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I’m not a perfectionist, but finding a typo or a grammatical error in my own already-published fic is like stepping on a Lego honestly

[idk-what-youre-talking-about]

this is so beautiful

.. keep writing forever 💖💖💖

https://www.tumblr.com/idk-what-youre-talking-about/746966241787478016/your-eyes?source=share

Omg thank you sm- it was based off of my partner (very hot mans) 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

This means a lot tho, thank you 🙏 I absolutely love writing, it makes me so happy

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[idk-what-youre-talking-about]

I am writer

Asks are… 🥁 🥁 OPEN

Call me Quinn.

I’m a writer and a poet.

I usually write for female readers, but I may do gender neutral or male readers if I get an ask for it.

I’d like to believe my strong suit is smut, but I do also write angst, fluff, etc.

I would rather give up my firstborn child than say Y/N

I will likely only write if I get requests for it, but I will probably post something of my own if an idea sparks.

He re are links to the characters I write for plus the fandoms-

And here is my masterlist-

There isn’t that many at all but only because I recently started posting on here.

The asks section can be as wild as you want (to an extent?).

I don’t have that many kinks that I won’t do/don’t feel comfortable writing about, but I will still address the ask for it and state my reason(s) for not doing it.

Also, if you’re submitting an ask, it can be bland, but just don’t be upset if I write something different than what you were trying to project

So please have your character(s) and at least some sort of plot.

No reposting or anything pls <3

Reblogging is a-ok <3

[idk-what-youre-talking-about]

Thinking about how Choso eats you out like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get to

warnings: pussy eating, porn without plot kinda, erm I think that’s it. slight dirty talk. half- proofread. just drabbles. enjoy? or don’t. Lemme know if I missed any

Word count- 1k

He’d come back home from work a little while ago, and seeing you work on something on your laptop, your reading glasses on and hair in a messy bun-

That along with some exhaustion as well as some stress he needed to burn was enough to take you right then and there.

Choso was always a needy man, very clingy and sensitive. And if there was one thing he couldn’t go a day without, it was the sweet, sweet taste of your cunt.

You don’t remember exactly how it happened, but now your sweatpants are off, somewhere on the floor. Along with your panties. He had your legs pinned against your chest tightly, you couldn’t move them even if you really wanted to.

Choso had felt shivers the immediate second he saw your pretty cunt. He couldn’t help but lick a nice stripe up your wetness, groaning at the taste as you involuntarily twitched. And now you were the one shivering.

“Missed you…” he mumbles against your clit, which makes you squirm a bit. He places a kiss on the sensitive bud and your feet wobble in the air, unable to move your legs. “Cho…” you breathe out, already feeling dizzy.

“Mhm, I know. I’ll make you feel good, mm?”

You nod, and maybe it came out a little too eager because he chuckles softly before diving in.

You can’t help the mewl that escapes your lips once he delves his tongue into your wetness. With his nose prodding at your clit, his tongue slides in and out of your sweet cunt, slurping up your juices nonstop. His tongue swirling inside your gummy walls.

Once his teeth graze against your clit, you think you might just lose it.

Your hand flies down to grip onto his hair, eliciting a groan out of himself. He always liked when you grabbed ahold of his hair like this, almost pulling his mouth closer to your pussy. Wanting- no, needing more stimulation. It made him feel like you were in control, even at a time like this.

And come on, we can all agree that Choso enjoys being a bottom at least sometimes.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and you try your best to avoid looking directly at him. Because he’s just staring at you. Either that or just closing his eyes, enjoying the taste. His meal, per say.

You couldn’t ever look him straight in the eyes, it was still embarrassing even after all this time.

Your legs were squirming and wobbling, shaking from the pure pleasure. It was overwhelming. Like you were about to explode.

“Ch-Cho- f-fuck… fuck!”

Choso smiled against your cunt almost every time you’d murmur curses or his name, or both.

He had moved to sucking directly at your clit and you felt tears prick at your eyes. It was all beginning to be just a little too much. But in a good way?

He sucks hard, gripping tighter on your thighs in your attempt to get away.

Your breaths got shallower and more rapid, head thrashing from left to right on your pillow beneath you.

“Fu-uck!” You practically scream. Thank god you didn’t have thin walls.

Your grip on his hair had tightened significantly, beginning to subtly ride his face, embarrassed you might come off as too eager or needy. But Choso thought it was hot, how you were so desperate to take everything he was giving you, because he was willing to give it over and over, as many times as you wanted.

And besides, the grip you had on his hair was also really hot too. At least to him it was.

“Mmm…” he groans against your clit. “Come on, you can do it. Cum for me, princess.”

And if you had a nickel for every time you came right after him saying ‘princess’ to you, you’d probably have at least a dollar. And it was about to be a dollar and five cents.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, forcing the small tears from out of your eyes as you let out an almost pornographic scream. And I mean scream. You were almost certain you were seeing the pearly white gates of heaven, a place only Choso Kamo’s mouth could take you, before you were cumming all over his tongue. He wasted absolutely zero time as he slurped it all up so eagerly. You were twitching and jerking your hips wildly. Because damn did you cum easily when it was him.

Your grip on his hair had slowly loosened as you came down from your high.

But Choso kept lapping at your folds eagerly, causing the little bit of sanity left in your head to vanish. You had to pry his head away to get him to stop, he was just so addicted.

“Cho… please… I- can’t…”

Once his head finally lifted up from your cunt, and you couldn’t help but blush once you saw his face. Completely drenched in your slick from his nose down to his chin.

“Choso… you’re…”

You couldn’t even get out a full sentence at this point, partly from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and partly from the view of your slick all over his face. It was almost embarrassing, but- and you’d never admit this to yourself or him- it was kinda kinky.

He licks his lips and you feel your cunt squeeze around nothing. Around what you half wish was his mouth. Still slurping and swirling inside and around your pretty-

“I’ll run a bath.” Choso interrupted your thoughts.

“Y-yeah. That- uh… yeah.”

He chuckles, standing up, using his fingers to wipe the slick off his face. You almost moan as you see him then lick the slick off of his fingers. You can see a quite prominent wet spot on his jeans, but you don’t say anything about it. He walks into the bathroom, and you start to giggle once you hear the bath water turn on.

He comes back out a moment later, his pants off and underwear assumingly changed, in his boxers and nothing else. There is a bulge in his boxers, and you flush a little again.

He crawls up the bed towards your face, and kisses you softly, and you can’t help but moan as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Choso snuggles up next to you, resting his head on your chest, drawing little shapes into your semi- sensitive thighs and stomach.

After a couple minutes he murmurs into your ear, sitting up. “Baths ready.”

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- Your eyes

I see you when I see the stars. When I see the moon or just the sky in general.

And when you look at me with those eyes, everything feels so real.

So beautiful, as if your presence just makes everything else fall painfully short in comparison.

I constantly ask myself is this love?

But somehow, love just feels too bland.

Too plain to describe how I feel for you.

It’s not enough.

Love is something you feel after falling in love.

But I feel like I’ve been in love with you since forever.

But this feeling… this aching, churning sensation in my stomach, the feeling I get when you smile, when you say my name, when you even just look at me.

Can it really be something as simple as love?

And god, those eyes. The way the colors compliment the freckles on your face, the way they stand out especially when you smile.

When you look at me with those eyes, those terribly beautiful eyes, I want to stand my ground and keep looking back, but I always feel my knees weaken and my heart thump in my chest. Like if I don’t look away first, I’ll get all clammy and sweaty.

And they’re so pure too. The way you always have that tired look in your eyes, like you could fall asleep at any moment.

With every touch, every word, I feel that same burning sensation inside of me. That same feeling that just wants to scream, because I don’t know what else I could possibly do to express that feeling.

There will be a solar eclipse on Monday.

I hope we experience the next one together.