#just spreading love love love and more lOVE

[slvbun]

BLOW YOUR MIND ♡ Rafe C.

Rafe being an insistent bastard after watching too much porn.

content: fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, praising, +18 pls read at your own risk.

english's not my first language, so sorry 4 the mistakes, lol

Rafe had a mission, and he wasn’t backing down. He’d seen it in those grainy porn videos late at night, girls soaking the sheets, trembling, losing their minds, and he was hell-bent on making his girlfriend do the same. She was sprawled out on her bed, legs spread wide, her body glistening with sweat under the dim glow of her bedside lamp. Her pastel pink sheets were already a mess, damp with her arousal, and her breathing was ragged, her voice hoarse from moaning. Rafe’s fingers were buried deep inside her, slick and relentless, his wrist aching from the effort, but he didn’t care. He’d made her cum six times already, six fucking times, and still, no squirt. He wasn’t stopping until he got it.

“Rafe, please,” She whimpered, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as she squirmed beneath him. Her voice was a broken plea, her hands clawing at the sheets, then at his arm, trying to push him away. “I can’t—fuck, I can’t take anymore!”

Her face was flushed, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her lips swollen from biting them through every orgasm he’d ripped out of her.

“You can, baby,” Rafe growled, his tone low and commanding, though there was a thread of praise woven into it. “I'll blow your mind. I know you’ve got more in you.”

His free hand pinned her hip to the mattress, keeping her still as his other hand worked her over. Two fingers curled inside her, pumping fast and deep, the wet, obscene squelch of her pussy filling the room. His thumb pressed hard against her clit, rubbing tight, ruthless circles, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Rafe—oh god, it’s too much!” she sobbed, her voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, her seventh orgasm hitting her like a freight train. Her whole body convulsed, her toes curling, her nails digging into his forearm. A gush of wetness coated his hand, but it wasn’t enough, not the flood he was chasing. He grinned, feral and determined, licking his lips as he watched her unravel.

“That’s it, princess, cum for me again,” he rasped, his voice dripping with filthy pride. “You’re so fucking perfect, look at you—dripping all over my hand. But we’re not done yet.”

His fingers didn’t slow, didn’t falter, even as his knuckles cramped and his arm burned. He added a third finger, stretching her tight, soaked heat, and she screamed, her hips bucking against his grip.

“No, no, please—I can’t!” Her begging was desperate now, her words slurring as overstimulation turned her brain to mush. Her clit was so sensitive it hurt, every brush of his thumb sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and Rafe’s cock twitched in his jeans at the sight. She was a wreck, his wreck, and he fucking loved it.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, leaning down to kiss her trembling lips, tasting the salt of her tears. “You’re my good girl. You’re gonna squirt for me, I know it. Just let go.”

His fingers pistoned faster, curling harder against that spot inside her that made her see stars. The pressure built, her body tightening like a coiled spring, and he could feel it, she was close, so fucking close.

Her moans turned to high-pitched whines, her head thrashing side to side.

“Rafe—fuck, something’s—oh god!” Her voice cut off in a choked gasp as he pressed down on her lower stomach with his free hand, his fingers slamming into her g-spot with brutal precision. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, and then it happened.

A hot, forceful rush of liquid sprayed from her, soaking his hand, his arm, the bed beneath them. She squirted hard, the clear fluid drenching everything in its path, and Rafe let out a triumphant, “Fuck yes!” as he kept going, milking every last drop from her.

Her body shook violently, her thighs clamping around his wrist, but he didn’t stop until she was a boneless, sobbing mess, the sheets ruined beneath her.

“Holy shit, baby,” he panted, finally pulling his dripping fingers out. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan, savouring her taste. “You did it. You fucking squirted for me.” He crawled over her, cupping her tear-streaked face in his hands, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I’m so proud of you, princess. You’re so goddamn amazing.”

She could barely speak, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body limp and spent, but a faint, exhausted smile tugged at her lips.

“You’re… insane,” she whispered, voice shaky.

Rafe chuckled, brushing damp hair off her forehead.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he teased, settling beside her and pulling her into his arms. The bed was a disaster, his hand ached like hell, and she was still trembling, but fuck, it was worth it. She’d given him exactly what he wanted, and he’d never seen anything hotter.

[nemesyaaa]

sweet creature // truck driver!rafe x housewife!reader

summary : just a few mixed headcanons.

warnings : +18 content. minors dni. strong age gap. sweetheart x old man trope. smut. p in v. teasing. smoking. size difference. full nelson position bc big men lovers club here. hand fetish(sorry.). sleazy!rafe. squirting. loss of virginity. please, be aware of the warnings before reading.

author's note : muchas gracias a mi dulce @rafesangelita for giving me the idea bc i really loved to work on the concept of truck driver!rafe. shout out to crush by ethel cain too for give me the inspo of the story. <333

can't stop thinking about truck driver!rafe who's a proud working man. he's soooo bulky from charging alone some weighty goods on his eight wheelers everyday to deliveries driving for weeks and days. he's massive without forcing just because he's doing so hard with his hands on daily.

speaking of this, he's got such big sized hands. apparent thick veins on the back and calloused on the palms. large fingers with too much strength. easier for him to manhandle you or lift you up. they're very manly and rough. fat and round biceps with a strong size. he's tall and big, literally showing you without speaking who’s the man of the house, and who you belong to. you feel so secure every time he's around because you can be sure no one is touching you, no one is looking down at you, no one just dare to even glance at you. he doesn’t like to fight because he doesn't want you to think he's gonna hurt you one day, but if it's for you, he can do anything.

even if you don't like it, he's always smoking a bunch of cigarettes while he's driving and listening to some kind of old music. john denver or johnny cash are his favs.

he's always buying some new marlboro reds at the gas station with some gum when he's taking a break. if he's not smoking, he's chewing some gums until there is no flavor. he's just needs to get something in his mouth. just a bad habit.

he’s a loyal man that doesn't care about women hitting on him at the gas station. but sometimes, he's nostalgic because years ago , you were one of them. you were that pretty rebelious girl who's acting like she has no dad, no family and proudly flirting with him, doesn't give a fuck about getting away with a stranger. at first, you called him old man to joke. at contrary, he directly called you sweetheart, thinking that you're such a sweet thing.

both of you ended up in the motel. “ im curious of what you’ve got in your pants, old man. ” “ you're too young for that shit. ” “ huh, huh…don't you think it's more like you're too old for that shit, sir ? ” the smirk on his face at the moment was really something else. that fucking attitude of yours making him bite his lips.

the minute after, you were pinned down on the mattress, his whole body size over yours. “ repeat it. ” “ i said, you're too old to fuck, sir. ” “ isn’t a fucking virgin thing who doesn't even know anything about the word she's saying who's talking right now ? ” “ I'm not a virgin. ” you lied, rolling your eyes at the sight. “ i swear, I'm not ! ” he laughed softly. “ why are you lying, so eager to be a little slut ? that's why you ran away with strangers like me ?” it was the first time a man like that, and you were speechless. not in a bad way. it was just surprising. “ i think you're forgetting your manners. ” he said carefully, his blue gaze burning over yours.

“ if you want it, i will fuck you. but i need you to say it. clear and ‘oud. ” you turned your head away because there's no way you're gonna say such a thing to him. “ i will find someone else then. that receptionist girl was pre…” “ fuck me. ” you quickly said before repeating it slower and clearly. “ i want you to fuck me…” “ alright. spread those fucking legs for me, sweetheart…huh, look at you, being so wet for me…you really need me.” “ ugh, just touch me ! stop talking, old man. ” you gasped. “ remember that you asked for it. ”

“ yea, yea. ” he started to unbuckle his belt before taking off his pants. your mouth was gagging at his fat cock hanging between his heavy thighs. “ it’s not gonna suck itself. ” you gasped loudly, swallowing hard. “ i j-just don't know how to do it…show me please. ” “ fine. after all, it's my job as your eldest. ”

and that's how you consumed your first night with rafe.

truck driver!rafe who’s got such a pretty polaroid of you that stays and never leaves his truck. there is your lipstick stains on it and a sweet “ good luck ” written on the white space.

as a good housewife, you always prepare him some delicious meals to keep him fed even if he's away. you're always checking on your man' and loves when he's gaining more weight.

he's starting to get old, hitting his forties soon. he doesn't really care about his physic anymore but you still find him so attractive. when you met him, he was already a grown man so it didn't really change anything. he loves to wear a cap on his messy mullet, thinking that it makes him look cool. biggest tees with long sleeves lover. the fabric is not good enough to hide his muscular frame because his big size is so obvious. and he's wearing those blue jeans that fit his muddy boots.

he's not very hairy, but he's not the type to shave often like he used to when he was younger. he's fine with the apparent thick hair of his happy trail and mustache that makes him look like an 80's pornstar. when he's come home, shirtless and sweating, he's just serving you the best look to fuck.

you're obsessed with his scent after a long shift work. you don't care how strong he smells, you just want to hug him and never leave. while he's holding you tight, he's getting you locked on his hug, your face buried against his heavy and glistening chest. and you can't help but kiss his wet sweating tee.

even if he's tired, just knows this man gonna fuck you very hard, especially when you're so clingy to him. you can forget vanilla with truck driver!rafe, there's no way he's gonna be sweet on your fucking pussy, especially after you've been teasing him with dirty pictures of yourself while he was away and driving. also, he does need some stress relief so prepare to be dumb for at least one fucking day raw.

he's excited the moment he sees you. there is no more teasing. he's now in charge of everything and you better take everything he's gonna give you. this is not like he gives you other choices. at this moment, his favorite position to fuck you will be full nelson because you're trapped on his tight muscular hold, forced to bounce on the thickness of his dick. he's dicking you down so hard that you could hear the famous flap flap flap of his heavy balls slapping your skin.

“ don't fucking move. ” he treaths you with the raspy sound of his voice, while your body is bouncing at every of his thrusts. you're shaking loudly on his rocked abs, lips filled with drool and tears running down your heated cheeks. ” you're so fucking tight..! gonna give your pussy a big stretch…fuck ! ”

every back and forth is powerful enough to make your pussy throbs. the way his fleshy cock is moving and bruising your hole — going further and further to the point your stomach is filled with every inch of his shaft, the veiny lines of his dick pulsating inside your cunt and growing harder on your belly. all your whines and cries are nothing for the truck driver, nothing more than a sign to fuck you even faster and stronger. he still holding your twitching body against his toned chest, feeling every squirms of yours on his sweaty skin, and his hands grips at your back legs, while giving you the craziest thrusts. his hands feel so warm and huge on your lower tummy, fingers bruising at your belly while his length is striking to your spot each time. “ you're d-deep…fuck, rafe !! ah…it feels so good…” you cry out of emotions, tears bursting on your face again. “ yea, right ? fucking deep’. you really feel it inside you baby. ”

he's stretching your cunt so well that you can't stop screaming and quivering, feeling his sweat sticking to your body. his breathing is hard and heavy on the side of your cheeks, his jaw slacks but he keeps his mouth wide open loudly panting and getting deeper and stronger, lips tugging at your ears.

he's such a bully. i mean, his dick is. hitting and hitting your g-spot with any fucking breaks, always striking at it like a weapon. getting no mercy and pity on the way he's making you cry. he loves to see your face turning dumb, eyes wide shut, mouth leaking too much saliva, stupid babbles coming from your trembling lips. he's just pushing himself so deep inside your swollen core, breathy moans filling his lips as his cock hardly twitch between your walls, making your throbs even more. you can't even breathe without choking on yourself.

it's like he knows how to take all your energy with his thrusts. his cock won't leave your pussy alone, the veins still hard and bulged with pumping blood, and balls full even after your first orgasm. but not only he wanted you to come but to squirt too.

“ r-rafe, i feel it coming…nghh! ah stop. i c-ca…” “ just let it go, baby. can you do that for me ? ” and it happens just two seconds after, your stretched pussy opening bigger to splash a strong liquid over your folds and making a pool everywhere on yourself. you can't even process the situation that his dick is back into your walls again, merciless pounding your wetted hole. with the same fucked pace. you're such a shivering mess you can't feel anything except the length that's driving hard in your soaked insides. now that you're squirted, it's such a big wet place on your cunt. and he leads him to make you squirt another time. the sound of your pussy pumping his dick is so squishy and loud.

when he comes inside you, you can be sure it's gonna leak a lot from your slick. he's gonna fuck until his balls are empty, and your pussy gonna coats with so much of his sperm.

to be sure of his cock being dry, he's softly slapping at your lips with the tip, and making you clean it. he loves how sloppy you're sucking when you're tired, but he's a hard sucker for the look you give him when his dick weakly falls out of your mouth, and a stream of his sperm sticks at your lower lips.

and you're just off, laying your body back to the sheets.

you can't believe this man was soon forties. you simply can't believe it.

[littlelunababi]

Dating Mctavish 🧼

I imagine he’d be just a bit tame at first. He didn’t want to scare you off with his antics. He’d be a gentleman nonetheless. He’d hold and open doors, help you with your heels, all the works because he’s in love.

He would then, start getting comfortable, and you’d see he’s a bit of a tease and an asshole, but you love it though. It’s kinda cute when he does it.

I also feel like he’d be handy and handsy. The door is squeaking? No problem, but he WILL grab a handful of your ass on the way to fix it. And on the way back to grab his tools, after seeing what he needed. And when he finished. And when he went to put his tools away.

I also feel like he’d be the type to DOG you out and count that as one round, and be ready to go again. Like- you cannot tell me his drive and stamina are not high.

He would have your hands pinned above your head, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you into the broken bed. He’d bite your neck and lips before kissing you. He’d mutter in his accent too, “ya feel tha? Yeah? It’s makin’ ya drool Bonnie”, and trust he licked it right up too.

After you both came, he would slide between your legs and eat you quite literally like a starved dog. You’d grip his hair trying to pull him away, your cunt raw and sensitive but nothing is stoping this man, not unless you actually tell him to and you haven’t so.. womp womp.

Later, you’d be lying with your legs spread, letting the air cool your freshly cleaned body and sore cunt. He’d be grinning at you. Not at all sorry at your state and quite ready to worsen it. Yes, he’s addicted, and no, he can’t get enough, and yes he is a hound about it.

One thing he would LOVE though, is when you’re both in bed, and you ask him stories about some of his missions. More so, the blowing up bits. His eyes always sparkled a little when talking about it.

A cute little pyro-puppy 🥹

[sugarhub]

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲-𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: they are your ex hubby and baby daddy and they want you back, make up sex, monster fucking with true form!sukuna - why let something like logic stop me from being horny when we can have the king of curses for a baby daddy, jealous!possessive!Satoru, sukuna isn’t jealous but crashed your date with pride, daddy/mama/princess, praise/praising degradation/mocking/teasing/light humiliation/embarrassment, squirting, manhandling, choking, smacking, satoru uses a clone, jerking off, pain kink, pussy slapping, vibrator, forced quick orgasm, overstimulation, Toji is doing his best to sweet talk you

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Toji being your hot ex-husband who comes over Gumi every week and trying to fuck you as well

Oreo: in my quest to answer old asks here we are! Thank you for waiting anon if you did, if you didn’t I hope this reaches you one day! 🫶🏽

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

He turns on your small vibrator, climbing onto your bed. Staring down at you with stunning forest-green eyes. “This is what you got to replace me?” You hate how much you love the sight of his massive chest, cocky smirk and thick thighs.

Toji’s cock hangs and lightly sways as he comes closer. You want to him to stretch you out and fill you up. Make you his dumb cock drunk mess who only whines for more.

Ignoring your better judgment to kick your ex back out. You spread your legs, showing Toji how wet your soft cunt is for him. “It makes me cum without bein’ an cold hearted asshole.” You voice isn’t firm like you want. It’s trembling from four months of pent up frustration meeting your desperate anticipation.

The smirk in his face drops a little. “Deserved that.” His smirk softens to a charming smile. “Lemme make it up to ya mama.” He spits on your clit, stroking you with the pulsing toy. Nudging your soft wet cunt with two thick fingers slowly gliding them in.

“I been missing seeing your sweet cunt stretch for me. You feel so soft, wet n’ warm wanna feel ya cumming on my cock. Nothing else gets me off like seeing you soak my cock.” Stroking your sweet spot, focusing on you making you cum quickly.

Closing your eyes moaning, clenching his thick fingers, digging your heels into the bed. You’re lost in the immense relief, muffling your moans with your hand.

Toji pouts, “Look at me, beautiful lil mama.” Pumping his fingers faster, adding more pressure to your clit with the toy.

“Let’s make a bet, if I make you cum harder with your toy then you can I win.” The pleasure is intense with the toy pulsing on your soft clit, his fingers are working magic. He isn’t playing fair, using his knowledge of your body against you.

Whimpering, “Just tell me you need money.” He’s gaze is too intense, closing your eyes. Biting your lip trying to muffle your cries refusing to give Toji more satisfaction.

Keeping his pace steady, coaxing you towards cumming on his fingers. “I do want money but not from you. What I need is for ya to look at me. Wanna see the look in beautiful eyes when you cum.”

His cheeks flush pink, dripping his voice low whining. “Please.” It shoves you over the edge. Your soaking wet, sensitive cunt spasms, the vibrations on your sensitive clit becoming too much.

“Since I’m winning I wanna take ya out to dinner.” Biting your soft tight, the sweet pain adding at the intense pleasure. “I missed ya sweet tits, squishy thighs, soft stomach, and soaking wet cunt.” You already came you couldn't not again so quickly. Yet you’re quivering, eyes watering, your moans getting louder. Toji muffles your cry with his lips.

Rentlessly fucking your sensitive, sloppy wet cunt in a squirting mess, soaking the bed. He doesn't stop, fucking you through your high. It’s too much yet you want more. You want to feel Toji’s thick cock twitching, his veins pulse seconds before he cums in you. Tears trickle down the side of your face.

Toji breaks away, smirking, “You’re so breathtaking tremblin’ n’ nearly crying cause the pleasure is too much. I've barely done anything and your soaking the bed. Shows how badly she needs me.” He sits up, turning the toy off tossing it aside.

Grabbing himself slapping your cunt with his heavy cock. Jerking your hips back, reflexivly trying to close your legs to escape the overstimulating stinging slaps. He croons, “Is it too much for your poor little cunt?” Dragging himself himself between your lips, running away when he nudges your sensitive clit.

Whimpering, “Yes but I want more, please daddy fuck me with your fat cock.” He flips you over, putting your ass up in the air. Lining himself up, gliding just his fat tip admiring how you stretch to take him. “Or should I call it mine?” You can't wait any long, pushing your hips back taking his cock.

“Nnn fuck that’s it mama fuck yourself with my cock. How good does it feel? Does it make you feel like a whore to fuck yourself like this? Using my cock like a toy.” He groans, it's a deep sound you’ve been missing.

He grabs your hips, meeting your hips with a harsh thrust. Stroking your sweet spot making your eyes roll back. He leans over you, pinning you down with some of his weight.

You’re clawing at the sheets unable to run away. “Come on lil’ mama give me another chance.”

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

He’s in the shirtless. You want to fondle, squeeze, and bite his thick chest. Let your hands wonder down his beautifully sculpted body. You could dig your nails into his broad shoulders, spread your legs and take best cock you've had again.

You know how pleasurable it’s to be underneath and on top of him. Which makes not touching him for the past few months even worse. Finding someone that does it like Satoru is impossible.

“Got my shirt going in the washer with some of your clothes. Ya mind if I crash here for the night? It’s gonna be late by the time it’s dry.” Your brain freezes, and you’re thinking only with your cunt.

You’re caught, weakly snapping, “Fuck you for being hot.” You’re missing his warm, large hands groping your body, fingering your cunt. His soft warm lips peppering kisses like he’s worshiping you.

Satoru's pecs are fuller, and his arms are thicker, with two extra veins running down his forearms. When did he get this big?

He croons, “Careful sweetheart.” Grabbing the top of the doorway, filling it up, showing his size off, smirking. “If your date from last they knew how badly you want to fuck your hot baby daddy what would they think?” You’re stuck on his happy trail dipping into his jeans.

He hooks his thumb into his jeans. You rip your gaze away, cheeks burning, your cunt soaking your panties. "It was a second date so it’s none of their concern.” He steps closer, dipping his head down.

Leaning your head back, closing your eyes. “So it’s not serious, good.” Opening your eyes, your body is engulfed by heat. The cocky smirk on his lips is infuriating. "Did you sleep with him yet?"

"That's none of your business, we are not longer serious, if we ever were I dunno." He walks past you, standing in your bedroom door. “Why do you think you can help yourself to my room?” He turns around, his expression is cold, angry. It shouldn’t make you so horny.

Is he jealous?

He motions with two fingers, “Tonight it’s our room ya can fuck me for being irritatingly hot and I’ll show you who is better.” You follow him into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind.

You suggest, “N’ if you fail to be better in bed?” Another Satoru grabs your hair from behind shoving you towards the original.

Nudging your lips with his thick fingers, gagging you when you part your lips. “Thank fucking god these walls are proofed imma make you moan my name like a prayer. I’m gonna have you cry out calling me god and worshipin’ my cock by the time we're done.” Squeezing your neck, grabbing your tongue pulling out out to spit on it.

Stuffing your tongue back in with his long fingers. He unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down with his underwear, getting out his long, veiny cock.

Gliding his fingers out of your mouth, Satoru smears his spit on his cock. You wrap your fingers around him, smear his pre-cum with your thumb. Swirling your fist sliding your hand down his cock.

The clones lifts you off the ground, lining his cock up with your soft lips. Rocking his hips, grinding his warm, hard cock along your soft lips, softly stroking your sensitive clit.

Satoru loosens his grasp around your neck. “Stupid beautiful slut you brought him back here fucked him in what was our bedroom.” The clone Satoru pulls you back by your hips to meet his thrust. “Like your cunt doesn’t belong to me.” He grabs your thighs spreading you in a mating press.

Satoru groans at the sight your soft wet cunt taking his clone’s cock. “You wore this dress for him too.” He rips the front, smirking. He slips his blindfold off, tossing it on the bed. His eyes are cold, hard with intense jealousy you’ve never seen before.

You can’t glare up at him for ripping your dress. Unable to get mad with his cock stirring your guts up with each merciless, quick, deep stroke. He’s fucking a confession out of you. “Got it with you in mind. Knew it was something you liked to see on me.”

“It’s something I love seeing on you. It looks so much better like this, ripped with it bunched around your hips for you to take my cock.” You can’t focus on stroking his cock anymore. You’re too lost in the sweet pleasure of your needy, wet cunt stretching to take his long cock.

Letting your thighs go when the clones grabs your thighs. He sits down, man spreading, spitting into his palm stroking himself. “Tell me lil baby mama whose fucking your sweet cunt in a sloppy wet mess?”

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Glancing Sukuna’s lips, he grabs your neck pulling you in close. His lips are so soft despite the roughness in his passionate hungry kiss. Slipping his hand up your dress squeezing your thigh digging in his nails. He slips his tongue in when you whine.

Dragging his nails up your thigh, squeezing your ass, lifting you off your feet. You wrap your legs around his waist. Desperately trying to keep from moaning into Sukuna’s hungry passionate kiss.

He’s hands and lips feel better than you recall, better then when you touch yourself at night. You missed his cocks, his deep groans, all four of his large hands fondling, restraining and playing with your fragile body pushing you to the point of breaking.

Carrying you through the hallway, closing the door locking it behind himself. Pinning you to the wall, dragging his nails up your thighs, fondling your ass.

He breaks the kiss, yanking your head aside by your hair. Biting your neck, you moan from the sweet pain. Using the second you steady to croon, “Aw you jealous Sukuna? Chased my date off.”

Rolling his crimson eyes Sukuna scoffs, “He isn’t enough for ya lil mama. And by the way you were undressing me from across the room I didn’t think you would mind.” His lips stretch into a cocky smirk that makes your cunt throb.

“You’re dumb slut with a whore cunt that craves both my cocks.” You want to sit on his face and cum till you’re trembling.

You plead with Sukuna, “Can you please?” Trailing kisses along his jawline, dragging your nails along his scalp. You bite his neck, he tilts his head to the side biting into his bottom lip. He moans from you sucking on the soft spot on his neck.

Stepping away from the wall, tugging you off his body dropping you onto your bed. He demands, “Say you're a whore who thinks whose greedy lol cunt loves my monster cocks n’ I’ll fuck you stupid.”

Dragging his fingers along the inside of your thigh stopping shy of your cunt. Waiting for you to admit, “I’m your filthy whore who can’t stop thinking with her needy cock hungry cunt. Need ya to fuck me stupid please my King.” He bites his lip, his breath hitching.

“I need your cocks please no one else can compare to you. You make me cum so hard I can’t think straight or walk. Wanna be fucked into a stupid cum stuffed slut!” Lightly stroking your clit through your underwear. grinding your hips.

He croons, “That’s it! I missed hearing you beg. When I think my cock can’t get any harder, it’s almost hurtin.” Fondling himself through his pants, groaning.

“Please take my underwear off. Please my king!” Slipping his finger underneath your underwear. It shouldn't feel so good to have his finger brush your lips but your cunt is clenching.

He groans, “Fuck princess your so damn beautiful, makin’ you my baby mama only made you hotter. That makes you my Queen, my personal cumdump.” Transforming quickly. He’s twice your height and beautifully monstrous with four muscular arms, a mouth stretching across his hard abs. His dark pants outlining his hard cocks.

Unbutton his pants and freeing his cock with a loud sigh. Kicking his pants aside. Massaging his balls, admiring the sight of you laying down in bed with your dress pushed up and legs spread. Your soft cunt soaking wet for him.

Leaning over you, forcing you to look up, grabbing your hands pinning them above your head. Sukuna he slaps your cunt. “This is mine! It’s always been mine!” You reflexively jerk away from the intense sweet sting.

Sukuna yanks you back into place, pinning your legs open. Slapping your cunt again, licking your clit with his stomach’s tongue. Stroking your soft numb quickly, easing the stinging, gliding one thick finger one.

Curling it, remember how your sweet cunt likes it. Massaging your soft spot with the perfect speed and pressure reducing you to a moaning quivering mess, clenching his finger.

The sound proof bedroom containing your loud needy cries. “I miss how you double stuff me. Please, pleaseplease pleaseplease!” Your words are slurring together. His thick fingers are three of your combined, stretching your soft cunt out.

“I know lil’ mama no one can fuck ya like I can. It was a matter of time till ya missed me.” You’re creaming on his fingers too quickly. You shouldn’t be able to. Yet your cunt is clenching and creaming on his fingers.

Your cheeks burning. “Did you cuming so easily?” His smirk grows, “That's barely more than a minute, you haven’t been treating her right.” His tongue strokes your puffy clit faster.

[neoyuno]

butterflies | jww (m)

backstage rendezvous with your boyfriend, or wonwoo receives an award from the star of the night who happens to be a great singer iykwim

Pairing | idol!wonwoo x popstar!reader

Genre + warnings | established relationship, smut—oral (m receiving), slight voyeurism, sex in semi-public places, (consensual) erotic photography, dirty talk, petname usage, softdom!wonwoo, kissing

Word count | 2.3K

Notes | surprise! hope you love some 🎤ing wonwoo backstage 💋 can be read as a stand alone, or read other parts here!

Good to Me (M) & No Biting (M)

“Baby, you’ll get lip gloss on your face. I can’t ruin your makeup.” You try pushing him away but his hands grip your waist firmly, keeping you in place against the vanity in the comfort of your assigned dressing room backstage.

His eyes scan you from head to toe and back, fingers coming down to play with the exposed part of you leg due to the slit in your dress.

“You look so gorgeous in this dress.” He merely replies, “Can’t wait to go home and give you your 5th award of the night.” He smirks and you blush, grasping his biceps over the fabric of his black suit.

“Fifth? I’ve only won three so far.” You smile when his lips made contact with your neck, kissing and licking softly. “And I was was nominated for four only.”

“And you’ll win the fourth one too.” Wonwoo groans against your neck when he hears a soft moan leave your lips. “And the fifth is right here.” He places your hand over his pants, the very obvious outline matching the hard feeling in your palm.

“Wonu, I can’t, I need to perform in 40 minutes…” you want to push him away, you really do, but the way his lips dance against your skin is incredibly addictive.

“Let me eat you out, then.” His smirk appears once more before he leans and bites your lower lip, earning a gasp from you.

“I can’t, I’m wearing a one piece under and I can’t take this whole thing off, baby.” You sigh and he pouts at you. “But I can help you, sit down.”

“No, baby… you don’t have to.” The way his eyes soften makes you want to jump him even more. “You’ll ruin your makeup.” He says sweetly, but the smug smirk on his face told you everything that was in his mind.

“I’m getting my makeup re-done before going up. Sit down.” You push him, but he doesn’t budge. “I can’t let you go back out there with a boner. Not to boost your ego, but it is too noticeable.” He quirks an eyebrow at the last thing you say and you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” He asks with a smile when you push him softly, obviously not with enough force to make him sit down—but he does as you ask.

“Do you want me to suck your dick or not? Because I can just leav- oh!” Your rambling is interrupted when you feel his strong hands grip your ass over the 4 layers of puffy fabric.

“Can I photograph us?” Wonwoo asks and your eyes go wide at such a request. Your boyfriend had a vast collection of intimate photos of you (that he developed himself and kept safe). Photographs varying from tame lingerie pics that could easily be normal magazine shoots to incredibly crude pics of you spread out in bed, covered in his cum and fucking yourself with your fingers.

These photos, however, were all taken in the privacy of your or his home, never in public or semi-public places—but the fact that he was asking it tonight made you incredibly needy.

“You just look incredibly pretty tonight and I need to remember how pretty you’ll look with these glossy lips around me.”

His hand reaches out to your face immediately after your knees bent to squat in front of him, caressing your cheek before he dips his thumb beyond your lips and onto your tongue, earning himself a soft moan from you.

“Mhm, but I need to be quick. I only have 15 minutes before I get called into makeup.” He nodded and removed his thumb from your mouth to grab his camera from your purse—a cute and expensive digital camera that had snapped many of your memories as a couple.

Your hands trail from his knees and up his thighs, stopping right before his pelvis to squeeze the meaty part of his thighs. Despite having barely touched him, you can tell he was already loosing control, the way his dark eyes stare at you through his specs told you everything.

“Look at me, baby.” With the camera pointing at you, you put on your best pleading eyes as your two hands lay softly on his clothed erection. A white flash instantly graced your face and your boyfriend shifted on his seat.

“So fucking perfect…” Wonwoo groaned and you giggled softly as your fingers curl under his waistband—long, manicured nails slightly scraping the skin under his belly button—to work on unbuckling his designer belt in efforts of freeing his (not so) little friend.

Wonwoo couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath when you fingers make contact with his sensitive bulge after unbuttoning his pants.

“Do I really look that good that you are this hard?” You gasp, slightly shocked upon discovering his red glistening tip and the accented vein up his shaft.

Your wide eyes adorned by the sparkly purple eyeshadow and curly long lashes was just about enough to throw him over the edge. He couldn’t point what it was about you tonight that made you look like you descended from Heaven and into his arms—or between his legs, if you may.

“So fucking beautiful.” He cursed lowly, “please…”

Your hand reached out to engulf his shaft, a sharp hiss leaving his lips at the sudden touch of your cold hands. The embellished nails made your hands look even prettier wrapped around his cock as you slowly pumped.

“I can’t wait for this thing to be over.” You muttered before leaning forwards to kiss his tip, the leaking precum mixing with your shimmery lipgloss, earning a moan from your boyfriend. “I want to ride you so bad.”

“I promise I’ll let you ride me when we get home, angel. But you’ll have to let me taste you first.” A groan interrupted his talking when your mouth engulfed the head of his cock, the wet warm feeling sending goosebumps up his body. “Fuck, such a good girl…”

“Take a photo.” You said before engulfing his head again, your soft hand pumping his shaft lazily as he snapped another shot.

“I wish you could see just how pretty you look with your mouth stuffed.”

A hum escaped your throat at the taste of him, you absolutely loved having him in your mouth—his reactions enough to bring you pleasure. Wonwoo sneaked his free hand to interlace it with yours, his thumb mindlessly caressing the back of your hand, while your other hand pumped whatever your mouth wasn’t covering.

“I have never wanted an award show to end so fast before, can’t we make an excuse and leave?” He groaned when you removed him from your mouth to run your tongue along the pretty vein in his shaft—another shot taken, making you smile before kissing his length.

You giggled at his voice, shaking your head slightly before swirling your tongue around his tip. “Don’t you think it would be weird for the rest of Seventeen to be here and it so happens that both Wonwoo and ____ left?” You kissed down his length. “Wouldn’t that be suspicious? You want your fans to find out their sweet Wonwoo just couldn’t wait to fuck his girlfriend, whom they think is his best friend?”

He groaned loudly and you panicked for a second before remembering that due to the event outside, his groans were the last thing people would be able to hear.

“Don’t talk like that, I can’t handle this…” he admitted, cheeks rosy and eyes droopy, which completely shut when your mouth sucked his balls without warning—drawing yet another loud moan from your boyfriend as he shivered.

“Mmm, you’re doing so well, baby.” Your boyfriend rasped as he fought the urge to run his fingers through your hair and make a mess of your pretty hairdo. Instead, he opted for taking a photo of your sparkly eyes and hollowed cheeks sucking his balls.

“I swear every time you taste better.” The saliva pooling on your tongue made it easy to glide up from the base of his shaft to his frenulum, where it lingered in teasing flicks.

“You’re so perfect…” even during the most crude moments, Wonwoo’s lips could only slip praises and compliments.

With a smile, you take a deep breath before engulfing his length once more, trying to fit him as much as you could. You could feel tears forming while you relaxed your jaw and breath through your nose—the tip of his cock kissing your throat deliciously. Wonwoo’s hands couldn’t help but tremble, camera falling on the floor as he struggled to contain a rough groan that ripped right from his chest. If it wasn’t for the fluffy rug under, his latest artworks would’ve been lost.

The fabric of your panties suddenly became sticky at the sound of his deep moans while your head bobbed around his cock. You were sure your makeup was ruined by now, there was saliva dropping down your chin and into the palm of your hand which stroked the generous part your mouth couldn’t fit.

Upon seeing your shut eyes and feeling you gag softly, Wonwoo reminded you breath and take it slow.

“Slow down, baby.” He murmured lazily, “As much as I love fucking your mouth, I can’t have you fainting on me, my love.”

You could only whine at his words, your hips suddenly humping the air and pussy clenching, yearning to feel his big cock stretching you out and fucking you dumb. At that point you didn’t even care about your performance, let alone the last and most important award of the night.

All you wanted was to ride your boyfriend and have him fill you up until you were both in tears and too tired to move. Suddenly a knock on the door made you both freeze in place.

“Take it out!” Wonwoo whispered upon seeing you frozen, eyes wide and mouth still around his dick.

“You gotta be in makeup in 10 minutes, ____!” You heard your manager say, who spoke again after a minutes of silence. “Is everything alright?”

Your boyfriend urged you answer, but you couldn’t help but smirk. Removing yourself with a drag of your tongue that made him shiver, you then kept your tongue playing with his tip and your hands teasing his shaft and balls as you spoke.

“Yeah! Everything is great, I just needed to take care of some stuff before going out.” you heard you boyfriend choke a moan when you took half his length in your mouth again, making you giggle.

“Okay, you got 7 minutes! Don’t be late.”

“Mhm” you hummed and wonwoo’s eyes rolled to the back of hiss head at the vibrating feeling.

“I’m so close, baby…” his chest heaved, the slight cleavage of his shirt gave you a perfect view of small droplets of sweat glistening on his toned chest.

“You’re so good at that, princess.” He breathed out, your throaty contracting around his length made his shiver again. He couldn’t do much but fight the urge to grab you by the hair and chole you out like you like. “Keep going, pretty, I’m gonna cum and fill that pretty mouth of yours.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at the sounds of his voice growing deeper and hoarse. The desire to have him cum in your face clouded your brain, but that would have to wait. A particular gag of your throat was the last straw to send him over the edge.

With foggy glasses, he gripped harshly at the arms of the chair he sat on, a harsh groan leaving his throat as he released his climax in your throat. The warm feeling of his thick cum going down your throat snapped the coil in your lower tummy as you swallowed him whole with a whine.

“Take it all, princess. Look at those pretty plump lips, pretty mouth full of my cum and no one will know. Did you just cum, baby?”

With teary eyes you managed to nod, gagging once more around his softening length before removing him completely.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered while pulling you in for a kiss, only huffing when you whined about his makeup being ruined. The salty taste of his cum was still fresh on your tongue. “Thank you, pretty.”

“I can’t believe you came from sucking me off.” He laughed as you sat on his lap for a quick cuddle.

“Shut up,” you playfully hit his chest. “I feel so uncomfortable right now, I need you inside me so bad.”

“Don’t tempt me, I’m only containing myself because you told me to.”

“I know…”

“If not, I would have you folded in-“

A knock on the door interrupted you once more.

“C’mon, ______, you have 2 minutes to get to makeup!” Your manager yelled from the other side of the door as you stood up and made yourself presentable.

“Going!” You yelled, turning to your boyfriend who was now fixing his pants and making sure his boner was gone. “I’ll see you later, baby. Wait a couple of minutes after I leave.”

Wonwoo gave you a quick peck before buckling his belt. As you placed your hand on the handle you turned to him again.

“I’ll hold you to the promise of letting me ride you later, by the way.”

“I’ll do more than let you ride me, pretty.” He winked as you left, crouching down to grab his camera and look through the photos. The sight of the earlier happenings only a preview of the long night awaiting.

NEOYUNO 2025

[slvttyplum]

"that's why night after night, i'll be fucking you right."

yes, yes, it's true that nanami fucks you every day, every other day if something comes up, and that was barely once in a blue moon. this man is a fiend for the pussy.

he had stress, and he needed a stress reliever, and lucky for him, you were down for the shits and were ass up, face down, and your legs spread, one foot on the headboard kind of thing. you were an enabler when it came to him needing sex, but hell, who wouldn't be for him?

these weren't quick fucks either, no; he liked to take his time with you, liked to savor the taste, liked to look you in the face as he fucked you dumb. this was full-blown sex to the point of sweating and having him cry in it.

there was no schedule, no waiting for the clock to hit eight PM; he was pulling his dick right out.

"take them off... please?"

even when he was desperate, with his dick red and his tip leaking with cum slowly sliding down, he still couldn't be too demanding, not with you at least, which made you slide off your panties quick.

it didn't just stop with him coming up to you on the couch helping you take your clothes off; he was down with fucking you in public if he was desperate enough, and lucky you, you got him riled up in ways that couldn't be explained.

the bar bathroom, the dressing room, his car, and another public bathroom; he would do it anywhere and any day of the week, seven days a week, am i right?

that's why he didn't go on business trips, because he had to have you, had to have you in his arms, on his lap, on his mouth, and on his dick. you were an addiction to this man.

even on days when he was busy, to the point of no return and having to be nose-deep in whatever he was doing, that didn't stop him, and that made for the best sex in his personal opinion.

cockwarming came in handy, but even he couldn't handle it. the way you felt around him? no, it was too much; he had to fuck you.

"you can move; go slow." his arm around your waist as you started to move, struggling to do what it was he needed to do, and the faster you got, the more desperate he got.

bucking his hips as his hand trembled and his forehead rested on your shoulder, cursing under his breath as he threw down his pen in defeat knowing he wasn't going to get shit done, not with you moving like you were.

"just like that, baby, you're doing a good job; keep going." then boom, he cums, just to do it all over again the next day.

he can't help himself; he was never going to change, and you love him for that.

[xkittzkornerx]

Daily reminder that these are not law just because Don wants them to be/acts as if they are already. The President does not have sovereignty. He is a delusional man stuck with Elon’s hand up his ass cosplaying as dictators for the both of them. I must repeat for the millionth time that we are dealing with paper tigers.

All of this is meant to scare us shitless and make us wanna throw the towel in. Don’t fall for it. Judge after judge has denied Trump’s bills. Now, some will likely slip through, but the vast majority will be denied. I really wish the blogs spreading info on these bills would add disclaimers more often. A great portion of folks in the US has been purposely starved of education on how our government works; it’s irresponsible during such a formidable period to show there is this terrifying bill being proposed w/o any context (not a direct attack at OP). Now is not the time for defeatism or doomerism. Pessimism during this time will sign our death certificates.

Do not obey in advance.

Take days away from the headlines. Any headline you do see, instead of reading it as “this is gonna happen,” read it as “this is how Trump/Musk/Vance want it to happen.” There are a lot of people in our government who have been bought out and generally lack backbones, but it is not all of them. Drink water. Eat well when you can. Volunteer. Engulf yourself in a new hobby or in school stuff. Create zines and infographics. Go to protests. Something.

Anything but giving up.

Love y’all.

yall. yall.

new bill introduced to nulify OSHA. OSHA.

Even the goddamn magats are upset.

[sunsburns]

mutual masturbation with clark kent 🫡 (18+)

it starts slow. teasing. neither of you in any rush, just drunk on each other, taking your time.

you’re straddling him, your knees bracketing his hips, bare skin against bare skin. clark runs his hands up your thighs, his thumbs rubbing slow circles as he watches you, all wide-eyed and pink-cheeked, like he’s never seen anything more breathtaking in his entire life.

fuck, his face.

his pupils are blown, lips parted, already breathing heavier than he should be considering you’ve barely touched him yet.

and you don’t break eye contact as you reach between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

and oh. oh.

his whole body jerks.

a sharp inhale, his chest rising against yours, his brows pinching together as his jaw goes slack.

"shit—"

his voice catches, deep and needy, like he's already on the verge of falling apart.

you give him a slow stroke, just to test the waters.

his thighs tense.

his grip tightens on your hips.

his head tips back.

and yeah, you fucking love that. that moment where he loses control just for a second, his adam’s apple bobbing, his throat exposed, his muscles coiled tight like he’s holding back from bucking up into your hand.

so you do it again.

and clark’s hand—the one on your hip—twitches. like he wants to grab your wrist, slow you down, stop you from wrecking him so fast.

but he doesn’t. because he's so good for you. because he wants you to have him however you want.

and then his fingers start moving too.

you let out a sharp gasp when his hand slips between your thighs, two fingers sliding through your slick folds, not pushing in yet, just feeling how wet you are for him, stroking, teasing, spreading you open.

he groans, low and deep, a shudder wrecking through him as he tilts his forehead against yours.

"fuck, baby, you’re soaked—"

he sounds wrecked already, like the realization alone is enough to ruin him. and then his fingers—thick and warm—push inside.

you clench around them immediately, thighs tightening, breath hitching against his lips.

"oh, god, clark—"

his hips twitch at the sound of his name falling from your mouth like that, his cock throbbing in your hand.

he’s trying so hard to focus on you, on watching your expressions, on making you fall apart first—but it’s so hard when your hand keeps moving, stroking him just the way he likes, your thumb swiping over the tip, spreading the pre-cum dripping there—

his thighs tense up again, his stomach muscles going taut, and fuck, he’s shaking.

"jesus, you’re gonna make me—"

and you want that.

so you do it faster.

your hand tightens around him, matching the rhythm of his fingers, and his hips buck up helplessly, choking on a moan, his whole body trembling beneath you.

and then—

he loses it. he moans out your name.

"fuck, i—"

his forehead drops to your shoulder, his breath stuttering, fingers curling deep inside you as his hips jerk up, spilling over your hand, whimpering your name into your skin, all shaky and wrecked and so fucking beautiful.

and god, you don’t even care.

because he keeps touching you, fucking you with his fingers, kissing your throat, muttering filth and praise between breathless moans, keeping you right there on the edge until—

"c’mon, sweetheart, gimme one too—"

and then you fall, too.

your body shudders against his, thighs trembling, hips rocking desperately as pleasure crashes over you, your moan muffled against his lips.

when it’s over, you both collapse, clark’s arms wrapping around you, pulling you close, still panting against your skin like he just ran a marathon.

he presses soft kisses against your temple, your cheek, your jaw, whispering, "you’re so perfect, baby. so good to me."

[drewswife]

summary: drew brings you flowers during your miss dior photoshoot

pairings: actress!Reader x Actress!drew

warnings: fluff, paparazzi, kissing, drew being in love.

The studio hummed with the controlled chaos of a high-fashion shoot. Lights glared, reflectors shimmered, and the air crackled with the hushed energy of professionals at work. You, a rising star and the face of the new Miss Dior campaign, posed with practiced ease. The vintage-inspired gown, a cascade of soft pink and ivory, flowed around you like a dream. The photographer, a master of capturing fleeting moments, barked instructions in a clipped French accent, their eyes alight with creative fervor.

"Magnifique! Just a touch more… vulnerability," they commanded, their voice a melodic blend of French and English. You shifted your gaze, imagining a lost love, a poignant memory, and let the emotion seep into your expression. The camera clicked, freezing the moment in time.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, a gentle reminder of the world outside the studio. You ignored it, focusing on the task at hand. Another pose, another click, another carefully crafted emotion captured on film.

As the photographer called for a brief break, you finally retrieved your phone. A text from Drew: "Thinking of you. Can I bring you something?"

A soft smile touched your lips. Drew, your co-star, your confidant, and, if you were being honest with yourself, the man who held your heart captive. You typed back a quick "Surprise me," and slipped the phone back into your pocket.

The break was short, just enough for a quick touch-up and a sip of water. As you stepped back onto the set, the photographer’s assistant whispered, "You have a visitor."

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew it was Drew.

He stood at the edge of the set, a bouquet of bright yellow dandelions clutched in his hands. Not roses, not lilies, but dandelions – the simple, unassuming flowers that often went unnoticed, much like the way he’d quietly become an indispensable part of your life.

A ripple of amused laughter spread through the crew. Dandelions? For a Miss Dior photoshoot? It was hilariously out of place, yet somehow, perfectly Drew.

He walked towards you, his smile warm and genuine, a stark contrast to the carefully crafted emotions you’d been portraying for the camera.

"These reminded me of you," he said, handing you the bouquet. "Bright, cheerful, and a little bit… resilient."

You took the dandelions, their delicate heads brushing against your fingertips. "They're perfect," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

The photographer, initially amused, now seemed intrigued. "Perhaps we can incorporate them into the shoot," they suggested, their eyes sparkling with inspiration.

And so, the dandelions became a part of the Miss Dior narrative. They were woven into your hair, tucked into the folds of your gown, and scattered around the set, adding a touch of unexpected whimsy to the otherwise polished scene.

The shoot continued, but the atmosphere had shifted. It was no longer just about capturing an image; it was about capturing a moment, a connection, a feeling.

During a break, Drew pulled you aside, his eyes searching yours. "I know this is a big deal for you," he said, his voice low. "And I didn't want to disrupt anything. But I couldn't stay away."

"You didn't disrupt anything," you assured him, your fingers tracing the delicate petals of a dandelion. "You made it… real."

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest.

His lips met yours, a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss that held the promise of something more, something real.

The sound of a camera shutter broke the spell. You pulled back, your cheeks flushed, to see a swarm of paparazzi photographers snapping pictures from outside the studio windows.

"Oh, no," you groaned, the reality of the situation crashing down on you.

Drew, however, seemed unfazed. He took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Let them," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

And so, the photos of you, the face of Miss Dior, kissing Drew, the man who brought you dandelions, were splashed across every magazine and website. The headlines screamed of a blossoming romance, a love story.

The reaction was mixed. Some fans were thrilled, others were heartbroken, and some were simply confused. But one thing was certain: the photos captured a moment of pure, unadulterated joy.

taglist:@chrislilcumslvt @chrepsi @drewstarkeyzwhore

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[dorealis]

Series Title: Pound of Flesh

pt.1 pt.2 ->

Summary: Simon has always wanted something soft to call his. The problem is that he's always had issues with women. When he stumbles across a dark website that traffics people, he knows he should tell someone. But that thought goes out the window when he sees her.

Content Warning: non-con. Reader is a trafficking victim. Stockholm Syndrome. Simon is not a good man here.

Simon never claimed to be a moral man. He knows that he's fucked up. He knows that what he is doing is wrong. He is aware that if people knew about his more perverted desires, he'd be questioned to hell and back. He knows that if his new pretty lover escapes, he's going to prison. Maybe even under it.

He knows. He just doesn't care.

So when he pins the pretty young girl beneath him in their bed, he doesn't think about the consequences. He only thinks about how good her cunt feels around his cock. He likes the struggle that she puts up, the way she claws at him. She cries, wails that he's too big, to just let her go, she won't tell anyone. She doesn't know that her begging gets him off.

"Please, it hurts." She hiccups through a moan. Her eyes are glassy with tears, "You're hurting me." Her breath comes through gasps, and he only adds pressure to her throat.

"Shh," He shushes her and kisses the tears on her cheeks. They taste like salt, and under that, he can taste her blush and makeup. It's sweet that she got herself all done up for him. "Just a bit more lovie, you're okay."

He can tell that she doesn't believe him. Her kiss swollen lips wobble. Another orgasm she doesn't want but needs is crashing into her. She's screaming, voice turning hoarse. It feels good when she clings to him. The clutch of her cunt around him is euphoric. He's happy that he found her and bought her. Such a pretty thing like her was worth the trouble and the price.

She was soft and smaller than him. Her skin blemish and mark free, a blank canvas for him to cut and draw his love upon her. There are already dark bruises blooming on her chest and on various places where he's sunk his teeth into her. He watches as her eyes roll back into her skull, head flopping to the side. Her body is limp but he keeps going.

His own release is at the base of his spine. It slinks up and spreads throughout his body. His hips stuttering and a low groan escapes him. He keeps himself flushed tight up against her. He can feel his balls draw up and the release he's been looking for finally, finally, hits him.

His Lovie, his pretty young thing, lays naked against the bed. She's sweet like this, still like a statue in repose. Everything about her is lovely, and she's all his. He doesn't have much in this world, but he now has her.

He doesn't pull out right away. He enjoys the softness of her flesh. In the back of his mind, he knows that he is no better than the terrorists and traffickers that he's killed. But again, he doesn't care. He bought his Lovie fair and square. She belongs to him and him only.

Her eyes open, and she's staring at him. Brows drawn up in confusion before she sighed in resignation. "Please, I wanna go home." She whispers.

Simon only smiles and brushes his thumb against her lips.

"Lovie. You are home."

[sukbigones]

Yep, yep, yep, with my middle aged pals, their cocks always ready for my boy-pussy and mouth, my tongue ecstatically lapping and licking each scrotum before licking up each shaft, collecting the precum that has been leaking out of each piss slit before taking the mushroom cockhead and giving each a good suck to extract more precum... going around the room, my boy-pussy is spread by the many hands, showing my bejeweled large dildo, readying me for all their average 9-inch in length, thick cocks, all stateside usually cut, no foreskin to play with, just focusing on sucking each cock, making oral love to each before deepthroating and sucking with such hunger, the creamy loads are released in my mouth, completing round one - sucking, cum collecting, and swallowing... round 2 is taken on the large sofa, by the fireplace, the heat causing us to sweat, using it and spit to impale me in each cock before DPing... thrown over the back of the sofa, my cheeks spread to remove the bejeweled dildo, tongues lapping my open sphincter, open wide for my pink insides to be spat on and fingered, giving time for each cock to harden again, precum already visible as my fingers spread it all over the mushroom cockheads, readying them for my impaling... I move my hungry ass to each cock, impaling myself by first strongly squeezing each cock shaft, hardening each even more before the head disappeared in one lunge deep into my boy-pussy... the pounding I received from each was ecstatically welcomed, my hole gobbling each cock as each pistoned me, still continuing to do so even after dumping the 2nd cum load deep in my hole, much of each load sloshing out by the next cock, the last one's load landing in my mouth, savored, and swallowed, again...

Business meetings around here…

[sevsbunny]

can you do sevika x bimbo reader!!!!

literally thinking how easy you’d be around her omg

and you know she looooves easy

you are smart, creative and you do have some wits about you

but you usually just think with your pussy when it comes to hot women, sevika was no exception to that

you decided to ‘dumb’ it up a little more around her, asking what kind of cards she uses and how she plays the game, how she knows she’s gonna win and what kind of whiskey she likes

she loves having her arm draped around the back of your chair as your giggling and twirling your hair, cutely ‘flirting’ with the people in front of you while her metal hand is gripping yourself thigh under your skirt

speaking of clothes…

she loves picking out what you’re gonna wear

“put on that slutty little pink skirt you own, no underwear. got it?” and you giggle before taking a quick pic of your outfit and sending it to her before she comes to pick you up

thinking of how dumbed out you get when she’s fucking you on her cock

god her hands gripping and pulling your body and hips back onto her entire cock, feeling how deep she is inside of you

and she loooove hovering over you. it makes you feel so much smaller and she loves the whines and moans you make when you look up at her

“only thinking with that pretty pussy of yours, huh?” you nod dumbly, not a single coherent thought running in your mind

“that’s right baby, feel so good wrapped around my cock.” she moans and grunts, gripping your face with her pointer and middle finger and thumb gripping your face — squeezing your cheeks

“not a single thought behind those pretty little eyes. just a dripping pussy begging to be filled with my load.” she snaps her hips roughly into yours as you feel her throb inside of you, a moan escaping past your squished lips

“please, please i’m close,” you groan and her eyes light up, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“gonna cum on daddy’s cock already?” you moan as you nod again. “so fucking easy.”

[inseobts]

Truth or Dare Chaos

one piece surprise character x fem!reader

everyone decide to play a truth or dare game to end the celebration in a good mood, but if someone uses the chance to actually confess to you?

words count: 2.2k

tags: post-wano celebration, humor, fluff, unexpected confession

masterlist || ko-fi

The Wano celebration is in full swing, a festival of victory and relief. Lanterns glow in the night sky, laughter echoes through the streets, and sake flows like a river. After years of struggle, the alliance between the Straw Hats, Heart Pirates, Kid Pirates, and even the samurai, finally freed them.

But while the streets are alive with music and dancing, a much rowdier event unfolds inside one of the large banquet halls.

“Truth or dare!” Luffy declares, slamming a cup onto the floor with a grin.

You blink “Seriously?”

“Seriously!” Usopp chimes in, waving his hands “Come on, y/n, we just saved the world! Time for some real challenges!”

Zoro scoffs from his seat, already drinking “This is dumb.”

“Oh?” Nami smirks “Too scared, swordsman?”

Zoro’s eye twitches “Tch. Fine, whatever.”

Kid folds his arms, eyeing the growing group with suspicion “This is a waste of time”

“Sounds like someone’s scared” Law mutters, sipping his drink.

Kid glares “Shut the hell up, Trafalgar!”

Soon, the game is in full swing, pirates of all kinds gathered in a messy circle, some sitting on the floor, others lounging on cushions. The sake-fueled dares begin lightheartedly—Franky dances in his underwear, Usopp has to mimic Kaido’s laugh (horribly), and Robin sweetly forces Brook to write a love poem about his own skull.

Then, the dares escalate.

“Zoro, I dare you to wear lipstick” Nami announces with a wicked grin.

Everyone turns to the swordsman. His scowl deepens “No.”

“You have to” Luffy says through a mouthful of meat.

“Like hell I do—”

Before Zoro can react, Sanji appears at his side, a bright red lipstick in hand “Hold still, Marimo~”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The room bursts into chaos as Zoro dodges, but in the end, Nami’s iron grip on his wallet forces him to comply. The result? A grumpy, lipstick-wearing swordsman with crossed arms and a murderous aura.

“Beautiful” you tease, and he glares daggers at you.

More dares roll in—Kid has to admit that Luffy is stronger than him (his soul nearly leaves his body), Law has to wear one of Chopper’s hats, and Yamato is dared to chug a whole bottle of sake.

Then it’s your turn.

“Alright, y/n,” Usopp announces dramatically “Truth or dare?”

You glance around. Everyone is waiting “…Dare.”

A slow, mischievous grin spreads on Nami’s face “I dare you to let someone kiss you. On the lips.”

The room erupts.

“Oi, Nami, that’s dirty!” Sanji wails, clutching his chest.

“Ahhh, spicy!” Brook cackles “Can I volunteer? Oh wait, I have no lips—”

“Wait, wait, wait” you laugh from embarassment, waving your hands. “From anyone?”

“Yep,” Nami smirks “Whoever volunteers first.”

For a second, there’s silence. A thick tension. You glance around, half-expecting Sanji to throw himself at you dramatically, but surprisingly… he doesn’t.

Then—

“I’ll do it.”

Your breath catches.

All eyes turn to the source.

It’s Law.

The normally composed, ever-serious Heart Pirates captain sits with one arm resting lazily on his knee, eyes locked on yours. There’s no joke in his voice, no teasing smirk. Just a steady, unreadable expression.

The room collectively loses its mind.

“WHAT?!”

“L-LAW?!?”

“HOLY SHIT—”

Even Kid nearly chokes on his drink.

Law, unfazed by the chaos, only tilts his head “Well?”

Your heart hammers. Of all people, you hadn’t expected him to step forward.

You swallow “You’re serious?”

He shrugs “A dare’s a dare.”

The whole room leans in. You feel heat rising to your face, but hell, backing down now would be worse. You steel yourself and lean in.

The second your lips touch, the room explodes.

Cheers, screams, laughter—someone (probably Luffy) howls like a wolf. The kiss itself is brief, but the warmth lingers as you pull away, your heart pounding.

You look at Law. He smirks ever so slightly.

“Not bad” he murmurs.

“Shut up” you mutter, flustered.

“You bastard” Kid mutters, shoving Law’s shoulder with enough force to make a lesser man topple “That was bold.”

Law just smirks, sipping his sake like he didn’t just send your heart into orbit “It was a dare.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure it was” Usopp snickers, elbowing you “But damn, y/n, you look like you’re about to explode.”

You are. Heat still lingers on your lips, and your brain refuses to function properly. You risk a glance at Law—he’s still sitting so casually, but there’s something in his eyes, something smug.

This bastard knew what he was doing.

Before you can retaliate, Luffy claps his hands “Next turn!”

The game resumes, but the energy is wild. Everyone is still high off the chaos.

“Sanji!” Luffy grins “Truth or dare?”

Sanji takes a deep breath, regaining some composure after witnessing you get kissed by Law of all people “Truth.”

Nami smirks “Have you ever had a REAL crush on anyone in this room?”

Sanji sputters “T-THAT’S NOT FAIR!”

“It absolutely is” Zoro snickers.

The cook dramatically throws himself back “Of course, my heart belongs to all the ladies in this room! But if you must know—” His gaze flickers to you for a split second before he recovers “I will take my secret to the grave!”

“BOOO!” Chopper shouts.

Brook chuckles “Very suspicious, Sanji.”

“Shut up” he grumbles, lighting a cigarette.

More rounds go by. Kid is dared to eat something spicy as hell (he nearly breathes fire), Yamato has to arm wrestle Franky (Yamato wins), and Luffy is dared to wear one of Zoro’s haramaki belts as a headband.

Then, the dares start getting worse.

“Zoro” Usopp grins evilly “I dare you to sit in Sanji’s lap for the next three turns.”

Silence.

Zoro’s face darkens instantly “I’d rather die.”

Sanji, on the other hand, shrieks “YOU THINK I WANT THAT MARIMO’S HEAVY ASS ON ME?!”

Luffy laughs so hard he falls backward “It’s a dare, Zoro! No backing out!”

Zoro glares at Usopp like he’s contemplating murder, but the sniper just grins “C’mon, ‘King of Hell,’ prove you’re not a coward.”

“Tch” Zoro grits his teeth and stomps over to Sanji, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this” Zoro mutters before dropping into Sanji’s lap with a thud.

“GAH!” Sanji nearly topples backward “I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU BREAK MY LEGS—”

The whole room is screaming with laughter.

Even Law, usually so composed, hides a smirk behind his sake cup.

The game spirals further into madness. Luffy is dared to drink an entire bottle of sake in one go (bad idea), Bepo has to carry Kid bridal-style for a full minute (worse idea), and someone forces Jinbei to do an impression of Buggy the Clown (best idea).

Then—

“Alright, y/n” Nami turns to you again, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Truth or dare?”

You exhale. After what happened last time, you should pick truth. But your pride won’t let you.

“Dare” you say.

Nami grins “I dare you to sit in Law’s lap for the next three turns.”

The entire room erupts again.

You choke “WHAT?!”

Law raises an eyebrow, but there’s something dangerous in his smirk. “That’s fair” he says simply.

Fair, my ass.

“You could refuse, y/n” Robin offers sweetly “but then you’d have to do a punishment dare instead.”

You gulp. You’ve seen the punishment dares tonight. (Brook had to strip. You are NOT about to risk that.)

With a deep breath, you shuffle toward Law “I hate this game” you mutter.

Law leans back, waiting. The absolute smugness on his face makes you want to throw him out the window.

Cursing every deity, you sit on his lap.

Law’s arms rest casually around your waist, like it’s nothing. “Comfortable?” he murmurs, just for you to hear.

You refuse to give him a reaction “Shut up.”

The game barely continues because everyone is losing their damn minds over this. Sanji looks like he’s about to burst into flames, Usopp keeps making dramatic gagging noises, and Kid just straight-up leaves the room.

“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

But Law? Law is unfazed. In fact, he seems to be enjoying your suffering.

You sit there, face burning, waiting for the turns to pass.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Alright, I’M DONE!” You jump up, escaping Law’s grasp. He chuckles, stretching like he hadn’t just driven you insane for the last few minutes.

You glare at Nami “You’re evil...”

“I know” She winks.

The game finally begins to wind down as people start passing out from too much sake. Luffy snores on the floor, Zoro is sprawled in a corner (still wearing lipstick), and Usopp keeps muttering, “Too much romance… my heart can’t take it…”

You sigh in exhaustion “Finally.”

Then—

“y/n”

Your breath stills.

You turn. Law stands there, hands in his pockets, golden eyes locked on you. The teasing smirk from before is gone.

He takes a step closer “Can we talk?”

Your stomach flips “…About what?”

Law tilts his head slightly, eyes scanning your face “You know what.”

Oh...

Oh!

Your heartbeat quickens. The room suddenly feels too small.

The game is over, but something else is about to begin.

Your heart pounds as you swallow “Uh… sure.”

Law doesn’t hesitate, he jerks his head toward the door, and you follow him out into the cool Wano night. The festival outside is still alive, but compared to the madness inside, the quiet hum of distant music feels strangely… intimate.

You cross your arms, trying to act casual “So… what did you wanna talk about?”

Law stops near a wooden railing, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He watches you for a moment, his eyes flickering in the lantern light. Then, he sighs.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Your brow furrows “Get what?”

Another pause. Then—

“That kiss wasn’t just a dare... to me.”

Your breath catches.

You blink, your brain scrambling “Wait… what?”

Law exhales through his nose, looking almost annoyed. Like he can’t believe he has to spell it out “Seriously?” He gives you a pointed look “You really think I’d kiss you just for fun?”

You’re stunned into silence.

Because yes, that’s exactly what you’d thought. Law was always the logical one, the one who didn’t waste time on nonsense. You’d assumed he did it just to shut everyone up.

But now, as he stares at you with that unreadable expression, your mind rewinds—

The way he volunteered so quickly. The way his smirk was so sure. The way he didn’t flinch when you sat in his lap, like it was something he’d already imagined.

“…Oh.”

Law scoffs “Oh.” He shakes his head “Unbelievable.”

You open your mouth, then close it. What do you say to that? Your heart is racing, your stomach flipping, and now the man you just kissed is standing here, practically admitting—

“You’re really bad at picking up signals” Law mutters, rubbing his temple.

You gape at him “Well, sorry for not assuming one of the most wanted men in the world has a thing for me!”

Law chuckles, low and amused “You think I care about that?”

You stare at him “…Do you?”

His expression softens, just slightly “Not when it comes to you.”

Oh... Oh!

Your heart does a whole circus act. You suddenly feel too warm, despite the night air.

“You…” You take a breath “So you—”

“I like you, y/n.”

Your world tilts.

The words are so direct, so Law, that you can’t even doubt them. He’s looking at you with that sharp, unwavering gaze, like he’s already dissected every possible outcome and decided this is the one that matters.

You can’t breathe.

“…Since when?” you whisper.

Law shrugs, looking away for the first time “A while” then, quieter, “Long enough.”

You swear your heart might explode.

A gust of wind brushes past, rustling your hair. You barely register it. Because Law just confessed to you, and you’re standing here like an idiot, trying to reboot your entire existence.

But then, slowly (so slowly) a smile creeps onto your face.

“Guess I’m the idiot, huh?”

Law huffs a quiet laugh “You said it, not me.”

You roll your eyes, stepping closer “You could’ve just told me, you know.”

His lips twitch “Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head, unable to stop smiling. This stupid, stubborn, brilliant man.

Without thinking too much, you reach out and grab the front of his coat, tugging him down slightly. His eyes widen, just for a second, before you lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Law goes completely still.

When you pull back, you raise an eyebrow “That one wasn’t a dare.”

Something in Law’s gaze flickers. Then, very quietly—

“Good.”

And before you can react, he tilts your chin up and kisses you for real.

It’s not like the kiss from before. That one was brief teasing, this one is deliberate. It’s firm and slow, like he’s making up for every second he’s held back. His hand settles on your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off him.

You barely have time to process anything before he pulls away, lips just barely brushing yours as he murmurs...

“That one wasn’t a dare either.”

You laugh breathlessly “No kidding.”

Law smirks “Took you long enough.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop smiling “Shut up.”

And maybe, just maybe, this victory celebration turned out way better than you expected.

[moopsoup]

nerd!gojo loves coming home to you after a long study sesh. he loves how easy it is to just sink into you, his back against your chest, legs spread wide as your hand works his cock, slow and teasing. his head tilts back against your shoulder, breath shaky, body melting under your touch. “f-fuck…feels so good” he exhales, voice all soft and wrecked, hips twitching up like he’s chasing more.

you hum, lips brushing against his. you love the little whimper he lets out when you slowly squeeze around the tip before spreading his mess back down his length. “just like that” his fingers clutch at your thigh, grip weak, like he’s trying to ground himself, but he’s shivering through every slow stroke.

his moan breaks when he cums, cock pulsing in your fist, spilling hot over your fingers as his whole body trembles. he’s still catching his breath when he turns his head, pressing a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips, smiling against them

slut.

[beans-core]

tysm for continuing on the yap sesh, much appreciated, immaculate vibes here

LOVE your AU idea. Just… an AU where the bats have to go full undercover agent to stop Ras from paywalling the Pit— it’s a situation where there is evil to be stopped, sure, but it’s also a situation where Bruce Wayne’s name becomes more feared to the opposition than Batman’s. Billionaire vs Billionaire. Old money vs New Money (not actually true considering Ra’s has had centuries to accumulate wealth, but he prob made a fake identity, so the public thinks so). Bruce, as an abhorrently wealthy person himself, struggling constantly with his hero complex and wish to defeat not just criminals of the legal system but criminals of society and humanity. Which includes a lot of shitty/unjust rich people. Then, Ra’s fucks around, so Bruce goes hmm and decides to take out his anger about the issue on this one especially evil rich guy and his organization as Bruce Wayne instead of Batman. Continuing to spread the message that the Waynes do not fucking approve of criminal/inhumane bullshit even if you’ve got tons of money. YES.

And that's not even mentioning the absolutely awesome part of the bats getting to creep around and fight baddies like super spies. They all get wacky somehow-functional disguises. Tim deciding to make some spy-movie-esq. gadgets for everyone. Dick amping up the atmosphere by being extra with his fighting style, like incorporating a bunch of completely unnecessary complex flips. The kids bickering about who they think would be the main character in the hypothetical Bats spy movie. I love every single bit of it!! Aaah!!!

Honestly I’m so down to write it, and if I ever get the motivation, I just might… Ra’s’ takeover as a prologue, bats spy AU after it, what’s not to love? (If I do end up writing it, I’ll tag you for permission/credit ofc!)

Ra’s going “lmao don’t believe me? sure alright. Get Baja dunked, fuckhead” is amazing. I can picture it so clearly it’s great. He’d probably do it in front of an audience, so dunking only one person spreads the idea/message wider without actually having to heal more people. Could you imagine: present day, it’s some sort of revered ceremony, ornate and elaborate, that people who are looking for something to believe in attend to see if it’s all true. However, the first few hundred of Ra’s’ followers know that these ‘ceremonies’ used to consist of some beaten-up and kidnapped non-believer in the seat of a carnival dunk tank (with all the stereotypical music and decor of course), Ra’s giving a sharp, all-teeth smile as he throws a knife to activate the trapdoor lever-thing for extra flair, no sweet-talking needed— most of those early followers stuck around because Ra’s’ crazy matched their crazy. And yeah, if anyone would know how to run a cult with a terrifying level of efficiency, it’d be Ra’s. He’d work them like they applied for a 9-5 job.

The initiation idea is actually dope as fuck too. When you first join and pledge your allegiance, maybe you get a sip of the Blessed Baja. Work your way up the line, and you get more access to the Lazarus Pit. The more of your life you dedicate to the cause, the more life Lazarus’ Pit will give back to you. Or something.

Jason: It’s your spleen! You lost an ORGAN Tim, you should have told us!

Tim: So? You don’t have your tonsils, that’s an organ!

Dick: That’s not the same and you kn-

Jason: Jokes on you, my tonsils grew back in the Lazarus Pit so your argument doesn’t even make sense!

Dick, now fully turned toward Jason: Your tonsils did WHAT

[seosracha]

⸻ SOUVENIR (preview)

SYNOPSIS ⸻ getting into your dream school, far away from the place you are forced to call home, in a romantic place like Paris has always been your dream. Even more dreamy is your fathers best friend, Park Jonseong, who just so happens to be a well-off lawyer in the heart of France.

PAIRING ⸻ dads bestfriend!jay x fem!reader

GENRE ⸻ strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

TAGS ⸻ power imbalance, age gap (reader is 20, jay is 38), daddy issues, both don't have a mother, lawyer!jay :D, descriptions of France that might be incorrect (sorry), more tba.

WC ⸻ currently 5k, est 15-20k

PLAYLIST ⸻ souvenir by selena gomez, je me souviens de tout by tayc, 100 by dean blunt, sad girl by lana del rey

NOTE ⸻ all updates regarding this fic will be published under its tag. i want to make it worth the wait so it probably wont be published this month, or the next. But i PROMISEE ill try to get it out as soon as possible. ill leave u with this for now;)

It’s Sunday. And you're fucking stressed.

The week that led up to the beginning of the semester had been fun enough to make you second guess going to school all together. Seeing the picture perfect city with your own two eyes was a blessing you never expected to experience.

You’re on his couch, flipping through one of the aged books that could be found on his shelf.

French. Complicated. Too serious. But at least you could pretend you understand, or even care for the piece of literature.

Jay sits at the kitchen counter, typing away at his laptop. And honestly, he doesn't know why. Just five steps away is his office, perfectly designed to accommodate all his needs. Yet he chooses the hard, uncomfortable stool at the kitchen island.

“Jay-” you start, eyes still on the book that has caused you to become more bored than you were before opening it “What kind of lawyer are you? Like, what do actually do” your voice is casual, as you steal a glance at him.

He fixes his glasses but doesn't look away. “Corporate” it’s fast, and automatic, almost like he’s heard the question millions of times in his life. Probably because he has.

“Boring” you comment, expecting something more scandalous.

“Pays the bills. That’s enough” his voice is even.

You turn on your side, stretching out your legs. He watches. He watches you, comfortable in his space. Almost too comfortable.

“Sorry to disappoint” he adds, putting his focus back on the unanswered mails in his inbox. But he knows you’re right there, and it bothers him. Not in a bad way- and that feels oddly unsettling.

“Have you never considered something dirtier? Riskier?” you muse, tilting your head.

It was just curiosity. You weren't doing it on purpose.

Were you?

“Dirtier?” he mutters to himself, before glancing away one more time “I don’t take risks. It’s idiotic” the explanation is accompanied by his firm tone.

“Never?” his eyes gloss over the work he hasn't finished yet. He still closes his laptop though. Jay walks over to the couch, sitting down close to you, but not too close.

A hum of disagreement slips past his lips “Never” he leans back on the couch, exhaling deeply as he looks at the time.

“I think you like control too much” you know that you shouldn’t comment on his decisions or life, but it comes naturally as you can’t stop the words from coming out.

He chuckles, looking over at you, watching the way your body spreads out on the brown leather couch “And I think you talk too much”

Still, something inside him tenses. Jay knows you’re right, but at the same time, it pisses him off because- you have no idea.

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you set down the book on his coffee table. Jacques Prévert. Opened right on the poem he knows by heart.

‘Bête comme les regrets, tendre comme le souvenir’ - Foolish as regrets, tender as memory. Jay always liked the line. More than the poem itself, actually. When he first read it, he didn't quite understand. He still doesn't, not when he never experienced that fragile love, beautiful as day and cold as marble.

His father had given him the book right before he moved out. Jay never really comes back to it- written in French, by a French author, it still reeks of the life he desires to forget. The life that he hasn't lived for the past 20 years- yet it always comes back to him in the most unexpected moments.

“You’re just like all of my dads old friends, I swear” It's playful, harmless. But Jay stills at the jab, his gaze freezing on you.

“Old?” he raises an eyebrow, and there's a smirk that tugs at the corner of your lips.

“Older” you correct, too deliberately.

It’s almost like you're mocking him, testing his ignorance. It’s like you want to see if he’ll correct you. He doesn't.

He knows you're not the stubborn kid his friend used to complain about. But he also knows how much older he’s gotten since then. It seems to terrify Jay, the fact that it doesn't stop him, not at all.

Jay knows he’s the one who brought you here, and maybe he could blame it on the slip of his tongue, or perhaps the need to fulfil an obligation towards his friend, but that wouldn’t be necessarily true.

He sullied his life with his own hands, and he knew how much harder it was only going to get to not dirty yours too.