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what happened girl!
so it was a wfh day at my office which is why im not dressed up + i just went out to throw out my garbage. for reference, my apt building is very close to all the major hospitals, research centers, and universities in the city, so a lot of nurses + medical students live here. im wearing boxer-esque shorts, a white baby tee with NO BRA, and i just got done eating my at home version of an in-n-out Flying Dutchman with GRILLED ONIONS, and im just trying to throw away my trash in secrecy, hopefully shielded by the early evening sky, only to run into a guy who lives on the same floor as me and heâs a surgical resident and heâs heading into work and im like wow, sure hope he doesnât see me, but he did and he starts heading over to me instead of the elevators and we had a convo but i wanted to die the entire time bc again, im in my pjs⌠AND I JUST ATE A BUNCH OF GRILLED ONIONS, why did he go up to me đđđ
#he always fucking catches me off guard#the first time we ran into each other was when i just got back from the gym so my face was all flushed and my hair was pulled back#UGHHHHHHHH#he doesnât know it but i can be so hot he just finds me at the worst time possible
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"Mister Bashir, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
Julian, why in god's name would you invite him to play the villain?
#my art#ds9#julian bashir#elim garak#star trek deep space nine#garashir#image desc in alt text#pencil#ok so on the outset it may look to some viewers as though julian invited garak to play the villain to get dommed by the scary lizard#this is not the case. not in my heart#in my heart julian felt a burst of something funny when Garak asked him ''what if you'd killed me''#and he responded ''what makes you think i wasn't trying'' and garaks face blooms into a sudden understanding and respect. ooh.#That's that heady shit. catching garak off guard. ooooh. that's that High Quality Endorphins Happening. but. gotta pack that up for later#(he will not unpack that later) because garak also just threatened to kill 5 of his friends who are STILL IN DANGER. NO TIME FOR THIS.#so after everything. and MONTHS after OMB. he invites garak to something like a playful rematch. sort of.#after all theres only so long that garak can stomach being a sidekick u know? he needs to be able to do his own machinations.#so they make a character for him thats a villain. a little more cerebral than falcon. a little more ambiguous in his motivations.#now there's also. a secret game at play here (there are always games. doctor) and its actually between garak and his own self#you see garak Also wants bashir to defeat his character. he also wants to be shocked. challenged. a little dismantled even (state forbid!)#and because garak wants that for himself? hes going to fight tooth and fucking nail to make sure it doesn't happen.#that Gayle clip from ''COMPANY IS COMING'' but its garak yelling ''WE CAN'T LET THEM KNOW WE [WANT]!!!''#and its a horrible idea for both of them but. oh so so exciting#you understand.#these rituals arent intricate so much as they are transparent but all encompassing. a fish doesnt know its swimming in water until its out#you understand? you understand.#thank you to anyone who found the time to read these tags i hope you enjoyed yourself and/or found what you were looking for#also garak is dressed so boring bc hes hiding himself u know how it is
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realisingi havent talked about it in a while & thats part of why ive been drawing emet the way he appears in game more so hes recognisable... in my beautiful world (canon timeline) (TO MEEEEE) after emet returns through the miracle of love (i wish i was kidding but its the most likely way for it to happen so thats what im going with.) hes obviously not gonna wear the exact face he wore as solus. so away with the garlean eye for one. like he molded solus' body to have his face he ended up molding the clone he now inhabits to look just like. himself. & im taking liberties with his hair because he is finally, yknow, living as himself & not in ancient society which is incredibly uniform so altering his appearance in any ways feels unlikely for him to do... part of healing & separating himself from the world he'd clung onto so long is learning to be content not looking perfectly like he 'normally does' outside of playing a role
#ffposting#emey selchie tag#hildemet#hes also like. well his personality is closer to what it used to be than the way he acted in shb obviously#but at the same time he is old & tired even if he has newfound like. happiness. in existing.#hes not a complete asshole. a bit jaded but he gives everything (within reason) a shot bc hilde wants him to#too tired to argue & also the reasons he wouldve once disagreed to it are like.. for the image he had to uphold#or bc it didnt benefit the star or whatever. those are no longer concerns that HAVE to weigh on his mind so hes more open#lachesis was just always someone who would surprise him & catch him off guard too right... hilde is the same way in that regard#takes him aback so he doesnt even think to be a dick. this is about the cake LMAO#also i mean he knows better than to be an asshole to the person he literally is alive for. not on that kind of thing#maybe a 'i thought you were good at cooking...?' but then he sees hildes fucking miserable face & its like. well. dont even worry about it.#'why did you even bake a cake' 'birthday...' '... it is YOUR birthday that is coming up not mine' ':( i forgor.'#hildes personality is so funny to me he is so many things. the mentally ill 33 y/o
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no but why is doctor who better at horror than almost every horror project ive ever seen but its not even labeled as horror. is sci fi usually like this. the fuck
#doctor who#my post#USUALLY I LAUGH AT HORROR BECAUSE ITS ALWAYS SO SILLY OR PREDICTABLE OR REPETITIOUS#most horror is just OH NO KILLER THING CHASE GUYS AAAA or some variation of#or they rely on like gore and shit#i barely count jumpscares as horror. cheapest horror out there because its only gag is just catching you off guard and thats it#idk this shit hits different#i love horror. didnt think anything could still get to me lol#i still just keep thinking of that episode from yesterday. like it tapped into my trauma but also before i realized that#it. was just so fucked up. it was so fucked. it was amazing but it was so horrible. you could see him fighting for his life but#but he couldnt move a muscle.#ohhh this show is so good. what the fuck
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Honestly "I could give you the world but you'd poison the seas" is Frosscore enough that it could apply to most people who have ever cared about him. But also, it should clearly be about Lis. Combine that with Aloy's "Elisabet is the only reason you even have a planet to return to" for greater impact. Boom
#not to be obsessed with not only my own playlists but also my own writing but. man. poetic cinema#starting to think that the reason fross is always self-sabotaging is because he's already convinced that everything will inevitably go wron#and instead of waiting for it to catch him off guard he just. poisons it a little himself first.#and maybe then it won't hurt as much when shit does hit the fan!#(< look at this dumbass (me) having the exact same realization about my characters five separate times bc my memory sucks đ)#but just look at his history. every time he tried to do something the right way in earnest it got fucked up for reasons out of his control#so. i could see it. why put in the effort to do things the right way if he's gonna get disappointed in the end?#it's almost like the hurdles that he himself creates are a test. and smth can only be worth pursuing if it can endure those hurdles first#it makes sense why his redemption arc starts once he's stuck on earth and he's like.#''ok now nemesis is gonna kill me for sure. there is nothing i can do to make this situation any worse. guess i'll wash the dishes fml''#lol#but i also think about pre-apocalypse fross practically begging tilda to let him have something that's uniquely his. even if it sucks#(putting a pin on fross's anxieties about being cloned and his disdain towards aloy and beta in that regard)#because he feels like he's always been pulled by external forces and he doesn't know how to break free. doesn't think he even WANTS to#because it's all he's ever known. and stepping outside of his comfort zone is scary :')#but of course he doesn't have the emotional awareness to even be aware of any of that lmao. pity#oc: fross#oc tag#ramble#anyways. sorry i put the meat of this post in the tags. i didn't expect to write this much lol
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âDid you knowââ
âI donât care,â Sukuna interrupts, wholly disinterested. Itâs half past threeâ(which is, of course, his fault, but that doesnât mean heâs any less tired).
But you, wholly uncaring, promptly ignore him. ââThat some female spiders eat the male ones after mating?â
âWhat do you want me to do with this information?â He looks at you irritably, glaring at you from the corner of his eyes. You flash him a grinâitâs a mischievous little thing, your lips curled in a cheeky, flirty way that warns him silently that heâs about to risk popping another vein. He seems to do that around you quite often, and it certainly feels like itâs underway once more.
(And, as it always is, his intuition would be right).
âItâs a warning,â you hum.
He snorts, raising a clearly disbelieving brow as he hums, âoh yeah? For what? Are you gonnaâwha-hey!â
Not a lot catches Sukuna off guard. You giggle as he barks out a surprised yelp of your name, harshly shoving you away from his chest. Thereâs a nice, fresh, very crystal and very clear outline of your teeth marked right on the flesh surrounding his nipple.
He looks at you like youâve lost your mind.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â He asks incredulously.
You let out a soft, amused little giggle that sounds through the room before he feels your weight shift and fall onto him, making him grunt as his arms steady you and his eyes stare up at your hovering face with an agitated purse of his lips.
âIâm eating you,â you say cheekily, âsee?â For emphasis, you leave an equally as shocking bite to his bicep, your head leaning down to get a mouthful of his bare arm. He lets out a low, startled grunt before one large and very firm hand grabs the back of your neck and yanks you off.
âHave you completely lost it?â He hisses.
âWe just matedââ
âWho on Earth talks about sex like that? We are not animals whoââ
ââAnd now Iâm going to eat you after mating. Like a female spider.â
âIf youâre going to be weird, just go the fuck to sleep,â he grumbles lowly.
Sukuna is tired.
(And yes, the reason is partly because heâs a bit inexhaustible once heâs felt the velvet heat of your walls, and yes, itâs technically his own greediness thatâs worn him out so physically for the night. But thatâs all been the cost for something of greater benefit to him. Something he doesnât exactly mind draining his energy for.
Bur your odd, unsettling, abnormal and very plainly weird schemes are not a part of the list of things heâs willing to sacrifice his energy for. There isnât much pleasure in entertaining your nonsense most of the time.
If anything, thereâs painâthe stinging bite marks on his skin can attest to that.)
âIâm not tired,â you hum.
âThen let me make you tired,â he offers smugly, lips tugging into a cocky grin as he looks up at you.
âIf you didnât manage that the first time, what makes you think thatâll work the second?â You tease.
He doesnât seem to like that very much, because with a growl, he pushes the back of your neck until your face falls into the crook of his neck, a strong, bulky arm wrapping around your waist and keeping you in place against his body.
Itâd be awfully intimate, and awfully sweet if he didnât mumble, âI love when you sleep because itâs the only few hours of the day I get to hear you shut the fuck up.â
âMaybe if youâd just appreciated my fun factââ
âYou bit my fucking nipple.â
âI could bite the other one, too, if you want,â you pipe up with an excited grin. He can feel it pressed against his skin as your face buries deeper into the space between his neck and shoulder.
Sukuna is tired. Most of the time, itâs because of you. All of the time, he chooses to allow it because he likes having you around for a good fuck.
(And, of course, thereâs all that bullshit about love and affection, too. But thatâs just that odd stuff you like to babble aboutâthat odd, unsettling, abnormal and very plainly weird emotional part of you that somehow ropes him into being the same way every once in a while.
He doesnât like it.)
âYou need a lobotomy,â he mutters, wincing when you bite the skin of his neck in response. Not in a manner he likes, eitherâvery much in a manner that makes sure he feels the sharpness of your incisors.
âDonât be rude,â you scold, âIâm biologically meant to be your predator.â
âYou biologically give me fuckinâ migraines.â
You grinâitâs a smile thatâs easy. Smooth. Maybe a little giddy, too. It comes out only around Sukuna. Him and his gruff, rugged way of accepting your affection, and his double as rough and crude way of giving it back. His callused hands and toughened knuckles that brush along your cheeks carefully. His crass and undignified words that are carefully thought out enough to never cross the line. His downturned lips and narrowed eyes that only ever soften at the sharp corners around you.
âNext time, Iâll eat you for sure,â you murmur, settling against his chest and getting comfortable. He wraps both arms around you, warm and tight enough that you almost think you can forgo the blanket altogether. âAssert my dominance.â
âYou canât even open the pickle jar.â
âThatâs different.â
âItâs only a matter of time until natural selection gets you,â he snickers quietly. You huff, biting back a smile as he yawns.
Gently, with a kiss over the bite mark you left against his neck, you say softly, âgoodnight. Love you.â
âNight.â
âI love you.â
âFor the love ofâlove you too, holy fuck. Go to sleep.â
#rivs writing.#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen x you#sukuna ryomen fluff
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the tension is fucking killing me... this scene... the buildup from the play rehearsal to then this.... i feel like i'm about to have a heart attack
#santiago is so fucking strong btw it always catches me so off guard#he fooled armand like it was nothing#or did armand just play ignorant?#i wouldn't put it past him really but i don't think so#i think he would've put santiago in his place again if he knew what was happening behind the scenes#iwtv#iwtv spoilers
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
authorâs note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men𼾠please enjoy.
-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as heâs walking with his friends.
âYou know what, guys, Iâll catch up with you after.â
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, heâd shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
âWhatâre we talking about?â Heâd sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
Heâd simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
âWonderful. letâs head to class, yeah?â
Heâd pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
âWho the fuck was that, hm?â, âhe was practically eye-fucking youâŚgive me five good reasons why i shouldnât have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.â
Heâd be furious, but heâd also know that youâd never choose some other guy over him, so heâd soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
âYouâre mine, princess,â heâd loosen his grip, kissing you softly. âSay it.â
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesnât know.
He doesnât necessarily stop walking, but heâd definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesnât leave, heâd tired of waiting, saying âfuck itâ, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected heâd just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
Heâd practically take over the conversation because heâs literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
Youâd kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves heâd just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
âAinât no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.â Heâd murmur against your lips. âlet that be known, right now, forever, always.â
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second heâd see you laughing and smiling heâd be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldnât want to intrude so heâd just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and heâd know he seemed utterly ridiculous so heâd try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
Youâd quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that heâs overthinking.
Heâd smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
âWho was that guy, darling?â
Youâd tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
âDonât worry enz, no one could ever take your place.â
Heâd blush, trying to play it off. âSorry love, I know youâre my girl.â
Youâd take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. âOnly yours baby, forever.â
Mattheo Riddle.
âWho the fuck-â
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldnât even have to turn around to know heâs there, youâd be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
Youâd already know exactly where this was heading, but youâd also know there was no attempting to stop him because itâs pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
Youâd simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
âIs this fucker bothering you?â
Unable to help it, youâd smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
âNo Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-â
Heâd heard more than enough.
âStudy notes? Yeah, I donât fucking think so,â
Without giving the guy a chance to react, heâd reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as heâd hiss:
âBother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes youâll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?â
Not interested in the response, heâd shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like itâd been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, youâd already know, later that night, heâd be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while heâs fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, heâd smirk at you. âSome bloody nerve on that guy, huh?â
Youâd just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
Heâd spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? Thereâs no fucking way that heâs-
Doesnât bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight youâd know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then thatâs when youâd attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
Heâd just shrug, smirking down at you before heâd finally acknowledge the guysâ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
âMove along,â heâd say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. âThis oneâs fucking taken.â
As soon as he got you alone heâd be damn sure to remind you that youâre his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
âAVADA KEDA-â
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
#harry potter#draco malfoy smut#draco malfoy#lorenzo berkshire#tom riddle smut#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#mattheo riddle smut#mattheosmut#mattheoriddle#mattheo smut#mattheo riddle#severus snape#tomriddle smut#tomriddle x reader#tomriddlesmut#blaise zabini#blaisezabini#theoriddlesmut#theodorenottsmut#theodore smut#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott smut#theoriddle#theo nott x reader#theo nott smut#theodorenott#theo riddle#dracomalfoy#draco smut
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Yandere bully who is so mean to you in public, constantly teasing and making you cry, taunting you in front of everyone, pushing your buttons just to see you break. "What's wrong, baby? Gonna cry again?" He grins, acting like the bitch he's known to be. But in private, he's on his knees, your obedient pet, begging to please you however you want.
Yandere bully who's addicted to you, desperate for your approval. He'll do anything to have you, anything to make you cum, anything to feel like he's worthy of your attention -even if it means pushing you to the brink of pleasure every chance he gets.
Yandere bully who gets you alone any chance he gets and makes you cum over and over again, his cruel exterior gone as he worships you with his mouth and hands. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum for me. 'Il do anything for you, baby." His fingers don't stop, even when you're shaking, his lips constantly moving over your sensitive skin, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you can't take it anymore.
Yandere bully who loves catching you off guard when you're trying to study, slipping under the table and spreading your legs without a word. His fingers slip inside you while his tongue circles your clit, licking and sucking on it like he can't get enough. You try to concentrate, but it's impossible, and he knows it. "Come on, baby, keep studying while I make you feel good." He smirks against you, watching you fall apart as he fingers you under the desk.
Yandere bully who loves to suck on his lollipop in front of you, popping it in and out of his mouth with a teasing grin, only to push it inside your pussy without warning. "How's that feel, baby? Bet you never thought this sweet thing could fuck you, huh?" He moves it in and out, his eyes locked on your expression as he watches you struggle. And when he's done, he pulls it out, licks it clean, and goes right back to sucking on it like nothing happened, savoring your taste mixed with the candy.
Yandere bully who acts like he's in control, always smug and cruel with the things he says, but the moment you're soaking wet and he's got his mouth on you, it's like he's a different person. "Fuck, I can't get enough of this. You taste so good, baby... I need more, please."
Yandere bully who moans like he's the one getting head whenever he's between your legs, his voice breaking as he eat you out. He can't help the sounds slipping out of his mouth, so lost in the taste of you that he's grinding himself against the mattress. "Fuck, baby... you taste so fucking good. I'm gonna lose it.." The pleasure in his voice is unreal, like he's the one being pleasured.
Yandere bully who gets absolutely lost between your legs, so pussy-drunk he forgets everything else around him. His mouth is buried between your thighs, licking and kissing like he's been deprived of it for days. He's groaning into you, the wet sounds echoing as he slurps up everything you give him, completely obsessed.
Yandere bully who talks directly to your pussy like it's a person, his voice low and ragged, whispering how good it is, how perfect it feels for him. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sweet.. So good for me. God, I'm never letting you go." He kisses it like it's his lips, muttering praises to it while his tongue laps you up.
Yandere bully who gets so messy and sloppy, his face drenched with your slick, but he doesn't care. The more you give him, the more he wants, making filthy, lewd noises as he fuck you with his tongue. "Shit... I can't get enough. I need more, more of you." He's never satisfied, his fingers spreading you open just so he can see how you pulse for him.
Yandere bully who doesn't just lick, he makes love to your pussy with his mouth, slow at first, dragging his tongue in long strokes like he's savoring every taste. Then he's frantic, desperate, his lips locking around your clit, sucking so hard you can't hold back your moans, and he loves it. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me. Keep making those sounds, I'm fucking addicted to this."
Yandere bully who can't keep his hands off, always pinching and smacking your pussy between sloppy licks, just to watch it bounce and twitch under his touch. "God, I love seeing you like this, so swollen and needy for me." He'd smack it again, the sound so lewd it makes you blush.
Yandere bully who loves to spits on your pussy, his eyes dark with lust as he watches his saliva drip onto you before diving in with his tongue. "Look at this, baby. So fucking messy for me, just how I like it." He grins, dragging his tongue through the wetness and your slick, slurping noisily like he's savoring every second of it.
Yandere bully who bites your pussy just to see your reaction, his teeth grazing over your swollen lips, nipping at your sensitive skin. "Come on, baby, don't squirm. You know you love it when I get a little rough with you." His voice is low, teasing, as he watches your body jerk at the sensation. He alternates between soft kisses and sharp bites, pushing your limits.
Yandere bully who buries his face deeper, tongue pushing into you as far as it can go while his nose grinds against your clit. He groans with each taste, like he's drowning in pleasure just from having you on his lips. "You're so fucking perfect. I could eat this forever:" His words are so slurred and desperate, like he's too far gone to think straight anymore.
Yandere bully who tells you he loves you for the first time when you squirt into his mouth, the taste driving him so insane that the confession slips out before he can stop it. "Fuck... I love you. I fucking love you." His voice is hoarse, and he's groaning like he's the one cumming, licking up every drop you give him as his face gets soaked in your release. He's a mess, panting, eyes wide as the reality of what he just said settles in, but he doesn't take it back.
Yandere bully who gets so overwhelmed eating you out that he cums in his pants without even touching himself, his body shaking with how much he's lost in it. He's a mess, his cock twitching in his soaked boxers while he keeps his mouth on you. "Oh god.. fuck.. I'm cumming... I can't- shit-"And even after he cums, he still doesn't stop, licking up every drop of you like it's his lifeline.
Yandere bully who grinds himself against the bed, getting off just by eating you out, humping the mattress as he moans into you, obsessed with how you taste and feel. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum just like this... you're too fucking good. I can't take it..."
Yandere bully who stays between your legs even after you're spent, lazily licking and kissing, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "l'm not done... Stay still..." His voice is low, almost hoarse, as he presses one last kiss against your pussy, so utterly drunk on it that he can't stop himself.
Yandere bully who takes so many pictures of your pussy that his phone is filled with them. He's got one as his lock screen, grinning every time he unlocks his phone and sees it there. "God, you're so fucking pretty. I can't get enough." He pulls out his phone to take even more photos when you're spread out for him, snapping pictures while muttering to himself about how perfect you look. He's gross, but he doesn't care-he's obsessed with having every part of you to himself.
Yandere bully who wants to shave you himself, his hands steady as he moves the razor over your skin, but it always ends the same way-with him making you cum so hard that your pussy is swollen and puffy by the time he's done. "You look so cute like this... all swollen for me." His fingers trace over your sensitive skin, teasing you even more, knowing you're already overstimulated. He never stops until you've cum over and over again, leaving you a trembling, swollen mess.
Yandere bully who isn't satisfied until he's made you cum more times than you can count, watching you shake and scream, completely addicted to the way your body reacts. "Look at you.. all mine. No one else gets to touch you like this. Only me." He's possessive, obsessed, and so pussy-drunk that he's practically begging for more, even when you can't take it anymore.
Yandere bully who cries when you cum on his tongue, so overwhelmed by how sweet you taste that tears well up in his eyes. He's moaning and sobbing, his face soaked with a mixture of your wetness and his tears. "You're so fucking sweet.. so perfect... fuck, I can't take it..."He presses his face deeper into you, tongue flicking desperately, crying with how much he loves the way you feel.
Yandere bully who steals your dirty panties every chance he gets, slipping them into his pocket when you're not looking. He hides them away just so he can sniff and lick them later, getting off to your scent like a total pervert. "God, you smell so fucking good.. I can't stop thinking about Ä°t." He presses the fabric to his nose, groaning as he grinds against the bed, cumming hard while licking your panties, completely high.
Yandere bully who can be the meanest, most disgusting version of himself, using your body for his pleasure, but you can feel the way he's addicted to you, how much he needs to please you. It's a twisted game between love and hate-he's cruel, mean, but the moment he's got his hands on you, he can't stop himself from worshipping you in the most filthy, desperate ways possible.
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yandere! merman who's (unfortunately) a frequent visitor to your front yard.
living on the beach had its ups and downs. being able to witness such a beautiful sight every day and night, no matter the seasons was really amazing. the fact that you worked as a beach lifeguard also meant that you could head to work much more conveniently.
unfortunately that's about as good as the positives get. not with the ever increasing living expenses and your stupidly handsome fish intruder.
he pops up in your backyard every single day. every. SINGLE. day.
at first it was cute and interesting. oh! a gorgeous merman making himself comfortable in your front yard, tail in the water while he lounges on the sand and tries to talk to you.
you gave into him of course. yes, you have met several other merfolk in your time as a lifeguard. yet there was something about him that drew you in. was it the fact that he would constantly break into your front yard and act like he belonged there? or the fact that he had massive tits and there were always just staring at you? you weren't sure.
plus he was also really interesting too! he (coincidentally) had all the same interests as you and (obviously) also knew you in and out! talking to him was just so so enjoyable! he was extremely cuddly, nuzzling into your neck while he mutters words of affirmations that do wonders to your touch starved heart. aw! it's like he likes you or something :)
but it became annoying. he wouldn't leave you no matter how much you tried. in fact, he'd even FORCE you to stay on the beach with him, holding your hand down as he looked at you with the most emotionally manipulative look. lips all pouty and eyes glossed over, tears threatening to spill. the fact that your house was right there too, just a few steps out of reach... it was like he was purposely trying to tease you or something. hello dude, you aren't my boyfriend! you can't keep me here!
you'd think because he was half fish it would mean he wouldn't be able to stay above land for extended periods of time. but boy, you swear you never really see him enter the water. actually, you swear you see him on land more often!
trying to catch him off guard and enter the water is also near impossible too. it's like he has some sort of power or telekinesis or whatnot. you tried faking sleep just to sneak a glance of him off your porch, maybe even seeing him enter the beautiful waters.
nope. what you got was a JUMPSCARE with him staring right back at you, eyes all wide and mouth open, showcasing rows of sharp teeth. you've never tried to see him away again.
you couldn't even bring other people home anymore. not with him flopping around, glaring and hissing at anyone who dared to even glance at you for a second too long. what seemed like a handsome and harmless fishman was now a nuisance and fucking creepy presence in your already dull life.
have i mentioned the fact that you're a lifeguard? yeah, because of his constant hovering (or flopping) around you, you can't even do your job properly. he doesn't even let you go save people that are clearly in need of help! he just scowls and tells the people to stop drowning! muttering about how if they were a better swimmer they wouldn't be in this position in the first place!
like???
oh well, at least he doesn't do anything more than forcing you to talk to him as long as possible, scaring away all potential suitors and just people in general, and staying in your front yard for way too long, right?
um... you might want to look out your window... uh... yeah, new merfolk. oldies? yeah um, they're his parents. he wants you to meet them. like, right now. and he's also wearing some intricate jewellery that he hasn't worn before.
and is that... a ring?
oh. well.
hahaha...
good luck lifeguard! hopefully he (most definitely) isn't trying to marry you! that would be bad! like, super bad! haha!
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Home By 10
Boyfriend!Bang Chan x afab!Reader
⌠Genre: Smut [MDNI] - dom!Bang chan x sub!Reader ⌠WC: 2k ⌠Summary: "I'll have her home by 10, sir" turns into "She isn't coming home tonight" ⌠CW: Unprotected sex, kind of rough sex, finger rimming (very light thumb in the ass action. very light), fingering, ass slaps, name used: Chan is referred to as Chris, baby/babygirl, my girl
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Chris who meets your parents for the first time when you're staying at their place while your apartment gets some repairs done.Â
Chris who your dad says has the firmest handshake he's ever felt and easily has him smiling seconds after meeting him.Â
Chris who laughs when you nag at your dad to just let the two of you leave. He's still striking up conversation with Chris about his major and his plans for after university. Your boyfriend just smiles and answers, pushing up his glasses a bit while excitedly explaining all of the things that he has planned for after graduation in a few months.Â
Chris who your mother keeps saying is so much better than your ex in looks and manners. You scold her for it when she mumbles it to you for a third time, hoping that your boyfriend didn't hear her but one glance at him tells you that he heard her loud and clear.Â
Chris who smiles brightly when he shakes your father's hand and declares a soft âI'll have her home by 10, sirâ. You almost believed it when he said it. Almost. But he's got your dad fooled. Hook, line, and sinker.Â
Chris who opens his car door for you just as he always does. He guards the top of your head to make sure that you don't hit it and closes the door behind you. Just like he always does.
Chris who relaxes into the dark leather of his seat when your father closes the door. He sighs, smiling at you just as brightly as he did earlier. âBabyâ He coos, rubbing his hand over your thigh. âMissed you.â
Chris who drives you all the way to his shared apartment for some alone time since his roommate is out tonight. He drops his keys onto his dresser and kicks his room door shut behind the two of you with ease.Â
You sit on his bed, watching as he slips off his loose button up shirt, his hat and glasses. That's not the same man that was standing in your living room. âWell don't you look different?â You tease and he smiles, it's bright but his eyes are dark. âDo I?â
Chris who lays back on his bed and pulls you into his lap. âSo what was it that your mom was saying?â He asks while playing with the lace at the hem of your mini skirt. âSomething about me and your ex, right?âÂ
He smiles, enjoying the reaction he gets out of you. âYou weren't supposed to hear that.â He leans up and kisses away your cute pout while lightly squeezing the plush of your thighs.Â
Chris who only lets you deny answering him one more time before he stops asking and starts demanding an answer. âBaby, just tell me exactly what she said.â You huff a sigh, arguing that he knows exactly what she said.Â
Chris tsks, tilting your chin up so that you can catch his dark gaze perfectly. âAh ah ah, I wanna hear it come out of your mouth baby. Tell me what your mother said.â His hand slides up under your skirt, disappearing under the lace.
Chris who coos so sweetly when you finally comply âThat's it, babygirl. So she thinks that I'm better than your ex. Better mannered, better looking, Is that right?â You pant in his lap, barely able to answer as his fingers work smoothly inside of you. He had his methods of getting you to talk.
âWords, sweetie, talk to me.â You moan out a broken 'yes', nodding with your eyes closed tight. âDo you agree, baby?â He scissors his fingers inside of you then presses up into that spot, that one fucking spot. âDo you think that I'm better?â
Chris who has you moaning 'yes' over and over again as he curls his fingers into your sweet spot. He's gripping your hip, guiding you to ride his fingers while he kisses deep red marks into your chest. âYeah? My girl thinks I'm better? What am I better at, huh?â He whispers, nibbling on the shell of your ear. âKissing you? Touching you? Fucking you? Tell me, baby.â
Chris who flips the two of you over and presses the side of your face into the mattress with a fist full of your hair. He scratches at your scalp with one hand while the other flips your skirt up. He groans at the view of your ass, landing a hard slap on each cheek. âYou need me to show you that I'm better, baby? Need me to remind you who's been making you scream on their cock? You want it? Tell me you want it.â
Chris who pulls your panties down your legs and sniffs them before throwing them onto his nightstand. You aren't getting those back, you know that. He lands a harsh slap everytime you whine for him to fill you. He spreads your cheeks, spits down onto your tight asshole and spreads the slick down to your pussy with his thumb, cursing at the sight.Â
Chris who teases your pussy with the head of his cock. He runs the leaky tip over your clit and up through your folds just to push against your entrance and repeat the process. You groan and moan his name, begging him with such a sweet tone that he nearly gives in. âBe patient, baby.â
Chris who sinks into you just a bit just to pull right back out with a distressed groan. He watches the way your cunt stretches around him, taking each inch smoother than the last. He teases you over and over again until he gives you everything in one smooth go. âLook at that pussy take my cock, fuck, baby.âÂ
He moans a sweet strangled sound, Something that you could listen to over and over if your own moans weren't so loud in your ears. He spreads your ass again, pressing his thumb over your tight hole and rimming it with the pad of his finger and pressing in just a bit. âSo fucking tight.â
Chris who grabs your hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh while he thrusts into you. He watches the bounce of your ass when your skin meets his, he groans at the jiggle of your thighs and the arch of your back. He throws his head back, moaning profanities through gritted teeth.Â
âChris, Chris, baby, harder please please, more.â You're babbling, drooling into the bedding and your boyfriend smiles, it's fucked out and cocky. His tongue dips out of his mouth to lick at the corner of his lips and drives his cock into you at a harsh pace, one, two, three times before stopping and holding you against him. âYou gotta earn that shit, baby. You want me to pound you? Want me to fucking ruin your cunt?â All you can do is moan and nod, exhaling shakily. He grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling your head back. âFuck on me, baby. Ride my cock, lemme see you fuck yourself.â
Chris who holds your hair up into a ponytail while you fuck back onto him, you move your hips in smooth circles as you rise and drop your ass against him. He watches the way you move, the way your ass just keeps fucking bouncing. Your cunt clenches around him, your moans echo through his room and he convinces himself that you've earned a proper fucking.
Chris who lets your hair go, timing the drop of your head to the mattress with the snap of his hips so perfectly that it has you screaming into his comforter. He pulls you forward a bit, changing the angle just enough for his cock to bully your sweet spot. You're unraveling beneath him, moaning, drooling, fucked out and fucking pretty.
Chris is no better above you, he's moaning, grunting, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut in a nearly futile attempt to keep his composure. He takes each heavy moan of his name as a queue to give you more and more.
Chris who pulls you up so that your back is to his chest while he's still buried inside you. He smiles that cocky smile when you groan at the position change. His arm hooks around your stomach and his other hand finds purchase around your throat. âFeel that? Feel how deep I am, baby?â
He moves slowly, letting you really feel the way his cock drags along your walls before he resumes his previous pace. He feels like he's in your fucking stomach. It feels like his cock is splitting you open and your clit throbs at the pressure. âLouder, c'mon.â He grunts, squeezing the sides of your throat just enough to give you a head rush. âDon't hold back, baby, louder.â
Chris who can tell by the way your pussy flutters and squeezes him that you're getting close. âShit, babygirl is gonna cum, yeah? Tell me how much better I am whIle you fall apart on my cock.â You whimper, babbling about how good he's fucks you but nothing you say makes sense. âCan't even fucking talk.â His hand goes from your throat to your chin to turn your head to the side. âLook at meâ
Chris keeps his rhythm only faltering for a second when you clench around him. âWhose cock makes you cry like this?â He kisses away a tear as it falls then follows with a soft kiss on your lips. You swallow the spit thick in your mouth and whimper a pathetic âyoursâ.Â
âWhose the best fuck you ever had?â He pounds an equally as pathetic âyouâ from your spit slick lips and he smiles. âWhose cock are you gonna cum on? Hm?âÂ
Chris who doesn't even let you mumble another pathetic whine before he's bending you in half so that you're face down, ass up for him all over again. His hand stays on the side of your face, keeping you in place while his other hand grabs your hip. You're locked in. His thrusts are brutal, relentless. His black tee is between his teeth as he pounds you. Your screams echo and seep into the neighboring apartment but he doesn't fucking care.Â
âC'mon, let me feel you, baby.â He reaches under you, strumming your clit like one of his guitars and you fucking sing like one. You cry out so beautifully that he can't help but harmonize with you. âChris, Chris, Chris, b-baby mâ cumming.â You scream and he drinks it all up.Â
Chris who can barely hold himself together while you tremble beneath him, gushing and creaming on his cock. âHoly shit, you're gonna make me fucking cum. This fucking cunts gonna make me cum.â He's messy, licking drool from the corner of his mouth and taking his turn at becoming a babbling mess. He grunts and thrusts and gets closer and closer to falling apart.Â
âDon't you dare waste a fucking drop that I give you, you hear me? Take it all, take all my fucking - shit shit shit, I'm cumming.â He spills into you, eyes rolling back, bottom lip between his teeth and a groan so guttural it makes you moan. âYou fucking emptied me, baby, fuck.âÂ
Chris who pulls out slowly and spreads your cheeks again to see your mixed arousal drip out of your messy cunt. He stuffs it back in with his fingers cooing a teasing warning. âI said don't fucking waste it.â He punctuates his sentence with an ass slap and you jolt at the sting. âI'll just have to keep filling this hole, huh? Gotta fuck you full until you follow the rules.â
He falls into a rhythm of fingering his cum back into you and âaccidentallyâ pulls another orgasm from you. He chuckles, low and seductive as he slips his fingers between his lips to taste the sweet mix. âThat's my girlâ
Chris who cleans you up. Changes his bedding then cuddles you against his chest. You're still hazy, breathing softly into him while he grabs his phone and unlocks it. âBabygirlâ he calls as he holds his phone up and clicks a picture just as you look up. He checks the photo, smiling at how fucked out you look even after he's cleaned you up.Â
âI'll send it to you.â He kisses your forehead, locking his phone. "You can show it to your dad when he asks why you didn't come home tonight.â
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Hi!! I saw that your requests were open and I'm a big fan of your work and I was wondering if you could write something for rafe where reader is a pogue and they need to steal something from tanney hill but Rafe comes home unexpectedly and reader is supposed to distract him but they end up fucking >.< tyyy!!!
Oooh this is freaky. I love it.
My requests are still open.
smut!! -> >.<, penetrative sex, rafe gets flashed, dom! rafe, missionary, size kink, tummy bulge, rafe doesn't pull out..
In and out. That was the plan you and Sarah had agreed on. She would search through the office while you guarded the halls to make sure the coast remained clear.
Things got complicated. Plans changed when Sarah realized that Rafe had taken the liberty to add locks onto the cabinets where the files are kept. Your heartbeat drummed through your ears as you noticed the flash of headlights from Rafe's truck shine through the glass windows.
"Shit. Sarah, Rafe's back early. ETA on the files?" you panic, scurrying through the tiles halls until your feet take you into the office where the blonde crouched, picking the lock with a bobby pin. "I've almost got it. Distract Rafe, keep him as far from here as possible."
Your legs carried you as fast as they could, hoping to meet him outside the front door but he was already inside, your head bumping into his firm chest at full force, sending you tumbling to the ground. "Holy shit. What the-" He's mid-curse when he notices the face of the intruder. Your face.
"Y/n? What the hell are you doing in here?" His thoughts beat your lips to the answer as they geared the possibilities. His jaw locks as it dawns on him, "Where's Sarah, huh? Is she in here? You helping her steal from me now too?"
His steps are powerful as they begin to clear the premises but you desperately grab onto his bulging biceps. "No, Rafe! Stop." Not expecting him to obey so easily, he whips around, startling you.
Just over his shoulder, you see Sarah's head peek out of the office. She gives a wave with the needed files in hand. You had to make sure Rafe didn't turn around, at all costs.
"I thought you were different, y'know? I always thought you were too good to be hangin' with those pogues-" He's about to turn around while Sarah sneaks out the back. You do the first idiotic thing that comes to mind. Your fingers are hooking under the fabric of your top and heaving upwards to flash him your tits.
His sentences break off into chopped, undecided stutters and his hands slowly reach for your round mounds. His hands were hesitating until you gave him a slight nod. "H-holy shit. Most fuckin' perfect pair of tits I've ever seen." His mind is racing to catch up with his hands that gently massage your breasts and you let out a soft moan.
That's the last time either of your clothes were still draped across your bodies. The interaction was quickly followed by uncalculated steps and heated kisses toward the couch where he'd laid you down and fucked you dumb.
"You feel that?" Rafe relishes in the depths of your soaked cunt that sucked in his generous length. Summoning him to a state of bliss, serving a sentence he wished would last the rest of his lifetime.
His hand is placed arrogantly on your lower abdomen where the outline of his girth could be seen pushing up against your insides. Surely, the question is rhetorical as you'd been reduced to a whimpering mess under his touch.
"My dick's splittin' you open. You fuckin' like that shit?" His hips snap, and you squeal, your whole body jolting with every moment of his much bigger one. The sight of you beneath him was more than enough to get him riding along the edge of ecstasy.
"You got the best fuckin' pussy on the island, goddamnit." His lower lip is tucked between hiss teeth, doing his best to hold himself back.
Rafe wouldn't deny any allegations of previously imagining having you in this very position, but the reality puts the products of his imagination to great shame. "R-rafe!" You moan, unbelievably turned on by your 'sworn enemy'.
"Yeah-- shit. Me too." It's not long before his thrusts begin to falter with strained grunts but added force, and he cums not long after you do. He slowly pulls out, admiring the stringy white cum that kept you connected before he realizes what he's done.
"Rafe..." You slowly sit up, dreading the consequences of his actions. "Fuck--I know, shit. I jus' got so caught up- and your pussy jus' felt so good. I wasn't thinking straight." You're both scavenging to get your clothes on as he rambles on.
He reaches into his back pocket and grabs a wad of cash, "Go get a plan B, and we can both act like this never happened, okay?" With a cold gaze, you pocket the money before rushing outside where the Twinkie is waiting for you around the corner out of sight.
"Y/n! Oh my god what took you so long? We thought Rafe had done something to you." Sarah gasps once you finally pull open the doors of the van. Your head shakes, "Nothing. Just Rafe being Rafe, let's go."
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Worst Logan is probably so touch starved
oh absolutely!!!!! thank you wonderful anon for sharing bc youâve inspired this tiny drabble <3 extremely short but completely spurred on by my need to hug worst logan ty!
no warnings! just one use of slut by wade (ofc)
word count - around 1k
also, the song hear you me by jimmy eat world kept coming to me during this so! vibes maybe?
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Logan Howlett hates physical touch.
He hates the way people often go about trying to touch him, whether it be a brief tangle of fingers or a simple hug, he hates it.
Heâs not entirely sure where itâs stemmed from, especially considering that as a younger man, he didnât mind it. Maybe itâs because of the fact that people he cared for were always too far out of reach, leaving him a swirling mess filled with the aches that follow with unrequited feelings. Or, maybe its the fact that once heâd begun to open up to the people he considered family, heâd failed to protect them, only left to ruin their legacy with his destructive, lethal grief.
The reason doesnât matter, not really, because heâs okay with being alone, nursing copious amounts of whisky shots to numb his loud thoughts.
His plan of rotting away in a bar alone goes to shit the minute Wade shows up and drags him into the shit show heâd landed himself in.
And somehow, after everything settles down, he finds himself stuck in a new universe, living with far too many bodies in Wade's apartment. He wonders why he stayed to begin with, especially with the way Wade pisses him off like no other, but he knows. In the back of his mind, he knows that the group of people heâs come to know have weaseled their way inside his guarded heart. Knowing doesnât make it any easier to accept, though.
The red masked man often tells him he needs to get laid, get up and find someone to fix his grumpy, brooding act he has going on if heâs not going to let Wade do it himself (his words, not Loganâs).
And whenever he presses too much, Loganâs claws will unsheathe with that unmistakable snikt! before they dig into whatever limb of Wadeâs is closest.
People had caught on very early that Logan dislikes physical contact, so itâs an unspoken rule by everyone to not push the man. Well, everyone except Wadeâ the man has been impaled by adamantium far too many times and never learns. That, or he just likes the pain a little too much.
So, it comes to a surprise to everyone when Logan doesnât yell at you, sink his claws into a nearby surface in warning, or growl when you wrap the man in a hug the first time you meet him.
Itâs at some party thrown by Wadeâ purely an excuse for the man to see Vanessa under the guise of a celebration for his newest hair systemâ or whatever the fuck heâd rambled on about, Logan wasnât listening.
Heâd been on his way out, the ghost taste of whisky tingling his tongue as he plans to waste away at the closest bar, when he catches a glimpse of something akin to an angel.
That something is you.
Youâ in all your pretty glory, a beacon of light that glows through the entirety of the dull apartment with just a single smile. Hair frames your face with wisps that kiss rosy-painted cheeks as you laugh at something someone says. A floral dress sits atop of curves that will absolutely haunt his nights. The scent of you tickles his heightened sensesâ a swirl of vanilla and honey so sweet that he suppresses a groan.
Logan believes then and there youâre a princess, an angel, something ethereal and enchanting. He wonders then why youâre friends with Wade.
Heâs already speechless at the sight of you, wrapped up in thoughts, that he doesnât realize youâre suddenly in front of him until an obnoxious voice startles him from the depths of his mind.
âPeanut! How could you leave without saying hi to sweetness here? Horribly rude if you ask me.â
Under any normal circumstance, Logan wouldâve growled at the man before him, followed by a string of curses. However, heâs too occupied with his body thrumming at the sudden proximity and closeness to you.
âHi!â
Of course, it makes sense that your voice matches your looks; sweet and syrupy with an addictive lilt.
Before he can utter a poorly spoken sentence, his body goes rigid, every muscle within him immediately tense as an unfamiliar weight is on him.
âOh, peaches, you donât want to do that, Wolvie isnât much of a huggerââ Wadeâs warning comes too late, given the fact that youâre already wrapped around the man frozen in place.
And in an instant, the entire room is silent, because everyone here has witnessed Loganâs distaste when being touched, usually at the hands of Wade.
Loganâs body tingles with how still he isâ waiting for that awful feeling to consume every bit of him at the touch of another.
Except, the feeling never comes.
Oblivious, your arms squeeze Loganâs waist as you hug him tightly, head resting against his chest, where his heart hammers maddeningly.
Why is he resisting the urge to bury his nose in your hair?
âI just want to say thank you. I donât know how you did it, Wade wonât tell me. But I know you saved this universe and I couldnât be more grateful!â
And, what?
He's confused. Youâre speaking to him like youâve known him your whole life, and heâs not used to this. Heâs familiar with people regarding him with disgust or poorly conceived opinions, not this.
âI love my life, truly! My sweet little dog, my friends, my bakery, I couldnât imagine it being taken away quicker than a breath, so thank you, Logan. Thank you so much!â
Genuine gratefulness coats your rambled words; itâs s then Logan realizes that youâve pulled back, though your hands still rest causally on his hips, a kind smile gracing your face.
It also dawns on him that the dreaded feeling that often follows people touching him never came Instead, a pleasant tingle kisses the skin that your hands and body touched. Logan has never been more perplexed in his life.
The feel of you is taken away promptly, Wade yanking your body away from his and pulling you to his chest.
âSorry sweetness, but Logan isnât known for his love for hugs. He doesnât like people touching him, it doesnât end well. And, considering youâre you, I prefer you alive and healthy, not being turned into a human kabob.â
And at that, you feel horror fill you up, your heart sinking, face flushing.
Because oh my gosh, you never would have done that if you had known! but why did you anyway?! you always acted without thought and clearly it had caught up with you!
âIâm so, so unbelievably sorry! Iâ I didnât mean to cross boundaries or make you uncomfortable! Iâm soââ before you can ramble yourself into further embarrassment, a deep voice cuts you off.
âSâokay.â
The words are simple, quick. Yet, the delivery of them shakes every person in the room to their core. The implication isnât to be missedâ Logan has never reacted that way to being touched before.
Itâs quietâ the room watching with curiosity pooling their eyes and youâre filled to the brim with mortification. And then, the silence is gone when Wade gasps dramatically.
âPeanut, Iâm hurt! I thought we had something special, Iâve been playing the long game. And now thatâs ruined because some slut stole you away? With a hug? No offense, angel face, but Iâm feeling catty.â
His nonsense snaps you out of your head and you roll your eyes, muttering a âshut up!â before focusing on Loganâs face, the man currently glaring at Wadeâs face.
âLogan, Iâm so sorry. I really amââ
âDonât worry about it.â He says, but what he really wants to say is please donât be, your hug felt like home and didnât make me feel sick for the first time in a long, long time.
You smile, weariness still present. The way your pretty lips stretch into a tiny grin, at him no less, he knows heâs got to get out of there, or heâll spiral.
Youâre about to speak again, but he canât stop himself from following his instincts. He doesnât say anything else before practically running out the door, his breath only releasing once he's out of your presence.
And while the man is gulping down numbing alcohol, mind a whirlwind of confusion at himself and youyouyou, the apartment is loud due to Wade having a breakdown.
ââSeriously! I get a claw to the stomach anytime I get to close but you waltz in and suddenly Logan is all for touch? I feel cheated on.â
âWade, youâre completely overreacting. Maybe you shouldâve warned me! I made a complete idiot of myself!â You huff, pacing the tiny living room to expel the anxiety coiling in your abdomen.
âNo, baby. The only idiot is me for thinking heâd want me back!â Wade whines, dramatic as usual, and throws himself onto the couch, a move that lands himself in Vanessaâs lap. The woman pats his head in fake sympathy.
âWade! Shut up, oh my god! Heâs never gonna talk to me again!â
And unknowingly, both Logan and you are worrying yourselves sick about that damn hug and the spark that spread from your heart to his.
And maybe, just maybe, Logan doesnât hate touch after all.
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"it's good, isn't it." he chuckles, sending vibrations to your cute. you're spread out on the bed with geto's head in between your thighs. he kisses your clit gently before sucking it in his mouth. you whine, no matter how many times you've done it, he had always made you cum so hard. geto wraps his arms around your thighs, burying himself deeper into your cunt. he smacks his lips, licking around his mouth. in his mind, there's nothing better than being in between your legs and he would die here if he could. his breathing is hard because of how eagerly he eats out out.
"i want to try something today." he says, a smile forming on his lips. he pats him fingers against your opening, smirking at the sound they make.
"i could drown here." he jokes and you snort at his comment, pushing his head between your legs again.
"don't be a brat, sweets and let me do what i want." his smile is contagious and genuine, making you feel warm inside. geto finally pushes one of his fingers inside of you. it's easy for it to go in with you being this wet, so soon another finger joins the first. he rubs gently around your walls and you think about what he might do. he usually prepares you for his cock by fingering you but you know he loves eating you out and fucking you more than making you fall apart on his fingers. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in circles. you whine and moan, your body relaxing at his gentle touches.
"here we go, sweetheart." he says and his fingers suddenly change their pace. he hooks his fingers on your sweet spot, rubbing it in rapid pace. your back arches of the bed and slutty moans exit your mouth.
"suguru, slow down." you gasp, tears spilling out of your eyes. he abuses your insides, every thrust of his fingers better than the other. your pussy sounds even wetter than before and you feel embarrassed. the room is filled by the sounds of your pussy and your slutty moans.
"are you gonna cum?" he coos, kissing your lower tummy. you nod your head, unable to say anything. he licks at your clit, his fingers still hammering inside. your legs trash around his head as you cum, juices spraying everywhere. you squirting catches geto of guard as he gets his face covered by your juices. the fountain of your juices stop but you're still shaking and spamming around his fingers. he presses his hand down on your tummy to stop your rapid movements.
"oh my god," he chuckles, wiping the wetness of his face, "are you okay, love?"
"better than ever." you reply, breathing heavily. the whole orgasm drained you off all of your energy.
"let's go wash up, baby. my hair is so wet from your juices."
"im sorry, sugu."
"don't be, you're gonna do it again soon. i want it. "
#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#jujutsu kaisen smut#geto suguru x y/n#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru smut#geto suguru x you
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Chat, the freak nasty demons are speaking to me again. NOT proof read. i literarlly slipped out the shower and the laptop fell in my hands and accidentally opened tumblr..
JJk AU, college probably, honestly. Freak frat boy Sukuna is LIVING in my brain rn. I want that. desire that. dream of that.
NSFW, MDNI go to bed,
whore sukuna(obvi), fem virgin!reader, first time, pussy got him whipped
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Finished the fic based of this HC: Tamed
Hope you like!!!
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â˘best friend!sukuna who's a FREAK, i mean like, new girl every week. he's always telling you the nitty gritty details too "Oh she was nasty nasty. she passed out, woke up and still asked for more of this dick"
â˘best friend! sukuna who is KNOWN for how good his dick is. It's big and he knows how to use it, and his hands, and his mouth. The whole campus hears his past girls talk as if he's a sex god fr. Girls are always asking you about him. "Oh my god! you know him right? you guys are close, yeah? could you put in a good word for me?"
â˘best friend! sukuna who always teased you for being a virgin, but never made any moves on you.
â˘virgin! reader who always came off as someone who didn't care about being a virgin. "You fuck enough for the both of us, Kuna...and like five other people too.." and at first you didn't care, but the closer you got to sukuna, the more curious you got.
â˘best friend! sukuna who could not believe his ears when you asked him to be your first. "well, I know you know what you are doing...and I trust you Kuna. but! don't feel pressured its no biggy.."
â˘best friend! sukuna who almost died and thanked every god out there. he's had the FATTEST crush of you for the longest time. Sure he wanted to take you on a date first, you are NOT just a quickie like the others, but who's he to turn down a good fuck? specially from you. "yeah I'll fuck you baby"
â˘best friend! sukuna who does not do his normal "bam bam thank you ma'am routine", but takes his time with you, peppering every inch of you in soft kisses, preparing your virgin cunt and taking pleasure in the way you taste and stretch around his fingers. He swears he saw the pearly gates when he finally sunk into you, and at that moment made a mental note to get rid of his booty call list
â˘virgin!reader who's pussy turned sukuna into a babbling mess over you. Sucking him in so well while you let out low moans so prettily in his ear. and when you whispered "ryo" so desperatly... "mmm pussy so good, augh fuck...fuck squeeze me like that and i'll- !!"
â˘best friend! sukuna who sets a new record with how fast he cums in you. it catches him more off guard than you. and oh when you squeeze down on his cock when you cum he nearly releases a second time. "fuck you should have let me hit sooner, baby"
â˘best friend? sukuna who is now thinking of all the ways he can court you now. whoring days behind! all it took was some good puss to domesticate him. "Let's take a shower and go out for dinner, yeah?" (he wasn't asking) yes he did hit again in the shower, you gave him a taste and now he's addicted.
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oh my god. i want him so bad its shameful. the ovulation is starting to get to me i am NOT your strongest soldier. I wanna make a full fic of this. Yes i forgot about the nanami one, its on the back burner now !!! i NEEED this sukuna one rn
im very open to feedback and ideas!! <333
#jjk smut#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#ryomen sukuna#sukuna ryoumen smut#sukuna x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut
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NERD!WOOZI WITH SLUTTY FINGERING
a/n: i KNOW ive talked about woozi hands, woozi fingering, too much already in this blog, so, nerd!woozi its just another excuse for me to write about it again. sorry not sorry. a/n pt.2: yes, this is woozi's hand on minghao's neck that's why im screaming in the title. WARNINGS: smut, small angst, fingering, body fluids (cum spit), clit stimulation, g'spot stimulation, intense orgasm, teasing, quick learner!jihoon
nerd!jihoon whoâs all serene and timid, always too focused on his notes, pretending he doesnât notice your little games, but deep down, heâs fully aware. you catch him sometimes, the way his pencil pauses mid-scribble when you lean a little too close, asking for the same damn pencil again. he knows you have like five pencils in that full-of-charms bag of yours, regardless here you are.
âyou sure you donât just wanna keep it?â he mumbles, barely looking up as he hands you the pencil.
you lean forward, letting your hair fall in front of your face like a curtain, just to see if heâd peek. and, of course, he does. a quick flick of his eyes, then back down to his notebook, scribbling some bullshit about physics or whatever. boring. you wonder whatâd happen if you just grabbed his hand for real this time, full contact, no pencil-between-you nonsense. would he pull away? would he get all flustered, or would he grab you back, finally drop that innocent act?
âyou ever gonna look at me when i ask you for something, or you too shy for that?â you tease, leaning on his desk now, your fingers inching closer to his ruler. he finally looks up at you, a little more serious than usual, and it catches you off guard.
âyou keep asking for things you donât need,â he says quietly, âwhy?â he scoffs, pushing his glasses up his nose like thatâs gonna hide the faint flush creeping up his neck. âyou can keep the damn pencil,â he mutters, eyes glued to the textbook in front of him.
and nerd!jihoon who gets so in his head about it that he doesnât realize the moment he fucked up. âcause when you stand up from your chair, reaching down to grab something you âaccidentallyâ dropped, you do it slow. bending over right in front of him, just enough that your skirt rides up a little too high, giving him a full view.
he stares for just a second too long, eyes glued to the hem of your skirt, swallowing hard like heâs trying not to make a sound. but itâs obvious, way too obvious, and when he realizes heâs been caught, his face turns red so fast you almost laugh out loud.
nerd!jihoon who's fidgeting now, trying to pretend he didnât just eye-fuck you in the middle of the classroom.
but nerd!jihoonâs only got so much self-control, and youâre testing every bit of it.
nerd!jihoon who, for some reason, snaps at you that morning when you meet at the stairs outside the university building. itâs out of nowhere tooâlike, one second, youâre just giving him that casual little smile, ready to toss some flirty comment about the weather being as cold as his attitude, and the next, heâs all huffy, eyebrows furrowing deeper than usual.
âwhy do you keep doing that?â his voice comes out sharp, way too sharp for someone like him, the type who rarely even speaks above a whisper in class. you blink, taken aback, half-wondering if heâs joking, but when you see his jaw tighten, you realize heâs serious. dead serious. âis it that hard to leave me alone?â
ouch. you donât even know how to react at first, like his words take a second to settle in, but when they do, it feels like someone knocked the air out of you. your eyes harden on him, and for once, you donât have some quick retort. you just⌠stare. really?âheâs just gonna blow up like that?
âfine,â you mutter, voice cold as ice. and with that, you turn on your heel and walk off without another word, you donât even look back as you head straight to the classroom, your heart pounding in your chest. youâve never felt this weird compound of pissed and hurt before. itâs like something just snapped inside you too.
for the rest of the day, you donât bother glancing in his direction. you gather your stuff at the end of class, all in silence, and when you make your way past his desk, you stop for just a second, pulling out all those borrowed pencils from your bag. without a word, you set them on his desk, one by one. they clatter onto his notes, each one feeling like a small âfuck youâ in its own way.
jihoon doesnât say anything, just stares at the pencils like theyâre mocking him. he opens his mouth for a split second, like maybe heâs gonna explain, but nothing comes out. you donât give him the chance either; you walk away, not bothering to look back. itâs like every interaction youâve ever had just gets replayed in your mind, and now itâs all soured.
the next few days are weird. hell, you stop talking to him altogether. instead, you sit at your desk, quietly pulling out your own damn pencils from your pencil case, you donât need his anymore, not when heâs gonna act like a complete ass about it. he watches you thoughâyou can feel his stare on you, burning into the side of your head. but every time you glance in his direction, he looks away like he canât deal with the awkwardness heâs caused.
itâs like he wants to apologize but has no idea how to start. typical jihoonâall brain and no clue when it comes to real people.
but one evening, thereâs a knock on your dorm door. you open it, and there he is, standing there with a six-pack of those canned drinks you always get from the campus canteen, the same ones you always grab right after class. his face is red, cheeks flushed in a way thatâs almost⌠cute? but youâre still mad, still remembering how he snapped at you like that.
âhey,â he says, and his voice is softer this time, merely audible. you just stand there, arms crossed, waiting for him to explain himself.
âi, uh⌠i brought these,â he mutters, holding the cans out like some awkward peace offering. âi noticed you⌠always get these. thought maybeâŚâ his voice trails off, and he rubs the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. âiâm sorry. for what i said.â
you raise an eyebrow, still not convinced. âreally? you were a complete jerk, jihoon.â
he shrinks at your words, nodding. âi know. i just⌠i didnât know how to deal with it, okay? it⌠messed with me.â
you uncross your arms, softening just a bit. âand snapping at me was your way of handling it?â
he sighs, looking down at his shoes. âi didnât mean it. i was just frustrated. not at youâjust⌠at myself.â
you take a deep breath, glancing at the cans in his hands, the little effort heâs put into making amends. heâs trying. âfine,â you say finally, stepping aside to let him in. âyou owe me more than just drinks, though.â
jihoonâs eyes widen a bit, his lips twitching into that familiar nervous smile. âwhat do you want, then?â
you scoff.
nerd!jihoon who feels the faint taste of the drink lingers on your tongue, and he groans into your mouth, probably addicted to it more than heâll admit. heâs kissing you backâmessy, needy, and a little clumsy, but you can tell heâs losing himself in it.
you shift on his lap, straddling him properly, and when you press into him, his breath hitches. itâs like he canât keep himself together, every kiss pulling out little sounds, his hands hover awkwardly for a second, like he doesnât know what to do with them, until you grab them and guide them up your body, pushing them to your chest, making him squeeze your tits through your shirt.
nerd!jihoon who gasps when he feels the nipples on his palms through your shirt, his lips pulling away from yours for just a second as he looks at where his hands are, eyes wide like he canât believe it. his fingers flex against you, tentatively at first, but then you press your hand over his, forcing him to squeeze harder, and you let out a shaky breath.
then? oh, he gets it.
nerd!jihoon, who finally acts, squeezing your tits by himself like heâs been waiting for this chance his whole damn life. his fingers dig in just enough to pull a moan from your throat.
nerd!jihoonâs catching on fast now, realizing where you want to be touched, where your breath catches, where your body melts into him.
his hands roam up your sides, slipping under your oversized shirt, and when his fingers brush your bare skin, he freezes for a second. he realizes youâre not wearing anything underneath, no panties, no bra, just naked under the thin fabric. âshit,â he breathes, almost like a curse, his eyes darting up to meet yours, like heâs checking to see if this is real, if you actually want him to keep going.
you smirk, biting your lip, and press your hips down into him harder, a wordless yes, keep going.
his hand cups your pussy, and the way you immediately arch into him, gasping out his nameâheâs gone. brain short-circuiting, but his bodyâs on autopilot now. âdont do this to meâŚâ he mewls, too focused on the way youâre grinding into his hand, wet and ready for him.
nerd!jihoon who, once he realizes how horny you are, loses any hesitation he had before. his fingers, slender and surprisingly strong, waste no time. heâs focusedâso damn focusedâlike heâs solving a problem in his mind, but this time, the problem is you. and he knows exactly how to handle it.
nerd!jihoon who pauses for just a second, like heâs still processing how turned on you areâhow his touch alone got you dripping like this. his middle finger presses right against your clit, and he flicks it side to sideâfast as hell, like too fastâand your hips jerk up into him, a soft whimper slipping out. his middle finger dips into your pussy first, just enough to feel the wetness gather on his fingertip, the way you swallow around him makes his breath hitch.
itâs like heâs testing what gets you going, what makes your thighs tremble, and god, does he know how to read your body. every gasp, every time your breath hitches, he switches it upâkeeps you on edge.
he presses his middle finger deep suddenly, really deep, until youâre arching into him, your body reacting instantly to the way he knows how to hit that spot. his finger curls inside you, pushing hard, making you gasp like heâs punching the air from your lungs. heâs watching you, eyes glued to the way your hips move, like heâs trying to memorize how to make you react like this again.
"hold still," he mutters, and when you donât, when you try to squirm because itâs too much too fast, he forces your legs open with his, his thighs pressing yours apart. âdonât... close them. i need toââ his breath catches when he adds a second finger, stretching you just enough to make your pussy clench tight around him, making your thighs shake. he presses them deep, so deep you feel the pressure low in your belly, but itâs when he starts to pull them out, flicking them up against your clit as he does it, that you lose it.
âoh fuck,â you gasp, back arching, and jihoonâs watching you so damn closely, taking mental notes on every single reaction you give him.
âso... wet. why? hm?â he whispers, like he canât believe it, his voice shy but breathy, like heâs talking more to himself than you. his fingers slide out, slick with your cum, and without even thinking, he spits right on themâmixing the spit with the dripping wetness already covering his fingers. the sound is obscene, the slick noise of him fingering you only getting louder, wetter, messier.
and then, he adjusts.
âcâmere,â he says, voice a little rougher now, guiding you to sit between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. you can feel how hard his cock is, twitching against your ass as you settle between his thighs. his legs spread yours open, holding you wide as he slides his hand back down to your dripping pussy, his fingers diving back in like they belong there.
he uses his middle finger againâalways that oneâsliding it in deep, heâs too focused on you, too addicted to the way you moan when he pushes his fingers deeper. his legs wrap around yours, holding them wide open, âcause youâre so damn close to squeezing them shut. his voice comes out soft, right in your ear. âyouâre soâfuck, so into this. just my fingers?â
he canât believe it, canât wrap his head around how crazy youâre going just from thisâeven though heâs making you drip all over his hand. but it only impulses him on. his fingers flick against your clit again, fast, precise, like heâs playing an instrument heâs mastered. your body jerks, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing, cum practically coating his fingers now. he slides them deep again, harder this time, pushing you into the bed so hard your hips are practically pinned down.
âyou like that?â he asks, voice shaky, but heâs so into it. holding you open like heâs afraid youâll try to close your legs.
his fingers are everywhereâinside you, rubbing, pressing, flicking.
âfuckâjihoon,â you moan, words tumbling out of you like you canât control them, and his breath catches again. his fingers move faster, slick sounds filling the room as he alternates between pressing deep inside you and flicking your clit, over and over again, until youâre a complete mess in his arms.
âyouâreâfuckâyouâre gonna make me say something stupid,â you gasp out, barely holding onto any coherent thought, and he lets out a soft, shy laugh, like he knows exactly what you mean.
nerd!jihoon who's lost in the rhythm heâs created, only pushes harder, fingers still dancing between your thighs as he chases that soundâthat sweet, desperate gasp that makes his heart race. âi think i can handle it,â he teases, but heâs definitely not prepared for the way you arch your back, pushing harder against him as your breath gets quicker, sharper.
âjihoon, please,â you whimper, the words spilling out like theyâre a prayer. your body is begging for somethingâanythingâmore, but heâs holding you right at the edge, fingers moving so fast youâre pretty sure your brain is short-circuiting.
he seems to realize just how close you are. he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, âcan youâcan you come for me? just from this?â thereâs a softness in his voice, but the way he asks it is so demanding, and you canât help but nod.
âyesâyes!â you manage to breathe out, and thatâs all the encouragement he needs.
âjust let go. i got you.â itâs like the words unlock something inside you, and before you even realize it, that sweet ache intensifying.
nerd!jihoon who lets out a soft chuckle, shaky as hell, but damn if he doesnât sound proud. his fingers donât slow down though. his middle finger presses even deeper, practically curling up into the g'spot inside you that makes you pass out for a second, and you gasp so loud youâre sure anyone passing by your dorm would hear it.
âjihoonâfuck, right there!â you groan, and he hones in on that spot like heâs taking thoughtful reminders.
he bites his lip, watching the way your hips roll into his hand, how wet you are, cum dripping down his fingers like heâs proud of the mess youâre making. âi didnât know youâd be⌠this into it,â he whispers, and that just makes your head spin more.
this guy. so shy but so fucking good at what heâs doing to you.
âjihoon, iâm gonnaâoh my god!â you try to warn him, but he cuts you off.
âi know, just let go,â he encourages, voice softer now, almost reverent, as if heâs treating this moment like something sacred. his fingers slide back up to your clit
this is it. his eyes widen a little, and you can feel the way his heart races against your back. every flick against your clit sends a convulsion through your body.
you dissolve into a broken gasp, your hips moving against his hand instinctively as he works you toward that peak. please, please, just let me come.
and when he adds just a little more pressure, itâs like your whole body torches. you cum and cum, your body arching against him. âjihoon, fuck!â you cry out, a high-pitched gasp that fills the air as you feel everything shatter, your body clenching tightly around his fingers that they almost slip out.
nerd!jihoon who watches you, completely captivated, the way your body reacts, the way youâre lost in it. he doesnât stop, though; no, he keeps moving, fingers working through your orgasm, gentle however persistent, making sure you feel every bit of that pleasure. heâs fascinated, eyes wide as he takes in the globs of cum covering his fingers, the slickness that only grows thicker the more he works you.
âjihoon, waitâŚâ you manage to murmur, half-laughing, half-breathless. âs-sensitive.â
you melt on his chest, catching your breath, as his hand cups your pussy again, letting 'you' rest.
âthat wasâhow do you even know how to do that?â itâs a genuine question, and you canât help but admire him, the way heâs panting lightly, his cheeks flushed.
he chuckles nervously, looking away for a moment, then back at you shyly. âi mean⌠i just pay attention? itâs like⌠figuring out the math of it all, but way more fun.â his eyes sparkle, and you canât help but laugh, shaking your head at how nerdy he is, even in these moments.
âwell, you know what they say about nerds,â you wink, reaching out to play with the ends of his shirt. âthey can be really good atââ
âokay, stop,â he laughs, cutting you off.
âso, um⌠can i, like, do that again sometime?â he asks, his tone shifting to something softer, almost hopeful, and the way he looks at you makes your heart flutter.
âabsolutely,â you say with a grin, leaning in to give him a quick peck, your bodies still tangled together.
âhow about we switch positions next time? i think i could make you scream even louder.â he teases, but his red cheeks don't lie.
you freeze at his words, heart racing as you process what he just said. heâs learned way too quickly, âwhich one are you talking about?â you ask, a teasing lilt in your voice, even though your cheeks are flushed too.
âany one you want,â he replies, a in a shyly-confident smirk on his face. âiâm a quick study when it comes to this kind of stuff.â he smiles wider. âjust tell me what you like, and iâll make sure i learn it.â
you canât help but laugh. âoh, is that so? you think you can handle it?â
âabsolutely,â he says, hugging your body to him. âjust say the word, and iâll show you just how good i can get.â
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