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imagine if Donna and Uncle Spaceman miss all the action and Rose just casually walks through the front door when itâs all over, finding both of them having a movie marathon with hot chocolate and is like âyou will not believe the day Iâve hadâ
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HI MAC. FINISHED SEASON ONE OF HANNIBAL. THOUGHTS: AHGHSGHFAHSGDKDFHKJGHKJGD OHGHGGG WILL GRAHAM THERE IS SOMETHING SO WRONG WITH YOU. i am holding him by the scruff of the neck and looking directly into his sad autistic eyes. i love this little guy. he needs severe medical and psychological help. i love him more than anything. dr lecter is so fucking interesting i need to grab him by the neck and strangle him he is such an awful person but such a cool character agh ough agh. he says he's will's friend but then he manipulates him and does all these horrible things and i just!! wanna know why!!!!! if he is your friend why are you hurting him!!!!! or is he actually your friend at all?? do you see him more as something to play with???? someone who thinks in such an interesting way that you wanted to know what lengths you could push him to???? I DON'T KNOW!!!! I WANT TO KNOW SO BADLY!!!!! pls tell me will doesn't die i am so attached to him i am putting him in my pocket and feeding him jellybeans <3 i am going to watch season 2 once my cold is gone because when i feel bad physically i feel bad MENTALLY so i am Not in a good like. headspace?? to watch it rn what with the death and blurring of reality and such but MAN. MANNNNN oh it is so cool i am kicking my feet and giggling i am so excited to watch the rest oghhh it is so fucked up <3 i love fucked up weird murder stories 10/10 amazing show no notes thank u for recommending it 2 me i love it v much :3
NORMAL HANNIBAL EXPERIENCE. OH MY GODDDD im so glad u sre enjoying it so farrrrr <3 its like. beloved piece of media to me but also it fucks me up in the brain. its a good horror reset for me . occasionally im just like. i need to feel weird about blood and gore and death and then i will watch a couple epispdes of hannibal and just sit there like
TAKE YOUR TIME. OF COURSE. dw dw i was the same way watching it for the first time because it gets SO weird and existential sometimes and. tbh the artistic gore kind of got to me in ways i did not expect ??? it can be so overwhelming sometimes and my exact feelings on it are very hard to articulate and i could sit here for hours discussing it and not actually ever get to a point . SO I GET U. it's just the kinda show you gotta take ur time with. and thats totally cool :) I CAN TELL YOU WITH. MINIMAL SPOILERS. will graham doesnt die . absolute mess of a man. u know that post thats like "what a beautiful man . i would love yo see him in a fit of despair" thatd me about will graham. and also covered in blood. and let me tell u this show fucking DELIVERS.
#well. he sure comes close a lot. it is a complicated question. but . i cannot elaborate further without completely spoiling some things#i am a big fan of doesthedogdie as a concept though so i am here 2 be ur personal doesthedogdie.#will graham gets soooooo fucked up but he DOES NOT get killed mid series. i promise u#have u seen the fisherman thing yet. i dont remember when thats brought up as a character trait but he likes 2 go fishing.#literally a character that was made 4 me .#extremely mentally ill guy covered in blood who likes dogs and fish. thats so mac ghostiezone core of him#THERES SOME. PRETTY FUCKED UP STUFF IN THE SHOW THOUGH so if u need actual like.#trigger warnings and such i am happy 2 provide those so u dont have yo look stuff up <3#bc while i am a huge horror enjoyer i also like 2 know vaguely what to expect ahead of time. like i said. big doesthedogdie user here#I LOVE U I LOVE U im glad u are taking care of urself <3333#asks#friends!!!#anachronistic-falsehood
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*finds out who trapped and injured my cat*
my mom: shows up at his door with a bat
#iâm being 100% serious and the day it happened she walked through the neighborhood with the bat looking for traps to smash#it ended up being the worst neighbor everyone in the neighborhood hates him heâs the neighbor that calls the cops on everyone#he filed a restraining order against his nextdoor neighbor bc that neighbor was sick of his shit bc he called the cops on them bc#their daughter came over one day and brought her dog and it wasnât a big dog but like dogs do when theyâre outside they bark so he called#the cops on a barking dog and the good neighbor got in face and yelled at him as he should then that fucker called the cops#i posted about toddy getting hurt with a pic of his face all bloody and swollen and random people i never knew lived in my neighborhood were#like yo i live by this guy heâs fucking crazy#when he called the cops bc of my mom his other nextdoor neighbor came out and talked to the cops just to tell them what a nut case that guy#anyway the cops were on our side bc itâs fucking ridiculous and what heâs#doing shouldnât be legal (intentionally baiting and trapping cats) but itâs not up to them itâs up to animal control and animal control#says heâs allowed to intentionally hurt cats#like i have ptsd my cat is what makes me feel safe and this has been so fucking traumatizing#like i want that guy dead tbh he also abuses his elderly mother#my mom is going full on harley quinn with her fucking bat
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Cult. [M]
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Raw Dogging, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Implied Unwanted Pregnancy, Power Imbalance, Big Dick! Ghost, Soft Dom! Ghost, Cult Leader! Ghost, Submissive (and Breedable)! Reader, Implied Abortion Attempt, Fem Reader, Profanity.
Heâs filthy in the way he treats you, like a common whore, spreading you out over his desk â once-varnished mahogany, now bleached with weeksâ worth of spend, of tears, rubbed raw in places, the phantoms of many a night relentless under your leader â and bearing your body like itâs his god-given duty.
In essence, it is. Albeit, a god he created â fabricated â to lead lambs into a wolfâs den. And with the primal, savage way he forces himself into you, his tip pulsing and throbbing with the many hours heâs subjected you to, you can very well believe he is the very image of a predator.
âWonât stop âtil youâre full â âtil itâsâ fuckâ âtil itâs taken,â Simon pants, his shadow cloaking you, the sweat from his broad chest dripping down onto your sodden back. Your cheek is pressed into the desk, and in the corner of your vision, between the narrowed eyes you fight to keep open amidst the electric annihilation sparking between your legs, just below your stomach, you see him with bared teeth and dark eyes that glint with some unholy purpose. A purpose that only makes the feeling writhing inside you stronger, heavier.
With a deft hand â his other planted by your head, a cage â he finds your clit and presses it between two fingers as if it were the stub of a cigarette. He squeezes. Hard.Â
Your lips quiver around him and a strangled moan escapes you, euphoria becoming you, possessing you as something had him.Â
You keen on his hand, desperate for contact, for friction, despite him already filling you utterly and without mercy. Your arousal drips into his hand, pools in his palm. It takes all his will not to drink it then and there.
âI know, Dollââ âDollâ â the name heâd given you, the name that reminds you youâre his to use as he pleases. His fingers squeeze your clit between them, a flesh vice. Youâre gasping. He doesnât stop, subjecting you to a pleasure so carnal you know only he can grant you it.
His free hand finds your shoulder, slips down your soaked back â a collage of brutal love-making, of animal rutting, of feral and incessant breeding â leaving goosebumps in its wake. He finds your rump, squeezes it, his hand flipping further between your legs until he finds your epicentre.
Youâre so sensitive, and so swollen. Heâs done this enough times to know that youâre red there, too.
He finds the spot where youâre connected, the modest sliver of his shaft that hasnât been consumed by your wanting hole â where your combined arousal slithers out of you, dripping down his tightening ballsack â and plays at the edges of your lips, those that create a milky ring at the base of his cock, those that twitch with the almost overwhelming orchestra of sensations he is subjecting you to, playing you as his instrument.
Your hips twitch, pushing back against him, inadvertently impaling yourself on the inch or two heâd spared you from.Â
Heâs swollen â painfully so. Plugging you, preventing you from getting away. Something you realise all-too late as you try to pull away, to ease the searing ache in your lips, in your womb.
Youâre crying, heâs grunting, throat raw with hours of praise, of nothing short of feral growling â curses to something other than his god.
You whine as he withdraws his hand from between your legs, instead coming to cup your breasts and pull you flush against his chest. Squeezing around him again, the bulge of his cock inside you becomes ever more apparent when his hand slips up to your throat and he shunts you forward with his hips.
Youâre weak â a ragdoll against him â and youâre pushed back down against the wood. He presses your stomach to the desk, your head now handing over the edge.
âDâyou feel it, love?â he rasps. âGonna give you a baby â put it right there.â
You do feel him, like an eel, slithering into any space he can, any space he hasnât already occupied. You feel your heartbeat pulsing between your legs, and you feel his in the head of his dick, rabid. You want to sob, want the pleasure coursing through your every fibre to overwhelm you, to send you hurtling into a high nobody else can give you.
But you know this will have consequences.
You know thereâs no morning after pill strong enough to overcome Simonâs seed, none strong enough to stand a chance against the sheer amount of his spend. You know this because youâre already pregnant.
Youâd originally tried using a multitude of contraband substances â pills, medication, anything you could get your hands on â to stop the inevitable. To prolong it just long enough for you to find a way out of the hole youâd dug yourself into.
When Simon had found them â no doubt with the help of one of his disciples, one eager to please and who would settle for the simple pleasure of being the dirt beneath his boot â he made absolutely certain to undo all your hard work.
For days afterwards, when he gave his sermons, you had to stand, hands clasped in prayer, with his cum rolling down your thighs beneath your compound-issue garments.
 And despite how you know you donât want this destiny heâs imparted upon you, you still urge your hips against his. Especially as you feel him twitching, your hole leaking and almost squealing with his semen and the memory of the many times heâs already pumped you full this same night. Heâs ready to bust at any moment, ready to find and create any excuse to empty his load into you, his favourite disciple.
You finish first in a fit of euphoric fury, an outpouring of devotion, a static explosion that leaves you utterly spent and entirely limp, unable to move as Simon continues to pummell you, using you, not stopping until you hear him give nothing less than a guttural roar, throwing his head back as he empties every ounce of his spend into you.
Any chances of escaping, any hopes of the world beyond the company youâd embroiled yourself in â theyâre all gone now. Knocked clean out your head and from your reach, your mind nothing but a post-haze. You feel full almost to the point of bursting, but your body settles for a ballooned discomfort in your middle. One which you know will only grow bigger and heavier over the coming months. And no doubt beyond that when Simon deems you capable â worthy â of bearing him more offspring.
Simon is panting behind you, hands planted either side of you, head hanging between heaving shoulders. As if heâs impregnated you with his very soul.
His hand slips across the desk down to your front, where he manages to levy his fingers between your exhausted form and the hard wood beneath. And, as if by divine intuition, he gives a hum. Presses a languid kiss to your exposed neck, uttering a âWell done, love.â
Heâs going to be a father.
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Tell ur girl || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: Topperâs new girl being a bitch so you just have to remind her where her place is.
Warnings: swearing, drinking
word count: 431
a/n: send me requests pleaseee đ«¶
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divider by @yoonitos
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo type shit. She grippinâ all on my balls, I gotta move type shit. Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I got that brand new type shit.
You step into the dimly lit space of the party, left hand sporting a red plastic cup, your other holding your purse as you move amidst the chaotic atmosphere. The pulsating bass of Futureâs âType Shitâ reverberating through the air, the scent of alcohol and sweat mingles with the thrum of excitement, creating an intoxicating ambiance that electrifies the senses.
You navigate through the crowded room, your gaze fixed on Rafe, sat on one of the couches with a few people around, his presence commanding attention wherever he goes. You catch glimpses of familiar facesâlike topper and kelceâtheir expressions a blend of excitement and indulgence, but your focus remains on Rafe.
He hadnât noticed you as he was talking to a guy standing behind the couch, but Topper did, and he tapped Rafe on the shoulder and cocked his head to your direction. He watches you as you come closer with that grin you knew all too well. He let his eyes wander down your figure as you couldnât help but feel your cheeks burn up.
Without even setting down your purse or cup, you immediately leaned over to Rafe as his hand rests on your hip, your lips meeting in a kiss. All while this was happening, you could hear Topper ushering the girl beside him to move to his other side. Your eyes move to an unfamiliar girl, her blonde locks cascading around her shoulders as sheâs pressed up against your boyfriendâs arm, her expression one of casual indifference.
Your eyes then flicker towards Topperâs hand resting on her thigh. So this must be Topâs new girl, Cassie I think her name was. âYo Top, tell your girl to move over yeah?â Rafe leans back on the sofa manspreading as his eyes lock with Topperâs behind the blonde girlâs head.
You notice the subtle change of demeanour in Cassie as she looks down at her painted nails. âBabe, just move here,â Topper pats the free space on his other side as she scoffs. âWhy should I? I was here first,â she scoffs, glancing at you as she dismissively tosses her hair.
Rafe watches Cassie with a measured gaze, his eyes betraying none of the amusement that flickers in their depths. âCassie, right?â The blonde blinks up at you, âCould you just please move over? Youâll still be sitting next to Top,â You assert, your tone firm but composed. Rafeâs lips quirk up in a barely contained smile.
âNothing,â She shrugs, âIâm just not moving,â she declares defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest in a gesture of defiance. In your peripheral vision, Topper closes his eyes briefly before letting out a breath, âCassie, itâs not a big fuckinâ deal, just move and let Y/n sit there.â His tone agitated.
Your patience wears thin at her stubbornness, frustration simmering beneath the surface. With a sigh, you shoot Rafe a pleading look, silently urging him to intervene. But Rafe merely watches the exchange with a hint of amusement, his lips quirking up in a barely concealed smile.
Before you can respond, Rafeâs deep voice slices through the thick tension in the room, calm yet imbued with an unmistakable authority. His eyes lock onto yours, his expression firm but not unkind. âCome on, Cassie. Donât make this harder than it needs to be,â he says. His words resonate with a weight that leaves no room for argument.
âFucking forget about it,â your voice cuts through the air as the three of them watch you set down your things on the glass table. Then, without missing a beat, you settle onto Rafeâs lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. Your boot-covered feet find their place on Cassieâs lap, causing her eyes to widen in shock
Topper stifles his laugh as Rafe smirks, his large hand resting on your exposed stomach. Topperâs laughs become audible, drawing a sharp glare from Cassie. âFuck you all,â she snaps, pushing herself off the couch and shooting you a withering look before stalking off into the crowd.
âJesus Christ, Top, where are you finding these girls? Bitch island?â You shook your head at him as he rolls his eyes, leaning back on the couch. âFucked If I know. Maybe I should steer clear of blondes,â Topper grumbles. Rafe snorts, âThatâs about the smartest think youâve said in a long time.â
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Reborn
Summary: Jason did what he swore he'd never curse upon anyone. It just so happened to be you he cursed in the process.
Word Count: 2.3K
Notes: Character death, greivous injury, language. I was actually so happy writing this one, I was thinking I was going to struggle with the prompt but it actually came to me with a lot less struggle than I was expecting. I'm a big Jason girlie so maybe this had a trace of self indulgence in there.
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"Hurry the fuck up!" Jason yells at Tim, hands pressed on the centre of your chest, blood trickling through his fingers. He hates the way the warm liquid seeps into the fabric of his gloves, sticky and wet.
"I'm trying the best I can," Tim grits back out, relaying something through their coms line while he runs to your side, dropping to his knees beside your body in the car wreckage. "HolyâŠ" he breathes out, eyes flicking over your form in concern. Your eyes are hazy and your face is ashy, paling from the blood loss.
"Jason, I don't think we-" he says, picking up one of your limp hands in his own, looking to his adoptive brother with pity.
"Shut up and do it."Â Jason grits back.
He wasn't going to lose you. Not like this. Not before him, not because of him.
Drop you to work, that's all he was going to do. That's all he was going to do. It was late at night, and he had patrol anyways. You were going in for a trial shift that night at the security company, something that could land you an executive manager role and get you out of that shitty job waiting tables. Something that could get both of you into a better apartment, more independent, the start of your life together. When you first started dating he was more than happy to throw Bruce's money around, the billionaire had more than he needed anyways, he wasn't going to miss it. Yet you had begun refusing after the first month, saying you wanted to be independent, and he fell in love right there.
And is this where it got you?
No. That was still all him. He had picked you up in a simple car since he was staking out some gang causing issues around West End and needed to go on stakeout. No reinforced glass, no secret bat gadget hidden in the glove compartment, just some tinted windows. So, who even saw you getting into his car? Well, what was supposed to be just dropping you at work turned into a car chase while you held onto anything you could, screaming in terror. It wasn't often that Jason would be the one getting chased, and under any other circumstances he would have thrown the car into gear and flipped the tables on them.
But you were in the car.
So, he threw it into reverse and ran as fast as he could. It had all been for vain, a burst tire and shattered windshield sent the car spinning out to a side street, flipping as it hit the curb. The screech of metal was deafening to his ears, the crunch of glass ringing out around him as the world flipped one⊠twoâŠthreeâŠtimes.
His lungs burnt as he struggled to escape from the seatbelt, head throbbing from the collision on the dash before he looked over to you. His heart stopped in his chest, unable to even respond to the calls of Red Robin over his com link, who he had contacted the moment a gun had been fired at the two of you. "Sweetheart?" his voice cracked slightly, unable to go louder over the ball of fear in his throat. You didnât respond as he clambered from his seat, arms coming around your back to support you and drag you from the car. he hated the way the image of you, splayed over the glass covered dash, had burnt into the deepest part of his mind. He had dragged you to the shelter of the car, blood boiling in his veins.
Anyone who had come to follow up was laid across the floor in seconds, Jason standing in front of your body like a guard dog. He blocked as much of your features as he could, taking out each gang member that came to inspect the crash with frightening efficiency. By the time Red Robin had arrived on the scene, Jason was already cradling your body in the shadow of the car, desperately trying to stop the bleeding from the bullet wound in your sternum. The bullet wound that he might as well have put there himself.
This was his fault.
"This isn't your fault, Hood." Tim says, laying his other hand on Jason's shoulder, muscled tensed and ready to snap. "None of us could have predicted-"
"Shut up and help," he hissed, fighting to stop himself from crying behind his mask. He hadn't felt this terrified since he was a kid, back in that warehouse. He was stronger than that now. Strong enough that surely, he could help you.
Jason wasnât oblivious to the pained and pitiful look cast his way. "Hood, they're already gone." he whispers softly, hands coming down to gently cover his still compressed on your chest. Jason shakes his head. "No." he chokes out. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no."
"Yes." Tim says firmly. "I'veâŠI've got the car. I'll bring it round before the GCPD shows. We can handle this. We can take them back to the cave, clean them up like they deserve-"
"I said No." Jason snaps, blood rushing in his ears. He knew you were gone. He could tell from the way your blood went tacky on your chest, the stream trickling into a standstill. The way your face was devoid of colour, making you look shades lighter than he knew you were. Your hands were limp, head tilted. What was the worst was the way your eyes stared up into him, glassy and fogged, as if cracking open his soul.
Why did you kill me?
Why me?
Why didn't you save me?
He knew you wanted to live, god, he knew you loved life. Loved life with him, and he loved it back in return. If only you had been given the chance he once was. "Bring the car." he chokes out, eyes burning with a fierce determination.
"What are you planning?" Tim asks, hesitant as he sees the way Jason's body is coiled, ready to strike.
"We're going to save them." He says softly, hand squeezing your lax one tightly.
God, he just hoped you weren't going to hate him.
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"So, you tracked us down to ask for our services?" Thalia scoffs, circling the two of them. "Didn't think I'd have two birds on our doorstep, didn't your mentor teach you better?" she says disdainfully, eyes raking over Tim and Jason. Jason just holds your body closer, wrapped in a white sheet and cradled in his arms. Tim shifts uncomfortably, making Thalia's eyes gleam when she detects the weakness. "Oh," she purrs, almost delighted, crowding into Timâs space. "You're off the record."
"This doesn't involve Batman." Jason gruffly says. "This involves me. This is my request."
Thalia's eyes flick back to him, but Jason doesn't flinch. He'd dragged Tim along as an accomplice, going dark on the radar as he returned to the alps, the one place he had sworn to never return to. To do the one thing he had told himself he would never force on anyone.
But he couldn't lose you.
"So, you think you can just show back up and ask to use the pits?" She asks, eyes flicking to your form in his arms. "My, you really are as dumb as you are bold, aren't you?" She hums. Jason remains still, eyes focused on the hooded woman in front of him.
"I'll owe you a favour." he says, without a beat of hesitation.
Red Robin's eyes widen behind him, domino mask unable to hide his surprise. "Hood, are you kidding? you can't just-"
"Shut it." Jason hisses back. "This isn't your decision. This is mine, consequences included."
Tim backs down only slightly. "You know what Batman will say. We can't trust these people; they'll use that favour to burn down Gotham. Think."
Jason tries to, he really does. He tries to see the big picture, but all he can see is fragments of you and your life together that was smashed the second he put you in that passenger seat. "I am." he says softly.
He could walk away now and save Gotham for sure, or he could stay and save his world.
Thalia sidles up to him, lips pulled into a smirk, like a snake rearing its head. "I could do you a deal if that's the case." she says, eyes sparkling like emeralds. "But you have to make good on it. You of all should know how we handle broken promises in the League."
Jason considers it for a second, before steeling himself. There was no other option for him.
"You have a deal."
"I knew bringing you back would be worth it." she smiles, like a cat batting a mouse between its paws. She turns, gesturing for them to follow her with two fingers. "Come." she commands, beginning a clipping pace through the carved stone hideout. Jason follows wordlessly, and Tim soon does a moment after.
"How long have they been dead?" she calls, not even looking back.
"Less than a week." he replies almost immediately. Thalia smiles at that, dark and curious.
"Oh? Snappy, I see. Who exactly is under that blanket to make you run to this corner of the world so quickly?" she grins, stopping at the entrance of a deep set of stairs. She stalks closer, steps echoing and deliberate. With a quick motion she pulls back the sheet from your stiff corpse, eyes raking over your face.
"A lover?" she asks, eyebrows raised at the way Jason holds you closer instinctively.
"None of your business." he replies gruffly, making her roll her eyes.
"We should've taught you how to be subtle." she murmurs, beginning to descend the stairs. He follows into the darkness, shadows beginning to give way to a soft green glow, bouncing off the carved stone walls. Tim takes in the room they step in to at the bottom, a grand, ornate space, yet somehow still appearing crude. Death clings to the atmosphere, cold and uninviting.
"Hood, is this where-" he begins quietly, but Jason cuts him off.
"Yes." he says as he follows Thalia deeper, feet stopping by the edge of the glowing green pool. Panic swirls in his gut, making his senses set themselves on fire. His mind races as he tries to control his own fear, to stop the metallic taste from rising in his throat. Flashes of his own time in the pool pry themselves into the forefront of his memory, making his fists clench in your sheet. He pushes them all down, taking a deep and shaky breath.
This was for you.
"Don't forget, you owe me." Thalia warns, gaze haughty as he kneels by the pool, unwrapping you from your blanket. His heart wrenches seeing your stiff body, eyes still open as if to judge him. When he's untangled the sheet from you, he slowly begins to slip your body into the water, Tim running his hands through his hair in worry behind him.
"JesusâŠ" Tim breathes, anxiety radiating off him as he watches your body submerge under the green glow of the Lazarus Pit. Jason doesn't move from his kneeling position, Thalia beside him as he scans the water for a sign of life, a sign of movement. A sign of you. After a few tense moments, it happens. A hand breaks through the surface, making Tim jump. Your fingers are clawed in pain, but he chooses to focus on the way your colour returns to the digits. You appear from the pit like you're drowning, eyes rolled into the back of your head as you breach the water. Your mouth is open in a wide gasp, screaming in unmeasurable pain. His heart tears itself in two and his stomach is in knots hearing you make that kind of noise, writhing and clawing at your face.
Thalia watches you scream and double over in the pit, making a mocking pout as madness clouds your eyes. "Aww, how cute. You're just like each other, a match made in hell."
"ShitâŠ" Tim exhales, pacing back and forwards behind him. "Batman isn't going to like this. This isn't right, this isn't rightâŠ" he mutters, panic written all over him. Jason drowns both of them out, extending his hand softly towards you, leaning precariously over the waters to gently grip your wrist and guide you his way. He could fix you. he could fix this. He could make it all better.
He guides you until you're in front of him, the familiar burning smell of the Lazarus pit stinging his nose, a smell he struggled to describe yet it haunted him on random nights. His eyes soften under the mask as he sees the panic in your eyes, the shock of coming back paired with the madness fighting to grip your mind. The sound of your cries and screams echoed around the room, a sound so full of pain and fear that he couldn't help but flinch.
He could teach you, the way he was taught. He could help you get your feet back the soft way, a way he wished he could have been offered. He'd do everything in his power to make your second chance as painless as possible. He'd nurse your mind back if that's what it needed, calm the rages late at night if you had them. He'd take you in any form you came to him, growing pains and all. He'd teach you how to live again.
He only hoped that you wouldn't hate him forever for bringing you back.
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MARKED MINE â gojo satoru
MDNI, f! reader, established relationship, alcohol (youâre both little bit drunk but thereâs consent), pet names (baby, pretty, love), unprotected sex, clothed sex (reader wears a dress), creampie, spit play, piss play (unforeseen), he marks you like a dog (pees in u....), vv brief mention of implied period sex/oral in the past, lmk if i missed anything, 1.7k+ words of pure p*rn without plot
it was special and intimate. satoru laughed the first time it happened.
you came back home from a night out, both of you a little bit under the influence of alcohol. you barely unlocked the door â being precise with your movements while drunk was tricky, especially when you had to insert a key into the lock, and even more when your boyfriend was a bit of a dickhead and made sure to mock you as much as he could while you were trying to unlock the door â snorting at how you couldnât find the hole, that it was his job to poke inside and not yours, that he could find it with his eyes closed because you trained him so good â all while feeling you up from behind with his hard-on pushing out the crotch of his slacks, rubbing between your ass cheeks.
after a few minutes of struggling, you finally managed to unlock, and the second you stepped in and closed the door â you were pinned against it, his hands slipping under your dress only to grab your ass and lift you over his groin as you gripped on his shoulders for support. you could feel his hardness against your clothed cunt, already sensing that his big balls had a nice load for you in there.
âyou are so prettyâ, satoru whispered as his lips brushed against yours. â how do you know â the lights are offâ, you breathed into his mouth, putting one hand at the back of his neck, your nails giving a little scratch on his undercut, the sensation making him hiss.
âyou knowâ, he pushed his hips slightly forward, his tip pressing against your clothed cunt, âi donât have to look â i can smell you already. you always smell so beautifulâ
your pussy was already wet and prepared. and he knew that, you were leaking copious amounts through your panties on his clothed crotch. he could feel it, smell it in the air.
âsay.. can i fuck you, baby?â, satoru asked, one of his hands loosened the grip on your ass before letting go completely. his arm muscles bulged even more against your palm as he held your entire weight with a single hand while the other worked on unbuckling his pants to take his throbbing cock out. âlookâ, he gave it a few slow pumps, âcan you see how bad i want you right now?â
âdickhead.. i canât see anythingâ, you spoke, trying not to moan from the musky scent hitting your nostrils, âbut i can smell you, tooâ
âso, what do you say â do you want this dick head?â
âmhmâ, you only hummed, your mind too clouded to form a coherent comeback, and it wasnât the alcohol to blame.
âhold tight thenâ, the hand he was touching himself with earlier went back to gripping your ass again. you wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you to the bedroom.
he threw you on the bed and hovered his huge frame over yours. you both were still with your clothes on â neither of you wanting to waste precious time undressing, only getting rid of what was in the way â he lifted your dress up and pulled your panties to the side while you helped him push his slacks down below his ass.
satoru leaned in closer, his tip swirling around your entrance, âfuckâ, he hissed at the sensation, âcanât wait to be in youâ
one of his hands came to your jaw as his mouth covered yours, pulling and sucking on your tongue, trying to reach down your throat. it felt like he was devouring you. when he pulled back to take a breath, trails of saliva dripped from his mouth and onto your chin. he wiped it with his thumb, then slid it into your mouth, smearing his liquid on the tip of your tongue.
âopen big for me, loveâ, he said in a low voice. you complied without a second thought, your body acted on its own â not only did you open your mouth but also spread your legs wider, inviting him in both up and down.
your eyes were already adapted to the darkness, the moonlight creeping in from the window helped you see his face better. you could distinguish the spit building in the corners of his mouth and, shortly after, a huge glob of drool rolled from his lips into your open mouth, sliding over your teeth and coating your tongue. you didnât swallow it immediately but held it in the back of your throat, feeling it slide around, tasting it. it almost felt like your mouth was your pussy and his spit was his precum, sliming up inside you.
âswallow it, babyâ, he whispered, eyes fixated on your neck, anticipating to witness his spit go down your throat. but you didnât, not yet at least. instead, you placed your hands on his ass cheeks and pushed him against your cunt â a way of saying âiâll only listen if you put it inâ.
âfuckâ, he hissed, his body shuddered slightly. he almost just came but managed to hold it back, he wanted to fuck you good, just how you wanted. but it messed with him when you were being needy, which almost always made it harder for him to last long.
âyour wish is my command, babyâ, satoru used one hand to line up his cock with your entrance, rubbing the head across your pussy lips, parting them and pressing against your opening. it was only then that you finally swallowed his spit and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for proof.
your actions made him groan and he entered you in one hard and unapologetic thrust, heavily ramming his entire cock inside you in one go, forcing you to stretch and open unexpectedly. he pushed so hard it pressed your body harder into the mattres, almost driving the air out of your lungs.
âshitâ, you cried out, your mouth remained open as you tried to adjust yourself to his size that forced itself all the way in with eagerness never seen before.
âsorry, prettyâ, satoru let out a low groan, his hand wiping the sweat off your forehead, âbut itâs your fault, you make a mad man out of meâ, he chuckled breathily as he started darting in and out of you, slowly increasing the intensity of his pounding, pulling only about half of his cock out and then burying all of it back in, bolting pleasure all through your system. as his lower body collided with yours, he leaned in to meet your mouth in a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless and filling the room with muffled pants.
your hands went to his well-toned ass, kneading a little and pushing him in time with his penetration all while your body met his every thrust, which made satoru whimper into the kiss. fine little shivers worked their way up and down his skin.
âi really⊠just⊠canât⊠with youâŠâ, he dragged out each word.
he was going harder now, delving in your depths, parting the swollen walls of your cunt as his cock fervently throbbed in and out of you. you werenât sure if it was your own pulse throbbing in your vagina or the blue veins covering his cock pulsing inside you. either way it made you clench and suck him harder into your hole.
âsatoru..â, you moaned, âyou always feel so goodâ.
âdamn, baby, so do youâ, he moaned back, âyour pussy is a perfect fit for my cock, no matter how many times i fuck you â itâs always magicâ, he muttered before burying his head in the hollow space between your neck and shoulder.
his strokes grew more desperate, shorter and faster with each thrust now â it meant he was really close. but so were you.
his mushroom head continuously rammed into your sweet spot, causing a slight but delicious pain at the back of your pussy, and soon, your body started shuddering, hips bucking frantically against him as you came on his cock, moaning the pleasure out of your lungs â which was the last push he needed. it only took him one last thrust to reach his high â he groaned loudly as his cock pulsed and shivered inside you, splashing his hot creamy seed deep into your willing pussy.
âi love you... i love youâŠâ, he repeatedly mumbled, face still buried in the crook of you neck.
but the movements of his hips didnât stop. he was still pushing his cock inside you, squeezing the last drops of his cum, and even after he was dry and finished â he didnât cease. the intense sensation subsided but he didnât go entirely soft. his tip felt extremely sensitive, it both hurt and tickled him a little at the same time as he kept pressing gently into your cunt.
âit feels funnyâ, he sighed, slurring his words, âitâs like iâm about to peeâ, he chuckled in disbelief.
âwellâ, you whispered into his ear, âletâs see how it goesâ
âreally?â
âreally.â
the thought of him peeing in you didnât disgust neither of you. at all. as insane as it might sound â it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. you were his and he was yours. you had already shared many things before â the good, the bad, laughter, pain, cum, spit, your period blood on his lips and cock â everything. so, sharing this too somehow made sense to both of you.
after your verbal consent, satoru picked up his rhythm, almost invoking it by force. his moans got louder, way louder than usual. you had never heard him pant like this before â it was new and it made your walls tighten around his now overly delicate dick, involuntarily sucking and holding him in.
droplets of sweat covered his body, he was unable to control his movements at this point â his body started shuddering when it started to release â a solid spray of his piss hit the inside of your cunt, flowing down deeper, fusing with his seed from earlier. your pussy was already spent but the sensation of his hot stream inside made you erupt into yet another orgasm.
âshitâ, you both growled in unison, and soon after â he laughed heartily into the crook of your neck.
he laughed. he outright started grinning and giggling uncontrollably. from pure joy and ecstasy. he felt closer than ever to you now â after marking you like a dog marking his territory, he felt like he truly owned you.
âbad boyâ, you sighed, as if you were scolding a puppy, âyou made a messâ
ânoâ, he smugly replied, âi marked you mine, gave you my all â my spit, my cum, my piss â theyâre all inside you nowâ
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dubcon pervy! g!p gym trainer yujin who touches you on parts sheâs not supposed to?đ€€ youâd be bent over the equipment and sheâd press her hard cock against you with her fingers ghosting right above your breasts but thatâs ok cuz sheâs only correcting your form, right? right??!? it goes on for many sessions but you were a bit dumb to realize her advances :( so one day as she instructs you to do a stretcg that bends you over and gives her a delicious view of your ass, she loses all self-control, pushes your head against the yoga mat, and fucks you from behind hard and nasty like a rabid dogđ«sheâs been restraining herself for soooo long! and poor you couldnât do anything but take her big cock cuz she was too strong (grabbing both of your wrists behind your back) :( both of you go on fucking in different positions, on every gym equipment, nonstop. and did i mention, you were a dumb virgin :( and it only turned yujin on even more when you were crying and begging her to stop bc you were unfamiliar with this (extremely good) sensation stirring up in your stomach :((( poor reader has never even touched herself before :( and all yujin wanted to do was to corrupt youđ”âđ«
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this ask has been rotting in my drafts for months omg apologies đ anon đđđ as always one can never go wrong with pervy yuj đ€
[cw: dubcon.]
totally into the idea of this yujinnie here being someone youâve actually known beforehand like maybe sheâs an older siblingâs friend or smth so you feel super comfortable around her and is thus blind to anything weird she does to you đ”âđ« bcs as far as you know thatâs just who yujin is: affectionate and naturally touchy-feely with people that she knows! ofc that made it especially easy for her to get away with doing pervy things such as very very sexual comments about your body that she passed off as either jokes or âreally specific complimentsâ, briefly brushing her hands against your boobs, touching your ass, etc. đ«Ł and the touching doesnât even stop outside of your one-on-one meetings! seriously, how could you be so stupid to ignore how her hand always rested so suspiciously low whenever she had an arm wrapped around your waist⊠she was almost disappointed that it was all too easy but you were still so pretty that she needed to fuck you đłđł
she was hoping to slowly push you into wanting her back just so nobody can tell her shit about abusing her âpositionâ over you as this mentor figure, but one day you just showed up in a particularly skimpy outfit and that was the last straw for her! all morals out the window đ and it didnât help that yujin hadnât gotten off for days too.. it was perfect! yujinnie watching with bated breath while you were doing your cute little warm-up stretches, she didnât care to hide her hard-on anymore because why would she?? youâll get to see her dick in a matter of minutes anyway đ„° but as morbidly horny yujin was, she doesnât get to it right away! she had some manners! đ€ she helps you out with a few workouts as per usual, shares a few jokes and conversations here and there, she even showed you some pictures of her little puppy just to get you nice and comfortable⊠then you were finally laying on your back on a yoga mat while yujin towered above you, âhelpingâ you with some sit-ups although that wasnât something that was in your routine beforeâŠ
ah, yujinnie taking advantage of your exhaustion.. your head seemed to have taken you elsewhere bcs you rlly didnât notice how she had fit herself in between your legs, her hard cock poking at your clothed cunt, her hands keeping your legs apart without too much pressure so you wouldnât notice⊠that was until you blinked and set your eyes on yujin again.. âuhm.. unnie?â oh you were so stupid! really!? thatâs all youâll say about this extremely awkward and frankly, humiliating situation??! yujin couldnât believe her ears, and her eyes! you didnât make a single move to scuttle away like she expected you to!
it takes yujin a thrust of her hips for your poor instincts to finally kick in and you attempted to push her off.. only to have your wrists pinned above your head đŁ and before you knew it, your pants have been pulled down and you were taking yujinâs thick cock very painfully slowly.. she doesnât bother to use her other hand to cover up your mouth, she needed to hear your voice.. hear how you whined and winced in pain but would moan her name at every thrust⊠and she likes how you got yourself to be free from her hold just to grab at her shirt and claw at her arms.. yk what she liked even more?? how you begged in tears for her to âwaitâ and âslow downâ but didnât make any attempts to push her away like before.. and ofc yujin doesnât miss the way youâve practically wrapped your legs around her waistâyou wanted this!
if you ask me she was wayyy too ecstatic to help you with some other kind of workout đââïžđââïž yujinnie practically manhandles you the entire time you fucked in that room⊠grabbing your waist tightly to the point she made marks on your skin with her nails then sheâd aggressively push you around, making sure youâre in the perfect position to take her cock smoothly⊠face down, ass up, both of your hands gripping the mat for dear life while she pounds your holes⊠even making you gag and spit all over her fingers just to massage your clit in a way that makes you bite your lip until it bleeds⊠everything was painful, but it was also all just too good that you sat there and took it like the good girl yujin kept muttering that you were đ
yujinâs big on praises for you bcs she always made sure to encourage you in your sessions but she was especially fond of you while she fucked your ass, for some reason! đ„° so many âgood girlâs and âgood jobâs⊠her praises only wanted you to be better for her âčïžâčïž so ofc you parted your own ass so she could go all out⊠literally thrusting into you like she will never fuck anyone ever again, biting your shoulder and drooling all over it like a dog in heat⊠you have never felt more accomplished in your life until yujin came inside you.. filling you up while you simultaneously squirted on her dick (which she liked very much btw!!) with a sweet moan that will surely be stuck in yujinâs head for daysss to come đ”âđ«
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MINORS DNI 18+
Showering with RAFE CAMERON always seems promising. The potential to be intensely romantic, stuck in a close and steamy location completely naked, washing and massaging each other, watching his dick physically fill out at the sight of your soapy tits. Instead, itâs cut and dry. Practically formal as he focuses on getting in and out. While heâs in the shower, heâs got a routine, a list of things he needs to complete and they have to be in order. The last thing he wants is a distraction, and he purely allows you in during his private shower time because âYouâre like a dog, you know? Youâve got like⊠separation anxiety or something.â
Nevertheless you enjoy it. You listen to him when he directs you away from the faucet for his turn, you get a front row seat to how he scrubs shampoo into his hair and the suds run down his contracting muscles, sometimes he even lets you cling onto him. You wrap your arms around his waist as he rinses his conditioner, soapy bodies sliding against one another as you stamp your cheek onto his chest. Hot water runs down, warming the two of you as you share the faucet, and the remnants of slippery conditioner form a film on your skin.
Whatâs even rarer is when heâs in an uncharacteristically frisky mood during it. For the most part, showering is a utility, no room for fun. But a variation can be seen from time to time, taking advantage of his good mood. You can tell he wants it when he swats your little ass as you walk in, eyeing it up as it ripples from the impact, growling at the sight of it. He follows in right after you, keeping close behind you as you enter the stall, shutting the door behind him. He doesnât go first, he lets you do as you please, dunking your head under the spray to wet your hair, and he rubs circles into your hips. Brainâ usually running wild with his extensive to-do listâ is now empty, save for the image of fucking you right now, bouncing your ass on his cock. All heâd have to do is bend you down with a splayed hand on your back, give his dick a few yanks, and tuck it inside, he knows youâre slick enough. And if youâre not, getting fucked like he owns you will certainly do the trick.
âRafe?â you call, snapping him out of trance but not freeing him of his dirty thoughts, drawing his lower lip between his teeth as he keeps his eyes on the curves of your backside. He hums, and you nod to yourself, having to keep your eyes closed to protect them from the shampoo that trails down your forehead. âYou wanna rinse?â you ask politely, realizing how long youâve been under the faucet for.
âNah, baby, do what you need to do. Yâlook damn good doing it.â Another swat to your ass deepens the blush of his handprint from earlier, and you squeak. âFuck.â You wet your hair again, washing the suds down so you can see, but heâs already decided what heâs going to do to you. Big hand slots in between your legs, stooping to reach as his fingertips scoop, and brush your clit. You jolt from the sensitivity, unconsciously lifting your leg with a tilt of your hips to accommodate him. His middle finger passes through your slit, witnessing the moisture thatâs already accumulated there. A little feigned gasp sounds behind you. âPrincess, youâre so wet.â he murmurs the observation, like you expected something like this to happen. You brace against the tile, and try to look over your shoulder at him. âCanât be walkinâ around like this acting like Iâm not going crazy over here.â He chases your cunt as you squirm, using your slick to rub circles into your bud. That hand clamped on your hip yanks you back, controlling your escape from him as he mercilessly swipes at your clit. It makes your legs shake.
Only when your overcompensating pussy drips pre-cum down your thighs does he let up with driving your clit insane, diving two fingers into your hole without hesitation. You cry out, clawing at wall as your tits press into that cold tile. To get a better angle, he wedges his wrist in the crook of your ass cheeks, watching them jiggle as he sets the pace, slamming his fingers in to the hilt. Even though the showerâs running, he can still hear your cunt make music for him as he fucks it with his fingers.
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Downward Dog
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Joel Miller x f reader
Word count: 1.1k
Summary: Joelâs back in the window again.
Warnings: SMUT, voyeurism, creepy perv behavior, dirty talk, male masturbation, PWP, little sprinkle of daddy cause I love you.
A word from the author: đ€·ââïž idk, man. You tell me.
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For six days Joel watched you. Every afternoon at one oâclock your husband drove off and shortly after youâd saunter out to the yard in some skin tight little get-up and bend and twist your body in ways that were just between you and him. The sound of your husbandâs truck became a Pavlovian bell, and Joelâs cock would rush with blood when he heard it.
Today he was ready and waiting when you made your appearance. He had switched off the light, dragged his two step stool into position, and sat perched in an old tshirt, shorts and boxers draped over the stair rail, and lube warming in the bottle between his big, paddle-like hands.
He had the perfect vantage point and a trusty routine.
Joel ignores his erection until youâre ready. He waits with anticipation prickling up his neck, silently urging you to get a move on.
Itâs hot out and your yard doesnât have much shade like Joelâs does. He wishes youâd come do your workout by his pool. Maybe he should mention it, he thinks.
Slowly you begin, as you often do, arms up, tits out. He likes that part. He likes it better when you bend forward onto your knees, hands outstretched and ass up. Joel imagines taking you from behind while you stay just like that. Naked and bouncing back onto his cock, crying out for him.
Joel pulls lazily at his cock as he watches you with interest. He canât remember being so hard before. He isnât a young man anymore, but your little display is like Viagra. Heâs long and thick, never had any complaints from the ladies. Not about his cock, at least.
As you push your hips up into what looks like an upside down letter V, Joel reaches for the little bottle of lube that normally lives in his bedside drawer, but lately just sits on the bookshelf by the stairs.
Those big hands are good for a lot of things, but being good with small objects isnât one of them. He fumbles the bottle and it rolls onto the stairs.
âFuck,â he breathes, and tries to quickly weigh the pros and cons of tearing his eyes away from you to go after it.
He sighs, frustrated and impatient, but goes to get his lube. Itâs easier to pretend his fist is your tight cunt with the added wetness.
Back in his seat, Joel quickly finds you again.
âFuck me,â he complains, blinking.
His eyes must be deceiving him. He must be having a stroke, he thinks, itâs what he deserves.
He blinks hard and squints, cursing himself for not getting the binoculars so he can watch even more closely as you look around shyly at your empty, privacy fence-enclosed back yard, left to the Smithâs house, then right to his, never noticing your secret admirer. Apparently satisfied that youâre alone and hidden, you gather the fabric of your top and lift it over your head.
Joel thinks his heart may have stopped. He watches the bounce of your bare breasts as they drop from the tight fabric. Despite the warmth of the day and the sweat shimmering on your skin already, your nipples pebble when touched by the air. He wants so badly to take them in his hands, his mouth.
Joelâs mouth waters. He should look away, but his hand is already twisting up and down his shaft.
âFuck baby. Yeah, get 'em out for me,â he mutters through clenched teeth.
You fan yourself with your hand, no match for the Austin heat, and flow through two more deep stretches. Youâre moving slowly, and Joel matches the jerk of his fist to your pace, humming and groaning as he talks you through his fantasy.
âThatâs it, spread those knees for daddy. Let me see that little pussy. Show daddy where you need his cock.â
He grunts, heavy breaths between ragged moans of your name and each new vulgar thought.
âYou gonna take it all? You sure you can handle it? Suck it. Come on. Come on, show me how bad you want this big dick,â he speaks for no one to hear.
Joel knows how to get himself off. He knows how to edge himself just to the point of losing control then backing off to make the pleasure last. He breathes deeply and strokes gently around the thick base of his cock, cradling his balls.
Itâs during this shift in momentum when Joel loses the battle. He can no longer be the good man he told himself he was. Not when you stand and shimmy out of your leggings, leaving nothing more to his imagination or his decency.
Youâre barely into your lunge when his post is abandoned and heâs pulling his shorts on to dash down the stairs and opening the patio door as quietly as he can. He ducks down, skulking through his own yard to crouch down next to the fence, knees in the dirt, amongst the ornamental grass and the azaleas he planted for his ex wife.
Joel is hyper aware of every sound, every move he makes. He struggles to control his breathing as he leans his forehead against the fence, one crazed, lust-blackened eye peering between the slats to get a glimpse of you, barely ten feet away now.
Painfully hard, and smearing lube inside his shorts, he watches you. He will let himself feel guilt and shame later, right now all he wants to feel is the soft lips of your pussy dragging over his nose and mouth and chin. He wants you gushing over his face. Youâre so close he swears he can smell you, sweet and damp, ready to be filled. On his hands and knees like a fucking dog, he thinks for a moment, then pulls his heavy cock back out to resume his torment.
Youâre almost done. He can tell by the way you lie back on the mat, arms and legs loose and eyes closed. He can see the rise and fall of your belly with each breath, but his focus is on your cunt. Heâs almost done.
His vision is tunneled, his mind is blank and when your hand drifts lazily to cup your pussy, tracing your fingertips up the seam. You lift one knee to open yourself to your own hand and Joel canât stop the gasp that escaped him as he comes, painting the dirt below him with his spend.
Shame sets in fast, it makes his belly ache as he catches his breath, softening cock against his thigh, mud on his knees. Heâs quickly consumed by it, swears to never do this again, this isnât who he is, he scolds himself.
He wishes he could convince you of the same when you appear suddenly over the fence, eyes wide with understandable alarm at having heard your neighbor groaning as if in pain, and run to his aid only to find him peeking through the fence, dick wet and face flushed.
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this is my element (+ album)
asking me to pick my fave album is like asking an orphan matron to pick her favorite baby boy
thats some weird and cruel circumstances to put upon me i feel like it changes every damn week like a rota
i mean what if my beats misbehave and i gotta put 'em in time out i cant play permanent on that theyre too cute
but yknow what i can show you one thing thats been on my mind lately
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so when i was a kid we had this skateboard vid by "element skateboards" on DVD
they were this skateboard kit slash apparel company that was all about progressivism and shit and they did these much lauded comp tapes of dudes riding around on their boards and doing the dopest of macho tricks on the shit
flipping it turnways
putting the rock in the house like a big man
we had some of their merch actually
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so anyways the one we had back then was This Is My Element
released 2007
mostly clips from cali i think and i mean the camerawork is fucking insane on some of those shots
this is gonna sound lame as fuck but i prob spent so many cumulative hours just peelin through the footage and ogling the shit outta it
that framing was tight
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so you may be asking yourself or me
dave you genuine dicksucker i asked about your fav album not your favorite sordid ass display of smooth dudes hardcore riding and grinding them boards in public dude you have a problem
ok well that wasnt a question first of all so jot that down
but anyways to THAT i say
listen to the music
the whole thing has an original soundtrack of ambient beats
got some abstract hip hop jams, got some more indie stuff, lots of acoustic sampling
HELLA underground
and basically every track minus one is done by sampler beast david p. madson AKA "odd nosdam"
dude is my hero seriously
he is the master of the beat machine i shit you not hes always been kinda my idol on this stuff
aside from bro obviously
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obviously.
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anyways he had an E-mu SP-1200 which is a really oldschool sampler invented by dave rossum in the late 80s
revolutionary to the hip hop scene
nosdam had this mega distinct sound to his music that i always wanted to replicate on my own beats
still do
i dont know for sure if he used it on T.I.M.E. but he uses some of the same samples from "vol. 9" which was exclusively SP-1200 so im gonna get a lil jâaccuzi on that
it couldve been a boss dr sampler SP-202 though idk
he had one of those
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so aside from beating the shit out of the pause/resume button to flip my whole cranium at the cinematography or whatever i would also kinda play it on loop to listen to the soundtrack and space out at 2am
the lonely broner seemed to free his mind at night
ok shit broner is good but i didnt mean it like that
that was goofy lets just keep movin
it was the only way i had to listen to it back then but i mean the video is 50 mins long so its basically just an odd nosdam album with accompanying ambient skater sounds and random expletives and whatever
random car sequence
yknow what i dont think people respect enough?
the dude who catches all the "mad stunts yo" on camera
i swear to god at least half the time hes ALSO on a board and that shit is bananas to me
bros gotta be on some whole other level of zen to skate good AND catch all them glamor shots of his fellow skater
thats like an express ticket to the ER imo
the ambulance is already on the scene watching you like an eager crow watches a half dead dog
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ok gonna go ahead and lay it out flat
not great on a board myself
kinda dogshit at it actually
so maybe im not exactly an arbitrator of skateboard heinousness
but i always kinda liked watching THEM do it i mean who doesnt?
whats an even crazier layer to stack on the "dave" cake is
and dirk told me this because unfortunately it kinda happened post-2009
he would do all these collabs with one of my childhood favorite underground rappers david cohn aka serengeti
surrounded by daves left and right dude even before all the time travel horseshit
thats like
serendipitous as fuck i think!
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if sburb was just a revolving door of artists called dave that i could bump fists with
instead of other mes in various states of aliveness tending toward extremely dead
i wouldve probably given it something higher than 2 stars on my TGN review
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so yeah you ask me my favorite album its T.I.M.E. by odd nosdam i guess
bump that shit on a walk your mind will go places unknown to man
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Not a one time thing
r.q: being friends with benefits, with jace where you both end up drunk at a party and end up having sx and the next day you guys laugh it off and forget abt it. but jace starts to crave you more and first youâre hesitant about it, but then you guys agree on friends with benefits. now you guys js randomly whenever youâre stressed or in the mood and calling eachother in the middle of the night. jace starts to catch feelings and like fights the urge to say ily while theyâre doing it. and then they js like end up together idk. but youâre like my fav jace writer rn
w.c: 1k
c.w: slight nsfw, sweet jace, mutual pining, fwb to lovers, cute little drabble, not proofread, written with f!reader in mind but is basically gn!reader
You thought your slip up with Jace would be a one time thing, that after the two of you walk out of the party laughing about it that that would be it. Yet not even two nights later youâre staring down at a âare you up?â text from him. You donât answer him, texting him back in the morning and saying you had been asleep and asking him what he needed, he had said it was nothing and he âfigured it outâ but that just left you way too curious.
Yet when he shows up at your house at two am with his puppy dog eyes and a rock between his legs you let him push you on the couch and let him have you once again. When you wake up and heâs making breakfast in your kitchen shirtless you decide to lay down some ground rules to quell the pounding of your heart.
Strictly friends with benefits. No feelings attached. exclusively one another, definitely a rule in place just to avoid stds, no other reason. Arrangement must be broken off is one of you begins to like someone else.
Sounds easy enough. Its a good stress reliever for you, whenever you have a test or your studying is not going as well as expected you give him a ring and heâs quick to show up to take your mind off of it and you do the same for him. It works well, at least for you, but Jace seems to be struggling a lot more then you are.
You canât tell he is of course. He is good at hiding it, but it begins to grow more and more daunting as heâs thrusting into you, staring at your with heart eyes that you canât see since your eyes are closed, his thumb rubs affectionally on your jaw as he watches you climax, itâs gotten to the point he has no care for his own pleasure, he gets his fill from watching your eyes rolls in the back of your head.
Four times. It was a new record for him. Four times he almost told you that he loved you. He watches you as you scroll through your phone, oblivious to the internal battle heâs having. You are so beautiful. You havenât even bothered to put back on any of your clothes, he admires you fully, he had no clue how long he was until you look at him with a raised brow, âYou like what you see big guy?â
He loves you.
He simply reaches over and places a kiss on your lips before he lays back down. âWhatâs that for?â Because i love you. âTo shut you up.â You roll your eyes and smack him on the chest. âSays you while staring at my bare chest you perv.â
He thinks he can keep it in for awhile, let his feelings pass. Yet he ends up blowing up. You have been spending a lot more time with cregan. Cregan fucking stark his best friend yet he has never wanted to murder a man more. Why are you walking around and smiling with him? Why did you fucking bail on him one night to hang out with cregan?
âIs this over?â
You turn to him confused, setting down the pizza you had ordered for the two of you down on the table and shake your head, âWhat are you talking about?â
His posture is rigid, heâs fiddling around with his fingers, he would normally be shirtless but you take notice of the fact heâs wearing a plain white shirt. âAre we over?â
âNo? Why would,â You attempt to put it in the words, we seems to intimate despite the fact that's how he worded it, âour arrangement,, end? You like someone?â
âWhat about cregan? You like him donât you?â You tilt your head at him and let out a confused laugh. âYou mean your best friend cregan? what the fuck are you on about?â
âYou said our arrangement ends if one of us starts to like someone else.â âYes i did, so what you think i like cregan?â âYes.â This is what breaks you and you laugh, you cover your face in your hands as you turn away and you laugh. âwhat the are you talking about? No i donât like cregan. Why would it matter if i did?â
âBecause i love you.â You freeze. You turn around quickly to stare at him with wide eyes. âWhat?â
âI love you. I donât want to be some stupid arrangement. I want there to be us, we. Together.â
You gulp, you feel your feelings youâve kept locked down bubbling up to the surface. You have to be rational, he is clearly not thinking straight you know him. âJace. This is coming from you being jealous you shouldnât say stuff like that. Hey ill stop hanging out with cregan without you-â
âNo. Iâm in love with you. This is not because Iâm fucking jealous, sure maybe i am but i am so madly in love with you everyday i have to stop myself from professing my love to you from the highest mountain. If I'm saying this because I'm jealous then why do i feel the urge to tell you i love you while youâre withering underneath me. I love you.â
He had made his way over to you. He stands in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. âIf you donât feel the same we should end this. Never speak again, maybe that would kill me but i canât just keep ignoring how i feel for you any longer.â He tenses in your silence, âPlease answer me.â
âI never wanted to get into this arrangement with you because i knew one day i would crack. I ignored your calls and texts because i was so nervous to begin this dangerous game with you because i am so madly in love with you Jace.â
He rushes to cup your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss. You can feel him grinning against your lips and he must feel the way youâre smiling back.
âDoes boyfriend Jace fuck anything different than friend Jace?â
âYouâre about to find out.â
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âMY DOG ROOMMATEâ ( l.jeno )
p. hybrid!jeno x fem!reader w. 1.9k
warnings? unprotected sex, breeding kink, squirting, big cock jeno
â đŠč ( jeno canât spend another heat with his mate ) !
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jeno first figured out you were his mate the day you moved in â it wasnât common for hybrids and humans to roommate , but you both were strapped for cash and needed help paying bills. the day you came through the doors , boxes in his hand he felt it , his need for you.
not wanting to scare you off , he decided to push it aside , but as time went on and you got closer , it was so hard for the hybrid to deny it , especially with his heats becoming stronger , you knew about his heats , but heâd often just lock himself in his room for a week , you werenât aware that heâd be in there , wrapped up in pool of clothes heâd stolen from you , fucking his fist , wishing it was you , cumming over all your clothes with a whimper , his cock still hard and twitching against his stomach.
even though you didnât know about the mate thing , you didnât really help either â your constant touching , the scratches behind his ear randomly which sent him into overdrive , you were also extremely caring , buying him things , making his food , packing him lunch for work , make sure he had his protein shakes after working out â you were practically his acting as his mate already.
âgood morning jeno.â he was met with your beautiful smile. âgood morning.â he sat down , immediately being bombarded with your sent , it was much stronger â way stronger than ever before. âdid you go to the gym today?â he questioned , your eyes widened , it always shocked you when he would guess. âi just got back , i heard you moving around in your room , so i got your breakfast and protein shake ready before my shower , i know you normally eat all this after the gym , but iâll be out with a friend when you get back so i wanted to make sure youâd have it.â you said.
there it is again , the pulling at his heart â it was even more painful than before , he hissed grabbing his chest. âyou okay jen?â you questioned. âjust some chest pains , iâm okay.â you ignored his answer , walking over to him , your scent even stronger. âfuck.â he whispered , something was definitely wrong , this was a different type of pain. âjeno , hey.â you snapped him out of his thoughts. âhuh?â
you put your hand up to his head , his body immediately calming down due to your touch. âyouâre a bit warm , maybe you shouldnât go to the gym , iâll call my friends and tell them i canât make it.â he stopped you , grabbing your hand. âno , itâs fine.â he said. âtold you just a bit of chest pain , iâm fine now , go have fun with your friend.â you nodded. âwell take it easy at the gym , donât over do it.â you warned. âokay mom.â you chuckled. âgood boy , iâll go shower now.â you reached up , scratching behind his ears , before walking back to your room , he bit his fist to cover up the painful moan that left his lips
he couldnât focus on his workout , the pain in his chest getting worse and worse â to the point where heâd almost dropped a weight on his foot. he ended up coming back to a empty house , you mustâve left out already , the food sitting covered on the stove , his protein shake sitting in the fridge with a cute little note that made him smile.
he decided to shower , not having anything else planned , he made his way to his bathroom , opening the door , your soap still lingering in the air â it wasnât uncommon for you to use his shower , your hot water never working. the pain coming back in his chest , he groaned , leaning over the sink. âfuck.â he picked up his phone , dialing jaemin , his friend who was another hybrids number. âyo wassup jeno.â the boy shouted into the phone , jeno hissed in pain , his scenes heightening , the boys voice ringing through his head. âbro , you okay?â
âno , iâm in so much fucking pain right now.â he growled. âwhat kind of pain?â jaemin asked. âa pain in my -fuck- in my chest.â he said. âit hurts so fucking bad , it feels like iâm dying.â he slammed his hands on the sink. âbro , youâre going into a early rut.â jaemin said. âwhat , that canât happen.â he said , jeno was growing frustrated. âit can when you have a mate , but itâs not a good thing.â
âwhy?â he said , jaemin explained to him , âbecause combined with the chest pains , that means you mating bond is being rejected , if you donât do something , youâre slowly gonna descend into madness , and that wonât be safe for you or your roommate.â he hung up on jaemin , making his way back to his bed , throwing his body on to the bed , his thumb hovering over your number.
you could barely focus on the guy in front of you , your mind was stuck on jeno , he did not look so well before you left , you shouldâve made him some soup before you left. âeveryone okay?â soobin , the sweet boy in front of you asked. âyeah iâm-.â you were cut off my your phone ringing. âjust a second , iâm sorry.â you read the number , it was jeno , he never called when you were out. âyou have to answer that?â
you smiled apologetic , before answering the call. âjen?â it was silent. âare you okay , whatâs wrong?â you heard a groan , a painful one at that. âi-i c-canât.â you stood up worried. âhey , iâm coming home now.â you turned to soobin. âsomething is wrong , i have to go.â he nodded , understandingly, you grabbed your things , giving the boy a quick hug and another apology before almost running out the restaurant. âiâm coming now , just holding on.â
the ride home was torturous , worry filling your body as you asked the taxi driver to speed up â getting on the elevator , making your way to your floor. you opened the door , making your way to jenoâs room. âjeno.â you knocked on his door , his groans made you push the door open , where he laid against his headboard shirtless. âoh my god.â you ran over to his bed , sitting down.
he was sickly pain , skin all sweaty like he had just been working out. âmy god jeno.â your hand came up to feel his forehead. âyouâre burning up.â you gasped , he wrapped his hand around your wrist , pulling you close to his body , sniffing. âj-jeno.â you stuttered. âwhy do you smell like that?â his voice deep. âwhy do you smell like a guy?â you furrowed your eye brows. âjeno thatâs not import- why do you smell like a fucking guy (y/n)?â
âi told you i was going out with a friend.â you said , holding yourself back hand on his chest. âthatâs why itâs rejecting , you were out with another guy.â you were confused. ârejecting? jeno what are you talking about , you arenât well.â you said. âbecause of you , iâm not well because of you , iâm at home in pain while my mate it out with another guy.â he scoffed.
mate? youâd done research on hybrids and mates and stuff when jeno moved in , just to be prepared , but you only thought hybrids mate with other hybrids. âjeno , how was i supposed to know , you didnât tell me anything.â your hand came up to scratch behind his ear , he grabbed your wrist , pulling you down , flipping your body over , hovering over you. âmine.â
he pressed his lips against yours , grinding his hard cock against yours. âhis scent is all over you.â he groaned against your neck. âhe touched what was mine.â his sharp teeth scrapping against your neck. âje-jeno.â you moaned. âgonna mark your pretty skin , let everyone know youâre fucking mine.â you yelped as he sunk his teeth into you. âfu-fuck!â
he sat back on his knees , yanking the front of your dress down , your tits spilling out , jeno was salivating , taking one of your boobs into his mouth sucking while squeezing the other one , rocking his cock against your heat. âsh-shit jeno.â you moaned. âjeno iâm gonna cum.â he bucked his hips against you , the fabric of his gym shorts rubbing against his cock , his tail wagging side to side in excitement as dry humped you. âjeno!â
you came , your panties sticking to you. âfuck iâm gonna cum , gonna fucking cum in my shorts , ngh fuck!â he groaned , his cock twitching as he came , messing up his underwear. this didnât nothing his cock was still hard , he needed more. âneed to fuck you , stuff your cunt full of my cock.â
you moaned at his lewd words , whining. âpl-please fuck me.â he practically ripped your panties off , pulling his cock out from his shorts , he was above average , and really thick â his tip red , cum still dripping from his hole. ây-youâre so big.â your eyes widened. âmight not fit.â he spread your cunt , rubbing his cock against your clenching hole. âfuck , then iâll make it fit.âhe pushed it thick tip in. âsh-shit.â he pushed his cock in. âtiny fucking pussy , my cock can barely fit.â
you screamed in pain and pleasure as he slowly bullied his cock into you. âw-wait jeno.â you moaned , your legs shaking as you came for a second time. âf-fuck.â he finally pushed himself fully inside you. âyou came just from taking my cock.â he groaned , thrusting.
âshit , such a warm fucking cunt.â he grunted. âhad to spend all these ruts alone.â held your waist , fucking into you. âfucking my fist to your scent , while you were only feet away , couldâve filled this pussy with my pups a long time ago.â you couldnât speak , your brain completely shut off , only thing on your mind was jeno. âpl-please.â you moaned.
âis that what you want?â he wrapped his hands around your throat. âfuck you full of my pups , fill your tiny pussy until your stomach is bulging from my cum.â he pressed down on your stomach , you screamed. âthatâs my cock , gonna fill your womb with my cum , make you take my knot.â he grunted , his thrust becoming sloppy. âje-jeno iâm gonna cum again!â
he slapped your cunt , you yelped. âgo ahead cum.â your back arched off the bed , cumming â coating his abdomen with your juices. âthatâs it , squirt for me , gonna fuck you full of my kids.â he stilled himself inside you. âshit.â he groaned , his cock swelling as he empty his cum inside of you â you were shaking as his cum leaked out around his cock. âsh-shit , too much!â he kissed your lips. âjust a bit more , just hold on.â he came a lot, his cock finally softening , but not fully. âsh-shit iâm still hard.â
âc-canât take anymore.â you whimpered. âitâs okay baby.â he rubbed your waist. âiâll let you rest now.â he slowly pulling out of your spent cunt.
âwe still have all week for me to fuck you
©LUVYENI
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420 w/ 90s Toji
CW: Toji himself is enough warning, rough sex, car sex, gun play, ass eating, profanity, reader is black coded and so is toji.
Author's note: If you have problem with me making toji speak in AAVE please don't hesitate to eat my fat ass about it, please and thank you.
Word count: YIPPIE Y'all finally get a word count! 2.6k âš
Summary: If you ever wanted to get high the Toji here's your chance.
âGive yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.â
How did you end up here? Going to pound town in the back of a Toji's big daddy truck, high as hell in a smoke filled truck- oh that's right you know how. It really started when you were out with the boys chillin- the boys meaning Satoru, Suguru, and Kento. You were watching them shooting hoops, Then the hood's hottest DILF and Whore pulled up with his kid- Megumi, he's such a cutie when he isn't mean muggin everyone and when he comes to his dad? Oh boy he doesn't play he's such a daddy's boy that Toji can't even pick up women without the lil boy tagging along. Megumi calls most of the shots anyways- if you're pretty to him that Toji will definitely fuck with you, if not? Ain't no use in talking to him, you're cooked.
Today T-Raw was up to no good as usual not only did he come to shoot some hoops, but he also came to pick up a couple of ladies to âtake outâ later on- Here is goes taking off that slutty tank top of his, not like he can ever keep his clothes on anyways, that fuckin slut- you couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand him because all he does is fuck around and drive all these bitches crazy about him- clearly his dick can't be that good to be chasing him around like that, or so you thought.
âyou bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!â
Fuck how did you get here⊠oh yeah that's right, it really started when they was playing B-ball. Megumi kept looking at you and since he's practically his father's wing man you were hoping the lil boy didn't think you were pretty, then he spoke to you- talking about the dogs at their house to showing you his gold chain Toji bought him. But then it happened megumi ran off to go tell his dad about you.. Just your luck right? Riiiiight..
The whole game stopped because megumi had so much to say about you, hell he even told the guys you're his new mama because of how beautiful you are and it had T-Raw checking you out even Satoru gassed him up to go holla at you.
âHer? Oh that's y/n, you tryna fuck on her? Shit she hard to talk to, but on ma the pussy good as fuck she was just fuckin on me and Suguru last week.â Satoru had promised he'd never tell a soul that y'all fucked, but you have known that not even Satoru himself could hold a glass on water.
And just like that Toji was convinced enough to come see bout you.
âWass good maâ
â..... â
âHello? Mamas, So you sit finna talk to me? C'mon ion bite, baby.â
âDon't sit up here tellin them lies we all know yo ass bite.â
He chuckled, âGot a lil attitude problem. I like dat mamas. how bout you come smoke with me later on tonight.â
âI'm not one of these other bitches Toji so go find somebody to play with cause it ain't me.â
âSound like you ain't had no dick Inna minute-â
âMaybe I don't want no dick from you!?â
Yeah, that's how it all went down. You were giving him too much lip that it was turning him on, that's why he didn't let up on you. He wanted to put you in your bratty ass place once and for all because clearly Satoru and Suguru didn't do it right. Naw you obviously needed some dick from big daddy himself, T-Raw.
Now here you are sitting in his truck getting hot boxed to hell, while Satoru and Suguru babysit megumi for that night, and man did you get the feeling neither of y'all would be able to make it home after this smoke session.
âYou Eva put a blunt in yo pussy? I'll light for you- We gotta get fat ma blazed too yah feel me?â
What the fuck did he just say? âToji shut the fuck up!â You have to admit that was pretty funny and wild to say at a time like this, but he isn't so bad right? Wrong.
You couldn't tell if it was the Kush getting to you or what, but with every minute that passed by he started to look more and more attractive. âKeep it together bitchâ is what you thought to yourself, you didn't want to fuck around and find out why all his bitches were so crazy over him.
âSo when you gone put that pussy on me, mamas?â
What the hell did he just say?
âI know she wet as fuck f'me, come climb on daddy's lap fo a minute.â this whole time his hand had been gripping your thigh close enough to your coochie. Yeah she was wet- soaking wet actually, but you weren't willing to admit that.. At least not verbally, because your body betrays you.
Before you knew it you had succumbed to his slick mouth, but it's not like you didn't fight about it. Oh but he loves a good ole brat- he loves the way they break once they've had a taste of his ten inch punisher and you were gonna break for him too.
âBet you won't suck dis dickâ
âYeah I BET I won't, the fuck?â
âSo all dat freak shit you do wit gang and nem just fo show, huh? Knew you wasn't bout nothinâ
âExcuse me?!â How the fuck did he even know about that?! I bet Satoru told him, yeah totally never fuckin him again.
âYou heard me, Ma. Chu ain't bout dat life fo'real.â
âSays who? I do what the fuck I want, when I want and who I want.â
âI betchu won't come fuck me then.â
âBet!â
It all started with you giving him the best toe curling head he ever had, the way you kissed on the tip, licked him up from Gooch to tip, the way you suffocated on his dick, yeah you took all ten inches and he loved every bit of it âFuck, y- you a nasty bitchâ is what he groaned, he felt so good he took a chunk of your hair into his fist and held you still so he could fuck that throat of yours. You were his bitch now, you definitely weren't going nowhere sucking his dick this good.
You thought it'd stop at that no- you found yourself eating this man's ass like a full course meal, like you were hungry and it wasn't even your idea, it was his and you can thank his old bitch for that. Man was he a freak having his legs in the fuckin air, lighting another blunt while he watches you eat his ass. This was way out of your league, eating ass? Not even Satoru and Suguru made you do this, but at least you learned a thing or two from fuckin around with Mei Mei and Shoko one time. Honestly you were scared to even put your tongue down there, thinking he was dirty, but he was surprisingly clean.
âDirty ass bitch get in the back, c'monâ he was ready, and you were nervous. We're you gonna be like all these other bitches that fucked him and started acting crazy, or were you gonna treat like you treat Satoru and Suguru? It was hard to tell because you never heard any complaints about Toji unless it's about him not answering his phone or talking to other bitches, the works.
âBet yo dick ain't even that big-â
âShut cho ass up and bend ova bitch I'll show yo ass how big it is.â
That was your mistake- bending over. Toji pushed your skirt up over your waist and wasted no time ripping those sexy panties off. Your pussy was dripping for him, spreading your asscheeks apart Toji took his cock in hand and rubbed it all along your wet folds, teasing you while you waited anxiously for him to fuck you- so anxious that you started popping off at the mouth again.
âCan't find the hole olâ man?â
âCan't wait to shut cho lil ass up-â
âPus-â
Then it happened he shut you up with the quickness, ramming all ten inches into that tight wet pussy of yours. It felt like your body took a screenshot from feeling his cock hit your cervix like that all you could do was tremble and tear up. You felt so full, hell you felt like his dick was somehow in your chest it was so fuckin big that you could hardly adjust to it.
Reaching back to place your hand on his abdomen was your biggest mistake ever âMove yo fuckin handâ is all he said before take ahold of your arm, bending it it behind your back and using his weight to push his cock deeper into you as if it wasn't deep enough.
The only thing that gave you enough relief was when he pulled out, you could finally breathe that was until he rammed his cock back inside⊠over and over and over again. He was so rough it felt like your mind was going blank all you could think about was how good your feeling right now, how deep his cock is, how your moans were practically stuck in your throat, toji had your eyes rolling back he even put his blunt out on your asshole so he could focus on fuckin you, god he was a nasty, nasty man, no wonder everyone was crazy for him.
The truck was rocking, you finally let out a strained moaned, Toji was fuckin you so ruthlessly leaving hand prints on your asscheeks, pushing down on your lower back to make you arch some more for him, grabbing fists full of your hair as he leaned his weight into every thrust. Your mind was going crazy, but you weren't the only one- Toji was too. Not only was he high as all hell, he was starting to get drunk off your pussy. He was loving how tight you were around him, squeezing and sucking him back into you- in his mind you were doing this on purpose, throwing that pussy- HIS pussy back on him like that yeah to him you knew exactly what you were doing.
âMan fuck! Fuck you let then two fools hit before me?! Fuckin slutâ God he put his weight into it again.
âLil bratty ass bitch got nothin to say now, say sumthin else, come bitch say some more slick shit for daddy so I keep on tearin this pussy up!â
You were past cloud nine at this point everything felt good, his dick, his words, his thrusts, everything. You almost lost your mind when he reached out in front of you and grabbed his gun. That's when you realized how crazy this man is- he pulled out a damn gun!? For what!? Now you see why everyone is so crazy about him.
âT- Toji Wa-â
âShut the fuck upâ he pulled out panting and started rubbing the barrel of it against your wet folds. âHow you gone feel if I put this glock 30 in this pussy? Hm? Talk to me mamas, I'm not fuckin done witchuâ
âToji i-â
âIt's T-Raw, bitch.â You trembled the second he pushed the barrel inside your pussy. You couldn't tell if you were scared or excited, but you knew one thing he sure as hell was excited just from pumping your pussy with his glock.
âYou's a nasty dirty ass, bitch, throwin back on MY gun, bet it ain't as good as this mufuckin pipe.â He had a cocky tone to his voice while he was gripping the hell out of his cock and fisting it vigorously. âFuck it-â he tossed his gun to the side causing you the whimper from the sudden emptiness, but that was soon replaced with him slamming his cock back in, then reaching around you to grab ahold of the sides of your mouth as he drilled you, drool on his fingers and arm rest, drool on his cock that's how he liked it.
You could feel a knot in the pit of your pussy, you were so close, tears welled up in your eyes, you were going to burst at this rate, if he kept up brutal pace he'll be cleaning up coochie juice for weeks with the way you around to cum. You reached in between your legs to rub circles onto your clit to help get you to that big orgasm you've always wanted..
âT- T-Raw! F- Fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum!â
Toji was so lost in your pussy it was almost like he was in another world, You were just too good for him. It was driving him crazy. He almost didn't register what you said at first, you? About to cum? Yeah no he couldn't have that yet, not until HE is done.
âyou bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!â Suddenly, He puts you into one of the meanest chokeholds you had ever been in, pulling your body onto his lap so that you're sitting on his fat cock with your legs propped up on the back on the front seats. Fuck he really wasn't done with you for real.
âCan't NOBODY fuck you like I do, you ain't gone be thinkin of nobody's dick, but mine after I'm done, you hear me bitch?! Take that shit, take it, take it, take it, Ah Fuck-!â
You couldn't breathe, your eyes were touching the back of your head, he was beating your pussy in and you couldn't do anything about it. His dick was good⊠too good in fact, he was slutting you out better than Satoru, Suguru, hell even Choso- but none of them know about that one. You could almost guarantee your brain chemistry has been altered just from the way he's trying to put his dick up your coochie, through your stomach and behind the left rib. All you could do now was take his dick like the good little bitch that you are.
âGive yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.â
âYes! G- Give it to me T-Raw! Give it to me Daddy!â
His thrust became sloppy and his grip around your neck tightened, he was definitely about to cum inside your sweet pussy, yet that's really you wanted now was for him to fill your pussy up with his baby batter. He let on one loud âFuckâ into your ear and rammed his dick inside you one more time, all you could feel so was his cock pumping his load inside you.
Once he was finished he let go of your throat, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. But the thing is you didn't get to cum yet and toji knew that and all he could do was smirk at your pouty lil face for not making you cum too.
âWhat? Yah mad bitch? Brats like yo ass don't deserve to cum.â He took his left over blunt and lit it.
âBut since you was a good fuck I'll let you cum this once, but I ain't helpin, so bounce on dis dick all you want.â
âB.. But T-Rawâ
âWhat the fuck did I just say? Huh? Get to fuckin bouncing, I'm waiting slut.â
You know it, you were going to be crazy just like all his other bitches after tonight⊠ain't no way you're going back to the boys, ever.
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FIRST RICH BABY DADDY IN MIAMI, IM UNSTOPPABLE!- âĄ
â you know how they say friendships never make it pass miami? â feat. satoru gojo
+18 MDI. WARNINGS. baddie!reader x rich!gojo, porn with plot, this is not going to go the way you think, false Identity, girls just wanna have fun, f*cking 4 the bag, drama & mess, miami club scene, miami testing yâall friendship, vip sections & bottle girls, high-value men, instagram models, drinking, high-fashion, unprotected sex, creampie, praise & body worship, gojo satoru is his own warning, descriptions of nudity. notes. word count 6k. title: Flo Milli - Edible (A03 link)
photoâs sourced from pinterest, credits to original âĄ
âHold the fuck on!â You holler in response to the repeated banging on the bathroom door. A line of people had formed behind the door trying to rush yâall out.
âFuck Utahime donât sit on the floor itâs disgusting.â You reach under her arms to help support her weight as she continues to throw her stomach up into the toilet.
âIâm so fucked up...â She dry heaves then coughs, tears starting to brim around her eyes. She's crouching down over the toilet, hands gripping the edges of the rim, this was fine, itâs okay, as long as she didnât get her knees on the sticky wet floor she could wash her hands in the sink and use the sanitizer you keep in your purse.
You hold her hair up as she continues to get the rest of the toxins out of her system, long thick jet black hair wrapped around your knuckles, you two always joke about how if she ever went broke enough she could cut her hair and sell it.
âWait a fucking minute!â You holler again, more knocks and bangs hitting the door. You were really getting pissed off now, as big as this club was, you knew there were plenty of other bathrooms for them to use. You werenât leaving till your girl could walk out on her two feet, fuck if it was ignorantâŠlet them say something to yâall when yâall walk out. You dare them.
âIâm so sorry yoâŠâ she cries outâŠshe wasnât even pissy drunkâŠyou couldnât figure out why she was throwing up. Yâall barely drunk before yâall got here and only had two henny shots after making it inside. Could have been the food at the seafood bar yâall went too earlierâŠyâall were in the states so it couldnât have been the tap water so what the fuck was it?
âItâs coolâŠjustâŠcâmonâŠâ You pat her back, sheâs crying now and you're growing frantic. Theyâre still banging on the door and she wonât stop. This was a fucked position to be in and you donât know what to doâŠif yâall call for help theyâd just kick yâall out then yâall would really be fucked up standing on the curb while sheâs sick as a dog.
âI canâtâŠI really canâtâŠâ She babbles out, fat tears running down her face. You love her to death but this was gross, you donât do throw upâŠthe bathroom was gross, the floor was gross, but you werenât leaving your girlâs side, she needed you.
âJust get it all out, we can get waterââ she hurls again before you could finish your sentence, one final fat spit in the toilet then moves to get up, you let her hair go and steady her as she rises to her feet.
âIâm okayâŠIâm okayâŠâ She says. The two of you move to the bathroom sink, she still looks somewhat put together, just sweat on her forehead and tear streaks down her face. You gather paper towels out of the dispenser to help clean her up, you have mascara she can use in your bag and she has her lip gloss and lip liner in hers. She didnât bring her powder to touch up the rest of her makeup but yâall could pull something together before stepping out.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm so fucking sorry.â You step back as she washes her hands. The banging had stoppedâŠsheâs okay nowâŠyou could finally breathe.
âItâs coolâŠjust get yourself together, take your time.â
âItâs not. I ruined the whole night. We paid so much to get in here Iââ She runs back to the toilet to hurl againâŠfuck!
âUtahimeâ oh my god what the fuckâŠâ You stress outâŠyou donât know what to do or how to help her to make this stop.
âIâm so fucking sorry, I donât know whatâs going on.â She cries out.
âBitch weâre gonna have to leaveâŠbut I canât call an Uber if youâre throwing up like thisâŠâ
âI know I know I just need some timeâŠâ
âSweetheart what time!? We canât stay in this bathroom, we have to move somewhere or something. Can you walk!?â You don't mean to bitch at her but this was getting ridiculous at this point, too much to deal with, you Don't. Do. Throw. Up.
âYeah, I can walkâŠI need food or something to hold this downâŠmy fucking stomach is turning.â
âBro you donât need shit else in your stomach. Câmon wash your hands again, we got to go.â
It takes you both a mere ten minutes to finally fix yourselves back together before getting it out, making sure to spray her down with a ton of perfume before leaving. There was a line of people standing to the side. Angry and annoyed looks on their faces, just as you thought yâall would survive the walk of shame you hear someone accuse yâall of holding up the bathroom to do lines of cokeâŠyâall donât even do drugs. Utahime sours at that, ready to cuss them out but you drag her deeper into the club stopping to lean against a ledge.
There were no couches on this levelâŠjust bar counters, a dance floor and paid sections. You donât want to go down to the lower levels as yâall both paid extra to get up to this floor and yâall couldnât leave the club till you were sure she was good. You leave her there for a minute to come back with two cups of ice water, one for you and one for her and she drinks it up and keeps it down like a fucking G.
âThis dude keeps looking at meâŠâ she shouts over the music, it was fucking booming in inside with bodies everywhere. You crowd around her to try and cover her to prevent whoever it was from looking at herâŠyou knew why thoughâŠthe two of you wearing the skimpiest shit yâall could find off OhPolly. Could you blame him? No.
âHe still looking?â You ask, not wanting to turn back to look in case he takes it as an invite to come over. You were swaying to the beat now, good vibes still in youâŠUtahime might feel like it was but the night wasnât ruined for you just yet. Itâd take a whole lot more than this to kill your vibe.
âNo butâŠbitch I feel sick againâŠâ
âItâs a whole bunch of people in line nowâŠcan you hold it down?â Worry in your voiceâŠif she throws up on the floor yâall were gonna be fucked.
âI donât knowâŠâ She whines out.
âThat guyâŠheâs coming over here.â
You look backâŠand he wasâŠa tall guyâŠit was dark in the club so you couldnât see his face. You turn your back to him quick, hopefully he takes the hint and fucks off. Now was not the time.
âHey, whatâs up? â He approaches behind you, the smell of expensive cologne wrapping your noise and it wasnât no cheap shit either.
âWeâre cool.â You say dismissively without turning back to face him. Not to be a stuck up bitch in the club but now was not the time to be macking.
âYou two look too good to be standing here, how about yâallââ
âI said weâre cool!â You argue back with venom in your voice, this guy was fine as hell too but unfortunately for him heâs being met with your protective side tonight.
âDamn, is she good?â He asks, worriedness laced in his voiceâŠyou canât tell if he actually cares or not.
âIf yâall need somewhere to sit and chill I got a section with some of my homiesâŠyâall canât be standing here like this.â
âWeâre good, her feet just hurt.â You lie but they probably do, Giuseppe heels arenât nothing to play with, but to your dismay she croaks out somewhat of a burp and a cough then spits into her empty cup. Câmon girlâŠact like a lady, get it together.
âShe looks sickâŠâ He carries on.
âSheâs notââ
âSisâŠplease can weâŠâ She whispers outâŠthighs trembling like theyâre about to give in from leaning. You grab her shoulders to help keep her up.
âHow many of yâall over there?â You ask, fuck it, you need to help your girl out by any meansâŠall you had to do was just sit and chat his people up till she was good to go. Easy work.
âItâs three of usâŠmy name Suguru by the way. I can call somebody over to get something for her too, it's not a problem. Yâall too cute to be standing over here.â
âOkay yeahâŠalright thatâs cool.â You move to help her up, he steps to the side and takes his arm around her waist to support her. Just as you were about to protest to this stranger touching her you remind yourself why yâall got invited to the section and keep your cool.
He leads the way towards the back side of the club, the baddest bitches sitting up in the booths and you could tell by how the guys they were with were dressed that they had money. The bloody red soles of Suguru shoes as you walked behind them werenât lost on you eitherâŠyou peep the watch and chains on his wrist. He was iced the fuck out. Any other day you and Utahime would be all over him but tonight you were on a mission.
The three of you stop at a partitioned off booth where his two boys and a girl he hadnât mentioned are sitting. There were empty ice buckets, some glasses, tall bottles of liquor and plates of eaten food on the table. The girl eyes the two of you, her gaze isn't cold but it is unreadable. It doesnât faze you though, you could go toe to toe with her if need be.
âOne secâŠâ He drops Utahimeâs waist to explain the situation to both guys who were looking confused as to why yâall were here. You move to her side and you whisper to her to ask if sheâs good, she simply nods to you in return. The two guys' expressions shift from confusion to at ease, the girl more so busy touching up her lipstick in a pocket mirror.
Suguru waves you both over now and you two take a seat in the booth across from them.
âThis is Sukuna, Satoru, and my other manâs girl Mei Mei. Yâall this isâŠâ
âUtahime.â
âY/Nâ you say calmly.
âSukuna, text back-of-house and tell them to bring gatorade, Pepsi, and something for this one to eat. And some more waters.â Pointing to Utahime, surprisingly she was sitting up nice and perfect as if she didnât just give you hell like she was about to just die.
âArd.â He whips his phone out to handle the request.
âIâm actually going to head out now.â Mei Mei says, shifting to grab her purse, a black leather Cassandre YSL shoulder bag. Your preloved Vivienne Westwood bag isnât coming close to that price tag.
âBe safe!â Satoru says, then turns to the two of you as she scoots her way out, her silver dress shimmering under the low lights as she moves.
Piercing blue eyes now gaze at you over the rim of Cartier glasses.
âSuguru said you two were on the floor standing aroundâŠwhatâs wrong with your friend?â
âSheâs just tired.â You lie again, not wanting to reveal to them the truth of the matter. Utahime shifts under the weight of their gaze, not speaking for herself.
âYeah? He said she looked like she was about to pass out. People calling on staff saying yâall were holding up the bathroom, whatâs that about?â
âWe were just freshening upâŠâ She speaks up now, her voice nearing a defensive tone.
âBullshit.â Sukuna says, placing his phone down.
âCleaning crew said the bathroom looked a mess when yâall got out.â
âWas like that when we went in.â You shoot back, voice still calm and collected, you werenât looking to pick a fight with these threeâŠyou know how to behave. Though, by the way theyâre speaking it sounds like they run the club and had cameras watching yall or somethingâŠ
âLook, we own the club. Just making sure everything runs smoothly. This is a business at the end of the day.â Satoru finishes dropping the subject, your suspicions stand correct. This club wasnât the only thing that spoke for their wealthâŠit was also what they had on, each of them wearing designer pieces, immediately you could spot and name a few brandsâŠChrome Hearts, Louis Vuittion, and Balmain.
âYou two from out here? Or just visiting?â Suguru cuts in, pouring a glass of cognac for himself.
âVacation.â You reply.
âYeah? Where yâall from and how long?â
âCali, we leave tomorrow afternoon.â You continue lying in hopes Utahime knows to play along, you learnt to never give up the truth of yâall backgrounds when asked.
âThatâs whatâs up, what part?â
âSan Diego.â
âYeah where? I sell properties out there, I got a house for myself down in Laguna too.â Sukuna butts in, interested now. You stutter at that, not sure what to sayâŠyou donât know shit about San Diego but you do know about Balboa park so you come up with something quick.
âAbout a couple minutes from Balboa park, we just moved there. I don't really know the area too well to name anything.â Youâre lying like shit now.
âGotcha.â
âWhat do yâall do for a living? Flights from coast to coast ainât cheap.â Satoru chimes in, picking up on your demeanor.
âIâm a lawyer.â Utahime cuts in before you could speak, catching on to the game youâre playing.
âReally!? What do you practice?â
âDivorce law.â
âWhat school did you graduate from?â
âBrown.â Now see the bitch did go to BrownâŠfor a single semester.
âHow old are you?â Sukuna bluntly jumps back in, you could tell by his voice he wasnât buying it but yâall were gonna keep lying either way. Yâall were Miami, ainât shit out here just like the bodies of half the girls in this club was real anyway.
âIâm 27.â Fuck. Sheâs lying like shit now tooâŠshe just turned 23 yesterday, yâall came out here together to celebrate her birthday week.
âCan I see your ID?â Satoru asks, coming out more like a request.
âWe left them at the hotelâŠdidnât want to lose them. Happened before.â She lies effortlessly again, the dumbest shit she could have said.
âWell someoneâs getting firedâŠâ He leans back letting out a laugh, crossing a leg over the other.
âSukuna, find out whoâs watching the door before our shit gets shut down. I put too much money into this building to get sued and pay fines.â
Sukuna gives you both a look over before getting up and leaving. He looks pissedâŠbut Satoru wasnâtâŠhe was fucking smile as he watches him do as he was told. Heâs been getting bitch since yâall two sat downâŠit was clear who the leader was.
âYou a lawyer too?â He asks you.
âNo, I donât work.â You keep your lie simple, you werenât about to get caught up any further. You and Utahime are gonna have to start rehearsing lies before stepping out now.
âYour friend works but you don't? How do you get your money then?â
âI model.â It wasnât a total lie, you had an Instagram page full of pictures from photoshoots. You used to date a photographer, a popular one in New York, you stood in as his muse from time to time till you caught his ass cheating with a so-called client.
âCan I see your work?â He passes you his phone unlocked, a black iPhone that somehow feels heavier than the same one in your purse.
âItâs on my Instagram page.â You ask for permission before you start tapping around on his phone.
âGo ahead.â
You open up the app, catching a glimpse at his own page before quickly searching up yours. A gorgeous waitress comes by to drop off the food and drink order right before you can hand him his phone back. He looks over your page in gleeâŠprobably at the lingerie and swimsuit photos you have posted. Those were advertising deals you did as a side gig many moons ago.
âEver considered working out here?â He cocks a brow at you, those icy blue eyes hidden behind those dark frames. Suguru leans over to take a look himself, brows raising at what he sees. He locks his phone to stop him from looking any longer, shoving it back in his pocket.
âItâs our first time hereâŠnever thought about it.â
âCould IâŠâ Utahime cuts in, pointing towards the food at the table. A spread of cheese and crackers, cooked chicken, and a small plate of mash potatoesâŠenough to keep her stomach at bayâŠshe seemed to be better now though.
âYeah go ahead, here.â Suguru passes her a plate along with opening up the bottle of gatorade and pouring her a cup of the blue liquid.
âThank you.â She says sweetly as she takes the plate. You catch him smile at her.
âFirst time in Miami, you seen anything good yet?â
âWeâve just been up Ocean drive and the beach so farâŠcouple bars and clubs the other day.â
âSo you thought to bring your IDs there but not ours? Iâm offended.â
âWe heard through some girls you could get in here without oneâŠand that their friends had thereâs stolen here one night so we planned accordingly.â
âThe hellâŠâ
âWell someones losing more than their job tonight, Suguru text Sukuna that for me, the fuck kind of club are we running?â
Utahime gives you a look, you never lied so much in your life now and this is snowballing like crazy. Sorry to whoever is about to get their shit rocked.
âAhhâŠâ Satoru lets out a sigh, neck cracking as he stretches it from side to side. âBusiness businessâŠdidnât think the club scene could get any more crazier than what we dealt with last year.â
âWhat happened?â You ask, curious.
âInvestigation still open, Iâm not at liberty to say. But if your gorgeous friend over here ever needs a new job, I'm well connected with a stellar law firm. They represent my club and my other business. I own an art gallery.â
âYou deal art?â
âPrecisely.â
âSounds like you have your hands full, Iâd love to come see it one day.â You flirt back now that youâre more at ease with the conversation.
âIt would be a pleasure to have you both stop by, a shame youâre leaving so soon. I have a busy day tomorrow.â
âMaybe you two could fly back out here?â Suguru chimes in, moreso speaking to UtahimeâŠit was clear he had his pick tonight and it wasnât you.
âShould definitely come back out here, Iâm sure a girl as gorgeous as you could get work out here instantly. Has a scouting agency come up to you yet?â
âNo, we havenât had many interactions out here.â
âThatâs good then. Theyâre everywhere like rats, posted up on every beach and club. Most are scams, if you catch my drift.â You shudder at the implications of his words. You knew all too well about the risks of modelingâŠ
âMatter of fact, I know a guy that knows a guy whoâs the head of an agency. I could set you up with them, theyâre global and about to open an office in London.â Your ears perk up at that, he seemed legit so far, maybe he wasnât bullshitting and even if he was it wouldnât be a loss on your end.
âThat sounds nice, Iâd really appreciate itâŠâ
âOf course, Suguru call up Kusakabe for me, Iâm sure heâs awake. Tell him I have the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on here. And call Ijichi, see if they have an empty desk at his firm, and if they donât tell them to bring in another. Theyâll have clients coming in droves once this one is through their door.â
You canât help but blush at thatâŠUtahime doing the same. All that damn lying yâall two done did sprouting legs to now have the utmost most flattering compliment thrown yâall way. Whelp, canât stop the lies nowâŠ
Suguru getâs up to leave for a quieter space at that, a sad expression crossing his face having to depart from UtahimeâŠher eyes trail after him. Satoru catches on but continues to direct his attention to you.
âYou two have any plans after tonight? Your friend seems to be feeling better.â You turn to look at her, her eyes give confirmation to you without having to speak. You both know what that meantâŠan invitationâŠyâall were close to bagging at least one of their rich asses tonightâŠbut itâs going to take a bit more convincing to go back with them.
âWhat do you imply?â She takes the lead now, composure calm as she speaks. She might have been a hot mess an hour ago but you both know the way in which she can work a man out of his wallet when it comes down to it. Atlanta March 2022, youâll never forget it.
âWell, itâs getting lateâŠâ He starts off.
â...been here for a couple hours. Iâd like to head back to where my boys and I are staying for the time being. Weâre actually here on a business trip, just to check on how the club has been doing. Glad I did now that I know we got someone letting girls in without verifying their ages. Utahime Iâm sure you know how much trouble weâd get into if authorities found out, you know the lawâŠâ
âWould be hell of a case to fightâŠâ
âWhere are you three from?â You ask, curious now.
âJapan. Ever been?â
âNoâŠUtahime youâreââ
âIâm Japanese. My family is from Kyoto. I was born here and haven't got a chance to visit again since I was a kid.â She cuts you off before you could tell him.
âReally?â He says surprised. âSuguru is going to get a kick out of this.â
âIâm back.â Sukuna plops down on the sofa before either of you could speak, angrily tossing his phone on the table while doing so. âWe switched Toji out for Todo, waited till I caught the fucker about to let four nineteen year olds in. The fuck is he thinking!?â
Both you and Utahime were stunnedâŠno way your lie was trueâŠbut then again this was fucking Miami. Anything goes out here.
âHey Sukuna, get thisâŠthis one tells me word on the beach is that our club doesn't check IDs. God knows how long this has been going on for.â Pointing to you now.
âYou fucking serious?â
âSo serious. Go ahead, tell him what you told me.â
âWe met some girls on Ocean drive and they told us this club doesnât card. Thatâs how they got in their first few timesâŠthey said they were twenty at the time.â Lies lies lies and more lies. At least you didnât feel guilty about it anymore.
âWell fuck me then⊠better hope and pray we donât have papers already coming our way.â
SeeâŠlying does work sometimes. The two of you likely just saved their club from going under or worseâŠbeing raided.
âHeyâŠthey're both not answeringâŠbut I left a message. Sure theyâll see it in the morning.â Suguru swings back around, taking a seat next to Utahime, resting an arm above where sheâs sitting.
âDid you tell them what I said word for word?â
âUhâ no. Is âtwo pretty girlsâ enough?â
âSuguru, words have meaningâŠthese two ladies are far more than pretty, pets like cats are pretty, these two are gorgeous. Matter of fact, she speaks Japanese, her folks are from Kyoto! Donât we love Kyoto? Your summer vacation home there was featured in Architectural Digest once right? Or was that Metropolis?â
Suguru eyes light up at that, followed by saying something in Japanese to her and she replies back flawlessly to prove she actually could. Your ass is stunned by the exchangeâŠyou canât understand shit being said but you could tell from the way he was looking at her that Utahime just talked her way into a fucking bag! Attagirl!
âHear that Sukuna?â
âYup.â Busy on his phone now, uninterested in their conversation that was likely getting flirty by the way she was blushing and giggling now. An arm comes around her waist pulling her in, you avert your eyes letting them have their moment.
âTicket hit!â Sukuna shouts, the most excitement youâve seen from him thus far.
âWhat team?â Satoru asks, akin to talking about stocks at the country club.
âRaptors, 6k off it too.â
âGot 9 off of the Lakers the other day, sure youâre going to beat my goal of reaching 20k in winnings by the end of the month?â
âSuguru at 17 right now, I been threw that towel in. Iâm just betting for lunch money now.â
Man UtahimeâŠyou hope sheâs hearing this! Because these men got fucking money.
âHa! Well then Iâll quit too now then, I may have lost my ticket tonight but in the presence of these two beautiful ladies Iâm a winner. Hey Sukuna, cut them both a thousand, they just saved our business from that slime Toji, they earned it.â
Hold on. Pause. You two bitches came down to Miami with 200 dollars in your pockets now youâre coming up on a stack all off a fucking lie? This city is actually unreal!
âWhatâs your apple pay?â He asks, not even batting an eye. You gesture for his phone to put your number isâŠbut itâs not his that you want.
âWisconsin number?â He asks curiously after taking the phone back from you.
âYeahâŠI have a crazy ex. Had to change it to somewhere he wouldnât think of dialing.â
âSmart cookie.â Is all he says before hitting your phone with a hefty apple pay payment.
âWhatâs hers?â âShe doesnât use apple pay, you can send it to me again and Iâll make sure she gets it.â You speak for her, needing to conceal her actual phone number to ensure they donât find out where either of you live.
âGotcha.â Is all he says sending the payment again, $2,000 being enough to cover rent twice over and yâall two didnât even have to fuck for it. A smile crosses your face now, you feel like taking shots.
âHow about we take shots?â You say with cheerfulness in your voice.
âLetâs!â Satoru says, reaching over for the bottle of Dâusse and pouring five glasses each.
âNo more for her, sheâs cut off.â Suguru says, taking the shot glass out of her hands, and like a pliant little thing she knows to be, she doesnât protest.
âToo not getting shut down.â Satoru says. You all repeat it cheering. The four of you knock back a couple of shots, liquor hitting your system soon after. The vibes and music was great, the two of you were having a great time.
The atmosphere settles down an hour after, tiredness starting to kick in. Sukuna had left after the third shot, something about having to meet up with his wife. You had swapped seats with him now and were sitting next to Satoru whose hand had been trailing up your thigh, he tells you the rings he wore were Tiffany, so you tell him you always wanted a necklace from there, he tells you stick around long enough you could get one, and thatâs all you needed to hear to keep your glued to your seat as he pours you shots of Hennesy.
Youâre drunk at the end of it all, not pissy enough to black out but enough to stumble out of the clubâŠand still you deserve a gold medal for not tripping in your heels in the parking garage. Large warm hands guide you into a sleek black Bugatti, Utahime sober in Suguruâs Lambo, he said theyâd follow you both to the high-rise theyâre staying at.
Satoru hands continue to grip at your thighs as he drives, this was an insanely reckless thing to be doing, going back to this still stranger's place, but all the boxes had been checked. They didnât just talk money, they showed it, so this was either going to go right or very left.
His hand reaches higher up your thigh close between your legs now, you spread them open giving him access to your pussy and his fingers go to rub at it. What can you sayâŠhenny goes straight to the pussy and you were already wet from the grips and grabs back at the section.
Your friend Shoko back home texts you asking you how the trip is going, too drunk to explain whatâs happening you simply tell her that you both are âoutside outside!â, and she sends you back a string of laughing emojis telling you to be safe.
Satoru's car continues to roar down the highway, Miami so beautiful at night yet not coming anywhere close to the man beside you.
Your eyes close, tiredness finally setting in.
The next thing you know youâre being helped out of his car and walked into a lobby, Utahime and her new beau arriving soon after. She looks so happy in his arms, you love her so much, more than anything. Your ride or die for life.
The four of you take the elevator up to the penthouse floor, being met with the most insane flat that youâd only see in movies. You kick your heels off at the door after stepping in, Utahime already being led elsewhere down a hall. Suguru gives space to let her shower before retreating into a room with him.
Floor to ceiling windows make up the walls as you walk around the place, Satoru soon coming to hand you a glass of wine you happily accept. You barely drink it thoughâŠalready having enough. Miami is beautiful from above, lights twinkling and the moon making the ocean shimmer.
âItâs beautiful isnât it?â He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist whilst nuzzling his face in your neck.
âYes.â
âBut not as beautiful as you.â Is all he says before hooking a finger under the strap of your top teasing to take it off. He takes your glass then, placing it on the nearest table he then walks you into the master bedroom. A beautiful space only you could once ever dream of resting your head in.
âModel for me?â He asks, softly pushing you down to sit at the edge of the bed as he stands in front of you, lifting your head up by chin to look up at him. You donât remember him taking his glasses off, eyes seeming to glow under the light of the moon.
You move to strip your outfit off, revealing a lace strapless bra set with a matching thong underneath. You watch as his plump lips curl up into a smile.
âIf only I had a polaroidâŠâ is all he says before taking out his phone. You move back further up the bed and he follows you on his knees already positioning the camera to snap pictures. You pose as he takes a million and several more, and before you know it heâs throwing his phone to the side and grabbing at your body to bring you close.
His lips quickly follow after, leaving kisses on your neck down to the crevice of your cleavage. Your bra soon makes its way off landing somewhere on the cold polished floor.
âI've wanted this since the moment I saw youâŠâ he whispers between kisses, fondling your boobs as he makes his way down your stomach. Fingers come to pull down your thong, your pussy now free from what shouldnât even be considered underwear.
Spreading your legs apart he takes a finger collecting the fluid now building up at your entrance, pulling his hand back he brings his coated fingers up to your lips and you happily take them in your mouth. He kisses you then right after, hot and wet with a lot of tongue.
âYouâve been such a delightâŠlet me treat you.â He says, pulling off his top and unbuckling his belt to drop his pants. If he told you his body was sculpted by Michelangelo himself youâd believe him. Your eyes trail down his figure stopping at the bulge in his boxers, sobering up a bit from the sight of it. Lifting yourself up you bring your hands to curl around the band, looking up to slowly pull them down and he takes both hands cupping your face and kisses you deeply.
Stepping out of his boxers, he then moves you onto your back again, this time your arms going up above your head as he takes your body.
Fucking Satoru is the closest you think youâll ever come to heaven before deathâŠevery whine, moan, gasp, and call of his name swallowed up by his mouth on yours. Each thrust of his hips knocks the air out lungs yet he breathes life back into you. His touch though isnât anything but soft, a never ending shower of compliment and praise spoken into your ear. How beautiful you are, how good you feel, how amazing you are, you think you hear words pertaining to loving you thrown somewhere into the mix but you have to be imagining things. How could he? He just met you.
Your climax soon rushes over you rougher than the ocean that the building overlooks, and itâs then you realize how much you want to savor this moment, to melt away in his arms as he now cradles you close to his chest. Youâd give your all to have one more night with him.
Your chest rises and falls as you steady your breathing as you come down from your climax, you take notice of the feel of fluids between your thighs and under you, and as you look down you see itâs his cum coming out of you. You always wondered how the richest and most accomplished men end up trapped with baby moms, and if it werenât for you already on birth control heâd be just that. Having him as a father sounds nice, but in practice you know raising a child, his child in fact, could be fucking hell.
You turn to him then, climbing up onto his chest laying your head down to hear his heartbeat. Fingers come to card through your hair, he speaks up soonâŠand itâs his choice of words that come nothing louder than a whisper that makes your entire body go rigid.
âI know your friend isnât a lawyer.â
You donât know if you should respond or move away, his grip tightens in your hair lifting your head up to look him in the eyes. You werenât trapped, you could get up and leave if needed, but you donât, you stay put gearing up to take on whatever humiliating accusation that will eventually reveal to both of you the liar that you are.
âAnd you donât live in California. The card you used to get in, New York zipcode.â
âHow do you know?â Is all you could ask, the jig was already up.
âSukuna ran the cameras and pulled the card info from the POS, texted me right before we left. Your full name is Y/N too.â
âI know youâre not stupid, but your friend might actually be. Wanna know how I know sheâs not a lawyer, or at least that she didnât go to Brown?â
âHow?â He finally lets your hair go, folding his arm behind his head as he sits up.
âBrown doesnât have a law school. I was once an exchange student there.â
âShit.â Is what you stop yourself from saying, you should get up to go grab her ass and leave while heâs still calm.
âHow old are you really, and please let it be a number thatâs not going to get you kicked out.â
âHow old do I look?â
âWell you act like youâre at least over 25, but you lookââ
âIâm 22.â
âJesus fuckâŠâ He winces, â...youâre a fucking kid.â
âKid? How old are you? 30s?â Annoyance in your voice, you didnât have any right to be but this kid just worked two grand out of his hands like it was nothing.
â28 and watch your mouth, Iâd hate to see your pretty ass get fucked up out here.â
PrettyâŠhe had said petâs were pretty.
âFuck you!â You get up now, gathering your clothes up off the floor to put them back in. You were out of here and you needed to get Utahime quick before she gets caught up next.
âYou call me a kid but you just nutted in me? Youâre the fucking idiot.â Getting your thong and skirt back on, working on the top next.
âI keep Plan B in the bathroom if you need it.â
âYouâre fucking disgusting.â You nearly spit at him as you say it. âIâm leaving.â
âYeah I can clearly see that ya little liar. Keep the child if you want, my god son Megumi could use another sibling.â He says it like you need it. Youâd bleed him dry of child support if you could.
âKill yourself.â You donât even look back at him when you say it, too embarrassed to face him, you slam the door behind yourself to find Utahime sitting on the small chaise in the hall all put together and back in her heels as if she never undressed.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âLetâs go!â
âNo wait he called us an Uberââ
âWe can fucking wait downstair.â
The two of you make your way back down to the lobby, your hands trembling with anger and disgust. Utahime stops not once from asking you to tell her what happened and reason as to why you were so upset.. The Uber pulls up soon after, a jet black Escalade. The two of you hop in, she tells the driver itâs from Suguru and he simply sayâs. âThank you, but I know.â
You sit back now trying to calm yourself down but all you could think of is how gross you felt, his seed still inside of you as you hadnât had the chance to do away with it. Utahime turns to you then, bambi eyes looking all but innocent. She turns her purse to you, the Louis pochette you spent a year saving up to give her for Christmas one year.
âLook what he gave me.â She pulls out a Piguet, the same silver and diamond one Suguru wore. The watch glimmers under the light of the lamp poles as the car drives down the road. Your jaw nearly falls off your face.
âHe told me I can sell it and go back to school if I want! Heâs was actually so nice, we didnât even fuck I only gave him head and he said we can come back soon. He didnât care that I lied about being a lawyer and all that shit. He told me to stay in school and heâlll make me his wife if I graduate.â
âUtahimeâŠâ
âBitch do you know how much this shit cost? Fuck school, Iâm selling this and buying out the first mall we walk into!â
âThereâs no way thatâs real.â
âOh no no no bitchâŠthis is real! Did Satoru give you anything?â
âMaybe?â
âMaybe? What do you mean?â
âHe nutted in meâŠâ
âOh my godâ a baby! He put a fucking baby in you!?â
âUtahime, I would never keepââ
âBitch are you out of your fucking mind!?â Her eyes nearly popping out of her head, all she could see were dollar signs on you now.
âI think soâŠâ
Fuck Miami. Fuck that club. Fuck Satoru. Fuck a baby.
At least your friendship survived.
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Big Mama Pt. 3
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Wordcount: +4.7K
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), fluff, angst, SA (touching, grabbing), mentions of dv & abuse, anxiety, trauma, physical fighting
A/N: I literally haven't written in years. I'm open to critiques. I am a little đ€đœ sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.đ„ș Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
Big Mama Pt. 1 => đŠ
Big Mama Pt. 2 => đŠ
âGirl, what the fuck do you mean you haven't called this man back?â my best friend Monica snapped at me. âI just needed to let one off. I was horny and tired of going on pointless ass dates,â I said groaning back at her.
We were walking into a party her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Jordan, was hosting. There were cars everywhere, and people littered the front lawn of the small house. The music was blasting from the backyard, and the noise consumed the quaint neighborhood.
A cloud of smoke spilled from the rear of the house and engulfed the porch and lawn like a dense fog. The combined thickness of the smoke from the barbecue grill and the heat from the ocean of bodies added to the intensity of the sweltering Southern heat. I was beginning to regret my decision to wear all black.
âYou need yoâ ass beat. How the fuck do you let a man dick you down like that and let him get away?â Monica asked cutting across the lawn to enter through the side gate. âI just didn't want anything else,â I said shrugging my shoulders and following her closely. She opened the gate so that we could both walk in. âLook, Monnie. Iâm not ready to even entertain a man and his bullshit,â I continued as I closed the gate behind us. âYou could have at least kept him as a fuck buddy, âVana, like seriously. Come on. Here we are living in a world where women die never even coming close to experiencing what you did, and you just let him disappear. Are you fuckin' crazy, girl?â she turned to grab my hand.
Monica was trying her hardest to pull us through the swarm of people. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me. âWhere are we going?â I asked. âOver by the gate. Jordan's waitinâ with his friends,â she said. I used one of my hands to hold her body flush with mine while the other gently pushed people out of the way.
Once we made it to the other side of the backyard, Monnie spotted Jordan. She pulled herself from my grasp and went to talk to him. He looked down at her and smirked. He was crossfaded. I knew what this meant for me. I would have to hear them go at it like animals all night or get a hotel room. Now, I will NEVER be jealous of my girl getting hers. Don't get me wrong. It's just that Monnie sounds like a âpalm-coloredđđ»â pornstar when she moans, and I only watch Ebony for a reason.
âAh, shit,â I said palming my face. âWhat?â Monnie asked with her eyes still locked on Jordan. âI know what that face means. Jordan finna turn you every which way but loose!â I laughed out loud. Monnie looked at me and burst into laughter. Jordan pulled his cup to his lips and peeked over the rim at me. âAs long as Monnie baby knows,â he said peering back at her. âOouu, shit. Don't start with me, J!â Monnie said pulling him by his collar. They were chest to chest now.
âJust go in the damn house already!â I said laughing at the two of them. They were like two feral dogs in heat. They couldn't look at each other without lust taking over. This is an everyday thing for them. âFuck it. Bye. See yaâ!â Monnie said grabbing Jordan and pulling him towards the house.
âNasty dogs,â I said laughing to myself. I stood with my back to the fence and began scanning the party. I couldn't find anyone I knew. I saw a guy who looked slightly familiar, and I assumed he was one of Jordan's friends. I looked him over trying to see if that was the connection. He was standing in a smaller crowd of men.
His head turned slowly, and his eyes caught mine. They were deep-set and a warm dark brown. He turned his body to face me. He was tall and dark-skinned. This man's skin was ebony in every facet of the word â smooth and shiny. He bit his lip and winked at me while running his hands across his low-cut Caesar.
I smiled back at him and waved shyly. He nodded back towards me. He leaned in closer to the group of men saying something that caused them to turn around. I instantly became a little uncomfortable and self-conscious. I hated male attention when they were in groups. It made me feel objectified.
He began to walk towards me with a slow and deliberate gait. His stride was graceful yet steady. His large frame cast a large imposing shadow across the ground. His lean upper body was struggling to hide beneath the thin fabric of his white T-shirt. He appears to be at least 6 feet tall. I've never had a type, but this man was doing something to me.
I pushed my back from the tall wooden fence. âHow you doinâ?â he said leaning over me. His hands were in his pockets. He pulled his hands out slowly and grabbed mine. âFine, and you?â I asked looking up at him. âBetter,â he said licking his lips. They were plump and pink. My eyes followed the movement of his tongue across his lips. âThat's cute, love. I kinda feel like I know you from somewhere,â I said looking away from him. âNah, I'd remember you faâ sure,â he said smiling.
He leaned in closer to my ear. His breath was warm against my skin. âYou right about that,â I said cocking my head to the side. He leaned up to look me directly in the eyes. âYou a cocky sumthinâ, ain't you?â he said laughing. âI like that shit,â he continued while smiling at me. âCocky? Me?! Never, baby. I'm just a professional shit-talker. That's all,â I said laughing into his chest. âA professional shit talker? So, you enjoy talking shit, huh? What comes with that?â he asked shifting his weight to gently push me back against the fence.
I paused for a second. I pulled my bottom lip in, biting it lightly. âFuck around and find out,â I said barely above a whisper. I made sure I was looking him directly in his eyes before I spoke. âOouu, you⊠Lord, woman!â he laughed out loud. âSee. I already got you calling for the Lord, and I ain't even touched you yet,â I giggled into my hand. He used his hand to play with the frizzy hair at the nape of my neck. I chose to wear my hair in a wash-and-go, but it was being destroyed by the humidity.
âSo, what would happen if you touched me?â he asked tracing small circles on my scalp. âIt depends. You wanna hear God, or do you wanna see him? I can do both if I like you,â I said placing my hand on his bicep. âDamn! That's how you cominâ?â he asked grunting. âAnd I thought I was doing sumthin' with the stars and the moon,â he said placing his hand on my hip. âMaybe you just need a little encouragement,â I said rubbing up and down his arm. âHmm, encouragement?â he questioned while raising a single eyebrow. âYou know⊠just a little talking to get you through it,â I said resting my hand on his shoulder.
âTalk me through it then,â he replied as he gestured for me to continue. His hands were now on both sides of my hips. âWe're in public. You sure you can handle that,â he said tilting his head again. I leaned in as close as I could. âBefore I continue, do you like Big Daddy or Good Boy? I need to know for my pleasure,â I asked snaking my hand to the side of his neck. I used my thumb to stroke his jawline. âWhat's the difference?â he asked. âWell, if I'm taking care of business, you're a good boy. However, if you're taking care of business, it's Big Daddy. Understand?â I asked gripping the side of his neck firmly. âMmmm⊠shit. I think I do,â he grumbled dropping his head. âNo, baby. It's either you do, or you don't. I don't like indecisiveness,â I said angling his head back up so that his eyes met mine.
âWhat's your name, mama?â he asked. âHavana, but you can call me âBig Mamaâ,â I said snickering into my hand. âIâm Xavier, so you're Big Mama, huh?â he asked sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. His eyes were narrowing in on my lips. âThat's only if you're nasty,â I laughed again. âHmm⊠How nasty we talking?â he asked snaking his hands around my hips. âHow nasty can you get, love?â I asked locking in.
He looked up at me like he was stunned by that question. âOk. I don't usually repeat myself, butâŠâ I said while moving gently from his grasp. âI'll be as nasty as you need me to be. How nasty can you get?â he asked. âWell, love. It depends on your performance. Energy is matched around here,â I said watching his eyes linger on me again.
*15 minutes later
Xavier and I had been talking the entire time. He seemed like a decent guy, but I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. I honestly feel like with Terry it was a âright place, right timeâ situation. That's never been my forte. I was usually much more careful and selective when it came to choosing sexual partners. We both share our STD status and the current number of active sexual partners. Moreover, the condom situation was even more of a fuck up for me. I normally supply them myself, so that men can't say shit about not having one. So, when I dropped the ball as badly as I did with Terry, it shook me a little. How could I have been that fucking careless?
âUh oh, don't let her get you in trouble,â Jordan said while approaching. âNigga, I'm not worried about that. My shit straight. What that got to do with anything?â Xavier said turning to dap up Jordan. âWhere's Monnie?â I asked Jordan. âInside. Sheâll be out in a minute,â he said giggling and shrugging his shoulders. âOk,â I said looking back at Xavier because his response to J sounded like a red flag. What was he not worried about? What shit was âstraightâ? Then, why did Jordan shrug like he was saying âwhateverâ? Was this man hiding something?
I pulled out my phone and texted Monnie. I asked her if she knew anything about Xavier. She asked why immediately. I texted her and told her we had been outside talking this whole time. The text she sent said it all.
Monnie: RUN BITCH! GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!
I immediately thought of a lie I could quickly tell Xavier. I needed to get to Monnie now! âShit, Monnie needs me!â I said placing my phone back into my purse. âYou good?â he asked leaning in and grabbing my chin so that I could face him. âYeah, baby. Mama's fine. Be safe alright?!â I said loudly as I walked away. âWhat about your number?â he called out after me. âIf we see each other again, I say it was meant to be,â I said winking at him.
I quickly pushed my way towards the rear entrance of the house. The sliding glass door was slightly ajar so that people could go in and out. I entered the door and was met with a cloud of weed smoke. Fuck, I hated that smell. I walked through the house and searched for Monnie. I sent her a text asking where she was.
Monnie: upstairs bedroom
I walked through the crowded living room and crossed the space to get the stairs. I was at the bottom when I felt hands grab my waist from behind. âWhere you going, fine ass?â said a man's voice from behind me. âPlease, don't do that,â I said removing his hands. I continued up the stairs without looking back. âFat bitch!â he yelled at me from below. I turned around to see who was speaking. All I could say was, âUgh!â
I turned back around to continue up the stairs. I located the door to the room where Monnie should be. I lightly knocked on the door before entering. âFuck are you knocking for? Bring yoâ ass in here!â Monnie yelled through the door. âFirst of all, fuck you. Now, spill it. Tea time, hoe!â I said laughing as I entered the room.
Monnie was sitting on the bed waiting. I closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed beside her. I turned my body so that I was facing her. âGirl, he ain't shit. Please, tell me you didn't give him your number?â she asked shaking her head. âFuck no! Why?â I asked removing my crossbody and placing it on the bed beside me. âWell, for starters, this nigga has a basketball team of kids. He has 4 baby mamas, and there may be a fifth!â Monnie said chuckling. âDamn, 4 baby mamas, and how many kids?â I asked leaning over to rest my head on my palms under my chin. âI think 8. We don't know a for sure number,â she said casually. âThe fuck do you mean by that. Do y'all not know a for sure number, or does he not know a for sure number?â I asked eagerly. âHe doesn't know himself. He be fuckin' anything that let him. That's why his ass was burninâ last month,â Monnie said laughing and slapping my shoulder.
That's when it hit me. If I had met Xavier last month instead of Terry, I would be burnin', too. âBurnin' from what?â I asked Monnie. I was serious now. âI think Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. He apparently got it from one of his baby mamas. The only reason we found out is because he gave it to his âsituationâ, and she came to his house while we were there and cussed his ass out. Girl! She let him have it,â Monnie said hollering at this point. âThat's so foul, bro. We were literally outside talking hot shit and getting spicyâ,â I said. âOh, he hot shit alright?â she laughed.
*2 hours later
I had left the party around midnight. As I was driving home, I remembered I needed eggs and almond milk for tomorrow. I knew there was only one store still open this late at night. I honestly didn't feel like getting out again, so I decided against it.
As I was driving, I started to see construction signs. They all read different thingsâ âdetour aheadâ, âroad work aheadâ, and âroad closed to thru trafficâ. The detour sign pointed to the right. That would throw off my entire drive because that meant I couldn't use the nearest entrance to get on the highway with the next one being miles out.
I grew annoyed but turned anyway. What choice did I have? The road was dark and empty. It was way too late at night to be forced to take detours. I was growing uncomfortable with the fact that there were no streetlights, and the road narrowed towards the end before a sharp blind curve. People weren't as careful coming around. Most hugged the middle taking up both lanes in the process.
As I approached, I slowed down almost to a stop. I slowly rolled through the corner hugging my side of the bend. Once I could see straight ahead, I noticed a truck on the side of the road. The hazards were on, but I didn't see anyone inside. As I got closer, my headlights beamed against the outline of a figure at the side of the truck near the rear tire. I could tell it was a man by the way his physique looked leaning against the truck's bed.
Getting closer, I began to watch him out of curiosity. His body leaned up, and he seemed to be turning around to look in my direction. He used his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of my headlights. That's when I saw it. The tattoo on the forearm looked likeââ Terry's.
No, it couldn't be. There's no way a random detour put us in the same place at the same time again. The first time we met I wasnât supposed to be at the store that day. I accidentally dropped all of the eggs I had and cracked them. I had a cake order to make, so I didn't have a choice but to go get more. Now, this.
I rolled down the passenger side window a little as I got closer. I cleared my throat while laughing to myself. I slowed to a stop as I got to the rear of the truck. He walked towards the car, but he didn't approach fully. âNeed a ride, handsome. Don't want you out here stranded,â I said in the most country accent I could. The voice I used gave off backwoods barbie. âNah, I'm good. Go on home,â he said trying to look through the crack of the window.
I could tell that the absence of streetlights and dark tints were working against him. He squinted a little more. âOh, come on. I can't leave you out here with all these critters and weirdos. Might take advantage of yaâ, hun,â I said trying not to laugh. âYour olâ man let you pick up strangers this late at night?â he asked. I could sense he was becoming inquisitive. He was searching for any possible signs of this being a setup.
I rolled down the window all the way while hollering with laughter. âWho said we're strangers?â I asked him. His face displayed annoyance and relief. I saw his shoulders drop and his stance loosen. He approached the car fully leaning into the window. âReal funny,â he said smirking. âYou looked scared for a second. I'm sorry. I realized it was you as I was coming up,â I replied with a smile.
âWhat you doinâ out so late, Mama?â he asked tilting his head. I scoffed and waited. He looked at me with a cold stare. He was waiting for an answer. I shrugged my shoulders casually. âParty with some friends,â I said hoping that he would stop staring at me so intensely. âParty, huh? I thought you didn't like parties,â he muttered under his breath. âI heard you, asshole. Yeah, a party. That's what I said, ain't it?â I said gripping the steering wheel tighter. âWatch that mouth,â he grunted lowly. His voice vibrated across the small space of the car. âOr what?â I asked looking over at him.
He stood up and pushed away from the car. He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his body weight to one side. âI would say I'd put somethinâ in it, but me and you both know you'd like that, âVana. Wouldn't you?â he shot back.
Touché, Terry. Touché.
âComing or not?â I asked and gestured towards the passenger seat. He shook his head yes and walked towards the driver's side of his truck. He opened the door and grabbed his keys and a backpack. He walked back to my car to get into the passenger side. He opened the backseat first to place his backpack in. I could see the confidence in his step.
My eyes started to wander a bit. He was dressed in a gray T-shirt and dark-wash blue jeans. Slightly wet from sweat, his shirt clung to the muscles underneath. Every detail is etched into my memory. The deep cut of his abs. The veins in his biceps that popped out when he made even the slightest movements. The slight jiggle in his pecs.
Not this again. Get it together, Havana.
I turned to look away as he entered the car. Closing the door, he sank into the seat and sighed. âIâve been out there for a while. Was about to walk back towards Miller to get closer to my place,â he said. I could feel his eyes on me. âWhere were you going?â I asked eyes locked forward. âRandall's,â he said leaning over so that his arm was overtaking the center console. âReally?!â I asked loudly. âYou'll live. Where you want me to put my hands? In my lap?â he asked his voice surging through the small space. âOr would you rather I put them in yours?â he chuckled. âWhatever!â I said pushing his chest and rolling my eyes. I put the car into gear and began to drive.
âDo you mind if I stop at Dixie? I needed to pick up some stuff for tomorrow,â I asked looking at him. âNah. I mean it is where we first met,â he said smiling back at me. I rolled my eyes and continued to drive.
*15 minutes later
We walked through the store side-by-side. He was right on my ass. This man had no regard for personal space. âDo you have to be so close?â I asked pushing him away. âOh, now you got a problem with it?!â he laughed throwing his head back. âFuck you, Terry,â I said in a whisper low enough for only him to hear. âYou sure you want that? You sure you can take it this time?â he questioned while getting closer to me. âYou got jokes, huh? Remember this, sir. You may beat me when I'm on my back, but I can make you cry when I'm on my knees,â I said turning away from him. I heard him grunt and scoff. I peeked over my shoulder to see him smiling at me.
He walked away in the opposite direction. That was fine with me. I needed a small breather. Everything about Terry had me on edge, and the flashbacks from that night weren't helping.
I walked to the rear of the store where the dairy and produce were. I walked towards the coolers that contained the eggs. I picked up an 18-count for now and checked the crate for broken eggs. Finding none, I placed the eggs securely under my arm. I moved to the fridges right beside them to look for almond milkâ unsweetened and vanilla. They were out. I moved to the next fridge and spotted regular unsweetened almond milk. Fine, that would have to do.
I opened the door to the fridge. A cold, crisp air whipped across my face. The milk rested on the bottom shelf. I leaned over to get it. As soon as I reached for the milk, I felt hands on my hips. âHands off, Terry,â I said through gritted teeth. âWho's Terry?â asked a familiar voice. âXavier!â I yelled almost dropping the eggs.
I whipped around and removed his hands from my hips. âHere we are again. You remember what you said? I think you owe me somethinâ,â he said moving closer to me. âThat was before I knew you lied to me,â I said pushing him back gently. I wanted to be assertive but not piss him off. As he got closer again, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was much stronger than it was before.
âThe fuck did Monnie stupid ass tell you?â he yelled smacking his lips. âLook. She didn't say anything, love. JustâŠ,â I said trying to push him away from me. His hands came up to my hips again. He gripped the tighter than the first time. âHey, let me go!â I yelled. âOh, come on. You one teasinâ ass bitch,â he yelled again slapping the eggs from under my arms. They hit the ground with a thud. The crate cracked open and egg yolks shot up all over the bottom of my skirt and all over my feet.
I tried to move again and sidestep away from his grasp but to no avail. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back towards him. My body collided with his. He grabbed my arms and slammed me up against the cold glass of the fridge. My body bounced off from the impact.
His hand reached up as if he were going to hit me. I flinched in fear and closed my eyes. It's as if I stopped breathing while waiting for the hit to land. It never did. I opened my eyes to see Terry grabbing Xavier by his collar. They were close in height but Xavier appeared slightly bigger.
Terry pushed Xavier away from me. Terry threw the first punch immediately after. His hand collided precisely with Xavier's jaw. Xâs head snapped sideways and his body flew backward. Terry watched him as he stumbled. âDon't you ever touch her again!â Terry growled closing in on Xavier as if he was going to hit him again. Xavier cowered and retreated without a word.
Terry turns back to look at me. His scowl sent shivers down my spine. âI didn'tâŠ,â I said struggling to breathe. âHey, you okay? Mama, look at me!â Terry said grabbing the sides of my face. He angled my head so that I was looking up at him. I was trying not to cry, but I couldn't hold back the tears. âI'm sorry I froze,â I said gasping for air. âAy, câmere. Don't do that? Havana, breathe!â he said pulling me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly. I wasn't aware of anything around me at the moment.
My thoughts were all over the place. My mind was racing, and I couldn't form a complete thought. âLetâs go,â Terry said holding my hand. He placed the other on my lower back and guided me out of the store. âKeys,â he said into my ear while leaning over me from behind. âHuh?â I said being pulled from my daze. âI need your keys, baby girl,â he said placing his hands on my shoulder.
I reached into my purse and handed Terry my keys. âI know it's late, but I don't want you driving home like this. Do you feel comfortable going with me until you feel better?â Terry said walking around me so that he was now looking down at me. He placed his hands gently on the side of my face again. ââVana, baby. Listen. You gotta answer me, mama. I need somethin' here,â he asked stroking my cheeks. I nodded as I began to cry again.
He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to the passenger side door. He opened the door for me to get in. I slid past Terry and sat down in the seat.
The memories I had tried to forget came flooding back â my ex. I spaced out for a second. Terry opened the door and climbed in. He adjusted the seat to fit more comfortably to his height. He leaned over one final time and kissed my forehead. âJust promise me that you're okay?â he asked softly. âYeah, I'm⊠I'm okay,â I said sniffling.
*20 minutes later
I stood in Terry's bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. I was leaned back against the sink while fighting to remain consciously present. I hated it when things triggered me and brought me back to that place. I had worked so hard to never deal with this again. All those years of therapy, and for what? How could what this man did still take such a toll on me? Tonight, I felt like I regressed tremendously.
I stood up and walked to the glass shower door. I slid it open and reached in to feel the water. It was more than ready. I just wanted to get in and wash away all of tonightâall of the egg yolks, all of the fear, all of the anxiety, all of it.
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