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Imagine being Pahchin’s little wifey and he’s having a conversation with you and he’s just like “idk I’m an idiot. You decide” so you gently push his cheek to look at you with a soft smile and his eyes are blown wide because you’re so beautifully and your smile still makes his heart thump. He’s interrupted mid daydream when you tsk. “C’mon pa, remember what we talked about?” And his mouth opens before closing again, like a fish outta water before mumbling a “yes honey” and you can’t help but giggle

Or he’s with the boys and they something too and they’re expecting Pa-chin to be like “I don’t have brain space so I’m fine with whatever” but instead he stays quiet or maybe actually give an opinion of his and they look at him surprised. And it’s silent before pa-chin looks out the window with a cough.” The missus won’t let me say that anymore” and they start clowin him for how whipped he is. Pleaseeee😩

CAN I…..can I PLEASE get some regular content for fucking Hanma Shuji like???? All this non-con and NFSW stuff, what happened to the original plot of the movie???? I’m tired

tw:fluff

GN!reader x Beel

It’s been almost a few weeks since you were brought to devil dom and it was hard for you, you were feeling homesick and you’re body still wasn’t accosted to the new atmosphere. It left you with a restlessness that you couldn’t escape from despite sleep’s open arms. Water wouldn’t necessarily help but one could hope it would dilute the aching feeling you felt.

You come to find the (now) normal scene of Beel raiding the fridge of all of it contents. He watches you from the corner of his eye as you take a seat at the island, swallowing the chunk of food he was eating. He continues to eat, Consuming a smaller amount in case you wanted to talk. But you stayed quiet and he followed suit. The only sound that could be heard was the small happy hums and the sound of munching throughout the kitchen. The water seemingly forgotten.

“Can’t sleep?” He finally says, finishing what appeared to be last of the food. You hum in acknowledgment. “I’ll make you something.”

“I’m not really hungry right now. I appreciate it tho.” You mumble softly. His face shows nothing, a blank sheet as he scans your face. He notices the deep bags under your eyes, the way your face sags with exhaustion and the way your shoulder tense despite only just getting out of bed. He turns back to eat some more when he recognizes the uncomfortable twitch of you being watched.

“I know a recipe that’ll help.” He speaks softly and warily as if he could sense how desperately you were trying to hold on. He continues rummaging through the fridge, his finger skimming products of food he would later consume.

“Beel, love, I’m not really in the mood to eat right now but maybe in-“

“It helped me” he interrupts. He pauses for a second in his one sided war against the fridge. His eyes turn to meet yours and you can’t help but notice how this is once more one of the softer moments of Beel he’s allowed you to see. His features are soft with slumber but his eyes are sharp and honest, always quietly reading the room, always quietly reading you. “When I had my nightmare, this is what I would turn to….before you came.” He says softly.

You nod and watch him get the materials he needs to make this mysterious midnight snack. Your eyes travel his body curiously. His tattoo, moving almost as if it was alive, slithered with each whisk of the small pot while the black tank top did little to cover his toned back. An innocent urge pushes you out your chair and before you realize, you’re wrapping your arms around his tiny waist. He continues as if you hadn’t, but you can hear his heart beat a little faster and feel his muscles tense at the contact. He knew you needed this. Hell, he probably needed this more than you but for right now it didn’t matter. All that mattered was his warmth and his unusual caring side was extended to even “just a human”

Notes<3 please excuse me if he seems a little of character! I just started Obey Me and I am absolutely smitten with Beel! I just had to write this idea out when I saw him say this!! (It was almost midnight to!! How cute<3) this was a fun little start up from a 9 month Hiatus!

Nicolas Brown, Worick x Fem! reader

tw: implied nfsw towards the end…that’s about it.

A/n: I am so sorry about the person who requested this?? Like a freakin month ago?? I went on deployment🇺🇸🦅???💀 But I hope you enjoy it!! And sorry if they seem a little bit ooc!! If you want something different or better please let me know!!

Worick was no foreigner when it came to Lingerie. In fact, he prided himself on knowing the difference between them and what looked best on not only himself but his clients, although it never stayed on for long.

 But on you? Consider him a new man. Consider him never having seen lingerie a day in his life. Because you. Because you??

He’s flabbergasted. His jaw is dropped and he can't help the way his eyes rake your body, taking in the way the clothing compliments your breast  and completes your figure. He’s like one of those cartoon dog’s, you swear you could see the hearts in his eyes. 

The funny thing is, this is not the first time he’s seen you wear Lingerie. Throughout the few years you’ve been married and even through the years y’all have dated, he’d act a damn fool when you decided to surprise him with the lacy,silk clothing. He’s your biggest supporter and hypeman, can’t help but to feel like the most beautiful woman.

He whistles, a giant smile covering his face while he rises from the bed. His hands reach around your waist and pull you close. “Is it my birthday or is this a reward for good behavior?” He says with a smile that you can't help but match.

“Hmm? Oh this little ole thing? I’m wearing this for me.” You laugh out loud. “ ‘m just changing up my nightgown.” The faux innocence in your eyes has him chuckling. His hands slide down your form slowly before gripping your ass and pulling you even closer.

“Then I approve this new changeup. I’d like to indulge myself in this new change, if you don't mind.” And with that he picks you up. You can’t help the screech that leaves your mouth as he does with such ease. He places you down on the bed before kissing your breath away.

“So I’m guessing that means you like it?” you laugh.

“Oh my pretty wife, more than you’ll ever know.”

Unlike Worick, Nicolas Brown was a silent appreciator. The first time you walked into his room, he was already seated in a chair, his eyes closed and arms crossed. He had just gotten back from one of his job calls and was patiently awaiting the next one.

He noticed someone was in the room but waited till he felt the tap on his shoulder to open his eyes and the sight behold him had his eyes as wide as saucers . 

Not many things could surprise him or at least indicate it on his face.

But goddamn you looked like a goddess standing in front with a timid tilt to your smile. He swallows the lump in his throat and beckons you closer.

Instantly wrapping his hands around your waist and stroking the silky material. You wait patiently for him to finish.

And finally, he looks up. A soft smile decorates his lips and you let out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding as you replicate the same smile on your face.

He lets go of you to sign quickly before placing them back around your waist.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, just wanted to surprise you. You seemed a little stressed out from work and…I thought this might help.”

He lays his hand on your stomach and lets out a soft hum of appreciation before he’s suddenly up and softly pushing you away.

All for good reason of course. Nicolas Brown was very aware of his handsy and T-shirt stealing (although they both steal other’s clothes) roommate. And because of that, he’s also very aware that Worick does not have the concept of privacy when it comes to barging into other people’s rooms.

So like any sane man, he closes and locks the door before returning back to your beautiful figure.

Nicolas grabs you gently, treating you like you were made of glass before placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose and lastly your lips. You both slowly melt into each other’s embrace, his hand slowly gliding up and down your back.

And you finally take a breath of air, his head  on your forehead. He pulls you back to sit on his lap as he signs. “You’re perfect. Thank you, love.””

You can’t help the smug grin that sets place on your face, feeling him underneath you.

“Let’s see how long this actually stays on.”His smirk matches your as he begins to remove his belt.

The motivation this just gave me

Dear black readers,

Don’t be afraid to write that fanfic . Regardless of the film, celebrity, book, show, character, sexuality, genre, or whether you think it's good or not write it! There isn't nearly enough fan fiction for us to appreciate or relate to as it is. We’re just as important as any other reader and if the fandom claims that the character would never be interested in a black person, and?! How the hell they know? There's a reason it’s called fan fiction... Don't be ashamed to write it because you fear nobody will read it, they will. It's important, in my opinion, that black readers be able to visualize themselves in the book. So write the story! 🫶🏾

- Ary 💜

𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝟏)

Billy the Kid x b!woc reader

Being the pastors daughter meant you had to always be on your best behavior, never stepping off the right path, walking the straight & narrow path, and her eyes towards heaven. That was until a certain outlaw rode into your life, and taught you sometimes it okay to have a taste of hell with a little bit of heaven.

AN: readers last name is Bennett.

Word count: 1.3k

Here’s the link to part 2 & part 3

Divider by saradika

It was the same schedule: Wake up, pray, work, eat, give thank, sleep, repeat. It had been the routine for 20 years. Well, maybe just for you. The family consisted of her mother, father, 2 brothers, Michael and John, and then yourself. Father raised the 3 of you to have unwavering faith and trust in a higher power no one would see while you were still alive. In a way, if offered stability to your family, and yourself.

But it also came with rules, which in your case, sucked, especially being the only girl in the house. You weren’t allowed to go out late, while your brothers could come home as late as early morning. Your father wanted his “little girl” to be, as he said “the gem of the Bennett name” , and for the most part, you didn’t know what else to be, other than a farmer.

The town you resided in had enough fertile soil for people to grow their food, there was even a lake not too far from town with a few trees close by. You used to swim there, before some men decided to ransack the town. That night everyone met in the church since the raiders burnt the town hall to the ground. That very night the leaders of the community, including your father, all agreed to hire mercenaries to keep the town safe.

If this wasn’t desperation, you didn’t know what else it could be.

When everyone got back to the farm, you and your brothers questioned your father. His only excuse was “There are some times in which we can’t wait for God to save us”, and there was no further argument. “This is something we can’t pray our way out of, child! Maybe one day you’ll understand.” He shouted, making you shrink.

The next day you woke up early on the property and walked over the kitchen, where Michael was packing up a bag along with your other John. “What’s the occasion?” You asked. “Pa told us we’re going with him to meet the mercenaries the next town over.” Your brother, Michael said in a rushed tone, sitting down to stuff his belonging in a bag. “You never told me that.” You said, walking towards him. “Well you’re not my mother.” He said, not looking up at you. “But I am your sister, and older than you.” You added.

“By 5 minutes.” He said, smiling up at you. Your mother had given birth to you first on a winter day, and then Michael a few minutes later. You didn’t know if it was the fact you two were born on the same day or being twins, but you were closer to Mike then you were John.

“Are you two bickering again?” Your mother said, walking in. “We were just saying our goodbyes, Dove and I.” Mike said, putting on a smile and slinging his arm around your neck.

You had adopted the nickname Dove after your 10th birthday by your father. To him, the name symbolized what he wanted you to be: pure, innocent, peaceful. For the most part, you were pure, you didn’t have a choice to be anything but, being the pastors daughter and all. A part of you didn’t mind being stamped as “Holy” but that also meant you didn’t have the same freedoms or privileges you would’ve loved to have.

You were snapped oh of your train of thought when your father came from outside and called for your brothers. Three horses were already set up, belonging to them. None for you. “We’ll be back by the end of the week.” He said, kissing your mother goodbye, and then waking to you. “Best behavior, my dove, as always.” He said, kissing your forehead before riding away, your brothers behind him.

The next few days were full of chores, errands, and work. And boredom. Then came the day they were expected back, your mother stood next to you. “Penny for your thoughts, honey?” Your mom asked, making you nod. “He means the best for you.” She said, putting her hand on your shoulder, trying to stick her point. “He just doesn’t want to see you-.” “Act out of line? Have fun? Have a real life?” You interrupted, looking at her. “You know that’s not what I meant, love.” She said, putting some of the vegetables that were grown in a basket.

“Here, take this, throw them out, and get some air.” She said, basically leading you out of the room. “And honey?” Your mom called, making you look back, “We only treat you with different rules to keep you safe.” After throwing the vegetables out, you looked towards the town, and sighed. “Safe my god given ass.” You mumbled to yourself, walking towards the lake for the first time in a while.

There was a cool breeze coming from the lake, one that you took in with a content look on your face. You laid down in the grass and took a deep breath in, before closing your eyes. After a few minutes, all you could hear was the breeze blowing and the rustle of the leaves. It almost drowned out the noise from the town, as well as the noise in your head. It even almost drowned out the sound of the twig that snapped behind you. Almost.

Your head snapped behind you to see a tall slender boy leaning on a tree staring at you, a small smirk on his face. From his face alone, you could tell he wasn’t a local, you couldn’t even recognize him. You looked him over, his rough appearance a clear sign he wasn’t one to walk over. But his eyes were the most enchanting part of him. Those blue eyes drew you in like a siren to a sailor. And as much as you wanted to drown in them, you knew shook out of the trance; who is this man?

“You new around here?” You asked, breaking the silence. He looked you up and down, before meeting your eyes with a wolfish grin, chuckling to himself. “You could say that.” He said, looking deep in your eyes. “I’m Billy.” You nodded your head toward him, “Nice to meet you, Billy.” “So what’s your name, honey?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face. “I’m Bennett.” You said, holding out your hand. Billy then took your hand and then kissed it, “You must be the pastors daughter, you and your brothers have the same eyes.”

Here we go again

He then smirked to himself, “If I may, humor me Ms. Bennett.” You immediately turned back around and looked at the water, “I doubt I could make you shut up anyway, so go on ahead.” You said, making him huff out a short laugh.

“What’s a lady like you doing by herself?” Billy asked, looking over you with a curious look in his eyes. “Like myself, huh? What’s that supposed to mean, cowboy?” You asked, not looking away from the water of the lake. You then heard his footsteps get closer, and then he was right behind you.

“I thought the pastor’s girl would know it would be safer to stay close to the house of the lord, than out here with her back turned, vulnerable.” Billy said, and you could see his shadow cover your frame, making you turn around, holding your shawl closer to your body, covering your shoulders.

In the moment you turned around, his eyes didn’t hesitate to look over your face, and then your body. Billy’s eyes went down to your neck and chest, making no effort to avert his gaze. “What a beautiful ring,” He said, getting your attention,” You engaged?” “No, it’s my purity band.” You said, holding it out so he could get a better view, and hoping he would leave you alone.

Instead, you saw a new look in his eyes.

One that let you know he wouldn’t leave you alone.

Interest.

Let me know what you think, feedback is welcome!

𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (2)

Billy the Kid x b!woc reader

Being the pastor’s daughter meant you had to always be on your best behavior, never stepping off the right path, walking the straight & narrow path, and her eyes towards heaven. That was until a certain outlaw rode into your life, and taught you sometimes it okay to have a taste of hell with a little bit of heaven.

A.N: reader’s last name is Bennett.

A.N2: Thank you all for the likes & feedback from part one, here’s part 2!

UPDATE: Part 3 is here!

Word count: 1.1k

divider by saradika

Over the next few days, you tried to ignore Billy like the plague. He had a different idea, he would follow you like a lost puppy, never close enough for you to see, but you knew his eyes were on you. Going into town: you knew he was there. Working at the bar: you knew he was there. Even in church: you knew he was there and it drove you crazy. You all were taught to not look behind you during service, eyes forward and towards the pulpit at all times.

You were yearning to catch a glimpse of him, just to know you weren't crazy. However, you couldn't risk getting scolded by your mother for improper behavior. So you sat still, the burning of his eyes on you nagging you the entire time. As you waited for your father to finish saying goodbyes, you heard a voice behind you. “I should’ve known the pastor's daughter could clean up so well,” Billy said, looking you up and down.

“I didn't know the cowboy knew the Lord’s word either.” you responded, looking at him. “We all have our secrets, darling.” He said, a smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth. “So what are yours, Billy?” you asked, leaning on the wall and looking up at him. “I'm not telling mine if you're not telling yours, Ms. Bennet.” He grinned. You peeped inside the door and saw your father still in the middle of a conversation, so you had time. “Alright, I'll let you ask 3 questions about me, and I'll do the same with you, deal?”

“Deal. First question: Have you ever had a drink, and I ain't talking about wine?" Billy asked, to which you nodded in response. "Never. Have you ever taken someone's life?" you asked, noticing a slight twitch in his eyes. "Yes, I killed men before.” he replied, making your blood freeze. You felt your eyes go wide. “Let me guess, it goes against one of the Lord’s rules?” Billy asked, a tone of sarcasm laced in his voice. “Yes, a pretty big one!” You shouted, making him chuckle.

“Don't worry sweet thing, I'd never kill something so pure and innocent as you.” He smirked, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I'm not so innocent, murderer.” You snapped, the grin never leaving his face. “Oh really? So you’ve held a gun before?“ Billy asked, raising his eyebrows. “Of course I have!” you answered, making him gasp loudly and putting his hand over his heart in a mocking manner. “I thought you were a proper lady Ms. Bennett! How dare you touch a gun!” he said, adding an exasperated gasp to his sentence, making you laugh.

“Shut your mouth! I know how to use one, I've just never shot one.” You said, seeing him side-eye you. “You poor soul.” you heard him whisper to himself. “So, why do you bother me so much?” you asked, giving him a sharp and challenging look. “You intrigue me, little Bennett. I don't get how you've had such a protected lifestyle.” be answered. “Having a stable life isn't protected.” You said, shrugging. “Yeah? Because I've seen those brothers of yours in the bar, and they have the same rules you do I assume.” said, making you nod.

“Bull. Shit.” he said, chuckling. “You don't even see how deprived you've been of fun because you’ve had your eyes set on heaven the whole time.” Billy said, and then you saw his smile change, his eyes darkening. “Oh. You poor little thing. You don't know what you're missing out on.” He said, making you look at the ground in embarrassment. “Eyes are up here, little girl.” he said, tilting your head up. “So then answer my last question. What do you want from me?” you asked, annoyance laced through your words.

He smirked and then grasped your necklace and tugged it slightly so you were almost nose to nose. “I thought I made my thoughts clear from the start, honey. I want you.” He said, hearing the desire in his tone.

You stepped away from him like he was a raging fire, and yet you stayed close enough to still be within arms reach. You both didn't say a word, you didn't need to. His word rang in your ears. This man was a walking sin, the devil in the form of a man: a very handsome man. His eyes glued to your face, waiting for your next move.

Just like that the word faded away. You were no longer outside the church, you were in your own little paradise. The one that surrounded you when you got lost in his eyes. Your dress softly flows in the wind, yet you don't feel the chill of the breeze. You didn't feel anything actually.

“I want you”

He didn't know how those 3 words and 8 letters affected you, but then again, maybe he did. Did he want to make you get flustered like this? Possibly. Would you slap him if no one else was around? Probably.

At the same time did you think about what he was saying? Definitely!

Before you could give him an answer, he spoke up first. “Don't you wanna live, honey?” Billy asked, giving you that same signature smile. Fuck him and his cowboy casanova ways, God excuse my French. As a matter of fact, fuck his pretty smile. Fuck his beautiful eyes. Fuck his large strong hands and make you lose your words with a simple touch. And fuck yourself for crushing on him.

Before you could answer him, you were happy to see your father walk out with your mother and father in tow. “Thank you Jesus!” you thought. “Ah! Billy. I see you've met my daughter.” He said, putting a firm hand on your shoulder. “Lovely daughter you've raised, sir. She was just helping me understand the message today, wise girl you have right there.” he said, giving you a kinder smile, but the true intentions remained a secret, one only you two knew.

“Well if you ever want to study the word more, she’ll talk to you about it. Won't you, dove?” he asked, the stern look in his eyes daring you to say “no” along with his palm on your shoulder. “Bringing a man closer to God and Jesus gets you to heaven as you always say.” You said with a nervous smile. Billy, who was now leaning on the wall, gave a knowing look in his eyes. “Closer to heaven” you say, Ms. Bennett?” He asked, a playful edge showing through his words. “Amen to that.” he said, taking your hand and kissing it softly. Before you walked away with your family, he whispered to you one last time. “Now I have a veiled excuse to have you to myself.” And with one last smirk, he walked away from you, leaving you shaken.

Your dad had no idea what he had just done. For a man of God, he seemed to be blind to the works of the blue-eyed devil in front of him.

The man who preached on saving souls from temptation just presented the blue eyed silver tongued serpent with his new Eve.

And the apples were looking riper by the minute.

𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (3)

Billy the Kid x b!woc reader

Being the pastor's daughter meant you had to always be on your best behavior, never stepping off the right path, walking the straight & narrow path, and her eyes towards heaven. That was until a certain outlaw rode into your life, and taught you sometimes it okay to have a taste of hell with a little bit of heaven.

AN: readers last name is Bennett.

Word count: 1.1k

Here's the link to Part 1 & Part 2

(GIF above made by felixscatton

divider made by saradika

If the devil was Billy, you had to be Job, because he was putting you through hell and back. You finally had a day off from work and farm chores, and he just so happened to knock on the door, wanting a “study session”. “Honey, your friend is here!” Your mother called. You came downstairs, confused, “I’m not expecting company.” You said and then saw which “friend” was at the door: Billy. “Good afternoon Ms. Bennett.” He said, taking his hat off. “And a good afternoon to you as well, Billy. She’ll be out in a minute.” Your mother smiled.

You went to grab your shawl, but your brother Michael, draped it over his head. “Oh, Billy! Kiss me under the shining sun until my face is as blue as your eyes!” He teased, falling dramatically on your bed. “If you don’t shut up.” You shushed, grabbing at the shawl. “Let me ride away with you into the sunset! I love you so much!” He yelled, holding it over your head. John came in, and looked between the two of you, “Are you two done?” He asked, taking the shawl from Mike. “Our sister has a little crush, Johnny, she’s in love, can’t you see?” He said, spinning around him.

You then saw a glint of mischief in John’s eyes. “I hate you both.” You said as you took the shawl back and draped it around your shoulders. You walked down the stairs and gave your mother a kiss on the cheek before you walked out of the house. “Shall we, little Bennett?” He said, following you as you began to walk to the church. “Come on, Billy, I’d rather get this over with.” You said, looking behind you. He smiled, “Don’t mind me, I’m just admiring the view.” He said, looking at your bottom and then back to your eyes.

“You’re only looking at me.” You said, turning back to the church. “I know.” He replied. The rest of the walk was in complete silence until you got into the building. “Well, what did you want to touch on today?” You asked, opening the Bible before looking up at him. “Well since you asked-.” “I meant touching on the word, asshole.” You interrupted, knowing what he was going to say. “Did the pastor’s dove just curse, what would your father say?” Billy teased. “What would he say if he heard what you said,” You replied, “I think you’d have the worst of his rage, not me.” “Billy only chuckled with a grin on his face, “Well, you may be right.”

You chuckled in response, “I know I’m right.” He then sat beside you, “I actually know what I want to talk about for this session.” You looked up and held the page you were on down with your thumb. “Well then, what’s the subject?” You asked. “For today, lady Bennett, temptation.”

You could’ve killed him. You wanted to choke him, but given his attitude, he’d probably like it. His eyes were full of mischief and he had a grin to match it. “Didn’t know the word was even in your vocabulary.” You said in an annoyed tone. “There’s a lot of words in my mind, honey, especially for you.” Billy said, running his hand over your shoulder, making you shy away from him. “I have some for you too.” You responded. “Really?” he asked, his voice suddenly getting deeper as his hand skimmed over yours. “Yeah, the term asshole is in there somewhere.” You snapped, hitting the back of his hand with the Bible.

He only chuckled, letting his hand fall back, “You’re so fun to mess with, little Bennett.” He then looked deep into your eyes before speaking again. “I didn’t follow you here to learn about the Bible today.” He said, moving closer to you. “Then what did you come here for?” You asked, a nervous tone almost peeking through your voice. “You know, you act like you’re so innocent, but I see you, little dove.” Billy chuckled. “You could’ve had the lesson in your own home, but here you are, in the church, alone with me at last.”

You sat completely still, starting to recognize your actions. And you couldn’t deny your thoughts about him, pure and impure. He then took the Bible out of your hands and held it in his. Your heart was starting to beat faster, the feeling of his hands touching yours making your soul soar. “I don’t know if I’m overstepping your boundaries, but I have a feeling you this as much as I do.” He said, getting closer to you, leaning closer to you.

His hand then scaled up your arm and held your cheek in his hand. Billy’s thumb ran over your cheek a couple of times before his eyes drifted to your lips, and then to your necklace, the one holding your purity band. “I know you wanna be so pure, but even the saints had their sins, honey.” Billy whispered, his face inching closer to you. “Why deprive yourself of something you want and wants you in return?” He asked.

You couldn’t find an answer, the urge to argue now gone. His hand felt so warm against your cheek, putting you in his trance. The offer was in front of you, now all you had to do was take it. Billy was staying still, giving you a chance to turn him down, tell him off, curse him out, and leave. He was probably waiting on it from the look in his eyes. They were going in between your eyes and your face before locking in with your stare. In response, your eyes fell to his lips before looking into his eyes, your mind made up.

Your brothers got to do what they pleased, it was your turn.

One moment your shawl fell down your arms, the next your lips met Billy’s for a kiss. His hand brought your face to his and yours found the back of his head as your eyes closed. The rush of the moment along with the setting of the place made it more thrilling to you. Here you were, your father’s “perfect daughter” giving her first kiss to a criminal. His hand left your chin and found your waist, pulling you in closer by your hip. Your fingers began to run through his hair, making Billy let out a low groan in response.

One of his hands found the back of your neck as your lips moved against each others, and then grabbed onto your necklace. Billy pulled on it, forcing your head forward and a short gasp from your mouth. You finally pulled back for air, cracking your eyes open. You looked at his amused expression and a smile found its way upon your face, “Holy shit.” Billy let out a short laugh and threw his head back, “Well, temptation ain’t so bad after all, is it darling?” He asked, you shaking your head “no” in response.

He then tilted your head towards him and kissed your forehead. “You’re mine now, Bennett,” Billy whispered, “ ‘can’t wait to show ya what you’ve been missing.”

Let me know what you think!

On today’s episode of Star Thinks

Anybody else like low-key tired of the racist white bitches responding to Black Writers , writing solely for BLACK people , cause we genuinely can’t find many stories/blurbs written for us , cause I know for damn sure nobody is running their fingers through my 4C fro , it just ain’t gon work.

Can you write a sweet love making session for Carlos?

Sweet Girl : Carlos Sainz Blurb

Warnings- Handholding, missionary, mating press , Dom/sub dynamic, reader calls Carlos daddy,  Agegap (both are of age), Size difference,DomCarlos x Black!Reader , lemme know if I missed anything 

You were currently lying on your back, legs pushed up by your ears as Carlos continued to give you soft, deep strokes. It was almost like you could feel him in your stomach. Tears stream down your cheeks, he was so big, you felt like he was in your throat. Choked moans continued to seep out of your mouth. They just wouldn’t stop.

“Shh-shh bebita, you’re okay “ Carlos whispers into your ear 

“C-can’t take it Daddy, is t’much” you whimper out, your small hands try to press against his torso to slow his strokes.

“You can baby, you can and you will” Carlos almost growls out, he moves your hands away placing them by your head

“Now be a good girl take it for me, okay sweet girl , can you do that f’me?

How was that for my first one ? Did we like, I’m pretty new at writing smut so I tried my best but I can totally take pointers even though this wasn’t much to go off on but I also didn’t want to mess up. Hope you enjoyed

Xoxo, Star

Can you write a make out session with Oscar pls

Kiss Me ~ Oscar Piastri

Warnings - Fluff , softdom Oscar, subreader, Oscar Piastri x Black reader, kissing (obvi) , hip gripping, smut( wanted to practice a bit I hope that’s okay) , eating pussy, I think that’s all

You were sat in Oscar’s lap. Hands tangled in his brown locks, he hasn’t cut his hair in a while letting it grow a little long but you preferred it that way. His hands sat on your waist, squeezing them every few seconds. Your lips were interlocked as you slowly grind your hips into Him, softly moaning against them. 

Oscar slowly pulled away needing a moment to catch his breath, yet you were too far gone ,the moment his lips left yours you let out a loud whine.

“Baby calm down, I’m right here “ Oscar spoke softly 

Your only response was looking at him through your lashes with big doe eyes, no words needed to be exchanged , he could tell what you were asking him for. More. You wanted more. And he was gonna give it to you , you just had to be patient.

 Oscar had you laid on your back, your arms wrapped around your knees to keep your legs out of his way as he ate your pussy like a starved man. Loud moans echoed in the bedroom and the loud squelching of your cunt and his mouth made your face feel hot.

“You’re doing so good for me baby” Oscar spoke into your pussy 

“Pussy taste so fucking good, don’t understand how I ever lived without it” He continued 

All you could do was nod and moan, this was your third orgasm and you were beyond overstimulated but every time,e you asked for a break Oscar would repeat the same thing .

“Just one more for me baby , can you do that f’me”

✨Star’s thoughts ✨

How was that guys , still kinda new at this but I think was better anyway

Xoxo 💋 , Star writes

Carlos Sainz x Black!reader mood board

Logan Sargeant x Black!Reader

Be mine?/ Logan Sargeant Part 1/?

Pairing - Logan Sargeant x Black!OC

Genre- SMAU

Summary- In which everyone’s favourite American boy asks new and up coming model Alya Cove out in her instagram comments

Warnings- Nothing really just fluff , l’m probably gonna turn this into a series which could lead this to other warnings

Request- No

Offical.Alya

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Official .Alya Girls Nighttt🥂

It’s.Maeve Cutest girl

[ Official.Alya all you mamas

User 1 Pretty girll

User 2 Boots frommm

User 3 why is Logan Sargeant in her likes?

[ User 4 reall ,cause like why are you here

User 5 Do you guys think they’re dating?

[ User 6 He wishes

Logan Sargent 😍😍

[ Oscar Piastri He’s down bad already

Official.Sage who is this white man in your comments

[ Offical.Alya 🤷🏾‍♀️

Instagram notification from LoganSargent

Logan Sargeant

Hi, um you don’t know me obvi

but I’d just like to tell you you are gorgeous

Official.Alya

Um thank you so much

That means a lot coming from an Formula 1 driver

Logan Sargeant

so you know I’m a formula 1 driver?

Official.Alya

Yeah my dad watched it when I was younger so it kinda just stuck with me

Logan Sargeant

That’s awesome

Official.Alya

Yeah is pretty cool

Logan Sargeant

Um listen I gtg , but text later ?

Official.Alya

Yeah sure , actually here’s my number

### ### ####

Logan Sargeant

Thanks , I’ll hit you up later

New series are we excited

Yes ,no , maybe

let me know in the comments if you liked this and want me to continue it.

New Fic

So recently started a fic on Wattpad called " The Capitals Angel" .

Its based on an OC named Verity and basically tells her story and how she does in the games and continues to after Mockjay part 1 and 2. Her love interest in Finnick Odair, there's more info on that in the actual fic/book.

My Wattpad is Cristinaawritess

So basically I was just seeing if anyone was interested or wanted me to also post it on here.

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓛𝓸𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽

𝓑𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭

𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁 𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓸𝓷

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓻𝓬

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸𝓼 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔃

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭

𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓼

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓞𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓟𝓲𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲

𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓜𝓮

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭

𝓛𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓗𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓸𝓷

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓖𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮 𝓡𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓵

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓜𝓪𝔁 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓸

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓸

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼?

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽

𝓜𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷

𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓲𝓷

hii! i hope your doing okay, can i request bf steve harrington x gf reader with period cramps?? like a fluff thing??

HIIII!!, I hope you are doing well , I’m doing great, thank you so much for requesting

I hope you enjoy

𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

Warnings: Mentions of period pain/cramps ,Light mentions of physical discomfort ,Fluff and comfort

Summary- in this fluffy moment, the reader is dealing with painful period cramps after a long, exhausting day. When they arrive home, Steve Harrington immediately notices something is off. Despite the reader's attempt to brush it off, Steve insists on taking care of them. He prepares a hot water bottle, snacks, and water, remembering small details he learned about helping with cramps. Steve pulls the reader into his arms as they snuggle on the couch, watching a movie together. His gentle touches and sweet reassurances slowly ease the pain, allowing the reader to relax and fall asleep in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for.

It had been a long, exhausting day. You’d woken up with a familiar dull ache low in your abdomen, the tell-tale sign that your period was in full swing. It was the kind of pain that radiated out, making everything feel heavy and sluggish. You had tried to push through it, putting on a brave face, but by midday, you were utterly drained.

When you finally made it back to your shared apartment, Steve was already there. You could hear him moving around in the kitchen, humming softly to himself as he worked on something. The sight of him, so effortlessly domestic, made your heart swell, even through the haze of pain that had settled over you.

You dropped your bag by the door, not bothering with pleasantries as you shuffled toward the couch. “I feel like I’m dying,” you groaned dramatically, collapsing into the cushions.

Steve peeked his head out from the kitchen, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “That bad, huh?” He set down whatever he was working on and crossed the room to sit beside you. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

You waved a hand weakly in the air. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Steve rolled his eyes fondly. “Babe, it is a big deal. You know I don’t mind taking care of you, right?” His voice softened as he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Especially when you’re feeling crappy like this.”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the discomfort. “I know, I just… didn’t want to bother you.”

“Never a bother,” he said firmly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You sighed, closing your eyes and sinking deeper into the couch cushions. “I’m just so tired, and everything hurts.”

Steve’s hand found yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles. “Well, lucky for you, I come bearing gifts,” he said with a wink before getting up and disappearing into the kitchen.

A few moments later, he returned with a hot water bottle, a plate of your favorite snacks, and a glass of water. “I read somewhere that chocolate helps with cramps,” he said, handing you a small bar of dark chocolate. “And hydration. And heat.” He placed the hot water bottle gently against your lower abdomen. “I’ve got all bases covered.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he was, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to remember everything he’d read about how to help. “You’re too good to me,” you murmured, accepting the chocolate with a grateful smile.

Steve shrugged, sitting beside you again and pulling you close so that your head rested against his chest. “You deserve it. And besides, I get to spend time with you. It’s a win-win.”

You felt yourself relax a little more in his arms, the warmth of the hot water bottle and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a calmer state. His fingers ran through your hair, slow and soothing, and for the first time all day, the pain didn’t feel so overwhelming.

“Do you want to watch something?” Steve asked after a few minutes, his voice soft and low in your ear.

“Hmm,” you mumbled, already half-asleep against him. “Anything that doesn’t require too much thinking.”

He chuckled, reaching for the remote. “Got it. How about we just put on something easy? Like ‘The Goonies’?”

You gave a tired nod, snuggling closer to him as the movie started playing in the background. Steve adjusted the blankets around you, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Every now and then, he’d press a kiss to the top of your head or murmur something sweet, his attention never fully leaving you.

As the movie played on, you could feel the cramps slowly easing, the worst of the pain fading into the background. You knew it wouldn’t last forever, but for now, with Steve by your side, everything felt a little more bearable.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you started to drift off.

Steve’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your temple. “I love you too, babe. Get some rest.”

And with that, you let yourself fall asleep, the comfort of Steve’s presence wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

I hope you enjoyed , and thank you again so much for requesting

pairing: camilo x black!reader

synopsis: camilo cuddling headcanons!!

warnings: none

type: headcanon

a/n: trying out some headcanons for a bit before continuing some other stuff

first off this boy looooves all kinds of physical affection whether it's hugs, kisses, love bites.

he wouldn't mind being the big or little spoon as long as he's touching you.

loves being big spoon bc it makes him feel like he's protecting you.

loves when you play with his hair as he finds it really relaxing.

when he's had a rough day all he wants is to lay in your arms.

he loves when you fall asleep in his lap or on his chest.

he will rest his head in the crook of your neck every. single. night.

you find it adorable how he'll cling to you which btw

he will not let you leave the bed even for a glass of water.

you guys always wake up in a tangled mess with legs intertwined and camilo somehow hanging off the bed

all in all he just loves sleeping with you and being close to you :)

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

˖ ࣪⊹Savanaclaw

˖ ࣪⊹Diasomnia

˖ ࣪⊹Heartslabyul

˖ ࣪⊹Ignihyde

˖ ࣪⊹Octavinelle

˖ ࣪⊹Pomefiore

˖ ࣪⊹Scarabia

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ

˖ ࣪⊹The House of Lamentation

˖ ࣪⊹Purgatory Hall

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩ᴡʜʙ

˖ ࣪⊹Gehenna

˖ ࣪⊹Tartaros

˖ ࣪⊹Hades

˖ ࣪⊹Avisos

˖ ࣪⊹Paradise Lost

˖ ࣪⊹Abaddon

˖ ࣪⊹Niflheim

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩Genshin Impact

˖ ࣪⊹Mondstadt

˖ ࣪⊹Liyue

˖ ࣪⊹Inazuma

˖ ࣪⊹Sumeru

˖ ࣪⊹Fontaine

˖ ࣪⊹Natlan

˖ ࣪⊹Snezhnaya

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 Call Of Duty MW2

˖ ࣪⊹Task Force 141

˖ ࣪⊹KorTac faction

˖ ࣪⊹SPECGRU

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ

˖ ࣪⊹Karasuno High

˖ ࣪⊹Fukurōdani Academy

˖ ࣪⊹Inarizaki High

˖ ࣪⊹Shiratorizawa Academy

˖ ࣪⊹Nekoma High

˖ ࣪⊹Kamomedai High

˖ ࣪⊹Date Tech High

˖ ࣪⊹Johzenji High

˖ ࣪⊹Itachiyama

˖ ࣪⊹Nohebi

˖ ࣪⊹Seijoh

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ

˖ ࣪⊹Tokyo Manji Gang

˖ ࣪⊹Black Dragon

˖ ࣪⊹Valhalla

˖ ࣪⊹Bonten

₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴏᴄ

˖ ࣪⊹Female OC

˖ ࣪⊹Male OC

"You Cryin'?"

~ ft Satoru Gojo

Synopsis -  You and Gojo have been inseparable since childhood. Everyone thought that once you both got older you'd be more independent from each other (even you) but Gojo always happened to be there exactly when you needed him... ALWAYS.

cw. dacryphilia, breeding, dubcon?? (aphrodisiacs in your drink), oral sex (male & female receiving), implied/slightly Yandere! Gojo, implied stalking, implied noncon recording, best friend! Gojo, roommate! Gojo, dom! Gojo, sub! reader, black-coded reader, afab reader, pet names are used (baby, dollface, pretty, etc)

wc. 4k

AN: I'm really nervous since I haven't properly written a fic in basically two years... I hope you guys like it.

❗️minors & blank blogs DNI❗️

“Hey baby, wanna get out of here?” You shake your head as you giggle. You're both at the biggest Halloween party of the year hosted by the most popular frat on campus.

“Toru, we just got here.” Quite literally, you and Toru just walked through the door about five minutes ago. You don’t even have a drink in your hand yet. “Let’s have fun, especially since I look so cute doing it.” You’re both dressed as Velma and Shaggy from Scooby- doo, you wanted to be Velma, and Toru wanted to match whatever you wore so people ‘know your best friends’. 

“You always look cute no need to go to a party to prove that.”

“But everyone’s at this one.”

“You can see all these people in school.”

“We live together. I can see you all day, every day.” 

He groans in frustration. “Well, that’s different.” He wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck as he mumbles. “I missed you. Can’t I miss my best friend?” 

“I thought that was Suguru?” He groans and you giggle. “I mean, technically, you can miss me, but it should be hard when we’re basically attached at the hip.” You giggle, lifting your hand to run your fingers in his hair. You have been friends with Toru your whole life and have been quite literally inseparable since. Everyone says he is overly possessive and attached to you but he was always like that with everything and everyone… right?

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You can hear his pout. “I just don’t want you to, I don’t know, forget about me.”

“Toru.” You lift his head and turn around in his hold. To others, this would look quite intimate but both of you have always been touchy with each other. You hold his face, able to see his pout clearly. “I’d never forget about my best friend in the whole world. You’re my other half.” His cheeks and the tips of his ears turn a cute pink as a small smile grows on his face. “But I also have other friends I like spending time with as well.” His smile drops. 

“Ugh, fine, but you’ll never have as much fun as we have when it’s just the two of us together.” He mumbles as you pull your hands from his pouty face with a giggle. You spot Suguru and Shoko walking up so you feel more comfortable leaving him.

“Others might take that the wrong way.” You tease as you walk towards your Sorority Sisters. 

You end up splitting your time between your Sorority Sisters, random guys, Satoru, and the others. With your Sorority Sisters, you talk about upcoming events, classes or dance together. When you spend time with Satoru, he leaves the friend group, so it’s just the two of you, and he always has a drink in hand for you. Nothing new to you, honestly. You both dance, sing songs and talk about the most random things. The alcohol is definitely to blame for that, at least on your part, since Satoru is a terrible lightweight, so he doesn't drink much, if at all.

You could feel eyes on you when you were with your other friends, but when you looked around, no one, not even Toru, was looking at you. Strangely, you only felt like someone was watching when you weren’t with Satoru, and not just at this party but just any time you two weren’t together. Shoko teases you whenever you bring it up to her and the girls and says you think you're the main character too much.

But when you think about it, some things don't add up whenever you’re at parties. Guys come up to talk or dance with you, but for some reason, they’d always leave, no explanation, nothing. And every time that happens, Satoru is right there to take their place. He’s always there when you need him. When your car breaks down out of nowhere, he’s there. When you’re too drunk at parties or bars with your friends, he’s there to take you home. When you’re on a date that isn’t going so well, he’s always there making the perfect excuses so you can leave. You always joke that he has spidey senses when you need him since most instances, if not all… you never called or texted saying you needed him, and he’d just laugh. 

At some point, the drinks start to taste a bit different, but you assume he’s just making a different mix now. But the more you drink, the hotter you feel. It’s like a fever is running through you, your legs feel weak, and your pussy is about to cause a flood. It’s starting to get bad, so you excuse yourself to the bathroom while your other friends tell you to be careful and that they won’t move so you can find them. 

You go to a bathroom located upstairs in the frat to have privacy. Once you reach the bathroom, you can see the sweat ruining your edges and running down leaving streaks in your makeup. You wet a paper towel and dab your face and body with cool water, hoping it will help alleviate the fever, but nothing’s working. No matter how worked up you've ever been, it’s never been this bad or this random. 

The door starts to open and you quickly push it closed, cursing yourself for forgetting to lock it. “Um, someone’s in here.” You croak, your voice filled with desperation and anxiety. 

“It’s me, princess. Your friends said you were here, so I came to check on you.” You would usually relax when you hear Satoru’s voice, but for some reason, it makes the ache feel worse. “Come on baby, let me in.” The slight plead makes you tremble as the thought of him begging for you crosses your mind. 

“Fuck, come in.” You move from the door letting him come in. You give him a once, twice, thrice over. You always knew Satoru was attractive; his fan girls can confirm that, but you never felt the need to rip his clothes off of him until now. You feel like a dog in heat with the thoughts flooding your mind.

“What’s wrong, sweets? You don’t look so good.” He leans close to your face as the cool back of his hand presses against your forehead. You shiver at his touch. Have his hands always been this big?  “You feel like you have a fever. Wanna go home lovebug?” His voice moves through you like silk and you feel like you can barely stand. 

You practically collapse in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly as you shake your head. “I…I can’t move.” His hands hold your waist causing you to whine in his chest slightly. You imagine his hands holding your waist as he fucks into you from behind, only making your pussy gush. “I feel so weak.” With your head in his chest, you miss the victorious smile on his face. His scent is driving you crazy. You should be used to it by now, but it’s almost like it’s fogging up your mind. “I don’t k-know what’s wrong with me, Toru.”

“Is there anything I can do? Maybe get you some water?” You feel him about to move away from you and tighten your grip with a ‘no’ that sounds like a desperate moan. 

“Please don’t leave me.” You look up at him with teary eyes. You feel like you're drowning in him. “I- fuck, this is so embarrassing.” You whine as tears threaten to flow down your face. “I’m so horny Toru a-and I need you to help me. Fuck I know this sounds so insane, but please, I need you so bad.” Tears stream down your face as you beg him.

His face changes from concern to something you can’t tell. His eyes darken from his almost clear ocean blue to a stormy sea blue. His grip on your waist tightens, causing you to whine out his name pathetically, your head falling to his chest again. He grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks as he tilts it up to his. A giant mocking smirk is on his face as he tilts his head slightly. “You cryin’?”  

“Don’t tease me!” You try looking away, but his grip is firm. 

“Tell me exactly when you need from me.” His face looks desperate to hear it from you. He leans his face close to yours, lips almost brushing against each other. You try to close the gap, but he doesn’t let you. “Come on, baby, say it for me.” He whispers, letting his minty breath ghost your lips. 

“Please, Toru, I need you to fuck me.” As soon as the words tumble out your mouth, his lips are on yours hungrily. You’d think he’s the one who needs your help. This isn’t the first time you both have kissed, but this is one without party games and dares involved. You begged for this one, and Satoru is determined to make sure you never forget it. 

He turns you both, pushing you against the wall with his hands, bruising your hips with his grip. He moves from your lips down your neck as you let a hand move to his hair. “Fuck I’ve dreamt about this.” He mumbles into your neck as he bites and sucks on the skin, leaving marks you’d have to cover up. 

He lets a hand slide from your hip to your thigh, pulling your leg up to sit on his waist. Your skirt rides up, making it easier for him to grind against you. The feeling of your clothed core rubbing against the rough material of his jeans has you writhing and whining. “F-fuck Toru.”

 You desperately hump yourself against the tent in his jeans with desperate whines. “Please, Toru- ah s-shit baby- need you inside.” 

“I know, baby, I know.” He coos, lifting his head to kiss you on the lips. “I wanna make sure you can take me first, sweets.” He moves the hand on your leg to your clothed core, chuckling. “Aww baby, you’re soaking wet for me. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

He slips down to his knees, all his focus on the space between your thighs. You lean against the wall for balance when you feel him force your legs apart before brushing his nose against your soaked panties. A throaty groan leaves him as he licks and bites at the drenched material. “Fuck pretty,  you taste better than I imagined.” He yanks your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. He helps you step out of them before pocketing the tiny material. He lifts your left leg that sat on his waist and puts it over his shoulder this time. You swear he has a dreamy look in his eyes when he’s face to face with your dripping hole. “Had dreams of tasting your pretty little pussy. So much prettier in person.”

You can’t even comprehend his words as he shoves his face in between your thighs. He licks, sucks, and groans on your clit while you wiggle and moan. When you try closing your legs, he harshly grips your thighs. “Don’t interrupt my meal.” He growls before spitting on your cunt, using his long middle finger to rub it in before pushing it into you. 

Your hand flies to his hair at the stretch. “Oh yeah, baby, I always knew this pussy was so tight. Practically pulling my finger off.” He chuckles as his beautiful eyes stare up at you, cloudy with his intense desire. You almost think Satoru has never eaten in his life the way he devours your pussy like a man starved his entire life. 

“T-toru so close…” You whine as you grind yourself against his tongue and fingers, using your leg on his shoulder to push his head closer to your aching core. He groans into you as he pushes his ring finger into you, barely giving you time to adjust before letting his pointer finger join the party. “A-ahhh, wait so much.” You yank at his hair, causing him to be pulled away from you, and the sight is breathtaking. 

Finally able to see his entire face again, you see the bottom half of his face is covered in your slick. His eyes are so clouded by lust and desire that it’s overwhelming, and his hair is such a white silky mess between your fingers, almost like this was what his hair was meant for.

“Please baby, lemme keep eating.” He whines as he roughly finger fucks you. “Want you to cum in my mouth before you make a mess on my cock.” Your head falls back against the wall as your eyes close. They shoot open at the slap on your cunt. “Look. At. Me.” He delivers a harsh slap with each word, causing whines to fall from your plump lips, but you make eye contact to the best of your abilities, making the sadist smile. “Wanna see your face when you fall apart, dollface.” He coos at you as he kisses your cunt as an apology, sloppily making out with your swollen clit. “Can I continue my love?”

He truthfully doesn’t care what your answer is. He’s Satoru Gojo. He always gets what he wants one way or another. But seeing you weakly nod at him with a fucked-out look all over your face definitely made him love receiving an answer. He goes back to eating, switching his fingers and tongue so he is eating your pussy and rubbing your clit. 

Each pump of his tongue inside you or each flick of his fingers drags you closer and closer to your desired end. “O-oh my fuck! Toru, I’m gonna- shit, I'm cumming,” You whine as you hump against his mouth. He doesn't say a thing, just fucks you harder and deeper with his tongue his way of begging you to give him what he wants. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to crash over you, feeling more intense than any orgasm you've ever had. You struggle to keep your eyes open, but if they were closed, you would’ve missed the fact that you squirted for the first time in your life all over your best friend’s face. 

Your orgasm doesn’t mean he’s stopping, though. He keeps licking at you, pushing you to slight overstimulation as he tries to drink every drop of what he's been waiting for and worked so hard for. You tug on his hair with broken ‘stop’ and ‘no more’ tumbling out your mouth. He lazily pulls away and looks up at you. “I thought you liked this. You always do it to yourself… why can’t I?” Nothing he’s saying makes sense to you, but honestly, you haven’t been able to think straight for a while now. 

“Don’t tease me. Need you, Toru.” You plead as you pull him up into a hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You let your hand slide to his crotch, fumbling with his button and zipper.

“Fuck, your such a needy girl.” He groans into your mouth as you finally undo his jeans, pushing them down. You look down to see his big bulge, probably the biggest you’ve ever seen. He must’ve seen the look on your face because he lets out a hearty laugh. “You just gonna stare, or you gonna take it out for me, pretty?” He tilts his head with a cocky grin, reminding you who he is. 

“Fuck you.” You mumble as you squeeze him over his boxers, causing him to hiss. You slide down to your knees, looking up at him with a small smile. His eyes look down at you with a wild, almost crazed look. 

“What are you-” Satoru is rarely shocked, but he didn’t expect to see you on your knees. No matter how much he dreamed of this, he didn't plan on it happening… not this time, at least. 

“Need to make sure you can fit, right?” You tilt your head slightly as you pull down his underwear, watching with wide eyes as his cock slaps against his stomach, almost taking an eye out in the process. Not only was he big, but he was beautiful. He’s long, not too thick, with trimmed white hairs. His tip is a pretty pink mushroom that’s a deep, angry red from being neglected. He has a slight upward curve that is sure to destroy your insides. Everything is so perfectly proportioned, like everything else about him… perfect.

When you look back up at him, you expect to see a cocky look, but instead, he’s completely red and looking away from you with a hand covering his eyes. “F-fuck, don’t look at it like that.” He whines pathetically. You never imagined the day you’d see Satoru Gojo this embarrassed or embarrassed at all. 

You giggle softly before you kiss his tip gently. He shutters with a shaky whimper, leaving him as his chest heaves. “I guess everything about you really is beautiful, huh Toru?” You tease, causing him to look at you with wide eyes. Once you’ve got his eyes on you, you take his tip in your mouth. 

“Oh fuck.” He whimpers as his hand flies to your hair cautiously. He knows better than to touch your hair usually, but right now, he can’t help himself. If he doesn’t hold onto something, he’s going to cum undone right there. “D-don't look at me while you do it.” He groans when you take more of his cock in your mouth, ignoring him. “Don’t wanna- ahh fuck- don’t wanna cum yet baby please.” He pleads with you as his other hand comes down to your head.

You continue sucking his cock, taking barely half of it and using your hand to make up for what can’t fit in your mouth. When your cold hand touches his balls, he bucks into your mouth, causing you to gag. “Fuck, I’m sorry I just - oh shit- you just feel so g-good baby.” He stills your head as he slowly starts fucking your throat as he whimpers and whines, ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again. You hallow your throat and flatten your tongue, swallowing around him to make sure he feels as much pleasure as he’s given you.

You are mesmerized as you watch him fall apart above you. His pale skin is covered in a pink tint while it glistens with sweat, almost looking like glitter on his skin. His eyes are hooded, with his usual clear blue being clouded with so much lust, desire, and desperation. You swear he’s drooling as he ruts himself down your throat. “Oh shit, baby, I-I’m gonna cum- ah, can I please- ahh fucking shit- wanna cum.” You gargle an answer around him, causing him to buck faster. “T-tap twice for yes, baby, please.” You tap his thigh twice, and he wastes no time, brutally using your throat to reach his climax. His head falls back as you feel ropes of cum shoot down your throat. When his hands fall away, you pull him out with a pop, working your hand over him gently. You’re shocked that after all the cum he just released that he's still rock hard. His eyes fall on you as he breathes heavily, and you open your mouth to show you swallowed all his cum. 

He yanks you up, kissing you roughly as he lifts you up to wrap your legs around his hips. “Fucking nasty girl, aren’t you?” He wastes no time pushing his tip into you. Your mouth falls open as his tip stretches you out. “You got it, baby. We made sure I could fit, remember?”  He gives you barely a minute before he pushes more of his cock into your tight weeping cunt. “You’re sucking me in, I can’t help myself.” He whispers as he bites your neck, pushing himself all the way in. You let out a scream at the feeling of every inch inside of you, hitting spots you’ve never felt touched before. “You take my cock so good, fuckin’ made for me.”

Your head drops to his shoulder as you hold onto him for dear life. “Move Toru, I can take it.” You whimper out, and he does just that. How can he say no to his beautiful best friend when she’s begging to be fucked? He snaps his hips into yours brutally, squeezing your ass as he fucks you with no remorse. 

“Such a good fucking girl for me, takin all this dick.” He rests you against the wall so he can move a hand to your stomach, pushing on the bulge he left there. You bite his shoulder as muffled sobs leave your swollen lips. “Feelin’ me all in your tummy, baby?” He coos as you lift your head to meet his eyes. The sight of tears falling down your face does something to him, it always has. He lets out a sadistic laugh as he returns his hands to your ass before proceeding to fuck up into you while bouncing you on his cock.“Fuck baby, cry for my cock that's right.” 

Every hit has him hitting your G-spot over and over, not giving it a single break. “I’m gonna ruin you for every guy after me.” He growls in your ear. “Not even your fingers or pretty little toys will satisfy you when I’m done.” You whimper as you feel your second orgasm ready to destroy you. “You’ll beg for me when you play with that pretty little pussy, always babbling dumb shit. Now it’ll be my name on repeat.” His words are so confusing but help drag you closer and closer. 

You don’t even have a chance to warm him before your creaming on his cock, making a white ring around his base as he continues fucking into you. He pushes his head into the crook of your neck, leaving bite marks next to the previous ones he’s left. You squeeze him for all he has as you feel a third orgasm approaching. “Shit baby, imma cum baby. Ahhh where? W-where do you want it, princess?” Honestly… he’s gonna cum inside you, but he just wants to hear what you’ll say.

“I-inside Toru, please inside.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s shooting his cum into your womb with a whine of your name and a joyful feeling. Of course, you’d want the same thing he wants. You two are obviously meant for each other, always have been, and always will be. He sits there for a bit as you both try to catch your breath. 

“Do you feel better?” He whispers, gently kissing your forehead as he places your feet on the ground. You nod weakly as you lean into his chest. “Good.” He pulls out, pulling your panties out of his pocket and helping you put them on quickly before too much of his cum can fall out of you. Keeping an arm wrapped around you, he opens the cupboard under the sink and pulls out a rag you recognize from home. “I’m gonna clean you up a bit, and when we get home, I’ll properly take care of you.” He whispers as he wipes your legs from the messes you both made. He kisses your legs, fingers, and head as he helps you fix your clothes and himself. 

Once you both look somewhat presentable, he pulls you into his chest. “I love you, baby girl,” he whispers as he gently kisses your lips, pulling your skirt down though it already covered you. 

“I love you too, Toru.” You whisper back before he walks out of the bathroom. After taking a moment to breathe, you walk downstairs to where your Sorority Sisters are waiting for you.

“Girl, where have you been? We’ve been looking for you.”

“What do you mean? I was in the bathroom upstairs. That’s where you guys sent Toru.”

“Um, what are you talking about? Gojo never came to ask us where you were.”

“Yeah, even if he did, we didn’t know you were upstairs.”