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Having POTS fucking sucks all the time but especially in summer omg

It’s so hot out and I feel like I’m constantly on the verge of passing out (still haven’t though so I consider myself a little lucky) it feels like I’m running a goddamn marathon

good morrow verona... I HAST BEEN SO FILLED WITH UNREST AS OF LATE! first i stayeth up till the wee hours of the morn, and then i sleep in till past the early bird's song! how doth one remedy this?!?! i hath no foggiest idea as to why my sleep has been so uncooperative... doth it be love? hate? both? neither at all? maybe the hot veronian summer just maketh me drowsy. yes, 'tis verona's heat, surely... there's no other feasible answer.

anywho! i hope my fellow veronians of juliet nation art faring well, or at least more well than i. after the bostonian pizza fiasco i need some time to recover...

oh, didst i mention that dear tybalt punched the bostonian pizza waiter? because he did. and i thought arguing with mine father was the worst of my concerns with he....... 🤦‍♀️

the heat in the philippines is one of a kind- wait more like an "i wanna die" type of heat

fucking hot self

There’s something so deliciously cunty in the way Luke adjusts his waistcoat when he’s in costume 🫠

LOLA

I LOVE THIS

<3333333

saw requests being open and had to wait for thoughts (cause i naturally don't have any) BUT-

wonwoo, seungcheol and reader playing games but every time seungcheol curses (which is, all the time), he has to watch wonwoo fuck you stupid.

(was going to send cheol having to watch you ride his thigh instead of cock but then thigh-riding cheol is already written so i tweaked it a bit)

— bet | c.sc & j.ww

⋆ pairings; seungcheol x fem! reader x wonwoo ⋆ genre; smut, fluff, humor ⋆ w.c; 2k+ ⋆ warnings; unprotected sex, grumbling, cuck! coups, wonwoo is a fucking tease, spitroasting, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie ⋆ a/n; sending virtual kisses to your brain, ris. this thought possessed me and here is this *coughs* monstrosity.

“hey! kissing wasn't included!”

seungcheol's protests fall deaf to your ears as you moan against wonwoo's lips. he kisses you, tongue prodding into every corner of your mouth.

it isn't even the first round tonight. you forgot just how many times you came, clenching around him as he split you open. you moan his name, your orgasm building up again. your abused hole flutters around his girth, and he groans, picking up his pace.

seungcheol groans, a curse word on the tip of his tongue, but he stops before it can spill out. he can't even keep his eyes on the damn game. you look way too pretty, and it's not his cock that's making you moan and whimper now.

“ugh,” it's all he can mutter, refocusing on his game to ensure he doesn't get killed.

why did he agree to the stupid bet wonwoo proposed? as much as seungcheol hates to say it, his ego prevented him from thinking through it before accepting the bet. and now he regrets it.

of course, your consent was taken into account. the only time seungcheol would give up his ego is when it concerns you. but you, surprisingly, agreed. and his ego was again hurt.

your moans reduce to sighs when wonwoo stops his movements to glance at his friend, who once again failed to control himself. a smirk plays on his lips, and it makes your cunt flutters around his cock.

you suck in a sharp breath, gazing into the depth of his eyes. his hair is messy, and it covers his eyes. wonwoo resembles a predator with the way he looks down at you.

but you don't expect to be roughly pulled off the couch by a strong pair of arms that most definitely belong to your boyfriend. your hole clenches around nothing, and you miss wonwoo's cock immediately.

without a second to waste, seungcheol's mouth is on yours. he kisses you harshly and roughly. like he's trying to erase the feeling of wonwoo's lips from your mind. you kiss him back with the same intensity, having missed him and the familiarity of his warmth.

“ah, ah, someone's forgetting the bet.” wonwoo mocks seungcheol, his tone airy and light. he doesn't really care about the bet. he's merely amused by his older friend and his actions.

he waits, letting seungcheol do what he wants. his lips hungrily move on yours, and his hands find purchase under your t-shirt, feeling you up. you moan into his mouth, and his harsh touches leave your body blazing.

your boyfriend pulls away, hands moving to hastily undo his pants. as he does so, you finally notice wonwoo's presence. he hasn't moved from his place on the couch. he leans on the handrest and watches you with a lazy smirk.

seungcheol harshly turns your head towards him. his fingers squeeze your cheeks, making your lips pucker up. he bends forward and kisses you with such force that it makes your head dizzy.

“eyes on me.”

you keep your eyes on your boyfriend but can't help but feel drawn by wonwoo. his eyes are intense, staring holes into you. but before you could give into the urge to look at him, seungcheol strips bare, except the boxers adorning his pelvis.

he steps closer to you and tilts up your chin with his forefinger. he looks at you with such adoration and lust, and you melt into his touch. and what was supposed to be a tender moment is ruined by wonwoo.

“oh wait, didn't you curse when the game ended?” his smirk laces with his voice. though you don't turn to look at him, you can see his teeth flashing with a smirk.

seungcheol's jaw tenses, and he closes his eyes, trying to compose himself. he steps back while keeping his eyes on you, and you maintain eye contact.

the couch dips when wonwoo moves closer to you. he lays a hand on your thigh, silently asking for permission. you give it to him by leaning into a kiss. it's softer than the rest you shared tonight.

his tongue darts out to meet yours in a deep kiss. his hands caress your sides, your breasts, and your ass. a pinch to your nipple makes you moan against his lips, and arousal gathers between your legs again.

your lips move against his as his tongue glides over yours. the wet noises of kissing fill the room, and your cunt flutters around nothing, missing his cock. you open your eyes mid-kiss to find seungcheol staring at you.

wonwoo breaks the kiss and moves away from you, leaving you confused. he only offers you a smirk.

“'m gonna take your mouth. is that ok?” he questions you. your eyes find seungcheol's, asking for permission silently.

you nod, and wonwoo smiles, shifting to stand before you. his cock, all hard and dripping with precome. your mouth salivates, and you feel your cunt flutter with excitement.

you wrap your hand around his base, giving him a few experimental pumps. wonwoo exhales a shaky breath, eyes closing with content. before you can take him in your mouth, you feel the couch dip beside you.

seungcheol shifts in his seat to move you to his lap. his boxers long gone, and his dick curves against his stomach, twitching with need. the thought of being filled with two cocks at the same time makes you feverish and dizzy. 

you feel his cock graze your ass and whimper, neglecting wonwoo in the process. but he doesn’t allow it, opting to prod your lips with cock. you look up at him and wrap your lips around the tip, licking the pearls of precum oozing from his slit. 

at the same time, you feel seungcheol’s tip enter your core. your hands fly up to grab wonwoo’s hip for support. his cock slowly enters you with a delicious stretch. no matter how many times seungcheol molds your cunt to the shape of his cock, it will never fail to amaze just how good he feels each time. 

wonwoo grabs your attention again by carding his hand through your hair, resting it at the back of your head. you suck his tip, swirling your tongue around it while trying to fit more of him into your mouth. your cunt flutters around seungcheol, the length of his cock buried deep inside. 

you gag when you reach the base of his cock. wonwoo lets out a groan of satisfaction while seungcheol remains silent, his hands caressing the small of your back. 

hollowing your cheeks, you move your head up and down his cock. you hum, savoring his taste in your mouth and the way his tip brushes against the back of your throat.

you clench around seungcheol, grinding on him to get him to move. but he stops you, firmly holding your hips in place. you want to turn around, but wonwoo promptly stops you. the hand resting at the back of your head tugs your hair as he thrusts his length down your throat.

you gag and loosen your jaw. tears sprout from your waterline, threatening to fall down as wonwoo abuses your throat. he groans and curses, and the sound of you gagging fills his ears.

unable to control yourself, you clench around seungcheol's cock, chasing some movement. you receive a spank in reply, causing you to make a noise muffled by wonwoo's length.

his cock twitches in your mouth, urging you to suck him harder. your nails dig into his hips, leaving moon-shaped marks. his pace gets overwhelming, and any rational thought melts in your brain. only the sound of him fucking your mouth imprints on your mind.

he pulls out without warning. you gasp for breath and splutter. closing your eyes, you try to relax, but just when you thought you could rest seungcheol moves.

the grip he has on your hips is harsh as he thrusts his cock at an animalistic pace. the force of his thrusts makes you jerk forward, holding wonwoo for support.

you whine around the latter's length. he brushes your hair aside and caresses your face. though the smile he casts down at you is warm, you know it's nothing but a tease.

he gathers your hair at the back to maneuver your head. but he waits for a moment, observing seungcheol's rhythm. wonwoo pushes down your face when the older one pulls out. he pulls out when seungcheol pushes in.

they continue this pattern, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you're completely mind-fucked, having your holes used by your boyfriend and his friend.

but there's something about seungcheol's thrusts that makes your head spin. as if he's trying to remind you who you really belong to. the jealousy seeps from him, translating into harsh thrusts that have your body trembling.

his cock hits all the right spots with precision. the sounds of skin slapping echo throughout the room, even louder than your muffled moans. his warm thighs press against yours, and his balls slap against your cunt.

your focus is brought back to wonwoo when he pinches your nipples. his cock is buried inside your mouth, your warm walls providing him the utmost pleasure. his pace is bearable, but he's deep inside your mouth, and you feel your throat constrict around his length.

soon, wonwoo starts to match seungcheol's animalistic pace, throwing you off the edge. being filled by two cocks at the same time fills you with ecstasy. wonwoo hits the back of your throat, followed by your boyfriend hitting that spot.

tears cascade down your cheeks and drool down your chin. the band in your stomach tightens, and your moans get louder. seungcheol's pace turns erratic, his cock twitching inside you.

the orgasm finally crashes over you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. wonwoo pulls out like clockwork, giving you time to breathe. he jerks his cock with the help of your drool and holds your head, making you watch him.

seungcheol fastens his pace, fucking you with more desperation. the frustration built up in his body finally catches onto him. the frustration of having to watch you being fucked dumb by his friend over and over again.

with a final thrust, he succumbs to his pleasure, releasing his load inside of you. warm ribbons of cum decorate your walls. seungcheol moans, emptying every single drop inside of you.

wonwoo follows suit. with a groan, he cums, coating your face and chest with his fluids. he topples back on the gaming chair, and you, on seungcheol.

he wraps his arms around you as if it's a reflex. you catch your breath and lean into his touch. You missed his touch. yes, wonwoo is hot and can fuck you dumb. but seungcheol's touch provides you with warmth and pleasure.

you chuckle, patting his arms. his embrace is tighter than usual, and you feel the pucker of his lips behind your neck. you turn around in his arms, and as you thought, he is pouting.

you kiss him with a low coo. he melts into the kiss, softly kissing you back. you curl your arms around his neck and caress his nape and hair. he holds you securely with his arms around your waist.

“alright. uhh, imma head out, now.” wonwoo announces awkwardly. you chuckle, bidding him goodbye and telling him to take care. seungcheol grumbles a farewell, too.

“i'm never cursing again.”

“hey, that wasn't that bad.”

“what do you mean, it wasn't that bad?” you laugh at his expression, and he continues to grumble about it.

“maybe i should fuck one of your friends each time you die in a game!”

“sounds hot, i'm down. a friend of mine actually finds you attractive, should i hit her up?” you tease him, watching his frown deepen.

“ugh, fuck you.”

“oh,” you gasp, “wonwoo, he cursed aga—” your yelling is muffled by his hand, which he quickly replaces with his lips. he crashes his lips on yours, tugging at your hair enough to inflict slight pain. it's all tongue and teeth.

he shifts, bending you over on the couch. his hard cock grazes your thighs.

uh oh, it's going to be a long night.

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BAD DECISIONS┊RYOMEN SUKUNA

wc. ౨ৎ⋆˚ 1.9K

tags. ౨ৎ⋆˚ 18+, modern au, all characters are adults (21+), marking and hickeys, enemies to ?, bully sukuna, none of your friends like him but he is around because he is yuuji's older brother, fem reader, dirty talk, praising (atta girl), fingering.

In late September, a few weeks away from embracing autumn, anyone would think that the weather is starting to cool down, that the unbearable sun is lowering its intensity for the poor mortals who walk under it like ants fleeing from a child with a magnifying glass, but in Yuuji's apartment it's much worse. The air conditioner died months ago and none of the brothers have bothered to fix it, making it a challenge every time the group of friends gathers at the Itadori's apartment not to die from a heat wave.

At least for you, who have been accused of being more sensitive to heat than any other average person.

Too hot to be outside on the balcony (exposed to the hot air, to Maki's cigarette smoke), too hot to be all inside the apartment (piled up like sardines on the couch).

So all your friends are very unevenly distributed. About five are inside the apartment watching the soccer game while the rest are outside trying to cool off every time the warm air blows.

You are uneasy, this is the third time Nobara has commented on it. An hour ago she stopped your foot tapping against the ground with a gentle kick from the sole of her shoe and now she comes back and does it a second time.

"Stop it," she says with a frown, a few shades more annoyed due to the heat. Then she laughs softly downplaying her apparent anger. "What's wrong?" she asks softly, examining you.

Nothing, you lie the first time she asks. And you lie to her again now. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

You hide half your face in the glass to take a long drink of the now warm soda that is beginning to taste salty. Raising your head, you can't escape in time this time, Sukuna's eyes look you up and down from across the floor. He wears the same look as a wild animal, his hair disheveled from the heat, gray pants and compressed black t-shirt tell you he's barely home from the gym. You take another quick drink that hurts your dry throat.

Sukuna shakes his head to the side indicating for you to follow him, then hides down the hallway to continue his route.

Your fingers squeeze the glass full of water droplets that slip through your hands from time to time. You feel Nobara's gaze piercing your temples, so you decide to look at her.

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out of it. So you try again.

"I'm going to use the bathroom. It's too hot," you lie (again) with wrinkles in your forehead, then take an unsure step forward to move away from the balcony but her fingers squeeze your forearm gently stopping you from your escape.

"Is it Sukuna again? Is he bothering you?"

Fuck. Guilt shot through your chest, your teeth were sinking into your lip.

"I- no. I told him not to bother me, I'm not interested in the same annoying games from when we were six."

You sound convincing, enough for Nobara to let you go shaking her head in approval, along with a look that assures she's willing to fight anyone for you.

You slip out of her hand and behind the couch where the group of men are talking and yelling and chewing nachos too loud for any normal chewer.

Your heart beats fast, guilt, adrenaline and excitement is a dangerous cocktail that pushes you to search for Sukuna through the narrow corridor, lurking in the corners of the half-open doors. You were going through the bathroom when an unexpected force pulls your body inside, the force, now materialized as Sukuna, smashes you against the door without gentleness.

"Fuck you," you complain at the impact, wrinkling your nose.

"I might," Sukuna retorts, dark eyes set on your lips.

You clear your throat and fix your back, dry your hands on the denim of your shorts and force yourself to look him in the eye.

"This has to stop."

"What?" Sukuna asks, dangerously close to your mouth. His hands are around your head over the door preventing any escape and his cologne mixed with sweat numbs your senses.

"This," you point a finger at each other's bodies, between the little space between you two. "This! You, flirting with me..."

"Brat."

"Stop."

"We've done more than flirt."

He is smiling again, that smile that signals danger. That smile that shows his sharp fangs that could cut through the darkness. You clear your thoughts with a breath of air from his scent.

"It was just a kiss," you defend yourself with a hint of indignation, flashes of the scene of you on the stairs of Megumi's house detonating in your head.

"You gave me a handjob."

"Jesus."

Unfortunately, you did. You squeeze your eyes shut pushing out the memories of that bad decision along with a throbbing headache that threatens in your temples.

"Sukuna..."

He pulls your chin with two fingers, the action makes you snap your eyes open focused on his gaze and long lashes, your skin burning under his touch. He keeps looking at your mouth.

"I like it when you say my name," he confesses.

"Sukuna..." you can't help but call him back.

"Yeah, just like that."

Sukuna traces the line of your jaw with his soft lips, the shadow of a beard tickles your skin, his nose stumbles against your flesh as he creeps up to your ear painfully slow.

"I thought I'd return the favor," he murmurs, patting your pussy covered by the thick fabric of your shorts and you wonder if even through all the fabric he can feel the heat emanating from your core.

"You don't have to..." you stutter.

"You just keep calling my name."

Expert fingers remove the button and undo the zipper without wasting time, then push your panties aside and what he stumbles over makes him laugh unfunnily at the line of your throat.

"All this for me?" You try to stop him, have an excuse with which to defend yourself when you tell your version of events to your friend and push his hand away while at the same time moving your hips towards him. "This pussy is so wet just for me, for your bully? That's what you call me, isn't it?" he laughs again, the vibrations tangling in the back of your ear and in the wet strands of your hair. You swallow and think about Nobara, what she will say, how guilty you feel and the pain in your temples that is starting to become more noticeable.

Sukuna carefully slides a long finger between your folds making a mess of your pussy juices. He flicks your clit a little in tight circles, you spread your legs wider to give him permission.

Your head hits the door with a soft sound exposing your throat to him, the heat of Sukuna's body drowns you, increases the heat of the room in the form of steam and you feel you can't breathe as he keeps kissing, biting your neck, the piercing ball on his tongue is cold and slippery. One finger pushes inside your slippery pussy easily and a second follows.

"No marking," you remind him, gasping as he adjusts his wrist to go deeper and increase the pace.

Sukuna's kisses on your neck distract you, his tousled hair tickles you. His open mouth leaves kisses on the salty skin of your throat and he sucks and licks and bites at it in a way that makes you wish he made his mouth be somewhere else on your body.

You gasp weakly, his fingers moving in a different way inside you, the squelch of him fucking you hard against the bathroom door bouncing between the tiles and into your skull, all you can hear is his chuckle and how wet you are. Your body slips through the door but a hand on your waist forces you to stand closer to his body and it is only then that you realize how hard he is against your thigh.

Your gazes connect and he gives you that lopsided smirk. "There you go, attagirl."

You squeeze around his fingers, your arousal spilling out around them. You're panting like a dog, your mouth open and Sukuna has to force himself not to bend over and suck your tongue.

Suddenly someone tries to open the door, jiggling the doorknob and knocking desperately. "Hey!" Nobara. Your eyes widen, you try to stop Sukuna but his fingers keep abusing your poor pussy, maltiling a spot inside you.

"You're going to cum," Sukuna murmurs into your temples. "Bite me if you have to."

No! you move your lips without getting the word out, alarmed.

"You will. You are going to cum so hard on my fingers while you fantasize that it's my cock making you feel good," he whispers in your ear, biting it, the ball on his tongue rolling all over the lobe of your ear.

"Hey, baby? Are you there?" Nobara insists.

You can't. You want to run away from there, you want to resist it.

"What do you want, brat?" Sukuna raises his tone of voice.

Sukuna's body embraces you, he is everywhere, the girth of his cock presses against you and you can't help but remember that day. How wet he was from his precum, from your spit, you don't want to think about how big it was, how thick and how good it would feel stretching you.

"Open the door, Sukuna. If you have her there with you..."

You think you might cum with just the tip throbbing inside you, you've seen it before: it's thick and turns red just before he cum. Your fangs sink into his skin marking him, cumming silently as you think about how it would feel to finally have him sinking into you.

"I'm taking a fucking shower, if you want to see my dick just say so."

"You're disgusting." And you are more so. This can't happen again.

As soon as Nobara moves away from the door you push him off your body to go wash your face, the water cools your cheeks and neck but does nothing for your clouded thoughts.

"You..." You look at him, but he's licking his fingers, his pierced tongue licks them up and down and your eyes without permission go to his hard cock where there are now little wet spots. "I hate you."

You are ready to leave but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you close to his body.

"You can hate me all you want but that pussy of yours….” he smiles.

"Shut up."

You don't know how much more you could take of his dirty mouth without your face exploding with heat, you pull your arm and manage to escape his grip. Looking at him one last time before you open the door.

"Not even a kiss goodbye?"

"Ugh!"

You slam the door shut, trotting into the kitchen where you open the fridge and take out a bottle of water, which you immediately bring to your dry mouth. As you close the door, as if it were a ghost Nobara is waiting for you on the other side with arms crossed, making you choke on the water and immediately cough.

"Where were you?" She asks with a judging look examining you up and down.

"I was... looking for a charger."

"You've got to be fucking with me."

"What?"

"The hickey on your neck, smartass." Fuck! "You could at least pretend. Your fucking zipper is open, really, Sukuna?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

SO

This ended up a bit all over the place but the general idea remained intact

You have Tseng, kneeling in the General Affairs, Auditing office. He wears a collar and leash. The leash is thrown over his shoulder.

You hardly know what to do with yourself now that you're here. Actually, you'd be content to just stare all day. You doubt he would appreciate that. Yet, he didn't fidget. He stared back at you as if daring you to make a move.

He scoffed. "If you're in over your head-"

"I'm not!"

He smirked like he didn't believe you.

"Stay still," you order.

You shed your clothes quickly, as you're still in the office and this shouldn't be dragged out. Under, you're wearing a matching set of black satin panties and bra. The uncomfortable kind, that you bought and wore only for him to see.

He gives your body a one-sided smile as if to say, Not bad.

You are going to put that insolent mouth to use. You slip off the panties and throw them at his face. They hit him between the eyes, making him flinch, then drop to the floor. You step forward and hook a leg over his shoulder. You press him to you with a tight squeeze.

"Get to work."

For a moment you think he might argue again but then he dives right in. He starts sucking like you've trained him before. You whimper and grab his shoulder for support. He tries to hold your hips to help balance, while sneaking a quick squeeze of your ass. You swat his hands away.

"Nope, no touching."

You make sure he watches you unhook your bra to touch your breasts exactly how you like. You can touch but he can't. He glares at you but he doesn't stop. Settles for staring at how good your breasts look in the lace bra.

You cup the back of his head with your hand as you come, nearly toppling over. You regain your footing and find a more placid Tseng. He got a taste of you and he's probably hoping for his turn. Wasn't he a good pet?

You kneel down and unzip his trousers, to pull out a very hard erection. A grower, but he's at full attention now. You squeeze his cock, testing. He swallows a groan. He looks down at you with lust-drunk eyes and a slight grimace. Fuck it, you think. He can't look that good and not expect you to suck his soul out of his dick. You take him all the way in, squeezing the base.

"Too much! Slow down!"

His pleading tone has the opposite of the intended effect. In no time at all, you pull his orgasm from him. Normally, you'd ask where he wants to come but then there would be an impractical mess to clean. You make sure to swallow everything before giving him one last kiss to top off his pleasure.

"That was too fast,* he growls, then bites his lip, wishing he hadn't complained like a bad pet.

"That was your punishment," you reminded him. "You're lucky you got your dick sucked at all, right?"

He nodded, cowed.

You place your palm against his cheek. "Remember, don't bow to me. If it was my choice, you wouldn't have to bow to anyone."

He leans into your cheek and nods again.

"Okay, we're done! Stand up."

Upon standing and redressing, Tseng watches you patiently while you unhook the leash. You undo the collar and he pockets it inside his blazer. He straightens said blazer. He has a more serene air about him now. But seeing him back in work-mode reminded you why you were actually here.

"Oh!" You exclaimed. "I have some paperwork to do for you."

"Make sure it's accurate," he says evenly.

You're already halfway out the door, calling, "Yeah, Boss!"

well that was a lie.

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For the monsterfucker yuri lovers: (you know who you are)

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i don’t think you understand how much i love leo valdez.

this is.. indirect porn..?

wowza

FUEL photographed by ALBINOHECTOR with jlojosh and albinohector

i get so embarrassed every time i’m walking around outside and it’s scorching hot. like the suns got me over here sweating and shit. might as well slap my balls around while you’re at it too 🙁