#tehrani

[kaliforniahigh]

omggg the way I know someone on TikTok has the full stream with Noah, Darius and Davis cooking, but they're most certainly holding it hostage to boost their views and popularity 😡😡

[darksigns-exe]

you get me closer to god - darius x f!reader x noah

warnings: swearing, mention of drug usage, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected intercourse

word count: 2.7k

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When Darius had approached you about this, you’d laughed. It was a dumb thing between boys, and you couldn’t see the harm in it. 

A private extension of the bet they’d made on stream. 

The loser gets a tattoo, but the winner gets you — at least for one night. 

Of course, Darius had only suggested it assuming that he’d easily win the bet. 

It was a BLT and you knew that he was confident enough in the kitchen to make this bet in good faith. And you had agreed, fully knowing that there was a chance that Noah could win this. 

To your surprise, Noah had in fact prepared the winning BLT. 

Darius had texted you ahead of time, letting you know that he’d be bringing Noah home with him that night. That has given you enough time to clean up and mentally prepare yourself for whatever would happen. 

You’re surprisingly excited to spend a night with Noah. Of course, you’re more than happy and satisfied with Darius, he gives you no reason to want more, but you also cannot deny that Noah would be so much fun to play with. 

Their arrival is announced by boisterous laughter. You know that their friendship is mostly sponsored by both of them being friends with Davis, something tells you that tonight might change the dynamic of things just a little bit. 

You’ve slipped a loose fitting shirt from Darius’s side of the closet and shorts over the red lace bodysuit you’d picked out for the occasion. If Noah’s getting a prize, you might as well give him something pretty to unravel. 

After brief hellos, Noah excuses himself to the bathroom, giving you a chance to speak to Darius on your own. 

“Still okay with this happening? I doubt that Noah’ll be upset if you’ve changed your mind.” He asks, arms caging you against the counter of your kitchen. 

“More than okay.” you reply. 

You pull him down to you for a brief kiss. 

“I’ll be in the room the entire time, just in case. I trust Noah, but I want you to feel safe.” 

The reassurance settles the pit of nerves in your tummy. No matter how many adventurous things you and Darius get up to, you still get a little nervous from time to time. 

“Have you thought about what you’re okay with? I know we’ve done this a few times, but it might be different with him.” Darius asks then. 

“Are you okay with him fucking me?” 

“You know I am.” he steals another kiss from you, “You want him in that pretty little pussy of yours? Think he can fuck you better than I can?” 

You both know your answer, but you’re more than willing to play this game. 

“Who knows what he’s hiding. You can never know.” 

Darius’ hand drifts under your shirt, “What do you have on under this?” 

“That’s a surprise.” you shoot back quickly, dragging his hand away from you. 

You swear that you catch him pouting in the corner of your vision, but he quickly shakes it off. 

Before you can talk more, Noah exits the bathroom. 

“So, how’s this going to go?” 

You don’t miss the nervous tremble in his voice, despite how much he tries to hide it. 

Without giving him a reply, you sit on the sofa, waiting for the both of them to join you. They bracket you, Darius sitting a little closer than normal to you. 

You turn towards Noah, “This can go however you want it to. You’re the winner of this bet, after all.” 

You feel Darius hand on your waist, giving you silent comfort. 

“How about we loosen this up a little, huh?” Darius speaks from behind you. 

He reaches for the drawer under your coffee table where you know he’s stashed away the little baggie and papers. 

Half an hour and a good conversation later, you’re lounging against Darius’ chest with your legs stretched out over Noah’s lap. His hands rest on your thigh, as he tells you about the progress they’ve made on the album. You’re only half listening, mostly occupied with the feeling of his fingers on your skin. 

Darius pressing his lips to the side of your neck doesn’t exactly help your situation. His arm tightens around your middle, inching your shirt up just a little more. 

Noah’s words trail off into silence. 

You follow his line of sight to where most of your thigh is now exposed. His lithe fingers trail up your skin, until they reach the edge of your shorts. They dip under the fabric just a little, still not daring to venture too high. You place your hand on top of his, slowly inching it closer to where you want him to touch you. His breath hitches when you bring his fingers to your core. His thumb drifts across the seam of your shorts, finding just a little bit of damp here. 

You let out a sigh when he finds your clit through the layers of fabric. He draws a few lazy circles before he finally speaks up. 

“Take these off?” he asks, tugging at the hem of your shorts. 

You can’t deny him that, and so you push up your hips. Noah rushes to tug them down. His breath catches in his throat when he finds the lace fabric beneath it. With your shorts tossed aside, Noah quickly returns his thumb to its previous spot. 

“Oh fuck.” he gasps, then his thumb drags through your folds. 

You feel Darius’ chest shake with laughter underneath you, “You’re the devil, sweetheart. Did you put on that pretty crotchless thing?” 

You only give a sigh in response. 

Instead of a thumb, you soon feel the tip of a middle finger dip into you. Noah inches his finger into you, slowly and carefully. You can tell that he’s testing waters, waiting for any sign of resistance or protest. When he doesn’t find any, he presses further until his palm presses against you. 

“How does she feel?” Darius’ voice rumbles through your chest. 

Noah stifles a moan, “She’s so fucking wet already.” 

“Don’t have to be so gentle with her, she can take it.” Darius adds.

With a little repositioning, Noah ends up kneeling between your parted thighs. He works two fingers into you, with his thumb moving across your clit. You thread your fingers into his hair, slowly inching him closer to you. 

You sigh out his name, hand tightening in his hair. 

His fingers slow down, easing out of you just a little. Noah dips down, flicking his tongue against your clit. You let your eyes fall shut as he buries his face between your thighs. He licks and sucks at you as if it’s the only thing he knows. Noah is almost devotional with how he eats you out. 

You let your head fall back against Darius’ chest, fully giving yourself to the pleasure that surges through you. Darius’ hand wanders under your shirt, coming to cup one of your breasts. His lips find their way back to your neck, most likely to leave even more marks on your skin. 

Between the attention the both of them are giving you, you’re sure that you won’t last very long. 

Noah’s hands dig into your thighs, keeping himself attached to you. You swear that you hear him whine against you too.

You don’t know where you’re supposed to put your hands any more. One of your hands is tangled into Darius’ hair, while the other keeps Noah between your thighs. 

Darius is still toying with your nipple, his touch slowly reaching that roughness you’re used to from him. 

You’re all gasps and moans by now, writhing with the overwhelming sensations that course through your body. 

Below you, Noah pushes up against your hand, and you relent your grip on him enough to allow him to come up for air. He rests his head against your thigh. His chin and lips are smeared with your wetness. Noah gazes up at you with a dazed, dreamy look. You carefully pull his hair back out of his face. A soft smile plays on his lips, and you can’t help but reciprocate it. 

The hand that has been resting against your tummy reaches out, just managing to find the back of Noah’s head. Darius shoves him back between your thighs. He re-adjusts his grip when Noah is close enough for it. He gets right back to work. 

Instead of the careful, gentle approach from before, you’re now met with something almost carnal. Noah buries himself in you, moaning so unashamedly. 

He slides two fingers back into you, finding a quick and unrelenting rhythm. He makes quick work of you, pushing you closer and closer towards your climax. 

Your back arches away from Darius when you come undone. Between his tongue and his fingers, you can’t decide what to focus on first. You don’t have it in you to hold back the sighs and moans that pour from your lips. 

Noah has barely pulled away from you, when you feel yourself manoeuvred around again. Your mind still swims with the high Noah has just brought you, but you’re aware that they’re talking about something. 

While Noah wrangles with his jeans, Darius continues to press kisses along your neck. You managed to bring yourself to pull up the oversized shirt you had pulled on earlier. And with Darius’ help, you don’t have to struggle much to take it off entirely. His lips immediately find a home on your now bared shoulder. His teeth graze against your skin, it’s not enough to draw blood, but the sting of it is so delicious. 

“How are you feeling, pretty girl?” he asks, lips brushing against your skin, “Still good to go?” 

You give a nod, despite knowing that he’ll want a verbal response from you. 

“Words.” he adds, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I need to hear you say it.” 

“I want more.” you practically have to choke the words out. 

Behind you, Darius lets out a chuckle, “Hear that, she gets so fucking needy sometimes. Absolutely insatiable.” 

Noah kneels in front of you on the sofa. You don’t dare to look just yet, instead keeping your focus on his face. 

His hands come to your waist, tugging you further down. You let out a surprised little gasp.

“Ready?” Noah asks, brows creased just a little. 

Your breath hitches just a little when you feel the head of his cock brushing against your folds.  

“Yes.” 

Noah eases the tip between your folds, and you finally convince yourself to look down. He’s sizable, a little slimmer than Darius and maybe a little bit smaller. Which, considering how well equipped your boyfriend is, is still more than plenty. Noah takes his time with it, slowly working his cock further into you. 

You blindly search for Darius’ hand, and he is merciful enough to give you what you want. He gives your hand a comforting squeeze. 

He fills you so well, stretching you out in just the right way. 

Darius’s free hand finds its way back to your chest, quickly finding your nipple through the fabric. 

Just as he begins to play with you, Noah begins to pull out of you again. He stops when just the head is inside of you, before he buries himself in your warmth once again. 

Noah’s head drops back when he’s fully settled inside of you. 

“Shit you feel so good – fuck.” his voice breaks in to a gasp. 

You flex your muscles around him, pulling another gasp from him. 

At the same time, Darius tries his best to tug down one of the cups of your bodysuit.

“Just wait until she gets close. She’ll take you down with her.” Darius says with a hint of humour in his voice. 

You suddenly realise that you never talked about protection and that you don’t know if Noah had put on a condom. You try your best to turn back towards Darius. 

“What’s up, baby? Everything okay?”

Noah stops moving immediately. 

“Did he – did you remember the condom?” you ask, turning back to Noah. 

Behind you, Darius lets out a relieved breath. 

“Yes – of course I did.” 

Noah reaches for your hand, slowly guiding it down between your thighs so that you can feel the latex yourself. 

“O-okay.” Noah gives your hand a gentle squeeze before he releases it again, “Are you good to continue?” 

“I am.” you nod. 

He picks up a slow rhythm. 

Noah’s newly freed up hand, shifts towards the back of your thigh, pushing it up towards your body. This new angle feels even more intense. You feel every pass of his cock against your walls, and it’s starting to get a little dizzying. 

You let yourself sink against Darius, fully allowing the sensations to take you over. A thumb begins to circle over your clit in time with Noah’s thrusts. It’s overwhelming, and you feel so very close to overstimulation already. 

Darius has moved a hand towards your other thigh at some point, keeping you spread wide. It’s almost obscene. You would feel ashamed if you’d be more in charge of your mind. The edges of your vision are fuzzy when you manage to keep your eyes open for longer than a few moments. 

It’s all so much. 

You’re not sure if you’re going to last much longer. Between the attention they’re both giving you, you can feel yourself falling apart at a rapid rate. 

“Are you gonna cum for him, baby? Gonna let him feel that pretty little cunt?” Darius speaks from behind you. 

The hand that had been playing with your tits wanders up your chest. It briefly stays on your throat, giving a squeeze, before it curls around your jaw. 

You let out a whine.

“Come on, pretty girl. Let us hear you.” his voice sounds so rough, even though he isn’t even directly involved with this. 

You force yourself to speak then, “C-close.” 

“Good girl. Show him how good you feel.” 

It rushes over you a moment later. You feel your back arching, stretching as hands push and pull you through this high. Their hands feel so good on your body, so overwhelming. 

You can barely make out the words they’re exchanging above you. Noah continues his thrusts into you, pushing you further towards overstimulation. 

He stills a moment later. 

His hand on your thigh tightens, fingers digging into your flesh almost painfully. 

You feel Noah spill inside the condom with a gasp. He stays buried inside of you for a moment longer. 

Eventually, you feel him moving away from you, but you can’t possibly bring yourself to open your eyes to check where he’s going. 

Darius gathers you up in his arms, pulling you close to him. He peppers the softest kisses against your cheek and jaw. 

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He whispers against your skin. 

You look at Noah on the other side of the sofa. He looks just as exhausted as you feel. 

“Noah?” You poke your foot against his thigh to get his attention, “How are you feeling?”

“So fucking good.” a wicked little smile works its way onto his face. 

“She’s good like that.” Darius’ arm tightens around your middle. 

Noah doesn’t stay for much longer. 

In a way, you’re glad because you really don’t know how to move on from this. You’re sure that things will be fine in the long run but making idle conversation with him doesn’t sound like the best way to do things right now. 

Darius follows you under the shower. His hands barely leave your body. This time, his touch is gentle. 

“How did you feel about all of this?” He asks softly, still pressing kisses against your skin. 

“You’re not jealous, are you?” You know he isn’t, but it’s fun to poke him a little. 

“Of Noah?” He can hardly contain the laughter that breaks from him, “Come on, I know this was fun for you, but I know that I can make you feel so much better. Or should I feel jealous? Are you going to run off with him?”

You pull him down for a kiss, “Never gonna happen. This was fun for a day, but I’ve got everything I need right here.”

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[circle-with-me]

the world needs more Darius content omg

you are so right, anon! there’s a few of us on here that post him semi-frequently but he really deserves more love.

look at him 😍

the man is capable of both feral AND pookie. it’s insane. he’s a menace. he’s the love of my life.

(he’s also insanely talented. we cannot forget that. everyone listen to spite rn they’re incredible)

[connormurphyirl]

[multivstx]

egan apologist ❤️

[artificialbreezy]

ugh i’m just thinking so heavy about a hate fuck with Darius

CW: mean!darius, name calling, pet names, hate fuckin. bro it’s just porn sorry

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

his hand tangled in your hair, pushing your face into the table. “didn’t think i’d hear you, did you?”

his pace slowed down just enough to hear a small whine fall from your mouth.

“let me hear you say it. what’d you tell Alex?” his voice was laced with poison. he was angry, tired of you walking around hating him. when all he wanted was to fuck the attitude out of you every time you rolled your eyes at him.

“oh fuck off, didn’t say shit.” your voice was broken. overwhelmed by the stretch of his cock.

“oh no, you did baby. heard it with my own ears.” pulling himself out fully just to shove himself to the hilt.

“you said, “dude, Darius is such a fucking whore. just trying to find anything to fuck with. just over it.” what does that make you, huh? just another hole for me to fuck?”

he felt you squeeze him tighter, “oh fuck, you liked that. you like being just another whore for me to use. better fucking get used to it. not gonna deal with your attitude anymore. if all you needed was me to ruin this perfect cunt, could’ve just asked.”

[rahullkohli]

sexy, sexy asians says god is a woman

[electric-cross]

Mine

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.3k

Darius gets jealous and wants to show his girlfriend who she belongs to. Smut ensues.

You slammed the car door shut, making your way up the driveway to the front door, your boyfriend, Darius, close behind.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I don’t know why you were flirting with him all night,” he called after you.

Your pace quickened as you approached the door, “For the hundredth time, I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“It sure seemed like it! And you seemed to be enjoying it too,” he replied as you unlocked the door and made your way inside.

You walked through the threshold, making your way to the living room where you sat your purse down on the coffee table, “Oh my god, Darius, this is insane! Why would I flirt with him? I love you, remember? I’m with you. I don’t want anybody else. We were just talking and he was a cool guy! Sorry, if I was enthusiastically reciprocating a conversation with someone I found interesting. That doesn’t mean I want to suck his cock!”

He was close behind you, still intent on an argument, “I get all that, but you guys just seemed a little too friendly for my liking.”

“Oh my god!” you began as you headed toward the bedroom, “I’m sorry for being a friendly person. I’m sorry if you felt jealous and insecure because I was having a polite conversation at a wedding of all places. It’s not my fault that you’re reading into shit that isn’t there.”

His pace matched yours and soon he was standing in the doorway of the bedroom you shared as you stood in front of your dresser, taking off the jewelry you had worn for the occasion. You still hadn’t bothered to look at him, feeling your anger rising. You were about to start ignoring him completely, finding the entire matter ridiculous and insulting. As if you could ever want someone else.

“Hey! I am not jealous and insecure, I just don’t like watching my girlfriend get along so well with another guy.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you shouted, “So I can never have male friends? Is that it?”

“No, of course you can. I just don’t think you need to have friends like THAT.”

You finally turned to look at him, “Like what?”

He paused, “Like, I don’t know. Just like that! The way you were smiling at him and giggling and shit. I don’t like it.”

“So, I’m not supposed to laugh when I find something funny? Should I have just told him that I liked his joke but my boyfriend has strict rules about my public behavior? Is that it?”

Darius groaned, “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t think I do. You keep insisting that I was playing into some bullshit game, like I was deliberately trying to hurt you, like I would ever do that, and no matter what I say, you won’t believe me.”

“I don’t think you were trying to hurt me,” he began, “But it still did anyway. How would you feel if I did that to you?”

You walked over to the closet, taking your high heeled shoes off and placing them in their designated spot, “I wouldn’t like it if you flirted with some other girl, of course, but I know I don’t have to worry about that. Just like you don’t have to worry about that with me!”

“I did today.”

You threw your head back, closing your eyes, “Oh my god, Darius! This is fucking stupid! I don’t want that guy! I don’t want any other guy! I know who I belong to, and I’m happy that way, okay? Fuck!”

You turned to face your boyfriend, seeing him still standing in the doorframe, arms crossed. For a moment, he said nothing, just stared. There was something different about the way he was looking at you now. He still seemed upset and angry, but there was a flash of something else in his gaze.

He slowly began to walk toward you, “You know who you belong to?”

“Yes, Darius. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m in love with you and I’m yours. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

He closed in on you, backing you up against the wall, “You’re mine?”

“Yes.”

He placed his hands on your hips and shoved you backward until you made forceful contact with the wall behind you. His grip remained, pinning you. He leaned his head down toward you, a serious expression on his face.

“You say you’re mine, but I think you may have forgotten. Do I need to remind you?” he said as his hands gripped tighter around your waist, wrinkling the fabric of your dress.

You met his gaze, still angry and unwilling to back down, “Darius. I’m. Yours. How many times do I have to say it?”

He looked at you intently, eyes piercing through you, “I want to hear it again. I want to hear you scream it so there’s no doubt in my mind.”

You recognized that tone of voice, that look in his eyes. You felt your heart rate increase and your breathing become labored. You were still angry, still insulted that he could think you would do something like this. You didn’t want to give in to him. To give him exactly what he wanted, but he was so close to you. His body nearly pressed against yours, the smell of his cologne, the eye contact, and his undeniably sexy voice becoming more stern. It roused something within you. You had more and more trouble standing your ground when he was so enticing.

“Darius,” you said hesitantly, feeling your resolve weaken, “Baby, I’m yours.”

He continued looking into your eyes, completely serious as he said, “That’s not good enough. I need you to convince me.”

Before you could form a response, his lips were on yours. The kiss was forceful and deliberate. He was trying to claim you. He was angry, and you knew what was in store for you. As upset as you were with him, you couldn’t deny the feelings washing over you. The shiver down your spine as he worked his lips over yours, almost demanding you kiss him back. You fought against your better judgment, knowing you should push him off of you and take some time apart to let things simmer. Maybe go take a shower and wash this day off. Anything to put some distance between the two of you, but your body was betraying you.

You slowly reciprocated the kiss, feeling yourself begin to lose track of any thought of an argument, or pretty much anything else. You were being swept up by this man. This man that you should be angrier with, that you should refuse, but that you couldn’t deny. He was the sexiest man you’d ever known and his touch was electrifying, even when you were pissed off. You hated to indulge him, to let him have his way and think that his behavior was acceptable, but his soft lips on yours had your head spinning so fast you couldn’t latch onto a single thought no matter how hard you tried. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, but he caught them before you could achieve your goal. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head against the wall. He used one hand to secure them both, then moved his other hand back to your waist, ensuring you couldn’t move.

He broke the kiss, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You did what you were told and suddenly felt his tongue enter you, sliding furiously against your own. His grip on your wrists and waist tightening to a point of slight pain. He kissed you for a moment longer then pulled away completely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“I’m gonna show you just who the fuck you belong to.”

Before you could process exactly what he’d said, he was using one leg to spread yours open. With his hand on your waist, he gripped the fabric of your dress and pushed it up over your hips, exposing your panties to him. He then took the opportunity to press his knee against your clothed genitals. Slowly rubbing you through the garment.

You felt your breathing hitch and quicken as he worked on you, eyes still piercing into yours. You fought the urge to moan, still angry enough to deny him exactly what he was looking for. But, that all changed when he replaced his knee with the hand that had been on your waist. His touch was not gentle. He rubbed you hard through your underwear, even making small circles where he knew your clit would be. This time, you did moan. A small, quiet moan, but enough to rouse him.

“This is mine. Do you understand?” he said.

Your voice began to shake, “Yes.”

He slipped his hand into your panties and began working on your clit with no barrier. You felt your knees start to buckle, suddenly grateful that he was still pinning your hands to the wall, ensuring your position.

He quickened his pace, “I don’t think you do. I think I need to show you some more.”

His hand left your clit, leaving you aching. Before you could protest, he was swiftly pulling your panties down until they fell to your feet. You stepped out of them, leaving you completely exposed from the waist down. He once again used his leg to force yours open. Wasting no time, his hand was immediately back to your pussy. This time, tracing the wet slit with his finger. The feeling made you shiver, and you know he noticed. Without saying a word, he slipped his finger inside of you. Your back arched into him as the sensation of him violating you made its way through your body. He forced another finger inside, slowly stretching you out, his eyes never leaving yours.

He pumped and curled his fingers inside, increasing the wetness that had begun pouring onto his hand. His movements becoming harsher, creating a squelching sound as he fucked you with his digits. You closed your eyes and let out the softest moans.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, “Look at me as I take what’s mine.”

You complied, seeing the arousal in his gaze. It made you weak. Suddenly forgetting why you were supposed to be upset with him, and dying for more. You leaned your hips forward, pressing into him, fucking yourself on his hand, never breaking eye contact.

His lips parted and you could tell he was becoming increasingly aroused by your movements, “No, baby. I’m in charge now.”

He quickly pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy and brought them to your lips. He traced the skin with his wet fingers before pushing them inside, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned softly as you started gently sucking his fingers, tasting your arousal. Before you knew it, he was pulling his fingers out of your mouth and using the same hand to wrap it around your throat.

You gasped slightly, feeling his hand closing around your throat, squeezing hard enough to cause your breathing to falter. His hand still wrapped around your wrists, squeezing in unison. His lips crashed against yours again, wasting no time in sliding his tongue back in to taste you. He loved tasting your pussy from your own mouth. His grip on your neck increasing so much that you thought he may cut off your breathing entirely.

Just as you were about to protest, he pulled his lips away and his hand left your neck and wrists. Breathing returning once more, you panted as you watched him undo the buckle of his belt. Your eyes transfixed on his tattooed hands pulling the item through the loops of his pants and off his body completely. You had begun to pull yourself away from the wall when he wrapped the belt around your throat, closing the loop against your skin, and once again, limiting your breathing.

He pulled you forward and led you to the side of the bed you shared. Without saying a word, he roughly pushed you so that you were bent over the edge of the furniture. He pushed the fabric of your dress back over your waist again, then pulled on the belt around your neck. You thought he might break your neck for a moment from the force of his pull.

You had no time to be concerned with your neck, as he soon smacked your ass so hard you were sure it had split the skin. You moaned out loud from pleasure and pain. He did it again. And again. And again. The skin on your behind stinging as he smacked and pulled the belt. This man was not in the mood to be romantic with you. You knew he meant it when he said he was going to show you who you belonged to.

He switched between spanking you and roughly kneading the flesh of your ass. Grabbing so hard, you knew he was adding to the bruises that were surely already there. He stopped for a moment and you were about to ask why, before you heard the zipper of his pants. You knew he was done making a show of things. That now he would truly claim you. You were more than ready.

You felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance. You would have moaned, but Darius was pulling on the belt again, cutting off most of your circulation. Before you could register what was happening, he roughly slammed his cock into you. You would have buried your face into the bed had he not been holding your neck up. You heard him moan loudly from the contact.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

He wasted no time quickly thrusting into you. There was no warm up. No gentleness. He was fucking you. Truly fucking you. He gripped your waist with his free hand to better pound into your throbbing cunt, still pulling on the belt. You moaned in wanton lust, loving every feeling of being dominated by this man. He was right. You were his.

“You’re mine,” he growled, “Do you understand? All mine.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head from the tone of his voice and you moaned, “I’m yours, Darius. Fuck, I’m yours.”

He moaned louder, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” you managed to slip out.

“You can do better than that,” he said as he once again slapped your ass, then proceeded to fuck you even more roughly.

“Oh!” you shouted at the contact, “Oh my god, Darius, I’m yours. I’m all yours, baby. Fuck!”

He growled louder, “Yeah? You remember who you belong to now, baby? You know that only I get to fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“Say it,” he practically barked at you.

You arched your back, feeling the familiar tightness in your pussy, “Only you get to fuck me, Darius.”

“Tell me you belong to me,” he said as he pulled the belt tighter, forcing you to look upward.

You were getting close. The sensation of his cock inside you only exacerbated by the possessiveness in his words.

“I belong to you, baby. Oh, fuck. Only you, Darius.”

He moaned loudly, “That’s my good girl. MY good girl.”

He pushed down on your lower back, forcing it against the bed, still not releasing his grip on your throat. The new angle causing even more access to your cunt. He slammed into you with as much force as he could muster, causing you both to cry out.

“Oh, fuck! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” you shouted, filling the mostly quiet room with your screams.

His moans echoed yours and you knew he was close too, “Fuck, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Cum inside that pretty pussy so you know it’s mine.”

Your eyes rolled back once more and your mouth gaped. Your orgasm bubbling up and threatening to rip through you at any moment. You felt your legs begin to shake and you knew you were done for.

You let out a series of whimpers and Darius knew you were about to come undone, “Cum for me baby. Be my good girl, and cum all over my cock.”

Somehow, he managed to fuck you even harder and you were done. You moaned and screamed and writhed as you felt the liquid pouring out between your legs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that. Fuck,” he moaned, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You were still cumming when you felt the belt around your neck and his hand on your hip both begin to tighten, “Shit. You sound so fucking hot when you cum, baby. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too. I’m-”

He never finished his sentence. Instead, he was gripping onto you for dear life, hunching over you, pouring his cum deep inside, as promised. He moaned loudly. More of a growl than anything. You could tell he had cum hard. His moans a bit more prolonged than they usually were when he finished. You both felt your orgasms taper off at the same time.

Eventually, he loosened the belt around your throat and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. You inhaled deeply, feeling your head spinning from the orgasm and the returning flow of oxygen. Your head fell forward to the bed as you attempted to collect yourself. You shivered at the feeling of him pulling himself out of you completely.

No one said anything. He gently pulled you up until you were standing before him. Your back flush against his chest. You could still feel his huge, hard cock pressed up against you. His hand wrapped around your waist as he placed a small kiss against the side of your neck. The spot tender from the belt.

He breathed deeply against you, “I love you, baby.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back into his chest, “I love you, too.”

His hand softly rubbed against your stomach, “Are we okay?”

You turned to face him, “Yes, we’re okay. But please know that I really am yours. I didn’t mean to hurt you today, but you need to trust me, okay?”

“I know. I’m sorry if I overreacted, sweetheart. I just love you so much. The thought of you wanting someone else just fucking breaks me.”

You stood on your tiptoes, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, “I know, baby. I promise you, there’s no one I want besides you. Okay?”

He smiled, finally convinced, “Okay.”

You pulled back, “Good. Now that we’re done with this, I’m finally gonna go take a shower. So hands off for just a little while, alright?”

He laughed, “Alright. I can behave. For a little while, anyway. I can’t promise I’ll behave later, though.”

You grinned, “That’s fine. But maybe not quite as rough next time. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I’m afraid you’ll leave marks if we do this again.”

His eyes glanced down to your neck, “Baby, you already have marks.”

“I do?” you asked as you turned to face the standing mirror in your bedroom, “Oh. I do. Well, I guess they can serve as a reminder of who I belong to.”

Darius smiled, “I guess they can, but I think you could always use more of a reminder.”

You smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I could? Like what?”

He returned your smirk then scooped you up into his arms, “Well, let me join you in the shower and I’ll show you.”

You giggled, “Okay. But this time, you’re gonna tell me that you’re mine.”

“Deal,” he replied as he carried you off into the bathroom.

[clouseplayssims]

Maybe let it go, you were an infant at the time.

[reineyday]

finished the last season of manifest and some ship thoughts!

ive been saying it since drea showed up but seriously, mick x jared x drea ot3 come on!!!! poly detectives pls let hope have three parents 2k24

i was surprised they gave benvi a canon moment but i was here for it :') that one episode where saanvi kisses him for a cover but ben doesnt even seem phased and only gives her a Look at the end of the episode has very strong "this never occured to me before but actually this makes more sense" vibes from ben 😂 like even his reaction after they kissed for cover felt so platonic (imo) but then later on he realizes that subconsciously he's been heading there this whole time and he has an "oh" moment, but it's more like an "oh, duh" moment

niche but that scene where jared gives joe's kid a hug and then later on in the season when joe is so lovingly showing jared (and the stones) photos of charlie makes me think jared x joe would be cute, esp cuz jared wants kids so bad and he was so good with charlie

EAGAN AND ADRIAN AM I RIGHT????? man i was already thinking they'd be funny to ship together because they're both kinda self-serving disasters that have hearts deep, deeeeeeeeep down, but that moment when they held hands with the necklace between them? and then starting a business together when they land back in 2013??? so many options for them 😂 even just adrian showing up to angelina and eagan being married and being like dude wtf??? with the added emotional plot of being lowkey jealous and not sure why is a really funny fic idea

ultimately, i liked what they did w the ending tho! it was really cute what they did with tj and the girl older!cal dated, esp cuz both their s.o.'s kinda de-aged on them 😂 i also really love drea so im glad they had jared meet her right then, and it was cute how mick searched the cabs for zeke :') and it's not often we see a bi girl end up with the girl in her love triangle so that was nice for saanvi too yayay 🥰🥰

[komaedamizuki]

listening to eagan talk:

[darksigns-exe]

soft boy hours

Since the "pilot episode" last week went so well, I've decided to make Soft Boy Hours a regular thing over there.

This means every Friday from 8PM to midnight CEST we can have a chat about the softest headcanons that rattle around your brains!

For whom can you send in headcanons?

All of Bad Omens (including Matt), Will Ramos and Darius Tehrani

What can you send in?

Headcanons ranging from fluff to smut are fine. When you send in smuttier things, do keep in my that we're keeping things soft!!

[circle-with-me]

forever plagued by this man and his thighs

[connormurphyirl]

Ladies and gentlemen, darius tehrani of spite

[ragazzadellearance]

Can we talk about the moment at the end of Manifest when Egan calls his father to ask for his forgiveness and turn over a new leaf and... the father just hangs up 😂

Never change Egan

[artificialbreezy]

thinking about how these two argue over you and you finally get tired of it and tell them to either figure out out between the two of them or they can both be between your legs and you’ll figure it out for them.