Meg was at the Lakers game in L.A. Where was MBJ? I'm tryna get these two nerds together.
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Meg was at the Lakers game in L.A. Where was MBJ? I'm tryna get these two nerds together.
SAME!!!! đ
ony & connie saying the whole âgimme kissâ thing really has me in a chokehold cause of course imma give you a kiss babyyyyy. Then it just turns into a nice, long, and romantic make out session with him just loving and rubbing on me.
Plus I like to think about if they ask for a kiss and I just say no to fuck with them and they get so mad and tear my ass up for playing with them like that đ€ they donât play about them kisses fr
they donât play about their kisses at allll! now when it comes to you telling them no, they both handle it differently.
connie is always playful so heâd take it for the joke that it is. turning your face or moving away from him wouldnât stop shit because heâs already got his arms wrapped around your waist, giving you wet sloppy kisses all over your face so fast you canât deflect them. then the kisses start trailing down to your neck and he knows how ticklish you are, heâd hold you down to keep you from squirming. heâd laugh along with you and say, âthis what you get for playinâ with me!â
now yannie is the sassy one. heâd give you the stankest face ever if you refuse one of his kisses, because you know how much he needs them so why would you do that?? heâd be so grumpy and keep his distance, rolling his eyes whenever you talk to him. until you give that man a kiss, youâll get the cold shoulder. đ and when you do, heâs kissing you with so much want youâre out of breath, his tongue tracing your bottom lip. âyou gonâ say iâm dramatic⊠but i was gonna die if you didnât kiss me.â
ima always credit @kaegetsmewetter for this cute nickname for ony đ©·
I love like that in real life but no such luck ugh and Iâm such a lover girl a
Dear black readers,
Donât 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. Weâre 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 itâs 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! đ«¶đŸ
- Ary đ
I needed these Iâve been so sacred to finish my stories
Miss Me?
Pairing: BabyDaddy!Connie x Black!Reader
Warnings: unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, pet names, Connie speaks spanish, Connie is a panty thief, multiple orgasms, fingering, mirror sex, mating press, cream pie, super fluffy at the end.
Word count: 4.3k
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âCairo please stay still so mama can change your diaper, your dad will be here any minute.â You plead with your toddler, rushing to put on his diaper.
âDamn it Connieâ You mumble at the sound of your doorbell ringing, of course he shows up early when your hands are full.Â
âMama, papaâs at the door.â Your oldest, Cj, says as he eats his snack at the kitchen table.
âHave you tried opening the door from papa?â You ask him, trying and failing to hide your sarcasm.
Your son sighs out dramatically and pauses his Ipad. He drags his feet to the front door and opens it.Â
âCj! Que paso papa?â You hear your sonâs voice perk up as he and his father start speaking Spanish.
If o my this happened in life for me Lawwwdy Jesus
Inaction to inhumanity is not an option.
i personally love it when yâall write anime men as hood niggas BUT thatâs jus me đ€·đŸââïž
yâall iâm finna cut this nigga off bc he had no business just eating me up like this. we was going back and forth about who was the meaner person. itâs clearly not me, but he swear it issss. then he gon come out his mouth and say âyou pretty furreal, but mad unapproachable. you donât give niggas a smile or a wave or nun, but let a girl come up to you. you be smiling and laughing all nice and shit. only reason you wasnât mean to me was cause i rolled for you and gave you free shit.â
when i tell you i was in my seat STUCKKK. this is not trueeeee. i am nice to everybodyyyyy. itâs just that when random niggas come up to me i gotta keep my guard up just incase they on some weird shit. talking to girls ainât never been a problem for me fr bc i am a girlllll. idc ima always be nicer to woman than i am to menđ©
love you better
summary: connieâs gotten sick of watching you hold back from getting full happiness, so he handled it.
(i do not speak spanish, but iâm trying my best. plss donât kill me yall)
cw: cheating, readers dad is a deadbeatâŠ
word count: 1.3k
(ay coño/oh fuck. el muchacho es un jablador/the boy is a liar. mamagĂŒevo/cock-sucker. no me estĂ©s divariando, respĂłndeme la pregunta/stop talking gibberish, answer the question)
ââ â â â ââââê° àš âĄ à§ ê±âââââââ
Connnnieeee
(Credit to @jernifercheck (edits) on twitter)
this man literally makes my whole body throb like he could ask me anything and i would respond yes
Lissen!!!
My man my man my man
BLACK WRITERS WHO (AND THEIR PAGE) ARE STILL ACTIVE (PART 3)
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Omg to be tag with a bunch of phenomenal writers I feel happy and new chapter will be up this week
part 1 just hit 7k notes what the fuckkk hereâs part 2 cuz you all deserve it, i luv u !!! honeymoon next? đ
mr. and mrs. fushiguro ii, toji fushiguro
you couldnât believe this was happening. your nerves flooded your body as you paced back and forth in the back room of the alter. your mother and friends had all gone to their places either to the front or in the audience, leaving you alone until it was time for you to walk.
you heard a knock on the door and you opened it to see your son, megumi. youâd known him since he was a baby; just barely a month old, so if anything, he was in fact your son. his eyes widen at the sight of your differentiated figure. the green fit you so well; it somehow made your skin glow the brightest itâd ever been. you didnât go with a veil; you didnât really want anything covering your face and messing up your lashes (yes it was that serious, you paid nearly $300 for them bitches).
shoulda, coulda, woulda, j. kirstein
synopsis: jean loved his job, he loved being a teacher. there was just something about his eighth grade class that brought him so much joy, he loved everything about his job, even then annoying, tedious tasks. he wouldnât trade it for anything else. especially when one of his studentsâ mom is the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen.
â ïž afab!reader, cheating, swearing, smut, cocky!jean, teacher!jean, jean gets possessive, reader is in a loveless relationship.
kioâs notes - if yâall only knew the struggle i been going through to get this fic backđ€Šđœââïž anywaysâ i have this hc of the aot characters in like a school setting, and this is what i came up with for jeanâs. also please donât take any of this seriously, iâm writing this for shits and giggles bc i really do believe jean would have the audacity. MINORS DNI !!! 18+
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ok so how i picture jean as a teacher is the type of teacher that at first glance, is expected to be a strict and cold teacher. one that didnât really goof around with his class and focused on the rules. he was stern at times, yeah, but if you sat in on a lesson with jean, you would see itâs actually the exact opposite.
for one, he was pretty chill. his students were comfortable to talk to him about anything that was bothering them. he even spoke to them about things that would happen to him, and even try to turn it into a life lesson.
âso this man cut me off today while driving here to see yâall. now i wanna know, do i let that little thing make me upset for the rest of the day, or do i take a breath, shake it off and make the best of a good morninâ?â
((( sidenote: i also imagine him having a bit of a southern accent? nothing crazy but like a like twang yâknow? country boy turned teacher typa vibe.)))
another thing he would do is block out a time of the dayâfifteen to twenty minutes (usually at the end of the day or during free period) to talk to his students about whatâs currently going on, whether it be in their lives or in the world. he wasnât on social media like that, so aside from world news, he was in the dark, especially about pop culture.
âmr. k! are you team selena or hailey?â one of his students asked, getting jean to furrow his brows.
âselena as in gomez? whoâs hailey? and why are they beefing?â and for the next fifteen minutes, jean watches as a number of his students go up to the white board and draw him a diagram, explains the celebrity web of drama.
jean was also a fitness enthusiast. he loved to exercise and get his body moving. he also encouraged it in his class, even incorporating it into his history lessons. he would set up a circuit of educational exercises, where his students would not only learn new things, but even get a little bit of some cardio in. for example, at the end of each week for black history month, jean would have ahis class split into teams and take the photos of black icons from one side of the class, and run to the other side to stick them by a description.
jean even loved the annoying aspects of teaching elementary, like yard duty. he would normally be with the primary grades due to his ability to keep up with their energy, but when he would be with the juniors and intermediates he loved when theyâd ask him to play a game.
âmr. k! we need one more for five on five!â one of his students would yell, and jean would jog over and join the team.
and if he was on duty with his friends? oh best believe theyâre joining.
âserayah, honey,â jean waved over a sixth grader from his friend, mikasaâs class. âtell ms. ackerman that mr. k wants her to sub in for him.â
but what jean loved more than anything about his job was parent-teacher meetings. why? because he would get to see one of his favorite students, and his favorite parent. you and your son dante.
dante was one of jeanâs most athletic students. he was on the schoolâs basketball and track team, as well as playing for a rep league outside of school. he took a liking to jean rather quickly, babbling on to you about how cool his teacher was.
when it came time to finally meet him at the schoolâs welcome back barbecue, you were shocked, for lack of better words. jean had to be the most handsome teacher you ever laid eyes on. he was muscular, lean, standing at six feet and two inches. he wore a dark denim jacket with a plain black tee shirt underneath, black cargo pants and a pair of black and yellow jordan retro 12s. he had a single silver chain and two small, silver hoop earrings. he smiled with a natural smirk, his eyes crinkling and creating a look you couldnât help but fawn over. his freckled cheeks reddening with every compliment he got from parents passing by.
when his eyes landed on you, it seemed as though time stood still. you were mesmerizing to him. dressed in some jeans and a striped dress shirt, accessorized with dior slides and a black handbag. your hair was tied into a puff, small, coils accent pieces pulled out randomly for a âlazy effectâ.
when you and dante walked up to him, he had a big, warm smile on his face. âmr. kirstein, correct?â ypu extended your hand, to which jean accepted. it was a soft, and now that you were closer to him he smelt the subtle hint of lilac waft off you. you gave him a bright smile, glossed lips pulled back to reveal bright whites that along with cheery eyes, had him swooning.
for the first five minutes of seeing you, jean was elated. but when his eyes glanced down to look at your interlocked hands, and he saw that silver wedding band glimmer in the light on your left ring finger, he felt a dark cloud over his head.
âitâs uh, pleasure to meet you mrs. smith.â jean cleared his throat and smiled, swallowing back the slight disappointment.
you shook your head, âplease, call me (y/n), and the pleasure is mine. dante speaks so highly of you. i had to come see the magic for myself.â you laughed, the compliment getting him to look down as he felt his cheeks burn.
âwell, dante is a good kid. love hearing his takes when we do history, and his heavy opinion on math.â jean looked over to dante with a teasing smirk, one that the young man rolled his eyes playfully at.
âthereâs no reasons why paul needs 40 watermelons, mr. k! weâre going through inflation right now, he beinâ selfish!â your son exclaimed, his comment getting both you and jean to laugh.
before you could dive in further and ask questions regarding the classâ curriculum, a hand on your lower back interrupted you. âthere ya are, was looking all over this dump for you.â your husband, erwin, kissed the side of your head as he stood next to you. he was dressed in a black suit, with a long brown coat over him. he mustâve come from work.
âoh you showed up, funny.â you said, trying to keep a playful tone as to not indicate to jean there was a problem. unbeknownst to you though, jean was more of a body language analyzer than tone, so although you sounded somewhat happy at your husbands appearance, he could tell by how you stiffened at his touch that you werenât feeling it.
âdonât be like that.â erwin spoke to you in a quick, hushed tone before looking to his son, whose mood also seemed to drop at his dads presence. âdante, howâs it going?â
âgood, dad. this is my teacher, mr.kirstein.â dante pointed to jean, who was still not over how your cheery mood seemed to evaporate the second your husband walked in.
the blond man turned to jean, eyes flicking up and down him before a smirk found its way on his lips, âthis the one you donât shut up about, huh? iâm erwin smith, attorney at maria rose law firm.â he extended his hand to jean and of course, he shook it with a smile, despite cursing the man internally.
it was at that barbecue jean learned the dynamic of your marriage, and got to see it play out over the course of the year. erwin, as best as he seemed to try, was very disconnected with dante. he had not a clue what the boy liked to do or how he was doing in school. jean gathered this from the way erwin would go on his phone when he would talk about danteâs in-class progress or how he would come with you to danteâs games and meets, but never really cheer for the boy. not like how jean would.
he would either be looking down at his phone for most of the game, or watch with the most uninterested look on his face. and when jean brought it to your attention, you would always shrug it off.
âheâs just not a big basketball fan, sâall.â you would reassure jean, but he could tell from the way you bit down on your bottom lip and eyebrows softened after speaking that you didnât even buy into your own excuse.
but it was okay. erwinâs silent spectating made jeanâs cheers all the more louder. you and him acting a fool on the bleachers whenever dante made a good play. so much so that dante stopped informing his dad and started telling jean about his upcoming gamesâeven asking him to help him practice on a dunk at lunch recess. there was even one occasion you had to swing jean a text, asking him if he drive dante to practice because erwin got held up at work (even though he told you heâd take him).
but yeah. jean loved teaching. because through his job he met you and the two of you had grown incredibly close, bordering on good friends. it wasnât the most ethical thing in the world, befriending a students mom, but jean knew coworkers who have done worse so he wasnât phased.
you had noticed how much better danteâs energy had gotten since jeanâs arrival. he looked forward to not only games but school now, and was even warming up more to his teammates and classmates. before he was very reserved, only speaking when spoken to. but jean brought something out of him. when he came, he would go stand by the players and help the teams coach. sometimes heâd even takeover. he would dub dante team leader, encouraging him to speak up more. after the first time jean coached the team, dante begged him to be his mentor.
ïżŒâpleaseee mr. k! you really the only solid guy i got to look up to. you like what i like and you can ball. câmon do it as a form of reparations! â dante begged him one day after school, ambushing jean while he was trying to pack up his things and head home.
jean wanted to agree instantly, but knew he needed to speak to you about it. he didnât want to overstep any boundaries, not with you or danteâespecially you, seeing as how you were a married woman. he brought it up to you the next time he saw you, at danteâs next game, while you two sat on the bleachers as danteâs team warmed up.
âd said he wants me to be his mentor. wanted to ask you if itâs okay to accept. i wouldnât wanna step on his fatherâs toes or anything of the sort.. he also told me to do it for reparations?â
on the outside, jean was expressing consideration and empathy. but on the inside, he was country steppinâ on erwinâs toes, letting an evil laugh out in his head at the thought of taking erwinâs place. not just in danteâs life, but yours too.
you let out a loud cackle at the last part, âno he didnât! oh my gosh, iâm so sorry bout his blunt ass. but i doubt erwin would look up from his phone long enough to care, jean. itâs cool with me if you want to accept. dâs changed a lot since youâve been around, itâs been nice to see.â
you were in awe at your sonâs transformation, to say the least. it was the spring of the second term, and dante had improved so much in the last couple months. his writing, confidence, and athletic ability had improved, but so had his mindset. he never took school seriously, or even cared about his marks. erwin told you it was just his teenage phase and to let him be, but you couldnât. and thankfully for you, jean couldnât either. he was more hands on than erwin, who was too focused on clients to worry about you two.
but oh, erwin shouldâve worried.
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he shouldâve started to worry when you started coming home later. you used to be home by seven to make dinner for him when he would come home, tired from judges and verdicts. but now youâd be home at nine or nine thirty, you and dante well-fed while erwin munches on dinner he bought or leftovers he threw together once he realized you werenât coming home in time.
he shouldâve been curious when you were getting calls from jean outside of the appropriate hours. erwin would catch you on the phone at ten at night or sometimes even midnight. he would question you, but you would say it was either an âurgent dante matterâ or that you were on the phone with one of your girlfriends and urge him to leave you alone.
but what really should have raised your husbandâs suspicions was when you would go out with jean without dante. if only he didnât shrug off dante when he said you finished work and went with jean to meet up with other members of the teamâs parents. if only he wondered why the parents would be getting together at nine oâclock on a wednesday night.
if he had, maybe you wouldnât have been at a bar late at night, confiding in jean about your marriage as you throw your legs over his lap, pink crocs practically neon in the light.
if erwin had worried, you and jean wouldnât be tipsy and dancing together, with him holding you close as you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music, grinding against his hardening dick with his thumb in the loop of your jeans as he tapped the beat of the music against your hip.
if erwin had called you like he thought to, he wouldâve pulled your attention from jean, who was whispering sweet words into your ear, going on about how beautiful you are, and how heâs been dying to take care of you. his hand held your own, his warmth making your body melt.
maybe if erwin had worried about the amount of time you were spending with jean, he couldâve prevented that night. and stopped you from beginning what would be the end of your sanctified marriage.
maybe you wouldnât be a where you were right now, how many days later, lying on your side with jean behind you, laying waste to your plump lips with kisses and nips. he held you close to him, chest pressed against your back and arms around you. he was grinding himself against you, his tip hitting your clit.
âjean,â you whined, a breathless sigh leaving your lips after. he had already fucked you to five orgasms throughout the dayâsince eight in the morning, the time you arrived at his house (you had lied and said you were going to work). but he was looking to make it sixâhis lucky number. honestly, your body really shouldnât endure anymore of jean, but he was fucking you too good for you to focus on soreness and/or tell him to stop.
he tapped his dick against your clit, the puffy nub tingling from the sensation. âfuck, baby put it in.â you whined. your hand slid down to try and push his head down to go in between your folds. âplease, mâso ready.â you sniffled, feeling the familiar sting of tears in your eyes.
âmy baby so needy, hm? whatâs wrong? that shitty husband of yours ainât fuckinâ right?â jean spoke next to your ear, his breath fanning over your cheek. he continued to glide himself up and down your folds, collecting your slick as lube and ignoring your whining and begging.
ânot like you, jeanâshit!â you were struggling to pull yourself together. you were overstimulated, you were exhausted, but your body craved him. it had been so long since you were worshipped like this, since your heart had felt so full from jeanâs endearing words. not to mention phat ma was loving the attention.
jean chuckled, âyou damn right, sweetheart. this right here is mine, understand? donât wanna see no other man touching you, speaking to youâlooking at you, even! iâll fuckinâ kill âem.â he snarled.
he didnât wait for a response from you. he just slowly pushed himself inside, listening to the breath that hitched in your throat. that really was all the response he needed. âjeanâŠâ you grabbed onto the sheets to release any form of tension. despite being full of jean all day, you were still not use to his motion. his size was one thing; he was tall with a curve at the head. he he was more on the thicker side, with light brown hairs trimmed neatly around his area. he was about the same size as erwin, but it was his strokes that hit you differently. they were far more powerful than your husbands. they were more determined, focusedânot just on his own orgasm but yours as well.
jean smirked, ânot like me, yeah. that asshole canât begin to reach the places i can! mâgonna fuck some sense into you to leave that blond fuck.â he pressed his free hand against your stomach, squeezing on your waist. âgonna give my pretty girl the family she always wanted. me, you, d, and one of our own. howâs thatâs sound, sweetheart?â jean kissed the back of your ear with his promise.
you were dying! here this man was, fucking you into an oblivion, loving your body in a way your husband hasnât in so long. how were you supposed to say no? he was promising you what erwin no longer gave you, what he forgot he did on your wedding day.
it was wrong for you to be here with him. you were breaking every possible vow and eternal promise you made to erwin on the day of your wedding. but in the moment, you didnât care. jean was fucking you too good to feel guilty for your infidelity. his dick was hitting a spot you had forgotten existed, wiping your memory of erwin and the past nights of passion you two shared.
âthink of our baby, mama. how beautiful theyâll look with your eyes, your smile, your fuckinâ kindnessââ jean was lolling at the thought. the idea of getting you swollen with his baby. pregnant you would be dependent on him for sure, needing him to ease your sore body or help you with your hormonal mood swings. he would be your go-to. he could see the future you two could have, it was right there. and by god was he going to attain it one way or another.
âplease, make me a mommy, jean please. wanna be your kidsâ mommy.â you begged him, and he couldâve cum alone at that. you looked back at him, lips poked out in a pout and eyes glossed over. there wasnât a thought behind them, nothing in that pretty little head of yours except how he was making you feel.
yeahhhh, erwin should have been worried. when he saw you enter your shared bedroom at nearly midnight, walking straight to the bathroom with what appeared to be a faint limp, he shouldve gotten up to ask you what happenedâŠ.but he couldnât bring himself to.
he shouldâve pushed jean for answers when he ran into him one day at home depot, and after threatening him over your guysâ overly friendly relationship, listened to jean respond with:
âyou know what i tell my students about letters, mr. smith?âŠthat sometimes they can be silent. like the word ârhythmâ for exampleâthe first âhâ is silent. and iâm gonna tell you that the word âyourâ has a silent y.â
erwin blinked, âwhat?â
jean nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face, âyup. at least in your case it does. so your wife, is our wife. that body you donât valueâ jean rolled his neck in irritation, âis ultimately hers, but for the sake of this argument, is oursâwell more so mine since i heard your ass canât reach spots i can. so keep that in mind the next time you think about steppinâ to me, alright? you have a good night, mr. smith.â he flashed erwin a wink before turning away, leaving the man stunned in the middle of the store.
it seems it was now too late for erwin to worry.
No he didnât he bold asf and he right
omg avoiding sukuna for whatever reason and he catches you looking at books in the library and he just watches until he decides he wants to punish you for being mean to him
this is just literally so effing late and im so sorry and sorry itâs so short but tumblr just keeps deleting all my drafts so đ€ŠđŸââïž
The library was the one place you could get some sort of solitude. Hidden by everything that you loved, dozen of books and touching their spines filled you with glee, even the earthy smell off the pages was making you happy.
Reaching your hand out to pick up an all time favorite from the top shelf, you creased your black Mary Janeâs in a feeble attempt to get it but it was too high. A long arm reaches to grab the book and brushes up against you, âFound you my little dove.â
Your body freezes. âI knew youâd be in here.â He cages you between his body and the bookcase. You do your best not to look at him or especially in his eyes. But when his hand grabs your chin you gulp. âI love to chase. Donât you know that?â
Sukunaâs dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he raised an eyebrow.
You squirmed and swatted his hands again, âJust leave me alone. I donât want anything to do with you.â
âStop being childishâŠâ He licks his lips and puts his leg between yours, rubbing at your core. âDonât you like when I touch you? Hm? Stop fighting it baby.â
But still you push a bit at his chest and frown, âI heard about you.â
He narrows his eyes and meets your eyes. âOh? Itâs in the past. Iâm all about you now. Havenât I showed you these past few months?â
But you canât forget just how many girls had told you about their experiences with him. He was a heartbreaker and you only had one heart to give before you stopped completely. Every man you had been with had hurt you more than the last.
You almost wanted to cry. But you didnât.
âOkay.â You sniffled before he dropped to his knees and lifted your skirt over his head and pulled your panties down with his teeth.
He made a soft groan when your smell wafted towards him. Pretty glistening folds he pulled apart with his tongue and sucked on the soft skin, pushing your legs further apart.
Your fingers dung into his shoulders when he lifted a leg over him. You could hear the wetness of his tongue swirling around your clit as you throbbed and bit down on your tongue to control yourself.
He pulled the skin of your labia until it slapped back, wetness of both his mouth and your juices spilled down his tongue. He did a few kitten licks up and down your tight soaked pussy before he dipped the tip of his tongue inside and swirled.
He felt you tighten on his tongue and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your clit before rubbing his entire face deeper into your wetness; wanting your scent all over his face.
âThis is mine, got it?â He softly scraped his teeth on your folds before he pulled back. Using his fingers to rub all the juices into his skin.
He was very dirty.
maybe mean!armin who finally meets his match and she gives him a run for his money.đ§
omg yes! I love when (y/n) gets her lick back!
cw: cheating, mentions of sex
when you first met Armin, it didnât take a rocket scientist or a million years to see what type of person he was. You had heard rumors of how narcissistic, arrogant troublesome and downright mean he was. Everyone, including his dozens of flings had a horror story about how he treated them. Cheating, ignoring their calls and just making them feel way less than their worth. He had a reputation for breaking the most beautiful girls down to nothing and destroying their self esteem. Needless to say, he was heartless and never gave a damn about anyone. That was until he met youâŠthatâs when it all changed. You were nothing like the other women he had encountered. Strong, gorgeous, wanted him but definitely didnât need him. There wasnât a moment that you were caught with your head hanging low and you always exuded bad bitch energy. Honestly, the perfect compliment and the first time he had a partner who was his equal. Fast forward almost a year and Mr. Artlert had almost entirely transformed! Rather than out partying with his frat brothers and running the streets, he was often laid up in your off-campus apartment..head in your lap and asleep as you played in his hair. His phone wiped clean of all the little lineup of hoes whoâd be waiting for his text or call because he had everything he needed right here. He no longer wanted to get to his nut and leave, he spent hours making love to your body; kissing every inch of that pretty mocha skin..staying inside of it even after the session was long done because he didnât want to be apart from his baby. Experiencing something he never thought he would: true love. You had him wrapped around your finger. Which made it all the more sweeter when he burst through the door of one of best friendâs room at the fraternity house and found you on top of him. Rather than being angry, Armin was heartbroken and in full blown tearsâŠnot a position that anyone would ever imagine him in. But you? All smiles without a speck of regret! Standing over him as he weeped on the floor.. â(Y/N)âŠhow could you do this to me?..what did I do wrong?..â
with the slyest smirk on your face, wrapped up in the sheets with another manâs scent..youâd merely laugh and utter to him:
â..trusting me. That was your first mistake.â
đâ§âËcheckmate | JHS (18+)
âone-shotâ
â„pairing: rockstar!hoseok X backup-dancer!reader // black!reader
â„genre: rockstar AU, angst, smut, some fluff
â„summary: Just some love confessions and hot, steamy s*x in the rain after a concertâŠ
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In (late) honor of Tojiâs design for the anime being released â â nsfw warning: wishing this was me, oral (fem receive), size dif., dilf!toji, foreplay, toys, praise.
Having to raise a kid (as a single parent) while gone working most days and nights is rough stuff. His wife had died and his kid was hardly 4 years old. You, on the other hand, had just graduated college with a degree in early child education- and renting out the Fushiguroâs garage apartment- you offered to help raise Megumi.
How the hell could Toji resist this offer from you? He adored your soft skin and pretty eyes, how small you looked next to him. When he first met you, he couldnât help but take sneaking glances at your tits, the way your âmessyâ hair (it was literally flawless) sat, the way youâd walked in front of him while touring the studio- hips swaying teasingly and occasionally brushing past him. He needed you.
You never asked for anything in return for helping teach and watch Megumi despite desperately needing some extra cash- or a percent off of the rent. Toji noticed. The late nights heâd return, you looked exhausted. It would be inhumane to not offer you a reward. So, Toji decided, he was going to reward you more than your pretty head and tits could handle.