#like. one second I’m going ‘HELL yeah this FUCKS’

[lilylushes]

idk if u take requests but like... jealous lulu?? i need this in my life pls

I made it smutty AF hope that's okay lol

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“Do you want another drink, baby?” your boyfriend, Luigi asked you, his hand around your waist and mouth touching your ear so you could hear him through the loud music at the bar.

“Yes, please - just another vodka cran would be amazing.” You turned your head to give him a quick kiss.

“Be right back, okay?” he smiles and gives your ass a small slap, walking over to the bar.

You turn back to your friends but they must have gone to the bathroom. You wait at your cocktail table alone, but not for long. A man comes up to you, beginning to flirt with you and asking you questions about what you do, what you like, etc.

“I’m sorry, I’m flattered, but I have a boyfriend who I’m very happy with.”

“Bet he doesn’t treat you as good as I would,” he says, moving towards you and putting his hand on your ass, causing you to back away.

“You have two seconds to get the hell out of this bar before I kick your ass.” You realize that Luigi has returned with your drink. The man removes his hand from you, exchanging a couple of remarks with your boyfriend, before leaving.

“Sorry that happened, baby. Finish that and let’s get out of here, okay?” he leans down to talk into your ear.

For the rest of the time you spend at the bar, Luigi becomes extra protective of you, not leaving your side, always touching you, and asking if you’re okay about once every thirty seconds. His tone is serious and his voice is deep.The alcohol is taking effect and you’re just fine with it, even turned on by it.

On the Uber ride home, Luigi holds your hand, but seems tense. The closer you get to your place, the farther up your thigh your and Luigi’s hands go.

“I’m gonna change, take my makeup off, and go to bed, okay?” you whisper to him as you arrive.

“Yeah, bed sounds great.”

Once you reach your bedroom, before you can go to the bathroom, Luigi grabs you.

“Y/N, you know I don’t like getting jealous, but I couldn’t help it when that creep was talking to you tonight.” he says in a deep, almost groaning voice. His hand goes to your waist and brings you close to him. You can feel tightness in his pants.

You wrap your hands around your boyfriend’s neck. “Lu, you know you’re my one and only. Nobody would make me turn my head. I love you and you’re stuck with me as long as you want, okay?” you smiled at him.

But he wasn’t in that kind of mood. As you leaned in to give him a peck, he crashed your lips together, going into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. You explored each other’s mouths, ripping off one another’s clothes while you came up for air. Your hands were all over each other, and your kisses swallowed your loud moans.

“On your knees, baby - now.” You knew you were in for some mind blowing sex whenever he got this dominant. You sank to your knees, eyes remaining locked with his. He removed his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free.

“Suck me off, baby. Show me what that mouth can do, okay?”

You pump him in your hand for a couple of strokes, licking his veins and playing with his tip and precum.

“I said suck, baby, not tease. You know I cum fast when you do that.”

You let out a flirty, moaning laugh, before taking him into your mouth as far as you could, causing him to gasp.

“God, baby, that mouth is gonna be the death of m- fuck,” he moans, closing his eyes.

You continue blowing him while he has his hands in your hair, occasionally sucking his balls and teasing his tip, which made him drop a series of expletives every time. You look up at him while you suck him off, driving him crazy.

“Those eyes, baby, ugh, I’m gonna cum seeing you on your knees and looking up at me like this while you suck my cock. Yeah, you like having this cock in your mouth?”

You suck him more intensely and passionately, moaning every time you take him. He begins to thrust his cock into your throat.

“Gonna come for you, baby, you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” he struggles between moans.

You moan to acknowledge him, which also causes his release. He brings your head to the base of his cock, grunting while his cum spills down your throat.

He brings his thumb to your chin, the rest of his hand helping to tilt it upwards.

“Show me.”

You open your mouth, still staring into his eyes innocently, showing him that you’ve taken all of his seed.

“Good girl, always such a good girl for me.” He brings his hand out to help you up before holding your face and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. 

“I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much, okay?” he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Get on the bed, baby,” he whispers.

You follow his directions, putting your head on the pillow. He climbs on top of you, kissing you some more while his hands explore the upper half of your body.

“Lu,” you moan, “need you.”

“I know, baby, I just want to worship every part of you. But what my good girl wants, she gets,” he comes up for another kiss.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he says, breaking away and bringing himself to your core.

With that, he wraps his arms around each of your thighs and licks your folds, making you moan. He looks up at you to gauge how good his tongue is making you feel.

“Mmm, love my baby’s pussy so much. You taste so good, dolcezza.”

He takes his right hand to insert 2 fingers into your hole, causing you to clench immediately.

“Gonna cum, baby? Could anyone else make you feel this good, yeah? That fucking douchebag?” while his fingers curl in your cunt, his mouth continues working on your clit.

“N-n-no” is all you can get out. Your moans become louder and stronger.

“Please let me come, Lu, baby, please.” you say, holding onto his curls.

“Go ahead, baby, cum on my mouth, wanna taste my baby girl’s cum.”

With that, you release onto his mouth, making him moan too. He laps up all of your juices before coming back up to your level.

“Mine. All mine.” he says with a smile. You take your index finger to wrap around his chain, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Can you please fuck me now, Lu? Need your cock inside me, need you to fill me up with your cock and cum.”

“Of course, baby. Been waiting to do this all night. You look so hot, had me hard for you all night, just thinking about fucking you the whole time.” 

He lines himself up to your entrance, sliding in slowly, causing both of you to moan while looking into each other’s eyes.

After allowing you to adjust for a few seconds, he begins thrusting in and out at a fast pace. He leans down to connect your foreheads

“You’re mine baby. Fucking mine.”

“I’m all yours, Lu. Only yours.” you tell him with your hands on the sides of his face.

Hearing this made Luigi quicken his thrusts even more. You can tell that he’ll cum soon. He takes your legs from wrapping around his hips and brings them as far back as they’ll go. The new angle has you a moaning mess on the edge of orgasm.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks, gazing into your soul.

“Yours” you moan.

“Say my fucking name, baby.” he replies in a deep, serious voice.

“Yours Luigi, This pussy belongs to you. Nobody could ever fuck me as good as you do.”

He lets out a noise that you can only describe as animalistic, before his thrusts get sloppy.

“Cum with me baby, okay? Love making my pretty girl cum on this cock.”

You unravel beneath him, moaning and gasping, which triggers his own release. He thrusts into you a few more times, pushing his cum up into your cunt, before laying down beside you and bringing you into his chest.

“You’re mine, baby. Can’t live without you. I love you so much.” he takes your hand and kisses it before interlocking your fingers.

“I love you too, baby,” you reply.

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: All That Matters (Part 3)

Part 4

Even with all of Marshall’s efforts—his reassurance, his presence, the way he went out of his way to make you feel like you were the most important thing in his world—some days were still harder than others.

Like today.

He was back in LA for a few days, and you were home in Detroit, going through the motions. The kids kept you busy, but there was always a moment—usually late at night—when the doubt crept back in.

You had been scrolling through your phone, not meaning to fall down the rabbit hole, but one tap led to another, and suddenly, you were staring at a picture from an afterparty.

Marshall wasn’t doing anything wrong.

But there was a woman beside him—one of those up-and-coming singers, all perfect curves and confidence, leaning in just enough to make your stomach twist.

The comments didn’t help.

She’s bad as hell. Imagine them together.

She’d be an upgrade tbh.

They got chemistry.

Your fingers gripped the phone tighter, your breathing shallow.

You knew better than to believe online bullshit. You knew Marshall loved you.

But after everything… it still got to you.

So when your phone rang, and you saw his name pop up, you didn’t answer.

Then he called again.

And again.

You sighed, finally picking up. “Hey.”

“The fuck?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You tell me,” he shot back. “I been callin’ you for an hour.”

You exhaled, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m just tired, Marshall.”

Silence. Then—

“Nah,” he said lowly. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, debating whether to lie. But before you could, he sighed.

“Baby, don’t do that. Just tell me.”

Your throat tightened. “I saw the pictures.”

He was quiet for a second. Then—“What pictures?”

You swallowed. “You and that girl at the afterparty.”

Marshall groaned. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? That chick talked to me for five minutes about music and people start makin’ shit up. You know how this works.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But it still sucks.”

He sighed heavily. “I shoulda taken you with me.”

You frowned. “Marshall, I couldn’t go.”

“I know,” he muttered. “And that’s the problem.”

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I hate bein’ away from you. I hate that you’re sittin’ at home, doubtin’ yourself, when all I wanna do is be there with you.”

Your heart clenched.

“I don’t give a fuck about any of those women,” he said firmly. “I don’t look at them. You’re the only one I see. And if me bein’ in LA or doin’ this music shit is makin’ you feel otherwise, then maybe I gotta change some shit.”

You swallowed hard. “You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

You frowned. “Marshall, your career is huge. You can’t just—”

“I don’t want it if it’s fuckin’ up my marriage.”

Your breath hitched. “Marshall…”

“I’d give it up tomorrow if it meant you’d never question how much I love you.”

Tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t want that.”

He exhaled sharply. “Then tell me what you do want. Tell me how to fix this.”

You wiped at your eyes. “I just… I wanna feel like I’m part of your life, not just waiting on the sidelines.”

Marshall was quiet for a moment. Then—

“Then you will be.”

You sniffled. “What does that mean?”

“It means I ain’t leavin’ you home anymore. If I gotta travel, you and the kids come with me. If there’s an event, you’re by my side. Ain’t no more of this ‘waiting at home’ bullshit.”

Your eyes widened. “That’s not realistic—”

“The fuck it ain’t?” he challenged. “Other people do it. And you ain’t just ‘other people,’ baby. You’re my wife.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

Then, softer, he murmured, “I need you with me.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You inhaled shakily. “Yeah. Okay.”

He sighed in relief. “Good. Now, unlock the door.”

You frowned. “What?”

“The front door. Unlock it.”

Confused, you got up, padding toward the front of the house. You unlocked the door and pulled it open—

And there he was.

Standing on the porch, looking exhausted but so damn there.

Your heart stopped. “You’re supposed to be in LA.”

He smirked. “Yeah, well. My wife needed me.”

Tears slipped down your face as he pulled you into his arms, his grip so tight it left no room for doubt.

You buried your face in his chest, breathing him in, letting his presence melt away every insecurity, every fear.

Marshall pressed a kiss to your hair.

“I got you,” he murmured. “Always.”

And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed him.

[honeycrispappletree]

ivy // hajime iwaizumi ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

masterlist

part 11: nights

by: frank ocean

This is so fucking stupid.

yn mentally sighs, staring up at kuroo’s shared apartment. In one hand, she holds a burned CD she spent all night making, and in the other, her fist is clenched.

yn has never been one for saying sorry. She’s known for being stubborn-one of the most hard-headed people on campus. How she even managed to get herself to iwaizumi’s front door the other day was a mystery to her. But what wasnt a mystery, was realizing she had to make things right.

Apologizing to oikawa was pretty simple. She told him what happened with iwaizumi, and the completion of what he had been working on since middle school put him in such a victorious high, forgiving her was pretty easy. Bokuto wasnt too bad either, she got him his favorite takeout and some mystery figurines he enjoyed. He accepted as a good enough apology, and they were right back on track.

On the other hand, kuroo wasnt so easy. If there is anybody more stubborn than yn, it’s kuroo. He’s always been that way. And when these two stubborn personalities disagree? It’s a battle neither one of them can win, they’ll never give in to the others side. It never gets resolved unless the resident mediator, akaashi, can force them to figure it out.

But akaashi’s not here right now. It’s just yn, standing infront of his apartment complex with a CD in her hand.

A damn CD.

She rolls her eyes, cringing at herself. she knows kuroo has a premium subscription to every music platform there is. So what the hell was the point?

Taking a deep breath, she sits down on the curb in the parking lot and pulls out a cigarette. As she lights it, she decides to text her last resort to fixing.. this. Whatever the hell you would even call this situation she created.

yn internally panics, shutting off her phone and aggressively tossing into the grass beside her. The phrase, ‘i’m screwed’, plays on repeat in her head. This loop of self pitying is interrupted by the sound of footsteps. kuroo rounds the corner, and his gaze lands on her. He freezes, eyebrow quirking up in that cocky way he always does, but this time it’s not paired with the smug smirk. It’s filled with judgment instead of amusement. He can sense the panic in her presence. kuroo came out expecting to find some tweaked out stranger. And in a way... he kind of did.

“Want some coke?” She sighs, immediately regretting her pathetic attempt at a joke. She tosses her cigarette butt to the ground and grinds it under her heel.

He eyes her, then checks his phone, glancing at the text thread with akaashi. "Did I just get set up?"

“Not on purpose," yn mutters, keeping her eyes on the beat-up cars around them, her posture stiff and avoiding his gaze.

kuroo stares at her for a second, reading the tension in the air. Without saying a word, he shoves his phone into his back pocket with a frustrated sigh and drops down next to her on the curb, joining her in looking at the rusting cars parked in the lot. They both avoided eachothers gaze, pretending like some beat up suburu was the most interesting thing in the world.

“I don’t really know what to say,” yn breaks the silence, her voice quieter than usual. She leans forward, her knees drawn up to her chest. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I miss the band.”

She knows how that sounds, but she means it. It’s her fault, all her fault, and she wishes admitting that would make it all go away, but it won’t. kuroo can’t read her mind, so all he took away was words laced with betrayal and bitter lies.

“Yeah, I miss the band too,” kuroo replies, his tone strained. “But I didn’t get a choice in why I’m missing it. You did.” His jaw clenches, fists tightening as he stares at his knuckles going white.

yn feels the weight of his words hit her, the guilt gnawing at her. She wants to run, leave the whole thing behind. But she can’t. She couldn’t live with herself if she got up and let this simmer for the rest of her life. yn isn’t always right, and she’s not perfect either, as much as she tries to be. Tonight is the night she’d let herself admit it.

“I know I fucked it up. The band. I know,” she says, the words tasting sorry on her tongue. She bites down on her lower lip, struggling to find the right thing to say. “I chose myself over all of us. I thought I was doing the right thing by prioritizing me and my future. But that’s not what it was it all. I see that now. It was selfish.”

Her voice falters slightly as she pushes the words out. She can’t look at him, afraid of seeing the anger and hatred on his face. But she pushes through anyway. “I thought I was pursuing my goals. But I wasn’t. I just thought I knew the perfect way to get what I’ve always wanted. I should’ve known better. Thay wasn’t the way to do it, and that’s not what I fucking wanted, not at all.”

The silence that follows feels like a rejection. She thinks he’ll get up and tell her to go to hell, and that she should have never came here. kuroo doesn’t say anything, just stares at the fading light of the sun as it dissapears lower below the horizon. yn picks at her fingernails, stealing quick glances at him, trying to understand what he’s thinking , but yn isn’t a mind reader either. The weird tension in the air stays foreign.

His voice is low and measured when he speaks up, but there's something fragile behind his eyes. "I can’t say confidently that I wouldn’t have taken that deal if he offered it to me."

yn blinks, surprised. She hadn’t expected that. She’d never thought she’d hear kuroo admit to possibly making a stupid mistake that she made.

He continues, his tone almost thoughtful. “Maybe I would’ve. Maybe I wouldn’t have. No way to know for sure.” He uncurls his fists and looks over at her. “But if I did, and realized how much of a dick Miya is… which I one hundred percent would, I’d probably be wishing for a little mercy from the band. From you.”

yns eyes widen, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Something about her unusual vulnerability must’ve made him feel bad, or maybe it made him realize something about himself.

The parking lot is almost completely dark now, the sky shifting into deep blues as the first stars begin to appear. Shadows stretch across the lot, but somehow, they don’t feel so uneasy to look at.

“Are we good?” yn asks, her voice smaller now, unsure if he’s really forgiven her.

kuroo looks at her for a moment, then l lets himself fall backwards, stretching out on the grass behind them. That damn smirk plays at the edges of his lips. “Yeah. We’re good.”

She looks at him staring up at the sky, a content expression spreading across his face. yn follows, letting herself drop beside him, looking up at the stars. For the first time in what feels like forever, all the tension of these past weeks has vanished.

“I wasn’t begging for your mercy, by the way,” she says, her voice teasing, a small grin pulling at her lips.

kuroo scoffs, amusement in his voice. “Guess I’ll have to go back to making fake accounts, shitting on your every move. But I won’t connect my phone number this time, don’t you worry.”

She laughs softly, feeling lighter. She closes her eyes, letting the cool moonlight brush over her face. It feels soft against her skin, like its silently pulling all her mistakes away.

“Shut up,” she murmurs, the smile still lingering. kuroo chuckles, the sound warm and familiar.

When they both bid their goodbyes later that night, yn completly forgets about the CD. All the care she put into filling it with beach volleyball’s songs, kuroo’s favorite bands (and some of yn’s favorites that kuroo hates), had whisped away from her mind. It sat hidden in the grass for awhile after that night, until a passerby stumbled upon it. Out of curiosity, they took it home and listened to it front to back with some friends. Beach volleyball acquired a few more fans that day.

That damn CD.

more!

in a weird way kuroo and yns shared stubbordness is what makes them good friends

"im not saying saying sorry for shit" "yeah no why would you"

some high schoolers found the cd and are now beach volleyball fans and think they are so cool and underground

"oh my favorite band? yeah you prolly never heard of them..."

inspired them to start a band

when yn told oikawa what happened w iwaizumi he started acting like he won the world cup

he thought he would never feel victory after not making it to nationals but he was wrong

HIS PASSION PROJECT SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL

"i gotta write a book about this"

bokuto is a sucker for some smiskis

akaashi acts like he doesnt want to mediate but he loves being right and fixing problems, boosts the ego or wtv

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a/n: i... updated... ivy? who am i. this definetly has mistakes my bad. I TRIED TO MAKE THIS PLATONIC AS POSSIBLE THEY R FRIENDS. iwaizumi will be returning soon i swear. so will osamu lol (w evil intent). i LOVE FRANK OCEAN. ok thats it luv u ppl in my computer byee

[s4svnn]

Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

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Chapter Thirty Three

My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at him, my fingers unconsciously tightening around the edge of the counter. A million thoughts crashed into me all at once, each one louder than the next, but only one question managed to escape my lips.

"How are you here right now?"

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes watching me with quiet amusement. He looked completely at ease, as if this wasn’t the most surreal, intrusive thing in the world. As if he hadn’t just waltzed back into my life out of nowhere.

His lips curled into the faintest smirk. “I flew in this morning.”

His voice. Smooth, deep, familiar in a way that made my stomach twist uncomfortably.

I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, like he had expected that question. “I wanted to see you.”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. He wanted to see me? After everything? Just like that?

I shook my head, anger bubbling up through the initial shock. “Yeah, no. I don’t have time for whatever game you think you’re playing, so do us both a favor and leave.”

I turned back to the register, deliberately avoiding his gaze, hoping—praying—he’d take the hint.

But of course, he didn’t.

“No,” he said simply.

I froze. My head snapped back up, my eyes narrowing into a glare. “No?” I repeated, incredulity laced in my voice.

Jungkook’s gaze was steady, unwavering. He wasn’t smirking anymore, wasn’t wearing that smug, unreadable expression. He was just… looking at me.

My chest tightened, my fists clenching at my sides. “You made it damn well clear that you were only using me,” I hissed, my voice low but sharp. “So why the fuck are you here now?”

Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

His jaw tensed, his fingers pressing against the counter like he was holding something back. But then, his expression shifted—just slightly, just enough. A flicker of something I couldn’t quite place crossed his features, something I almost wanted to believe was regret.

But I wasn’t going to fall for it.

I scoffed, shaking my head again. “Unbelievable.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping an octave. “I never used you.”

I let out a hollow laugh. “Oh, really? That’s funny, because from where I’m standing, that’s exactly what it felt like.”

He didn’t respond right away. He just stood there, watching me like he was trying to find the right words, like he knew anything he said would never be enough. And he was right. It wouldn’t be.

I had spent too long trying to make sense of what we were, of him, of the way he made me feel like I was something, only to rip it all away the second it got too real. I wasn’t about to let him do it again.

I took a step back. “Just leave, Jungkook.”

But he didn’t move.

Instead, he leaned in ever so slightly, his voice low and deliberate.

“I can’t.”

My breath hitched slightly at his words, my body tensing as I processed them. I should have been furious—hell, I was furious—but there was something in the way he said it, something in the way his voice dropped, like it was heavier than he wanted it to be.

My lips parted, my voice unconsciously quieter now, hesitant. “What do you mean you can’t?”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his fingers flexing against the counter like he was debating something, like he was trying to figure out how much to say.

“I just… can’t,” he said finally, his tone rougher now, like the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

That wasn’t good enough.

I shook my head, my hands pressing into the counter to steady myself. “That’s not an answer, Jungkook.” My voice was sharper now, regaining its edge despite the lingering shock. “You don’t get to show up here after months of silence, after making me feel like I meant nothing, and just drop cryptic bullshit like that.”

His jaw clenched. His hands curled into loose fists at his sides, and for the first time, he looked… frustrated. Maybe even pissed off. But it wasn’t the usual detached arrogance he carried—it was something else.

Something raw.

“You think it was easy for me?” he muttered, almost to himself, before shaking his head. His eyes met mine again, and for once, they weren’t guarded. 

I scoffed. “You sure as hell made it look that way.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what was it like?” I shot back, stepping out from behind the counter now, needing to put space between us but also needing to see him, to understand why he was doing this.

He looked down for a moment, pressing his lips together before looking back at me. And when he did, I felt something in my chest tighten.

Because there was something in his eyes—something torn, something conflicted.

Something that looked too much like regret.

“I thought it was the right thing to do,” he said finally, voice quieter now.

A humorless laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it. “Oh, really?”

His expression darkened. “You don’t understand—”

“No, I don’t,” I interrupted, my heart pounding now. “Because you never let me. You just do what you want because all you want is control.”

Jungkook’s eyes burned into mine, his chest rising and falling with barely contained frustration. Then, out of nowhere, his voice erupted—sharp, raw, and laced with something I couldn’t quite name.

"What control?!"

I flinched at the sudden outburst, my body going rigid as my breath caught in my throat. My mouth fell open slightly, but no words came out.

I just stared at him.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight, his expression stormy. “I don’t have control over anything—not my own goddamn thoughts, not my own feelings, and not my own fucking life.” His voice dropped, still rough but quieter, like he was forcing himself to rein it in. “Everything i’ve ever done has been dictated by others and i’m so fucking sick of it. I’m so fucking sick of having to play by the rules so that the people around me are happy whilst I’m left to overthink about shit that no one else seems to care about. I tried to leave you behind. I tried to move on. But you know what?”

I swallowed, still too stunned to respond.

He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You never left my fucking head. No matter how far I ran, no matter how much I tried to push it all down, you were always there.” His hands curled into fists at his sides, his gaze locking onto mine like I was the only thing anchoring him in place. “And it’s driving me insane.”

Something inside me wavered, but I fought it down. I crossed my arms over my chest, schooling my face into something cold, something detached—even though my heart was thundering against my ribs.

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” I asked, my voice sharp despite the way my stomach twisted at his words.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his tongue running over his bottom lip as his hands found his hips. He looked away for a brief second, shaking his head like he was at war with himself. 

For a second, he looked like he wanted to say something—needed to say something. His lips parted slightly, but then he hesitated, as if the words were stuck in his throat. His hands twitched at his sides, his whole body tense like he was barely holding himself together.

His reaction only fueled my anger.

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “What? Nothing to say?” I taunted, my voice colder than even I expected. “No clever comeback? No denial?” I tilted my head, my eyes narrowing. “You made your choice, Jungkook. And now, you think you can just show up and—what? Say a few pretty words and expect everything to be fine?”

His jaw clenched harder, his nostrils flaring slightly.

“You don’t understand—”

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” I cut him off, stepping forward now, the anger burning too hot in my chest to hold back. “I was the fool, wasn’t I? The stupid designer who got played, just like Jade wanted. And you? You let her. You let me think I was nothing more than some temporary distraction while you went back to her.” My voice wavered slightly, but I refused to break, refused to let him see just how deeply his choices had cut me.

Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes darkening with frustration. “You think that’s what happened?” His voice was low, edged with something sharp, something almost dangerous.

I folded my arms across my chest, tilting my chin up defiantly. “I know that’s what happened.”

Jungkook let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. “You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“Decide the narrative before I even have a chance to explain,” he shot back, his voice laced with frustration. “You paint me as the villain so it’s easier to hate me. And maybe I fucking deserve that. But you don’t even know the half of it.”

I stared at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my heart pounding against my ribs. “Then enlighten me,” I challenged, voice quieter now, but no less sharp. “Go on, Jungkook. Tell me how I’m wrong.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident in the way he exhaled, in the way his fingers curled into fists before flexing again. He was holding something back—I could feel it.

But then, just as quickly, he let out a dry, humorless laugh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I did.”

I blinked, caught off guard by his tone.

Jungkook’s gaze flickered, searching my face, like he was looking for some kind of opening, some kind of permission to be honest. But instead of speaking, he did something that sent a chill down my spine.

He stepped closer.

Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. Close enough that the scent of his cologne—rich, intoxicating—wrapped around me like a memory I didn’t want to relive. My breath hitched, but I didn’t move back. I couldn’t.

I took a breath, steadying myself. “I’ve moved on, Jungkook.”

His expression didn’t change at first—just a flicker of something unreadable behind his dark eyes. “Moved on?”

I nodded, forcing my voice to stay firm. “Yeah.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Then, his jaw ticked, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he exhaled sharply through his nose.

“What,” he said, his voice low, dangerous, “with your fucking boss?”

I froze.

My stomach dropped, my breath caught in my throat. My lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Because how the hell did he know that?

Jungkook let out a bitter scoff, shaking his head. “What? No snarky comeback?” His voice was sharp, biting. “No denial?”

I forced myself to blink, to recover. “How do you—”

His laugh was humorless. “You think I don’t know?” His eyes were burning now, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. “You say I don’t care about you, but here I am, thousands of miles away, still keeping tabs on you, even when you want nothing to do with me.”

My pulse was racing. I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. “You—”

“I what?” He took a step forward, closing the distance between us, his voice dropping lower. “I shouldn’t know? I shouldn’t care?” He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked onto mine. “Too fucking bad, because I do.”

I swallowed hard, my mind scrambling to keep up. “That’s—”

“That’s what, huh?” Jungkook’s lips twisted into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, wasn’t quite a sneer. “Crazy? Possessive?” He let out another humorless chuckle. “I don’t give a shit. You think you can just move on and pretend like none of this meant anything?”

My fingers curled into fists at my sides. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Oh no?” His voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing. “So what, then? You just got bored of waiting and decided to settle for some guy who signs your paychecks?”

I felt my own anger flare up at that, my body tensing. “Don’t talk about him like that.”

Jungkook let out a short, bitter laugh. “Wow.” He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching. “You really think this guy gives a shit about you.”

My stomach twisted, but I refused to let him see it. "I don’t need your opinion on my relationship."

"Relationship," he scoffed, shaking his head. "You’re calling it that like it means something." His eyes flickered with something dangerous. "Does he even know you the way I do?"

I scoffed. "I don’t think—I know. You didn’t care to actually know me, Jungkook. You just wanted to keep me under control. The rules, the expectations, the way you always had to have the last word—it wasn’t about us, it was about you and whatever need you had to dictate everything."

His jaw tightened, and for a second, I thought he might actually acknowledge it. But instead, he let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "That’s bullshit."

"Is it?" I shot back, stepping forward now, the heat of my anger burning too hot to contain. "Then tell me, Jungkook. What the fuck do you even know about me? You never put in the effort to find out when we lived together, so what makes you think you have the right to act like you care now?"

His eyes flashed, something unreadable flickering behind them. "That’s not fair—"

"Not fair?" I cut him off, my voice rising. "You don’t get to stand here and act like you know anything about me when you never bothered to try. You just set rules, made sure I stayed in my place, and convinced yourself that was enough. But it wasn’t."

His fingers curled into fists at his sides, his whole body taut with frustration. "You weren’t just some fucking—project to me."

"Then what was I?" I challenged, my heart pounding.

Jungkook’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze locked onto mine. But he didn’t answer.

I let out a dry laugh. "That’s what I thought."

“Aylah I–”

Before Jungkook could finish—another voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"You need to leave."

Jungkook’s head turned slightly, and my stomach twisted as Adam stepped forward, his presence solid, unwavering. He didn’t touch me, didn’t grab my arm or make some grand protective gesture, but the way he stood beside me, the way his voice held that quiet authority, said enough.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk, the sharp edge of it making something uneasy settle in my chest. "Who the fuck are you?"

Adam’s expression remained calm, unreadable. "Someone who doesn’t want to see her dragged into whatever game you think you’re playing."

Jungkook let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Man, you guys love that word, huh? ‘Game.’ Like I’m just out here wasting my time for fun." He tilted his head, looking Adam up and down before his gaze flickered back to mine. "So, this is him? The guy you settled for?"

I tensed, but before I could respond, Adam spoke, his voice steady. "She doesn’t owe you an explanation."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Look at you. All protective." He clapped his hands together mockingly before shoving them in his pockets. "You got her all figured out, huh?"

My breath caught, and Adam stiffened slightly beside me. "At least I know how to treat her like a person, not something to control."

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor behind it—only cold calculation. He leaned in just enough for his words to reach Adam’s ear, his voice low and lethal.

"I’d watch your mouth if i were you, I can buy this café and have you sleeping on the streets by the end of the week."

Adam stiffened, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. He just held Jungkook’s gaze, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

Jungkook let the threat hang in the air for a moment before stepping back. His expression smoothed out into something almost indifferent, like none of this had even mattered to him. Then, just as he reached the door, he paused.

Turning his head slightly, he locked eyes with me, his stare unreadable yet piercing, sending a chill down my spine.

"I’ll see you around."

And with that, he walked out, the door swinging shut behind him with a finality that didn’t sit right in my chest.

I stood there, my heart still hammering against my ribs, my mind scrambling to process what had just happened.

Adam’s voice broke through the tense silence. "Are you okay?"

I swallowed, shaking my head slightly to clear the lingering weight of Jungkook’s gaze. "Yeah, are you?… What did he say to you?"

Adam hesitated. It was brief, almost unnoticeable, but I caught it. His shoulders squared, his expression neutral as he shook his head. "Nothing. Don’t worry about it."

"Are you sure?" I frowned, unconvinced, but before I could press him further, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Go home, AJ. Get some rest."

I exhaled slowly, nodding. But as I grabbed my things and stepped outside into the night, the feeling in my chest didn’t go away. Because no matter how hard I tried to push it down, I couldn’t shake the weight of Jungkook’s words.

I’ll see you around.

Jungkook’s POV:

The city stretched endlessly beneath him, a dazzling maze of neon lights and restless movement, but Jungkook barely noticed any of it. The vibrant skyline, usually a source of comfort or distraction, felt distant and detached, a blur of colors that failed to hold his attention. Instead, his gaze remained locked on his own reflection in the towering floor-to-ceiling window of his hotel suite, the faint glow of the city casting sharp angles across his tired features. His dark eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, were clouded with frustration, his brows drawn together in a tight furrow as his thoughts spiraled in endless circles.

Dressed in nothing but a loosely tied robe, his skin still warm from the shower he had taken in an attempt to clear his mind, he stood rigid, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as if physically holding himself together. Every muscle in his body was strung tight with pent-up frustration, his jaw clenching so hard it ached. His chest rose and fell in slow, controlled breaths, but it did little to quell the storm brewing inside him. The events of the night replayed over and over in his mind, each moment fueling his anger, his regret, his overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Then, as if the weight of it all suddenly became unbearable, he let out a sharp, guttural groan, his hands raking down his face before falling limply to his sides. His fingers twitched as he exhaled heavily, his shoulders sagging slightly under the crushing pressure of emotions he had spent too long trying to suppress.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough and edged with frustration, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. It wasn’t enough to encapsulate everything he was feeling—not even close—but it was the only thing that managed to escape his lips. The only thing that felt remotely within his control.

He was an idiot. A complete fucking idiot. He’d flown across the world to see her, to try and make things right, and yet the second he was in front of her, all he’d done was let his anger and jealousy take control. He hadn’t said the things that mattered. He hadn’t told her what she actually needed to hear. Instead, he’d pushed, provoked, and now? Now she was slipping further away.

His fingers rubbed at his tired eyes as he exhaled sharply, racking his brain for something—anything—that could fix this. What could he do? Buy her something? No, she wasn’t the type to be won over by gifts. Show up at her place again? No, she’d just shut the door in his face. Apologize?

Jaw tight, he rubbed at his eyes, trying to force his thoughts into something coherent. There had to be something he could do, some way to shift things back in his favor. Apologies weren’t enough, and words alone wouldn’t fix this—not after everything. He needed more than that.

His fingers drummed restlessly against the edge of the desk, his mind racing. And then, as if the answer had been lurking just beneath the surface, a thought took hold.

Slowly, his hand stilled. His expression hardened, resolve settling into his features as he reached for his phone. His fingers moved without hesitation, finding the number he needed. The line rang twice before a voice picked up on the other end, casual and expectant.

Jungkook’s grip on the phone tightened.

"I need you to do one more thing for me," Jungkook said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

There was a pause, followed by a low chuckle. "I’m all ears, man."

Jungkook inhaled slowly, his grip tightening around the phone. "I need you to get me someone’s phone number. You think you can do that?"

The person on the other end let out an amused laugh. "Give me ten minutes tops. Whose number we talking about?"

Jungkook gave the name.

There was a beat of silence before the response came. "I’m on it."

As the call ended, Jungkook set his phone down on the desk, exhaling slowly. His fingers drummed against the surface, his mind racing with possibilities. This was a risk. A long shot.

But as he stared back out at the glowing city below, he muttered under his breath, "This better work."

Jade’s POV:

Jade’s heels clicked sharply against the floor as she stormed into her office, her pulse already quickening with irritation. The tension in her jaw was palpable as she flung her coat over the back of the chair, her gaze hard and unyielding.

“Where is he?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. Her eyes were trained on the secretary, who was standing nervously at the edge of the doorway, her fingers twisting in her hands.

The secretary hesitated, her breath hitching in her throat. “H-He went to London, ma’am,” she stuttered, her voice shaky under the weight of Jade’s intense gaze.

Jade’s brows furrowed, her fingers curling into tight fists at her sides. “London?” she repeated, her tone colder than ice. The secretary nodded, her eyes darting downward.

“Y-Yes, he said he had some business to take care of.”

Jade’s lips curled into a tight smirk, but it was more a gesture of disdain than anything resembling amusement. She crossed her arms over her chest, the slow hum of annoyance settling deep within her chest.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll deal with this myself,” she muttered under her breath before addressing the secretary once more, her voice dripping with venom. “Get out of my sight.”

The secretary’s eyes widened in fear as she scrambled to gather her things, fumbling as she rushed to leave. Jade didn’t even spare her a second glance, her mind already shifting into a different gear as she took a seat at her desk. She crossed her legs slowly, her heels tapping rhythmically against the polished wood of the desk beneath her.

Her gaze flicked down to her hands as she rested them on the surface, the tap of her finger against the desk breaking the silence. She was irritated, yes, but she knew she wasn’t powerless. No one ever got the best of her, not for long. And Jungkook... Jungkook would realize just how much he needed her. He always did.

“London, huh?” she muttered to herself with a smirk, her eyes narrowing. She leaned back in her chair, watching the light glint off the smooth surface of her desk. Her mind was already working, a plan forming in the back of her head, a strategy for getting exactly what she wanted.

Without missing a beat, she reached for her phone, dialing a number she knew all too well. She brought the phone to her ear, her eyes dark and calculating. The moment the line clicked, she spoke with cool precision. “You better have everything under control.” she said, her voice cold and authoritative.

The voice on the other end responded with quiet assurance. “Don’t worry, I do.”

Jade’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She was playing a game, and she was going to make sure it went her way. “Keep her in check,” she commanded, her voice low but firm. “I don’t want him slipping up.”

There was a brief pause before the voice spoke again, more assured this time. “I am.”

Jade’s lips curled into a slow smile, but there was nothing pleasant about it. It was the smile of someone who knew they had the upper hand. “Good,” she murmured, satisfaction threading through her voice. Her eyes flickered with something darker. “Oh and don’t forget, blood’s thicker than water. You get too close, and I’ll remind you of that. Your loyalty has its limits, but mine is unwavering.”

She leaned forward, her gaze intense, her fingers curling around the phone. “Finish this,” she added, her tone laced with finality.

Without waiting for a response, Jade ended the call, her smile lingering—cold, calculating—as she slowly leaned back in her chair. Her fingers drummed thoughtfully against the armrest, the faintest hint of satisfaction curling at the edges of her lips. Jungkook might have convinced himself that he was taking control, that he was running off to do things his way—but she knew better. She’d played this game far too long to let anyone, least of all a pathetic little designer, help Jungkook slip through her fingers. The pieces were in motion, and she’d make sure they both stayed within bounds.

[nilla03]

𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐿𝐸𝐷 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝐴𝑅𝐸

𝑃𝑙𝑜𝑡： 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠： 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑔 eren！

You knew you were playing with fire.

Turning off your location? Blocking eren on everything? Going out to his friends club like he wasn’t gonna find out?

Yeah. You were asking for it.

But after that argument earlier, you didn’t care. You weren’t about to sit at home and wait for him to cool off. If he was gonna act like he ran shit, then so could you. So now, you were posted up in VIP, looking like a dream—pink mini dress hugging your curves, glossy lips wrapped around a straw as you sipped your cocktail, legs crossed as your friends hyped you up. The music thumped through the club, the energy electric, and for a little while, you let yourself relax.

But then, you felt it.

That shift in the air. A weight heavy enough to make your skin prickle, your stomach twist.

And before you could even react, a familiar hand gripped your wrist. Your heart jumped. “What the f—”

Eren was right there. Big, broad, tatted, and pissed the fuck off.

He didn’t say shit. Just shot you a look that made your mouth snap shut before he yanked you up from the couch.

“What the hell-!” One of your girls started, but Reiner’s friend- who just so happened to own the club—was already smirking, shaking his head.

“Nah, let him handle that.” Your best friend was shocked by his response, you heard her cooking up some argument with him before he cut her off “nah, I’m takin’ you home too”

Handle you? And oh, was he about to.

“Eren, stop—” you huffed, heels barely keeping up as he dragged you through the club like you weighed nothing.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t acknowledge the stares.

Didn’t even slow down before he was tossing you over his shoulder like a rag doll.

You gasped, smacking his back. “Put me down!” eren just chuckled, dark and low, one heavy hand gripping the back of your thigh.

“Nah” he murmured, voice thick with warning. “You outta your damn mind if you think I’m lettin’ this slide.” Your stomach flipped.

Because the second he got you home?

Yeah. You were done for.

The car ride home was silent. You sat with your arms crossed, still fuming, but your body betrayed you—heart racing, thighs pressed together, skin still buzzing from the way he’d manhandled you.

Eren?

He just drove, jaw tight, fingers flexing over the wheel like he was holding himself back.

The second you stepped into your shared apartment, you turned on him, ready to let him have it.

“What the hell is wrong with you—”

But before you could finish, Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp.

"You really think I was just gonna let you pull that shit?" His voice was low, vibrating against your skin.

You swallowed, tilting your chin up in defiance. "I can do whatever I-" Eren cut you off with a rough chuckle, shaking his head before gripping your jaw.

"Yeah?" His golden eyes darkened.

You knew that look. Knew exactly what was coming next.

And the way his fingers trailed down, teasing the hem of your dress, the way his grip tightened—firm, possessive, —had you forgetting why you were mad in the first place.

[agardenandlibrary]

Books Read in January 2025

I read a lot of books this month!

Hunting Ground by Patricia Briggs (re-read) – Myth made a reference to characters from this book and I literally didn’t remember them at all, so I thought. Well. I’ll just re-read it. It was a good time the second time around too.

The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez – (for the podcast) I’m going to read whatever Jimenez writes. I added this one to my TBR after reading The Spear Cuts Through Water and I really liked it. Some good old fashioned messed up science fiction!!

Cryoburn by Lois McMaster Bujold – “Count Vorkosigan?” I KNEW IT WAS COMING. STILL. OUCHIES. I have a wrap-up podcast episode I’m going to do for the rest of the books in this series. Many thoughts.

Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen by Lois McMaster Bujold – I’m so glad Cordelia gets a break from running everything and gets to have her and Aral’s six children. And also be on a planet that makes her scientist heart so happy. I’m so happy to learn about their throuple. It was great to get to know Oliver.

The World We Make by N.K. Jemisin – This was a very good duology! It suffered a little from being cut from 3 books to 2. But given the (first) Trump presidency, and the Covid pandemic, and the ramping up of prejudice in the US (already bad), I'm not surprised that Jemisin opted to spend less time writing in this world. Gonna be rotating this one in my mind for a while.

The Once and Future Sex by Eleanor Janega – I had fun with this one! Medieval (theological?) views on women. @oldshrewsburyian has some THOUGHTS on this book linked here. According to your local friendly medievalist, don’t start with this one.

Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear by Seanan McGuire – These are always kinda fucked up. (complimentary) I keep saying that I need to re-read the first one and I finally put it on hold at the library.

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire – yeah!!! YEAH!! I was right. This one is my favorite.

Sunbringer by Hannah Kaner – (for the podcast) what the hell. What the hell. It took a while to get into this one, which I think is because everyone was split up (WAIL). But I could barely put it down for the last half so. I’m looking forward/very scared of book 3 this year!!

Stargazy Pie, Bee Sting Cake, Whiskeyjack by Victoria Goddard – I finally started the Greenwing and Dart books! Stargazy Pie was. Not very good. There were some good bits in there! But overall, not the same quality as the rest of her work. The good news is that Bee Sting Cake was so immediately better!!

Currently Reading:

Blackcurrant Fool by Victoria Goddard

Around the World in 80 Games by Marcus du Sautoy (audiobook)

[iloveelvisss]

In Came Sunnie

Summary: Based heavily on Girl of my best friend. Cassandra Barlowe, budding film star, gets her breakout role in Kissin’ Cousins. Playing the youngest of the Tatum girls, her character’s name is Sunnie. Elvis takes an IMMEDIATE liking to her, and upon introducing her to his intimate inner circle, she becomes extremely close to one Jerry Schilling. Can Elvis knock his own feelings for the sake of his best friend’s happiness?

Ranges from 1964 and onward.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x female OC- Cassandra (Sunnie) Barlowe

18+ so minors dni

Chapter 1: In Came Sunnie

Warnings/Triggers: mentions of sex, cussing, references to a slight foot fetish?? If you see anymore, lmk!!

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Cassandra Schilling. Elvis hated how it sounded. He couldn’t even bring himself to say it out loud, in fear of quite literally making himself gag. If he would’ve known that this would be the outcome, he would’ve never invited her to the Perugia Way house after filming wrapped.

He thought it would be like any other time he’d brought home a costar. They’d hang off him and reserve their attention for only him. But fuck if Cassandra was just the opposite. She’d almost immediately branched off from him to socialize from the second she’d entered the home. And by the end of it all, she was perched comfortably right beside Jerry. And damn it all if Elvis couldn’t bring himself to intervene. Jerry had been so lonely lately, and was finding it hard to find a girl who’d talk to him for the soul purpose of, well, talking to him. They’d always used him to get to Elvis. But Cassandra was different, she seemed genuinely interested in Jerry, and Elvis just didn’t find it right to take that smile from his friend’s face.

And now here Elvis was, holding himself together miraculously as he stared at the newly placed engagement ring on Cassandra’s finger. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear the guys hollering over Jerry and congratulating him for finally finding the balls to propose, but he just couldn’t break away from his deafening thoughts. Why the hell was he so stuck on this? He’d only wanted to sleep with Cassandra when he made the choice to bring her over that night, so why was he so physically ill over her being engaged to his best friend?

“EP! Ya good?”

Elvis looked up to find Charlie standing over him, a look of concern on his face.

“Yeah, man. Where’s ol’ Jerry boy at?”

*

She was gorgeous. Her smile was something out of this world. Elvis had the single thought that her character’s name matched her extremely well. She looked like sunshine.

It was strange— the stirring in his stomach. He’d only felt anything of the sort when he’d met Priscilla, but even then, it really wasn’t this prominent. Elvis had the most intense want— no need— to fuck Cassandra Barlowe silly.

And the rest of filming went in the same fashion. Elvis undressing her with his eyes, and to his knowledge, her not having a clue. She was just sweet, laidback and happy to do whatever entailed the most adventure.

“I think ‘m gon’ call ya Sunnie,” Elvis stared at her as they were supposed to be going over some lines together. She was splayed perfectly against the porch set of the Tatum’s cabin, giving him an amazing view of her legs— and not to mention her cute little sooties. Such perfect sooties, he thought to himself.

She gives him a small smile, “what? Like my character?”

Elvis nods. “Mhm. I think it suits ya, plus I give nicknames to a lot of my friends.”

“And I’m your friend?”

“Yes. Well, I- I- if ya wanna be,” He nervously scratches the back of his neck, a habit he’s had all his life.

Sunnie just smiles, and Elvis notices how her eyes sparkle when she does so. And then he remembers something. “Ah, shit.”

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

He looks away, suddenly finding the fake water well very interesting, “One o’ my pal’s name is Sonny. Can’t exactly be callin’ ya that, I don’t really wanna think ‘bout him when ‘m talkin’ to ya.”

Sunnie looks up at him again, quite obviously holding back a giggle. And Elvis feels the corner of his mouth quirking up at her expression.

“I don’t mind. Just so long as you specify that I’m the better Sunnie.”

Elvis finds himself grinning for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of ten minutes. He sticks his hand out for her to shake, “Deal.”

*

After congratulating Jerry and giving him one of his many cigarillos, Elvis finds himself trying to quietly slip away to his bedroom. He didn’t want to celebrate the impending union of the girl he planned on making his in a way and one of his best friends. He’d much rather just down his drug cocktail and will sleep to take him.

But he stops short. A voice, the voice he really didn’t want to hear tonight rings out softly behind him as he climbs the stairs in the kitchen.

“Elvis?”

There she was, all glorious sunshine and hairspray. His Sunnie. Damn her and her ability to make him soften the second he sees her sweet face. “Hi there, Sunnie. Whatcha doin’ in here?”

“You know, I could ask you the same thing. Did ya not like the party? I- I could ask Jerry to move the party somewhere else…”

Elvis shakes his head, his eyes crinkling as he gives her a soft smile, “No, ‘m jus’ fine. Jus’ gon’ head on up to bed. That alright?”

Sunnie returns the smile. And in the dim lighting of the stairwell, Elvis thinks he sees her eyes flash. But in a split second it’s gone and she exudes that golden shine she’s known for. “Of course. Thank you for letting us use Graceland for this. Good night,” and with that, she turns and leaves him where she found him.

He finishes his journey upstairs and collapses on his bed, and he’s still in this position an hour later when he decides maybe it’s time he give that little girl he met in Germany her very own diamond ring. The Colonel and Cilla’s parents had been enforcing the idea for months anyways, and maybe in doing so, he could finally get that sunshine smile out of his head.

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Very short first chapter because I really just want to know if anyone would even read this if I kept writing it. But I already love my sweet Sunnie girl, so if this at all caught your eye, PLEASE lmk!! Enjoy, much love😙.

Tags: @queenstarlight @jhoneybees @atleastpleasetelephone (lmk if you wanna be added)

[redhotarsenic]

Tablet’s about to die so here’s what I got done so faaaar 🙏🙏🙏

[fujii-draws]

OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.

[mylove-thresher]

I keep trying to post shit I been drawing lately BUT I CANT. I CANNOT BRING MYSELF TO. THE WORMS INSIDE MY HEAD DO NOT APPROVE OF THEM. I CANNOT FUCKING DRAW. PUT ME DOWN. I DONT FEEL THE SILLY IN ME.

[raskies456]

on second thought, most of y’all never did actually figure out the whole aphobia being perpetuated by joke posts equating asexuality with cringiness thing so idk why im surprised to see so many of y’all falling for the same exact shit when it comes to polyamory

[designernishiki]

next task on my trophy crusade is winning all the climax battles and so far I’ve won all of them except the ultimate section and hoo boy. let me tell you. my hands fucking Hurt

[tiredsadpeach]

Did not need that lmao

[fingertipsmp3]

That last post just reminded me of something honestly mind-boggling that that friend did

[tonycries]

Cause, I Love Freaks!

Synopsis. The question isn’t whether he can make you squírt - it’s how and where.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, squírting, unprotected, creampíe, exhíbitionism (Sukuna’s and Choso’s), bréeding, Shiu cameo, messy, oral (fem receiving), fíngering, Sukuna’s thigh tattoos, thigh ríding chokíng, overstím, finger suckíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.1k

A/N. I think I’m in some early ovulation week because…

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Prove it.

Now, does Toji know he’s the best you’ve ever had in bed? Of course.

Is he proud of how he’s done everything and anything - had you folded in half underneath him, stuffed from all ends, and cumming harder than any other loser before him did? Hell yeah. 

Does it bother him when Shiu makes some off-hand comment about how he’s able to make someone squirt? Well, it was hard not to when the man just laughs right in Toji’s dumbfounded face, saying something about how your pretty pussy is “missing out” and to come to Shiu if you want to have a good time.

Surely, that stupid conversation doesn’t bother him, right? Right?

Wrong. 

He was going to prove that bastard Shiu wrong. 

“Damn. Not that one either.”

If you could, you’d probably let out a sob - but right now, you’re too cockdrunk to even think let alone cry. Unsure if you’re even breathing as Toji wrestles your limp body - still twitching and sensitive from your nth high - upright on his lap. Whispering a ragged, “Guess we just hafta try again. Right, doll?”

“Please!” you let out a strangled yelp as Toji’s big hands snake down to steady your hips, all stuttering and messily sucking up his aching cock. Again. “I-I don’t think I can- ah-”

Whatever plea on the tip of your tongue is shut up by Toji pulling your teary face towards his, kissing your swollen lips so softly. Reverent, even. 

The complete opposite of his hips down below, not even bothering to move anymore, hands on your ass just dragging your sloppy pussy up and down his swollen dick. Up and down up and down up and-

“Toji–”

“Aww, c’mon, pretty.” Toji groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he spreads your puffy folds further, bullying his cock so impossibly deep. “G-gotta prove it to that f-fucker that I’m the best, right?”

Ah, there it was - if you were in any better state of mind you’d have cursed out Shiu already. Taunting your boyfriend into this stupid little challenge that had him storming into your apartment and ripping off your poor panties. And you split apart on his cock and cumming over and over again like he wouldn’t - couldn’t - stop until you squirted. Like it killed him to make you miss out on this little thing. 

“Now now, doll.” you jolt as he gives your sopping pussy a little smack! Grinning at your nails digging into his thick shoulders, “Focus. Hah- we gotta have her squirtin’ all over me now, right?”

You really can’t help the way you’re giving him a delirious little nod. Hips bouncing back pathetically in an attempt to meet the way Toji was bouncing you so sinfully on his cock like his favorite toy. And it’s so cute that Toji’s murmuring a low, “Use your words, doll.”

“I- ngh-”

Not like he was giving you a chance to, rolling your ravaged clit between his fingers, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “Louder.”

“Gonna- gonna squirt for you, Toji…”

If he was any lesser man (Shiu) Toji thinks he might’ve just cum in your snug pussy right then and there. Filled you up till you’re bloated and forgetting any promise of squirting - but no, that’s for later. 

Right now, he’s flattening his feet on the mattress, falling onto his back - two big arms pulling your overstimulated body to rest against his muscles. Not even wasting a second before fucking up into your tight cunt like such an animal.

Sloppy - so, so desperate. 

Just rough, jagged movements of his hips because shit if Toji doesn’t make you squirt this time then he’s gonna lose his sanity. Might’ve already lost it, actually, with each adorable ah! ah! ah! falling from your kiss-bitten lips each time he hits that one spot so easily. 

“Bit- bit more-” he grits out, feeling that familiar way your plushy walls were trying to squeeze him dry. Your cunt too heavenly. The stimulation too much. “Jus’ a bit more, pretty.”

“Oh my god- Toji- ah- Toji Toji Toji-” It’s all you can do to whine, writhing as he holds your hips still, rocking harder into you. Clawing at the soaked sheets, his shoulders, his hair - anything to try and hold onto whatever semblance of control you had left. “M’so- close-”

“Yeah?” And Toji sounds so utterly wrecked already, looking up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes. Voice strained, awe-struck like he couldn’t even believe it. His pretty girl - cumming for him again. “Squirt f’me, doll.”

You don’t even realize it when you are at first - just that something snaps and suddenly you’re soaking Toji’s cock in all your sweet sweet juices. Until it was dripping down the side, onto the mattress. 

So messy and sinful - gummy walls squeezing his dick so fucking tight it almost hurt, covering his abs till they were glistening. Toji can’t bring himself to do anything but watch, for once in his life actually grateful that Shiu goaded him into doing something. Jaw-dropped at the way you’re gushing all around him - like you couldn’t stop. Again and again and-

“S-see? Fuck- What- oh shit, doll. All f’me? Good girl.” Eyeing that phone propped up by the bedside, Shiu’s face watching over the obscene mess on the bed. “What did I tell ya?”

“Heh, well whatever. Can ya make her do it twice?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Love is blind

Now, it’s not often that Nanami Kento took off his glasses. Rarely when he cuddled, not usually when he was kissing you - his pretty lil’ wife. And never when it was your lips down below that he was making out with.

“So messy.” Nanami mutters, muffled around your puffy folds. Each word making you arch against the soft mattress. “Are you this messy just f’me? M’so lucky, my love.”

It’s all you can do to yelp as Nanami slides his tongue warningly between your folds, flicking at your swollen clit just enough to have you gripping so tightly at his blond strands. Pulling Nanami’s face up from between your thighs with a strained groan.

And oh you assumed he was exaggerating, but it was so fucking difficult to look at Nanami, too. Glasses slightly foggy, cheeks flushed. Your sweet juices glossing his lips so prettily, dripping all the way down his jaw. Head tilting back ever-so-slightly to let it slide down his throat.

Making your head spin as he reaches over to press a chaste, wet peck to your lips. “Jus’ let me take care of it.”

And take care of it he does. Immediately taking his favorite place in-between your legs, stuffing his face nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue giving one, long lick up your folds, just barely dipping between them. The slow torture was delicious. 

“Kento-.” you let out a pouty little whine, one that goes straight to Nanami’s aching cock. Ankles hooking around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, “D-don’t tease.”

He’s letting out such a dark chuckle, hot against your sloppy hole. Awe-struck at the way you’re glistening and clenching around nothing - so much so that Nanami almost considers taking off those tinted glasses to see this heavenly view better. 

But no, instead, he’s breathing out a little, “Fine.” Interrupting your soft sigh of relief to continue, “But you better not get my hah- glasses dirty, darling.”

Nanami doesn’t wait for your response - he doesn’t have to. Already knowing that you’ll be giving him a delirious little nod in agreement. So he’s digging his neat fingernails into your hips, pulling you closer to spread your lips with his tongue. Lapping so obscenely at the slick beading at your cunt over and over and-

It wasn’t enough.

“Shit. Fuck-” you flinch - maybe from those depraved little profanities hissed into your cunt. Maybe from the cold metal of his glasses hitting your heated core. Probably from the way Nanami was bullying his soft tongue into your tight pussy.

Pushing past that feeble resistance, one hand reaching behind to arch your deeper into his mouth. The other toying with your sensitive clit. Rolling the nub between two long fingers while he dips in and out of your hole at such a ruthless pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck, Kento-” you’re grabbing at the expensive sheets so hard you worry they might tear. Thighs shaking and sliding off his shoulders. “S’too much- too deep.”

And ah, for how much Nanami pretends to be annoyed as he wraps your legs back around his head - it sends all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cock at how wrecked his cute wife was.

Moaning around your entrance, “Remember what I mm- said.” Your juices starting to drip down the corners of his mouth now. “Get it dirty and-”

“Kento! Oh my god-” You buck wildly as he starts drawing lewd little circles on your clit. Nanami’s little warnings the last thing on your mind as you feel yourself losing more and more of your sanity with each drip! drip! drip! of your slick down onto the mattress below. 

Glasses completely fogged now, he makes out with your cunt through pure, feral need. Tongue matching in time with each yelp of his name leaving your mouth. 

“F-fuck.” Nanami’s smacking his lips against your own. “You taste so good. So heavenly.” Your gummy walls sucking him up so sinfully that it was almost difficult to move faster, more erratic. “Gonna make a mess f’me now? Gonna hah-” 

And, well, you did always manage to surprise him.

Because Nanami doesn’t even get to finish his sentence, before your slutty pussy is gushing all around him. 

Everywhere. Making such a mess as he tonguefucks you through your high, letting you use and angle his mouth all you wanted. So so sloppy with the way you’re soaking him in all your juices - down his chin, his tongue, all the way up to his sharp cheekbones and even-

“My glasses.” Head so fucked-out already, you almost miss Nanami’s dangerous little mutter. Raising your eyes to meet his and oh. Shit. “You dirtied my glasses.”

As if to prove his point, Nanami them off, running a long finger down his frames. Slowly. Agonizingly. Pooling all your sweet slick on his fingertips, so tauntingly inspecting it in the dim lighting. 

In a split-second, those dripping wet glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose, forcing you to peer over them at a dangerously looming Nanami.

“Told ya not to dirty my glasses, my love.” Smiling so dangerously, “Think this naught cunt of yours should be taught a lesson for that.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Favorite part

Geto thinks that this might be his favorite part, whispering a ragged little, “God, do you know how pretty you hah- look right now?”

You didn’t - and it’s all you can do to even try and understand what your boyfriend was even cooing from behind. Too caught up in the way your legs were so pathetically trembling with the need to bounce back on his swollen cock. 

“Hngh- f-fuck Sugu- I-”

Sure to leave such lewd little marks for Geto to ogle at tomorrow, his toned pelvis against your ass, heavy balls on your clit, fingers on your hips to steady your fucked-out self. Sloppy - bruising, even. 

So it only made sense that your high was the same - and he can only watch, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, jaw falling slack in disbelief at the way your cunt was just gushing all around him. Fucking him over and over through your high. 

“Shit- shit shit shit.” you hear him breathe, fingers toying with your pretty clit desperately. “Jus’ like that. Good girl.”

Your sweet sweet juices soaking his painfully hard cock, dripping down, down, down his heavy balls, glistening against his thighs. Squirting so obscenely around his twitching cock and shit- he just can’t help but go over the edge as well. 

“Oh- oh god.” Geto throws his head back, giving you one, harsh thrust before he’s spilling all into your quivering cunt. Coating your walls such an obscene white, “This pussy is ngh- magic, gorgeous. Fucking love her.”

Loved how you were squeezing him so tight. 

Loved how you were so messy. 

Loved how it made him think that you could squirt all over his dick again. 

And he can’t stop - couldn’t, even if he wanted to. Hips still moving in quick, ragged jabs to your poor cervix, eyeing the way your poor, abused pussy was still drooling all around him. A lewd little mess of slick and cum, forming a pool on the sheets below. 

And Geto can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted - why would he? After all, this was his favorite part, right? 

“You can mm- gimme another one, right?” You shiver as he flattens his feet on the damp mattress, kissing up your arched spine. Keening at the change in angle as his cock bullies impossibly deeper. Stars behind your eyes at how unfairly easily he finds that one spot. “Your slutty pussy’s gonna s-squirt all over me again?” Fat head hitting it over and over and-

“Suguru!” you squeal, and Geto raises his brows. Knowing you were absolutely fucking wrecked already - you never called him by his full name until you were fucked so dumb you couldn’t remember his nickname. “S’too- much. M’too ngh- sensitive.”

Your hands reach out to grab for the headboard - nails digging into the wood. Geto’s throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls so agonizingly that you almost miss him mutter a quiet, “Now, that won’t do.”

And before you know it, his big hands are prying yours off the bed, intertwining them so gently with his. Romantic - but you knew better, Geto just didn’t want his pretty girl to run away. 

Not when he knew you were so close - could tell by that breathy little ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips. 

“Please-”

Huffing in amusement, “Please what?”

And you don’t even know what you’re begging for - maybe for mercy? For Geto to let you fucking breathe? His cock too bruising against your cunt, drawing out incoherent whines with each drag of his tip down all the right spots. Trying so desperately to fuck that second orgasm out of you. 

“Heh, can’t even fuck- talk.” And it’s so dizzing how he’s puncturing each word with such a rough ram of his cock. So mean with the way he dips a hand lower to graze a long finger down your sensitive cunt - so messy and sensitive. Chuckling at your cute lil’ whines - at the way they’re suddenly cut short when Geto shoves his dripping wet fingers between your lips. “Ngh- well, if you don’t wanna talk…”

Close. Too close. 

You mewl at the way he was pressing right at the back of your tongue, feeling the lewd little taste of him and you and him. “Mmmpf- what are you-” 

“At least don’t try to escape, gorgeous.” he leans in close - so close. Long inky hair tickling your spine, breath hot against your ear, lips grazing yours. You think you could just pass out right then and there as his soft tongue darts out to lick at the mess he’s smeared across your glossy lips. 

Grinning at the taste, at that look in your eyes that told him your cute cunt was about to give him another show, “Cuz this is my favorite part.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Hair tie

If anyone found out why Choso Kamo was never seen without that black hair tie around his wrist, they’d laugh in your face and tell you what a great joke that was. 

That inconspicuous little thing he’d take around everywhere, whether he had his hair up or not. It’s not like he exactly needed it, and most just assumed it was a fashion statement. 

Only you knew what it meant to have Choso thumbing that little red imprint in public. Hooking a finger underneath, pulling back ever-so-slightly to let it snap! against his skin. Looking you right in the eyes as he does. Something dangerous. Subtle. Something that has you pressing your thighs together. 

Something that has him pulling you to the nearest changing room in this crowded shopping mall, one hand covering your mouth, muffling your sweet sweet moans. The other, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt.  

“Sorry, baby.” he gasps, kissing your forehead so mockingly gently. “You just looked so fuckin’ pretty in that skirt. Needed you so- hah- bad.”

The skirt that was currently bunched at your waist, crumpling at Choso pushes you harder against the cool wall. 

But Choso couldn’t give a fuck about that right now, not as he shoves a knee between your trembling legs. He couldn’t have his girl falling now, right? Long fingertips so desperately massaging your plushy walls, searching for that one-

“Mmpfh! Hngh-”

Found it.

Without another word, he’s reeling two fingers back - all the way until they were barely kissing your sloppy hole. Plunging back in, hitting that spot over and over like he was addicted to the way your cunt was trying to suck him up so good. High off of every cute lil’ whine that escapes through his palm. 

“Shit, so fuckin’ gorgeous.” Breath hot against your ear, “Look.” 

You barely even realize it before you are, gasping at the obscene sight below. Your drenched panties pulled so lazily to the side. Sloppy. 

“Can’t get enough. Shit-” Pulling back to show off your slick glistening on his fingers, dripping down, down, down to that sinful hair tie. “Fuuuck, baby. Need you to cum on my fingers. Please. Please-” Puffy folds milking Choso’s fingers so hard that you wonder whether it didn’t hurt - whether his wrist wasn’t cramping up now, fingers sore. 

And if they were, then, Choso didn’t show it. Instead, he’s bullying a third finger inside your poor cunt, the stretch too much that you can’t help but squeal. So fucking loud. 

Knock! Knock! Knock! 

“Is everything alright in there, ma’am?”

Oh if the way your heavenly cunt was clenching around him was anything to go by, then Choso wished he did this sooner. 

So entranced that he almost missed the concerned, “Ma’am?” from outside. 

“Wh-what’s the matter, baby?” he whispers lowly, biting down teasingly at your earlobe. Fingers still relentless, speeding up, even. And you could only pray the employee outside couldn’t hear the lewd squelches as he did. “Shy? Answer the hah- question.”

And shit, you could cry as he wrenches his hand away from your mouth. Grinning as you let out a broken little, “Y-yeah.” Cringing at how unconvincing you sound, “I’m jus-”

Whatever stupid excuse that was to come out of your mouth dies in your throat as Choso runs his thumb over your throbbing clit. 

“I-I’m al-right.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

And it’s as if he takes that up as a challenge to prove you’re so utterly not. 

Not when Choso’s drawing tight little circles in time with the way he’s hitting that one spot, arching you like such a slut into his touch. Ignoring the concerned remarks from outside as he speeds up his pace, not even bothering to cover your mouth this time because he wanted to hear all your pretty moans. 

So much so that you’re mentally preparing to get caught - maybe even arrested. 

But still you’re so close. 

Halfway through imagining how Choso would snap his hair tie during the trial when that voice speaks up again. “Well…please let us know if you need any help.”

Those footsteps from outside barely even heading away before he’s sighing, “She’s gone now.” he bites down on your lower lip. “Y’can hah- cum f’me, y’know? Make a mess?” Grinding down his rock-hard erection on your thigh, already so damp through his pants. “Fucking cover me in it.”

And then you are - all over Choso’s hand. Kissing him hard, to stop yourself from screaming as he quirks his fingers just right. Fucking you through your high as you drench him in all your juices, soaking his hair tie, trailing onto the floor in a lewd drip! drip! drip! 

Obscene. Exactly the way he wanted it. 

So fucking pretty with the way you’re squirting all over his hand, thighs trembling, lips wobbling. That new skirt of yours so filthy now that Choso can’t help but eye the pile of clothes right next to you. Gritting out a ragged, “We got so many more clothes to try on.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - X marks the spot

“You’re going to cum f’me just like this, okay, brat?”

Maybe it’s the way you’re sat so prettily on Sukuna’s muscular thigh, squirming ever-so-slightly as he starts bouncing his leg to the beat of the thumping music. Maybe it’s the way you can’t do anything but let out a stifled gasp, desperately trying not to attract any attention towards the two of you in the dimly-lit VIP area of this overcrowded club.

But Sukuna just can’t help but tease you. 

Can’t help but trail a finger along your thigh, goosebumps rising so deliciously at the scrape of his nail. Up, up, up to confirm his suspicious and oh- 

He was right. No panties.

“Heh, such a naughty little minx, aren’t ya?” he can’t help the surprise that bleeds into his voice, pulling your back flush against his chest. Cradling your neck into his pecs, “Acting all innocent but you’re just begging to be used like such a slut, huh?”

The clink of a belt, and suddenly you’re feeling a sliver of skin - warm. Soft, sat right above where you knew he had that sinful little tattoo. 

“B-but Kuna-” you flinch as the cold air hits you before you know it. Looking over your shoulder to catch that fucking smug smirk as Sukuna flips your flimsy skirt to rest your dripping cunt on his bare thigh. And to anyone else, it would probably just look like you’re just seated on his lap. But you gasp, “Here?”

“Why not?”

If anyone heard your broken whine, then you didn’t have the courage to raise your head and look. Hazy eyes locked with Sukuna’s as he starts rocking you on his thigh. Fingers digging into your hips, dragging your sloppy pussy. Grip tight, bruising almost - like he was trying to hold himself back from doing anything more. 

“Aww, my messy girl.” And fuck if it wasn’t difficult to not just fuck you right then and there with the way your puffy folds were spread on his thigh. Drooling all the way down to the gaudy couch below. “Who’re you this wet for?”

But Sukuna’s skin against your was so hot. Your brain too foggy. His words too mean. And you can’t help but let out some incoherent babble.

One that has him wrapping a hand around your neck, nails positioned right above your racing pulse, forcing you to blink tearily up at him. “Sorry, pretty. Can’t hear you above this fuckin’ music.” Biting down on your earlobe - just a little punishment, “What were you sayin’?”

“Ngh- f-fuck-” you moan, clit catching on the curves and dips of his muscles, rippling as he bounces you faster in time with your slutty lil’ movements. “Only for ngh- you.”

Voice such a low purr in your ear now, “Who?”

“Y-you, Kuna-”

“Yeahhhh, fuck.” he grunts, angling his head just right to better take in the fucking heavenly view. Back arching, swollen folds spread so shamefully as you hump him like some bitch in heat. Making such a mess all over his thigh tattoo in a way that makes Sukuna so fucking glad he got it. “S’exactly what I like to hear.”

And God, he didn’t even have to tell you for you to realize. Because you could feel the way his rock-hard cock jumps against his boxers - so rock-hard and pressing up against your ass in a damp patch. 

One hand tightening around your throat, the other dipping below to draw urgent, messy little circles on your clit. Over and over. 

You dare to crack an eye open and look at the room around you, hips still grinding down so pathetically on his thigh. Clenching down so hard on nothing as you wonder how someone - anyone - could see the two of you and-

“Oi, look at me, brat.” he’s tugging your head up to his again. Hands getting more erratic - like he wanted to distract you from anything but him him him. “Focus on me. On how fucking good this pretty pussy is feeling.”

As if you could do anything but.

Bucking softly into his angry erection, causing Sukuna to let out a low, drawn-out hiss. “Evil lil’ thing.” he drags his lips down your sensitive neck. Pulling your hips harder against that tattoo. “Guess it ngh- makes sense though because…” you blink up tearily at him as he trails off. Barely noticing the trembling in his fingers, both your rhythms getting so sloppy. Untimed. As rough as the look in Sukuna’s eyes as he whispers, “-because you’re mine.”

And then he spits - right into yout waiting mouth. Once. Twice. 

Loud enough that it definitely makes a few stray onlookers glance, faces immediately burning at the sight of Sukuna kissing you. Just a messy clash of lips and teeth and tears.

Tears as you cum with a strangled gasp, drunk up so greedily by Sukuna as you squirt all over his thigh. So fucking messy. Seeping into his pants, all the way down to the couch below, but especially his tattoo. That ring of ink soaked in your juices - right where Sukuna wanted.

And if you were in any better state of mind you’d have been embarrassed - shy, even.

Instead, you’re glancing down at the way his thigh was glistening in the dim light, delicate strings of slick snapping as you lean back closer. 

“Don’t you have- hah- the same tattoo on your cock, too, Kuna?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Sweeter this way

“Such a filthy cunt on my sweet, sweet girl.” Gojo has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - at how breathless and fucked out you were on top of him already. “C’mon, what ngh- happened to taking control?”

Ah, right - you bat your lashes lazily, blinking away the tears in your eyes to be met with that fucking smug smirk on your boyfriend’s face. So much for taking control tonight.

“Y-you’re a ngh- cheater, Toru.” you hiss, but you can’t stop your hips from grinding down so pathetically to meet with his rough pace. Jolting every time his leaking tip hit that one spot. “It was s’pposed to be hah- m-my turn to take charge.”

And oh how you had the strongest whining underneath you, two big arms looping around your waist to pull you against his toned chest. 

“But, sweetheart~” Craning his neck to graze his lips against your bruised ones - so fleeting, gentle. Exactly what his hips weren’t. “Isn’t it s-so much sweeter this way?”

You don’t know what it is about it - maybe at the dangerous little tone dripping from Gojo’s words. Maybe at the way each one was punctured by a messy, harsh thrust into your tight pussy. But it has shivers running down your spine - all the way to your bulging cunt, so stuffed and ravaged by his cock. 

Words a bit more breathless than you’d have liked as you mutter, “W-what do you oh fuck- Toru. What do you mean ‘sweet’?”

The only response you get is one hand pushing the hair out of his eyes, the other just bruising on your hips. Pulling you up, up, up on Gojo’s swollen cock like you were weightless, the arms in his biceps rippling when Gojo slams you down. Hard. 

Toned pelvis hitting your ass as he rams his cock into you. Again. And again. And again and again and-

“M’gonna show ya.” he grins, free hand roling your poor clit between two fingers. “Gonna show ya how much sweeter fuck-” Gojo’s eyes fly open as you clench so hard around him. On purpose - a warning. “Hah, feisty. But just you wait. M’gonna show ya.”

Having you feeling more and more like some curse he’s out to vanquish with the way he’s fucking you so merciless.

“Merciless?” Gojo cocks his head in a way that almost makes you forget to realize that oh, shit you said that out loud. “Mhm, sure did.” he hums, in a tone that was way too proud of himself. “N’ you h-haven’t even seen the ngh- best of it.”

You were getting impatient now - and so was Gojo. 

For all his talk, letting you grind your hips down to meet his rough cadence. So difficult with the way the man was getting impossibly faster. Sloppier. 

The look in his eyes is so feral. His hands so unforgiving, pushing your knees further apart. So erratic on your clit, drawing quick, messy little patterns in a way that has you wondering whether this is more for you or himself. 

He’s whispering, like a mantra now. “Gonna show ya- gonna show hah- fuck- m’gonna.” Running only on this and the way you were sucking him up so obscenely. Clit throbbing so fast under his thumb in a way he knew that it was about to be- “Now.”

As if on command, you cum. And not just any orgasm - no, when Gojo Satoru is out to prove a point, he will prove it five times over. Which is why he has you squirting like such a slut all over his rock-hard cock. 

“Oh- f-oh my god. Toru!”

Gojo’s own orgasm just a quick, sharp spike of pleasure, coating your puffy walls an obscene white before he’s pushing your limp body further back to get a better view and shit- 

That only has you gushing around him harder. So animalistically. Dick twitching wildly at the slick glistening all over Gojo’s abs, dribbling down, down, down to those tufts of white at his base. Some reaching his parted lips, and fuck if Gojo can stop himself from running his tongue along them.

Running a finger at the lewd pool on his abs before bringing them up to his mouth, “Oh, baby.” Eyes half-lidded, miles away yet still boring right into yours as he licks up his dripping wet index with a lewd groan. Pooling your sinful juices on his tongue. Heady. Addictive. “See? Sweeter this way.”

Your jaw drops into a soft oh! as Gojo pulls away with a lewd pop! looking like it fucking killed him to do so. 

Strings of slick connecting to those pretty pink lips, snapping ever so slightly as he murmurs a dark, “Wonder if it’ll be twice as sweet if I cum twice in your pretty pussy, hm?”

A/N. Hope y’all have a good day.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[mommynott]

Thin Ice

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Your friends drag you to a hockey game, but halfway through you lock eyes with Theo. You can’t help but feel a strong pull toward him. Deciding to shoot your shot with the player.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Hockey AU, flirting, tons of tension, explicit language, hockey!theo, dom!theo

A/N: Starting this series for my babe @amiableness I hope you enjoy it because this is just the start! Also BIG shoutout to my girl @westcanaan82 for the hockey!theo render. Definitely go Check out her page because she makes me DROOOOL

The arena was packed, and the noise was overwhelming as you sat in your seat, begrudgingly dragged there by your friends. You were scrolling through your phone, totally uninterested in the game unfolding before you.

But then… it seemed out of nowhere. A tall and muscular figure on the ice caught your attention. Fuck he’s hot. It was player number 13, Theo, whose piercing eyes were fixed on you through his helmet.

You felt a smirk growing on your lips before he nodded his head up at you and skated along the ice. Shuffling a puck with his hockey stick with ease. The game going on. Fuck maybe this game isn’t too boring. You held your phone in your hand but your gaze settled on him on the ice. Suddenly gaining an interest in this sport.

After he shot a puck into the goal he pumped his fist in the air but you swore he looked over at you. Throwing you a flirty wink. And trust me, he fucking did. At this point, Theodore was trying to show off for you. Hoping he would get your attention. Craving your attention.

The game ended, and his team had won the match. But after all the eyefucking you two did you wanted to stay back in hopes to see that same player. “I’ll catch up with you guys later!” Your friends gave you a knowing look while they walked out. You slowly moved around the now quiet arena.

A few minutes later, you started to feel defeated, thinking he must’ve left but that’s when you heard a low and deep Italian accent. “I noticed you in the crowd…Seemed to be pretty glued to that phone of yours.”

Bright cherry red painted across your cheeks as you turned around. Quickly tucking your phone away in your purse, you gave the hockey player a small sheepish smile. “Uh…Yeah, sorry…It’s just not really my thing I guess.”

But when your gaze settled upon the player, he wasn’t in the same gear from on the ice. Oh no. he was now in a tight under-armor top, showing off his muscular and toned torso along with a pair of black sweatpants. Freshly out of the shower, his brown locks clung to his forehead. The smell of his body wash was rich and intoxicating as it wafted all around you. Fuck me.

“Not your thing, huh? What is your thing then?”

Theo asked, his taunting tone hinting with flirtatiousness. Feeling the way your heart skipped from his words. His deep voice. Fucking hell. You hesitated for a moment, your fingers anxiously playing with the rings you wore. “I don’t know…Reading…Movies.”

Replying to the Italian, he ran a hand through his wavy hair, slicking it back and giving you a charming smile. “A reader. Interesting….” Theodore said in the same teasing tone before sticking out his hand and you matched him, giving your own and shaking it. The second your hands met, a spark pulsated through your body.

“Nott. Theodore Nott. But you can call me Theo, Cara.”

The charming accent rolled off his tongue smoothly as you both exchanged names. You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to one leg. Bringing your confidence out. Something you always had. “Anyways…What’s interesting about me reading?” You asked, giving him a bratty little grin.

Theo cocked an eyebrow, scoffing under his breath as he took a step before you. Eyeing you up and down fully. “Ah, I’m not sure. Just interesting…What do you like to read?” He questioned as he casually leaned closer toward you.

You tried to focus but his voice, his words were so smooth it sent little shivers down your spine. "Umm… mostly romance— Stuff like that." You mentally chastised yourself for sounding so fucking cliche. He seemed very interested in you…Maybe even so much so that you could get some hockey player action.

Theo gave you a lazy smile and your heart fluttered, feeling the tension building between you both. "Romance, huh? That’s fitting." You raised an eyebrow, confused. What the fuck was he on about? “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, leaning even closer towards you. “You look like the romantic type….Soft…sweet— Y’know?.” Your cheeks burned again. Was he flirting with you? This couldn’t possibly be real. This was something out of the novels you’d read.

“Oh— Thanks I guess?” A sea of giggles freed from your lush lips. The same ones Theo’s eyes were burning into now. He stalked toward you as you walked back until you were pinned against the white brick wall of the ice rink.

He carefully took a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger while his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “Can I get the pretty girl's number, hm?” He asked, remaining not only charming but… cocky. Drawing you to him even more.

It seemed that your confidence exuded his own to creep out. But fuck did you like it. A confident man like this? Damn. “Huh…I’m not sure. Can you?” Teasing him right back you subtly bit your lower lip to fight back the giggles that wanted to escape from within.

“Fuckin’ tease. Isn’t that right?”

Theodore now pinned both of his hands above your head, practically towering over your tiny frame. “Perhaps just a little bit…” Breathing out your words, your gaze danced along with his ocean eyes. Feeling your heart thump hard against your chest.

“I like a tease…A challenge…” His tone now held something of mischief, giving him a different vibe. And fuck, your whole body was fucking feeling it. “Yeah?” You asked, bringing out more of your sultry tone, keeping your lips slightly parted as you glanced down to his own.

That was it. Theo was going to come in hot. Make his move. Smash his lips to yours. But just as he was millimeters away from ravishing you a loud shout was heard. “—Nott! Back in the locker room!” His fucking coach. What a cock block. Theo rolled his eyes and cursed in Italian under his breath.

“We aren’t finished here…” He replied to you lowly, throwing up his pointer finger to his coach. He reached into his pocket. Pulling out a pen and taking your arm. Feeling the tickle of his scribbling, He wrote something on it as you sat there dumbfounded.

Once he was done, you scanned over your forearm. In sloppy handwriting was written his number followed by “Text me, Tesoro ;)” giggling at his little winky face as you nodded your head.

With that, he walked off with his coach to the locker room. That night you got home thinking of everything and anything that could have happened if his damn trainer didn’t interrupt you two. That’s when you decided to send him a flirty yet risky text…

Ahhhh the start of hockey!theo 🏒🥅⛸️

Really hope y’all enjoyed im too excited to continue on with this au! ATP I have so many and STILL have some In the back of my mind help lol

As always asks and requests are open my sweet peas 💋

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