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ź°ą¦ ą»ź±. thinking about stack being a side nigga to a fine ass cougar. he the type of side dude that 100% knows his place. whoever your husband is, he honestly doesnāt care as long as he has his time with you. he would believe the lies or possible truths you tell him about plans to leave your husband.
ź°ą¦ ą»ź±. elias would be the shoulder your can cry on about your marriage. āan-and he just doesnāt understand ālias itās like he doesnāt hear a word i sayā, you sobbed in his arms, hiccuping. stack sighed though his nose, pressing his lips together and caressing your face, āyouāre okay baby, hear me? ām here.ā
ź°ą¦ ą»ź±. thinking about how elias may know youāre married to another man, but heās the only one that owns that pussy. stack was slow stroking your pussy in missionary, ankles pushed behind your head as your phone began to ring. āeliasss stop, heās callingā, you slurred out while trying to reach for your phone. stack smirked, dick pulsing at the thought that formed in his head. āanswer for me baby. make sure you be quiet too.ā as he began to circle your clit with the thick pads of fingers.
ź°ą¦ ą»ź±. elias can be manipulative in yall situation sometimes. if heās missing you real bad, heāll blow your phone up not caring if youāre with your husband. heāll leave a voicemail, ācome see me pretty mama. i miss you, you miss daddy? i know you do.ā heāll also tell you anything you want to hear, to make you more reliant on him. youāll tell him how your husband is going through your phone, suspecting something. and elias talmat, āwhy he going through your phone? he miserable. not like you doin nothinā wrong baby.ā
ź°ą¦ ą»ź±. stack wants you to eventually get caught up so he can have you to himself. in the beginning he didnāt care and it was just fun. but now? heās leaving lil shit at your house that you have to lie on the spot to your husband about.
ź°ą¦ ą»ź±. he loves taking pictures and videos of yall having sex. ācome on mama, open them legs upālet the camera see my nut all over that pretty pussy.ā also his screen saver is you bent over in red panties with his tattooed hand grabbing your ass.
š sevās comments āwhew idk how i came up with this, i got to the mic im like press record ah ah ah! im drop kicking my husband to be with dada. also splash of older!reader ā i be tired of young ho fics sometimes.
š 10.2K š¦Æ ā¢ šš šššššš.į | š·ššš.įš¶šš, CollegeAU, drinking, intoxication, or*l (male receiving), p -> v (backshots), dirty talk, raw s*x, cr*ampie (technically), āgood girlā trope, minor corruption, weapon mentioned (gun), gun use (no one gets hurt), gun pl*y, gentle/caring Ony, nonchalant Ony, teasing Ony, possessive Ony, jealousy, slow-build interest, slight male-centeredness from FMC, explicit language
Part 1 ąØą§ Part 2
"I like your costume." That arm around her shoulder falls behind her, a hand cinching her waist. "Why your friends let you come out like this?"
Her folded arms are pressed to his stomach. She's unwilling to unfold them. "It's a costume party."
Despite the loudness of the music, he can still hear the attitude in her voice, to which he dutifully ignores.
"All this fucking ass out." The hand at her waist reaches lower and plucks at the portion of her leotard that ends at the top of her butt.
She reaches back to grab his hand, fighting off a smile with a weak scowl. "Is that yourāah!"
She can't help the giggles that pour out of her when that hand had lifted and came down, hard, against one cheek, gripping it up whilst pulling her impossibly closer.
"Oh my God!"
She gawks at him, at a loss for words, all while he's got a dangerous smirk on his lips. Her heartbeat only quickens.
"Your ass getting fatter," he tells her.
She kisses her teeth, still feigning irritation. It's a strong battle, but she's determined to win. "No, it's not!"
"Yes it is, c'mon, show me!"
"What?"
She's barely able to pull away to see his face. The only answer she gets is no answer as he begins to sway to the music, mouthing the words. It's a dancehall tune, one she's definitely heard before.
Just as she recognizes it, she's spun around, her back now pressed against his front. That's all of the convincing she needs.
Ask her and she'll admit it faster than the question is posed: Ćmerei cannot twerk. She hasn't gotten the rythym down for a tic-toc, she can't bubble, and she hasn't even gained the confidence to attempt the puppy-tail.
Then, she'll follow all of that up with the promise that she can definitely whine, because as a second-gen Jamaican American, that's the least she can do.
The liquid-courage helps, loosening up her waistline to make her movements smooth and fluid. The music is a perfect tempo for her to pull out all the moves that she knows, and she can't be more carefree.
Onyankopon doesn't complain, only leaning back to catch more of what she throws on him. Even delivering a couple of lazy smacks to her ass.
It seems like the music only gets louder. She's got her tongue out, looking back at him as she pelts waist. And when she notices the stiff, rigid feeling in his jeans, it only pushes her to keep going.
In fact, she makes sure to drag out each roll of her hips, just to feel every bit of it. The grip on her waist tightens, it gets more possessive. Feeling an ounce more courageous, she switches it up, throwing everything that she has back on it.
There's a hand on her neck before she can even do it a third time. Gently, she's pulled up to lean back on his chest. His mouth is at her ear again.
"What you dancing so hard for?"
She giggles, unable to stop herself as she circles her hips against him. "You seem to be enjoying it!"
No answer. For a minute, she's lost to the music again, doing whatever she wants on him without fear of embarrassment.
"That's not my dick," he says in her ear.
She slows to a stop before turning in his hold to face him once again. There's an unreadable look on his face, and confusion on hers. Before she can askā
"Your friends looking for you." As he looks up, she turns her head to follow his line of sight.
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literally how. im going to shoot myself. mind you i was one image away from kenjaku but i just had to download bumto. killing myself rn. - š§
@s4g3-the-v0id (who is this, why are you the first result mystery person), @first-universal-common-ancestor @voreoomf @permalucy @radicallymax @towaloa @h3ll0k1tt1-m30ww + open tags
trying to find ppl to tag made me realize im not rlly friends with anyone in this community besides like 2 people. damn. - š§
Was on wplace so the screenshot had many characters but I've zoomed in to the first I recognised - shout-out to Till but I don't think the marriage would work out :P
Open tags because I'm a coward and tagging people is scary
i lowkey wouldāve loved to see him with Taylor Russell in the movie as it was originally gonna be butttt HE STILL LOOKS FINE ASFā¦just thinking of the duo him and taylor wouldāve made š«
PRETTY-PRINCESS!READER & ALT!CHOSO who when they first met each other, through chosoās brother and [ā”] ās friend yuji and they both instantly fell for one another. choso being the one falling the hardest though, heād sketch her during his free time as he had his headphones on. music blasting in his ears. [ ā” ] on the other hand though, spent most her time thinking and fantasizing about choso.. but ultimately denying it. the exact moment she saw him and his cute little pigtails she knew she was smitten.
PRETTY-PRINCESS!READER & ALT!CHOSO whom for a while didnāt admit that they liked one another. itās not like they didnāt want to, itās just that they liked each other so much they were both nervous to admit it. every-time they were in each otherās presence itās kinda as if they didnāt speak to each other much. it wasnāt until one day, choso got the wrong idea after seeing [ ā” ] talking to toji. after her & tojiās conversation was over he immediately admitted his feelings, feeling scared that toji mightāve stolen her away from him before he could ask [ ā” ] out.
choso was fairly surprised once [ā”] told him she liked him too. and from there on out they started dating. their bond growing and blossoming into something lovely as the months went on. after a while of dating, choso decided to finally officially make [ā”] his girlfriend. so one friday night, he took her out on a picnic date and ended up popping the question with a promise ring at the end of the date. and they were both crying happy tears when she said yes.
reposting this bc i felt like i didnāt add enough the first time.
i thought of this randomly after realizing i hadnāt written anything for my baby choso yet.. which is weird since heās the reason why i loveee jujutsu kaisen so much, him and them cute ass pigtails do something to me! fic about this two will be on its way soon donāt worry!!!
