into your hole with rough hands gripping your hips tight and uncontrollable moans leaving your lips. your nails dug into his bed sheets as you felt the slide of tears run down your cheeks at the overwhelming feeling of his thrusts.

“such a dumb baby,” he mumbled, freezing deep inside you to make you squeal and squirm. “always gettin’ so fucked up ‘nd letting random guys flirt with you huh? can’t even handle your fuckin’ alcohol.”

you cried harder into the sheets as frustration built up inside you from both the situation and the pain of him bottomed out. “di—didn’t have anyone flirting with me, rafe,” you snapped back as sassily as you could manage.

“what was that baby? couldn’t hear you,” he teased in that rude, mocking voice you hated. he pushed his hips further into you, pushing your body to lean forward more and allowing him to press into you at a different angle.

you whimpered and leaned up on your forearms with the last bit of strength you had to look over your shoulder at him. “you’re bein’ mean.”

he jutted his lower lip out and fake pouted. “aw, i’m bein’ mean? so sorry, sweet girl,” he muttered before grabbing your hips and pulling them back to their normal position. he slowly pulled back then pushed forward harshly, making you yelp and jolt forward. he repeated the action multiple times. “maybe this’ll teach you a lesson not to fuck around with other dudes.”

you balled up the sheets and buried your face in them when he began snapping into you quickly. your legs began shaking and threatening to give out under the pressure and rough force of his thrusts. “can you be a good girl and keep yourself up for me, baby?”

after another particularly hard thrust, your body finally collapsed and your cried out when he quickly slipped out of you. you could hear him sigh from behind you. “jesus. went all fuckin’ dumb in me and now i gotta do all the work, right?” he mocked before pressing your legs together and straddling them to then slide back into you.

you squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered at the new sensitivity the angle brought. he leaned forward once he was fully sheathed inside you to grab a pillow and wrap one arm under your hips to lift them up enough to slid it under and ease the pain of your back and hips. the small act of care and kindness made you smile against the mattress.

he began to pound into your used hole from behind just enough to make you scream but not hurt you. “feels good, rafe. ‘s so fuckin’ good,” you babbled mindlessly to let him know you were still here and okay. “so—so deep.”

“yeah? can feel you squeezing around me,” he replied, continuing his punishing pace. “shoulda recorded this shit to show everyone how much of a fuckin’ slut you are once you get my dick inside you. maybe then everyone would stay the fuck away from my girl. maybe i should jus’ knock you up, cum inside this little cunt and have you all swollen with my kid so everyone sees you’re mine.”

you felt yourself involuntarily clench at the words before your legs began to spasm again. “oh! ‘m gonna come, rafe. please, please, please,” you begged for sweet release and he fucked you quicker until he felt you cream around him.

he chuckled and leaned down to kiss between your shoulder blades as you continued to ride through it. “that’s it. feels like fuckin’ heaven around me. best pussy i’ll ever have,” he mumbled against your skin. “i’ve got you, baby. ‘m right here.”

his hands gently kneaded the fat of your ass as you finally came down before swiping the pillow out from under you and pulling out. he rolled you onto your back and took in the sight of your disheveled state. your hair was messy and sticking to your face and up in the air, your cheeks were blushed from the intensity of your orgasm, and your tits were sitting so prettily right in front of him. “so fuckin’ gorgeous, angel. what’d i do to deserve you?”

in contrast to just moments ago, he softly pushed the hair off your face and smoothed it down. he leaned forward to gently suck on your left breast and leave deep colored hickeys along your skin for him to look back at later. while one hand toyed with your other breast, the other lined himself back up with you then pushed himself inside.

you bit your lip and whimpered at the stretch of him. “oh fuck,” you heard him moan against your breast before switching and sucking your other nipple into his mouth. he slowly rocked into you at a much more loving and delicate pace. it wasn’t about punishing you anymore, he just wanted to feel you and be close to you.

you sighed in relief when be began hitting that certain spot inside of you a much more tolerable pace and his pelvis gently rubbed against your clit. it felt like you were starting to see stars with how he’d press against it for prolonged moments. he left wet kisses up your neck and to your jaw then finally your lips. he was leaned up on his forearms at either side of your head while he kissed you softly with that same passionate love he always showed you.

your hands reached up onto his head, searching for something to grab onto only then remembering the buzzcut he now has. you moaned into his mouth when you felt him speed up just slightly while your hands continued to roam for something to hold from the overwhelming pleasure you could feel building up again.

he took hold your hand and intertwined your fingers at the side of your head, letting you squeeze him as tight as you needed as your moans began to pick up and so did his soft pants of breath. “fuck, angel. pussy feels so good,” he whispered breathlessly. “‘m gonna come.”

you hummed in agreement and clenched around him, making him groan and gently suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. “inside, rafe. p—please come inside me,” you moaned, desperate to feel him fill you up.

he mumbled a string a curses before spilling inside you and triggering your own orgasm. he continued softly kissing at your skin and allowing you to squeeze his hand through the pleasure until he finally rode it out for the both of you. “you okay, baby?” he mumbled slightly out of breath.

you nodded and huffed out slow breaths. “mhm, ‘m good,” you replied, still in euphoric bliss.

he slowly laid on top of you as to not crush you with his weight before burying his face in your neck, still inside you. “don’t ever let me catch another dude flirting with you again,” he said against your skin.

you rolled your eyes. “oh fuck off,” you said jokingly while pushing him off of you and out of you then rolling onto your side away from him.

he laughed softly and quickly followed, grabbing your waist to pull you back into his chest to smother your shoulder and neck with wet kisses.

[lilacgaby]

˗ˏˋjealousy, jealousyღ

pairing: boyfriend!megumi x reader

summary: after overhearing a conversation, you get seriously annoyed with megumi. he makes it up to you in his own way.

tags: fem!reader, assumptions, kissing, pet names, one phrase from jjk270, cursing, she/her pronoun use, no proofread

wc: 1k

after a hard day, you decided to get some milkshakes for you and your boyfriend. you'd looked all around for him, finally hearing his voice down a hallway. you saw him and called out to him.

“megum–”

“when shall we have the ceremony?” hana mused, clapping her hands. a moment of silence passed in the hallway, both you and megumi shared the same expression of disbelief. he turned and noticed your presence, reaching a hand out.

“[na–]”

you walked off before he could finish, leaving him with an embarrassed hana who had realized she'd jumped the gun.

but before she had the chance to apologize, he went after you. you were leaving, quickly. going to find your car and ditch this place, arms crossed and annoyed.

was it probably nothing? yes, but why would she even say that?? it pissed you off to no avail.

you sipped on your milkshake in annoyance, throwing it out in the nearest trash can to you. the taste was ruined and now sour like your mood.

the sound of megumi's' footsteps behind you made you rush to get the keys out of your purse quicker, unlocking the door with antsy hands. you slip in, only to realize you got in the passenger seat out of habit.

you cursed in silence as he slid into the driver’s seat besides you, rolling your eyes at the hand on your thigh. “whatever you heard, it's not what you think.”

“mhm.” you stared out the window, letting him take the keys out of your hands to start the ignition and the a.c, your car just got so hot. “baby, it wasn't like that.”

“sure it wasn't.”

he groaned in frustration, still holding your thigh as you felt his green eyes on you. “look at me.”

“why? need advice for your ceremony? i'd be great flower girl.” he palmed his face, annoyance evident in his features. “it wasn't like that and you know it.” you turned on the radio, not wanting to hear his excuses. but that honestly just pissed you off more. changing through the channels, it seemed everything just sought to make you mad.

“(jealous), just leave me alone, (jealous), just leav–”

“toss your dirty shoes in my–”

“yo no soy celoso, ¿pero quie–”

“i need to get her out the picture, she's really fuckin–”

you turned it off, the sound of the fan the only thing you heard. your eyes were closed but you could feel him looking at you. his hands moved to grab yours. he spoke gently. “are we gonna talk now?”

“maybe.”

“she got the wrong idea babe, i don't– i don't even think of a future without you, let alone talk about it with someone else when it doesn't involve us.”

“but why didn't you say anything?” you opened your eyes now, facing him as you pouted. “you shouldn't have even entertained the idea.”

he tried to stay serious, but he couldn't help the smile that spread out across his face. you just looked so cute while you were trying to be angry, like a mad bunny stomping it’s feet. “i didn't, i walked after you right after. i didn't even look at her, just at you. always you.” the smile of his face had to be hidden under his other hand, you were so annoyingly pretty.

“really?” your eyes were glossy as you looked over to him.

“really.” your faces inched closer, megumi leaning in first. your lips meet in a sweet kiss, the tension and jealousy fading as you melt into him. his arms wrapped around you, caging you into him.

your hands found themselves around his neck, deepening your kiss. the both of you could almost taste your desire for each other. well, he could taste the flavor of your milkshake, but that was besides the point. as his hand moved up to cup your face, tapping your jaw to wordlessly ask for permission, you tilted your head and let him in.

as if memorizing the cavern of your mouth, he explored it. you tasted so sweet, you felt so sweet against his hands too.

he finally pulled away. “mine.” he whispered in between kisses, “m’ all yours.” chaste kisses were peppered on your face, making you laugh and hit his chest.

you both were breathless at the end of it, faces dusted with pink. his pupils had hearts in them, holding your hand tightly with a soft smile over his face. “it really was nothing, i promise.”

“i know.. sorry.”

“id be mad too if someone said that to you, don't worry too much.” he kissed your forehead, before having a moment of realization.

the car felt hot, yes it was because you just had a romantic moment together, but it was also because you didn't have tinted windows. meaning,

“babe.”

“what?”

“i think.. everyone just saw us right now.”

your eyes widened. “you're.. holy shit you're right! drive megumi drive!”

you rushed him and simultaneously you covered your face. sorcerers, people, and in particular yuuji, nobara, hana, and gojo were jaw dropped outside the car. gojo had a hand over his heart.

“well, at least nobody will hit on either of us, right?

…i'll be quiet.”

“that's for the best.”

[sturnsdarling]

gloves off

Hockeyplayer!Matt is on the ice, and a guy from the other team says something about his girl, so Matt deals with him

vibe check: based of this edit, violence, fighting descriptions, blood, fluff at the end, lowkey pick me vibes from reader but i don't actually care i love being cringe

1.7k words

A/N: I got a req for hockey matt and didn't see it until i saw that edit... I know some people don't like it but angry!matt makes my coochie tingle

love and cigs, merc

It was weekly occurrence, coming to watch Matt play hockey. Sometimes you were just watching him practice, others you were watching actual games. Today was the latter, his team was playing against the rival college, a game everyone had been waiting for for months.

They had spent weeks working their way up the leagues to finally get into the final stretch against each other, the school rivalry going back decades and either side being riddled with personal beef, some petty, some slightly more serious.

It was half way through the match, Matt had already been given multiple penalties for violent behaviour, slamming kids into the ice and barriers, sometimes because they deserved it, mostly because it was fun.

There was one specific kid on the other team, Josh Anderson, and Matt fucking hated him. They went through all of school together, playing hockey against each other since they could hold a stick. Anderson had always been bigger than Matt, until he had his growth spurt, and he made it his personal mission to make Matts life a living hell purely because he could. They hadn't played against each other in nearly three years, and Matt knew he had to come down hard on him.

They spent the whole first half of the game tormenting each other, pissing each other off in every way possible. Matt had already broken a stick, whacking his first one off the barrier after Anderson got him a penalty for something ridiculous. He was by the sidelines, standing with you as you taped his new stick for him, a tradition you had started even before you started dating.

"I'm gonna fuckin' bury him" Matt said, eyes trained on Anderson as he rubbed small circles on your arm.

You were taping the stick with green tape, your favourite colour, and just letting Matt rant, "he's irrelevant, my love, don't let him get under your skin" you cooed, knowing it would go in one ear and out the other.

"I dunno who he thinks he is, fuckin' pussy always coming after me like I wont break his jaw" Matt wasn't listening to you, but you didn't mind, you knew what he was like when he got in the zone for hockey, especially when he was pissed off.

You finished taping up his stick, scanning it with a satisfied hum and handing it to him, catching his attention. He looked to you with a clenched jaw that relaxed the moment he looked in your soft eyes.

"thanks, baby" Matt smiled, leaning over the barriers slightly to kiss you before pulling his helmet over his head properly and putting in his mouth guard.

He pushed away, skating across the ice to take his place, waiting for the second half buzzer to go off. As it did, he pointed to you, followed by a double tap on his chest plate, one for every year you'd been together.

The game began, and they didn't hold back at all. Matt was angrier than ever, and knowing that only made Anderson more eager to piss him off. They played for about ten minutes before the score shifted in the other teams favour. Anderson skated across the ice, celebrating a goal he didn't even score and b-lined for Matt, skating past him and maintaining eye contact through their helmets.

"Yo, Sturniolo, when we win, tell your girl I want her on her knees for me in the locker rooms as my trophy" Anderson said, his tone smug as a sly grin formed on his face.

A hot rage flooded through Matt, every once of anger boiling to the surface as he watched Anderson skate around him, taunting him to do something. His jaw clenched tight, and he saw red.

Matt threw his stick on the ice, bounding over to Anderson and pushing him backwards, sending him flying back onto the ice. Everyone in the stadium gasped in sync, and you immediately stood to your feet.

"you wanna say shit about my girl? huh? say it again, I fuckin' dare you" Matt spat, pulling out his mouth guard and standing over Anderson on the ice.

Anderson just laughed, pushing himself to his feet and pulling his mouth guard out.

"still that same angry little kid, aren't you Sturniolo?" He grinned, pressing his tongue to his teeth.

"yeah, I am, and you're still the same fuckin' loser you were back then, so come on, Anderson, say something about my girl again" Matt said, squaring up to the boy, who was once double his height, that he was now eye to eye with.

Everyone in the stadium had stopped, time standing still as the whole room watched the disaster in front of them unfold, not even the ref was getting involved, knowing from the events of the first half that the boys clearly had something to sort out.

"ion' want your bum ass girl, Sturns, she's probably been passed around the whole team" Anderson chuckled, looking to the boys all standing round in anticipation.

That was all it took, before Anderson could look back, Matts gloves were off, and his fist was connected with the plastic of Andersons helmet, sending it flying across the ice as Matts knuckles connected with Andersons jaw.

Matt sent him flying onto the ice, crawling on top of him and pummelling into him relentlessly. The whole room erupted, people screaming to get Matt off him, Matts team cheering him on and Andersons team berating the ref for not stopping it. No one even tried to get involved, all slightly terrified by the sight of Matt denting the ice with the back of Andersons skull. You on the other hand, were begging security to let you on the ice, moving in a flash the moment you saw Matt take his gloves off

Matt was relentless, and Anderson was just as bad, hitting Matt back the best he could. There was a split second where Anderson was on top of Matt, laying into him and cracking the plastic face shield off the bridge of his nose. Matt simply smiled with blood covered teeth, just before cocking his head forward, head butting Anderson with the plastic of his helmet, and the next thing you knew, Matt was back on top of him, punching him over and over again.

You finally got onto the ice, struggling to walk straight as you screamed Matts name over and over again. He couldn't hear you, he was in a world of his own, laying into the nearly unconscious boy beneath him.

"Matt!" You screamed, grabbing his arm as he raised it once more to hit Anderson with a final blow.

Your touch brought Matt back to reality, his attention snapping to you immediately. His eyes were bloodshot, a bruise already forming on his definitely broken nose as bright red blood began to dry on the lower half of his face. The look of pleading on your face, the tears pricking in your eyes and your grip on Matts wrist, made all the muscles in his body relax.

"stop, please" you said, softly.

Matt looked up at you, brows flinching slightly before he looked down to Andersons groaning, stuttering body on the ice, and then back to you. You lowered your head slightly, looking at Matt through your lashes with pleading eyes. He couldn't help but crumble, getting up off the ice and near enough melting into your arms.

Your hands round his shoulders, his arms round your waist and head buried in your neck, you just stood their on the ice for what felt like forever, rubbing Matts back with slow touches as everyone began to tend to Anderson.

"lets go, yeah?" you muttered to Matt, and he nodded into your neck.

In the locker rooms,

Matt sat on the bench opposite you, his broken helmet next to him as you perched on the bench, patting the blood from his face with a damp, warm towel. He hissed with every touch, and you apologised softly nearly every time.

"that was really fucking stupid, Matt" You said, looking at his bloodied features intently.

Matt sighed, "I know" He scanned over your face as you gently cared for him.

"you could get kicked from the team" You said, shaking your head slightly

Matt hissed as you brushed his bruised and blooded nose with the towel, "I know" he repeated.

"so then why did you do it?" You asked, only a small once of judgement in your tone.

"he said shit about you" Matt admitted

You stopped your movements, pulling your eyes from Matts nose to lock eyes with him. He was already looking at you, eyes sad like a puppy. You sighed, shaking your head as an uncontrollable half smile formed on your face.

Matts bloodied hand came to your jaw, cupping your cheek in his big hand as his thumb rubbed the soft skin there.

"he started speaking about you, and - and I just lost it" Matt said, his tone soft.

You leaned into his touch, brows furrowed slightly as your eyes poured into his bright blue ones, flitting between them.

"the kid has basically bullied me my whole life, and now I'm finally just as big as he is, I jus-" Matt sighed, "I needed a reason to batter him, and he gave me one"

"me?" you questioned with tight knit brows

Matt nodded, pressing his thumb into your skin with more pressure, "you're the most important thing in my life, more than any stupid place on the team or petty childhood beef, n' I can handle him comin' for me, I don't give a fuck, but he came for you and-" frustrated tears started to form in his eyes, so he stopped talking.

You practically melted at the sight, pressing a long kiss into Matts palm,

"I love you" you said, softly.

Matt smiled slightly, despite the pain it caused him and brought your head to his lips, pressing a short kiss onto your forehead.

"I love you more" Matt replied.

Normally, you would have gotten into a twenty minute long back and forth about who loved who more, but today, Matt had earned rights to that title, and even though the way he handled the situation wasn't ideal, at least you knew you never had to doubt his love for you.

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giggling so bad imagining R shaving her bush and sevika being like oh my god do u hate me?!?! what did I do?!?! how can I make it up to u I'm sorry pleeeeeease never do this again we can talk it out next time please 😭😭

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last month, your period crept up on you, and you woke up half convinced you'd been stabbed in your sleep.

you and sevika didn't even try to salvage the sheets, just throwing them in the trash before re-making the bed. your pajamas were ruined, and, grossest of all, your crotch was a sticky, bloody mess.

so, this month to avoid any more incidents, you've been sleeping on a towel in anticipation, wearing a pad to bed just in case, and... you've shaved.

you haven't shaved in years. you and sevika are both bush enjoyers, and neither of you have ever felt the need to take a razor to your pits or legs since you started dating. finding a razor to use is almost impossible, but you manage to find one buried in the far back of your bathroom closet.

you feel so... cold. and smooth. you're hyper-aware of the feeling of your underwear rubbing on your skin. it's strange. not unpleasant, but strange. with one last look down your pants at your hair-less pussy, you shrug and crawl into bed.

you think that's the end of it.

you go to sleep easily, waking up about an hour later when sevika crawls in bed behind you. she kisses you gently and you hum, wrapping your arms around her before you both fall asleep.

in the morning, though, you wake up to a horrified gasp.

"what!? what is it, is someone breaking in?" you ask, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. as you pull your hands away, though, you don't find sevika sitting beside you where she should be. she's hovering on top of you on all fours, a horrified look on her face. "sevika, what?!" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest.

"you shaved?!" sevika cries. you blink, your mind still half asleep, before finally looking down at your crotch.

you burst into laughter as you do. sevika's pulled your pants down your thighs in your sleep, clearly trying to give you a nice wake up call, and she's just now seeing your bare cunt. "sevika, for fuck's sake, i thought something horrible happened!" you laugh.

"something horrible has happened! why the fuck did you shave!?" sevika asks, her eyes wide and heartbroken. "d-did i piss you off, or something? whatever it is, baby, i promise i'll make it up to yo--"

"sevika!" you cackle. sevika pouts as she looks up from your pussy to your face. "baby, i shaved because my period's on the way and i didn't wanna deal with the mess again."

sevika's looking at you like you've lost your mind. "wha-- fuck that!" she whines. you chuckle. "what the fuck am i supposed to do when i'm goin' down on you now? my nose is gonna get all cold, i won't have anything to run my fingers through..." sevika looks seriously upset. you giggle just a little at the absurdity of the situation, then reach up to cup her face.

"it'll grow back, baby." you promise. sevika frowns.

"but then you'll just shave it off again!"

"no, i won't babe." you say. "not if you feel this strongly about it. plus, it's a lotta work-- i was scared to death i was gonna cut one of my lips off or something."

sevika chuckles. "thank you." she sighs, kissing your lips. you grin.

"thank you. y'know, most people have to deal with the opposite-- their partners forcin' them to shave before any intimacy at all... i'm glad you prefer the option that requires the least amount of work possible for me."

sevika giggles and kisses you. "i am pretty amazing, aren't i?" she asks. you nod.

"the fuckin' best." you agree.

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[rissouu]

TAT MY NAME ON YOU SO I KNOW ITS REAL, sukuna

he comes home with 3 tattoos, all of them having to do with you.

“you home baby?” you shouted once you heard the front door open. usually he would still be at work right now, so it surprised you when you heard his voice. “yeah mama it’s me. cmere, got sumn’ i wanna show you.”

you hurriedly slipped on your slippers and rushed to where he was. you couldn’t help but wonder what he possibly had to show you? he hated surprises, and there were no special events coming up.

“yes kuna? what did you wanna show me?”

“close yo’ eyes for me, ill tell you when you can open em’.”

you decided to just humor him rather than question him like usual, plus you were kind of curious as to what he had to show you.

he grinned before taking off his hoodie and looking down at his chest in pride. “alright, you can open em’.”

as soon as you heard those words your eyes flashed open, and for a moment you thought you weren’t seeing correctly. no fucking way..

it was your name going straight across his chest, in all capitalized bold letters. he was just looking down at the tattoo full of pride. he had no regrets about his decision and little did you know there was way more to your surprise.

“sukuna, why the fuck would you do that!?” you scolded before getting closer to him and looking at his chest in shock.

you couldn’t deny the butterflies forming in your stomach as soon as you got a closer look.. just knowing that someone loved you enough to get your name tattooed, it warmed your heart.

“i got it cause i love you princess, oh and cause when i’m fuckin’ you missionary and you lookin up at me and shit you’ll see your name on-“

“alright kuna, enough! and even though im pissed at you for this, it’s really sweet.” you pecked his lips.

“wait there’s more,”

“the fuck you mean there’s more!?”

“i got the day of our first date on my back, and i got your middle name someplace near my dick, i forgot what it’s called but-“

“sukuna im going to beat your ass!”

©rissouu 2023 (this was just a quick lil thought i had, and it’s very rushed so bare with me..)

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮?

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You find yourself at a party, unwillingingly but as the night goes on you end up in bed with the guy who pisses you off the most, tooru oikawa.

wc . around 3,962

tags . oikawatooru. oikawax reader. fratboyoikawa! x reader. oikawatooruxreader smut. fratboyxnerd. fratboyxnerd smut. all characters are above 18 years old. cunniligus. drunkeness, makingout, spanking,praise, pet names.

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There you are, in November-like weather. In shorts and a low-cut tank top, you repeatedly bang on your neighbour's door for them to open up. The crisp air is nipping at your cheeks and the sky is a deep, dark blue, almost black, with just a hint of the day’s last light lingering on the horizon.

To your surprise, the person wanted to speak to was right there. He leans against the door with arms reaching above him flexing his bicep. Shaking your head you look him in the eyes.

"Hey doll, you here for the party?" He asks, the amusement evident in his smirk and voice as he shows off his perfect pearly whites in a cocky smile. Tooru Oikawa, the school’s idol. Not only is he the king of the court, but he’s king of the school and apparently the world. He’s also the guy you grind your gears, his stupid smirk, stupid voice and his lack of sense really drive you up the wall. Seeing him literally ruins your day. The brunette doesn't even try to hide the fact that his eyes are roaming all over your body staying on some parts longer than other.

"Hey." You snap your fingers, narrowing his attention back to you. "I'm not here to join, I'm here to tell you to turn the fuckin music down." You’ve been trying to study for your finals. Keyword: trying.

"Oh, you like the music? Yo Trey!" He shouts turning back. His shirt relatively covers him, but his figure still shows through it. His broad-toned back, with muscles that are flexed with his veins hand on the door. "Trey turn up the music man!" He shouts back and once he's done he turns around to you.

"Did that  fix your problem darling?" He asks smugly, watching you bubble up with irritation.

"Fuck you jerk." You respond storming back home, you simply don’t have time for him. There isn’t any point in trying to change those who simply didn’t want it.

"Come back later the party's lit princess." He shouts at you, though you don't reply back instead you just ignore him. "Look at that ass." He says to himself before swinging himself back inside.

You turn the key in the lock, and as the door swings open, a wave of warmth envelops you, immediately soothing your chilled skin. The contrast between the frigid outdoors and the cosy interior is striking. You step inside and close the door behind you, shutting out the biting cold and the darkness of the November evening. The soft glow of lamps fills the room, casting a warm, inviting light that makes everything seem more welcoming. Kicking off your slides, you feel the softness of the rug underfoot.

You finally get back to your room, prepared to tackle another hour of “Chemistry.” Not your best subject, but those outstanding grades don’t make themselves. Yet, before you can put your earphones in, a ping from your phone flashes across your screen. Usually, you would’ve ignored it but the consecutive pinging told you that this was your best friend, Amber.

Please, please, please come to the party.

You know the one next door to you.

I saw Theo cheat on me.

A loud sigh escapes your lips.

Fuck.

Quite ironically, minutes later you're at his doorstep again, this time not in shorts and a top, seeing a very amused Oikawa standing at the door, a stupid smirk on his face.

"Came back so soon? Don't worry it wouldn't be a party without you.” he teases, watching you intently as you shove past him.

“I’m not here for you.” you scoff, slipping through the crowd of people. The bass from the music vibrates through your chest, mingling with the sound of countless conversations and bursts of laughter. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, spilt beer, and a hint of something smoky. The hallway is crowded, bodies pressing against you as people weave in and out of rooms.

“Amber?” you shout as you knock on the bathroom door, to no avail. You make your way to the kitchen where Oikawa and his buddies are chugging down drinks like there’s no tomorrow. The table is covered with droplets and puddles of vodka and beer. Bottles and red solo cups cover every surface, and someone is mixing drinks with exaggerated flair. You flee the room and rush upstairs trying to find your friend. With every door you can open, there are either people passed out, on their phones or creating conversation. The next door you open reveals your friend sitting on the floor, near the end of a bed crying her eyes out and your heart breaks.

“Amber.” you coo, rushing towards her and cradling her in your arms, feeling her body shudder as he breaks down. Your shirt is slowly starting to get wet from her tears, but you don’t mind, you’ll stay as long as you need for her. Stroking her hair, the two of you sit in silence her muffled sobs filling it up. Once her breathing has calmed down, she lifts her hair to look up at you with her sorrowful, sorrowful eyes. “Wanna tell me what happened?” you ask her, wiping away her mascara tears for her.

“He-He.” she hiccups and takes a minute to steady herself, “He was in another room talking to some other blonde girl.” This causes you to raise your eyebrow, the whole situation does, he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to cheat on Amber, he was whipped for her. Well, goes to show how rotten men’s hearts are. Never trust a man. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You haven't done anything to deserve that and the fact that he had the nerve to talk to another girl at a public place, goes to show how dumb he is. There’s nothing in his head, and you are so much better than him, you’re better off without him.”

Amber nods slowly, looking you in the eyes as she processes all you’ve told her. Amber is too precious for her feelings to be toyed with like this. Your best friend speaks up amidst the silence, “ They were talking about some surprise too. Oh God.” and now she’s wailing and weeping in your arms again, she’s utterly devasted and it’s all his fault. You shush and coo Amber as the both of you rock on the floor for a couple of minutes, calming down.

Then in the heat of it all the bastard himself dares to show his face, acting all confused and concerned. “Amber there you are. “ he exclaims rushing to her side.

“Hold it,” you say sternly. “First of all, you have the balls to show yourself after you humiliated my best friend, Second of all, I hope you know you’re not the shit you make yourself out to be, Thirdly-” The boy rudely interrupts you claiming that it isn’t like that at all and you’ve got it all wrong. “I don’t wanna hear your excuses.” you spit at him. Amber moves from beside you and the both of you stop your heated argument to look at her. Her hair shields her face as she looks downwards.

“I wanna hear what he has to say.” she says quietly, slowly lifting her head.

“I don’t know what you heard but I am NOT cheating on you, baby I swear.” He pleads, falling to his knees. Dramatic much.

“Then what surprise were you gonna show that blond girl, huh?”

“What?”

“Don’t act dumb, you came here to fuck her.”

“No you’re not listening to me.” the boy sighs in defeat and continues in a lowered voice, “The surprise is for you. I was asking that girl to her cheerleading friends to set up banners for you at school on Monday?”

“But why would I need stupid banners?”

The boy takes a minute and takes a deep breath, “Because I wanna give you a promise ring.” This statement shocks the both of you and you suddenly feel like you shouldn't be here anymore. You look back at Amber who’s eyes are reignited with their usual sparkle. Int he silence, she bits her cheek before turning to you, “Could you give us a minute?” You give her an ‘Are you sure?’ look and she nods smiling at you. You leave the room and shut the door behind you, being welcomed by the obnoxious loudness of the partygoers.

Sighing you make your way downstairs, your feet leading the way to the kitchen. A drink or two wouldn't hurt. You say to yourself.

You said that 4 drinks ago. Feeling satisfied, you pour a final fifth cup and walk out to the back of the house, needing a minute away from the noise. It’s nice, the dark sky and stars above you, the cool wind occasionally sweeping past you. Leaning against the wall, you tilt your head back and close your eyes. You’ll head home in a couple of minutes again. Though your peace is disturbed when an annoying voice speaks up saying “Guess who?” and poking your side.

“Ugh it’s you.” you lean up off the wall and face away from the setter, not in the mood to deal with his antics.

“Bad girl,” he says teasingly, noticing the red cup in your hand. “I didn’t know you had this side of you.”

“I didn’t know you could be so annoying.” you snap back, giving him a glare.

“Ouch, princess.”, rolling your eyes again you tip your head back as you finish the last few drops of the alcoholic beverages, and Oikawa’s eyes are glued on you. Watching as some of it dribbles down your chin. He’s never even imagined this side of you. But then again, they always say the quiet ones are the crazy ones. It almost makes him wonder what else you-

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or what? Finding a hard time generating a demeaning comment to fire at me?” You ask staring straight ahead of you, and it catches him off guard.

“Can I not admire a pretty girl?” he says smoothly, it comes naturally to him. Your check immediately turns red but your face remains neutral.

“Can it, idiot. “

“No seriously, you’re hot. Such a shame that you keep your nose stuck in those damn books.”

“Those ‘damn books’ are gonna help me have a good future, unlike these bullshit parties you throw.” Once the comment leaves your mouth, instantly regret it, feeling the bite it must have on him. The boy throws his head down and starts walking in a mini circle. “Sorry,” you mutter shrinking into yourself in shame.

“Don’t worry bout it. Not the first time I’ve heard it.” He stops walking and looks up at the sky too, ashamed to look up you resort to looking off into the distance. “How many of those have you had?” he asks, taking the plastic cup from your hand and crushing it in his, swiftly changing the subject.

“Five.”

“FIVE! And you’re not drunk?” he asks surprised.

“Tipsy. Built-in heavyweight,” you tell him, explaining your high tolerance for it and he makes a face of understanding. He lifts his arm and throws the plastic cup into the distance. One thing you’ve never understood about Oikawa is how he was always so cool and collected. His confidence just seemed effortless and you wondered what he did to have the whole school down at his knees.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or do you have no snarky comment to aim at me?” the brunette asks, smirking playfully. He’s got you there. The wind blows and your hair gets picked up in it, moving gently as you look down at the grass beneath you. “Is there anything I don’t know about you miss?” the brunette asks. It’s almost like something in you switches, and all of a sudden it’s becoming apparent to you how good-looking the guy is. Allegedly of course. Incredulously tall, athletic and handsome. Your can’t seem to keep your eyes off his arms, soaking it all up as if seeing a man for the first time. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” he starts off, walking back towards you, “you seem pretty comfortable with the alcohol is there anything else to this side of you I should know about.” his voice is completely seductive, simply words that he’s saying they just seem to be calling out to you.

“I’m not telling you more than you need to know.” with the way respond it's evident that this isn’t your first time. You're smirking back at him too, your nerves feel electric and it’s making you giddy. You're biting your lip and everything but you can’t control it. He’s just right here. The boy returns to his natural position, on the wall next to you. “I’m still not very fond of you, Oikawa.”

“I know, doll.” he replies.

Then what is it about his stupid face that you want to kiss so much? What is it about his stupid hair that you want to run your finger through? What is it about his stupid stupid body, that you can’t seem to get enough of, that you want your hands to roam all over? No, this isn’t why you’re here. You’ve got to go home and be responsible and accountable for your future. You don’t have time for this or him.

“Fuck it.” you mutter under your breath, and in one swift movement, your hand is on the side of his face, guiding it towards yours and you press your lips against his. You don't know what seems to be controlling you, but whatever it is, you’re not complaining anymore. The kiss is reciprocated instantly by him as he turns to keep you back on the wall standing in front of you. His hands are on the sides of your face, cupping them gently as he savours the way your lips feel between his, the way you’re leaning into him. Your hands land around his neck as the both of you make out under the night sky. It doesn't;t take long before the kiss escalates in intensity. Mouths open wider, the kiss gets sloppier and hands drop lower as the heat inside you rises. His hand rubs the small of your back slowly and he deepens the kiss and your hands are ever so slowly sliding down his stomach. The both of you play the battle of the tongue, wrestling to fight for dominance. The kiss is almost erotic, the two fo you may as well take each other right then and then. His other hand slips on your waist, gripping it comfortably and you groan as the kiss gets sloppier.

Due to lack of oxygen, the both of you separate, taking in deep breaths. If it wasn’t for stupid air, you wouldn't have to stop, you would still be sucking his stupid face off. His lips are left more reddish than usual and you can’t get enough of the look. He’s about to start all over again, but you stop him, “I’m gonna get a drink.” you say breathlessly, it almost sounds like something you didn’t even want to do. It was painful pulling away from him. The second you enter the house you run into the kitchen in desperate search of some alcohol. You’ve never chugged anything down so fast, still feeling electric from the kiss, your mind just can't stop replaying it. Once you manage to calm yourself down you head back out into the heat of the party. Hot bodies pressing against you and drunk shouts and screams fill your ears, but they don’t make their way to you. No. Your mind has blocked all of it out, now your brain is full of him. You’re frantically searching for him in the crowd, but to no avail, he’s nowhere to be seen. That is until you look up and see him standing next to a door, looking down right at you. From what you can read, he raises his eyebrows at you and tilts his head towards the door.

You’re slipping through the crowd with absolute ease as if you’re being pulled by a string to him. You don’t know what’s so addictive about him and his beauty today, even as he stands there, door open, he looks absolutely enticing. You enter the room and the door shuts behind you, before you can register what’s happening the tall brunette stands in front of you, trapping you between him and the door. A smirk tugs on your lips as you reach up to him, pull his shirt down and dive in for another kiss. The way the both of you it’s almost as if you’ll never see each other again. “God you’re sexy.” Oikawa groans between breaths. His hands slip down to your ass, groping it passionately, before signalling for you to jump. Your legs effortlessly wrap around his waist as he walks backwards to the bed, turning to lay you on your back. Your hands slip from around his neck down to his shirt as you impatiently tug at it. Without having to be told, he swiftly pulls it off with one arm, resuming to attack your neck now. You groan once his lips touch you again, feeling an ache when they leave. His large hand crawls up your top gently roaming your stomach before you guide his hands further up. He slithers his hands back out and slides your top off from above your arms.

His lips are now gently peppering kisses on your mounds of flesh, his hands gently squeezing and groping them. You attempt to wiggle your sweats off, leaving you in only your panties and bra. You help him by quickly slipping your bra off too, releasing your breasts and your hardened nipples. The boy gingerly takes one to the mouth, passionately sucking, his other hand lightly brushing over your clit through your panties. The boy makes it a mission to give each tit equal attention. Your moans are filling up his ear and driving him crazy, sounding different from the monotone speaking voice you always talk to him with. He can’t get enough. Occasionally he presses with his fingers tips and sucks generously, but now you’re starting to find it hard to lay still, the overload in pleasure is too much. “Tooru.” you whine out but the boy is too absorbed in his work. The boy decided it isn’t fair for you to cum this way, so he hooks his fingers around your panties and pulls them down, sliding them off your leg and into your pocket.

“Hey wait-” you start, getting ready to confront him about his thriving, but you’re interrupted as his mouth latches to your soaked cunt, eager to lap up your juices. The feeling of his tongue swirling around the hardened bud makes your back arch. “Mhm fuck Tooru.” the way you purr out his name, makes his tongue work faster, licking ardently. Your fingers land in his fluffy brown locks, tangling them together from pure ecstasy. The feeling driving you wild, you’re whimpering and mewling from his touch. You’re rolling your hips against his face once a finger gets added into the mix. “Don’t stop-fuck-Don’t stop.” you plead breathlessly, your eyes screwed shut from bliss. Your fingers grip his hair tighter though he doesn’t seem to mind, eager to have you release all over your face. “’M close, so close.” you cry out, toes curling once his nose nudges up against your lips, the extra sensation pushing you over the edge. The cum spills out of you in an instant, coating his handsome face in your fluids.

You release your grip from his hair as you come down from our high, your toes uncurling. Oikawa is fast to clear up your cum, and even faster to pull his pants and boxers off. In all honesty, you weren’t expecting Oikawa to be big like that. You were just expecting average to slightly average but that simply wasn’t the case. The brunette gives himself a couple of pumps before telling you to “turn a round. Face down ass up.”

You’re lying in anticipation and soon you feel him press against your entrance, teasingly sliding it along your folds. You whine in frustration, wiggling your hips. “Just put it in already.”

“Patience princess.” he coos, grabbing a hold of your hip before fully sinking in. Your walls seem to stretch to fit around him and once he bottoms out, his tip brushing against your cervix the both of you sigh. It doesn’t take long for him to start moving, slowly at first, rocking his hips at a pace that would make you comfortable, but that’s long forgotten once he gets used to the feeling of your gummy walls clamping down on his. “Fuuckk you’re tight.” he groans, using your hips as a guide. With every thrust, your ass jiggles and the guy can’t keep his eyes off how mesmerising it looks. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and fuels him even more, it’s addicting. You’re chanting his name like your life depends on it, gripping the sheets beneath you. “Atta girl.” he groans, thrusting in you harder. You’re head is reeling and soon you’re seeing stars, tears run down your face as you try to squirm away from the incessant bullying on your drenched cunt. “Try running away from me dollface?” he asks only pulling you closer. A harsh smack on your ass and you yelp. “Answer me.”

“Noo - mhm- hah.” your moans are high pitched and you squeal once the brunette places his spare hand on your clit, rubbing rapidly. The sensations are too much and you’re crying out his name, your toes are curly and you’re vision is going blurry. “Hah-Mghf - Gonna come Tooru.”

“You wanna come?”

“Fuck yes!” you scream out, feeling your high building up.

“You’re gonna come all over my dick and be nasty?” he asks, momentarily taking his hands off your now bruised hip to smack your ass again, addicted to the recoil. all you can do is moan in response as he ruts into you. The both of you are a mess, groaning and whimpering until you finally peak. Tooru’s continuous pounding makes you sensitive, it makes you cry out as your climax is prolonged. The boy chases his high and th both of you are panting, feeling delirious.

Eventually, he pulls out of you, his dick covered in your cum from tip to base, and you’re dripping with the mixture of both of you. You whine when he pulls out of you, feeling empty all of a sudden.

Tooru moves your hair out of your face and behind your ears with in one swift motion, his finger grazing your wet cheek and your legs quiver. The guy gets the both of you cleaned up the best he can before laying up in the bed, between the soft sheets. Soon after he joins you and the birth of you are resting, enjoying each other’s presence. Your head in his chest, his hands in your hair.

In an instant, the door flies open and standing there is a relieved Amber, walking further into the room. The both of you freeze, unsure of what to do, though the both of you realise that MAber hasn’t processed the sight in front of her. “There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Hi Oikawa. Why are you still sat down we need to go?” she asks raising her eyebrow. Oikawa begins grinning waiting for their realisation to dawn on her, and once it does her eyes go like saucers.

“WHAAAAAAAT?!”

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this took me soooooooo long to write and I'm super hungry. Does anyone know how to write any faster?

[satorusugurugurl]

Heyyy👋 can you write reader catching modern au! Sukuna masturbating🫣 and she helps him out

Come Home

Summary: With his brothers at school and a day off work, Sukuna is alone in bed when his thoughts trail off to you. There's only one reasonable thing to do.

Pairning: Modern AU! Sukuna x FAB! Reader

Word Count:1,657

Warning: Masturbatons, oral sex, horny sexy sex.

A/N: Yes! Y’all know how I love self-pleasure!! Woot Woot!

“Lunch?”

“Check!”

“Phone?”

“Check!”

“Gym clothes?”

“Double check!”

“Awesome, cool,” Sukuna shoved his younger brother towards the door. “Go on, get the fuck out.”

Choso and Yuuji glanced at each other before looking at their older brother. He was in a poor piss mood. He had been all week. The two brothers shared a glance before Sukuna narrowed his eyes at them. It was probably because you were on a week-long girls’ trip. And while he would never admit it, his brothers knew how much you meant to him.

“What?” He asked, running a hand over his face.

“Nothing! Have a great day!”

As soon as they were no longer visible, Sukuna slammed the door shut. He'd been so annoyed every little thing ticked him off. Work, his brothers, everything! He'd been blowing his top, more on edge than usual.

If you had been here, you would have been able to ease his stress. You could talk him down from any edge. From the way your hands massaging his shoulders, working the tension out. By the way, you took over whenever the boys would give him a hard time. He hated to admit it, but you made him a better person. And what was even worse was that he liked it. Damn, fuck, he like the person he was becoming because of you.

You, all of you. Sukuna groaned, shutting his eyes tight as you invaded his mind. You soft Y/H/C, how your eyes lit up, how your smile could melt him. Everything about you was perfect in his eyes. Your voice, the way you smelled, the sound of your voice.

“Sukuna!” The joy in your voice when you came over.

The firm but gentle “Sukuna.” You whisper in his ear when he starts to lose his temper with his brothers.

“S-Sukuna~!” The way you would moan his name when he was balls deep inside your perfect pussy.

With a frustrated sigh, he peered down at the tent in his sweats. How was it you could be hundreds of miles away and still make his cock hard? Damnit, he had it bad for you, and he had a raging boner.

“Fuck it. I have nothing better to do.”

Padded across the floor, Sukuna plopped down in bed, his hand slowly reaching into his sweats. Sukuna grabbed his cock, causing a sharp hiss to pass through his clenched teeth. The velvety skin was hot, throbbing under both his touch and the thoughts of you. It always amazed him just how fucking hard he got whenever you were involved. Either participating in the fun or when you were just at the forefront of his mind.

Which was constant anymore, yet you were nowhere to be found to help with the predicament he currently found himself in. You were probably sippin’ on mimosas or some girl shit. When Sukuna would much rather have you sucking on his cock.

”Fuck.” Spitting into his hand, Sukuna wrapped his fingers around his cock. Imagining it as your hand, which barely fits around his girth length. “Suck it.” He rolled his head back, resting it against the pillows as he imagined images of you. Crawling up the bed on your hands and knees. “That’s right, mhmm fuck you look so fucking sexy.” You were naked, tits bare, lacey underwear hugging your hips as you kissed up his thighs.

He squeezed his shaft before slowly dragging his hand up and down. His spit lubricated the soft skin of his cock, but it wasn’t nearly enough, not enough to even begin to mimic your mouth. You were always so messy, gagging up and down, taking him as deep as you could until pretty tears stained your cheeks. Even if he told you not to push yourself, that you neednt worry about him, you gave it one hundred and fuckin’ fifty percent. So, one could only imagine his disappointment that his hand felt nothing like your tight, wet mouth.

The way your pretty lips kiss swollen wrapped around the tip, your tongue teasing his slit in slow, calculated licks. He knew you liked it. You loved sucking his cock. You hummed around him as you tasted his pre-cum, making your tongue move harder against his tip. Eventually, though, you grew tired of the pre-cum and wanted the real thing. So you would gag, bob your head, hollow your cheeks, doing everything and anything in your power to get him to cum in your mouth.

You were such a whore for his cock.

”That’s it, suck it, suck it, my fucking beautiful girl.” In his fantasy, you hummed, sucking faster as his hand tried and failed to imitate you. “Come on, baby, you can take it.” His brain was screaming at his hand to do what he was seeing in his head, but it was to no avail. Despite his hand being a cheap knockoff, it would get the job done. Just not in the way he wanted.

“Fuck, Y/N, come home soon.”

As Sukuna continued thrusting his cock into his fist, you opened the door to his apartment. You were giddy, kicking your shoes off, searching for your handsome boyfriend. You had told him you were coming back on Thursday, which was a lie. A lie you were proud of! You knew he had the rest of the week off, so you took it upon yourself to take the week off yourself. This way, you could make up for your time away from him.

When you couldn't find Sukuna anywhere in the kitchen or living room, you grinned mischievously. Knowing him, he fell asleep after sending his little brothers off to school. That meant you could wake him up in the naughtiest way before getting your guts rearranged. Tip-toeing to his room, you tilted your head to the side as his groans and curses could be heard from his room.

When you peeked inside to see what he was doing, your breath caught in your throat. Sukuna was flushed. A light sweat had begun to bead over his toned muscles while he fucked his hand. His face was contorted with frustration as his hand moved up and down faster. Your poor baby was so close, but he couldn't get past the edge. His thick, girthy, perfect cock throbbed red with anger while it cried beads of pre-cum.

“Y/N, fuck Y/N, don't stop, so close.” Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you fought back a pleased giggle. Poor Sukuna, he must be missing you so badly. Jerking his cock off like a horny teenager. Desperate for release, for a mediocre orgasm.

Well, it was his lucky day. Because you, you were going to suck his would out. Using his shut eyes and heavy breathing to your advantage, you stepped inside his room. You made sure to hold your breath as you approached the edge of the bed. From up close, you could see the pained expression on his face. Poor thing, his cock must be so hard it hurts. What kind of girlfriend would you be if you just allowed him to suffer like this?

Bending over, you kitten licked the slit of his leaking cock. Sukuna’s cock throbbed hard before his body seized up as he pulled his hand away. “What the fu — oooh fuck.” You wasted no time, getting on the bed, body hunched over as you took the tip of his monstrous cock in your mouth. “Fuck, holy, Y/N?!” His disbelief melted into a gravely moan.

Seeing as your mouth was full, you hummed, looking up into his eyes. “Mhmm~” you attempted to wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking him in time with your sucking.

“Oh, fuck feels so good!” Sukuna wrapped his hand in your hair, tugging at the Y/H/C locks.”That’s it, just like fuckin’ that!” He shoved your head down, making you take his cock down your throat. The sudden action had you gagging as tears blurred your vision. “So pretty, fuck you're so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

His praises had you sucking him down deeper. More tears streamed down your cheeks as you ran your tongue down the vein on the underside of his cock. Sukuna gasped, thrusting his hips up and into your mouth. Looking at him with blurry eyes, you gagged harder as he fucked your throat like he was fucking your tight pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.” having him hold your head in place as he ducked your face was so arousing in the most intimate ways. You loved making him feel good. You got off on this. “Take it,” he gritted, “take it, suck it, fuckin’ fuck! Y/N!!” he threw his head back, back arching off the bed as ropes of cum filled your mouth. It was thick, hot, and slightly bitter.

You were determined not to waste a drop, so you swallowed and sucked, repeating the process until Sukuna pulled you off his softening dick. His chest heaving, cheeks flushed, the man looked like he ran a marathon. Seeing him in a state like this had you smirking as he gently caressed your head.

“Oh my fuck, I was not expecting this.”

“Mmm, surprise, I came home to spend time with you.”

Sukuna slowly pushed himself up on his elbows. “Good,” he grabbed you by the waist, easily lifting you, positioning you to straddle his neck. “No, why don't you take a seat here.” His middle and forefinger tapped at his lips. “And tell me all about your trip.” you ripped your underwear off, tossing them across the room, before holding your dress up in your hands.

“Well, you’ll never guess what Minami did.”

“Fuckin’ hate that bitch, tell me everything.” He muttered into your pussy as you gasped out in pleasure. Yeah, he felt a million times better now that you were back, right where you belonged.

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Ride

Jimmy Uso xOC(Kia) One-Shot

What happens when Jimmy pushes his girlfriend Kia too far and she has to remind him just who the hell she is.

Ok! We missing you Jimmy! Come on back home now,sir!

Jey's House

Pensacola, FL

“That shit is embarrassing Jimmy, and I’m tired of it.”

“I ain’t did shit, I been chillin’ all night, Kia.”

“I seen the way that bitch been looking at you all night and I don’t like the way you were lookin’ at her either Jimmy.” The argument in Jey’s driveway getting more heated by the second with his nonchalant attitude.

 “Look, I ain’t wit her no more, I’m wit you, and can’t nobody fuck dat up but you,” Jimmy said as I restrained myself from punching his cocky ass.

“Really, you smug son of bitch… Can’t nobody fuck it up but me? You know what? You got me fucked up; I don’t need you!”

“Look you know I ain’t mean it, I’m a lil drunk,” Jimmy said trying to reach for my hand.

“The exact reason we need to leave. I ain’t trying to act a fool in front of ya’ll coworkers but I will. I will set this motherfucka off and apologize to Jey tomorrow, keep playin’ with me.” I hissed moving so he couldn’t touch me.

“Kia, I ain’t playin’ baby, let’s just go back to the party. We can talk about this when we get home, even better we can just crash here,” Jimmy said as I nodded.

“Sure bae, go enjoy yourself, I’ll just follow your lead.”  The joy and relief in his face made me roll my eyes. He has no idea of the lesson I’m about to teach his ass.

Walking quietly back inside, the party was in full swing. Jimmy went straight over to Jey, Sefa and Joe while I went in search of Jey’s wife Tiffany.

Jimmy’s POV

“Twin, everything straight?” Jey asked as I nodded. “Yea, just Kia pissed bout Jessica being here.”

“Well, I didn’t invite her, she came as Cassie’s plus one.”

“You think I believe you?”

“I really don’t give a fuck if you don’t, and this ain’t about me. This is about you not knowing when you got a real one rockin’ wit yo’ dumb ass. So fix yo’ face, before I kick it in,” Jey said casually fixing himself a drink.

“Hell, she got a real one too, fuck you mean?” I scoffed, getting irritated with everybody trying to control me.

“You ain’t actin’ like one, hell my ex would neva. I let it be known, I’m married and you ain’t fuckin’ up my happy home.”

“Even if Jey did invite her, the problem is you didn’t send her ass on her way when she came over here flirtin’ wit you,” Sefa said as I threw my hands up in the air in frustration.

“Damn, everything my fault. I ain’t did nothing, and I didn’t respond to the shit she was sellin’.” I refused to see the problem in speaking to people.

“Not telling her you wit somebody and to get the fuck on makes it yo’ fault,” Jey said as Jessica was once again coming towards us.

“If you don’t tell dat girl to get the hell on, Kia need to break up wit yo’ ass.” Sefa’s words pissing me off.

“Damn, I can’t talk to people, it ain’t like I’m trying to fuck!”

“Hey Jimmy, I hope Kia didn’t get mad, I wasn’t trying to cause any problems. I mean we still can be friends,” she said as I smiled at her.

“You dumb as fuck,” Jey whispered as I frowned at his him. I felt like everybody was trippin’ for no reason.

“Aye, you wanna dance?” I asked as Jessica smiled.” I thought you’d never ask.”

“You a dumbass,” Sefa said shaking his head. “Yea, Kia gon’ hurt yo’ ass and I’mma let her,” Jey adding his two cents in only made me ignore them. “Let’s get it girl.”

“You gon' get it alright, a straight cap in your ass. Keep playin’ with dat girl.”

“Shut up, Jey, I’m grown.”

Kia’s POV

Oh, so he just gon’ ignore what I said, and think it’s ok. Drunk ass trying to piss me off.  Jimmy’s eyes focused on me as Jessica danced up on him.

“I’mma need you to breath Kia, I know how you get.” Tiffany said as I smiled at her.

“That girl ain’t no competition, he’s pissed and trying to piss me off thinking I’m trying to control him. He used to the women he dated letting him do what he wants but that’s not me. I will be by myself first; I don’t care how good the dick is.” Tiffany looked at them on the dance floor shaking her head in disgust.

“So, what you gonna do? You know we don’t fight over no men; we are too classy for that? Now beating his ass… Justified.”

“Nah, I’m cool, I’m just going to enjoy my night,” I said smoothing down my dress, pointing to our fellow coworker and ex-Carmelo Hayes who winked at me.

“Kia, you know Jimmy gon’ flip his shit if he sees you talking to that man,” she said with wide eyes.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” I said waving back at Carmelo.  “Bitch, I love you!” she screamed nudging me as Carmelo made his way towards us. “Shh, here he comes.”

Now Carmelo and I dated for a brief time when I was in NXT, but we broke up when I got called up to the main roster. The distance was too much, and we both agreed it was best to go our separate ways.

“Hey beautiful, it’s been a minute,” Carmelo said giving me a hug. “I know, and I’m sorry handsome.”

Our embrace, intimate and familiar as his hands caressed my lower back. “Damn, you lookin’ good, Ma and smellin’ good. Gon’ give me a lil spin for old time’s sake,” he whispered in my ear before pulling away and licking his lips. 

I swear I almost dropped to my knees right then and there and with an inaudible moan, I granted his request. I was playing with fire, but Jimmy had better shape up because sometimes old habits die hard, especially when they look like Melo.

“Ouuu, somebody mad.” Tiffany teased as I chuckled. “What’s up wit yo’ boy?” Carmelo asked pointing at Jimmy. His smile long gone, he was pissed and trying to figure out why Carmelo was talking to me.

I knew that look all too well, and Jessica was just standing there looking lost as always, trying to be relevant.

“Ignore him, I’mma teach his ass a lesson.”

 “I just can’t believe he approached me at smackdown but keeps fumbling you, typical Jimmy,” Carmelo said as I looked at him strangely.

 “What are you talking about?” Tiffany asked intrigued.

“When I got drafted to smackdown he paid me a visit,” he said casually as my eyes widened. “What!..... Why?!”

“He told me to stay away from you because you were his lady. I can’t tell though, cause’ he playin’ games with you. Ain’t no way I got you on my arm and I’m entertaining another woman.”

“Carmelo, he’s drunk and trying to piss me off.” I said as Carmelo scoffed.  “Still ain’t no excuse.”

“Ya’ll wanna go somewhere quiet and catch up before the warden comes?” Tiffany asked, pointing at Jimmy who had left the dance floor and was now talking to Jey.

Jey was laughing at the uncomfortable look on Jimmy’s face as he pointed in our direction, talking to his brothers and straight seething.

The shake of Sefa’s head and the smirk that followed, made me chuckle. I bet Jimmy was over there talking pure nonsense and losing his shit in no particular order.

I knew him, and what wouldn’t I give to be a fly on the wall over there right now. “Nah, we straight right here, I want him to see his future if he keeps playin’ with Kia.  All bets are off, and I’m comin’ for what was mine in the first place,” he said as I gulped.

He always was very vocal about his wants, and I loved that about him. I also loved how he didn’t play about me, even now. “Now Melo-”

“What I’m being honest, you know I’ve always loved you, Kia.” Suddenly a familiar hand caressed my lower back before I could respond.

“Hey, how you doin’ Melo?” Jimmy asked pulling me close as Tiffany cleared her throat.

“Oh, I’m good, just lettin’ Kia know how special she is. You should try it sometime instead of entertaining your ex.” I felt Jimmy tense next to me at his words.

“Ah shit,” I heard Jey whisper, stepping beside Tiffany and putting his arm around her. His ass was just trying to be nosey; I don’t know who he thought he was fooling.

“Kia knows she special, I tell and show her every day.  So, you can move along and find somebody else woman to aggravate,” Jimmy seethed as I pushed him away.

“I can’t tell, you’ve spent the night playin’ these childish games and up on that ditzy bitch.”

“See, I told yo’ stupid ass.” Jey muttered. “Jey, now ain’t the time a’ight.” The frustration and shock very apparent on his face.

“Carmelo, can you take me home? Maybe can watch a movie and catch up.” Hearing the low rumble and kiss of his teeth, I knew Jimmy was mere seconds from exploding.

Phase one and two complete, throw him off his game and establish you don’t need his ass. You choose to deal with him and having you in his world is a privilege. At any moment he can be replaced.

“He ain’t takin’ you nowhere, what the fuck you doin’, Kia?”

“Getting outta your way for you to do you, and I’m about to go do me.” I said continuing to look at Carmelo as he caught on quickly winking at me.

He knew once I went to get my things, I wouldn’t be returning but he was going to get one last shot in at Jimmy.

“I would love to take you home and see what the night holds for two old friends,” he said giving me a wink. I love a good team player that knows how to read the room and play his role perfectly.

“Good, let me get my coat and purse.” The pure shock on Jimmy’s face as I ignored him heading upstairs almost made me laugh.

 “Aye, we ain’t done talking Kia, and you ain’t going nowhere with him,” Jimmy said slightly raise his voice following behind me.

“I’ll be waiting, Kia.”

“She won’t be comin’ back down tonight. She’s goin’ to bed, so you can take yo’ ass on.”

“I thought I made it clear; Carmelo is taking me home.”  

“The fuck he is!” Jimmy shouted catching the door before it slammed in his face. “Aye, you ain’t going nowhere wit him, if anything we stayin’ here tonight cause we both been drinking,” Jimmy said locking the door behind him as I rolled my eyes, grabbing my purse and coat.

“Boy, you’ve done enough for tonight, don’t start acting sober now, move!” I yelled, pushing at his chest as he refused to move.

“Stop playin’ wit me Kia, you ain’t goin’ wit him,” Jimmy said going to put his drink down on the dresser.

Quickly I pulled the condom out my purse, hiding it in my hand.

Thank you, Vivica fox, I silently praised in my mind. I was ready to see him lose his shit cause’ he gon’ learn to stop playin’ wit me.

“Look, I’m leaving ok. Carmelo is just going to take me home and you can stay here and sleep it off. Just come by my house when you sober up,” I said once again trying to go around Jimmy, but he backed me up against the wall.

His breath hot on my neck as I tossed the condom on the floor, making it seem as if fell out of my purse. His wide eyes as he saw the condom falling was thing of beauty.

“What the fuck?” Jimmy uttered looking down at it for a few seconds before looking back at me in disbelief and anger.

Yea….He’s pissed…Sighing dramatically, I attempted to reach down and pick it up, but Jimmy firmly grabbed me by the arm, holding me in place.

“Let go of my arm, Jon.”

“Nah, don’t Jon me right now, stay yo’ ass right there.”  

Pushing him away, I leaned against the wall crossing my arms. His powerful primal gaze slowly igniting my fire as he stared into my soul….

 Yep…..He gone, gone now.

“What the FUCK you got a condom for Kia?!” he asked reaching down to pick it up as I smirked quietly to myself…. Got ya.

“You hear me talkin’ to you Kia?” His heated gaze bouncing between me and the condom still on the floor. I chose not to answer knowing it was pissing him off more.

“Woman, don’t make me ask yo’ ass again. What the fuck you got a condom for?!”

Woman?......Woman?.... Oouu, he big mad now, and I wanted him to be.

Quickly, I slipped back into my role of the tired, frustrated girlfriend as Jimmy angrily stood up and held the condom in front of my face.

“Give it back, Jimmy!” I snapped, reaching for it as he moved his hand.

The prominent scowl on his face turning me on. Damn, this was going to be intense as fuck, and I couldn’t wait. “Answer me Kia, why you got a condom, and we don’t use them?”

“Nothing, I just always carried one in my purse. It’s no big deal,” I said shrugging my shoulders as Jimmy growled, grasping my chin.

Phase three initiated cloud his mind with jealousy, then make him beg for it.

“So, you plannin’ on fuckin’ him, huh?” He asked, the raw passion building between us. Rolling my eyes, I snatched the condom back and put it in my purse.

“Everyone ain’t like you, flirting with their ex, Jimmy. Hell, I thought you had plans to take her home tonight instead of me since she was bouncing her flat ass on your dick all over the dance floor .”

“Stop playin’ with me Kia and answer the question. You plannin’ to lay down for him ain’t you?”

“Lay down for him?....Lay?......Now Jimmy, we both know that I do my best work on top,” I teased. The growl that escaped his lips making my pussy wet, I could almost feel him deep inside me now.

“I’mma kill this mothafucka.”

FINISH…. HIM

“Read my lips, Jimmy! The condom just fell outta my purse, it don’t mean I’mma use it, damn!” I said with an attitude, pissing him off even more.

“Nah, I ain’t stupid, you tryin’ to give him some pussy….My fuckin’ pussy at dat,” Jimmy said raising his voice as I fought to control my breathing.

His Pussy?

Ok, I couldn’t lie, I was loving this new possessive side to him. My pussy was a straight quivering mess, but I had to teach him a lesson.

“Ain’t nobody trying to do nothing, but if I was, it would be my business. It’s my damn body, not yours.”

“Your business?... Your body?... Is you crazy, Kia?”

“I said what I said, and I meant it. I can do what I want to do with my body.”  Damn, that infamous Uso scowl now on full display.

“Oh, it’s your body now, huh?”

“Yea, it’s my body Jonathon.” I felt his body twitch against mine as his real name fell from my lips. He was so turned on and pissed off, he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

 “Well, just this morning you told me every inch of you was mine. Couldn’t stop screaming that shit, tellin’ me how dat pussy belonged to me and only me,” he gloated, licking his lips and caressing my hips.

“Oh, well that was my complementary customer service voice, don’t’ read too much into it.”

“What the fuck dat mean?”

“You put in some good work this morning, and I wanted to boost you up a little. But at the end of the day, no matter how good you lay pipe I ain’t gon’ be disrespected how you did tonight.”

“Kia-”

“Nah, I done caught your act all night, and I ain’t in the business of keepin’ a man that wants to entertain other bitches and don’t want to be held down by a real one woman.”

“Kai, you know this type of stuff new to me.”

“Yea, cause’ your used to having your way because of who you are, but not with me.” I finished as he sighed. “Matter of fact you ain’t gotta be with me if that’s the type shit you wanna to do.”

“I ain’t never said I didn’t want to be wit you. I love yo’ ass….. You know I’m yours, stop trippin’,” Jimmy frowned.

“No, you stop trippin’, I told you from the beginning that I ain’t like them bitches you had in the past. I don’t share Jimmy, now move so Carmelo can take me home,” I said as Jimmy frowned.

“You still on dat shit? I done told you, he ain’t takin you no fuckin’ where. Don’t make me go downstairs and beat his ass, stop playin’ wit me forreal.”

 “Jimmy-”

“He gon’ be waiting till twin throw his ass out cause’ it ain’t happening. You ain’t leavin’ with him, Kia.” Jimmy said trying to put his foot down, taking off his shirt.

Oh, so his plan of attack is to dick me down to shut me up. No sir, Ryder is about to take control of this rodeo.

“I ain’t gotta do shit, and with the way you acted tonight, I don’t love you,” I said knowing it was a lie, and was only adding fuel to the fire.

“Oh, so you don’t love me, and you ain’t mine no more?” Jimmy asked, almost daring me to repeat what I had just said.

“I didn’t stutter Jimmy, now just go back downstairs and keep playin’ with Jessica.” The space between us nonexistent now as Jimmy pressed his body firmly against mine. I was fighting for dear life to not purr feeling his hard dick against me.

“You just have to have the last fuckin’ word.”

“And do, now move, I got somewhere to be.”

“Kia, we ain’t leave this gotdam room until we get this shit straight. So, I’mma ask you again. You ain’t mine?” he asked again in disbelief, his voice husky and smooth, clouding my judgement, but I remained strong.

 He knew I was full of shit, but I wasn’t about to abandon this mission. “No….I’m not yours.”

“Then tell me something if you ain’t mine, Kia?”

“What Jimmy?” I asked his sexy inviting smirk making me weaker by the second. I knew this game between us was about to go into sudden death overtime when he opened his mouth, and licked his middle and forefinger.

The simple, yet sexy display held me captive, as I anticipated his next move, and he knew it.

Come, on Kia snap out of it….

The sensual eye fucking we were engaging in grew more intense by the second.  Nudging my legs apart, he finally slipped his hand under my dress as I gasped, a sly smile adorning his face. I could only look away as he chuckled, then groaned at the realization that I didn’t have any panties on.

 “Look at me Kia, and tell me you ain’t mine,” he demanded, caressing my bare already wet pussy with his fingers.

“Not yours,” I gasped, his lips grazing the column of my neck.

“That shit turn you on when I say it don’t it? When I tell you that you mine and this my pussy,” he whispered, my heart racing as he licked his lips.. Damn I couldn’t speak.

“Yea, dat shit get you wet as fuck don’t it, Ma?” His deep raspy voice asked as I trembled against him in anticipation but tried to play it off.

 “W-What you talkin’ bout Jimmy?” The tremble in my voice exciting him. He knew he had me, but not for long.

“It’s ok, I got you, we both know this pussy all mine. I ain’t even really touched you yet, and you fuckin’ soakin’ wet,” Jimmy groaned, teasingly rubbing his fingers against my clit.

 A husky moan fell from my lips as I bit my lower lip trying to restrain myself. “Then you been walkin’ round all night in wit no panties on? You know what dat shit do to me, Ma.”

I could only moan as the same two fingers were now curling up against my g-spot. Slowly I began riding his fingers as Jimmy continued talking his shit.

“Answer me? If this ain’t my pussy, why she already creamin’ and ready to handle all this curve.”  

Though he was right, he was no pun intended too cocky and needed to be taken down a peg or two.

Phase four is now in progress… Time to make his ass remember just who the fuck you are.

“Prove it,” I whispered, Jimmy’s eyes darkened, my gentle giant long gone as he removed his fingers, anxiously gripping me by my thighs as I wrapping them around his waist.

“Nah, you prove me wrong,” Jimmy challenge, lowering his sweatpants and entering me swiftly as we both groaned in pleasure.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word,” I moaned capturing his lips in a passionate deep kiss, slowly grinding. A primal growl escaping Jimmy’s lips as he submitted to his fate. He loved it when I took control.

“Put your arms on the wall and leave them there.”  Not needing to be told twice, Jimmy did as instructed. Clasping my hands behind his neck, we continued to get lost in each other as our bodies moved in sync but make no mistake I was in control, and I was about to let his ass know it.

“Fuck, Kia,” Jimmy moaned against my lips, buckin’ his hips. “Nah, don’t move, this my show,” I gasped, licking his ear, beginning to bounce on his dick harder.  He was fighting an internal battle within himself to let me have control or lose all control.

“Shit, don’t stop..Yea….Ride dat dick.”

“You’ve been so bad tonight Daddy, I outta stop,” I teased licking and nibbling on his neck, his arms shaking against the wall as I worked him into a frenzy. My pussy welcoming him deeper with each methodical bounce, and swirl of my hips. Our moans of pleasure filling Jey’s guestroom.

“Shit, listen to my pussy, fuck,” Jimmy groaned as we shared a searing kiss, our tongues engaging in a passionate dance as I bounced faster, and harder.

The squelching sounds of my pussy giving new meaning to the words WAP as my essence coated Jimmy’s dick, and our thighs as our bodies met in a dance for control.

“Hell yea… Just…. Like….. That….. Fuck, you so tight, I’m tryin’ not to nut. Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned becoming weaker as I pulsed around him.

“Mmhm, I know and what you need to tell me, Daddy?” I moaned, kissing and nibbling on his lips knowing the lethal combo drove him nuts.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Ma. Shit, just don’t stop.”

Go in for the kill Kia!

Moving my kisses to his neck, I moaned in victory hearing Jimmy’s groans of pleasure as I began sucking and nibbling on his neck. “This what you wanted?” I groaned swirling my hips meeting his thrusts as he growled.

“Mmhm, fuck yea, do dat shit. Can’t nobody do it like you, girl.” he praised as I smirked against his neck, his knees almost buckling from pleasure.

“So why you playin’ wit me then?” I moaned, chasing my nut and ridin’ him like Ciara told us in her song. This room is my circus, and I run this shit.

 “Uh, sh...Shit!” Jimmy groaned as I rode him to the brink but refused to give him release. “Mmhm, what do you need to say? I’m waitin’,” I taunted slowing down as he growled knowing he was losing the battle. His resolve slipping with each strategic bounce of my hips.

“Kia, shit, I’m sorry, you know it’s just you. Fuck you feel so good, listen to my pussy.”

“Yea, she drownin’ dat dick real good ain’t she?”

“Hell yea and I love it.”

“She don’t share though; can you handle that? Are you sure it just me you want because I’m selfish, Jimmy?” I teased slowing down once again as he hissed.

 “Mmm, come on you know you my girl…..My only girl, Kia.” He moaned as I gasped feeling him getting harder. “I don’t know, you been actin’ funny,” I gasped feeling my orgasm building even more.

 “Bae, I’ll straighten up, just let Ryder come out n play. I’ll be good from now on baby, fuck, I need her so bad,” he pleaded as I moaned at his words. “You want Ryder to come out n play baby?”

“Yes, I need her.”  Not needing to be told twice I adjusted myself bracing one hand on the wall and the other arm around his neck.

Our desperation to get closer to each other clouding our judgement as with ease I used the wall as leverage, riding him. “Shit, there’s Ryder.”

 “Uh huh, she’s here, Daddy….. Now keep your hands on the wall and bend your knees a little.”

“Oh shit!” Jimmy groaned at the new and deeper position, watching me with low hooded eyes.

“You gon’ stop playin’ wit me?”

 “Yes, I ain’t gon’ disrespect you again,” he declared as I leaned down capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Shit, you better not,” I groaned relishing in the feeling of us being one.

 “Fuck, Ryder….Get yo’ dick….Yea, ride dat shit.” The low growl in his throat as he met my thrusts, was turning me on even more. I felt like I was on fire from the inside out and I was about to explode.

 “I feel it, Ma, give it to Daddy. I’m bout to nut too,” Jimmy moaned almost reading my mind.

“Fuck! You feel so good, but I swear If you ever do some shit like what you did tonight again, I’m done.” I gasped wrapping my other arm back around his neck, bouncing with wild abandon up and down on his dick.

“I got you, oh fuccck. I g-got you,” he declared as I felt his thighs tighten even more. “You betta have me,” I groaned, nipping at his lower lip before his lips devoured mine. Taking my breath away.

I knew I had to be sure he understood as it took everything within me to stop kissing him. “Mmm, tell me what you gon’ do Jon?” .

“Shit, I ain’t gon’ do nothin’ wrong no mo. I ain’t losing you, I’mma make it right, I promise bae,” he groaned as I smirked in victory claiming his lips once again.  His body trembling against mine as our tongues battled for control. “Mmm, you win Ma,” he moaned finally surrendering all to me as I smiled against his lips.

 “Yea, that’s what I thought,” I gloated, his desperate moans music to my ears as with each bounce I pulsed around his dick rendering him helpless and trying to fight what was about to come.

“Shit! Wait not yet Kia,” he pleaded as I chuckled ignoring him. He was trying so hard to not cum but I knew it was game over for him and myself.

“Nah, you wanted Ryder, now you got her. Now get this nut.” 

“Fuck, gon' do dat shit then, I’m yours,” he moaned as I purred. “I’m yours too, but can’t nobody fuck dat up but you,” I moaned throwing his words back in his face. 

“I ain’t baby, I promise, fuck you finna nut,” he groaned.

“Yeaa, you feel it don’t you..I’m bout to nut real good on my dick...It is mine right?"

“Fuck, you know it's yours. Come on Kia, fuck, I need you so bad," Jimmy pleaded as his breath hitched, as sweat gathered at his brow.

“Mmhm, and when I squirt on it, you betta nut in yo’ pussy like you ain’t neva nutted before,” I demanded arching against him, relishing in him being so deep inside me as I came throwing him into his own mind-blowing end.

“Yeess, fuck….Damn, you drive me crazy, but I love yo’ ass,” Jimmy gasped, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close as we came down off of our mind blowing high.

I started to say something smart because he moved his hands off the wall without permission, but it felt so good to be wrapped up in his powerful arms, that I just decided to be truthful.

 “I love you too, very much but stop taking me for granted.”

“I got you, Ma…It ain’t gon’ happen again.”

“It better not, or Ryder gon’ have to find another man who appreciates her.”

“The hell you say…We locked in Ma, I done told you that. I swear from now on, I’mma be blockin’ them birds like the matrix. I ain’t fuckin’ up what we got for noboby.  I ain’t finna lose you, I love you, Kia.”

“I love you too and I’m glad you finally see things my way, Jonathon.”

“I do and, in a minute, you bout to see shit my way too. Fuck, I can’t wait to tie yo’ ass to this bed and have my way wit you.”

“Oouu, promise,” I chuckled as he growled carrying me to the bed.

“Yea, I promise, but first I need a nap. You know what Ryder does to me,” he whispered as I settled in his arms chuckling in victory.

“Yea, I know baby, but you love her anyway.”

“Damn fuckin’ right I do but I love Kia Johnson even more,” he whispered against my lips as I sighed in contentment.

“And I love you, Jonathon Fatu.”

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[gamblersdoll]

so since sukuna goes for a woman who can hold her own, what would happen if she always won?

well let me tell you.

talks of sex, maybe praise???

he has always been on your side. a bitch tryna argue? “whoop her ass!”

a man tryna holler at you? “either you do it or imma do it. it looks hot when you do it.” (he has seen your short frame bring a six foot plus man to his knees and cry, and he got a raging hard on.)

and when you both bickering hes always baffled by your snarky ass remarks.

“ha, women. am i right?”

“yo thousand year old ass smells like earwax and piss, play wit cho mama.” and hes like …? and when he takes a whiff of himself after hes the primary host hes lowkey livid cause how dare you put him on the spot??

each fight youve won, hes lustful. hes not begging (he is) he’s demanding to switch with yuuji, he wants to hold you, kiss you, reward you for makin him proud. but its not like you do it for him, you just are on a different level than these lousy boys and girls.

or do you do it in the sentiment of pleased for yourself? sure you could get kicked out of jujutsu tech high school, but hey you got slurped up and dicked down? thats a plus?

so when you exercise a cursed spirit, a special grade all on your own, matter of fact, four of them, he’s practically drooling. (women in his age could not necessarily handle that, so seeing it turns him on severely.) and he wants to spread your folds and slurp your clit. he wants to so bad he can only try to remember the last time.

“how would you rate my fighting skill, ryo?” you would ask, meanwhile hes having you stand against a wall while he has his head between your thighs, noisily slurping and sucking, and having to tap this man to signal hes too fuckin loud.

“it makes me so excited to see it.. fuck woman, do you know what you do to me?” he growls, and somewhat a groan. he sticks his tongue out, shaking his head side to side and it makes your knees buckle, but hes your stability.

hes been looking forward to slam his cock into you after a fight, he had to know how it feels when your adrenaline is still up. or was it light work? did you have adrenaline at all? he was growing inpatient, and your name being called along with yuuji’s make him debate should he just kill the whole school so its you and him alone.

he doesnt because he… somewhat cares? sure, you arent able to eliminate sukuna. but you did give him a hard time, harder than mahoraga, the frustration of not being able to knock you down and if he did you still got back up, even pinning him (he was originally angry, but then it turned into a lust/love.) frustration of seeing you get back up, not giving in unless it was a legitimate mutual tie. not backing down just because hes the king of curses.

sukuna could admit he loved that about you.

even if he did knock you down once, (a two hour battle,) he did not want you to be discouraged, the LAST thing he wants.

“stand up and look at me, y/n. youre strong, my strong woman, a perfect concubine to be next to me on my throne.”

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Espresso or Coors? – Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 (Fluff – strong language, drug usage, and drinking)

Frat!Rafe x PianoBar!Reader

+18

🪄 soft!frat!rafe, swearing, name-calling, smoking, drinking, Rafe & reader’s POV

📖 Frat!Rafe gets talked into going to a dueling piano bar. He’s not happy about it but when he sees you in the alley, walking in for your shift, everything changes. From that point on he tries all night to get your attention 💕

✨Kelce: yo

Topper: that's her???

Kelce: look at his face

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I take a deep breath, collecting myself before burying my beer, quickly ordering another. Be cool.

Rafe: that obvious?

Kelce: very

Rafe’s POV:

“5th and main?” The Uber driver drones.

“Yup. Thanks, man,” Topper chirps, stepping into the back seat before me. The Uber XL fills with people, as many as possible. I slide into the back; some sorority girl instantly falls onto my lap. Her tanned body mashes against my white button-down, making me tug at my fabric to check if that shit was staining before throwing the fit I wanna throw.

“Top, you short on cash these days or what? Why couldn’t we get another van, asshole?”

“There’s another comin’. You coulda waited,” Topper sighs, half-listening, concentrating more on the girl sharing a seat with him. “Plus, it looks like you made out just fine,” he cracks up, watching the girl staring up at me, her sticky glossed lips pressing against my neck soon after. I pinch my eyes shut, focusing on anything but this. Yeah, I’m not drunk enough for this.

“It’s called the Dueling Keys. Tell her we’re going to Dueling Keeyyyss,” one of the girls slurs into her phone to a friend on the other line.

I groan and grumble, “I thought we were going to Copperhead. What the fuck, Thornton.”

Topper lifts his hands, pleading innocence. “That’s where we were going, bro. Ask the man.” He motions to the driver, who’s lost in his own world, tuning out the nightmare in the back of his van entirely.

“It’s across the street, Rafe. It’s a piano bar. We always start there because they have $3 Long Islands,” Cassie adds calmly, my favorite of the sisters, the only sober one in the group.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” I sigh, taking out my phone, making myself look busy.

“You smell so good, Rafey,” the drunk girl in my lap mutters as she plays with the top button of my shirt “sensually,” tugging it open before working on the next.

“That’s enough,” I sigh, resting my hand over the top of hers, giving it a little pat. “Thanks.”

We pull up to College Street, cool air replacing the thick, booze-ridden fog of the van. I walk out fast, putting space between me and the girls. I need some fuckin’ air, but they follow me. “I’m takin’ a piss,” I yell back at the two tagging close behind.

“You need help or-” One of them grins, making the other giggle and squeal. Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

I walk to the end of the building, fading into the alley, resting my back against the cool brick wall, finally feeling peace. The other van rolls up; Kelce, steps out of the ride with a girl on each arm, thoroughly relishing this shit. I pluck a joint out from behind my ear, flicking my lighter a few times before it takes, ripping a hit. Thick smoke rolls in my mouth, pouring from my lips as I look out at the mess of college student coming in and out of bars.

“Thank you, Donnie,” my head turns in the opposite direction, catching sight of a woman walking toward the side door. She smiles at the security guard, her little heels clicking along the pavement, hair bouncing with every step.

“Babygirl,” the man booms merrily, making her beautiful eyes sparkle. “How are you doin’ this evening. You look as lovely as ever.”

“Thank you,” she smiles. Her spangly pink dress sways with every step as she goes up the steps ‘til she’s gone, disappearing into the bar.

“Hey, man… Does she work-”

“Stop right there,” the bouncer warns, taking a few steps closer. “I don’t need some drunk frat boy causin’ trouble in my alley. Get the fuck outta here,” he spits, looking back at me like I’m trash.

“Sorry. I’m just-”

“Smokin’ weed? Takin’ a piss? I heard it all, Chad. Y/N doesn’t want your messy ass.”

Well shit… I smile, ashing out the joint as I catch her.

“What are you smilin’ for, boy? Get! And pick that shit up. Do I look like your maid or somethin’?” He barks as he points to the joint on the ground, making me roll my eyes before picking it up.

“Have a nice night, Donnie,” I mumble, giving him the finger as I foot away.

My nerves start to rise, my night taking a turn. I double-check my shirt again for an orange stain, smoothing it out before adjusting my hat. She has to be a bartender, a cocktail waitress, maybe? I position myself away from the Delta Gammas, joining the group of boys in the back of the line.

We shuffle to the front, the music getting louder and louder as we get closer to the door. I pass a bouncer my ID, impatiently waiting to get inside. Luckily, I’m a head taller than most, surveying the scene, following the traffic flow from the entryway to the bar floor. Top flags me down, but I look past him; he and Kelce, lost in a sea of females. I wouldn’t stand a goddamn chance in there. Not if I want her to notice me.

Perfect. I slide into a booth with a group of my younger brothers, the four of them equally surprised that the kook trio got split. “A Coors, please. N’ you can start a tab for the table. Thanks,” I pass the cocktail waitress my card as my phone buzzes.

Topper: we good

I look down at the text message from Top, rolling my eyes.

Kelce: you bein a bitch for a reason or what

Rafe: ill tell you later

Kelce: so ur pissed

Rafe: I’m not fuckin pissed

Topper: you seem upset

Rafe: shut the duck up

Rafe: fuxk

Rafe: fuck

Kelce: how drunk are you 😂

Rafe: leave me alone alright. There’s a girl somewhere around here and she’s perfect and I don’t want these girls fucking it up for me

Topper: oh that’s great buddy

Kelce: congrats man

Rafe: keep them over there

Piano music fills the space around us, silencing the crowd before a swell of applause comes in it’s place. I look up from my beer, seeing the same beautiful girl from the alley behind the piano, canceling out all my previous assumptions. Fuck. I lift my drink to my lips, catching my hand shaking slightly. She leans into the microphone, her smile lighting up the room, drumming up further applause. “Dueling Keys, how are we feeling tonight?” She lets the cheering die down before starting again, introducing the man across from her, then herself.

Kelce: yo

Topper: that’s her???

Kelce: look at his face

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I take a deep breath, collecting myself before burying my beer, quickly ordering another. Be cool.

Rafe: that obvious?

Kelce: very

Topper: do the thing

Rafe: what thing?

The thing? Are you kidding me, Top. What thing?

Another group of ours walks into the pub, catching Topper and Kelce’s focus. I feel myself getting anxious and annoyed, wanting to get her attention in some way before anyone fucks this up for me.

Rafe: tell me the thing

Kelce: order a song cameron

Topper: $5 for a song and you can leave a tip

Rafe: how

Kelce: haven’t you done this before

Rafe: …

Kelce: grab a little thing from the middle write your name and the song

Rafe: any song?

Topper: idk the rules

Kelce: there’s rules.

Rafe: what are they??

Kelce: idk ive never done this before

Rafe: duck u both

Rafe: FUCK*

I take out my wallet, thumbing through my cash: $20, $50, $100. No… What do I do now? $20 isn’t enough. Or is it? $100, I’ll look like an ass. $50… $50. Yeah – Yeah. Shit.

I quickly stuff the cash into the envelope, looking down at the next obstacle. Name… Easy. Rafe. Song. I want it to be something she likes. Something she wants to sing. I don’t wanna be some “Chad, dick, douchebag” requesting Chainsmokers. I look up, so lost in my mind that I missed the first song. Jesus fuck. Pull it together, Rafe.

Topper: Cassie says she likes Sabrina Carpenter

Rafe: how does she know that

Topper: idk I asked who’s that and she said give me 2 minutes. She found her IG

Rafe: Tell her I love her and text me the yn’s @

Topper: Espresso

Rafe: I’m drinking coors

Toppers: its a song

Kelce: 😂

Rafe: thank you Cass

I scribble down the track’s title on the envelope, rising to my feet, heading straight for the front. “Hi, Rafey,” I dodge the sorority sister coming my way, swerving around a bar top table to avoid her, hastily stepping toward the stage.

“This next one’s for Nate,” y/n announces, squinting to get a better look at the chicken scratch handwritten left by one of my frat brothers. “What does this say, babe?” She asks kindly.

“Party in the USA,” he hollers over the crowd.

“Oh, well then. Miley, it is,” she croons as she rolls out her wrists, fingers quickly striking the keys. Her voice pours out of the speakers, sending goosebumps down my arms.

The vocals are so trained; so beautiful it’s like she wrote the song herself. I can tell she’s adding a little more to it, making it her own without effort. Amazi- “Put the envelope in the bowl and sit down,” an old lady scolds me, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

“S-Shit. Sorry,” I scramble. Taking the last couple steps to the fishbowl full of requests, my eyes not leaving y/n. Her gaze lifts as she looks for her partner, catching my eyes instead. I smile, and she smiles back.

So damn beautiful.

Fuck me.

“Sit,” the old lady hisses, jarring me out of my daze. I suck my teeth and smile at her before looking back at y/n; her attention already pulled away, making me feel like I could fight an old lady in public. Bitch.

I sit down with the boys again, just hoping she’ll pull my request right away so I can loosen up a little, sip on a beer while I listen to her perform. Finally, something goes my way. Y/n opens the little envelope, eyeing the cash inside, flashing it to her partner between her pretty little manicured fingers.

“50 bucks? They must really wanna hear that song, y/n.”

“I guess so,” she giggles delightedly as she flips the card over. “Ohhh… A man after my own heart. Rafe, this one for you.”

My name leaves her lips, making my stomach flip. Adrenaline courses through my veins as she looks out into the crowd, searching for me. The boys must have been pointing me out because she finds me quickly, giving me a little nod. This night couldn’t get any better. I don’t know this song. I’ve never heard this shit a day in my life, but I can tell you it’ll be playin’ on repeat after this. The crowd sings along with her, y/n feeding off their energy.

Her voice is the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard, so bubbly and sweet as she nails each note. The song is catchy, too… Nothin’ I’d ever listen to but she’s making me feel like I could. She is so fucking talented. Maybe she plans on recording her own shit one day.

The song closes out, and the crowd breaks into applause “Earth to Rafe. Rafe?” A girl screams at me, apparently battling for my attention. “We’re going to Copperhead. Close your tab.”

“I just ordered a beer,” I lie. “Just go. I’ll meet you. Yeah?”

“No… Come,” she pouts, holding out her arms, giving me grabby hands. Fuck that.

“Who are you?” I scoff.

“Who am I? Who am I?” She starts to go off, but Topper yanks her away. That was close. The masses finally leave, lifting a massive weight off my shoulders. I widen my thighs, relaxing into my seat a little more.

It’s a euphoric rotation: watching her play and sing, performing for the crowd with her witty conversations alone. She’s got a beautiful laugh and a beautiful personality. Everything about her is beautiful. She notices me. I know it… It’s like we’re the only two here, I swear.

Reader’s POV:

Rafe… Fuck, he’s handsome. He’s a frat, bro, for sure, but he didn’t leave with that crowd. He asked about me… I’m almost positive enlisting some help from the army of sorority sisters he showed up with. Rafe doesn’t strike me as a Sabrina Carpenter guy. You laugh to yourself, thinking about it, looking into the crowd as you meet his eyes for the nth time of the night.

All set, I couldn’t help perform for him. Sure, I was entertaining a crowd, but each movement, each smile, each love song was performed just for him. I wanted him to feel like he knew me better at the end of the night, and each little adlib between my co-performer and me gave him a little more of my story: a music major with big dreams of becoming a recording artist.

Now I want to know his story.

He’s only requested one song. The night’s almost over, two requests left in the bowl. Rafe pulls out a card, writing something before stuffing some cash inside. He stands up, walking your way, making it through the crowd a little easier than he did the first time; a little more confidence in his walk.

Your heart starts to race, hands trembling on the keys. You position yourself on the bench, leaning in a little closer. He hands it directly to you with a smile. The boys at his table hoop and holler, whistling for him, making your cheeks heat up, nervous butterflies swirling in your stomach that you don’t usually have on the stage. Oh my god.

He gives you a little more of him this time: Name – Rafe Cameron

Song – Dreams Fleetwood Mac

this is my favorite song 🙂

You open the envelope, taking out another $50, but the little message on the flap has you tucking it in your bra instead of tossing it away when you see his phone number. Rafe smiles from the booth when you return your eyes to his, happy you kept it, taking a sip from his cup when the boys at his table start razzing him about it all.

Dreams. Huh? Not what I expected. There’s something sweet about it, though. It’s not exactly something a frat boy would choose. Maybe there’s a story there. Maybe he’ll tell me tonight? You search for the sheet music on your iPad, setting it up as Rex riffs. “And, who’s the next one for, y/n,” he smiles over the baby grand.

“Rafe Cameron,” you smile, your coworker catching onto your crush fast.

“The Rafe Cameron. Huh? The high roller?”

“The high roller. Mhmm… quite the charmer,” you add.

“Is he free after the show?”

“Rex,” you chuckle breathily. “This one’s mine.” Rex laughs and rolls his eyes, continuing to play with you, the two of you going back and forth, duetting different songs you can both play by ear.

“Well, is he free after the set?” Rex repeats himself dramatically, making the crowd break out in applause. You turn to Rafe and smile.

“Are you free after the set?” You ask sweetly. The blonde smiles and nods, mouthing that he’s all yours. All mine…

You break out into song, playing Rafe’s request, the two of you dueling back and forth, filling the bar with music. You steal glances at Rafe between cords and runs, enjoying the moment, thinking about how nice it would be to have someone in the crowd every night—especially someone who looks at you like he does.

He’s perfect.

YN: Meet me out back? 💕 Are you hungry?

Rafe: on my way. Yeah. Anything you want, princess

Fuck. You bite your bottom lip, reading and rereading Rafe’s message. Princess… It’s just another thing I could get used to. You check yourself in the mirror one last time, slicking on a little lip gloss and fluffing your hair.

You walk through the practically empty bar to the side door, some patrons still hanging around, sipping martinis and beer. You push through the door, Donnie pulling it the rest of the way open per usual, his face hard as stone, not his normal self. “Are you okay?” You ask uneasily, cocking an eyebrow up at him. He simply nods in the other direction, gesturing to someone. Rafe Cameron…

“You know him, baby?” Donnie rasps, looking at you with nothing but concern in his eyes

“Mhmm, Don. This is Rafe. He’s my date-”

“You know he was gonna piss on the side of the building before I stopped him?” Donnie cautions you, making Rafe scoff and laugh weakly.

“He wouldn’t be the first,” you chuckle as you adjust your purse on your shoulder, stepping toward Rafe.

“And he was smokin’ dope.”

“It was a pre-roll, y/n. Just a little weed,” Rafe mumbles, doing his best not to laugh at the older man.

“Naughty boy,” you tease as you slide your arm around Rafe’s waist, giving him a side hug. Rafe wraps his strong arms around your shoulders, pulling you in the rest of the way, holding you close. You take in his rich cologne; the feeling of your body wrapped up in him. Rafe lowers himself, whispering in your ear, setting your heart ablaze.

“Why don’t we get outta here, Princess?”

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[rafedaddy01]

Ok, so like I’ve got an idea if you want one babes.

Dark! Rafe getting pissed off that y/n had been ignoring him all day, and didn’t come to watch him golf with Top, and Kelce. And like while they are golfing Topper checks his phone or sum and sees y/n’s snap story and see that’s she’s out with some Pogues that Rafe hates her being with. Then Top is like… “ um Rafe, your girls hanging out with fucking Pogues”. Then Rafe misses the hole in one when be hears who she is with and gets pissed. Unlucky for y/n the sun is setting and the boys were already going to quit for the day, so they go to where she is hanging out and make a big deal about it. 🤭

You’ve been ignoring Rafe all day. Not really bothering answering to his texts, you were supposed to meet up with him and the boys to play golf and rafe would not stop blowing up your phone. It wasn’t that you were mad at him or anything in particular, you just liked pushing his buttons something. It was a little game you two had, you piss him off and he’d fuck the brattiness right out of you.

Eventually the texts stopped and you felt a little bored sitting at home so you called up some friends. Some friends you knew Rafe would not appreciate you hanging out with, pouges. You knew if he found out he’d be pissed beyond all hell, but you felt bold today. Wanting to urge him further you met up with JJ, Kiara and John B.

“Hey guys let’s take a selfie!” You schemed this perfectly. You snapped a pic of you sitting next to JJ and his hand wrapped around your shoulder as Kiara and John B sat next to each other holding their beers.

“Yo rafe. Check out who the fuck your girls with” topper said. “I don’t care top, I’m trying to play the game” he seethed through his teeth. “I think you do bro, she’s with fuckin pouges” at the mention of you with those dirty bastards Rafe hit the ball a little to hard and missed his put. “Let me fucking see that” he said grabbing the phone out of toppers hands. He examined the picture and turned a dark red as he took notice of the placement of jjs hand. “Let’s go”

“Shit. It’s Rafe” Kiara said signing as she stood up to try to avoid any drama. “Guys chill. He won’t do anything” you said trying to calm the group. “Hey baby!” You beamed at him as he walked out of his rover and had a pissed look on his face. “What are you doing here y/n? Why are you hangin with these people” he said pointing to your friends. “These people, rafe, are my friends. I didn’t feel like sitting like a puppy and watching you play golf with your little girlfriends.” You said crossing your arms and standing your ground. This wasn’t about pushing his buttons anymore, he was being a complete jackass and you weren’t having it. John B snickered at your comment and Rafe turned to face him. “Got something to say pouge?” Rafe asked walking closer to him. “Hey man. We don’t want any issue, why don’t you just go back to your side of the island” JJ butter in, stepping in front of John B and puffing his chest out.

“Let’s go y/n” Rafe said as he continued staring them down. “Rafe..” you started. “Let’s go!” He spoke louder, making you jump at his aggressive tone and your panties fill with a pool of wetness.

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[gojos-thot-patrol]

I know Sukuna is already kind of yandere but do you have any jjk dude yandere HCs?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. TURN IT UUUPP!!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Yandere Gojo is the type of Yandere to be in heavy denial of it

No, he's not obsessed with his darling! Don't be absurd!

He just feels an unbridled rage whenever he sees them talking to anyone else. He just feels the overwhelming need to protect them. He just doesn't want anyone else to ever touch them ever. He's not obsessed

He's the jealous type. Don't let him catch you flirting with someone else, he'll send their head back to their family as the centerpiece of a floral arrangement 

But, he's also extremely good at hiding all of this. You think he's just a normal kinda goofy guy. 

He invites you to stay the night for one night . Then asks you again. And again. And eventually, he stops asking

Hey, isn't it weird he knew what shampoo you use without having to ask? Crazy

Gojo is the type that just wants his darling's love and affection. He's willing to do anything to get it.

You don't even realize you're his captive tbh. You find it a little weird that he's literally always by your side and won't let you go out alone. But that's normal relationship stuff, right?

The only way to make him hurt you is by trying to leave him. At that point, you've lost leg privileges.

And of course he's crying and apologetic, begging you to forgive him after. But like, he still broke your fuckin legs 

And you notice that the front door has a padlock on it now. One you don't have the key to. Door has a lot of locks now actually. And your phone is missing. Oh no.

He still swears he's not obsessed btw. He's just protective 

So protective his own son (Megumi) can't even be around you. In fact, he doesn't even know about you. 

 In conclusion: there are worse yanderes, but I sincerely hope your legs recover well

Suguru Geto

Is crazy and he knows it.

He knows he doesn't feel love the way a "normal" person does. He feels obsession. And honestly, he's ok with that! 

You're the first person to take his obsession to this level though. He's never felt anything this strongly. How exciting!

Suguru is the type of yandere to kill your SO and frame your best friend. Fuck all of those who are close to you, he hates them. He wants to be the only shoulder you cry on.

He doesn't try to hide the fact he's kidnapping you either 

You try to leave after spending the night with him ONCE and he's just like "Where do you think you're going Darling?"

You have no rights. You're not leaving his house, with or without him. 

He’s jealous to the point that the thought of another guy even seeing you makes his skin crawl, no you can’t go to walmart!

The scary part is that he knows what he’s doing isn’t ok. He knows it’s not normal, he knows it won’t earn your love. Quite the contrary, he knows it only earns him your ire. But, he doesn’t care.

He just wants to be close to you. He doesn’t need you to love him. If you do get Stockholm Syndrome that's great but it’s not his end goal. 

His end goal is to possess you. Which, he now does! Score! Everything else is just a bonus

All of that being said, as long as you stay in his good graces, he would want you to be comfortable. He doesn’t cherish the thought of you being sad (unless you piss him off) so he does spoil you just a bit.

Like, you’re not getting electronics or anything (beyond maybe a tv) but he would make your favorite foods, or make sure you have a comfy bed and nice clothes ect.

Again, all of that is contingent on you being a good little darling for him. Act out and he has no problem putting you in your place. (he’s not nearly as bad as Sukuna though..)

In conclusion: We’ll miss you bestie

Kento Nanami

The term “casually obsessed” comes to mind

It’s little things he does. Like leaning in a little too close when he helps you with something on your computer, or looking a little bit too agitated when you start talking about your new SO.

He’s not going to dirty his own hands to get rid of your other romantic interests. Who do you think he is, Gojo? Nay nay. 

He has other, arguably more violent, ways to make people he doesn’t like go away. Not that you would ever know.

To you Nanami is gentle and kind, if not a little bit over protective. To everyone else, he’s a cold asshole who's not above passive aggressive insults. 

Even when he eventually kidnaps you, he manages to use an injury as an excuse to get you to come stay with him. So he can take care of you! No other reasons, obviously. 

But, even after the injury heals it seems he always has another excuse as to why you can’t go. There’s always another threat, some danger only he can protect you from. 

He talks so rationally and calmly it’s hard to think of anything he says as anything other than fact. You also start to get anxious to leave without him. He’s filled your mind with all the horrible things the world has instore for you, you don’t want to be in the world anymore. That’s when he knows he’s won.

Nanami isn’t going to hurt you, ever. But, he will give you the silent treatment. Or quietly take away your comforts that he’s allowed you. Or, if you really fucked up, threaten to kick you out. And just how long do you think you’ll last without him?

Genuinely Nanami is so good at this whole manipulation thing, he doesn’t have to worry about you trying to escape. Why would you? The world is scary and wants to hurt you. Need proof? Look at your previous injury.

Nanami has made your mind a waking hell where he is the only bastion of hope. A prison where his conjugal visits are the only thing keeping you going. You’re actually more anxious when you can’t see him because what if something happens? He can’t save you.

For this reason alone Nanami is the scariest/most fucked up Yandere here cause HOMIE. HE TOOK YOUR FUCKING MIND AWAY FROM YOU, LIKE, WHAT-

Imagine having Kento Nanami fuck you up so bad you’re cool with being kidnapped. Couldn't be me. 

….That’s a lie it could definitely be me.

In conclusion: He took a perfectly good darling and gave em anxiety!

Ryomen Sukuna

Can you hear it, Reader? Can you hear the maniacal laughter? This man is a demon. Literally. 

Sukuna is not as self aware as Geto is, he thinks his obsession is love and he defines love as possession. He needs to own you. The universe would feel deeply wrong and disjointed to him until he has you locked away in his temple with a pretty collar around your neck. I’m so serious. 

The other guys like, wait for a reasonable time to kidnap you, or for a convenient excuse to get you to their house. Ryomen finds that pathetic. The moment he comes to terms with his feelings for you, he’s grabbing you. Doesn’t matter if it's in the middle of the day with 1000 witnesses and you’re kicking and screaming, to the temple with you.

This is probably around the time you find out why your dating life has been so, well…bloody. He’s been slaughtering them. Look! He even used their bones to make a throne for you, just like his! He is so good at this boyfriend thing.

Why was he killing them before he even was fully aware he wanted you? For fun. Duh. What else would he do with his Saturday nights?

Genuinely is a little confused when you don’t love him. Did he fuck up the courting ritual or something? He’s unbothered by it though. He doesn’t need you to love him, right now. You’d learn with time, one way or another. 

I should say Yandere Sukuna als views love as devotion. It’s why he does need you to love him eventually, he needs you to be as devoted to him as he is to you. He’s giving up a lot of himself to be your boyfriend, couldn't you try to be a little more understanding of his feelings in this?

Don’t worry about seeing your family again. He noticed you getting depressed when you started to miss them. So he disposed of them. No, he will not elaborate on what that means. You both already know.

Please please please, don’t piss him off. I’m begging you. Sukuna is not above any form of physical violence to put you in your place. 

That includes leg removal if you try to escape. No I did not say break, I said Removal Ryomen Sukuna does not fuck around. 

At first, you’re going to think he fucking hates you ngl. You’re going to be CONVINCED he only kidnapped you to piss someone else off, not for himself. Because he’s either mean, dismissive, or violent to you. 

It’s not until you’ve been in his possession for a minute and get to know him that you realize “Oh shit, this is his form of love.” When you notice that he doesn’t strike you without reason like he does with literally everyone and anything else. That he actually listens when you talk, no matter how passively. That he treats you like a living thing. A pet, yes, but still a living thing. 

Honestly I always imagine Sukunas temple being in the middle of nowhere, so you weirdly enough have more privileges with him than some of the others. Like, you have access to the temple's garden and such.

That's about as far as comfort goes at the temple though. It's always cold and impersonal, and just because you can identify Sukunas, and I put heavy quotations around this, “love” doesn’t mean it feels like love. Yea, the creature comforts and spoils of the temple are nice but, it’s not human connection. You’re gonna have to play Ryomens game for that. 

In conclusion: You were warned bestie, I keep saying this man is Chernobyl level toxic. 

[glitterincandles]

smiling friends playing minecraft ; ☆

glep

is the one who thought of the idea in the first place #socialmediamanager

brought it up to mr. boss as a "team bonding activity" LOL

in charge of their minecraft server and mediates any conflict that happens within it

the ultimate gamer actually a gamer GOD

is in the game 24/7, they never stop the grind

definitely the first one to find diamonds

yo glep the typa guy to have his whole house and storage decked out by the first day

has an automatic farm for everything (cobblestone, iron, gunpowder, slime, etc) like u name it they have it for some reason

he doesn't let everyone use them for free though

he makes the others "pay" (read: do something embarrassing, run an errand for him, give him iron or something) to get access to any of his automatic farms of their choosing for a whole day

they can negotiate w them tho

like if one of them comes up to him and they have something that he doesn't find valuable then they DO have a chance to convince him of its value but otherwise it won't work lol

in fact he'll be quite offended

like u think that red dye is enough to get access to my automatic iron farm?! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

undeniably the most powerful person in the server

his minecraft skin is definitely either one of those meme skins with an oddly realistic face on the torso or a skin that looks like some sort of lizard dragon monster thing

mr. boss

honestly barely knew what minecraft was before glep brought it up

he did assume it was some kind of game when he hears the word

like any other video game, he had to be introduced to it by the ppl around him

despite him approving of the game, he's barely ever joins the server

^^^^ he's more into rhythm games and fps

has no clue whats going on in the server tbh

he just gets bits and pieces based off of what others say to him or around him

because of that he tries to join the server more often but he really really can't get ahold of minecraft in general bc he gets bored very easily and needs outside stimuli

is the type to log into a server he hasn't touched in a hot second and be upset that everyone else is so far ahead

he always spawns in the middle of nowhere every time bc he hasn't made or slept in a bed yet

^^^ because he usually leaves the server within 5 minutes which isn't long enough for the day-night minecraft cycle to commence (minecraft days are 10 minutes long)

when he logs on while its nighttime in the server he literally BREAKS into allan's house (much to his dismay) and forgets to patch any hole he left in his walls or windows

he hits/kills everyone else in minecraft for fun

literally just logs in to cause chaos then leave

^^^ everyone is thankful that he doesn't have access to tnt yet

definitely uses the alex minecraft skin

allan red

he took a while to accept that they have a minecraft world together

he found it kinda obnoxious (he joined the server anyway)

determined to have the best house in the game

if he had to take any role, he would be the builder

the first thing he did when he logged in was start building a house... like wood enters his inventory, he just makes a fuckin axe then uses the rest of the wood to build his house ;w;

he's actually pretty good at it since he already is very detail-oriented and shit so he can definitely make a fire house

when it comes to mining or combat tho he's so shit

^^^ glep helps in this aspect LOL

only went to the nether for glowstone and it pissed charlie off once

bc theyre already pretty close, glep is more lenient on him and is usually on his side when it comes to any conflict that occurs in the server

not only does he put a lot of effort into his houses, he also puts a lot of effort into the outside of his houses

he just be building shit

built a whole mansion for his minecraft dog once (just bc)

every time he dies in minecraft he's like "ok that means its time for me to log off"

surprisingly has a very healthy balance of play time. he plays just enough to get very far in the game and keep up with everything and ALSO keep his real life stabilized and normal

he has a creative minecraft world outside of the server that he tries redstone in to get lights in his normal minecraft house to work without it looking too bulky and ugly

^^^ he also uses it to make booby traps for anyone entering his house without permission

^^^^ they never fucking work on mr. boss

he made his minecraft skin himself and its just him if he were yassified

charlie dompler

oh god fucking finally was probably what ran through his mind when he heard the news

he probably joked about it once to pim and was surprised that it actually came true

this guy is second to glep when it comes to gaming

like srsly bro probably has a gaming setup and/or is saving up for one

he was the second to join the minecraft server (second to glep again)

he is the opposite of allan; he hates building and only ever mines or fights mobs

in fact he made his whole minecraft hideout in the side of a cave and it only has like. one crafting table, six fucking furnaces, and like 10 chests full of random drops and bulllshit, then his singular bed in the middle of the room with a big path leading down to a random ass cave

looking at his minecraft hideout would make a minecraft builder CRY their eyes out its worse than u think

would often vc with pim and play with him on the server

spends a concerning amount of time on minecraft bc he always has something to do on it, he just gives himself random side quests

despite the disorganization of his minecraft home he's actually more organized in minecraft than in real life believe it or not

he probably hasn't touched grass since he joined the minecraft server

him and glep duel it out sometimes for fun, or they do like fighting challenges with each other like who can kill the most zombies without dying

extremely attached to a wolf he tamed when he first joined the server

he watched minecraft gaming youtubers and bc of that he enchants everything he owns bc those were his favorite episodes

his minecraft skin is some sort of character from one of his interests, like mr. frog or a random salty's mascot bc he finds it funny

pim pimling

his poor cheap office laptop can barely run minecraft omfg

when he boots minecraft up, it'd lag so hard and the fans in his laptop would go crazy, then after five minutes minecraft runs "as normal"... like it's playable but not to ppl who are used to 250 fps

^^^ it happens every fucking time he doesn't know how to fix it

he's ok with it though he's like ok give it a sec this happens all the time ^w^

^^^^ was the last person to join the server bc of this

sings a song while he's doing a minecraft chore, like in the silly halloween special episode when he was singing picking up twigs! picking up twigs! that'll be him while getting wood or something similar

he's real careful about how long he plays bc he doesn't want his laptop to overheat

his combat skills r pretty good bc of his experience playing gwimbly's games when he was younger

his favorite thing is definitely farming though

he's at a constant dilemma of using bones for either bone meal or taming another wolf to add to his mini army

^^^ the mini army is only making his lag worse charlie Really doesn't understand

settled down in a village in one of those empty houses and fight to protect them from any raid that occurs

talks aloud to minecraft villagers as if they can hear him

his village house is filled with many animals actually

he is charmed by baby zombies and baby villagers

^^^ he adopted a baby villager in minecraft once

^^^^ she died in a freak accident during a raid

^^^^^ pim was heartbroken for days

he does a lot of side quests with charlie for fun

like charlie, his minecraft skin is a character from one of his interests,, most likely gwimbly or a character from that game