That’s Why I Fucked Yo Bitch You Fat Mofo😂

This gone be my reminder

I WANNA BE WITH YOU, suguru geto

you and your ex boyfriend purchased two tickets to jamaica when the travel market was exceptionally low. except, you didn’t expect that eight months after purchasing your trip for the following year, you and geto would break up.

now ex lovers and too prideful to cancel their steal of a trip, how would a one week trip to jamaica treat you both?

chapters.

coming soon.

new short(ish) story i’m working on! expect chapters here and there. a tik tok inspired this idea and im mad exciteddd. also, as always, the reader will be a black woman ☺️☺️

eren is the type to talk you through it so good 👹 y’all are both a mess, the room STINKS, there’s a heavy cloud of smoke lingering in the space, y’all hearing the birds chirp and shit from outside. the vibe is vibing okay (i had to set the scene). but he’s got you folded up in missionary, your legs floppy beside his ears as he gives you the slowest and deepest strokes. your eyes are rolled into the back of your head and he’s just whispering, “that’s it pretty..that’s it. let go for me, hmm. let daddy do all the work.” you’re pu$$y creams around him as he speaks, and he mutters a low ‘fuck’ as he watches as his dick pushes it all back inside. “you gonna cum for me again? come on, cum for me. yes, yes baby -shit. good girl” and he’s petting your sweaty forehead and hair as you scream, shake, and cum for him so hard you see pluto. when it’s all done he’s whispering sweet nothing against your lips as you slowly and sloppily kiss eachother, telling you how good you did and how much he loves you as he lets you catch your breath and calm down.

grrrrrr i luv him hez my boyfie 💗 requests r always open for thirsts like dis

🤌🏾🤌🏾

backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

© rumisgf

Ate this UP 😗😗

“She say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree”

cw include: chubby reader, black coded reader but you can picture her however you’d like <3, slight talk of body image, size kink, drug and alcohol use, basketball player eren bc that deserves a warning, oral both receiving, unprotected sex, choking n a little manhandling, pussydrunk eren, squirting, lots of dirty talk and praise, mating press, sex standing up, backshots, creampie, eren has an abnormally huge dick…i think that’s about it///wc: 4.3k

Eren Jaeger was known as a legend on campus. Not only on the basketball court but with the ladies as well. If you had a girlfriend it was common knowledge to keep her away from him because lord knows once a girl catches sight of him all morals are thrown out the window. Fortunately he did have a type; short and little on the chubbier side. Of course Eren thought all women were gifts from god in their own way but something about manhandling a chubby short girl into any position he wanted until she was crying made his dick jump every time he thought about it.

That’s where you come in.

Keep reading

Whoever’s in charge of Eren’s official art, I hope both sides of your pillow are extra crisp for the rest of your life

that’s why I fucked yo bitch.

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summary: connie couldn't give two fucks if you had a boyfriend, he had you first and its gonna stay like that.

warnings: cheating, toxic connie, recording, strict backshots, praising, (connie is latino in this), obviously black reader/ y/n, thick reader, slapping, mature scenes, etc.

"can you stop dropping your clothes everywhere? shit's tiring bro." at the moment you were picking up the remaining pieces of your boyfriends clothes that was littering along the floor. you guys have been together about a year now and honestly you were about to be over it. "my bad, but you'll end up picking them up for me anyways so what's the point" looking back at you from his seat on the couch shawn joked while giving you a smile.

"you think you're funny?" throwing his clothes at him while rolling your eyes just for his ass to laugh, turning away you headed towards the kitchen to start cooking something up. as you can see your man was a lazy ass bitch and quite frankly he was many other things and useless in bed, the reason you stayed with him is because you've been together for so long and you guys had good memories. well that was before he was cut off from his family and stayed at home all day being jobless as fuck.

ding.

grabbing your phone you look down to see the notification. it was a text from connie telling you to come outside that he was waiting just wanting to talk.

you used to mess around with con till you got a boyfriend. you had to text and hang with him less because you guys weren't normal friends, you guys actually use to date but things happen but stayed friends. you knew connie didn't respect your relationship with shawn, if anything when you told him he was livid. but now he's texting you to come outside to him knowing he doesn't want to just talk.

answering the message with a 'no, and leave the premises please'. putting your phone down and continuing to chop the onions and boiling the water on the stove-

ding.

sighing and grabbing you phone you looked down to see what connie had texted now with it stating ' i'm coming to the door ' automatically after reading that you made a beeline to the window to see connie getting out his car. "baby imma be right back."

"mm" opening the door and closing it behind you, you ran towards con and grabbed him by the shirt and shoving him back in the car with him chuckling at how you were acting.

sliding into the passenger seat and sitting down while moving you ginger hair out the way. "connie what part of leave the premises don't you understand" breathing heavily from the whole course you just took while crossing your arms. "the leaving part" leaning back against the chair while staring down at your figure connie licked his lips then reached his hand out to touch you which you smacked away. "con i have a boy-friend a boyfriend why can't you respect that and give me my space?"

sighing while sitting back against the chair you stared at connie, he had some new tattoos running down his arms and diamond studs in his ears and nose ring. if you were available right now you would let that nigga suck your soul like an oxtail off the bon-

"i had you first, I'm not finna respect shit hermosa" grabbing your hand while giving it a kiss connie made eye contact with you as he bit his bottom lip to lean in and give you a kiss but ends up kissing your cheek instead when you turn your face away from him. this angered him a bit causing him to rope his hand around your throat and pull you towards him to look him in the face.

"stop playin with me hermosa.. you're mine regardless who you're with you understand me foo'?" rolling your eyes at his tendencies you looked right at him "leave th-" "y/n." touching noses with you now with how close he was with you, your top lips rubbing against each other. cutting you off by calling you your name you knew he was being dead serious.

"stop playin wit me." his heavy accent made the air even more tense, staring back at him then flicking your eyes to the side and catching the clock on his dashboard seeing that you've been out here with him too long. "leave the premises." moving his hand away from your neck you stared at him before exiting the car, walking back towards the house connie watched your every move from the way your thick ass jiggled and the way your chest would bounce.

biting his lip he would simply slam his hand against the steering wheel then drive off while sending you a text.

going back inside and finishing up the cooking where you left off you grab your phone after getting yet another texting this time it simply said 'bet.' sighing then putting your phone down you jump at the sound of a shatter. turning around you see shawn knocking off a plant.

"sorry.. ill buy you a new one" "how are you going to replace it when you don't even have money?" putting your hand on your hip giving him a glare. you were up to here with him and his lazy ass having to baby him 24/7. "here you go with this shit bro always complaining" shaking his head he went upstairs and slammed the room door.

shrugging not caring about the situation you finished up the food eating alone then headed upstairs to fall asleep. laying down in you fuzzy sleep shorts and bra you laid down.

for a while you stayed up thinking about connie and the way he was. you started getting a little horny so you turned over to check if shawn was awake. he was so you took that as a chance to ask if y'all could fuck and of course he obliged.

nigga didn't even last for 15 minutes then knocked out not even making you cum.

frustrated you got up slipping on a pair of slides and a oversized. grabbing your car keys you drove away heading towards connie's house. upon arriving you knocked on the door, after he took too long to answer you were about to go back home till he opened the door and showed himself only in a pair of joggers that were hanging low on his waist. he leaned against the door while smirking down at you.

"you shouldn't be here hermosa, don't you have a boyfriend?" sucking your teeth at him you leaned up and hook your hand in the back of his head pulling at his hair and kissing him. to which he responded by kissing you back and picking you up shutting the door behind him with his foot while bringing you inside.

walking towards his room while rubbing onto your ass with one hand and the other rubbing your cunt through your shorts from the back. finally landing you on the bed and pulling back from the kiss he licked his lips "i knew you had some sense in you bonita, ditching your boyfriend to come to your real man." spreading your thighs con slid your shorts off and pulled at your thong making it snap back onto your skin.

hissing you glared at him "shut up and fuck me con" leaning up onto your knees you tugged onto his pants while looking up at him. looking down at you connie grinned and rubbed your face with his thumb "con? what happened to daddy?" tugging your head back with his hand in your hair connie slapped you.

"what happened to that little boyfriend of yours hm? he didn't fuck that pussy good enough?" snapping your head to the side after the slap you licked your lip then stared back at him "just fuck me daddy." choking him while saying so then sliding your thong off slowly giving him a tease then flipping around to lay your top half of your stomach on the bed and arching your back.

"mierda~ its soo fatt" rubbing onto your ass he slid his pants down then jerked off his length. rubbing his thumb between to see how you wet you were then sucked in a breath. finally sliding all 9 inches inside you cunt while throwing his head back and groaning "i miss this, you feel so good hermosaa~" moaning lightly from the stretch you bit your lip at his words.

thrusting deep with malice connie was making sure you were gonna take all of him, grinning cockily from seeing you grip the sheets with a shake in your legs.

he was taken aback when you started fucking him back, your thick ass rippling against his stomach causing him to be pushed back a bit of the bed. moaning aloud you turned your head to look back at him while sticking your tongue out. slapping your ass with both hands connie watched in awe.

"show the fuck out thennn~" fucking into you with more force now, he pushed his hand on your lower back to make your stomach completely lay on the bed so your arch could be higher. gripping on the back of your neck and looking down where you guys were connected he groaned at the sight of the white ring starting to appear around his dick.

meanwhile you were letting out the loudest moans from connie hitting you in places you didn't know you had. reaching your hand down between your legs you started to rub on that neglected bud and sped up your hips and fucking back into connie harder. "fuckkkk~ it feels so good baby~" whimpering into the sheets all you could do was grip on them when connie encouraged you to go harder.

"fuck me~ fuckkk me~ fuckk me hermosaa~" throwing his head back in a bliss he had one hand on your waist while the other had grabbed his phone and started recording. "you look so pretty all sexy and shit for me~" rubbing your ass then pulling all the way out till only the tip was left and slammed back in and repeatedly as well. this caused you to let out a scream with tears forming in your eyes from the amount of pleasure you were going through.

"you gone break up with him righ?" lifting one of your legs up in the air making you turn on your side, placing your hand on his stomach while rolling your eyes back. "righ'?!~" slapping your clit with his hand causing you to cry out and nod yes "imma break up with him i swear~" smiling at your words he pointed the camera to your face and slammed repeatedly into you without letting up till he saw you cumming all over him. following alongside you and letting a out a whimper, he pulled out and slapped his dick on your mound then stopped recording.

"you okay hermosa?" rubbing your eyes to wipe your tears connie leaned down to kiss you then waited for an answer. "m-mhmm~" wrapping your arms around him you smiled.

"let me take you home sweet thing."

★ ★ ★

"y/n you can't just break up with me and leave" shawn was crying hysterically after you gave him the news, but mostly because if you left he would have to depend oh himself and be broke. "i just did." grabbing his bags and putting them outside while kicking him out. while shawn was outside picking up his stuff he turned to see connie. "what are you doin here?" shawn knew who connie was because he had seen you and connie and how close ya'll were before you and shawn dated. "oh you don't know?" ...

"i took my girl back from you."

The plot is giving🙆🏽‍♀️

Dear Billy

Chapter One:

The Hawkins Virgin

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!Reader (this is AU of Billy. Just saying.)

Summary: Billy Hargrove was Hawkin's resident "Bad Boy", and he loved to give you hell. Your relationship started May 1985, and ended July 1985. Or did it?

Rating: M+, Slow Burn

May 1st, 1985.

The heat from Hawkins, Indiana was unrelenting. You could feel the sweat at the back of your neck begin to perspire. You grunted lowly as you turned the key to your car in a moment of frustration The engine cut out, and you sat for just a moment. Wanting to curse your beat-up vehicle for its lack of working A/C, you sighed pulling the lever to free yourself from the heat box. You needed to remind yourself that there was only a month left of being stuck within the walls of Hawkins High. Thankfully, it was the last year you had to endure the right-before-summer heat wave. As a senior, there were many things you were looking forward to - no more shitty school food, no more rules or social structure. That, above all things, was the thing you hated most. The categories of Jock, Losers, and Nerds - it was all but interesting to you. Taking a deep breath, you knew you were already late - no reason to dwell on what was from a month from now. You swung your bookbag over your shoulder, strapping your walkman to your belt loop. Slowly, you placed the headphones over your ears to drown out the lifeless talk of the parking lot. You half-smiled, your favorite song just happened to be on - Nena was your favorite artist these days, and you had no problem with that. You could listen to 99 red balloons on repeat if it were up to you. Letting out one last sigh, you made your way to the doors to hell. Your eyes searched the parking lot, catching a glimpse of teens gathering. As you walked up the steps you had begun to reach for the door, until suddenly a hand overtook your own around the handle. Startled, your headphones fell, and you felt a strike of frustration.

"Hey-!" You scoffed, "Do you mind-"

You turned your eyes to see the bane of your existence.

Billy Hargrove. You rolled your eyes, dropping your hand. It didn't take long until he smirked at you, he loved getting under your skin, and you knew that was the only reason he went for the door at the same time as you.

"I don't mind at all, angel." He spoke lowly, "Did I interrupt your witch ritual?"

You fake laughed, "Real funny."

"You've always got that scowl on your face," He opened the door, motioning you in, "And those headphones stay glued to your ears."

"What's it matter to you." You shoved past him, hitting his shoulder.

"Oh, how you wound me." Billy laughed behind you, "And here I opened the door for you like a gentleman."

"What would you like a treat?" You cocked your eyebrow, "Looking for a 'good boy'?"

"Oh don't give me hope." Billy lulled.

"Whatever, Hargrove." You shook your head, walking away from his presence.

"Think about me in your home room." He called out.

You rolled your eyes again, wondering if the prick would ever leave you alone. You sat slouched in your chair, half-listening to Mrs. Piper's rattle on about World History. Your eyes stared at the clock in the corner of the room, only five more minutes and you were free. Your mind drifted to Billy from this morning, your nerves still heated from the exchange. Most days it didn't get to you, but lately, it had begun too much to handle. Billy Hargrove was always teasing you for some reason, always finding a new button to push. Never in your life had someone got under your skin as he did, and for some reason, it brought him immense joy to get you riled up and angry. Billy was known by many as the charmer of Hawkins High, even the teachers were wrapped around his finger. Just last semester you had heard through the grapevine that he didn't talk out of not one, but all of his failing grades. It baffled you in a way, just how smoothly someone could talk themselves out of a bad situation. Part of it was of course his charm, but as much as it pained you to even think if - the man had sex appeal. There was an infamous rumor about him and Mrs. Wheeler - but you weren't sure if something that bizarre could be true. Your thoughts were interrupted by the school bell, and you were thankful before they went to a place you definitely didn't want to think about when it came to Billy. Grabbing your things rather quickly, you rushed out of the classroom to book it to the parking lot. You were glad the day was done but remembered that you needed to wait longer outside of Hawkins High - it was your day to pick up your kid brother. It didn't take long for you to make it to your car, You hopped in without hesitation and without talking to a single soul. You waited with the window down, and you rummaged through your bag to try and find a book to read. The peace and quiet of the parking lot didn't last long as you heard the revving engine of the infamous Hargrove Camaro. Letting out an aggravated sigh, the search for a book came to a halt. You could hear the echo of "Nothing but a good time" blaring through the speaker as the car pulled up next to you. You kept your eyes forward, knowing Billy was smirking at you already.

"This bothering you?" He yelled.

You shook your head, not dignifying an audible response. You waited, looking forward - hoping your brother would hurry up. Relief hit you as your hope came quicker than expected. Your brother stumbled out of the doors, surrounded by "Hellfire Club" You shook your head, wishing he wouldn't hang out with those kids - but you weren't the one to tell him that. You watched as your brother had his arm around Max Mayfield, Billy's sister. You looked Billy's way, and you watched him take a long puff of his cigarette. His eyes met you with a grin, blowing the smoke from his lips.

"Shit." Your brother exasperated, "Why are you picking me up? It's hotter than Satan's ass in your car."

"Shut up." You scoffed, "Get in before I leave you here twerp."

He threw his bag inside, slamming the door behind him as he got in reluctantly. You heard the revving of Billy's car, and you turned to see him and Max quickly drive off. Curiosity got the best of you.

"So you and Mayfield a thing?" You quipped, "Seatbelt."

"What?" He exclaimed, "No way in hell. She's dating Lucas."

You raised your arms, "Oh well excuse me."

"What about you and Billy?" He punched your arm, "Everyone knows he wants to get in your pants."

Your face contorted in disgust, knowing your kid brother even knew what that meant, "Don't be gross."

"Yeah, sure." He scoffed, "Mom said you're taking me to the Party at the football field tonight."

"What?" You furrowed your brow, "No I am not."

"Don't be an asshole." Your brother whined.

"Excuse me?" You started your car.

"You know what I mean," he pleaded, "It's just there's this girl, and she's going to be there, and the group has a plan."

"A plan?" You asked, "What kind of plan?"

"None of your business!" He exclaimed, "Look, I never ask you for anything, for once can you be the cool older sister that takes me?"

You contemplated, wondering if you subject yourself to Hawkins High schoolers getting drunk and stupid. A part of you instantly wanted to tell him, no, but the sentimental part of you knew that you didn't have much longer to take your kid brother to school events.

"Fine." You sighed, "One hour."

Before you had time to react, he leaped over, kissing your cheek - instantly disgusted you shoved him off.

"One. Hour." You repeated, "I'm serious."

"Yes, totally." He said excitedly, "this is going to be fucking awesome."

"LANGUAGE." Your mouth dropped, "If mom heard you say-"

"Mom's not here, don't be such a prude." He laughed.

You shook your head in disbelief, wondering when your nerdy brother became more mature overnight.

As you pulled up to the football field, everything in you screamed to turn around. There were kegs every few feet, and horny high school teenagers dancing on the outskirts of the field. You had wondered if maybe you should take your brother home, a he might've been too young for this kind of thing. But the moment you opened your mouth to explain to him that the two of you should go, he had already left your car in a hurry.

"BE BACK IN AN HOUR." You yelled after him.

You took a big breath, turning the key out of the ignition. As you made your way to the swarm of people, your eyes caught the figure of someone upside down from the keg. You winced in disgust, wondering how anyone could enjoy such a thing. You turned your head slightly, and somehow you were not surprised in the slightest. There was Billy Hargrove, upside down on top of the keg - surrounded by chanting high schoolers. You couldn't pull your eyes away for some reason, watching as he stood right side up, beer dripping from his lips. You shook your head in almost disappointment. But this was who he was. Even Steve was patting him on the back.

"New record man." Steve shouted, "Let's hear it for Hargrove."

The swarm of people erupted in drunken cheers. You stood with your arms crossed as Billy's eyes met your own, he grinned proudly.

"Do my eyes deceive me?" Billy walked towards you.

Your eyes drifted, seeing his glistened torso under his leather jacket. You shook your head, wondering how he wasn't dying of heat stroke. The nighttime was no less unrelenting when it came to this Hawkins Weather.

"Eyes up here, Angel." Billy's voice broke your gaze.

"So tell me," You clicked your tongue, "Were you planning to showcase your talent to Dartmouth for admissions?"

"I don't even know what that is." Billy grinned, "So jokes on you."

"It's a prestigious school, Billy." You furrowed your brow.

"Now now," He smirked, "You should know better. I would never subject myself to-"

"Potential?" You quipped, trying to hide your smile - feeling rather pleased with your wit.

Billy cocked his head in a sarcastic smile, "You do you, princess. I'll do me."

"Or you could do her, Hargrove." Josh Daniels, Billy's sidekick - and well-renowned asshole piped up.

"Excuse me?" You felt a pang of anger.

"Why not?" Josh drunkenly laughed, "Everyone knows you're the last virgin of Hawkins High."

Suddenly you froze, he hit the very nerve that followed you throughout your whole high school life. It was something that was talked about often, and something you were often taunted about. Your blood ran cold as laughter began to surround you. Your eyes met Billy's, and his expression was surprisingly in shock. You did the only thing you could and walked away. You pushed yourself through the sea of people, wanting nothing else but to hide away in your car until your stupid brother was done with his shenanigans.

"Hey, Wait up-" Billy called out after you.

Your brow furrowed, turning back to him with a glare of death.

"Leave me alone, Hargrove." You warned, "Go back to your keg."

"Hey, would you just-" His hand gripped your forearm, "Hold on a second."

"Why?" You spat, "So you can relish in the fact?"

"What do you mean-"

"Yes. I am a virgin. So what." You scoffed, "It just goes to show how meaningless your lives are to talk about one girl's sexual status-"

"Hey." Billy placed a hand over your mouth to silence you, "I didn't know."

Your brow furrowed in confusion.

"That wasn't cool of Josh. Alright?" Billy sighed, "I can tease, but I am no asshole."

You raised a brow.

"Okay, so I can be an asshole." He smirked, "But I'm not that kind of an asshole. I'm sorry about him."

His hand dropped slowly, and you suddenly had nothing to say. Part of you was doubtful of his sudden niceness, but you were too tired to question it in all honesty. Part of you felt attracted to him, but there was no way you could admit to that. So instead, you found the nearest form of alcohol.

"Hey, what-" Billy started, as you dunk a red cup into a barrel of alcohol, "I wouldn't-"

You ignored him, throwing the concoction of strong liquor down your throat. Your eyes screwed shut, feeling the burn as it went down.

"It's really strong." Billy chuckled.

You blinked slowly, already feeling the buzz in your head. Tossing the cup to the side, you started to walk to your car.

"Hey, where are you-"

"My Car, Hargrove. What's it look like?" You scoffed.

"Leaving so soon?" He chuckled once again.

"No I am going to hide in my car-" You opened the door, sitting quickly inside, "Until my idiot brother is done."

You shooed him away with your hands, but you watched as he walked in front of your car towards the passenger side.

"Whoa whoa, no-" You protested, as he opened the passenger side and sat down, "Get out."

"Can't I keep you company?" He turned, placing his hand on the back of your headrest.

"No. You cannot." You pointed, "Get out please."

"Just a few minutes." He smiled, "I am harmless, I promise."

"Why do you insist on giving me hell every day of my life." You rolled your eyes, looking forward.

You saw from the corner of your eye, Billy placing a cigarette in his mouth - lighting it within seconds.

"Because it's one of the things this town has to offer." He mumbled as the cigarette moved, "It's fun."

You watched as he took a long drag, blowing the smoke from his lips moments later. You watched as he took each hit, studying his lips as he blew the smoke out.

"Want a puff?" He smirked, holding the cigarette to you.

"I don't smoke." You looked to the death stick, wondering how he could subject himself to it. As much as you tried to ignore it, it was partially attractive. But you didn't let yourself go there.

"Give it a try." He smirked.

You took a moment of hesitation, looking at the cigarette. But you knew that this was what everyone talked about, your high school days were for exploring. You took it in your hands, placing it to your lips you breathed in - coughing instantly, you offered the habit back to Billy. You heard his laughter fill your car.

"Not for everyone I guess." He smirked, "What do you have playing?"

He reached to your stereo, clicking the button to play. You forgot you had The Police in.

"Every Breath you take, Huh?" Billy raised a brow, "Interesting."

"Why interesting?" You questioned, "You think I listen to Cyndi Lauper?"

Billy raised his hands in defense, "You've got taste. Color me surprised."

Shaking your head, you watched the teenagers stumble over each other, but your eyes stopped to see Steve and Cynthia Rawlins making out, his hands gripping every part of her.

"Oh god." Billy grumbled, "Don't tell me that's why."

"What?" You looked at him in confusion.

"Harrington." Billy blew smoke, "Don't tell me he's the reason for your celibacy."

You almost laughed, "Definitely not."

"Thank god." Billy groaned, "Every chick here fawns over Harrington."

"As if they down fawn over you too." You scoffed.

"Do you?" Billy nearly whispered, and you felt his gaze burn into you.

You fell silent, swallowing hard - wondering how you could come up with some witty response.

"No." Was all that fell out.

You looked back at him, and you watched his lips curve slowly into a smile.

"What?" You cleared your throat.

"You hesitated," Billy smirked.

"No, I did not." You nervously laughed, "You're delusional."

He laughed lowly, "If you say so."

"I do." You held your head high.

"Alright." Billy tried to hold in laughter.

"What is so funny?" You looked at him in frustration, "You are the last guy on earth I would ever-"

He looked back at you, causing your sentence to come to a halt.

"Shut up." You blurted out.

He laughed once again, "Hey, no judgment. You're fawn-worthy too."

"Okay." You pushed his arm, "time to go."

"Why is that?" Billy teased, "Afraid something might happen?"

"What?" you furrowed your brow.

"The very thing that made you a statue moments ago. Are you afraid something would happen?" Billy questioned.

"No." You blurted out, "If you think I am some prude afraid to have sex you are wrong."

"Then why wait?" Billy placed his hand on the back of your seat again.

Your heart rate began to pick up speed. The question he asked you was something you asked yourself often. It wasn't for any big reason, in all honesty, it just never happened for you - and no one had caught your attention, and there was not that big of a selection when it came to Hawkins High.

"I don't know." You choked out, "I guess I didn't want to sleep with any of the neanderthals here."

Billy's hand made its way to your own, playing softly with your fingers. Your throat suddenly felt hot, and your eyes couldn't look away from his fingers dancing with yours.

"You know," Billy said softly, "I am, technically, not from Hawkins."

You almost smiled, "California is no better, Hargrove."

"Is that so?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, it is." You whispered, "Never, in a million years."

His face inched closer to you, and you almost felt out of breath. You could smell the smoke, with a mix of his cologne and beer. It caused your heart to flutter, which seemed silly in retrospect, but at the moment - his lips just inches from yours, the smell had flooded your senses and you couldn't be happier. You felt a sense of courage, nearing closer to him - your lips hovering over his.

"You know, it would be an honor," Billy whispered, his lips beginning to touch yours.

It sent a tingling sensation to your core, your mind now running wild with thoughts. You wondered how he would taste, wondered what it would be like to give yourself over to none other than Billy. Billy Hargrove. Confusion hit you along with curiosity, this was the man that drove you wild for the past few months. But there was a sense of excitement in every bicker match the two of you had. Your eyes closed as you felt his hot breath tickle your lips, you were ready to hand yourself over - and you knew it could've been the strong alcohol you had consumed, but at this moment you didn't care. Your lips played a game of edging as the two of you exchanged breathing. Then it happened, his lips touched yours - the taste of smoke and beer flooded you, and it was damn near heavenly. Your hands pulled from his, making their way into the curls of hair. Your tongues danced in heated pleasure, fighting for dominance as you collided with each other over and over again. A soft moan left your lips, something about this felt forbidden, which made it all the better. He pulled from you, causing your eyes to fly open in confusion.

"Still wanting to wait?" Billy questioned.

"No." You smiled, gripping the lapels of his jacket you crashed your lips to him once more.

"Oh my god. GROSS."

Terror struck you, your eyes flying open once again to look at the front of your car. There stood your brother, along with Max Mayfield -the both of them staring in utter disgust.

I need to keep this so I can find it😂

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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TWO: G & G.

You know that there are those in the world who strike fear into people’s hearts and souls.

But you’ve never seen anyone react to a single human being the way they do the duo that struts into the bar in their leather cowboy boots. 

You’ve never seen the saloon so quiet and still before then when the duo steps into the scene. A tumbleweed could blow by with how silent it is.

Everyone’s eyes stay planted on the tall, handsome men oozing with confidence and intimidation standing among the swinging doors, appearing like sexy phantoms in the night.

There stands Geto Suguru, the 6’4 long-haired gunslinger with the perfect, black locks that cascade down his broad shoulders and back, seductive eyes, and skillful hands that he hides behind two riding gloves.

He usually is seen riding a black Bronco that is just as big as him and sporting a black cape with black riding pants, boots, and a low-brim cowboy hat. Black fits him so damn well. The only thing that isn’t black on him is the red vest that is so low-cut that you can see the outline of his pecs. 

Beside him is his partner (and lover as it’s rumored) Gojo Satoru, the lean, confident, cocky, blindfolded bandit standing at 6’3 with snow-white hair, a sly smile, leather gloves that hide some skillful and deadly hands, and a blindfold covering his eyes that have never been seen but are said to make a man go cold with fear where he stands.

In contrast to Geto, the white-haired cowboy is doused in colors: a denim jacket that matches his slacks where a star-shaped belt buckle hangs from his crotch; brown boots with spurs; a red bandana wrapped around his neck; and a white cowboy hat sits low on his head. He, too, has his own horse: a brown Bronco that is recognizable from its hooves clicking across the ground.  

They are a match made in heaven and hell. Handsome, skillful, and deadly. They are known for their impressive yet terrifying speed when it comes to cocking and shooting their pistols. You’ve heard of them killing all kinds of wanted criminals and even other gunslingers in other counties.

Everyone knows them and so do you. 

If a record was playing, the damn thing would be scratching by now with the way the saloon reacts to seeing the gunslingers in the flesh. Whispers begin to rise from the silence, including from Yuki, Mai, and Maki who have wandered over. “Oh, my God,” Mai gasps. “It’s the Gunslingers!” 

“What the hell are they doin’ here?” Maki wonders aloud, peering at them from behind her spectacles. “Are they lookin’ for someone? I thought they had been arrested!” 

And they did, last year. At some point, the articles of gunslingers, corporation owners, and high rollers found dead with bullets in them and a note from “G & G” left at the scene stopped when they were arrested after that train heist. And you know it has everything to do with their connection to your boss. 

“Who cares?” Yuki dreamily sighs as she stares at the gunslingers with heart eyes. “I get to admire them in person now! Aren’t they delicious?” 

“Keep it in your pants, Yuki,” Choso grumbles, tugging on a lock of the blonde’s hair as she giggles. “They ain’t even all that.” 

“Of course not,” Yuki purrs, making Choso blush. “Not above you, Chosi, but a cowboy hat would do you so well!”

Even you will admit that the “wanted dead or alive” posters don’t do them justice: they are fine as all hell, straight out of a woman’s wet dreams. But they are also outlaws. And you despise outlaws…for personal reasons. 

The duo begins to look around the silent saloon, Gojo’s head slowly turning despite his blindfold. When his head turns toward you, you feel as if the air has been stolen from your very lungs. Despite the fabric covering his eyes, you feel as if he sees you. All of you. 

Gojo nudges Geto with his elbow before waltzing over to the bar, his boots thudding across the hardwood floor. Geto follows, ignoring the whispers and stares in their wake. The piano has begun to pick up again, but it does nothing to ease the tension swimming in the air. Quickly, you turn to face your drink while the girls scatter to work, leaving you to fend for yourself. 

Geto sits on the stool beside you while Gojo takes the one beside him. You feel the air around you become stiff and tense as the cowboys settle into their seats. “So what’s a cowboy gotta do to get a drink round here?” Gojo asks with a smirk. “Can ya help a guy out, miss?”

He gives Shoko a flirty look, not knowing that this girl is gay as hell. “I could damn sure try,” she replies, barely giving him a smile. “What will you fellas have?” 

“I’ll take a Long Island iced tea,” Gojo says then laughs. “Just kiddin’! A beer, please.”

Geto takes a moment to examine the shelves of alcohol behind Shoko. He then looks at your pretty drink. “I’ll take what the lady is havin’,” he answers. “Actually, what is that you got there, miss?” 

His dark, enchanting eyes meet yours and you ignore the butterflies they invoke inside of you. “Whiskey smash,” you blandly reply.

He hums thoughtfully at the name. “Hm…is it good?” You tick your eyes at him briefly, secretly admiring his features. “If you like your whiskey with some sweetness to it, sure.”

A slow smirk appears on his face. “Oh, I definitely do,” he drawls. “I like sweetness with my everything.” 

You swallow hard, so sure you have a cherry pit in your throat. Gojo chuckles from beside his partner, flashing you a white-toothed smile. “Oooh, me too. I’ll third that order, ma’am!” Shoko nods and shoots you a look before wandering off to fix the drinks. 

You do your best to keep calm and act normal, sipping your drink and trying to relax. At some point, the silence becomes thicker, prompting one of the gunslingers to speak on it. “Welcomin’ place,” Gojo sniggers. “I feel so at home.”

Geto quietly chuckles from between you and Gojo. “Let’s just settle, Satoru. We won’t be here long.” 

‘Settle what?’ you wonder, but you know that they are here for Kento. Shoko comes back with the frothy, red drinks, lowering them in front of the gunslingers. 

“Thank you kindly,” Gojo chirps before taking a sip. Geto nods his thanks but doesn’t drink his right away. Instead, he goes into his pocket and retrieves a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it and slides it across the bar to Shoko. “I don’t suppose you know who this guy is,” he says. 

You peek down at the paper, finding it to be a “Wanted” poster with your BF and boss looking back at you. Kenzo aka “Valentine” looks much different than when you met him. On the poster, he is clean and shaven, has longer, shaggier hair, and has a distinguished scar on his left eye.

But of course, this is the gunslinger who robbed people blind and just pulled a train heist and massacre in the town of Cherrywood a year before with his crew, Geto, and Gojo. The man who takes his place now is Kenzo, a humble saloon owner who sometimes dabbles in illegal activity to fund his saloon.  

Valentine, a criminal on the lamb and your outlaw boyfriend, is known for using his looks, charm, and violence to get what he wants. He is a man who loves money, women, and jewels. As a notorious criminal and outlaw, he has bounced from place to place, county to county, robbing folks and then laying low before starting again. 

He was arrested for robbing the Cherrywood regional train and having his crew massacre all of its employees and riders before you met him. Originally, he was given a fifty-year sentence but escaped after serving five weeks just by seducing a male prison guard and then knocking him out to steal the cell keys. 

You were hot on his trails when he showed up Blackwater a year later and met you in a whorehouse that you purposely took a job in since he frequented those. He took one look at you and immediately fell in love with you (and your body), proposing you a job at his saloon. “You could be mine,” he told you. “My girl.” You agreed and the rest is history. 

“I’ve heard of him, yes,” Shoko replies as she cleans a glass. 

“Is it possible you’ve seen him around?” Geto ponders aloud. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but he escaped Cherrywood a year ago after robbin’ a train and massacrin’ everyone in it. He’s wanted in about nine different counties.”

Shoko takes another brief look at the poster before someone flags her down from down at the bar. Saved by the bell. “I can’t say I have seen him, fellas,” she apologetically says. “‘Scuse me.” 

She hurries off, leaving you with the two cowboys. “How about you, ma’am?” Geto asks, passing the poster to you. “You recognize this face by any chance?” You look down, studying Valentine’s face.

You have, but first, you need to read these guys. “I’ve seen him in the posters, but not in person. May I ask why you two are here?” 

You keep it casual and curious, making sure you don’t sound too suspicious. “We were paid by a private source to track down Valentine for his crimes,” Geto vaguely explains. 

“And for personal business,” Gojo adds with a smirk. “You see, we were in, uh…business with Valentine some time ago and never got our cut.”

He doesn’t need to go any more into detail than that. You know exactly what he’s talking about. “We don’t like bein’ played with,” he says, his voice dipping an octave, sending a chill down your spine. “Or when someone’s money is funny, so we came here to exchange words with him.” 

‘Words or bullet?’ you want to ask, but you instead bite your tongue and sip your drink. 

“We’ve been told he was last seen in this town,” Geto explains. “We figured everyone comes to saloons so why not check here?” He slides the poster away from you, a kind yet flirty smile crossing his beautiful face. “But even if he isn’t, we can still enjoy a drink with a pretty lady.” 

You roll your eyes, having heard that line before. “Does that line work with all the girls?” you scoff. Gojo coughs up his whiskey as he laughs, but Geto doesn’t take it to heart. In fact, he chuckles.  “I see not with you,” he replies. 

“I like that,” Gojo states once he’s recovered, his blindfolded eyes set dead on you. “You’ve gotta be the first person who isn’t scared of us or tryin’ to jump in bed with us.”

You passively shrug, twirling your tongue around the rim of the glass. “I’ve been around gunslingers in my time.” 

At this, the duo share a look unbeknownst to you, quite interested in the pretty thing sitting with them at the bar. “Oh, really?” Gojo drawls and you realize your mistake. “Any of these encounters you’d care to share, little lady? I’m quite interested.”

Geto nods, his gaze like molten fire. “I am too.” 

You suddenly feel your mouth grow dry and your cheeks become hot. Your body reacts in a way it never has with any man you’ve been with, not even your first love! The way they continue to stare at you, giving you their undivided and unwanted attention, is even worse.

What is wrong with you?

Luckily, your boss comes to the rescue, barreling up to the bar like he wasn’t watching the duo from afar and shaking in his boots. 

“Oh, gentlemen!” he shouts, giving them both a hard, eager handshake. “Welcome, welcome! Can I offer you two another drink or a dance free of charge?”

Gojo ignores him like he isn’t even talking, leaving Geto to handle this. “Thanks, but no thanks,” he says, plastering on a kind smile. “We’re here for some information about him.” 

He passes Kenzo the poster and you watch in real time as the color in your boyfriend’s face drains. “Have you seen this guy anywhere?” Geto asks, squinting at him.

Gojo peers at him from under his hat, his stare intense even with the blindfold covering his eyes. Kenzo clears his throat and leans in to whisper to Geto. You pretend to ignore them though you secretly strain to hear. “Let’s talk in private,” he whispers. “Even the walls have ears, I’m afraid.” 

Geto nods and nudges to Gojo who sighs and downs the rest of his drink. To your shock, Geto puts a hand out to you for a shake. Though hesitantly, you take his hand and feel the room grow hotter than a sauna when he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “It was a pleasure meetin’ you, ma’am,” he softly says. “Hopefully, we’ll cross paths again.” 

His eyes gleam as he tips his hat at you, leaving Gojo to follow Kenzo upstairs. Gojo doesn’t follow right away, instead digging into his pocket for some coins and placing them on the bar in front of you. “For your drinks and yours,” he says with a crooked smile. “Have a good night, little miss.” 

Then, just like Geto, he leaves as if he didn’t just steal the air you breathe with it. It takes a moment to get your head back, but once you do, you down the rest of your drink and get up from your seat. Shoko catches your eye and gives you a look, her eyes telling you a message: 

“Don’t get caught,” she warns you. “And don’t get killed.” 

You nod, blowing her a kiss, before following your boss and the duo upstairs.

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