#like ‘oh this idea was so sexy of me’

[valleydolli]

౨ৎ The Wolf of Wall Street ౨ৎ

Summary: You have it all. Birkins, Louboutins, Chanel, you name it, you’ve got it! You're probably the luckiest girl in the world. You fly first class, have a personal driver, a personal chef, a private jet. There isn't anything in this world that you don't have. All thanks to your crook husband. The Wolf of Wall Street.

CW: Minors DNI, Smut, Reader and Sukuna refer to themselves as “Daddy and Mommy” (It’s in the film.) Obviously this fic is inspired by the wolf of wall street movie!

WC:3.4k

Authors Note: erm errr hi, i hope i did well for the ones that were excited for this but if i didn’t you can slap me. please.

It’s as if the lights in the club only shone upon you once you walked in: your Hervé Legér dress and your Louboutins to match. You’re drop-dead gorgeous. A renowned supermodel. Everyone wants to either be you or be with you. 

No in between. 

You’ve arrived at the club hosting your after-party for one of your modelling shows, and of course, all eyes are on you. You were the star of the show. The muse. From across the room, your friend notices a particular man staring holes into you. “Oh my God, look up there. Don’t be obvious,” she points out. “He wants you, mhm. You think he’ll come over?” She questions. 

You flip your hair, looking over at where she’s pointing to and tilt your head in confusion. “Who is he?” You ask, sipping your drink, staring back at him. 

Your friend's head nearly snaps off her neck. “You don't know him? Sukuna? Sukuna Ryomen?” Your friend is practically frantic. You roll your eyes at her. “Well, obviously, if I did, I would overreact just as much as you.”

“He’s like a reallly stinkin’ rich playboy,” she slurs. He’s… okay— No, you’re lying to yourself, this guy is insanely attractive, holy shi– oh my god, he’s walking over. “He’s walking over!” Your friend yells, causing you to choke slightly on your drink. You turn your back on him as if you didn’t see him make it clear to you that he was making his way to you. 

You let the bartender know you need another shot, and as you go to pay for it, a large hand with a black card stuffed between his fingers creeps its way in before you. You turn to see this “Sukuna Ryōmen” up close and personal. He really is a sight for sore eyes. You fully turn your body facing this handsome playboy, waiting for him to start the conversation. 

“You are gorgeous,” Sukuna says as he takes your manicured hand and places a kiss on top of it. A grin forms on your glossy lips.

“You wanna tell me something I don’t know?” He chuckles. He likes your confidence. He leans into your ear and whispers to you. “I have a Maserati waiting outside. How about I take you out for a ride, hmm?” 

“I think I like that idea.” 

You really liked that idea. 

“Mmm fuck,” you whimper into Sukunas ear as you ride him in said Maserati. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as you take his 9 inch dick in and out of your pussy. You’ve been riding him for an hour now, and it is very clear that you're already addicted. 

“You’re doing so good, baby, hmm? You have me, I'm all yours.” He moans while gripping your waist. It’s as if you’re both scared the other is going to slip away. 

“Ride me faster, gorgeous.” You oblige instantly, quicken your pace. Your thighs are burning so good. You don’t want to stop. “P-please S’kuna. It’s so go— od. It’s so good,” you sob. His dick is hitting all the right places, constantly. 

You feel your stomach tighten. You’re going to cum for the third—no fourth time? You really can’t remember.

There’s already a thick messy ring of your cum around the base of him from the other nth amount of times the two of you came. He’s definitely going to need to get his slacks dry cleaned after this.

“I’m cumming.” You say dazedly. 

“Look at me. Look at me when you cum.” Sukuna demands, as he grabs your cheeks, forcing you to stare at him. You’re a mess but you make it look so fucking sexy. 

He starts to plough his hips into you. Roughly. The sound of your ass slapping onto his thick thighs was like a symphony. 

“Yeahhhh, cum with me baby, with me, just me.” He begs. And you deliver, you both cum, groaning into each other's mouths and looking into each other’s eyes. 

Shit. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” He asks you as he catches his breath. 

“Mhm, why?”

“I wanna take you out. Properly.”

He places wet kisses on your chest while waiting for you to say yes. He knows you’ll say yes, so there isn’t a worry in his mind. 

“Okay, you can take me on a date. But I have extremely high expectations, Sukuna.”

“I’d expect nothing less from you. You deserve it.”

—

Sukuna takes you to a Michelin-star restaurant the very next day. Paparazzi outside snapping pictures of you opening the Hermes bag he bought you, after only meeting you twice.

He’s already hooked.

It was all over the magazines within the week. You were becoming some sort of it couple. He took you to parties, you were in his “business meetings,” you were his arm candy, and he was… your ATM. Your ATM, which you were slowly falling for. Though you were starting to wonder how much money your ATM Sukuna had. He was reckless with his money. Not a care in the world. As if it were an endless stream of money. He can’t just be some playboy leeching off his daddy’s money, no way. 

After three months of the two of you dating, he takes you to the South of France, proposing to you. It was a dream. The hot sun gleaming on your skin. A small choir singing ‘Young and Beautiful’ while you walk towards him, waiting for you with a gorgeous rock made specifically for you. The perfect cut, the perfect size. He really thought about this.

About you. 

The wedding was perfect too, he spent months planning it to your standard of course. It was something out of a fairytale. He honestly didn’t care about what he wanted. Just what you, his princess, his duchess, wanted. He was your fairy Godfather. Your prince charming. Your duke. For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. Till death do you part.

—

“Keep your eyes shut baby don’t be nosey.”

Sukuna is about to show you your wedding present… well one of your many wedding presents. You carefully tread in your wedge heels, trusting in your newly wedded husband to guide you to whatever other present he has bought for you. You can hear seagulls flying around you. The smell of the salty sea. What the fuck did he get you? The damn beach?

“Okay… are you ready?”

“Yes, oh my god, you’re edging the fuck out of me right now Kuna.” You’re gently hopping up and down waiting for him to take his hands away from your eyes.

He can feel the apples of your cheeks from how giddy you are. He will die spending his money on you.

Gladly.

“Imma do a count down.”

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…” He quickly removes his hands from your eyes, waiting for your reaction. You’re speechless. You take many looks between Sukuna and the fucking yacht sitting in front of you right now. With your name on it?!

“Are you for real…?”

“You got me a… fucking yacht? With my name on it?! Oh my God!” You jump into Sukuna’s arms, leaving lipstick marks all over his face.

“Come on, duchess. Let me show you around.”

You cruised the mediterranean sea for two weeks before coming back to your new home, on the upper east side.

—

It took a while for Sukuna to admit to you where his money was really coming from. Honestly, he was shocked you didn’t know who he was. Everyone knew who he was. 

“So, what did you think I did for a living?” 

“My friend said you were some rich playboy. Thought it was all daddy’s money to be honest,” You admit. 

“Da-Daddy’s money?! Are you kidding me? I have an amazing business going!”

“Amazing business my ass, Kuna you’re a crook.”

“No, baby, stop calling me a crook. You don’t get it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I call you a scammer? A con artist? a fucking swindler?!” 

Sukuna grabs onto your face, pursing your lips. “I work as a businessman, just say… I’m a businessman. Okay?” 

“You’re a businessman.”

“Good girl!” He places a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Mmphh get off!”

You obviously weren’t the happiest lady finding out about your husband’s true profession, but once he handed you a Himalaya Birkin bag, you couldn’t give a single fuck, what your husband’s job was. 

He was a crook, and you didn’t mind one bit. 

You have it all. Birkins, Louboutins, Chanel, you name it, you’ve got it! You're probably the luckiest girl in the world. You fly first class, have a personal driver, a personal chef, a private jet. There isn't anything in this world that you don't have.

All thanks to your crook husband.

The Wolf of Wall Street.

Sukuna Ryōmen. 

—

It’s been three years since you married Sukuna. You now have the most beautiful, sweetest little girl. Your life is perfect. Up until the past few weeks… Sukuna has been… misbehaving. So much so that the FBI has been on his ass. And he’s acting as if he’s got nothing to worry about. He has everything to worry about. You can’t lose this life of luxury, no way. Yes, the life you had before was luxurious, but it’s nowhere near on par with what you have now. Like, who’s going to hire a crook's wife, this shit cannot go public.

You’re holding a cold glass of water in your hands. Your husband is sleeping peacefully in your shared bed. Snoring like a damn pig.

Fucking imbecile. 

You chuck the cold water in his face. He instantly wakes up, acting as if he’s being drowned. Shooting up, see you standing at his side with a not-so-happy expression. 

“Baby, what the fuck?!” He yells, “What was that for?!”

“Sukuna, I have had it up to here with you. I love you, I do,  but I really love the flow of money we have, and if we lose it, and you go to prison, you’ll lose me too, I’m sorry. I can’t be a prison wife, look at me!”

“Oh, so you’re using me for money? I should have known I couldn’t trust you! All you do is swipe my fucking black card, for shoes and clothes you don’t fucking need.”

“TRUST? SUKUNA, YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE A DAMN CROOK UNTIL A YEAR INTO OUR DAMN MARRIAGE! AND I DO FUCKING NEED THEM THANK YOU!”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN, BUT YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO THINK ON YOUR OWN. A DUMB MODEL WITH NO DAMN BRAIN!”

You gasp dramatically, throwing the rest of the water at him, walking out of your room, leaving him to scream at nothing. 

“YOU KNOW BABY, YOU'VE REALLY GOT ANGER ISSUES, MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO TO THERAPY AND WORK ON THAT YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH.”

You storm back to him with another full glass of water ready to be poured. You’re not playing around, so he better watch his mouth. And choose his next few words carefully.

“FUCK YOU!”

“Don't you dare, throw that at me. Don’t you fucking dare. Come here, give me a kiss, sugar, you look so beautiful right now.” He puckers his lips, hoping that you’ll do the same. 

“Apologise. NOW.”

He wipes his hands across his face, stretching the skin around his eyes, “Okay, okay, okay, baby, I’m sorry. I am sorry.” He throws his hands up in the air, surrendering to you. “It’s been tough, I’ll be honest, but I’m fixing it. I promise you I’m working on it and it’s under control. So, I don’t need a woman that doesn’t know anything about business, IN MY GODDAMN EAR COMPLAINING.”

Yes, the rest of the water was thrown at your husband, including a broken glass, scattered across the floor. You haven’t slept in the same bed as him since. Of course, he’s been sleeping on the sofa. Do you have guest bedrooms? Yes, plenty, but why the fuck would you let him sleep in them. He tried to, but not only did you lock the doors, you hid all the duvets from him, leaving a little blanket for him in the living room.

He’s lucky it’s the summer right now.

He tries to start conversations with you, but it never really works unless he uses your daughter as a scapegoat.

“Look, it's Mommy. Say hi, mommy.” Sukuna tells your baby girl, picking up her hand, waving it for her. He’s walking into your dressing room holding your baby. You see her tiny hands make grabbing gestures through the mirror, telling you she wants you to carry her. You take her from Sukuna’s arms, kissing her cheek, causing the baby girl to show her gummy smile. While Sukuna is awkwardly standing next to the two of you. 

“What?” You bluntly ask. 

“Can daddy get a kiss too?”

You look him up and down before walking to your daughter's room to place her in her crib. Purposely swaying your hips from side to side, with your pathetic husband trailing behind you, of course. 

“Please?”

You shut the door, placing your hand on your husband's chest, pushing him back into your dressing room. Sitting on your vanity chair, you turn to him, “No, daddy can’t get a kiss, cause he’s been a very, very bad boy, right?” You tilt your head, pulling a pouty face. A pouty face he would personally die for.

Sukuna drops to his knees, picking up your smooth leg, kissing up from the tip of your toes to your thigh before you stop him, grabbing his jaw, whispering against his lips. “I don’t think Daddy should touch Mommy for a very, very long time. And d’you wanna know something else, daddy?”

“What?” He whimpers. 

“Mommy is so sick and tired of wearing panties.” You slowly open your legs slightly, showing Sukuna the surprise under your dress. He gulps nervously, eyeing your bare cunt. “In fact, I threw them allll in the trash.”

“God…”

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” 

He shakes his head, telling you he’s fine, but his body is on fire right now. 

“Nothin’, mommy…” He’s practically drooling onto your thighs. God, you’re amazing. “But, can daddy just have… one touch, please? Just one?” He slowly moves his head closer to your pussy, but you snap your legs shut on his head.

“Umph!”

“I said no touching.”

“God, baby, this is enough to get me off.” You hear him mumble.

“Ugh,” You open your legs, pushing him off you. You're going out with your girlfriends, so he needs to back off. You are still very much so, not over your argument from two weeks ago.

You shove your French-tipped toes into your heels, walking towards the front door. “I’m going out.” 

Sukuna looks you up and down, You’re wearing the skimpiest outfit known to mankind. “Y-you’re um… going out like that?”

You raise a brow.  

“Is that a problem?” 

“Baby…” he places both hands on your arms, gently stroking them. “Baby, of course it’s a problem. You’re practically naked. You want me to go to prison for murder?”

“You're about to go to prison for fraud, Sukuna.” You throw his arms off your body, attempting to slam the front door in his face, but of course, he catches it before you can. 

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You wave.

—

Sukuna misses you. He misses his wife. He misses the breakfast you would make him before ”work.” He misses your kisses. The way your pussy would suck in his cock— sorry. He even misses when you yell at him. At least you were talking… in some way. He needs to fix his work troubles; each year, it’s become more and more difficult. But this year they’ve been on his ass more than usual. He feels as though it might be the end of the life he’s been living. 

Goodbye luxury, hello poverty!

Shit.

The next morning, he sends your daughter off with your mother so he can spend some time with you. 

Only you (:p)

You’re asleep right now, so you might go crazy if you find your daughter, not sleeping in her cot, but obviously, he’ll explain. He got his assistant to go on an early shopping run, buying many, many presents for you, you know, money talks. He’s made you breakfast, not the personal chef you guys have, him. Crazy right? Even a path of roses from your bed to the kitchen. He’s gone all out for you. Now he’s just got to wait for you to wake up… or he could just wake you up himself.

He walks into your room, and you’re wide awake. Your head slowly turns to him. Panda eyes, smudged lipstick, the whole lot. You’re scowling at him, and he’s smiling at you. 

“Hi, Duchess,” he says as he carefully treads towards the beast you. “Did you have fun? It looks like you did.” 

“Why are you in here?”

Sukuna tries his utmost best not to roll his eyes at you. He shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath before answering you. 

“I made you breakfast, come, come.”

You don't move.

You’re now both staring at each other, waiting. You’re waiting for him to leave and he’s waiting for you to get the fuck up. 

You lose the staring contest. 

He’s thrown you over his shoulder, bringing you down to the kitchen, plopping you into your seat.

Sukuna spreads his arms wide open, showing you the breakfast he prepared for you, with a grin on his face. It’s all your favourites, you can't even try and be mad at him. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, and he notices. He runs around the table, coming to place many sloppy kisses on your face.

“I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I’ll never forgive myself, but pleaseee forgive me. Please? I miss you.” 

“I miss you, too.” You say quietly, but enough for him to hear.

“I know you do, baby.”

“Ugh, don't be cocky.” 

You spend the whole day with Sukuna. He doesn’t leave your side. He already showered, but got back in the shower just to be next to you and fuck you slowly agaisnt the wall. Telling you how sorry he was for what he said to you. He also fucked you on the bed, the couch, the kitchen, anywhere you could think of, he fucked you there. Let’s just say, your mansion is about to be christened for the second time.

Every time he slid into you, it felt like his first. The squelching sound of your wet cunt fuelled him to fuck you harder and harder. Using you as his personal flesh light. And you love that. It makes your cunt throb, nonstop. You like it when he uses you. He’s breathlessly grunting in your ear, biting down slightly with his canine. “Daddy’s sorry, baby. So fucking sorry. Mmm, I love you Duchess, fuck.”

“Love you t-too, Daddy.”

Sukuna’s hips continued to roughly plough into you back and forth; so roughly, your head was constantly banging against the headboard. “Thank me, baby. Thank daddy for making you feel so fucking good.” You’re completely dazed; in another world. You feel your husband gently slapping your face, trying to bring you back to earth. Your body is limp. All you can feel is the wetness of Sukuna’s thick cock pummelling in and out of your pussy. He really has reduced you to being a flesh light. 

“Dont make me wait, Duchess, you want me to fucking stop?”

You let out a choked sob, “No, please ‘m sorry, so sorry, please don’t stop.”

Sukuna shoves his face right into yours, smooshing your cheeks together, painfully slowing down the perfect pace his hips were fucking into you. “Say. It.”

“Mmm, th-thank you, Daddy, thank you so mm-uh-ch.” A huge grin plants onto Sukuna's face. He likes it when you’re like this. Obedient. Not when you’re throwing glass cups and ignoring his presence. He hates that. It upsets him. Really. His beautiful, amazing, sexy wife, not giving him the time of day? 

Just take his life!

“Goood girlll,” he sighs. “I love you like this baby. A needy little slut that can’t function without my dick, huh?” Your wet walls pulse around him as he teases you, prompting a chuckle out of him. 

“Mm mm, I can’t, I need you so bad.”

He flips over pressing your body into the mattress, sliding back into you, pulling out of you slowly and slamming his cock roughly into your cunt. 

“Missed you so much, missed your pussy so *slam* fucking *slam* much *slam*.”

You can’t help but scream. It hurts so good. The white ring of your wetness and his pre cum circled around the base of Sukuna’s cock. Dripping down onto the heavy balls that were slapping your sensitive clit. He speeds up his thrust again, nudging at your cervix. The louder you moan, the harder he fucks you, you let it get to this point. How could you not let him touch you for so long? This is what it does to a man. Turns him into a damn animal. 

“Daddy, please, I’m gonna cum, I’m onna cum so fucking h-ard— oh god!”

Your eyes roll completely back to the back of your head, as you cum around Sukuna’s thick cock. Your pussy doesn’t stop spasming; it can’t. The sensation you’re feeling is intense and out of this world. You might have to argue with your husband more if this is how he’ll fuck you afterwards. 

Sukuna is seconds behind you, throwing his head back loudly, groaning out, into the air. Hips flush against your ass.

Thick ropes of cum spurt out into your womb. He doesn’t stop cumming, he can’t.  Two weeks of no sex is a long time for the two of you. Usually, you’re at it twice a day. One to wake you up and one to put you to bed. This right here was a world record, so is the fat load he just emptied inside of you. Honestly, he’s secretly hoping that’ll get you pregnant from this.

“Come ‘ere.” 

He pulls your limp self towards him, hugging you tightly. Placing thousands of kisses on the top of your pretty head. 

“We’ll be all right, Duchess, don't worry your pretty little head.”

“We’re set for life. They’ll never catch my ass.”

extra note: i’m sorry if the smuts bad… i dont know ive been finding it difficult to write it. so i’m sorry:( also i wrote an ending where sukuna was gonna go to prison but no. not my man! also i clearly really want sukuna to squish my cheeks… not my ass cheeks. my cheeks -_-

[aespabangedbang]

'SCULPTED KAZUHA'

- This story is completely tailored for Kazuha, to appreciate everything about her.

MOST UNDERRATED BITCH IN KPOP. Her visual is a superior version of Bae Suzy yet she is not the next nation's GF. They don't appreciate her much being a foreigner. But look at that peachy ass, choco abs and mango pussy. Her body is pure art, I am in club KABS... Fucking delicious 😋

Writer's Note : That leg spreading ready to fuck gym pic is such a nasty fan service from Kazuha. It sold me to dirty her, so here is one of my best writing so far. Kazuha Nakamura deserve this.

Tags : FULL CON and everything. Kissing to pissing, INSANELY DETAILED MAKEOVER to sensual fuck, this is peak 1 on 1.

Warning : Nothing.

Word Count : 4780 words of romance and body appreciation!

I've been a personal trainer at this high end Korean gym for years. Many famous clients like Kpop idols, models and all the shorts of celebrities come here for their fitness training sessions.

Among all, I have always found Kazuha of Le Sserafim to be the most captivating. From the day she first stepped into my gym, her tantalizing figure with rock-hard abs, thin waist, toned thighs and perfectly rounded pechy ass had me weak at the knees.

She gives me a hard on every time she does squats or lunges in her tight yoga pants and sports bra, flaunting her abs and ass like the most prized thing. it's like her body calls my cock to ravage it, sigh…

But I'm a professional and I know my boundaries. I always kept my lust for this Japanese beauty in check, focusing only on her workout. That is until today. She seems very stressed and depressed. Her usual smile and enthusiasm is missing. Something is troubling her.

"Hey Kazuha, what's the matter? You seem troubled," I said as I approached her, noticing her shoulders slumped over the exercise ball.

"Oh sensei, I'm not feeling so well. Maybe we should cancel today's session," she says with a sigh, avoiding my eyes. “What happened?” I ask her with a gentle caring voice and soft eyes.

"It's just… the comeback preparations are taking a toll on me. The endless dance practices, vocal lessons, media training… then there is fans’ expectations and hater’s hate…” She scoffs painfully. “I feel like I'm going to break," she sighed, her eyes almost watery from mental stress.

Underneath the glamorous K-pop idol image, she's just a vulnerable young girl. My heart aches seeing her like this. Today seeing her so down and stressed out gave me the courage to finally make my move on my sexy Zuha.

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know it's tough right now, but you'll get through this. Just focus on the present moment. Zuha, you know I'm not just a trainer but also like a friend. I can help you with depression. Please tell me what troubles you," I say softly, stroking her silky hair.

She looks up at me, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Sensei, I can't take it anymore. The constant pressure, expectations, judgments... I feel like I'm losing myself in all this. I'm so tired..."

Her voice cracks as she breaks down in my arms. I hold her close, my hands rubbing her back soothingly. "Shh, it's alright. I'm here. Sensei will take good care of you," I whisper.

She was so vulnerable, so in need of release. And I was going to give it to her in the most pleasurable way possible.

"Actually, I have an idea that will help relieve some of that stress and anxiety," I said smoothly. “Do you trust me?” She nodded her head, just wanting to cling on to anything so that she doesn't get washed away in despair.

Stroking her hair, I press my lips on her soft temple in a gentle kiss. She doesn't pull away, instead melting into my embrace. Emboldened, I trail my lips down her jawline, feeling her shiver. My tongue flicks out to taste her there. "Mmm you taste so sweet, Kazuha-chan."

I take her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, my tongue invading to claim her. She whimpers but kisses me back, desperate for comfort. I kiss her thoroughly, my hands kneading the firm cheeks of her ass as I grind my hard cock against her.

Breaking the kiss, I scoop her up in my arms, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I carry her to the private training room, locking the door behind us. I set her on her feet, taking a moment to admire her gorgeous figure in those sinful workout clothes.

Kazuha is wearing a cropped sports bra that barely contained her full breasts and skintight leggings that hugged her shapely legs. My mouth watered at the sight of her. She is looking uncertain but incredibly sexy. I stepped closer, my eyes roaming over her flawless skin.

“I'm going to help you release all that tension, Kazuha. Just let go and trust me."

Without warning, I start licking and kissing her perfect abs, or as the fans call it KABS. Her packs are chiseled and defined like greek sculptures, not an ounce of fat on her. She gasped as I savor every inch of her beautiful tummy, my tongue playing with her finely shaped oval belly button. “You taste so fucking good Zuha, like ripe fruits!”

"How do you make this body, this abs look so perfect everyday?" I groaned, enjoying her incredible figure with my lips and tongue. "It's okay Kazuha, let me take care of you," I crooned, trailing reverent hands over her abdomen. "I'm going to worship this body like the temple it is. I'm going to pleasure you in ways you've never been pleasured before.”

I grabbed the front of her sports bra and yanked hard, the flimsy fabric ripping away to reveal her gorgeous tits topped with perky pink nipples. Kazuha gasped, "A-ahh!" I am going crazy with her irresistible body.

I groaned at the erotic sight. "Fuck, your body is so incredible..." I throw the torn bra away, her bountiful breasts making me go crazy. I cupped the heavy mounds, relishing their soft weight. "Mmm, so full and ripe. I've been dying to touch them."

Kazuha whimpered, her nipples stiffening under my touch. "N-no...we shouldn't…” With a low growl, I push her onto the mat, descending upon her to worship her perfect tits. I suck and nibble the pink buds, making them harden between my teeth. "Such a good girl, Kazuha-chan. My pretty idol!"

Kazuha whimpered, her nipples stiffening under my touch. "N-no...we shouldn't..." "Shh, just feel good baby," I cooed, kneading her tits and tweaking her sensitive buds. "I'm going to take care of you so well.”

My other hand slid down her chiseled stomach to palm her pussy through her leggings. The thin material was already damp. "You're so wet already...you want this badly, don't you?" "Yes...please..." she mewled, arching into my touch. I could feel she can't resist her body's urges any more.

I sit back on my knees, ripping off her yoga pants in one swift motion. “Oh fuck yes..." I breathed, drinking in the sight of her naked pussy. It was completely bare, plump and glistening with arousal. She gasps, instinctively covering herself, face going flushed, chest heaving and but the lip bite betrays her innocent image.

"Don't be shy, baby. Your body is divine. I want to see all of it." I pull her hands away, spreading her full flexible thighs apart, fold her in half as her legs draping over her shoulders to reveal my long awaited desire; her glistening pink pussy on full display. I like how neatly shaved and cute her pussy is. "Ohh you're already so wet for me. Sensei's going to devour this sweet cunt."

I bury my face between her legs, inhaling her musky arousal. "Mmm you smell heavenly." I lap at her folds, swirling my tongue around her wet clit. "Ahhh!" Kazuha cried out the moment my mouth made contact, my tongue delving between her slick folds to lap up her tangy juices. She tasted fucking divine.

She mewls and arches, fisting my hair. I tongue-fuck her hole, drinking down her honey. "That's it, baby. Let sensei take care of you. Feed me your stress and depression. I'll suck it all out of this pretty pussy." I bury my nose between her folds, "I'm going to eat this sweet cunt until you're screaming for me.”

“Y-yes...oh god..." she panted, pulling my hair with her hands. I slid my tongue up to circle her throbbing clit, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. She thrust her hips against my face shamelessly, smearing her honey all over my chin.

I sealed my lips around her clit and suckled hard, making her scream. "FUCK! Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Her cries were like the sweetest music to my ears. I tongue-fucked her clenching hole, reveling in her musky flavor. "Mmm you taste so fucking good, I could eat this pussy all day," I mumbled against her sex.

Kazuha's thighs quaked and tensed around my head, her pussy gushing and fluttering wildly. "I'm cumming! Ahhhh!"

Her juices flooded my mouth as she came hard, her clit pulsing against my tongue. I lapped up every drop greedily, not letting a single bit go to waste. She collapsed against me, trembling and mewling through the aftershocks.

But I am just starting with her. I stood up and spun her around, bending her over the exercise bench. Her perfect tight bubble butts were presented to me, her juicy pussy winking at me, glistening with her cum and my saliva. I cup and roam my hands around her roundy perky shape, basking the revered butt that millions only dream off to touch.

I raise my hand as high in the air as I can, then bring it down like a thunderstruck to imprint my hand on her tight and bouncy milky buttcheek. A guttural moan escapes her mouth, so I slap her again and again… Each slap sends shockwaves through her tight muscles and her butts bouncing around. “Oh fuck that feels so good!” She screams in pain and pleasure.

“Argg fuck Kazuha, your butt is so rubbery and the shape is so good. That's what you call a peachy butt!” I praise her butt like a fine art piece. By the time I stop drumming her ass the flesh have gone tender red.

Then I spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her tight pink asshole. "I'm going to wreck this smelly hole," I growled. Without warning, I dove in face-first, burying my tongue in her puckered star. My hands pushing her cheeks from both side, my face getting squeezed between her bottoms.

"AHHH! Oh fuck!!" Kazuha shrieked, hands scrabbling at the bench. I ate her ass like a starving man of a few weeks, slurping and suckling at her most intimate place. The taste of her was indescribable, so dirty and forbidden yet so delicious.

I tongue-fucked her ass, wriggling my tongue deep into the hot velvet channel. She was so tight and her rim fluttered around the intrusion deliciously. "Mmmfh fuck… your ass is deliciousb Zuha, do you shit cake or something out of here?" I mumbled, cheeks hollowing as I sucked her vice hole so hard.

Kazuha was lost to the intense pleasure of having her asshole devoured. "Haaahh fffuckk yesss more moreee! Nnggghh it's s-so good!" Her pussy starts drooling steadily, making the most enchanting musky smell while I savor into her backdoor. The room filled with the sounds of my slurping and her wanton moans. I rimmed her ass until she starts begging me to fuck her.

Pulling back, I rise up to worship her body, kissing a trail up her toned stomach, licking her pierced navel. I suck hickies onto her abs, leaving my mark on her creamy skin. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I'm going to destroy this tight little body for my pleasure."

I slide two fingers into her soaked cunt, pumping them fast and hard. She cries out, mind going blank from the pleasure. "Yes, scream for sensei! Let it all out. I'll fill up this needy hole and fuck your ass too. You'll be sensei's perfect little cocksleeve."

I finger-fuck her roughly, curling into her g-spot. My thumb rubs firm circles on her clit as I nibble her tits. She writhes and thrashes, babbling incoherently. "Ahhh fuck yes sensei! I'm gonna... gonna... ahhhHHH!!"

Her pussy clamps around my fingers as she thrashes through another intense orgasm. I work her through it, not letting her come down, prolonging her pleasure. As soon as she starts to float, arching her back, "Turn around and get on your knees," I commanded huskily.

Kazuha obeyed in a daze, sinking down in front of me. Her eyes widened at the sight of my massive erection, flushed dark red and leaking pre-cum. "Oh my god...it's so big," she whimpered. I flip her over onto her hands and knees in everyone's favorite doggystyle.

"Ass up in the air, baby. I'm going to wreck this stressed cunt of yours gaping and creamed," I growled, slapping her booties hard multiple times.

Gripping her hips, I rub the fat head of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal. "Mmm you're leaking so much honey. Your tight cunt is going to suck me in. I'm going to split you open on my big cock.”

I aim the leaking head of my cock at her entrance. With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt in her tight heat. She screams, back arching at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight! Clenching around me like a vice. Milking my cock like a good girl.”

Luckily she isn't a virgin. "FUCK! Oh fuck you're so big argh!" Kazuha wailed, back bowing as I split her open on my girthy shaft.

I set a punishing pace, pistoning in and out of her sopping wet cunt. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room along with her mindless screams. "YESSS! HARDER! RUIN MY PUSSY!"

I start to grunt with the force of my thrusts. The wet squelching of her pussy and whorish moans are melodies in my ears. "Take it, Kazuha-chan! Take sensei's big cock! I'm going to reshape this cunt to fit only me. You'll be my little fuckdoll!”

Pulling out abruptly, I flip her onto her back and raise one of her leg to my shoulder, her flexible leg easily split open and ready to get fucked. I thrust back into her, yo-yoing her on my shaft. In this position I can easily penetrate deep into her pussy, hitting her cervix. She moans in sharp pain of her uterus getting poked but I keep railing into her, my heavy balls slapping against her ass.

I lean down, her leg got completely bent 180° with me so that I can capture her mouth in a sloppy kiss, muffling her screams. I angle my hips to pound directly into her g-spot with each thrust. "Fffuuuccckkk I'm cumming again!” She cries out loud. I'm going to fill this fertile cunt with my seed," I roared.

I piston into her wildly, the wet sounds obscene. "Fuck, gonna cum! Gonna pump you so full! Ohhh fuck, here it comes!!" My cock jerks as I explode, painting her insides white. I grind against her cervix, making sure every drop of my cum coats her womb. Getting filled with my hot milk sends her over the edge and she starts convulsing.

I fuck her through another mind-blowing orgasm, not stopping to let her recover. Her pussy is so slick and hot, gripping me like a silken fist. "Ohh that's it, milk my cock! Squeeze the cum out of me! I'm going to overload this cunt with my seed. You'll be dripping with it!”

Kazuha shrieked as her pussy spasmed around me, milking my cock for all I was worth. I buried myself to the hilt inside her, emptying my balls deep in her womb. Searing jets of cum painted her cervix white until I can't anymore.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting harshly from our exertions, drenched in sweat and struggling to catch our breaths. "That was...incredible," she panted, clenching her pussy around my softening cock. She clings to me, trembling and mewling softly. I stroke her hair and back.

"Shh, you did so good, baby. Sensei is proud of you. I love you so much, Kazuha-chan. You're mine now, understood? This pussy belongs to sensei." I chuckled breathlessly, "We're just getting started, baby. I'm not done with this sexy body yet.”

"Yes, sensei. I'm yours," she whispers, nuzzling into my neck. I reached down and slowly pulled out of her abused hole. A river of pearly cum gushed out after me. Kazuha gasped and shuddered at the sensation. "Oh god… I've never felt so full before," she whimpered.

I scooped some of the spend leaking out of her pussy and brought my coated fingers to her lips. "Open up...clean them. Taste how well I bred this pretty cunt."

"Mmmfffuck..." Kazuha moaned, obediently lapping and suckling my digits clean of my own cum. I pushed them into her mouth, relishing how she swallowed eagerly.

When I finished feeding her my load, I gathered the cum dribbling down her thighs and smeared it all over her pussy lips. "Look at this sloppy cunt...so well used," I purred, sinking two fingers knuckle deep into her fluttering hole.

Kazuha keened and rolled her hips, fucking herself on my hand. "Yesss...I'm such a dirty slut for you," she panted, all traces of the prime idol completely erased and replaced by a wanton cock-hungry whore.

I fingered her through another intense orgasm, stroking her g-spot as I pumped my fingers in and out of her cum-drunk hole. She came with a scream, squirting all over my hand.

We bask in the afterglow for a little, tired. But I remember, my cock is still semi-hard and her ass is still untouched. I'm not nearly done with her yet.

Before she could recover, I flipped her over on her belly and pressed the tip of my reviving cock against her gaping asshole. "I'm going to wreck this tight hole now," I growled.

Her eyes widen but she obediently spreads her ass cheeks for me, exposing the tight pink pucker. "Ohh you want sensei to fuck this ass, don't you Kazuha-chan? Want me to split you open on my cock?"

"Yes sensei, please! I need your cock in my ass! Ruin me, make me yours!" she begs wantonly, shamelessly, pushing her hips back to take me inside. A far cry from the shy girl I was kissing minutes ago. The depravity is bringing out her true self.

Spitting crudely on her slit, I rub it over her rim, pressing the tip of my cock against it. I push forward, breaching the ring of tight muscle in one firm thrust. She throws her head back with a guttural moan as I sink into her ass, stretching her open. I groaned at the vise-like tightness gripping my shaft. "Fuck...even tighter than your pussy,"

I started pounding into her ass with deep, powerful strokes, stretching her back passage wide around my girth. Kazuha babbled incoherently, lost to the brutal anal stretching. "Harder! Break meee! FUCK!”

"Ffffuck, your ass is gripping me so tight! I'm going to fuck this hole raw until you're sobbing on my cock. Until you can't walk straight!" The bench creaked ominously under us as I rutted into her like a beast in heat. Her ass clenched and rippled around me, trying to milk my cock. "Gonna cum in this tight hole...gonna flood your guts with jizz," I snarled.

I am bottom hammering with a groan, My heavy aching sacks are hitting her cum soaked pussy. I pull back until just the tip is in her, then slam back in, burying myself to the hilt. I set a brutal pace, cock sawing in and out of her tight heat.

She sobs and writhes underneath me as I plough into her ass. Her cunt is drooling, arousal running down to drip onto the mat. "Ahhh sensei! It's so deep! You're in my stomach! Wrecking my ass! Ohhh fuck!"

I grab and pull her meaty ass wider, watching my shaft pistoning in and out, stretching her sphincter to its limit. I smack her ass like thunder strike, leaving a handprint on the abused flesh. "That's right, take it! Take sensei's cock in your ass like a good whore! Scream for me!"

Her screams echo off the walls as I fuck her into oblivion, my cock reaching impossibly deep. "Shit I'm cumming! You want sensei to fill this ass with cum? Pump you full until you're leaking? Beg for it baby. Beg me to cum in your ass!"

"Please sensei! Fill my ass with your cum! I want it so bad! Please please please cum in my ass!!"

With a roar, I bury myself deep and paint her bowels with my seed. I grind into her, making sure every drop takes lodge in her rectum. I pulled out with a wet squelch and watched in satisfaction as rivulets of creamy brown, mix of my cum and her own feaces oozed out of her gaping, ruined asshole. "Mmm look at that well-bred ass...such a good cumdump for me," I purred.

I scooped up some of the filthy jizz leaking from her asshole and pushed the coated fingers into her mouth. "Clean them. Taste how well I seeded your dirty ass."

She swallowed it down obediently, moaning at the tangy, bitter and foul taste of my cum mixed with her shit. When I finished feeding her my load, I pulled her up into my arms.

"You did so good, baby. Such an amazing little cockslut. I'm going to keep using this sexy body whenever I need to empty my balls," I praised, nuzzling into her hair.

Kazuha mewled into my chest, completely owned. She slurred, "Y-yours...all yours. Use me whenever you want. I'm your personal cumdump," she swore breathlessly, clenching her pussy and asshole at the thought of being my personal fucktoy. Completely fucked stupid by my cock.

I captured her lips in a deep, filthy kiss, our tongues sliding obscenely together and sharing our dirty fluids. When I finally pulled back, we were both panting. "I think it's time for your hydration drink after such a hard workout," I said with a smirk.

"What? Oh, um, yes of course," Kazuha replied, still dazed. I stepped back and fisted my semi-hard cock. "On your knees, baby. Open wide for your protein shake."

Her eyes widened as she caught on. "Y-you want me to...drink it? From there?" she asked hesitantly.

I nodded, stroking my shaft languidly. "That's right. Drink down every drop like a good girl. Replenish all those lost fluids."

Kazuha sank to her knees before me submissively. "Yes sensei," she breathed, parting her lips.

I positioned my cockhead at her waiting mouth and started pissing, hosing down her tongue and throat with my warm spunk. She gulped and swallowed frantically, struggling not to waste a single drop of my golden nectar.

Just to help her I shove my cock in her mouth but don't go deep. From there I keep slowly pissing as Kazuha does her best to drink all of my piss. Of course she can't, piss keep overflowing and gushing out the side of her stretched lips.

When my bladder emptied, I pulled out with a wet plop. Kazuha coughed and sputtered, rivulets of piss dribbling down her chin. "Mmmfffuck...tastes so good," she slurred, licking her lips.

I hauled her up into my arms and captured her mouth in another deep, filthy kiss, uncaring of the taste of my own piss. She melted against me, submitting sweetly to my mouth.

I make her sit on the bench, then sit down between her splayed thighs, lapping at her cum-filled pussy and ass, drinking down our combined release. She whimpers and mewls above me, more sensitive than ever from the thorough fucking I just gave her.

Pulling back, I grab her chin and make me look at my eyes. My cock is still rock hard, slick with her arousal. "Last round baby. Sensei's going to facefuck you now. Gonna make you choke on my cock until you drink my cum straight from the source."

I fisted her hair and pulled her face into my crotch. "Open wide, baby. Time to put that idol mouth to good use." She parted her lips obediently and I slid my thick shaft into the wet heat of her mouth. "Oh fuckkk yesss," I groaned, eyes rolling back as her tongue worked magic along my length. Kazuha took me deep, gagging and slobbering all over my cock like a total whore.

I started fucking her pretty face ruthlessly, grunting as I hilted in her throat over and over. She gags and chokes as I start thrusting in and out, holding her head in place. Tears run down her face but she takes me like a champ, swallowing around my shaft. She isn't resisting, submitting beautifully to the face-fucking.

I use her mouth like a fleshlight, Saliva drips down her chin as I hit the back of her throat with every deepthroating thrust. Her singer's throat bulged to make room for me. "That's it, take it all! Choke on sensei's big cock! Swallow it all like a good little cumslut!"

Take it all, you cock-hungry slut. Fuck I'm going to cum down your face and down your filthy throat," I snarled, hips pistoning at a brutal pace.

Kazuha moaned around my cock, sending delicious vibrations through me. Her lips tightened around my base as I erupted, firing thick ropes of jizz straight down her gullet. She struggled to swallow it all, some spilling out the corners of her stretched mouth.

I tug her off my cock abruptly, pulled out with a wet pop. Kazuha gasped for air, coughing and sputtering. I aim my canon at her face. With a strained grunt, I explode, painting her pretty features with my release.

She tries to turn away but I grip her jaw, repeatedly burying my cock deep down her throat and as I pull out, painting one rope of cum at a time. Once done I make sure to smear my cum all over her attractive face using my soft long cock to slap her around.

"Mmmffuck..." she whimpered but obediently licked and sucked my cock clean of my spend, I keep slapping her with my cock.

"There, drink and smear it all up like a good girl. You're so perfect Kazuha-chan. Sensei loves you so much." I kiss her deeply, sharing my cum between our mouths.

Finally pulling back, I take in the sight of her - face glazed with cum, eyes unfocused, body limp and sated. "How was that baby? Did sensei fuck you good?"

Kazuha was panting and trembling but looked more relaxed and satiated than I'd ever seen her. "Thank you...I feel so much better," she said softly, nuzzling into my tummy, hugging me around my waist. My cock literally poking her chest. "Sensei, it's the best fuck of my life... I'm ruined for anyone else now..." she slurs, a blissed out smile on her face.

I stroked her now unkept hair tenderly. "Anytime, baby. Whenever you need to release some stress, just call on me. I'll always take care of this sexy body."

She smiled up at me sweetly, already looking forward to our next session. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my chest, uncaring that we were both naked and sticky with various fluids.

As Kazuha nestled into my embrace with a content sigh, I silently vowed to be her pillar of strength and outlet for stress, even if it meant keeping our relationship a secret. She was worth it. This idol is my personal fuckdoll now, and I would use her tight holes to empty my balls whenever I wanted, consequences be damned.

I scoop her up and carry her to the locker room, helping her clean up. My hands roaming around her pussy, ass hole and face like we have been together for our whole life. We dress and exit, my arm wrapped around her waist possessively. From now on, she's mine. Only I get to see this side of her. Only I get to wreck her so thoroughly.

“Say Zuha, I know this good hotel. How about you don't go back to the dorm tonight, we can work more on your stress.” I say while giving her right butt a tight squeeze on the street, enough to make her flinch least someone saw it. But she doesn't say no and nod yes, I can already see the lust in her eyes.

I held her close, basking in the golden hour of such a meaningful, satisfying day. The first of many more to come. She clung to me just as tightly, equally addicted to my cock already. I'll make sure to keep her well-stressed and well cummed, my perfect little cocksleeve, just as she was meant to be.

As we sat in the car, I could feel her hand grabbing my cock under my gym trousers. Her long fingers griping it like she owns it. Kazuha is smirking, her little revenge for that butt squeeze. In that moment, I knew we were both fucked. And I wouldn't have it any other way…

Bye from KAZUHA SAN you fuckers! 👋

[writeriguess]

Okay, first of all, I ADORE your writing! You just GET the characters, and I seriously look up to you. You even made me wanna write Bakugo again, and I thought I was past that phase. Anyway, is it weird to request a fanfic of a fanfic? Because I cannot write smut to save my life. No pressure at all, but I wrote Bakugo with an unhinged, lovestruck reader who’s always trying to win him over while he pretends not to care (but totally does). They end up together, and I’d love a fic where reader tries to surprise him with something sexy in her usual chaotic way. He’s surprised, laughs, but ultimately goes along with it because, well, that’s why he loves her. Some fluffy, comedic smut, if you’re up for it. But if not, no worries at all. Just wanted to shoot my shot!

Laced with Chaos

Katsuki Bakugo has been dealing with your bullshit for a long time.

It started with the relentless, borderline concerning pursuit. Grand declarations of love in public places. Handmade gifts that ranged from endearing to downright dangerous. A once-a-week habit of sneaking into his agency, just to throw him finger guns and whisper "call me, Dynamight" before security dragged you out.

And, to be fair, you did eventually win him over.

He’d begrudgingly fallen for the way your chaotic energy filled every room you entered, how you never took his attitude personally, how you loved him so unapologetically he didn’t stand a chance. It had been inevitable. Unavoidable. His fate, whether he liked it or not.

Still, if there was one thing he should have expected by now, it was that you’d never stop being a walking, talking, sexier-than-you-had-any-right-to-be problem.

Which is why, when he comes home from patrol and finds you standing in the bedroom doorway, draped in sheer black lace, holding what appears to be a homemade whip crafted out of shoelaces and a broken phone charger—he nearly drops his duffel bag.

“…The fuck?”

Your grin is dazzling. “Welcome home, Dynamight. Hope you’re ready for a night of debauchery and sin.”

Oh god. You’re doing a voice.

He squints, stepping closer. "The hell is on your head?"

It’s a DIY lace veil, of course. Because of course you’d take it that extra step.

"Do you like it?" You wiggle your shoulders in what he thinks is supposed to be a seductive manner. "I thought I’d spice things up, you know? Give you a night to remember. Make all your dirtiest fantasies come true."

Bakugo drags a hand down his face. "Why do I feel like you're about to hit me with a theme?"

“Because I am,” you say brightly. "I call this... The Fallen Angel: A Tale of Lust and Damnation.”

He chokes. "A tale—?!"

"You found me, broken and longing," you continue, as if you didn’t just give him an aneurysm. "Cast from the heavens for the crime of loving too hard.” A pause. Then, seriously, “And maybe also tax fraud. But mostly love.”

He wants to die. He wants to walk into the ocean and never come back.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "What the fuck am I listening to right now?"

"A story, Katsuki," you say with conviction. "Our story. One of passion, redemption, and—"

"I'm gonna stop you right there." He sighs heavily, tossing his duffel onto the floor. "Where’d you even get that outfit?"

You gesture grandly to the bed. “Oh, I made it.”

Bakugo looks.

There, in a heap of suffering, lies a pile of butchered lingerie. Expensive-looking lace bras that have been haphazardly cut into strange, asymmetrical shapes. A pair of fishnets with the crotch completely obliterated (why). And, off to the side, a sewing kit he knows you have no idea how to use.

His eye twitches. “Babe."

“Yeah?”

“…Is that superglue?”

“Maybe.”

He prays for patience. “Why?”

“Because stitches take too long.”

He closes his eyes. Counts to five. Opens them again. "You glued yourself into your own outfit?"

You lift your chin. "Wouldn't be the first time."

He stares at you. You stare back.

Then, slowly—so painfully slowly—Bakugo exhales, and a grin twitches at the corner of his lips.

And that’s when you know.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, stepping closer, hands pressed to your heart. “Are you laughing?”

His jaw clenches. “No.”

"You are."

“Shut up.”

"You love me."

He grabs you, hauls you into his arms, and throws you onto the bed before you can gloat any further. You squeal, but it immediately turns to a giggling mess as he lands on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight.

“Listen,” he says, voice low, fingers curling beneath your chin. “You wanna be a fuckin’ menace? Fine. But you do not have to DIY your damn lingerie, dumbass.”

You pout up at him, thoroughly unrepentant. “But I wanted to make it special.”

His thumb brushes your bottom lip. His eyes darken. “…Tch. The only thing special about this is the fact that you haven’t glued yourself shut.”

You bat your lashes at him. “Would you still hit it if I did?”

He barks a laugh, loud and rough and real, before dragging his teeth over your neck. “Don’t test me, idiot.”

You shiver, tilting your head, giving him more access. “You’re not mad?”

He nips at your skin, soothing the sting with his tongue. “Nah.”

Your heart soars. “So you do like it—”

He bites you harder, shutting you up with a sharp gasp. “Don’t push it.”

You whimper, squirming beneath him. His hands slide down your sides, slipping beneath the sham of a lace bodysuit you’ve trapped yourself in, and—

—rrrRIIIIP!

You gasp. "Bakugo!"

"What?" He grins, teeth sharp, voice smug. “Just helpin’ you out, babe. Ain't like you're gettin' outta this thing on your own.”

Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

Then, finally—“…Hot.”

He laughs again, this time softer, and presses his forehead to yours. “You drive me crazy,” he mutters. “But fuck if I don’t love the shit outta you.”

And then—well.

You do end up making it a night to remember.

Just… maybe not the way you originally planned.

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"Lawyers' weekend?" Roman's teenage daughter looked confused when he explained her he will be away.

"I am as confused as you." he replied as he zipped his little suitcase.

"How did you even agree to this?"

"Richard signed us up without even asking." the dad explained half of the story.

"Who knows, you might become friends with the attorneys from the other companies." she said jokingly and Roman gave Josephine a skeptical look. "Or even a new fling."

"No chance. Me with a lawyer again?" he shook his head.

"Ey, mom doesn't count." she snapped back.

"She counts. Doesn't matter she didn't become one, I still take it." Roman hit the dad pose and started thinking if he is forgetting something.

"And now I gotta be with her and Oscar." Josephine looked unpleasant because of this fact.

"Is he that bad?"

"He is not a bad person but he is just so pretentious. Everything is a reference book for this guy, it's annoying. He is also very old." she added and Roman chuckled.

"He is just 5 years older than me...but he does look like a grandpa kinda." he continued with the taunting and Jo laughed as well.

"And sounds like it, oh my God. I don't know what mom likes about him. Not to mention that his sons are extra obnoxious. The young one thinks he was British in his previous live and speaks in British accent. It's so cringe." Josephine vented to her father about how weird that family is.

"Good gracious, are you kidding me?" Roman couldn't believe his ears and his daugher shook her head.

"Nope."

"I am sorry I am doing this to you, sweetie." he wrapped his hands around his daugher then kissed her on the head but she started coughing.

"You are wearing unhealthy amount of cologne, dad." she went away.

"Am I?" he started smelling himself.

"Yeah. Like is this a new technique to keep the women away from you?" she normalilzed her breath.

"Something like it." the father smirked slightly.

"Look. I think it's time to have the talk. Don't avoid women because of me. You know I am an accepting person. All I'm asking is for her to be normal and tolerate me. That's it." she spoke and Roman was taken aback by her level of maturity. "And not try to be my mom."

"Why are you like this?" Roman dragged Josephine for a hug again and she held her breath. "So mature and well-mannered. Girls your age usually get crazy, they have boyfr-" as he was speaking, he put Jo away and looked at her in the eyes. "You don't have a boyfriend, right?"

"No." she replied immediately.

"Are you sure?"

"Dad..."

"Okay." he dragged her for a hug again. "If you have a boyfriend, he is dead.

"I can't believe you are gonna spend a whole weekend with hottie." Vanessa said as her and Monique entered in another botique to pick a dress.

"I can't believe that I agreed to this." the Italian woman shook her head.

"Yeah, you let him be inside of you God knows how many times but you are worried about a weekend with him, logical." the dark skinned woman rolled her eyes.

They were looking at the dresses but didn't like anything until they saw the dress.

Monique was waiting for Roman with her little black suitcase she stuffed with the dress, with a tracksuit, pajamas and sexy lingerie. Whatever the weekend brings her.

She still doesn't know why she agreed to all of this. Probably because of the money but thinking about it, how much is this man going to give her? And then almost half of it is for Samuel. She has no idea, however, that Roman made a deal with Samuel not to take a cent from what Monique earns this weekend.

The place they arranged to meet is in front of the cafeteria they accidentally met last week. Monique didn't want Roman to know her place of living.

So there she was - with her black sunglasses, tight, black top with deep cleavage and no bra underneath, slim fit dark blue jeans and black sandal heels. Her natural curly hair was styled in a ponytail and her makeup is natural.

Monique saw a black Porsche pulling up right next to her, the window rolling down and there he is - Mr. Lawyer who is wearing black sunglasses. Roman is completely mesmerised by this woman every time he sees her. No matter what she wears, how she styled her hair, Monique is almost like unreal to him.

"Are you lost, Miss Bambi?" he asked playfully but Monique didn't feel like joking and just got into the car without saying anything.

Then she buckled her seatbelt.

"So what do you want me to be? Arrogant? Obnoxious? Lovey-dovey?" she cut to the chase.

"I want you to be yourself. Surprise me." he shrugged and the stripper chuckled.

"I can't be myself. I gotta come up with fake profession and fake love story about us. So you decide, Christopher Nolan. What do you want me to be?" she asked again with even more attitude and Roman just started excessively blinking from that specific attitude from the woman then fired up the engine.

He thought about this a lot and by his assumptions, she was severely hurt by someone in the past. He could tell that.

"Let's say we met in a dance class."

"You in dance class?" Monique furrowed her eyebrows, trying to visualize a man like Roman dancing. "Okay, dance class." she gave up because he calls the shots - he is the director.

"Think about if you want to use your real name or something else."

"Monique is perfectly fine. You don't like it?" she raised her eyebrow at him.

"Okay. Monique." this is the second time she hears her new name coming out from Roman and he says it just so smoothly that it scratches her brain. "What's the last name?"

"Davis."

"Monique Davis." he repeated quietly and it scratched her brain again. The woman hates the effects Roman has on her, maybe that's why she behaves like this.

"What about you, big guy? What's the full name?" she finally asked him normally.

"Roman Reigns."

"Reigns." she nodded her head. "Okay and how long have we been dating?"

"A month. Oh, a little background information. I am 40 years old and a divorced dad of one."

"What?" Monique tried her best to keep a stone cold expression.

"Divorced." he repeated, underlying. "Long before we even met."

"Okay and what about the kid?" suddenly, Monique started to care. She loves kids, since she worked as a dance teacher in school.

"She is at her mother's who lives in her boyfriend's house." all of the sudden, Monique has a lot of questions about this whole situation but also answers.

This explains why he fucks her so good like he has something to prove. His wife probablh left him for another man and the nonchalant woman became curious why did this happen but of course, she didn't want to ask questions.

"I hope the kid isn't too traumatized." that's all she managed to say.

"She is not a kid, she is a full blown teenager." Roman sense with a note of bittersweetness in his tone.

"You are a girl dad?" Monique was rather shocked and looked at him up and down. "Couldn't have guessed."

"Well, it's hard to guess stuff like this while we do adult activities." the lawyer said in a matter of fact tone and Monique had no other choice but to agree with him cause he is right.

They stopped the car at the bus station. The appointment was for the lawyers to wait for each other there and they are going to travel to the hotel by bus.

"So extra and unnecessary." Roman groaned when Richard told him the setup plan the other day.

"Well, we are here. Get ready to meet people so dry, the Mojave desert doesn't stand a chance." Roman warned Monique and she started laughing.

He is funny, she thought.

"I can play dry and snobby too. I've mastered that role perfectly." the exotic dancer remarked, reminiscing about the days where she was Phil's girlfriend.

"Whatever you like. I told you. I have no preferences." Roman replied and she nodded, getting ready to get out of the car.

"Wait." he said and got out first then went to open her door. Monique got out of the car and suddenly, she became the hot chick from the rom-com movies. Getting out with such grace, revealing herself to the group of waiting people.

All eyes were on her because nobody expected Roman to appear with a woman and also because Monique is an incredibly attractive woman. In the meantime Roman grabbed their bags and then walked together to the big group.

"Hey, y'all." the Samoan man greeted them.

"So in mergers, you guys just merge with concept of time too?" one of the attorneys from Vires Law made aksed a sharp question.

"Correct." Roman replied nonchalantly. "Especially when you have a hot girlfriend to merge with." he replied and pulled Monique by her waist.

One woman was intensely staring at Monique from head to toe. Her name is Sarah and she is Willow's best friend from college, she works in TL Group. They still keep in touch.

"Hi." she approached the couple.

"Sarah." Roman greeted looking at the honey blonde woman with light brown skin.

"Didn't know you would bring company." Sarah spoke as she looked at Monique again. "Does Willow know about her?"

"No. It's none of her business." Roman shrugged.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah." Monique decided to include herself in the awkward conversation. "My name is Monique." the two women did a handshake.

"So when exactly were you planning to tell me you have a girlfriend, you fraud?" Richard was still surprised.

"How brazen of you to call me such names when you were the one who signed us for this absurdity without my permission." Roman replied to him but quietly since they were in the bus already.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our little Law Trip." a rather young man came out at the podium. He looks not exactly like a rookie but like a person who has just a few years in the business. He is approaching his late 20s and he got that boyish look in him. "I know we are in Sin City but since we obey the law, we do not commit any sins. But tonight at the Canon Gala we can do whatever we want. Since we, Vires Law, are the hosts, we prepared some special things such as stand up comedy, karaoke battles and dance battles." Roman and Richard looked at each other with horror.

"These guys completely lost their minds." the Samoan man concluded.

"A lawyer doing a stand up comedy? Bet my butt he asked Chat GPT." Richard remarked and the group that formed laughed.

After the big group was accomodated in the beautiful, luxurious hotel, everyone started preparing for the upcoming gala.

Roman and Monique are in one room, of course and the woman feels a bit nervous from all of this. It's been a while she spent time with a man like that.

They took a shower separately. Monique went first and Roman was second. However, while he was in the shower, his phone was ringing and Monique couldn't help but peek at the screen and she saw the name Willow.

That must be his ex-wife, she thought.

"It's good to wash away the bad energy I collected in this fucking bus." Roman got out of the shower and the view is just breathtaking - his hair was all down and wet, his naked chest was covered in waterdrops, the signature big tattoo.

Monique's mouth slightly dropped. This man's beauty never fails to amaze her and now she knows why she jumped at him the way she did from the very start.

Any woman in her position would do the same thing.

Matter of fact, she feels like getting up, removing that towel and give him a blowjob but she has to keep her composure and tell him what's going on.

"Your phone was ringing." she spoke and looked away.

"Perhaps it's my little angel." he said and ran to check his phone. He got a big storm coming.

"What does she want?" Monique hear Roman murmur.

"Perhaps it's something with your kid. You better call her back." she decided to give him a wise advice and the second she said that the phone rang again.

"No need." he replied and picked up. "Hello." his tone changed drastically - it was a weird mixture between annoyed and cold.

"A girlfriend. When were you planning to tell me? Does Jo know?"

"No. Jo doesn't know about this but I see your source is faster than I thought." he replied and Monique immediately understood what is going on.

"When were you planning to tell me?"

"Whenever you were planning to tell me about your new fling which was never because I caught you, remember?" Roman clapped back at his irritated ex-wife, not caring Monique is listening. All the puzzle piecies start to come with her now. It's an ego crusher to be cheated on, especially if you catch this on 4K.

"She is young, I understood."

"She is younger than you, yes." he said and Monique felt extremely awkward.

"I wanna meet her." Willow declared.

"What?" Roman didn't expect this.

"I have the right to know about the woman you are going to bring in our home to our kid."

"Don't you dare call it 'our home', it's my home and Josephine's. You understand?" Monique felt the pressure and now she realizes the case is deeper than she imagined.

"You got me. I want to meet her. Think about when both of you are free. Let's do a meeting, you, her, me and Oscar."

"Oh my God." Roman rolled his eyes at the absurdity he is hearing.

"Or you are not serious. Is she just a one-night stand or what?"

"She is not a one-night stand. She is my woman. My ideal woman, by the way." he said and Monique looked at him with horror. She didn't like what she was hearing.

"Okay. Good for you. But I gotta meet her first and see if she can hang around with my kid that I gave birth to." Willow snapped back.

"I know you gave birth to her but it's 50/50, you know? She is my kid too."

"Pick a day." Willow said completely ignoring him.

"I gotta talk to Monique first and let you know. Also, don't you dare tell Jo. I am gonna be the one to say this." Roman warned her.

"Certainly I am not doing your dirty work, yes."

"Goodbye." Roman said and hung up then looked at confused Monique.

She heard everything she needed to know what's happening and by the puppy look in his eyes, she was certain he is gonna ask her another favor.

"No." she said.

"Please." he put his palms together in a praying position.

"Not a chance." Monique was certain.

"I'm gonna pay you double."

"Roman...it's not about the money. Let me get this straight, your ex-wife found out about our fake relationship, you had the audacity to tell her we are serious and now she wants to see me and you would want to pretend we are so in love."

"You should have heard her how she sounded, I got to make her even more mad." he giggled and then turned all serious again. "Please, Monique. I beg you."

The view of that enormous masculine man begging desperately, not even in a sexual way, turned Monique on a little bit.

"I hate lies, by the way. They can be very damaging but I will agree to play your little game, alright." she finally agreed and it was solely curiosity - to see how his ex-wife looks like and the man she left Roman for.

He better be Ryan Gosling or something cause it makes absolutely no sense to leave a man who fucks like Roman does, Monique thought. But then remembered that not everything is about sex.

"Thank you." he breathed out and threw himself on the bed. Now his muscular big body is lying there and the white towel hiding the magic wand that makes Monique feel out of this world.

"Should we do a little celebration?" she asked him as she slid her hand in the towel. Roman licked his lips, trying to surpress the wave of excitement that electrified his whole body.

[weishaupts]

oh we talking abt stupid hate we’ve gotten before? i once had someone talk shit abt me in a server i wasn’t in bc i kept calling everything “sexy”

[longagoitwastuesday]

I was tagged by @pegasusdrawnchariots. Thank you very much for the tag! I'm doing this before I forget and six months pass again lol

Three ships: Heathcliff and Cathy, Jack and Lacie. No one else holds a candle to these two truly, not even close, but I love Penelope and Odysseus, Lancelot and Guinevere, Hector and Andromache, Orpheus and Eurydice if they can be considered a ship at all given they're more structure than meat, Otacon and Snake, Han and Leia, whatever Cyrano/Roxane/Christian have going on, Rhett and Scarlett but also whatever Rhett/Scarlett/Ashley/Melanie have, Henry and Fanny, Obi and Shirayuki, Red and Blue/Green, Razumikhin/Dunya/Svidrigailov, Fermín/Ana/Víctor-Álvaro maybe, Kalpas and Sakura perhaps, Dong Mae and Ae Shin I guess, Ijichi and Gojo but also Gojo and Utahime, though these two are newish and probably I should not include them. I don't even know if I would say I ship many of these things, mostly I find the dynamics interesting.

First ship: hmmm I'm not sure. Perhaps Han and Leia when I was nine? Although I got into Star Wars for Anakin and Padmé. I remember having a lot of feelings about Zuko and Katara when I first watched Avatar when I was twelve. Although thinking back it may have been Red/Blue or Otacon/Snake/Meryl, or even Frank/Naomi, back when I was between 5-9 yo.

Last song: I can't recall. Perhaps Blue from Cowboy Bebop? Or Inkpot gods by Amazing Devil. They're actually both linked to the sunrises fic, which is why I listen to them.

Last film: For a few dollars more, again xD

Currently reading: I'm rereading On the Infinite Universe and Worlds by Giordano Bruno. Also comparing two editions of Cantor's Mathematical works, which I don't know if it counts even if it implies reading. Oh and Jujutsu Kaisen! This time steadily, in order, from beginning to end. I'm always taken aback by how much I care about this thing and its characters.

Currently watching: Cowboy Bebop! We're almost done with that, though. I guess you could argue I am also still watching Jujutsu Kaisen, even if I haven't watched an episode since last August. I think I'll give it another try soon. I suck at watching stuff.

Currently consuming: nothing. I have water with me, but nothing. My time or my life, I guess, in a broad sense.

Currently craving: a better life lol Jokes aside, nothing either, besides cherries (I always want cherries). Perhaps a small pastry, pretty but not too sugary. A lemon macaron or a red bean or matcha mochi.

I'm tagging @13eyond13, @cavarage, @bluebellbanshee, @eroshiyda, @nerd-bastard, @wearileigh, @mordredsheart, @jillvalentine, @song-of-amethyst, @whatevsbla, @elegyofthemoon, @redcandieddust, @peregrintook, @cutemercutio, @xonference, @fifteenrubies, @ccprovolomies

I'm tagging everyone ever, but I rarely remember to do these and I've been tagged in things before by many of you so you're all getting tagged. No pressure, though

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

idk if anyone following me here is celebrating but Happy Purim!

today sucked major nuts and I don't have the energy to make Hamantashen but I am going to fix myself a drink, eat prepackaged cookies, and since I have no silly costume to dress up in, I will watch my favourite Englishman dress up in a silly costume

and look super cute

and stare at his best friend like this

He may not have the power to fix me but he sure is helping <3

[arsenicflame]

Izzy Hands can have a little "thinking hes incapable of feeling love" as a treat (for me. the treat is for me)

[mrmeepsmadmind]

he drew the abs on with sharpie, don't fall for the gremlin's tricks

[hidey-writes]

wip wednesday

A skitter of rocks somewhere behind him that could be the wind or nothing, and the decision is made. Shen Wei is running without thought, without direction, the panicked homebound instinct of the abandoned. the grass grey in the darkness, swishing above his knees, hiding burrows and stones big enough to turn an ankle. When he comes back to himself, he’s —  standing on the outcropping where he and Kunlun had gone so many times to speak is there, even though the boulders have long been displaced and even the stars overhead are different. He’s hit with a wave of grief so great he can’t stand. So he sits, and gives up. There’s nobody here to see him fall apart, so he can do it. Great quiet sobs, curled against a rock the closest approximation to the one he’d sat on when Kunlun had named him.

from the down draft of the starlight fic. deciding how to portray shen wei's dirt nap has been extremely fun. figuring out how to convey the experience to the reader has been extremely challenging.

[thiscatiscreepy]

Other people creaturefying the mechs: soooo their ears are longer and pointier, I'll give them a lil tail with some fur at the end, slightly sharper teeth would look good, maybe they'll even have some scales, aww they look so cute :)

Me creaturefying the mechs: what if Ivy was a huge praying mantis.

[puppylustt]

On the Keeping of Spermatophagos Species in Captivity was HORRIFYINGGGGG and i liked it a lot. i read it right after Ovivermicula Vulgaris bc the author linked it at the end and i liked that one more. the description of the worm INSIDE SOLLUXES FUCKING BULGE?? HORRIFYING. AWFUL. DISGUSTING. TERRIFYING. AND I WANT TO READ MORE OF IT.

[rosenfey]

🕯️🕰️ today's addition to the best decisions I've ever made: giving odetta a black streak in her hair.

[illmoraineakoi]

Everyone out here giving Hollow cute moth partners, or pretty mantises or bees or whatnot.

Fuck that, where's the AU where Hollow falls in love with a massive feral Wyrm?

[mcmactictac]

We need more loser bisexuals. I love my hot and sexy bisexuals with all my heart but we can’t all have infinite rizz. Where are the bisexuals who have 0 bitches and can’t flirt to save their lives.

[this-charming-primevalmusic]

EXACTLY

one big thing i think people outside fandom (like, all fandoms, fandom in general, not any particular one) tend to misunderstand is they know it's a subculture of people who are weirdly deeply invested in fictional media, and they hear about drama caused by people in those subcultures being unhinged in not-fun ways, and they think the unhingedness comes from the fact of being overinvested in works of fiction.

which is a natural assumption, but in my experience that's not really the case? like in my experience the drama llamas in fandom are usually not the ones who are just genuinely very deeply into the fiction. i've known people who are basically thinking about star trek or x-men comics or supernatural pretty much 100% of their free time and ime that type of person is usually very nice and surprisingly functional in their regular life. when someone's a constant nexus of fandom drama it's usually not that they are obsessed with the actual work of fiction the fandom is about, it's at least one of the following:

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but their unhealthy parasocial relationships with one or more of the people who created it

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but some elaborate shared-universe subset of fanfic about it that's only barely related to the original at this point, and/or an esoteric reading-against-the-text reinterpretation of the source material (often if the canon is active and ongoing this leads to becoming actively hostile toward it for its inevitably increasing failure to conform to their preferred fanon)

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but the fandom itself and gathering clout within it, so that the source material basically only exists to them as a tool for scoring points in increasingly arcane fandom disputes

and very often you get the same person doing 2 and sometimes even all 3 of these, and that's where the trouble really starts