#It doesn’t feel like your pulling shit out of your ass????

[greengoblinswifey]

Valentine’s Plans

Rafe had been patient. Too patient. He knew exactly why you’d been acting like this, short replies, annoyed sighs, that little scoff whenever he so much as touched you. Valentine’s Day was in a few days, and he hadn’t asked you to be his Valentine yet.

He had a plan. A good one. But you didn’t know that.

So when he walked past the other Kooks and overheard you saying, “He’s such a pussy. I swear, if he doesn’t ask me, I’m done.”—Rafe saw red.

He bit his tongue, shoving his hands into his pockets. He wanted to call you out right then and there, but he wouldn’t. He’d make sure you felt stupid for ever doubting him.

Dinner was at the nicest restaurant on the island. Private booth, dim lighting, a box waiting on the table before you even sat down. A Vivienne Westwood necklace, because he knew you liked that shit. The cake came out after, white frosting with Be My Valentine? scrawled in red.

Rafe leaned back, watching you take it all in. Now he could be smug.

“Still think I’m a pussy?” he asked.

Your face burned, but you rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked, nudging the box toward you. “Say yes, or I’m taking that back.”

You huffed but reached for the necklace, letting your fingers run over the silver chain. “Obviously, yes.”

He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your cheek. “Good girl.”

You thought everything was fine until you got home.

The second you stepped inside, Rafe kicked the door shut behind you, gripping your jaw to tilt your face up.

“Gonna talk shit about me to my friends again?” he murmured, voice low.

You swallowed, pulse spiking. “Rafe—”

He smirked. “No, go ahead. Tell me more about how I’m a pussy.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

That night, you learned never to doubt Rafe Cameron. He made sure of it.

You were beneath him, writhing, your body burning under his touch as his thick cock fucked you deeper into the sheets. His breath was hot against your ear, his voice low and taunting.

“What was it you said?” he murmured, dragging his lips along your jaw, making you shiver. “I’m a pussy, huh?”

You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the fabric beneath you as you felt him pound into your sweet spot. “Rafe—”

His teeth scraped against your skin as he chuckled darkly. “No, no, sweetheart. Say it again.”

You shook your head, your body arching against him. “I didn’t mean it.”

He tsked, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you roughly onto his cock. “Didn’t mean it?” His voice was mocking, teasing. “You sounded pretty fucking sure earlier.”

You whimpered as rolled his hips to meet yours, his hands gripping your body like he owned it. He did.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured. His lips brushed your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “You talk a lot of shit, but look at you now—squirming, whining, completely at my mercy.”

You gasped, your fingers clutching his shoulders as he fucked you even harder.

He smirked against your skin. “Bet you won’t doubt me again, huh?”

You shook your head quickly. “No, sir.”

“Good fucking girl,” he muttered, nipping at your collarbone. “Now, let this be a reminder of who you belong to.”

A hand remained on your hip, gripping you while another went into your hair, pulling your head down to watch as his cock disappeared inside you. He wasn’t going easy, he was fucking the doubt right out of you.

“You wanna fucking doubt me? Huh? Call me a pussy? You can’t even fucking talk. Fucked you dumb, who’s the pussy now?”

You cried out in pain and pleasure, his thrusts unrelenting and hard.

For a moment you thought the lesson was over but you thought wrong. He flipped you onto your stomach, slapping your ass making you wince and pulling it up to him.

He wasted no time burying himself to the hilt inside your wet pussy, the new position making him feel like he was deeper. You cried out, reaching around to put your hand on his chest but he just grabbed it.

He chuckled darkly, pinning your hand behind your back. “Take this fucking dick, you’re gonna learn your fucking lesson tonight.”

He fucked you like he hated you, cock dragging along your walls, stretching you so much you thought he would tear you apart. You could feel him so deep, the tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. All you could do was bury your face into the sheets and moan, unable to form a single coherent word or thought.

“This is exactly how you should be all the time. Fucked out and keeping your mouth fucking shut,” he growled.

He grabbed you by the neck so you were arching off him.

“Do what I say for once and rub that clit so you can cum on my dick. You don’t fucking deserve it but I’m such a good boyfriend, I’ll let you cum.”

Your body jolted in his arms as you rubbed your clit and he gripped your neck even tighter. “Fuck, cum on my cock. Cum on my cock so I can fill this ungrateful pussy up.”

With a loud cry, your body went limp in his arms. Your walls clamped around him, squirting on his dick and your orgasm triggered his own. He moaned in your ear, his load filling you to the brim and your pussy milking him of every drop.

“Good fucking girl. Now you’ll know never to doubt me or call me a fucking pussy again.”

[champagnehenssey]

“I'ma kill the pussy, I think we need a paramedic.”

⋆˚࿔ Black!F!Reader x Ur Fav!

📢: nsfw!, dom!behavior, pussy referred to as ‘she’; stretch marks, not proofread :3, very short

★ men who bend you on the nearest surface. counter top, table, couch,—whatever’s near and wherever he can fuck you from the back as long as he gets his billion dollar view. If that’s not available he’ll use the nearest wall pressing you against it his body all against yours so you can feel his growing erection in his pants begging for you.

★yes his billion dollar view. with your back arched, ass up, and face down(sweaty, and against the pillow almost smudged, pathetic sounds coming outta you like a pornstar). it was fucking glorious the way your body was beneath him. He liked it when you were sooo feeble under him like this. Your soft warm skin glistening with sweat, the curves on your body, the accentuations, the carvings. Yes carving, like a—uh, Greek statue y’know the one depicted of Aphrodite? She ain’t had shit on you in his opinion he adored it all. Especially your stretch marks! The ones that began on your lower back stretching to your hips, thighs, and ass? Sunlight on water. Perfection supposedly didn’t exist as humans were flawed but too him? You where the standard. Perfect.

★ his hand slide down to the middle of your back before pressing on it “Deeper baby.” His voice muttered into your ear and you obeyed your back deepening further “There we go.” He cooed pulling a stray curl from your face so he could see your eyes his smirk deepening from what he saw in them. “That’s my girl, doin’ so good for me.”

★men who place love bites on your shoulders licking them clean light bruises in there wake right after, kisses on them and in between the shoulder blades(the lil moans you released were so precious—), and his fingers ever so gently trailing down your spine all because of the way your breathing slows, and hitches and maybe even a hiccup.

★men who really, really want to tug, pull and wrap your hair around his fists but decided on not to because it hurt for you and not in a good way. So he decided on using your neck wrapping his big, rough hand ‘round there. It made it all the better feeling your plus beat rapidly against his fingers. But make no mistake! That protective hairstyle? Oh you’re so done. “Nah, nah lemme pull it c’mon I’ll be gentle I swear.” He’s not gentle not even a little bit with your passion twists wrapped around his hand messily tilting your head back all meanly like a bully, a bully who likes to fuck you. Your throat bare and he places open mouthed kisses on the skin sucking a bit, even on the pulse.

★men who fuck you like you insulted his mom in the worst way. men who fuck you like he absolutely hates your existence and the fact that your still alive breathing. men who fuck you like your just some dumb rag doll to put his cock in. Rough. Raw. Passionate. Straight up pounding your shit with no mercy it’s almost like he wants you dead. But there’s a duality—almost whiplash with the way he whispers in your ear “want me to—shit—stop, pretty?” or “m’goin too hard? aw, shh don’t cry on me now.” pressing soft almost feather light kisses on your jaw or on the back of your neck, his voice all hoarse, raw and low and you’re the only person who gets to hear him like this all intimate because this is solely reserved for his girl.

★men who slap your ass and he doesn’t care if it’s big or small he slapping it either way just to see a deep red mark depicting his handprint. (If you look back you’ll see the pure delight in his eyes, a big grin on his face at the recoil) Because your his. Branding he guesses? and he rubs it’s after soothing the pain all caringly like he’s genuinely sorry but his mouth is so dirty when he says “you’re not gonna walk for the next week so, call out for everyday okay? I’ll take care of you yeah?” He tilts his head to the side lazily seemly in thought before saying “I’ll massage your legs, your thighs, back as well for ya..probably your whole body..you want that right?” Mind you he’s saying this while he’s still fucking you his pace slowed down though to give you air time talking like he’s listing a grocery list or something. And when you don’t answer quick enough he gives your ass a quick smack making you cry out “Y-yeah!” He smirks rubbing your ass again all soothingly “Yeah? Glad you agree..don’t like how they’ve been working my girl so hard these days.” He says and his ears pick up on your shaky breathing and he doesn’t know why you’re doing that. He’s still got one more round left in him maybe two..he’s feeling a bit needy today. But he’s not the only one clearly with the way she’s squeezing him dry all tight and warm tryna choke him out acting like she wanted a baby. Poor pussy, all clingy n shit it’s okay tho! He’ll fuck you till she tapped out.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

This honestly might be a downer or stupid, but I just got fired and I am having a really hard time. I just want to bury my head in Stan's chest and sob. I was wondering if you could write how the Stan and Ford might react to the reader being suddenly fired and maybe how they'd comfort them? I'm also really excited for the next chapter of your fic!

✧˚⋆ Stan & Ford supporting you when you need it most ⋆｡♡˚

oh sweetheart, im so sorry ur going through this, holy shit. just the moment i received this ask, i knew i had to write smth when ill get free time today, because i feel so sorry for you. i hope these two old men gave u even a tiny bit of comfort, please be kind to urself right now, youre gonna get through this, i promise. sending u all my love !! stay strong please 🫂🫂

STANLEY

the thing about Stan is that he gets it. he gets the feeling of being chewed up and spat out, of having doors slam in your face, of working your ass off and still being told you’re not enough. he gets the quiet humiliation, the bitterness in the back of your throat, the way your hands shake when you try to act like it doesn’t matterm

you don’t even remember how you got here. your feet must’ve carried you through the streets, past strangers whose lives weren’t just ruined, past cars honking, past buildings that still stood while the whole world inside you had collapsed.

“hey, hey. what the hell, sweetheart, breathe, alright? you’re okay, you’re right here.” his rough but worried voice reaches you when you slam mystery shack's door open, standing in the doorway with shaking hands, red-eyed.

“i got fired, Stan. j-just gone, outta nowhere. i don’t know what to do, Stan, im so lost.” your throat burns

before you can say anything else, he's opening his arms. “c'mere.” and you don't even hesitate as you crash into him like a wave, burying your face in his chest. and he holds you, one big arm wrapping around your back, the other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head

“there we go. you don’t gotta keep it all in, sweetheart.” the words hit you harder than you expect. you're so used to holding it together, to swallowing everything down, to being strong. and Stan, who’s built himself up from nothing, who’s taken every punch life threw at him and still kept standing, he’s telling you it’s okay to break.

so you do. you bury your face in his chest and cry until you’re dizzy, until your breath stutters and shakes, until all the anger and hurt and fear bleed out of you. Stanley doesn’t rush you or tell you to stop. “let it out, sweetie, s’gonna be okay.” he holds you close tightly because he’s spent his whole life holding people who needed it more than he did.

“it’s not fair,” you gasp, clutching on his clothes.

“no, it ain’t.”

“i worked so hard.”

“i know.”

“i feel like—like nothing i do is enough—”

Stan tightens his hold, pressing his chin to the top of your head. “hey. you listen to me.” his voice turns serious. “some suit in an office makin’ a crap decision got nothing to do with who you are. they're dumb. absolute morons for lettin’ you go. betcha the whole place is gonna fall apart without you because you were the best thing about that shithole. if they couldn’t see that, then screw ‘em. they lost you. not the other way around.”

you shake your head, clenching your fists. “but—“

“no buts,” he growls and then, softer: “you're not trash just ‘cause some idiots don’t know how to treat their workers. you're not worthless just ‘cause some suits decided you were expendable. you are not nothing.”

Stan pulls back to tip your chin up, making sure you’re listening. his thumb wipes a tear off your cheek. “i mean, you still got me, sweetheart. ain’t no job in the world that could change that.” he smiles genuinely at you.

you close your eyes, giving him a tiny sad smile back. you let yourself breathe, let yourself believe it, hiding your face in his chest again. Stan's grip stays strong and unshaking, shielding you from the whole world as you cry until you’re too tired, so all what you do is sob into his chest. you’re just leaning into him, exhausted, letting him hold you up.

Stan sighs, resting his cheek against your hair. “ya ever heard the story of the biggest screw-up in New Jersey?”

you sniffle. “what?”

”lemme tell ya, kid grows up in a house that don’t want him. gets kicked out. loses every job he ever had. ends up in a broken-down shack in the middle of nowhere. total loser.”

you shift against him. “Stan—“

“but he keeps goin’. and somehow, somehow, that dumbass loser ends up with people who love him. ends up holdin’ someone who needs it. ends up tellin’ the best damn person he’s ever met that they’re gonna be okay.”

he lets you lean into him again, lets you breathe him in, lets you stay as long as you need. tells you stories about all the bosses he’s scammed just to make you laugh.

at some point, when the tears have slowed and the weight in your chest isn’t crushing anymore, Stan ruffles your hair and leans back, arms crossed.

“y’know, i could use an extra set of hands around the shack.“

you blink up at him, sniffing. “what? you. . .you want me to work here?”

“yeah, id rather have someone i actually like workin’ here instead of hiring some random kid who’s just gonna rob me blind.” his usual gruff tone is back, but his gaze is what speaks louder, soft and certain, making it obvious that you belong here.

you open your mouth, but he cuts in, pointing a finger at you. “and before ya say some crap about not bein’ good enough or whatever, shut up. i’m the boss, i decide who’s good enough, and i say it’s you.”

you let out a shaky laugh, wiping your nose. “wow, such a heartfelt offer.”

he smirks. “hey, that’s as heartfelt as it gets, sweetheart. but seriously. think about it, okay? i got a spot for ya.” Stanley is not just offering a job for you, he’s offering a place, a place where you’re wanted, where you’re needed, where you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.

you take a deep breath, feeling lighter for the first time all day. “yeah. yeah, i’ll think about it.”

“good,” Stan smiles and ruffles your hair again. “now, wanna eat somethin’? watch a dumb movie? beat me at cards? or you want me to egg their car?” about the last thing, he's joking, probably. but if you say yes, you know he’ll do it.

STANFORD

Ford finds you sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed on the surface, face buried in them. you haven’t moved and spoken in a while, just sat there, motionless, like a puppet with the strings cut.

he clears his throat, stepping closer. “i, ah. noticed you didn’t come in for dinner.”

you don’t respond. his brows knit together, concern creasing his forehead. he takes the seat across from you, folding his hands on the table. “would you like to talk about it?”

for a moment, nothing. then, muffled: “i got fired.” slips from your mouth. so that's what happened. Ford doesn’t say oh. doesn’t say im sorry. doesn’t say what happened? he understands you because Ford Pines knows what it is to be discarded. he knows what it is to dedicate yourself to something, only to be told you are wrong. to be shoved out, unmoored, drifting in the space between who you thought you were and who they’ve decided you are now.

he knows what it is to look down at his hands and wonder if they are still meant to build something. after being betrayed.

he frowns thoughtfully. “that was. . . rather sudden, wasn’t it?”

you nod weakly. Ford exhales through his nose, gaze sharpening, analyzing. you. your sadness. the whole situation.

“it must feel unfair.“ he doesn’t just acknowledge the loss, but the injustice of it. and it makes your throat close up.

you lift your head slightly, looking at his face. “it- it is. i tried so hard. i put so much effort into that stupid job, and now it’s just—just gone.”

Ford hums. “tell me something.” he leans forward, putting elbows on the table. “do you think your value was in the work you did?”

you blink at him, but he doesn't even let you answer. “because if that were the case, then the moment you lost that job, you would have lost all worth as a person. but that’s not true, is it?” his voice is always so calm, full of absolute certainty.

you shake your head slowly, unsurely and Ford nods, satisfied. then, after a brief pause, he stands. “wait here” you don’t have the energy to question him. you just sit, staring blankly at the tabletop, until he returns a moment later with a notebook and pen.

he places them in front of you.

you glance up, confused. “what’s this for?”

Ford takes his seat again, tapping a finger against the cover. “do me a favor, darling. write down five things about yourself that have nothing to do with your job.”

your face looks tired and skeptical. you stare at the paper. “Ford, i—“

“anything,” he says softly, smiling at you. “everything. what you love. what you’re good at. what excites you, what makes you feel something. what matters to you.”

your fingers tighten around the pen. at first, you don’t know where to start. but Ford doesn’t rush you, just patiently sits beside you.

so you write. you write about the things that make you you. and at first, it feels stupid and awkward. it starts small, your favorite books, your favorite songs, the way you love thunderstorms, the way you always make extra coffee just in case someone else wants some.

but then it gets bigger. the things you’ve created. the things you’ve learned. the times you were kind when no one was looking. the people who love you, who see you. the way you keep going, even when it’s hard

Ford watches as you write, nodding approvingly at each entry.

“now tell me: did losing your job take any of that away?”

you stare at the words. the little pieces of yourself you hadn’t even thought about in the wake of everything. softly, you shake your head

Ford’s expression gentles. “then you’re still you. and you’re still worth just as much as you were yesterday. because no job, no institution, no single event defines you.” you swallow hard. Fords voice drops lower. “you are more than what you do, more than what you produce, more than what some company decides you’re worth. you are your thoughts. your curiosity. your kindness.” he gestures to the list. “you are all of this and nothing can take that from you.”

your breath wobbles. Ford’s gaze softens further. “come here, sweetheart.“ you hesitate but only for a second, then stand and he meets you halfway, arms wrapping around you. and Ford isn’t Stanley, isn’t someone used to giving big, open, thoughtless affection. but what he lacks in ease, he makes up for in intent.

because he means this. his big hand moves up and down your back slowly. “you’re not alone in this,” he murmurs into your hair. “we’ll figure something out. and until then. . . you are still extraordinary.“ his voice is so certain, and suddenly you don’t feel quite as lost.

“th-thank you” you bury your face in his sweater, hands gripping his sleeves

“and don’t let anyone ever tell you you aren’t smart or brave or worthy enough.”

you stay there a while. until Ford gives your shoulder one last squeeze and pulls back, adjusting his glasses. “now. i assume you haven’t eaten?”

you smile at him, shaking your head. “no, wasn't in the mood.“

“come, sweetheart, let’s fix that.”

[lady-lostmind]

GIVE A SHIT

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Dress Up

Rating: T | WC: 631

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

“This is stupid, Buckley. I look like an idiot. This is never going to work.” Eddie’s face scrunches in disgust as he stares in the mirror, tugging at the secondhand suit jacket Robin shoved onto his shoulders. 

Robin rolls her eyes, “You always look like an idiot.” She pulls Eddie to face her and wraps a tie around his neck. “You guys have been dancing around each other for too long. It’s getting ridiculous.”

Eddie scoffs. “And you think this–” He gestures to himself in his best, non-ripped black jeans, black dress shirt, and the stupid fucking jacket. “Is the solution?”

Robin glares at him while she ties the tie. “No. I think you getting your head out of your ass and actually making a move is the solution.” 

“And this is the move? Dressing like some yuppie in a suit!?” 

Robin flicks him on the forehead, grinning meanly when he yelps and rubs the sore spot. “I think actually making an effort and showing Steve you actually give a shit, is the move.” 

Eddie’s face drops. “Is that what he thinks? That I don’t give a shit?” 

Robin sighs and she smoothes out his tie. “Steve doesn’t think anyone gives a shit about him.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Even I have to constantly remind him or he gets all in his head about it and pulls away.” 

Eddie shakes his head, looking down at his ridiculous outfit with a sigh. “Do I buy him flowers?”

He glances back up and sees Robin smiling widely. “I think that’s a great idea.” 

Eddie shows up at Steve’s house with a bouquet of roses, and a baggie of weed, feeling ridiculous as he knocks on the door. He wants to be with Steve. And Robin is right. They’ve been dancing around this for close to a year. But he doesn’t know how to do this. He’s not– He’s never really had a relationship. He’s never really cared that much. He’s never–

Steve opens the door, eyes going wide when he sees Eddie. “Eds, what–”

“I give a shit.” Great. Really solid start, Eddie.

Steve’s brow furrows. “Okay–”

Eddie sighs, pushing past Steve and pushing the flowers to his chest. “These are for you.”

Steve’s eyes go all sparkly as he looks down at the flowers in his hand, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie starts pacing. “I’m not good at this, okay? I know I’ve probably been fucking this up, majorly, and I’m sorry about that. And I know you deserve better than a trailer trash freak but–”

Steve’s face goes soft. “Eds–”

Eddie shakes his head. “I know, I know. But please, just hear me out, okay? Robin said I have a shot. And I figure she knows. And I know this–” He gestures to himself and the flowers. “Is all a little cheesy and over the top but I do give a shit. About you. I give a lot of shits about you. All the shits, honestly and–”

Steve takes a step forward. “Eds–”

Eddie shakes his head holding his hands out in front of him. “I know I’m probably not what you imagined for your life. I know this is–” He sighs. “I just want you to be happy. And I think that maybe– Maybe I can make you happy. If you give me a chance.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest with a sigh and Eddie’s heart sinks. “Are you done?”

Eddie stops pacing in front of him, his body slumping in defeat. He knew this was a bad idea. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

Steve smiles, wide and cocky as he strides forward. “Good.” He cups Eddie’s jaw and leans in close. “Because I’m going to kiss you now.”

[taelortot]

Mine to keep

Choso Kamo

8.3k words

Summary: Choso is so very much in love with his best friend but she doesn’t feel the same way.. until she does.

If you see spelling mistakes or name errors, no you didn’t! (Not proof read)

"You look so beautiful, princess." Choso mumbles looking down at y/n. As if her body was molded by God himself, just for him. Fucking made for him— he knew that to be true. Ethereal she is, a fucking angel sent down from heaven, just for him.

"You have no idea how bad I want you" Choso could feel himself getting hard looking at y/n, at how breath taking she truly is. Look at her— laid out all pretty for Choso. Pink cotton panties bunched up in her ass, tits almost spilling out of her tank top, pebbled nipples poking through the thin material. Ready to be worshipped.

"I love you" his voice a low murmur as the camera flashed, he needed to save this moment forever. Palming himself through his jeans while shaking the Polaroid impatiently. Dark eyes trail over her body, taking in her delicate frame, voice inside his head telling him to touch her already. His pretty girl needs him to touch her.

"I love you" Choso said again softly as he rubbed up and down on his hard length in his dark bedroom to the photographs he took of y/n. Some sticky already, some brand new and begging to be tainted.

Oh how beautiful she looked, splayed out, ready to be taken, cunt on display for Chosos perfectly thick cock. His pretty fingers in the photo, pulling her panties to the side to capture the sight of her perfect pussy.

"You'll be mine one day, princess"

Y/n looked so peaceful as she slept, a hard sleeper she is. Not even stirring a little to the sound of someone climbing in through her window or the sound of several clicks of Chosos camera. It’s almost like she was asking for him to do so, since she won’t even notice anyway.

Things that go bump in the night. Seeing shadows in the corner of your eye in a dark room. Feeling like someone is watching you from afar.

These are all normal things everyone experiences. Some chalk it up to their imagination, some say it’s ghosts or spirits. Some ignore it, while some embrace the unknown.

Y/n didn’t know what to make of it. Not the bumps that woke her up from the dead of sleep. Not the shadows she saw outside her bedroom late at night. Not the feeling of someone watching her while she walked down the street. Even when she looked over her shoulder and no one was there. It was a strange feeling— feeling as though someone is watching you.

But alas, no one is there. No one is ever there.

Well.. that’s where y/n was wrong. Someone was always there.

Choso was always there. Watching. Lurking. Waiting.

Y/n chalked it up to being paranoid. She had to be paranoid. She was going crazy for thinking she closed her panty drawer last night.. she must have left it open in the haze of sleep deprivation. Her favorite bra went missing? Y/n must have obviously misplaced it and it would show up sooner or later. Her window left open just a crack? Shit, she must have forgotten to close it before she left for training.

These were all logical explanations for the things happening to y/n over the course of the last two months.

At first it was little things.

Picture frames slightly moved. Lipgloss left out on the vanity. Y/n favorite book left open when it was most definitely closed.

Then, it was much more bold. Much more invasive. Her phone being left open to messages she knew she didn’t open. Toilet seat left up in her bathroom. A glass of water placed by her bed, condensation dripping on the nightstand when she wakes up in the morning. The window by her bed being left open when she gets back home from training.

Which is all very off putting, when y/n knows none of this was her. Absolutely not.

No no no.

It was all Choso.

Skipping his training to lay on her bed just to smell that sweet perfume. It was Choso riffling though her panty drawer to find a pair he had seen peeking out of her pants as she bent over earlier that day. It was Choso who stole y/ns favorite bra that was left in her laundry basket.

It was always Choso.

Choso didn't start out this way actually, it was very gradual, he almost didn't notice it himself.

He had no idea that he was turning into some sort of a stalker for one of his best friends. He had no idea the lengths he was willing to go to keep her all to himself. It was like a light switch of some sort, turning on and staying on.

It was like that creepy attic light that somehow turned on one day, and everyone is too scared to go up and turn it off.. because how did it turn on in the first place? So it just sits, wasting electricity, looming over you, almost mocking you.

So there he was, sitting, looming, stalking y/n. He was so far into it, he was scared to go back.

There was no going back. No going back from whatever this has manifested into. No going back to normal. This was his new normal.

How could he go back? When y/n is his reason to live. She is his fucking oxygen. His everything.

All his years on this earth, and now he really feels like he is truly alive.

When I say it was gradual.. it was.. until everything was full speed ahead and there was no looking back.

There is no going back.

"Morning guys!" Y/n beamed seeing all her friends.

"Morning!" They all chimed in less enthusiastically, no one was as cheery as y/n in the mornings. That may be due to the amount of caffeine y/n intakes.

"Where's Cho?” Y/n felt saddened at the missing presence of her best friend, he was normally always there, waiting with a smile on his face to greet her.

"Still pretty bummed out you wouldn't go on a date with him I guess." Yuji mumbled, earning a head nod from everyone else.

"I don't see what the big deal is! I just don't see him like that" y/n explained herself again for the millionth time. Really not understanding what the big deal was.

"Yeah but you could have just gone on the date and just told him you would rather stay friends" the pink haired one mumbled again, feeling his brothers pain.

"That's not my fault" y/n defended herself with a frown on her face.

Y/n recently turned down a date with Choso. Actually it was the third time Choso asked y/n out. It was never anything personal, she just didn't like him like that. Y/n didn't see anything wrong with it, she didn't understand what all the fuss was about.

Sure, she knew it must have hurt his feelings. She tried her best to not let him down harshly, she tried not to hurt his heart. She knew Choso liked her, she had known for almost a year at this point. It wasn't hard to figure out, Choso was always touchy, but he became a little too touchy with y/n. Choso was suddenly so nervous around y/n, becoming a nervous wreck and stumbling over his words. It was very cute and endearing at first, but slowly became too much of y/n to handle.

"Would you maybe- uh I don't know want to go on a.. on a date with... Me?" Choso asked with his hands fidgeting, his eyes anywhere but y/ns.

"Uhm.. I don't know Cho." Y/n paused once she saw the face he made, instantly frowning like a little puppy once he heard her uncertainty.

"I would like to.. I just don't want to ruin what we have. You’re my best friend, and I love you. But I don't think it's the best idea"

And that's how it went three times— Well almost three times. The third time Choso asked, y/n wasn't so nice.

"Choso! Please!" Y/n begged running her fingers through her hair, wanting to pull it out at this point.

"Y/n, I love you. I love you okay? I just want to make you happy, I want to take you out and show you I can be good for you, just give me a chance. Just one?" Choso begged, tears almost spilling in his eyes. His heart breaking as he spoke, he could practically hear the way it cracked inside his chest.

"No Choso. No. I just don't like you okay? I'm sorry but I don't like you like that." She told him, a voice that, Choso believed to have venom laced in it. It must have, because the way her words sliced into him and burned him so deep, it had to have been venom. There’s no way his best friend is standing there, looking down at him while he’s on knees, begging her with tears in his eyes and telling him no. Fingers digging into her hips, trying to pull her close, pull her into the dark abyss of his heart. If she gave him a chance. She would see.

Y/n hated that she had to be like that with him, he just didn't understand where she was coming from.

Choso didn't say anything after that. His gripped softened on y/ns body, pulling away completely. Standing from his knees he wiped his tears as his face turned cold and calloused. Turning away he left y/ns room, slamming her door so loudly the whole building shook from the force.

Choso left with his heart hurting. He didn’t understand why no one has ever liked him. He never met a girl that wanted to go out with him. All 150 years alive, and not one girl wanted to be his. Sure, some girls wanted to fuck him, but that’s it. No one wanted something real. And that’s all that Choso wants, to be loved. He wants to be seen.

When y/n and him became friends, he assumed other girls thought they were an item. Due to how close they are. Being completely honest, they did look like a couple at times. And Choso was sure y/n had feelings for him. He was so fucking sure about... but of course he was wrong.

Choso is always wrong.

Choso always makes the wrong choices, always.

Y/n was now a mark on the checklist of wrong choices.

Wait. Haha. No.

No no no.

Fucking no.

That cannot be correct.

Y/n was the right choice. She just don’t know yet.

But she will.

The two grew up didn’t grow up together, but were so close after only a year of knowing each other, it seemed what way. Attached at the hip, both of them did everything together. Movie nights, hangouts, late night snacks, missions.. everything.

About 5 months ago is when Choso decided he liked y/n. What a glorious day it was to fall in love.

It was a day spent at the lake. The sun shining down, water splashing, a cool breeze. It was such a pretty day to spend with friends.

It happened when he saw y/n come out of the water like she was some sort of model in a magazine. Her hair sticking to her neck and shoulders in the most beautiful way. Skin glistening with small droplets of salty water running down her body— begging to be licked up. Oh god Choso wanted to run his tongue all over her body, drinking in the sweat mixed with lake water.

Her bikini pressed so tight to her body that Choso could see every single crevice that graced y/ns person. Nipples hard and poking through, begging to be pinched and played with. Fuck— her pretty little slit outlined in her bottoms as she laid on her tummy, legs slightly spread, while she tanned.

God he fell in love… maybe a deranged version of love. One that was built mostly on physical attraction.. but it was still love. Chosos version of love.

He remembers when he tried to kiss her.. the first time. And that didn't go so well.

Y/n sort of just laughed it off and pushed him by his shoulders. And that hurt Chosos feelings. It fucking hurt a lot.

She saw him lean in, ready to be kissed and she pushed him away with nervous laughter. He was so sure she wanted him to kiss her! The signs were there! (There were no signs.) but in Chosos mind, she was giving him sign left and right.

Here let’s go down the list.

Y/n held Chosos hand when they crossed a busy road.

Y/n pushed hair out of his face when the wind got wild.

Y/n hugged him goodnight.

See! There were signs that she wanted him to kiss her.

Granted.. there are things she’s always done. But that night it was different. Her intentions were different, Choso was sure of it.

But again, he was wrong.

"Hey Nobara, can you come get me?" Y/n sniffled into her phone.

"Babe what's wrong?" Nobaras voice full of concern, thinking something bad must have happened.

"Riku never showed up"

Y/n felt so stupid, a hot guy from her class asked her on a date and she said yes! And it must have been a cruel prank or something since the guy never showed. Y/n was stood up, she waited for an hour trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, expecting it to be car issues of something.

"I'm on my way, hun"

"It's just embarrassing!" Y/n exclaimed pushing the tears off her cheeks.

"I know, but honestly he wasn't even cute! You can do so much better. Plus he wqs like a super shit sorcerer”

"Yeah I guess.. but like who? No one likes me!"

"Chos—"

"No not him." Y/n snapped at her friend, not to wanting to hear anything she had to say about Choso.

"Okay, I'm just saying. The guy likes you. And youre his best friend."

"I know, Nobara. But, I don't like him, he's just my best friend and that's it" y/n huffed out, she didn't know why everyone was parading Choso around so much, sure he’s a great person. Y/ns best friend and she loves him more than she loves anyone else, but it wasn't a love that could be molded into something it wasn't.

The next day at school y/n was bombarded as she was eating her lunch silently, waiting for the whole group to sit with her.

"Did you hear?" The pink haired one asked, slamming his fists on the lunch table making y/n jump.

"Hear what?" Y/n questioned once her heartbeat somewhat calmed down.

"That guy Riku is dead, the one you were supposed to go out with" Nobara chimed in following the group in suit, taking a seat next to y/n.

"D-dead?" Y/ns eyes were big, eyebrows raising making her forehead wrinkle. Her eyes date back and forth between her two friends.

"Hey guys what going on" Choso smiled as of his heart wasn't completely shattered just a few days ago. The guy had such a way of bringing a light to the room, his smile was one that movie stars wished they had. And no matter how down he was, the smile graced everyone's presence shortly after.

He didn't look at y/n as he sat down across from her, he wanted to save himself the embarrassment.

"Riku is dead" Yuji tells his older brother.

"Murdered actually" the little emo one called Megumi states matter of factly.

"Murdered?!" Y/n raised her voice, not caring who heard her. She’s too sick to her stomach care otherwise.

"Oh man, that's crazy. Do they know who did it?" Choso asks tapping his fingers on the table in a beat no one recognized.

"No, but apparently it was brutal.”

"A bloodbath! The guy got a last minute mission that he could handle on his own. But when he didn’t come back last night, Gojo went looking for him. Turns out the curse was still alive.. but that wasn’t what killed him. Dude was stabbed and beat to death”

"Guys, can you not? Y/n was supposed to go on a date with this kid" Nobara rubbed y/ns shoulder, trying to sooth her friend.

"Man what's up with you? Turning down guys left and right, but the one you say yes to dies" Choso squinted his eyes at y/n, hurt still clearly written all over them.

"What are you trying to say Kamo?" Y/n growled back at him, fist clenching so tightly, crescent moon indents are left on her palms.

"Nothing” Choso shrugs his shoulders.

"Whatever" Y/n dramatically flips her hair back, before standing up. Chair scraping the wooden flooring, grabbing her bag and patting down her skirt to make sure she was covered before stomping away.

"Drama queen" Choso murmured under his breath as he watched her walk away. Watching the saw of her hips as she moves so perfectly.

It had been days. Fucking days or torture. Y/n missed her best friend. Typically after a day the two would be back to normal. But it was different this time. This wasn’t a regular fight.

"Do you think we could talk after school? I miss you sweetheart" Choso leaned up against the locker next to y/ns. Y/n was shocked, she thought that she would have to go to him, but he cracked first.

"Of course Cho. I miss you too. I just want to put all of this behind us" y/n smiled, she wasn't weirded out by the pet name, this was something Choso had called her before he developed feelings.

"Good. Meet me at my room- actually just meet me by the steps, we can walk to the dorms together"

"Sure" she nodded at Chosos suggestion. Y/n couldn't sit still for the rest of the day, watching the clock like a hawk. Of course y/n missed him, it had been a long few days without him being such a constant.

When y/n met Choso outside, he stood with a smug smile on his lips, ready to take his princess home with him. He seemed so happy to see y/n. She shared that award winning smile she had with him and greeted him with a sweet hello. They didn't talk much during the short walk back, waiting to be seated in Chosos room where they could really talk face to face.

The talk went really well, they both were understanding of each other's sides of the story, sharing what their feelings were. Y/n completely understood and held Chosos feelings with so much care, but still set her boundaries with him. Telling him she just didn't like him like that and Choso seemed to understand. Claiming he would do his best to move on but he would be hurt for a while, that was just something y/n would have to be cautious about.

It was like they were back to normal, Choso teasing y/n constantly and y/n teasing him right back, their old friendship they had shared for over a year and a half was back on its feet.

Well… That was until y/n shared with her friend group that she had another date. Choso kept his cool for the time being, not showing his anguish to y/ns face. He seemed happy for her, but it was all a facade. On the inside, Chosos blood was boiling from the inside out, his hands clenching the sides of the table turning his knuckles white.

Why couldn't y/n just choose him?

Why not?

Why couldn't she just be in love with him the way he was with her?

Why can't he just brainwash her or something?

Why was it so fucking damn hard to get one person to fucking love you?!

Choso was ready to smash someone's head through a wall, maybe even y/ns at this point. Her blood would be so pretty covering his hands..

No.

No no that's wrong, he could never hurt y/n, that was so silly of him to even think that.

Just a silly little goose Choso is.

Once again, y/n was stood up. Calling Nobara to come pick her up.

Déjà vu. A broken record.

The same thing happened, y/n all dressed up ready to be wined and dined, and another potential suitor no where to be seen. Nobarawas consulting y/n once again, helping her cheer up and not cry over someone who didn't even care to show up.

But everything happens in patterns, doesn't it?

Would you be surprised if I told you the guy called Junpei (y/ns almost date) was found dead the next day by grounds keepers? Laid flat on his back behind some bushes.

Murdered.

Stab wounds all over. Throat slashed.

I don't think you would be surprised one bit actually.

History has repeated itself before, and it will again and again. And it did... Again and again. That leaves us with young jujutsu sorcerers murdered, killed in a brutal way.

Not even with and fucking magical powers! Flat out murdered with a weapon.

How interesting.. don’t you think?

Now shit just got weird.. and it will continue to get weirder. Trust me.

10pm on a Saturday night, most teens would be at a party or at the movies with thier friends, but y/n sat alone in her room. Watching a movie she had seen one too many times. Dumplings and ramen lazily eaten sat on the desk and a half drank bottle of beer along side of it. That's why Choso liked y/n.. she was just like him. No girly food or girly drinks, she was just like him.

A knock at the door catches y/ns attention, though she didn't get up the first time. Too lazy to even move, she wanted to be alone at the moment. Shit 4 guys she wanted to go on dates with died.. she didn't even want to leave her house for the next decade.

By the third knock y/n was annoyed, stomping over to the oak door and swinging it open with a force she didn't know she had.

But alas.. no one was there. Y/n rolled her eyes before slamming it shut with a grunt, annoyed that she even had to get up in the first place.

Right as y/n turned to walk away, another knocked, only louder.. rougher.

"For the love of God!" Y/n yelled out spinning around and opening the door she left unlocked to reveal.. no one.

Some slasher killer music would have started to play if this was a movie for sure. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, how did they get away from the door that quick? Probably some first years that didn’t go out playing some prank.

Against all her better judgement y/n did what she knew she shouldn't have done.

"Hello?” Y/n called poking her head outside the door, looking from the left to the right, she saw nothing but a dimly lit hall.

Whoever was ding dong ditching her surly was having a good laugh from wherever they are hiding. That's at least what y/n thought. So she left it alone, walking back inside and making sure the deadbolt was locked she made her way back to her bed.

Just as y/n hit play on her movie, another knock. This one was weird, slow and menacing almost. And that’s when she saw from under door, a shadow of a person standing there. Not moving. Y/n stomach fell, suddenly getting a weird feeling. This wasn’t right.

That’s when it hit her. This could be the person who has been killing students off.. here for her. Knowing she’s probably the only girl left on the girls dorm facility.

The knocking only began to get more aggressive as y/n looked for her phone. The door shaking and threatening to give way. As soon as y/n found her phone, she called the only person who would protect her with his life.

“Choso” y/n whispered in a panic as soon as he picked up.

“Y/n? Why are you whispering” Choso whispered back, assuming it was some sort of game.

“Choso! I need you to get here! There’s someone here.. I think they are going to hurt me”

“Be there in 5” the line went dead.

Two minutes later the pounding on the door stopped. A minute after that y/n heard the heavy footsteps of Choso running down the hallway, yelling her name.

"Choso!" Y/n ran to open the door, jumping into Chosos arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

"I got you baby, I got you" Choso pushed his way into the room, locking the door behind him.

Y/n fully broke down as choso carried her to the bed, crying into his neck at the thought of what could have happened if he didn't come save her.��

"Shh it's okay. I'm here" choso sat down, allowing y/n to stay in his lap as she cried in his hair, digging her face deeper into his neck when he adjusted his arms, scared he was going to let go.

"Don't let go" y/n hugged tighter, making choso smile from ear to ear.

"I'm won't" he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her jwad, rubbing her back up and down gently.

When y/n pulled back after a few minutes, she looked into Chosos chocolate eyes, they were so full of love and care. Holding on y/n as of she was the last person in the world, as if she hung the stars and the moon (in his eyes, she did).

"Cho" y/n whispered, her eyes flicking down to his lips. So overwhelmed with emotions she had no idea what to feel about the situation. Chosos hands digging into y/ns hips, holding her so tight.

"Y/n" the messy haired boy whispered back.

It was a decision y/n didnt know she made until her lips were on Chosos. Pressing a hard kiss to his lips, taking in the little sigh Cho gave when he realized what was happening—melting into the kiss. Their lips moved in a rhythm that was fast and heated, needy and desperate. It was so passionate and breathtaking, their hands moved quick while roaming each other's bodies.

"Cho" y/n pulled back quickly, once she realized what she was doing.

God, has choso always looked so pretty? His lips plump from the kiss, eye lids heavy, and hair messy from the sprint from the boys facility to here.

"Yes" Choso tried to lean back in to steal another kiss, he needed y/ns lips  back on his, he needed to feel her love that she didn't know she had.

"No no. I'm sorry" y/n leaned further away from her friend.

"Sorry? Don't be. I loved it" the boy chuckled, still trying to get another kiss.

"No Cho- I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have done that. It was a mist-"

"A mistake?!" Choso yelled, immediately understanding that y/n didn't kiss him for love, she kissed him on the heat of the moment.

"Cho- Im sorry. I don't know why I-"

"God shut up! You fucking use me like this and- and say you're sorry?! You know I'm in love with you y/n! You fucking know my heart belongs to you! You know I would do anything for you and you do this to me? You break my heart over and over" choso shoves y/n off, tossing her to the side so she lands on her bed. He stands up quickly running his hands down his jeans.

"Fuck you y/n. Jesus Christ! I hate you!" Choso yelles, his eyes tearing up in a way he didn't know. He didn't know he could be so angry he would start to cry. Tears stinging his eyes as he glares down at y/n, who is completely bewildered by his outburst.

"I've poured my heart out to you time and time again! You are a fucking cunt!"

"Cho-" y/n tried to get a word in, but Choso refused, so heated in the moment, his heart beating so quickly he thinks it may explode.

"Shut the fuck up! You are so manipulative! You fucking use everyone to get what you want, and that's it. You're a bad fucking person and I hate you. We aren't friends anymore." 

Y/n hasn't spoken to Choso in a week, he hasn't looked her way, he avoids her when she tries to talk to him. Choso was no longer y/ns best friend. He stuck to his angry words.

Well.. y/n was never awake when Choso looked at her.. she was never awake when he spoke to her.. she was never awake when he told her she would always be his best friend and that he could never hate her. That he would always love her, even if she didn’t love him.

Again, Choso was stalking around y/ns room I n the late hours of the night, climbing through her window, digging through her laundry hamper. Choso was brushing y/ns hair out of her face and snapping photos of y/ns sleeping body. He was so obsessed, borderline crazy obsessed with y/n. He loved her smile, the way she smelled, the way her skin looked so fucking soft and supple in the moonlight that shined down on her though the now open window.

He loved the way her panties smelled after she finished training. The way the soft lacy felt against his cock when he used them to get off. He loved the way they tasted when he shoved them in his mouth to suppress the moans he let out when he was getting off right next to y/n. He loved when she would let out soft whimpers when he kissed her thighs, he fucking loved every single bit of y/n.

Sure it wasn't the traditional way to love someone... But this way y/n couldn't turn him down.

On y/ns end, she was going absolutely crazy.

Fucking coocoo bonkers.

She missed Choso so fucking much (again she didn't know he was always around). She missed his smell and his presence, she missed his jokes and goofy laugh.

Y/n found her eyes drifting towards him in the school hallway, noticing how pretty his smile is, how good those beat up jeans he wore looked, how strong his arms are, the way he walked was hot.

Fuck had he always been so hot?

God his rings, those fucking fingers, his bracelets, his tattoos... Fuck Choso is so hot.

God, y/n was so stupid, how had she not noticed before? Had she always seen Choso like this and never realized? Y/n had so many questions.

She was also wondering where all her damn thongs were going.

"Fuck this shit" y/n threw herself out of bed, thinking about Choso for almost every second of the day was driving her up the wall. She had to see him, she had to confess some sort of attraction to him.

God— was she in love with him? How could she not be?

Y/n knew that Choso would be out with Yuji and wouldn't be back for another hour or so. Thanks to Yujis snap story.

So there she was, throwing on some shorts and a plain tank top. Running out the girls dorm building and down the sidewalk to the one that house the boys.

She needed to see him, her body felt on fire, butterflies in her tummy thinking about him, she needed to apologize to him and tell him how she feels.

Y/n couldn't stop thinking about the way his lips felt on hers, the moans he was letting out when he finally got to kiss her the way he always wanted. The way his hands roamed her body and how they felt, how his callouses scraped perfectly against her skin.

Fuck she needed to feel it again.

Walking down the hallways she stops at Chosos door. Truly debating whether or not she was going to go through with it. Standing on her tip toes she finds the extra key on the door frame. 

Making her way into Chosos room, she closes the door behind her and switches on the lamp. Looking at his knick knacks and posters hanging on the walls, her fingers trace over his dresser

Most of the drawers had always been empty since Chosos version of laundry is throwing everything in one big pile on the floor.

Y/ns gut told her to open the drawers and see what was inside, getting this overwhelming feeling of needing to look. So she did.

The first few were full of junk, pens, charging cords, random receipts.

But the last one... Oh fuck the last drawer down at the bottom was something y/n didn't think she would ever find in her life.

Y/n let out a gasp as her hands were shaking while going through the drawer. All the panties she had lost and all the bras she had lost were lazily thrown into the drawer. Choso must have had 20 pairs of garments in this drawer, some were well used at this point and some still pretty and fresh.

"Oh my god" a shaky breath came from y/n as she felt a piece of paper down at the bottom. Pulling it out almost made her pass out right then and there.

A photo.

A photo of y/n sleeping in her bed.

Then another… and another…and about 50 more.

All of y/n sleeping or changing in her bed room.

This thick bubbling feeling came from y/ns stomach and her face turned pale, she was gonna be sick. There were so many photos of her, so many panties, so many dirty things in this drawer that only a stalker would have.

Oh my god.

Choso was stalking y/n— but we already knew that. Only, y/n didn’t know.

It made sense to her, everything clicking in her brain, all the nights her window was open, all the times her panties went missing, all the times her drawers were open. Everything made so much sense.. it was Choso the whole time. Choso was fucking stalking y/n.

Choso was always there.

As y/n began to stand up, ready to make a mad dash for the door, she heard someone clear their throat. Slamming the drawer shut with a yelp, her heart jumping to her throat and her palms becoming sweaty.

"Choso" y/n was breathless, looking up at the dark haired man towering over her. Y/n scrambled to her feet, trying to decipher his emotions.

His face red as if he was embarrassed of what y/n just found, maybe even angry that she was snooping through his things.

Choso let out a deep breath as he fully crossed the threshold of his bedroom, his boots heavy on the wooden floors making a loud thump that made y/n flinch.

"Well you shouldn't have done that" choso half smiled with a head shake. His voice deep and gravely, showing no humor even though his face said otherwise.

It was all so fuzzy for y/n. It felt like she had been hit on the head or something, it was so foggy and blurry.

"There she is" y/n heard as her eyes opened slowly. The pounding in her head got worse from the bright lights she was under. Trying to move, y/n realized she couldn't, her legs and arms bound to a chair.

"You scared?" Chosos voice was deep, scary even. Y/n had never heard him speak in such a tone.

"Ch-Cho?" y/n groaned closing her eyes again, maybe it was just a dream.

That's what this had to be, if y/n tried hard enough she would wake up and be safely tucked in her pink bed.

"Open your eyes baby" Choso cooed, much softer this time around. His thick hands touching y/ns face, moving towards the bump on the side of her head, tsking softly as he did.

Truly Choso felt bad for slamming y/s head into the very dresser she was going through. But she had seen what he had done, he didn't know what else to do.

Choso carried her limp body to his car that he barely used, and shoved her in the back. He let out soft tears as he looked back and saw the blood dripping down her face, he never wanted to hurt y/n.

Remember when I said shit would continue to get weirder.. you believed me right?

I wanna ask you something" choso smiled sweetly even though y/ns eyes were closed.

"I don't have all day y/n, open your fucking eyes!" Chosos voice booming in the small metal shack he brought y/n to.

"There we go, see? I'm much nicer when you listen to me" Choso praised y/n, even though her eyes fluttered closed every few seconds due to the painful light in her eyes.

"What are you doing Cho?" Y/n groaned trying hard to keep her eyes open.

"I just wanna ask you some questions" Choso sunk down to his knees in front of y/n, letting his hands touch her thighs softly.

"Why couldn't you just go out with me?" Y/n didn't answer, staring down at who she thought was her best friend.

"Talk to me princess, I don't want to make this hard for you" y/n still didn't answer, she was in state of shock, here she was bound and unable to move, her head was hurting like a bitch, and Choso was acting as of there was nothing wrong with this scene.

"I don't want to hurt you" Choso pulled a sharp knife out of what seemed like no where, pressing the blade to y/ns thigh. A trickle of blood came from where he dug it in making y/n yell out in pain.

"That feel okay?" Choso asked taking the knife to y/ns other thigh, digging the point of it into her meat. “So pretty”

"Choso stop!" Y/n yelled, her body shaking wishing to be freed from the rope.

"Answer the fucking question!" Choso yelled pointing the blade of the knife at y/n throat. Tears spilled from y/ns eyes as she cried for help, for the old Choso to come in and rescue her.

"I'll go out with you choso! I love you! I was scared that's it!" Y/n told the man, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

"Don't try to lie your way out of this"

"It's the truth! I've always loved you Cho! I was scared we would break up and I'd never have you in my life again"

"Now I know that's not true, pretty" traced knife down the column of her throat, not hard enough to slice her skin, just enough to scare her.

"It is, but you can have me now Cho. I want you, please don't hurt me.  I love you." Y/n choked on her tears as she spoke, bubble of spit sticking to her lips as she sobbed for him to believe her.

“That was good! You almost got me” Chosos laugh vibrates in the air around them both. “You should get an Oscar or an Emmy or whatever for that”

“Cho! Please listen. I was going to your room to tell you I made a mistake. That I- I love you”

"I'm sorry I have to do this, baby.. I love you so much y/n" Chosos eyes filled with tears as he shamefully looked away from y/ns red face. Part of him believed her, why else would she have been in his room? Something inside him flipped, seeing his baby cry for him like this hurt. Choso really let himself cry, thinking about his options here. His sobs were soft, really debating if he could actually harm y/n in more than just a little bump on her head.

"Choso you don't have to do this, I love you. Please don't do this" y/n tried to work some sense into his brain. “Ple-please.. I won’t say anything. We- we can go back to your room and lay down and be together” y/n begged him, her voice hoarse and shaking.

"I love you Cho- look at me please" y/n needed to see his pretty eyes. She needed to see them and then maybe he would see the love she has for him on hers.

"I'm sorry, princess. But if I can't have you.. no one else can" choso pressed the knife back into y/ns throat, wishing it didn't have to be this way.

"I lov- I love you" y/ns body shook violently as she tried to avoided the blade against her skin.

"I love you more"

Choso cried and cried at y/n funeral. Friends hugging and supporting one another during these dark times. No one understood. No one understood what happened to her.

None of the teachers or higher up’s understood what went wrong. She had volunteered to take a last minute mission by herself, but choso tagged along— according to Chosos side of the story. And according to Choso, he showed up too late. Y/n was completely obliterated by the curse that was stronger than what they had thought.

What they will never know Choso was the one who emailed Gojo as y/n to take the mission alone. Creating the facade that she would be gone for a few days. They will never know what really happened.

And what they also won’t know was that Choso still had a little secret, sure there was him getting away with murdering a few teens.. making sure to not use his technique so he wouldn’t be found out… but another one.

Another one that may come as a shock.

"Honey I'm home" Choso beamed as he walked into the home he purchased a few months ago. Not even his baby brother knew about this house.

"Choso!" y/n cried from behind a locked door

Fumbling with the many locks, the tall man finally got the door open to reveal the love of his life.

"Shh baby, calm down. Im here" Choso grinned, sitting down next to y/n on the small bed.

"Ch-Cho let me go please" y/n croaked, her throat so dry from all the screaming and crying. "Don't hurt me please cho. I love you I love you I love you" y/n sobs, confessing her love for him, as she has been doing for months now.

"I know you do princess. I know."

"Don't hurt me please" y/n flinches back as choso reached out to brush y/ns hair behind her ear.

"Why would I hurt you, baby? I would never. I love you, y/n. But you have to stay here now, where we can live together.. and be happy" Choso explains calmly, watching as y/ns tears dropped down onto the pillow she was resting on.

"Ch-choso please I love you! Le-t let me— please let me go"

"I can't. You'll be happy here. You'll be happy as my little pet forever."

"I love you choso" y/n cries, her sobs reaching every corner of the small house that was in the middle of the woods. Somewhere no one would find.

"I love you too baby" choso press a kiss to y/ns chapped lips.

"But you're mine to keep now"

Chains clanking together all day and all night long, the sound of metal became annoying to choso every second he was there to take care of y/n. The sound of her trying to free herself on a panic every day hurt him.

The metal rubbing down on y/ns wrists and ankles as she struggled every single day. Wanting to be free, begging Choso every day to let her go, to let her be free from him, to not be his to keep. Y/ns screaming throughout the nights were never heard, her pleas for help would never be heard, her cried would stay with her as no one would ever hear her.

She begged and begged for Choso to at least let her out of the chains, which he protested to. One day Choso would let her out of them, but not until he knew she wouldn't try to leave, not until he knew she would stay with him.

So y/n was meant to lay there for months and months, until she will inevitably break. Break so deeply all she will know is Choso Kamo. He will be the only thing she will know and remember.

Choso thought for way to long about this moment, having y/n forever.

And now, y/n was Chosos to keep.

This is more like what I normally write.. and I get a lot crazier than thins :)

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Kisses 💋

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[noharaaa]

Pillow Talk, Litteraly!

PART 2

(𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙭 !fem! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

When your annoying ex boyfriend sneaks into your bunk during curfew, after a whole day of avoiding him, things are bound to get messy. What could possibly go wrong? (Hint: everything)

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1

Author's Note: 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴’ 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 “bold purple letters”

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╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

Now he was really kissing you.

Deeper. Hotter.

Your hand gripped the blanket.

Without breaking the kiss, Su-bong shifted, hovering halfway over you.

His lips moved with practiced confidence. Holy shit!

Heat flooded in your stomach, the space between you both shrinking and shrinking…….

Your breath shuddered between kisses. “We… should stop…”

He pulled away slightly, grinning against your lips, “You want me to stop?”

“Mhm~”

No you didn’t.

That was all it took.  

His lips were back on yours again and you melted, pulling him closer and closer. 

The kiss deepened even more as he leaned forward, forcing you to tilt back. 

Your back hit the mattress.

Your fingers trailed up from his nape to his hair adn gave it a gentle tug.  

His mouth trailed lower to your cheek, jaw, ear—

Shit, shit, shit!

TWACK!

Your eyes snapped open.

Su-bong’s entire body jerked forward, nearly crushing you.

The pillow came out of nowhere as it collided with the back of Su-bong’s head. 

He twisted around, furious.

Standing a few feet away from their bunk was an older woman looking visibly irritated.

“Ya!” her angry whisper hissed through the area. “Some of us are trying to sleep you crazy kids!”  

Su-bong sat up, rubbing the back of his head as the pillow slid down beside you. “What the—! Ahjumma~~~! go back to sleep!”

Wrong choice of words.  

The woman shuffled over, snatched the pillow back.

And whacked him again.

“Disgraceful!” whack! “Nasty Boy!” whack! “You think this is a love motel? Huh? You should be sleeping!”

Su-bong shielded his head, trying not to yell. “I was sleeping—ow!” 

 

You tried to hide your laugh before you received a single hard smack on your arm.

Then she shuffled away back into the dark while muttering, “Young people these days. No shame. No self-control. Tch.”

Su-bong groaned, he was still curled up. Then slowly turned his head to you.   

You were laughing, shoulders shaking as you tried to keep quiet. 

That made him more irritated. 

“What’s so funny?”

The way he sulked. The way he pouted. The way his grown-ass self just got spanked by an elder and was taking it so personally

 

It was too much. 

Then you heard him mutter under his breath in English and rubbing the back of his head for the hundredth time 

“This place worse than army, bro.”  

You almost lost it and slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughs.  

He chuckled softly, flopping himself back on the mattress.  

Damn.  

He kinda missed this.  

Missed hearing you laugh like this. 

His chest nearly sank.  

You we’re still laughing at him, completely unbothered and shamelessly entertained.

“Aish,” he muttered, shooting you a look. “It’s not that funny.”  

“Nah, it’s hilarious.” 

 

“Tch. Shut up before she comes back.”  

He meant it as a joke, but an odd feeling crept up his spine.

 Something possessive.

Your laugh. 

He didn’t like the thought of anyone else hearing it.

   No one else should make you laugh that way.  

Only him.

Su-bong dramatically touched his head again, exaggerating his pain. “Shit. I think a bump is forming.” 

 You smirked. “Aw. Want me to massage it for you?” 

“You? touch my sexy purple hair? With your dusty hands?” He scoffed, “Listen. This luxury hair? VIP only. Ok?”

“Your hair is NOT sexy.”  

“Lies. You love it. It turns you on.” 

“Turns me on to want to shave it off.” 

“Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re obsessed with me.”

You laughed again.  

And this time, he didn’t hold back.  

“I miss that.”  

Your grin immediately faltered.

  

The air shifted again.

   

Your thoughts were racing. 

He nudged your arm with his elbow before you could figure out what to say.

Your gaze flickered back to him. You could barely make out his grin in the dim light.  

The silence lingered for a beat too long.  

Su-bong broke it.  

“Hey. When this is over… we should get back together.” 

 

Huh?

“uhm…What?”

“You heard me. After the games. You and me. Back together. Yeah?”

His sudden words took you a few seconds to process.

Then you scoffed. “Why? Because of one stupid kiss and suddenly we’re soulmates again?”  

“Nah.” His tone was light, but there was something kind of firm underneath it. Almost defensive. “Because we go together.” 

 Oh my days.

You rolled your eyes. 

And yet…  

You didn’t disagree. Doesn’t mean you'd admit it to him though. 

Instead, you hummed with your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Mmm. I’d rather hope to die tomorrow.” 

 

Damn.

The mood shifted.

He quickly propped himself up on one elbow, leaning over you. His voice came low and irritated.  

“Hey. Don’t fucking talk like that.”   

“Don’t tell me what to do.”  

There was a pause.

For a second, you thought he was going to snap back. But he didn't. 

Instead, he lay back down without a word. His gaze fixed toward the bunk above.  

Now it was silent. 

 

Too silent.

You swallowed.  

It wasn’t like him. 

 

You turned slightly, your gaze flickering toward his frame.

His body was still. His jaw tight.

He wasn’t looking at you anymore.

He didn’t say anything.  

Didn’t move.  

Just lay there.  

And for the first time that night….Su-bong was genuinely upset.

 

The silence stretched again.

You exhaled sharply, muttering a ‘sorry’ under your breath.

No response.

Wait a minute. Why were you the one apologizing?

“You know… if anyone should be apologizing, it’s you.”

He didn’t respond. Not a single word.

What the heck? Now you were pissed off. “You cheated on me.”

Still nothing.

You sighed, rolling onto your side, your back now facing him.

“Asshole.” You scoffed, yanking your blanket up, “Go back to your damn bunk.”

And then…

A firm grip on your shoulder.

Before you could react, he pulled you back, his arms wrapping around you like a vice.

His chest pressed against your back, his nose burying back into your hair and he let out a dramatic sigh.

You went stiff.

“Yah.” he mumbled, voice low and irritatingly soft. “Why you always gotta be like this?”

Your eye twitched.

“Let me go.”

“Mmm. Nah. Too comfy.”

You groaned, trying to wiggle free.

“You’re so fucking annoying—”

“Hey. watch your language,” he teased, pulling you even closer.

“I’m warning you...”

“Shhhh—” 

That was it.

Your patience snapped.

You cussed him out, throwing every insult at him, kicking at his legs while he tried to dodge.

He winced, but he still held on, laughing through your assault.

Finally, after you landed a very sharp elbow to his ribs, he groaned and muttered—

“Okay, okay! Damn…………m’sorry”

You froze.

Su-bong? Apologizing?

“Sorry for what?”

He huffed, twisting his lips. “You know…. The thing.”

“The thing?”you repeated, unimpressed.

Su-bong grumbled, voice dropping lower, almost hoping you wouldn’t hear him. “The cheating.”

“Pathetic.”

He groaned dramatically, throwing his head back like you were the one torturing him.

“Aishhh~! What more do you want?! My soul?!”

You smirked. “Yes.”

“Wow. So mean, baby.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck? Yes, please. Let’s do it now.”

You elbowed him again, making him snicker louder.

The two of you fell into quiet bickering, tossing lazy insults back and forth, your voices dropping lower with each exchange.

Then, without looking at him, you softly muttered “…I forgive you.”

So soon?

You glanced at him, waiting for is reaction.

Instant regret. 

His lips twitched. “That easy? Wahh, so generous.”

“If you ever cheat again, I'll fucking kill you.”

Su-bong's grin stretched, his eyes gleaming with that same infuriating smugness.

He leaned in just a little, voice dropping. “Mmm... dangerous.”

You grabbed your pillow to smack his face.

He snatched it mid-swing and shoved it under his head.

“Hey! Give it back.”

“Nah. Ask nicely.”

You glared.

“C'mooon~ Say 'please, my sexy, handsome oppa-'”

Ew! Seriously?

You smacked his arm instead. “Shut the hell up.”

“Wow, so mean~”

“You keep telling me what to do.”

Su-bong smirked, mocking your tone. “You keep telling me what to do~”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Give me my pillow, Su-bong.”

He didn’t. He only responded with annoying smugness.

“Don't tell me what to do.”

Before you could strangle him, another pillow nailed him in the back of the head.

He whipped around. 

A younger guy's voice grumbled from the top bunk, groggy and pissed.  

“Both of you shut up and go to sleep. You're too damn loud!”

You snickered and hid your laugh under your blanket.

Su-bong clicked his tongue, muttering curses under his breath.

Then he chucked the pillow back at the guy.

A thud. A grunt.

“You throw tantrums like a kid,” you teased.

“Keep talking and I’ll give you a pillow too.”

“You keep talking and strike three might be coming soon.”  

“Huh?”

“Another pillow to your head.”  

He groaned, rubbing his sore spot. “Aish, no way. If I get hit again, it’s your fault.”  

“Oh, yeah? Cry about it.”  

The bickering faded again, the quiet settled between you both laying there.

close, warm, almost comfortable.

Su-bong’s voice dropped into a soft whisper.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“You’re my girlfriend, you know that?”

  

You smiled against his chest. “I’m not.”  

“Yes, you are.”  

“No, I’m not.” 

You shifted slightly and then paused.

Something was poking your cheek.

Your brows furrowed. What the….?  

Slowly, you reached up, unzipping his tracksuit a few inches. 

Su-bong didn’t move.  

His thoughts immediately went somewhere else. 

You were focused, fingers lightly grazing over his chest as you carefully tugged the zipper lower.  

His lips curled, his voice dipping into something teasing, amused. 

“Wahh, baby, here? In a room full of people? So bold.”  

You ignored him, rolling your eyes.

  

Your fingers brushed against metal.

You tugged, pulling out a piece of jewelry.

A cross-shaped pendant, warm against your fingertips.  

Your jaw almost dropped. “How the hell do you have this here?” 

His grin vanished. 

Before you could examine it further, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling it from your grasp.  

He stuffed the necklace back into his jacket, zipping it up.

“Do not touch… my precious jewelry.”

“How’d you get it here forreal?”  

He shrugged, pulling you back into his arms. “The guards like me.”  

Yeah, right.

That’s when it hit you.

That fruity scent.

You pulled back slightly, searching his eyes.

“Wait… are you high right now?”

Su-bong pouted, bottom lip jutting out like you just questioned his life choices.

which, to be fair, you did.

He tilted his head, giving you his most innocent look.

“Mmm? Who, me? Nah. I’m angel.”

...

“………You brought drugs to a death game?”

“Baby. This not drugs.” He tapped his chest proudly. “This… vitamins. For health.”

So that’s why he’s been smelling so fruity.

“You smell like you just inhaled a whole fruit basket.”  

“Shhh. Stop talking. Just cuddle.”  

You sighed, adjusting yourself. Head tucked under his chin.

“Su-bong.”

“Mm?”

“…Your necklace.”

“What about it?” 

“It’s pressing against my cheek. It’s uncomfy.”

 “So?”  

“So? take it off.”  

“Nah. I’m still mad.” 

  “Mad about what?” 

  “You called our kiss stupid earlier.”  

“Oh my god, you’re still on about that?”  

“Yeah. ‘Cause that kiss? Changed your life.”

You groaned, already too tired to argue.  “Fiiiine~. I take it back.”  

He perked up immediately.

“Okay. Then let’s share another kiss.”  

You squinted at him.

“…No.”

  

“Yes.” 

 

“No.”  

“Yes. come on.” 

 “No! We could escalate again.” 

 He also might get hit with a pillow again for the third time tonight.

“That’s the fun part.” 

 

You sighed. “Just one.” 

 

“Mmm. Five.”  

“Su-bong. I said one.”

“Five.”  

“One.” 

“Five.”

  

You rolled back onto your side, turning your back to him. “Goodnight.”  

He whined, nudging you. “Fine~~. Two.”  

“Fine.”  

You barely had time to lean in before his hand found your face, fingers curling gently along your jaw as he pulled you closer.

Your lips met. 

You pulled back slightly. then kissed him again.

The escalation happened before you could even think about it.

You were both already past two kisses.

Then three.

Then four.

He kept chasing your lips, his whispers barely audible between kisses. “One more.”

You sighed through a smile, pulling away after the fifth one. “Leave me aloneee.”  

He ignored you, still trying to pull you close. “Why??? Can't a couple kiss?”

Couple???

“If I give you one more, will you leave me alone?”

“Maybe~”

“Hey. I'm being serious~”

“Okay, okay. Yes.”

You sighed, leaning back in.

He captured your lips again.

Except-

What the hell was this?

He captured your lips like he’d been starving for it, and for a second, you let yourself—

Too much!

You jerked back, snorting quietly.

“That's not a kiss! You're trying to escalate things again.”

“Escalate? This is me being romantic. You’re welcome.”

You glared. But your pulse betrayed you.

“We're gonna get in serious trouble tomorrow. Everyone will know.”

He leaned in again, lips ghosting over your jaw, his voice dropping to murmur. “So? Who cares.”

The next kiss was too hungry.

You flinched, pulling away the second you felt his hands wander lower.

“Yah. Watch your hands.”You slapped his arm.

“One more.”

“Oh my god. You're so annoying!”

Su-bong grinned. “Nah, I'm your boyfriend.”

“No. You’re not.”

“You’re already in my arms, babe. It’s official.”

After more useless bickering, you both settled into cuddling again.

Or at least, you did.

Su-bong kept shifting. Fidgeting.

It was getting annoying. “Stop moving.”

“Can’t.”

You furrowed your brows. “What's your problem?”

He sucked his teeth and muttered under his breath. “Pants are uncomfortable.”

You blinked.

Then it clicked.

Your eyes widened.

“Oh my god.”

“‘Oh my god’ what?”

“I'm flattered~”

He scoffed, waving you off.  

“Pfft. Don’t be. It’s just muscle memory.”  

You snickered. “You gonna take care of it in the bathroom?” 

  Su-bong perked up immediately, smirking. “Why? You wanna join?” 

 You made a face. “You're gross.”

Su-bong grinned completely unbothered. “You didn’t think I was ‘gross’ back then.”  

Oh?

“Yeah, well, back then I had bad taste.” 

 

“Funny. I still think you taste pretty good.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered.  

The interaction slowly faded before you felt exhaustion started taking over.

 

You lay still, staring at the bunk above you.

You sighed, your voice soft and hesitant.

“Do you think… we’ll really make it out of here?”  

Su-bong didn’t hesitate.

“Of course.”

  

You glanced at him. “How can you be so sure?”

 

 “Because… I'll protect you.” 

 It was quiet for a second.  You almost believed him.

“Thanos the Great never loses.”  

You blinked. “Are you serious right now?” 

 

“Why, baby? You don’t trust Thanos?”

“You are so fucking embarrassing. You know that?”

  

“You know what I deserve?” he whispered, voice low and playful. “A girlfriend who doesn’t avoid me all day.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I'm not your girlfriend. And I was busy.”

“Busy avoiding me.”

“Busy trying to survive—”

Before you could argue, Su-bong's hand reached up and gently pinched your nose, holding it shut with the most innocent expression on his face.

“Tell me why you been avoiding me, hmm?”

Your eyes widened as you tried to breathe, muffling a laugh behind your closed mouth.

“What’s that? Can’t hear you, baby.”

You swatted his hand away. “Maybe I just didn’t want to deal with your nonsense.”  

Su-bong pouted, poking your arm. “What? You know I missed you~. You were being all distant.”  

Distant?

“Uhm… well, if you haven’t noticed, we’re literally in the same death trap facility. Where was I supposed to go?”  

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he just stared. that same smug grin creeping across his face.

His eyes shamelessly drifted, examining every inch of your face. Lips. Nose. Forehead.

And then...

Without a word, he poked your forehead.

You blinked, caught off guard.

He grinned wider, like he’d just won some unspoken game.

Before you could react, he did it again.

Your brows knit together. “Su-bong. Stop.”

But he didn’t.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a playful whisper.

“Yah.”

Poke.

You glared, swatting his hand away. “okay, seriously, go back to your bunk.”

“No, baby. I stay.”

You snorted, trying. and failing. to keep a straight face.

Sleep be damned. he wasn’t going anywhere. He wants to stay like this. With you.

“Vote X tomorrow.”  You said.

“Mmm… maybe.”  

“I’m serious. I can’t stand being here any longer. I’d rather off myself than let those creepy-ass guards put a bullet in me.”

  

Su-bong’s grin faded again.

He sighed, rubbing his face. “Aishh, this is too much thinking. We need to relax.” 

 

“The hell does that mean?” 

 

Su-bong shifted and unzipped his jacket.

He reached inside and pulled out his cross necklace.

You brows raised.  “Wow. Really?” 

 

He popped open the locket.

The tiny stash of colorful pills were inside. 

 

“Tch. Junkie.” 

 

So were you. Sort of. You remember taking drugs with him back when you were together.

“Only sometimes.”  

He shook two into his palm. “One each. Helps with stress.”  

You rolled your eyes.

You should’ve said no. You really should have.  

But the weight of the night dragged you down, and before you could think better of it, you took one. 

It still tastes the same as you remembered.

“Mmm. Sweet. You like?” 

You swallowed yours dry. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

 

You exhaled.

It didn’t take long.

The room already began to feel weird.

You felt his hand brush against yours, the warmth of it was comforting.

 

For a moment, neither of you moved.

“Hey,” your voice was tired and lazy. “When we get outta here…We should… y’know… try quitting all this. The whole drug thing.”

He didn’t respond.

“Su-bong,” you whispered, nudging his hand with your pinky.

“Mmm?”

“You hear me?” your lips curled into a grin.

“Yeah… but like…”

“But like….?”

“We don’t gotta quit now….Or this year.”

“Or the next.”

“Yeah. But soon.”

 

The last thing you saw before everything faded was Su-bong’s sleepy grin.

 

And the sound of his laughable snore.

THE END.

╰᭡⿴༘͜─𖧷̷۪۪᪇ ༘᪇𖧷̷۪۪⃟ꦽ⃟:: ᰰ۪۪꧇⿴༘⃕▦᰷᰷ᰰ

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𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1

[00valentina-writes00]

Hi, what about Vi x Reader. Where Reader is dominating Vi and overstimulating her behind her. And using her butt.

♡♥︎Take It, Big Girl♥︎♡

Warnings: overstimulation, anal (brief mention sorry gang), this is kinda short

Vi is wrecked.

Her body trembles, her muscles twitch, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as she braces herself against the bed. She’s on all fours, her back arching, flushed skin glistening with sweat under the dim light of the room. Her knuckles are white where she grips the sheets, her arms straining to hold herself up, but you can feel the way she shakes—the way her body struggles to keep steady after how hard you’ve already pushed her.

“F-Fuck… babe—please—” Her voice cracks, a desperate, breathless thing, caught between a whimper and a moan.

You smirk, dragging your nails down her spine, watching her shudder beneath your touch. “What’s wrong, Vi?” you taunt, slow and deliberate, grinding your hips forward just enough to make her flinch. “You were talking so much shit earlier. What happened?”

She doesn’t answer. She can’t.

Not when she’s still reeling from the way you just ruined her, from how hard you made her cum—again, and again, and again—until her body was shaking, her moans breaking into gasping sobs, her thighs drenched and trembling.

And now? Now she’s helpless beneath you, her body too sensitive, too fucked out—and yet, you’re not finished.

You pull out of her slowly, deliberately, relishing the way she whines, the way she tries to push back against you despite how sensitive she is. You can see the slick mess you’ve made of her, the way her cunt clenches around nothing, pulsing, desperate.

“Look at you,” you murmur, reaching down to grab a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back just enough to whisper against her ear. “So needy. You want more, don’t you?”

She nods frantically, a strangled moan escaping her lips. “Yes—fuck, yes, please—”

You chuckle, pressing a kiss to the back of her shoulder before trailing your hand lower, between the curve of her ass, teasing over the tight ring of muscle there.

Vi jerks. “Oh, fuck—”

“Shh,” you soothe, rubbing slow, lazy circles against her skin. “You can take it, big girl. I know you can.”

She whimpers, her whole body tense, caught between sensitivity and the anticipation of something new, something filthy.

You take your time, easing her into it, letting her feel the stretch, the slow burn of it as you sink inside, inch by inch, until she’s gasping, moaning, her whole body arching into it.

“Fuck—oh, f-fuck—”

You grab her hips, pulling her back against you, making her feel it—every inch, every slow, deliberate thrust.

“That’s it,” you murmur, voice dark and full of satisfaction. “Take it like a good girl.”*

[junkpuppet225]

note: This is just something that came to me. It’s basically just smut with no plot. Minors beware. You’re responsible for the content you consume. Enjoy!

Daryl clutches the door handle to his bedroom so tight you swear you hear wood cracking from the force of his hand. Shit. You were just having fun - pretending you weren’t living in absolute hell where the dead walk.

It wasn’t the first time Daryl caught you doing stupid pointless shit but the first time you were only trying on wedge sandals at a department store you and the archer were scavenging. This time you were standing in front of a floor length mirror in his bedroom wearing a luxurious black dress that slid over your skin like silk - hugging you tight in all the right places.

“I’m sorry—- I just wanted to see the whole thing and your room is the only one with a mirror like this. It was in the back of my closet and I didn’t have anything going on right now—-, I thought you were on a run.”

You’re pretty sure that entire statement came out in one long rush of air escaping your lungs - standing frozen in place with your eyes locked on his in the mirror’s reflection - your hair still gathered in your hands above your head.

Daryl hasn’t said a word - his lower lip grinding between blunt teeth as he watches you.

He’s going to yell at you again. Tell you that none of this materialist shit matters anymore and that it’s stupid to waste time thinking it does. He’s going to make you cry again. Not loud and sobbing, the worst kind - a single tear betraying you as he paces at your back or the tremble of your hand while he reminds you of all the walkers surrounding the place while you’re in here wasting fuckin’ time!

…except he doesn’t say anything and his eyes are burning into yours from across the room. The only sign of life coming from him is the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“Daryl?”

He blinks, finally letting his eyes fall from yours to take in every inch of your body. You let your hands fall from the soft strands of your hair, moving them down the silky material as his ocean eyes linger on your ass a moment too long before he looks down at his feet with a grunt.

“I’m sorry I was in your room—-, I’ll go change.”

You try to push past him but he grabs your arm roughly - jerking you to his side as he pulls the door shut with the other. This close to him you see there’s nothing slow about his breathing, his chest expanding deeply to try and drag air into his lungs as he lifts his eyes to your parted lips causing a groan to rumble in his throat. He smells so fucking good - like pine, earthy and delicious and you can’t help but step closer to him to breathe it all in.

“Daryl I—-.”

Before you can register another thought he crashes his mouth to yours, pulling you to his chest as his other hand sinks into your hair - holding you to him. His kiss is hot and desperate - his tongue demanding yours as he pushes your back into the door hard causing a gasp to rush from your chest. Your heart is pounding so hard you worry you’ll pass out as you slide a shaky hand up Daryl’s chest, savoring his kiss as your fingers caress his jaw and he wraps a strong arm around your middle - brining your hips together to sink his body further into yours. The feel of him - all of him - has your mind spinning as you try to get a grasp on what the hell is happening.

Daryl has never kissed you before - he barely even speaks to you and when he does you wouldn’t call it friendly. You press your palms to his chest but his kiss has you to weak willed to push him away - all you can focus on is his desperate mouth on yours and when you try to jerk your face from his to make sense of this he grabs your throat - holding you in place while he kisses you.

It’s so fucking hot you have to press your thighs together to try and dull the ache he’s causing between your legs. You curse the dopamine that surges inside of you - your heart pounding against Daryl’s chest as he presses his hard length against the inside of your thigh, his fingers tightening around your jaw as his tongue continues to assault yours and stars dot your vision.

“Daryl.” You need to catch your breath. You need to make sense of whatever this is but he can only allow one, pulling away just enough to take in his own needed breath before his mouth is on you again. This time he kisses a wet line down your throat - still grasping your jaw tightly as his teeth graze the sensitive skin just below your jugular and a soft moan falls from your lips causing his grip to falter slightly as he pushes his leg between yours still pressing you to the door.

“…want to fuck you…” He grunts against your lips - it’s the only thing he’s said since barging in on you admiring the dress - groping roughly at the silky fabric clinging to your body, cussing against your throat as he tries to gather it around your hips with no luck. It’s tight in all the right places and unzips from the side so he’s going to have to back off an inch so you can fumble with the mechanics a moment. Or, he just grabs the material in his hands and yanks hard - ripping the dress at the narrow thigh slit causing you to gasp before his mouth is on yours again. You spread your legs for him slowly as he palms your hip before slipping between your thighs to brush his thumb against your damp panties, a cry escaping you as he runs his fingers over the soft material and whispers some inaudible words about how wet you are for him before ripping them off without a thought.

Good thing you aren’t living in an apocalyptic nightmare with limited goods like nourishing food and clothes that actually fit.

Daryl kisses you until you’re lack of underwear disappears from existence - barely clinging to reality as he works two fingers inside of you - beckoning you to come for him as your insides begin to quake. His chest is heaving with desire and his words are whisper quiet between you. “…please let me fuck you.” It’s not a question so much as a statement and your heart seizes in your chest as he finally pulls away to look in to your eyes. There’s an unmistakable longing between the two of you as you nod and lean into his kiss once again.

With your dress ripped all the way to your waist now it’s easy for him to gather the ruined material in one hand - fumbling with his belt with the other before lifting your leg to thrust into you with a deep moan. He stretches your soaked cunt slowly, pushing further until he’s buried deep - your nails digging into his arms as you try to steady yourself from the feel of him. “…feels so fucking good.” You slide your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as he thrusts up into you hard and fast - tightening his fingers in your hair as he swallows your moans with his rough kiss. He has to pull away again to take in a breath - looking between your bodies as he sinks himself inside of you over and over, low desperate grunts filling your soul.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before - waves of pleasure filling you as he fucks up into you desperately, one hand back on your hip - bruising delicate skin as you feel yourself come undone around him, eyes closing tight as a surge of euphoria explodes inside your core chased by Daryl’s own release as he fills you with a quiet groan, chest heaving as his eyes lift to yours and a slow smile creeps to his lips.

“That’s some fuckin’ dress, sunshine.”

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS GOING THROUGH A ROMAN TRIAL

aka the sprite challenge per the request lmao

scout: scouts already struggling about halfway through the banana. but he got it down. he already was not feeling good. but he pushed through, hearing the now blurring cheers of the team. urges to get the drink down. they even opened it for him. well now he has to do it. god, he hates throwing up. engie called out. twenty seconds. he grabbed the sprite and put it to his lips and tilted his head back. ten. nine. eight. he’s halfway through, just a little left. he pulls the bottle away from his mouth, allowing it to waterfall into his mouth and down his jaw. as zero is called out, the bottle empties. the team erupts in screeches, debates whether him not finishing the entire bottle before zero counts. they gave him the win. a wonderful way to start! threw up about fifteen minutes later. they still let him have it!

soldier: one bite. two bites. chew chew. banana done. fifty seconds left. sprite open. bottle to lips. chug chug. oh. oh no. oh this is the hard part. oh this burns. god, he hates soda. fourty seconds. he’s got time. he takes a quick break, lets out a growled gasp. hits his chest a couple times. burps. continues. finishes with ten seconds on the clock. spikes the bottle. impressed cheers emerge from the team.

pyro: they’re not doing that. that requires taking off the mask, and then they might throw up… tell you what— if the team got spy to agree to do it too then yeah, they’ll do it. well, imagine their shock when scout comes back and says “we got spy to do it. bring your ass.” they struggle with the banana. it’s a lot of jaw work. but they get it down. they run out of time about halfway through the sprite. the team cheers for them anyway. they do not feel good at all. but the team’s support makes them feel better.

demoman: demo chugs the sprite first. gets it down in about twenty seconds. decent time, maybe a little slow. now comes the hard part. he just… fucking hates bananas. the taste, the texture, god they’re just gross to him. he’s never liked bananas. he takes one big bite and chews. takes another ten seconds. takes another big bite. he’s about to wretch. he chews, chews, chews— he can’t do it. spits it out. the gasps from the team. a stunning upset. some of the grossest shit he’s ever done in his life. 0/10, will not do again.

heavy: heavy requested that the time not start while he thought about it. then he asked the medic for a scalpel. there were technically no further rules, just the stipulation you had to eat the whole banana and drink the entire liter of sprite. nothing about how you got there. so the doctor handed him a scalpel with an intrigued smile. and engie started the time. this freak…. slices the banana into these thin sticks, and places them in the sprite. the gags, the noises of confusion, the team was stunned. he then closes the bottle. shakes it once, twice, thrice. by the fifth time the banana is absolute mush. he takes the scalpel, and punctures a large enough hole to let the banana mush, now sunk at the bottom, enter his throat first, and shotguns it. the team is screaming. he finished with five seconds on the clock, covered in sprite and banana bits. they give it to him. that was freaky to witness the man do.

engineer: engie liked the way demo came at it. from the way it seems the hardest part is the banana. but he doesn’t hate bananas. doesn’t love them, but he doesn’t hate them. not enough to spit them out, anyway. so that’s the way he approached it. got the sprite down in 25 seconds. then he channeled every day he was running late and had a single item he needed to get in himself for breakfast and move. finished with a slim two seconds on the clock. he’s still got it! he almost threw up, he swallowed it back down.

medic: oh he knows he’s not succeeding on this. but he’s definitely going to give the attempt! moves notably slower, but almost squeaks it out. got about a quarter left before time runs out. everyone gives consolation claps and cheers. they were also a little shocked the doctor bothered to try, or not harp on them about the dangers of doing stupid shit. the doctor likes doing stupid shit sometimes!

sniper: chomp chomp chomp glug glug glug done. they caught him on a munchies kick. made him do it again because engie didn’t even get the time to start the watch. he even wasted ten seconds allowing himself to burp before he did it again. chomp chomp chomp glug glug glug done, twenty seconds on the clock left. they screeched that he completed it twice in rapid succession, with seemingly little reaction. he didn’t even feel particularly bad or anything. he’s definitely felt worse.

spy: everyone was so hype for spy’s attempt. and for good reason. he took a deep breath as he began this fucked up magic trick. sixty seconds on the clock. he peels the banana, and then places it in his mouth and begins to push it down. the intrigued whoops turn into gasps and groans of disgust as he fits the banana a quarter, halfway, three quarters down his throat. you see the banana bulging in his throat as he swallows. the vision of watching it slide down his throat was enough to get a gag. he cracks open the sprite. thirty seconds left. halfway through it. fifteen. three quarters, he can tell he’s almost done. the bottle empties as the timer hits zero. he tosses the now empty bottle and finishes with a flourish. “voila!” the team erupts in shrieks. one of the grossest things they’ve seen that man do. he did almost throw up, it took him a minute to get his emotional state in order and find the willpower to push through it.

[skribbledarker]

VAMP SANJI WIP UPDATE!1!1!1 i finally got off my ass and started writing ts so. have a snippet. context is that Sanji’s germa genes are starting to take effect OHHH hes not gonna have anything good happen to him from here on out sorry yall…enjoy

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“I missed you.”

“Wh—” Sanji completely forgot he wasn’t alone. He jumps and the knife slips; Sanji registers a sharp pain in his thumb before he really has the chance to process what the hell Zoro just said. “Ow, shit—”

“Cook?”

“Ugh, fucking nicked myself,” Sanji hisses. he sticks the tip of his finger in his mouth, sucking on the pad of his thumb to stave the bleeding off when the coppery taste of way more blood than there should be fills his mouth.

Sanji lets the knife clatter to the counter as he scans the sink area for a dish towel, the pain from the cut throbbing dully as he grabs one and quickly bunches it over the digit. Zoro shifts from his perch on the couch, the bottle he was holding clinking on the wood as he puts it down. “You sure?”

“Yeah, m’fine, just—“ Sanji scans the counter for any stains, and oh, that is a good chunk of flesh with a fingernail sticking out of it just sitting on the table. That is a quarter of his thumb. on the table. What the fuck. Sanji feels panic well up inside him, because he just sliced off half of his fucking finger.“—Oh.”

“What the hell are you doing over there?”

The words go in one ear and out of the other. Carefully, very carefully, Sanji removes the towel from over his thumb (Chopper would be fucking screaming at him for not putting pressure on the wound, but he needs to see the damage) and…

…It’s fine. His thumb looks fine, whole. Once he frantically wipes the rest of the blood off, there’s barely even a cut. Again, what the fuck, because Sanji knows he just chopped off a good portion of that digit and it’s laying right next to him.

And then Sanji watches, breath tight in his chest, as the remaining wound on his thumb starts knitting itself together. The cut fully closes, leaving nothing but pink, tender, skin behind, and everything seems to grind to a halt as Sanji realizes exactly what this means.

“Do you need a bandage?” Zoro is somehow behind him now, looking over Sanji’s shoulder, and he scrambles to throw the dish towel over the incriminating chunk of his finger still on the counter before the swordsman can see.

Sanji barely spares enough focus to bat him away with his other hand, still reeling from the revelation. “Go– fucking sit down, it’s not even bleeding anymore.”

“Whatever. You’re being weird.” Zoro throws his arms up in defeat.

“Your face is weird!”

“I’ll gut you.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Fine,” Zoro tromps back his perch on the galley’s couch while Sanji struggles to keep his breathing in check.

It was stupid, really, for Sanji to think that he was in the clear. To believe that everything would all suddenly be over after he’d finally gotten rid of the last of the influence Judge had on him. Or, well, thought he’d finally gotten rid of– Even in its absence, Germa still manages to be ever-present in everything he does. Sanji really should’ve known better.

He pulls a breath in, oblivious to the eyes (eye, really) on his back, wrapping up the offending piece of finger in the towel and chucking the entire thing into the garbage can. Sanji will finish up here, go to sleep, and pray that he’s still him in the morning, because what else is there to do in this fucking situation?

The galley is blissfully silent as Sanji picks up the knife again, finishing off the rest of Franky’s potatoes quickly and carefully; Zoro doesn’t comment on what just happened, or what he said earlier, and Sanji is quietly very glad for that. The entire time, the knowledge of what’s happening in his body sits in the back of the blonde’s mind like a stone. Heavy, threatening to bowl him over with the weight. It stifles him, even as he moves deftly to clean the kitchen and not-so-nicely give the marimo a boot to the ass.

when Sanji falls asleep that night, he dreams of his name: whispered on faceless lips while a sword plunges gently into his chest.

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ugh i have a slur to say. the two of them are homo leve 100 thousand and Sanji is about to start having a BAD TIME. oka

[sooniebby]

what would your character think of a reader with a tongue piercing?

Hm, lowkey I don’t see the hype with tongue piercing so this might influence my writing, zorry lol

Yubin — lowkey, lowkey, he’d be a bit weirded out, and would have trouble kissing you because he really likes sucking on your tongue… and the piercing would bother him a lot. But he won’t tell you.. though his face doesn’t hide his discomfort whenever he tries kissing you

Yuki — whatever you wanna do, he supports

Xavier — he’d find it really cool… and maybe accidentally try to pull at it because he’d want to know if it can come out easily

Noeul — would just find it cool.. but then also ask if it’s actually real

Yejun — he’d probably wonder if he should get one too but then decide against it, he just finds it neat

Vincent — take that shit out immediately, he’ll think it’s childish. He finds any piercings that aren’t just the ear, funny looking

Yohan — cool…? But he’d ask you so many questions on if it hurts to eat now

Riki — he’d try to suck it… just cuz

Eunjae — he’s laughing… just laughing his ass off , that’s it

Mingi — he’s fainting at the sight, then he’d want you to suck his cock because would it feel cold or feel warm? Questions…

[hearts4pearlescentmoon]

Bro is trying so hard to be Stanford Pines

[lamefish]

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[kurooh]

FILL ME UP ! — BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. he thinks you look so pretty with his cum dripping from your pussy.

⟡ feat. aged up! midoriya izuku, bakugō katsuki, kirishima eijirou, dabi, takami keigo.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], cum eating.

⟡ xoxo, juno: i’m sorry this is so short ): the past 72 hours have been horrible hahah

— MIDORIYA IZUKU.

unsurprisingly, he wants to get you pregnant someday; he cums the hardest whenever he thinks about filling you up with his cum and picturing your swollen belly.

“ah, baby, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum— fuck! where do you want it?” izuku stutters, hips jerking wildly as pleasure zaps through him like lightning.

“inside, ‘zuku..”

“a-are you sure?” his voice rises in surprise and he doesn’t know where to put his hands when you thrust your ass into his pelvis. your eyes are hooded when you turn, tossing him a look over your shoulder that has him spilling inside of you with a desperate whine.

izuku cums so much that it starts to run down the length of his cock, so he collects the excess on his fingers before rubbing his sticky fingers against your clit.

you moan lowly, “fuck it deep, izu.”

with a shaky nod and a tight grip on your hips, he complies, thrusting into you hard. despite having cum already, he feels his cock throb, eager to fill you up again.

“can i cum again, please? need to fill you up!”

— BAKUGŌ KATSUKI.

he fills you up because he has a possession kink.. in his mind, cumming inside you makes you his. he’ll take photos/videos of you dripping with his cum and jerk off to it later.

“s-shit, your pussy’s so fuckin’ tight,” katsuki grits out, pressing into the backs of your thighs to make the mating press a little closer. your ankles rest on his shoulders, feet dangling, gold anklet with a ‘k’ he gave you catching the afternoon light through the window.

you grin up to him, before pleasure washes over your whole body and your face falls as you moan. “go ahead and fill it up, kat.. i need it so badly.”

“shit, you’re not on the pill.” crimson eyes are full of worry and thoughtfulness.

“i don’t fucking care,” you groan, your eyes rolling back when the tip of his cock presses deep inside you, in just the right place.

katsuki doesn’t doubt you, or object — after all, he wants to fill you up. but why are his balls clenching at your words, his cock spilling cum deep inside you so quickly?

you feel his cock tighten inside you before heat is gushing all over you, sending you right into your own orgasm. he pulls back to stare, watching wide eyed as his cum drips out of your fluttering hole.

“fuck, you’re so good. i’ll never be able to pull out again, god.”

— KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

he loves to make you as messy as possible, and then he’ll lick it all up.

“mmmh, ‘m still sensitive eiji..” your words come out as a soft mewl as your boyfriend spreads your legs open eagerly.

“wanna taste,” eijirou mumbles, eyes hooded as he notices your hole clench on nothing as he licks smeared cum off your thigh. “i also wanna make you cum again, yeah?”

“y-yeah,” you stutter when he drags his tongue along the sides of your pussy, collecting your squirt and his own cum on his tongue. eijirou swallows, kissing your clit with a quiet moan before he’s licking a stripe between your folds.

when he hears you whimper at the light touch, he fights off a smile and dips his tongue inside you easily. he tastes the bitterness of his own cum and the sweetness of your slick, and lets out a groan as his cock throbs against the bed beneath him.

“god.. ‘s good.” he doesn’t hesitate to pull back, pressing his tongue flat against your clit. then he slides his fingers into you, looking up at you eagerly. eijirou’s eyes meet yours, and he grins at just how shy you look.

“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you squirt again, yeah? focus on me.”

— DABI [TODOROKI TŌYA].

whenever tōya’s feeling jealous, he fills you up and makes you cry.. sometimes he likes to fuck you on top of a building or in an alleyway during pro-hero hawks’ patrols.

“you gotta scream for me, doll,” tōya hisses before biting into your shoulder while his grip on your neck gets tighter.

face burning with horniness and head spinning, you let out a long whine, and it echoes in the secluded alleyway. “fill me up and make me yours, tōya!”

he ignores the rustle of feathers from above, and only fucks into you harder. a thin sheen of sweat gleams on the darkened skin of his chest, the staples shining even more in the light.

tōya thinks you look beautiful like this, back against the wall and oh so pliant — letting him bounce you on his cock, or fuck your hole until all you can slur out is his name.

“louder. let the whole city know who’s fuckin’ you, doll.”

— TAKAMI KEIGO.

though he’s human, his bird-like quirk influences so much about him, such as his food choices, interests, and the way he likes to fuck.

vermillion wings rustle beneath you as you ride keigo’s cock into oblivion. his head is thrown back, golden tufts spread out on the car seat around it; above, your holding down both of his wrists tightly.

“lemme touch you, dove, come onnn.”

“no,” you gasp after a particularly deep stroke, “you’re just g-gonna bounce me up ‘nd down, and i want to ride you.”

your eyes close tightly as you languidly drag yourself up and down, pussy squeezing him so tight he feels like he’s about to burst. slowly, he feels himself thicken, approaching his high.

it’s as if a switch is flipped.

without even holding your hips and waist, keigo slams his hips upwards into you, stretching out your pussy almost mercilessly.

“keigo! that’s not— fuck!” your voice breaks off into a gasp, tits bouncing as he fucks you hard.

“g-gotta fill you up, dove.” his golden eyes are dark, swirling with some kind of breeding instinct. his wings are fluttering now, beating the air so strongly that goosebumps rise on your skin.

keigo’s entire body lurches beneath you as he chokes out a groan, “nghhh— i’m cumming, shit..”

his cock spills inside of you, effectively filling you up. however, he makes no move to pull out. when you start to sit up, he stops you.

“mm mm. let’s let it sit for a while, ‘nd i’ll stay inside, alright?”

[shawtuzi]

thinkin’ about dry humping w your sweet husband nanami after he had a long day at work :((

cw include: a lot of kissing, dry humping, fondling , nanami is so in love w reader <//3 , abrupt ending im sawry

nanami always liked kissing you.

he liked the way your lips were soft to the touch, feeling like velvet against his own. he liked the way you sucked on his bottom lip whenever you wanted him to slip his tongue in your mouth. he liked the way your kisses always tasted sweet, like strawberry chapstick or your favorite sour candies. what he really liked though was swallowing up your whiny moans while you two pleased each other.

“mm ken,” you sighed against his lips, hips bucking forward when he settled you right against the bulge in his slacks. nanami hummed into the kiss, his hands lazily settling on your ass. you were wearing a baby pink nightgown with nothing underneath—just the way he liked.

his hands felt searing hot against the skin of your behind as he rubbed it tenderly, goosebumps rising in their wake. “so soft,” he muttered, tracing a heart on your left ass cheek.

he groaned when you slithered your tongue in his mouth, the faint taste of mango making his mouth water. “did you get into my mango icees?” he chuckled, giving your ass a sharp smack. you giggled, grinding your lower half into his out of instinct. “maybe . . . i couldn’t help it ken, i needed something sweet,” a laugh bubbled in kento’s chest, his heart clenching at how fucking cute you were.

“m’happy you were able to satiate your sweet craving,” he grinned, his thumb pushing down on your chin to open your mouth. your lips parted, tongue sticking out the tiniest bit. nanami sucked your tongue into his mouth, his hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you close. you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back, your pussy feeling stickier by the second.

kento pushed his hips up, his grip on you tightening when he felt the warmth of your pussy against his poor, straining cock. your hand fumbled with his belt frantically, “d-do you wan’ me to—”

“nah nah it’s okay, wanna stay like this with you,” his lips captured yours in a kiss once more, his free hand now gripping onto your hips to start a steady pace. every time you’d try to pull back for air he’d pull you back, too greedy to let even a second of this moment go to waste.

a particular movement had you gasping wetly, back arching into his touch. “ngh that feels s’good,” you were boarder line slurring your words and he hasn’t even properly touched you down there yet. “mm it does doesn’t it,” he purred, sloppily kissing his way down your jaw to your neck. you tilted your head, giving your husband more room to kiss, lick, and suck to his hearts content.

“off . . . wan’ this off,” you whined, tugging at his dress shirt. nanami muttered something about you unbuttoning it for him so you made quick work to undo every button, your hands running over his naked chest the second you were finished. he shuddered when he felt your nails brush on his nipples—he was always so sensitive there. his tongue sloppily traced hearts into your neck, the sweet smell of your vanilla scented perfume making him dizzy.

“love you—love you s’much. most perfect thing in this world, fuck. my fuckin’ wife,” nanami growled into your ear, both of his hands now finding purchase on the fat of your ass. the front of his armani dress pants were now a sticky mess due to your sopping cunt, but he didn’t give a fuck in the slightest—shit if it was socially acceptable to walk around with your wives cum stains on you trust he’d already be doing it.

“keep talking,” you whimpered, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him impossibly close. kento’s lips lifted into a lazy smirk, “heh, you’re so fuckin’ cute. y-y’know i was doing a lil shoppin’ for you at the—fuck, a-at the office.” although you were mildly fucked out your ears perked up at that.

“saw these real pretty pearls, thought they’d look—ngh, darling on you . . . thought about them bouncin’ around while i’d be fuckin’ you silly.” you moaned at the last part, your fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck. nanami groaned, licking his lips before sinking his teeth into your neck, his warm tongue sticking out to soothe the mark afterwards.

nanami bunched up your nightgown to your hips, his eyes locking onto the sight of your cunt soiling his pants. your cream was smeared all along the crotch, adding to the wet, sticky noise that echoed throughout the living room. the second he got home he didn’t even have time to put his keys on the hook before you were dragging him to the couch, finding your rightful place on his lap.

“could just eat you up,” he muttered, his middle and ring finger slipping between your folds to collect your wetness. his eyes slowly drifted to yours, fingers coming up to his kiss swollen lips to suck the essence off his fingers. your eyes widened the tiniest bit when he stuck his tongue out, his hazel eyes darkening. nanami groaned rather loudly when you sucked his tongue into your mouth, his hips now bucking wildly into yours.

“s-shit shit shit!” nanami let out a guttural groan, his hips pushing up to grind more into your pussy. the rough material of his pants rubbed deliciously against your swollen clit, your orgasm following soon after his.

your body went limp against his, your face nuzzling into his neck. “take some deep breaths hon, i gotcha,” you heard nanami whisper into your hair, his arms securely wrapping around your waist. he was still hard of course, his cock not fully satisfied until he’s filled your cunt with all the cum he had to offer.

you whined when nanami laid you down, his body now finding place between your thighs. “you really do have the prettiest cunt, wife,” he said it so possessively, so hungrily that it had your pussy clenching around nothing. you were his wife. his wife to love, praise, spoil, fuck. all his.

[luvyeni]

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﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

wants you to feel all of him; he wants to be as deep as he can possibly be, that’s why nine times out of ten chan will have you folded in a mating press, stretching you out with his big cock. “fuck!” you screamed as the man above you fucked into you , holding your legs up to your chest. “deeper please.” no matter how deep he is , you want more — you want him to breed you. “fuck baby im already in your guts, how deep do you want me.” he grunted, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “want me to breed this pretty pussy.” you scream out, answering his question. “fuck yes!” moaning out feeling your cunt tightening around him. “sh-shit , that’s what you want? for me to fill this pretty pussy?” you moaned. “fu-fuck yes chan.” you moaned out. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hissed.

“gonna cum inside this pretty pussy.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

we all know lee know is an ass man, he’s revealed this on numerous occasions. when he fucks you, he wants you ass up so he can watch your ass recoil against him. “that’s it.” cursing , holding your hip with one hand , rutting into you. “shit keep moving that ass.” he was hypnotized by the way your ass moved. “fuck minho!” you screamed into the pillow. “fuck don’t stop.” he didn’t either , the grip on your waist tightening as he moved his hips faster. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he breathed out. “gonna fucking cum.” he groaned , pulled out stroking his cock. “fuck im cumming!” he howled as he came all over your ass. “shit baby.” he slapped your ass, you helped out

“god i fucking love your ass so much.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

changbin loves to show off his strength; he doesn’t spend his days in the gym just for fun. showing you how manly he his, lifting you up and fucking you in the air. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his hand firmly grasping your ass holding you up as he pounded into you. “oh my god changbin!” your legs dangling on the side. “fuck me!” he held you up like you were nothing. “so-so strong.” he smirked. “yo-you like that?” he stuttered out, his voice deep. “shit , you like how i can lift you up and fuck you on my fat cock. nodding dumbly, babbling nonsense. “y-yes.” he cursed , bouncing you on his cock. “pl-please be careful.” you stuttered. “do-don’t worry baby im not gonna drop you.”

“gaining these muscle just so i can fuck you like this.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyunjin fucking loves morning sex , rolling over on his side , spooning you pulling your clothes down, his cock hard as a rock as slid inside you, sighing in relief. “so-so warm baby.” his sexy morning voice in your ear as his hand came up u onto your boobs , feeling up your body , squeezing your boobs. “fe-feel so nice baby.” he rutted into you. “so fucking nice , i love you so much.” his hands in between your legs, rub your clit — the sun was bleeding into the room. “hy-hyune im gonna cum.” you moaned out , he opened your legs , rutting into you harder. “cum for me princess.” letting you cum, him following right after. “sh-shit baby.” he let your legs go , kissing your neck tenderly

“good morning princess , you felt so good.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

just put him in between your legs and let him do his thing, han jisung certified munch ! he doesn’t care whether he’s on top or if you’re on top. as long as he can taste your sweet cunt and feel your soft tittes in his hands , he is in heaven. “shit baby keep doing that.” you moaned, hands tangled in his hair , pushing him deeper into your mound. “fuck more.” hips moving against your will, he was that good , lapping at your cunt. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hummed as you came on his tongue, coating his tongue. “fuck you taste so good.” he pulled away. “like candy.” he bought his fingers to his mouth, bringing them back to your slit. “wanna make you cum again.” he rubbed your bud.

“wanna make a mess of you.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

ride him in his gaming chair and his life is yours. he loves this shit — you “ innocently “ sitting in his lap , which ends up with you both naked , his game long forgotten as you milked him for everything he had. “sh-shit.” he held your lower back letting you do what you wanted before he pulled you flush against him , pressing down on your lower stomach. “lixie.” he squeezed your boobs. “lo-love you feel so good wrapped around me.” he moaned. “so fucking warm.” he kissed your boobs , bucking his hips up. “lix I’m gonna cum.” you whined , he rubbed your clit. “cum for me.” he whispered into your ear. “cum for me like a good girl.” releasing all over him.

the game was long forgotten after that , he was ready to make you cum all over again.

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you’re always on top, but he’s always in charge. his legs flat against the bed fucking up into you , his hands yanking your back , making you scream. “sl-slut.” he growled. “letting me fuck you like this , you’re so nasty.” his thrust were brutal , your ass bright red from his previous slapping. “you like being fuck like a whore?” he asked , knowing you can’t ask. “whose whore are you.” he yanked your hair. “i asked you a question , whose whore are you?” you were a mess , trying to get the words out. “yours -fuck!- im your whore minnie.” you let out a pornographic moan. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he let your cum , holing you down as he emptied his load inside of you , holding you close to whisper in your ear.

“that’s right , you’re my whore.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

your body pressed flatly against the bed, arms pinned behind your back , jeongin kissing the sweet spot on your neck as , the kisses sweet and soft — a completely different from how deep he was inside you. “i-innie.” you babbled , he let your arms go , his hand wrapping around your neck, choking you lightly. “yo-you feel that -fuck- that’s my cock deep inside your pussy.” he grunted in your ear. “so-so deep.” he kissed your cheek. “i know baby , i know.” he moaned. “going dumb on my cock aren’t you.” your eyes rolling to the back of your head, his strokes were slow but deep. “just take it , that’s all you can do.” his hand tightening around your throat. “you can’t take it.”

“take it like a good fu-fucking girl.”

©️LUVYENI