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See, thatโ€™s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I donโ€™t wanna
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ยฉ aomiiine. all written works belong to me & arenโ€™t allowed to be copied, translated or modified + viewerโ€™s discretion is always advised.

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YOU HAVE (2) MATCHES!

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after you match with your ex boyfriend and your childhood best friend on a dating app and somehow double-book them for the same night, you canโ€™t be surprised when they both arrive on your doorstep with the intent ofโ€ฆ reconnecting.

warnings. mdni. fem!reader, ex boyfriend!xavier, childhood best friend!caleb, threesome, pwp, possessiveness, pet names, very ooc situation that was lowkey inspired by the movie challengers, they fight over you like crazy, praise kink, spit kink, oral ( m + f receiving ), eiffel tower, cowgirl dp, very very very unprotected, implied multiple rounds, a little mxm at the endโ€ฆ

a/n. this is my 2k special :D thank you guys for reading my writing, i hope this fic isnโ€™t too freaked outโ€ฆ. LMFAO. thereโ€™s genuinely no plot here itโ€™s just filthโ€ฆ we listen and we donโ€™t judge

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Like either the best or worst things do, it all started with a bottle of red wineโ€ฆ and a romance novel.

But mostly the alcohol. You swear it.

After all, dating apps were never your style. You had some standards when it came to that sort of thing. You wouldnโ€™t have been caught dead scrolling through a catalog of half-hearted selfies and suspiciously vague biosโ€”if not for the liquid courage coursing through your veins and the far too detailed scenes that had your alcohol-clouded brain wandering into very dangerous territory.

Memory lane, more specifically. It was a treacherous place to be these days, and right now, it stretched endlessly before you, a boulevard littered with the ghosts of your jaded love lifeโ€”one that, admittedly, had seen more dust than action in recent months.

Looking left, youโ€™d find the innocence of it all. The firsts. The butterflies. The late-night texts and sweet moments spent together that still made your heart stutter.

And to the right? Well. Thatโ€™s where things got a little more interesting.

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BOSSโ€™S WIFE

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เป’๊’ฐเพ€เฝฒใฃห• -๏ฝก๊’ฑเพ€เฝฒเงง โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๐๐Ž๐๐“๐„๐!๐‘๐€๐ w fem!reader whoโ€™s his bossโ€™, Mikeyโ€™s, wife. warning(s) -> angst. nsfw. mdni. ran x reader + mikey x reader. infidelity obvly. a lil bit apathetic reader. dark themes(prostitution mention, drugs, murder). hints of lovesick ran. unrequited love from ran to reader. one-night stand vibes. near death experience. cheater!reader ig. alleged cheater!mikey. thereโ€™s some slowburn cs youโ€™re stubborn. miscommunication between mikey and reader. endearments (darling, princess, etc.). car sex. praise. a lot of plot. i dont condone cheating whatsoever. not proofread. wc is 4.5k

authorโ€™s comment. mmyyeaahh so i def have a fav haitani now + urghhh not too happy w this BUT i liked exploring the idea

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It was hours past midnight, the city cold and humid from recent rain that had stopped minutes ago. You sat beside your husband, Manjiro โ€˜Mikeyโ€™ Sano, on the couch of the isolated jazz club that he owned. He was talking business with some other yakuza men, something about delivery and drugs, perhaps a brief topic of prostitution exchange.

The unsettling environment wasnโ€™t out of the ordinary for you anymore, not since youโ€™ve known Mikey. Youโ€™ve stuck to him since middle schoolโ€”more like he made you stick to him. But you never really made an effort to leave.

He satisfied you enough, your needs, emotionally and physically. Nothing made you feel better than the feeling of being needed, and your husband was the same. He needed an anchor, a reason to be. Coincidentally, you were willing to be both.

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Mikey in this fic lowkey

cock cage, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm

praedator! sylus who was sat down on a chair for an investigation, wrists held tight around his back by cuffs that his beloved enforcer graciously placed on him. He was whole-heartedly ready to keep his mouth shut and spilling sarcastically erotic words for this investigation but yet again, his enforcer was full of surprises. You chose to make this investigation a hands-on one, it seemed.

praedator! sylus whose saliva drools down the corner of his lips from all the ruthless teasing you gave him, heartlessly adding another body part of his to muzzle other than his mouth.

praedator! sylus who’s cock is achingly hard, pulsing in pure agony in its cage as it wept from the bulbous tip, flushed a deep shade of red bordering on purple from neglect. He curses you out, barks and growls at you to have you take off the muzzle and touch his bare cock. You could see how his hips jerked forward, thrashing around as much as his restraints allowed him too. And yet his feral threats only sounded yet needy pleas from the white haired praedator.

praedator! sylus who borderline whines and whimpers when you tease him long enough by denying him every single orgasm he was close to having. Even with a mere finger of yours running up and down the underside of his cock, praedator! sylus could feel his balls churning and drawing up tight, dangerously and embarrassingly close to exploding all over himself.

praedator! sylus who grunts and pants heavily like a dog when you bring his overstimulated dick to the brink of yet another climax, moaning out name like a curse and a prayer with his hoarse, baritone voice. His head thrown back would lean back forward when your fingers keep going on the agonising ministrations you provided to his erect cock, a light of hope that you’d lay mercy on him sparking in his lust-drunk mind. Hope that you’d consider finally letting him cum.

praedator! sylus who mumbles ‘yes’ repeatedly like a mantra when he feels himself inches away from spilling his load, the pads of your fingers rubbing insistently on his sensitive cockhead. His muscles flex, body tense as if bracing himself for the imminent impact that this orgasm would have on his body and mind—fuck, maybe his soul too. But you had to ruin it. Ruin the allusions of the most mind-blowing orgasm he might’ve had if you had just kept your hand moving. And now he’s a mess all over, hips bucking in the air and his rock-hard erection erupting like a fountain of thick pearly liquid of backed-up semen. His body spasms, laying back on the backrest of the chair as his thighs quiver with his entire body. His black pants are ruined, the concrete floor a lewd puddle of his baby batter that just kept flowing with each pulse of his cock and balls.

praedator! sylus whose mind turns so fucking hazy he can’t think of a single thought, only muttering promises of revenge at you while his crimson eyes remained unfocused, his vision of white spots forming as he threatened to pass out on you that very moment.

not my best work but its something lol sylus x reader sylus smut l&ds sylus sylus x reader smut sylus love and deepspace love and deepspace love and deepspace smut love and deepspace x reader love and deepspace x reader smut sylus x mc lnds lads l&ds lnds x reader smut lads x y/n lads x mc lads sylus