#LATE AT NIGHT I TOSS AND I TURN AND I DREAM OF WHAT I NEED
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SHE'S A SUCCUBUS! â CHOSO KAMO
SYNOPSIS...as a sex demon, she can always sense the horny virgin boy whoâs dying to lose his virginity
INFO...choso x succubus!reader, sub!choso, virgin!choso, somnophilia, riding, overstim, creampie, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), slight ass eating, cum eating, doggy, squirting, choso is super needy and eager, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
Choso always felt left out when his friend would constantly talk about all the girls theyâve been with, all the experiences they had and what crazy shit they always got into. Heâd just sit there, silent. He couldnât relate to them not one bit. The closest heâs ever to having sex is his right hand or a sex toy. No girl ever looked his way, and his confidence was crushed. Theyâd only go after his friends, practically drooling over them. Not one of them spared a glance towards Choso.
He was begging to lose his virginity, dying to know what real pussy felt like, how soft tits felt in his hands or even some ass. God, donât even get him started on wondering what it feels like to receive head. His friends swear itâs the best thing ever as long as the girl knows what sheâs doing. He always watches porn, the women on their knees, slobbering all over the man dick like it was some divine dessert. He loved watching the way their pussies wrapped around the mans dick, just imagining how wet and warm it is. He was a lost cause. At this point, he was ready to pay someone to take his virginity. Literally.
And just like any other night, he goes back home, ready to fuck his fist to another average porn video before dozing off to sleep. Heâs been extremely horny lately, more than usual and he canât understand why. Not to mention the wet dreams heâs been having, waking up to cum in his pants like heâs a damn teenager. He doesnât know whatâs wrong with him, feeling the need to cum more and more everyday.
Hours later, heâs fast asleep, tossing and turning as he has another wet dream of someone riding him. He canât make out her face, but it feels so damn real. Everything does. Even her moans and the weight on top of him. âMmm,â he hums. His brows furrow. He can even hear the sound of skin on skin. His entire body feels like itâs on fire right now, like heâs been hit with some sort of sex pollen. Itâs more intense than ever.
Little does he know itâs not a wet dream, no, itâs you. The succubus whoâs been watching him for weeks, feeling his urgency to cum, to lose his virginity. Heâs summoned you without even realizing. And now you were riding him, gliding your wet pussy up and down his aching cock while he slept, waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes heâs no longer a virgin. He twists and turns when you run your clawed nails down his pale skin, smiling at the way he moans and whimpers in his sleep.
Choso couldnât take this overwhelming feeling anymore, forcing himself to wake up, prying his tired eyes open. But the feeling doesnât stop. The sounds donât stop. And certainly the woman is his dreams doesnt disappear when he opens his eyes. âWhaâahâwhat? WhoâŠ? Oh fuck!â He rasps, eyes darting around the room and over your naked body. âWhat the fuck? Oh my goddd.â As confused and scared as he is right now, he canât escape the pleasure coursing through him right now.
âShhh, shhh, just let me make you feel good. Youâve been dying for this havenât you? Iâm here to give you exactly what you want.â You slightly lean back, spreading your legs to let him get a clear view of the way your pussy sucks his cock in.
He looks at you with awe and confusion, but he canât help but give in, moaning so sweetly when you fully sink down. âWhoâŠwho are you?â He gasps, eyes widen when you clench your pussy around him.
âI know when cute virgins like you wanna lose their virginity. You summoned me, accidentally. Youâve been so worked up lately, huh? Well,â you smile, âthat was because of me.â His cock twitches inside of you, your hips bouncing faster and harder, watching the way he mouth falls open.
âFuck, fuck! Itâs feels so good,â he heaves, breathing heavily. His cheeks dusted a light pink. âI donât wanna cum just yet, please slow down. Please, pleaseânnghhh, fuckkkk.â Choso didnât stand a chance, shooting sticky ropes of cum into your pussy, his entire body quivering with how intense his orgasm was. âPlease, slow downâah, oh my god. It feels too goodââ His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you kept fucking him.
âIâll keep fucking you till thereâs nothing left.â You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, placing your lips on his while you kiss him with such fervor, with such sloppiness. His hands reach down, gripping the plush flesh of your ass. He swears heâs in heaven right now. This canât be real. No way a sex demon was taking his virginity right now. His dick was so sensitive, but still so hard. He knew he had so much cum left, the only thoughts he had were to fill you up over and over until it was dripping out.
He felt like he was losing his mind, fucking him so hard, creating a sloppy mess where you two met just so you can get him to cum again. Your devilish yet sweet giggles send chills up his spine and straight down to his already throbbing dick. With labored breaths, and his heart rattling against his rib cage, he already knows heâs going to cum again. So soon. âCome donât hold back on me. I want it all,â you growl in his ear. âIâll do whatever it takes to empty you dry and fuck you stupid.â
His trembling fingers grip onto your ass harder as he cries out, broken moans swallowed by your kisses and he canât help but cum again, filling up your tight pussy to the brim. You pull away from the heated kiss looking at the way his hazy eyes stare up at you with such desperation. You halt the movement of your hips and get up from his lap. âNo, no, wait. Where are you going?! Please, keep fucking me.â He sits up, watching you get on your knees. Poor thing looks like heâs almost about to cry.
And now he can get a real good view of you. The tail that swayed around and the small little horns that pointed from the top of your head. You really were a sex demon. Your hand took a firm grip on his throbbing cock, his tip leaking like it was begging you to make it cum again. âI can see your thoughts. Your nasty little thoughts.â You run a long stripe from his balls all the way to his tip, licking the excess cum off. Your tongue was freakishly long, but god did it feel so good on him. You spit on his cock, massaging it in as you stroke him, moving your hand in circular motions that make his hips jump. âSay it. I know what youâre thinking.â Your lips curl into a smirk, running the pad of your thumb over his slit.
âPutâŠput your mouth on it, please,â he says barely above a whisper, too shocked to even form proper words.
âLouder.â You massage his balls with your free hand, earning a guttural groan from him.
âPlease, put your mouth on it! Fuck, I wanna know how good it feels!â His lip quivers, his breathing quickening the closer your lips get.
âGood boy.â You smile, darting your tongue out and wrapping it around the base of his cock, swirling it around the head before you take him in your mouth. You stare at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. Glug, glug, glug.
The sound of you choking on his dick was like music to his hears, taking his all the way down your throat with no problem. How is he supposed to keep up? His brain is fried and his body already feels so weak from cumming two times in a row. But he canât stop. Itâs like youâve put some kind of spell on him to make him want more. âShit, Iâm all the way in,â he gasps, fall back onto the pillows. You pull him out of your throat, string of saliva connect from your lips to his cock as you continue stroking him. You were so messy, so nasty, but he loved it so fucking much because this is always how heâd picture it.
You spit back on his cock before taking him down your throat again without warning. âOh myâfuck me, Iâm gonna fucking cum again!â He whimpers. His body jolts and his abs tense up at the sensation, pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. Heâs so sensitive he canât help it. His hips buck up into your mouth and next thing he knows, heâs cumming down your throat. âNnngh shit!â He groans, each orgasm more intense than the last. Itâs like as time goes on, he canât help but get more horny, more greedy.
Within seconds heâs pulling you off his dick on bending you over, pulling your ass in the air. âIâm sorry, I canât stop, I canât stop, I canât,â heâs muttering to himself, sweat dripping down his body. He pushes every inch into you with such ease, like your pussy was made for him. âFeels so good, feels so good I canât stop stop,â he cries, rummaging his hips into you, fucking hard and fast.
âYouâre learning so quickly.â You smile from below him, pushing your ass back against his hips. He watches the way your ass bounces back on his dick and he becomes mesmerized. âThatâs it! Fuck me harder. Show me how badly you wanna cum in my pussy again,â you giggle.
Choso pushes your head into the mattress, broken moans falling from his lips. âI need it so badly, so fucking badly.â Your pussy grips him like a vice and he hisses at the tempting feeling.
âMake me squirt all over your cock! Come on, fuck me like you mean it!â You grip the sheets below you, feeling his swollen head press against your sweet spot over and over with each grueling thrust. Upon hearing your words, Choso remembers all those videos heâs watching of girls squirting, and to make you squirt just because of him makes his brain fuzzy. He keeps the same pace, huffing and panting when your pussy grows tighter. âYes! Yes!â You laugh, sighing in relief when he pulls out and clear liquid shoots from your pussy, coating his cock and sheets.
His eyebrows raise in amazement. âHoly fuck,â he watches the way your pussy leaks before urgently ramming his cock back inside of you. âDo it again. Squirt all over me again! Please! Itâs so fucking hot!â He begs as he pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. âWanna watch youânnnghâsquirt again!â
As if on cue, your pushy gushes around him again, soaking his thighs and his cock and just the sight of it makes him cum so hard heâs toppling over you. âFuck! Iâm cumming!â He thrusts deep inside of you, making sure not to waste even a drop. âYes, yes!â He huffs, bucking his hips. âI need to taste you, need to fuckingâmmm.â He drops to his knees, pulling your ass back against his face while his tongue slurps every drop his cum and your juices, licking through your sloppy folds and sucking on your clit.
âEager little thing, arenât you? Such a good, good boy.â You praise, reaching behind you, taking a fistful of his hair and pushing his face deeper into your cunt. His moans at your taste, his free hand reaching down to stroke his swollen and sensitive cock. He moves his tongue up and down, running back and forth between your clit and your ass, and back down to your hole. You quickly pull him away before sitting up.
âDid I do something wrong? Whyâd you stop?â He looks at with sad eyes.
âYouâre done.â You look down at his cock.
âNo, no, Iâm not. I promise I still have more. Just keep fucking me, let me eat your pussy or something! Donât leave!â He pouts, watching you crawl towards him.
âAs much as Iâd like to keep playing with you, youâre all out of cum, pretty boy.â You smirk. âIâve got other desperate virgins like you to attend to.â You ghost your lips over his and Choso leans in for a kiss but you pull back from him. âYouâre welcome.â
You disappear into a dark corner in his room, like you faded away into it. He runs to turn on his light and sees youâre completely gone. Heâs at a loss for words, standing in the middle of his room completely naked. He looks towards his bed, seeing the wet spots you had left. So it was real? No? Yes? He didnât know what to believe. He accidentally summoned a sex demon to take his virginity. If only he could do it again.
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Only man that was ever accepted by the Fey Clan, number one women protector, Prosecutor Diego âGodotâ Armando
#LATE AT NIGHT I TOSS AND I TURN AND I DREAM OF WHAT I NEED#godot#prosecutor godot#diego armando#mia fey#pearl fey#fey clan#miego#i miss my wife tails#i miss her a lot#trials and tribulations#ace attorney trials and tribulations
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final battle scene + mike with a sword sequence + holding out for a hero by bonnie tyler send tweet
#ISNT THERE A WHITE KNIGHT UPON A FIERY STEED#LATE AT NIGHT I TOSS AND I TURN AND I DREAM OF WHAT I NEED#iâm sure someone has said this before but i canât stop thinking about it#a la shrek 2 if u wish#aka the greatest action sequence of all time not sorry#mike wheeler#/astro posts#i need a hero! iâm holding out for a hero till the morning!#heâs gotta be sure and itâs gotta be soon and heâs gotta be larger than life!!!
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where have all the good men gone? where are all the gods? in SPACE, apparently
// Giant-Size Thor (2024) #1
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but like. where HAVE all the good men gone and where ARE all the gods.
#late at night I do indeed toss and turn and dream of what I need#much to consider#shitpost nach sacher art
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One day my loyalty wonât be used against me. Not today tho so RIP to me I guess but one day for sure đđŒđđŒ
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Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods?
To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause
#I will travel across the land upon a fiery steed#late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
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GHOSTFACE EREN . . . .
it was late at night, wind blowing thru your thick curls as you smoked a blunt while gazing at the city through your highrise apartment balcony. tonight was so calm, autumn leaves blowing in the wind so effortlessly, sucking in the beautiful atmosphere of the night you sigh deeply before taking another puff of your shit. today was busy, you barely had a chance to relax all week. this is all you needed right now, some self love and a thick (dick) blunt to get the night going!
laying in bed mindlessly scrolling through your instagram feed while partynextdoor softly plays in the background of your large bedroom. small yawns escape your mouth while you toss and turn around in the huge bed, eventually throwing your phone down in attempt to end the night hoping for a peaceful day tomorrow.
CRASH!!* you feel your body jolt up in nervousness and confusion as you look around the room. was someone here you thought "Hello?.." you utter grabbing your phone to use the bright flashlight slowly exiting the bed while sliding into your furry pink slippers. body shivering as your throw a silk robe onto your almost fully exposed body, walking out the room quietly to explore the 'empty' apartment. "Hello!.." you whisper-yell in attempt to catch someone breaking in, only to be greeted by more silence. you check the entire house feeling uneasy, body growing tense as you turn each corner still seeing nothing. "What the fuck was that.. shit maybe I'm hearing things.." you spoke lowly, returning back to your room only to feel a strong muscular hand grip the back of your neck while letting out a low growl "or maybe you just need better detective skills, hm?" your frozen in fear. unable to move or say anything, body stuck with thick tension pooling through the mist of air. "Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything please just leave!.." you cry out, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eye. shit shit shit! who's here and what does he want with you!?! well, the only sensible thing of course.. he wants you.
"s-shit! aa-ah slow dowwnnnnn!" you moaned out, legs up pressed roughly against your chest as the tall masked man fucks his thick cock into your warm cunt. juices spilling out everywhere against your bed and his lower abdomen while he harshly smacks your ass watching the soft brown skin recoil in motion. beautiful brown eyes looking lowly at the man infront of him, trying to comprehend the mess your in right now. "plleaseeeee!" you yelp, moans and cries falling along deaf ears as he fucks your harder. thick tip hitting the base of your cervix, hitting that gummy spot so perfectly sending you into a spiral of uncontrollable moans and whines while drool pools out the side of your mouth, tongue hanging low for him to see. "good girl.." he mutteres, low husky voice muffled from the white mask that protects his face, keeping him anonymous, sending shivers down your spine and even more wetness to your aching core. it was all to much, this couldn't be real could it?? you had to be dreaming! this was crazy!.. you try pushing his body off your feeling your release build up once again having you shaking uncontrollably. "none of that shit." he growled big hands gripping yours pulling them down as he leans more forward to fuck you deeper "fuuuckkk!! I c-can-" "take this shit and I'll make this easy for you." he demands sending another harsh smack to your fat ass, pumping his thick dick in and out of you faster than before. you're close.. so so close.. you can feel it. and before you know it your creaming all over his dick, legs shaking, whining and panting rapidly in attempt to catch your breath. you feel your body heat slow down as he rests himself into you, he pulls put before pumping his dick in close release "open up." he hissed, eyes watery and low you complie opening your mouth, letting your tongue hand low for him as he pumps his hot seed onto it. he grips your face tightly pulling his body closer than before "swallow." he ordered, and you do.. you swallow it all.. like the good girl you are. before being let go, head falling back against the soft pillow panting restlessly watching as he steps back, reapplying his tight all back compression shirt and Grey sweats. your gaze is strong, enchanting even.. halfway out the bedroom door her turns to you "next time remember to lock your doors doll.. this could've ended badly." he chuckles lowly.
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2:15 am | c. sturniolo
HI yes im alive whoâs surprised (me, i am)
self proclaimed mayor of the âchris canât sleep aloneâ club (doing gods work, youâre welcome)
summary: chris cant sleep & youâre the perfect remedy
wc: 834
gif by @hotelstares !
you havenât been asleep very long. maybe twenty minutes or half an hour.
youâre in the midst of a fuzzy dream when your phone starts to vibrate on your dresser next to your bed. the sound is difficult to recognize at first, getting all mixed up with your dream in your mind. eventually it wakes you up, tugging you away from the soft haze youâd been emersed in.
groggily, you reach over for the device, squinting your eyes to try and read the contact. your eyes are bleary, but youâre able to make out your boyfriends name and contact photo after a brief seceond.
âchris?â you wonder through the line upon answering, voice thick with sleep and hardly above a whisper.
âhey ma,â his voice is smooth, like he hasnât been asleep yet.
âhiâŠi think i was dreaming about you,â you say as you let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing gently at your eyes with your other hand.
âyeah?â he says through a deep breath. the smile your confession elicits from him is audible and contagious.
âyeah, either that or i just spent the last four days with you and my brain hasnât realized weâre apart yet,â you think he must be able to hear your smile as well.
âmy brain hasnât really realized it either,â he mumbles, getting a little bit shy.
you close your eyes, content being soothed by his voice.
âwhat time is it?â you ask him, even if you could easily look at your phone screen for the answer. opening your eyes feels like too much work.
chris answers of course, without hesitation, â2:15,â
âitâs pretty late, you okay, bub?â you ask him before answering your own question, âcanât sleep?â you know how he gets, always needing someone close by when he drifts off.
you can imagine itâs a bit difficult tonight, considering you spent the last few nights sharing his bed. youâd found it a little harder than normal too, having gotten used to his arms tucked around you, his face pressed against your shoulder blade.
âi miss you,â he mutters and it makes you blush, âand i donât wanna crawl into bed with matt or nick, i know it wonât help,â he admits, letting out a long breath.
âyou wanna come over?â
âwould that be okay?â he seems a little bit embarrassed, like he might be inconveniencing you.
âof course, chris,â you open your eyes now, reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp, âi want cuddles now,â you say sheepishly, face still half pressed against your pillow, muffling the words.
âmmk, iâll get an uber, be there soon,â
âkay, love you,â you sigh, waiting for him to hang up.
âlove you too,â he says first, making you smile even if youâve heard it a thousand times.
in the twenty minutes it takes for chris to show up, youâre drifting in and out of sleep, trying your hardest to keep the lull of exhaustion at bay as you wait, no matter the difficulty.
soon enough, the sound of a key in the lock sends a small jolt of wakefulness through you, and you anticipate the subtle push of the door as he comes through to your bedroom.
ânick or mattâs bed wasnât good a enough?â you tease, watching him turn a little red as he shuffles into your room.
âi wanted to sleep in your bed,â he mumbles, beanie hanging low and covering his eyebrows, pajama pants hanging lower. he lifts the duvet and crawls in with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms, ândâ i wanted to sleep with you, not my stinky brothers.â
you laugh, stifling it against the blankets âm glad youâd rather snug with me,â
âyou kidding? youâre the best snugger around.â
âiâd say,â you hum, tugging his beanie off and tossing it somewhere on your floor.
he gives you a squeeze before reaching over to turn you so youâre facing him, âthanks for letting me come over,â he mutters, beaming in the low light. he looks so pretty like this, grinning down at you, illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. he reaches up slightly and brushes your hair from your face.
you have a small moment of realization; heâs admiring you the same way youâre admiring him. you think your heart grows in size, gratitude making it swell up.
âthanks for cominâ,â you whisper back, leaning up so your noses touch.
chris closes the gap, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling back and kissing your forehead too.
ânight,â he tucks you against him, keeping you close, âi love you,â itâs sweet, how his tone changes. itâs tired now, chalked full of sleep and you canât help but think itâs because heâs with you now, and thatâs what puts him at ease enough to finally relax.
âi love you too,â you whisper into the barely-there space between you, watching as his eyes close and his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks.
you canât help yourself, leaning forward just enough to kiss him there too.
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âany regrets? anything youâd do differently?â
eddie knows the interviewer is just doing her job, probably doesnât even realize thatâs the worst question she could ask. but the guys tense and the air gets thick and something shifts inside eddieâs chest.
âitâs been two years and i still havenât apologized.â
the interviewer doesnât know what the fuck heâs talking about, but she doesnât need to. heâs not gonna explain more than that and he doesnât care if people make their own connections and excuses.
maybe steve will hear it. maybe robin will. maybe dustin will convince steve to call him.
or maybe he was cryptic for nothing and steve will keep ignoring his calls. he used to think his timing sucked until mike let it slip that he lets all calls go to his answering machine to avoid picking up when eddie calls him.
eddie only calls on bad nights, if heâs drunk or high, or sometimes on the nights that could only be better if steve was by his side. eddie calls most nights.
the interview is done and eddie is being whisked away, getting berated by their publicist about his answer to a question that can never have a good one. the guys are pretending not to listen, but failing. eddie loves them for trying.
the next interview, he stays quiet, at least as much as he can get away with. he fakes a smile, a laugh, whatever it takes to seem like he didnât just admit that he fucked up on live television.
they get to sleep in their own beds tonight, but tomorrow is the start of their radio show tour to promote their album. itâll be two weeks long, hitting the major stations daily until theyâve answered all the hard hitting questions like if gareth snores or if they ever find time to eat healthy on tour.
but his bed is his least favorite place to sleep, and no amount of tossing and turning is gonna give him what he needs.
so he calls steve.
âharringtonâs house, youâve reached the harrington who actually lives here.â
eddieâs so shocked that steve answered he barely even registers his words.
âhello?â steveâs voice turns serious. âanyone there?â
âstevie?â
eddie shouldnât have started with that, but he wasnât in control of his body anymore.
steve hangs up.
somehow itâs worse than if he hadnât answered at all.
but eddie is fine. he is.
heâs gonna close his eyes and go to sleep and maybe not dream about dying or fucking up the only good thing he ever had.
his phone rings and heâs almost certain heâs dreaming already.
âhello?â
âsorry i panicked.â
steveâs voice is like a reverb in an arena, sending chills down eddieâs arms.
âyouâre not the only one.â
âbutâŠyou called me.â
âbecause you never answer.â
âso why call? if iâm never gonna answer.â
âbecause if you do answer, i can hear your voice.â
steve sits with that answer for a minute before he speaks.
âdustin played me the interview.â
âyeah.â
âwas it me? was i your regret?â
how could steve think that? how could the man who saved his life ever believe he was anything less than a gift? in no universe would eddie regret steve.
âno. my regret is making you ever think that you could be a mistake.â
eddie should end it there, let steve marinate with that. he knows no amount of apologies will actually help, but he could give it a try anyway.
âiâm sorry i left when you needed me. iâm sorry i was selfish and chose to get out and leave you behind. and iâm sorry none of my sorries even matter because itâs too late.â
for a minuteâyes, eddie countsâ thereâs silence. and then thereâs a small shuffling sound and eddieâs almost sure that steveâs gonna hang up.
instead, steve sounds like heâs holding back tears when he speaks.
âare you gonna come back?â
eddie canât. he canât just put a pause on the band or any of their plans. itâs not fair to the guys or the fans or himself.
but he can do something he shouldâve done two years ago.
âwill you come with me?â
the question hangs in the air for what feels like forever. steve may say no. thatâs part of why eddie didnât even ask the first time. but he may say-
âyes.â
âyou will?â
âon one condition.â
âanything.â
âyou stop trying to forget all the bad parts. the bad parts sucked, but they brought us together. running from them means running from me. at least hold my hand so i can run with you.â
eddie thinks maybe he could write a song about that.
and he thinks heâd like to hold steveâs hand while he does.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#drabble#angst with a happy ending#yall blame berries because im reading sweet surrender and the angst is causing problems in my head#and also just being so exhausted lmao#rock star eddie munson
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@araneid-fur and their phenomenal transformation. When Bonnie Tyler said 'late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need' I have no doubt this is what she meant.
#bulk#bulking#ex jock#exjock#hunky to chunky#fittofat#male gainer#belly#gay gainer#weight gain#holding out for a hero đ„Č#also please give araneid a follow if you havent already they're great
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midnights spent with you.
sylus x (non mc)fem.reader
you could feel the exhaustion seeping into your very bones the moment you came home late at night. running a hand across your hair, you take quick strides toward onychinusâs headquarters and saw some movement from your periphery. turning to the side, you saw a familiar, mechanical crow tailing your every movement and smile, knowing just who he belonged to.
as you hum one of your favorite songs, you take the elevators all the way to the top floor, already knowing that mephisto would return to his master at the penthouse, alerting him of your arrival home. with you settled in front of your door, you unlock it and announce your arrival, only to be met with silence.
âiâm home.â you speak out once more, this time a bit louder, yet the results were the same-
an almost unnatural quiet.
anxiety was felt coursing through your veins as you dropped your bag and made a beeline toward the stairs, taking them two steps at a time as you hurriedly reached the master bedroom. seeing the heavy oak doors within your sights, you grasp at the handles and push them wide open.
as you step inside your shared bedroom, you visibly relax upon seeing sylus sleeping (which was already a rare sight in and of itself.) trailing your gaze across the room, you saw mephisto was already perched on top of his usual spot, sifting through his feathers with his beak as soft cawing noises were heard from him. giving the crow a wistful smile, you return your attention back to the sleeping man settled in bed.
with his silver hair splayed on top of the plush pillows, you saw the way his eyelids trembled, alerting you of his sleeping state and how he was currently caught up in a dream. your hands ached with the need to thread your fingertips into his hair, brushing back those soft strands while littering his face with butterfly kisses (kisses that were no heavier than dew.)
a smile paints your eager expression when you slowly took off your work clothes, tossing the clothes inside of the hamper before donning one of sylusâs shirts over your form, heading towards the bed with the intention of spoiling him with your affections.
your movements remain careful, with the luxurious bed dipping ever so slightly with your added weight settled on top of it. wishing to take advantage of his sleeping form, you gently lean closer to him, not stopping until the entirety of your weight was settled across his chest. letting out a soft coo of his name, you lean forward and began pressing gentle kisses all across his features.
from the sharp shape of his brow to his chiseled jawline, you bask in the warmth of his skin felt beneath your lips. you truly adored every inch of him, and felt saddened at the fact that you couldnât show him just how much he meant to you every single second of the day. while continuing your kisses against his skin, you smile and finally aim for his lips, pressing what you assumed would be a simple and chaste kiss against them.
however, upon feeling the sensation of your kiss, sylus begins to stir in his sleep, as if becoming awakened by your kiss. he ends up responding beautifully to you, slotting his lips against yours, expertly deepening it when you let out a sudden moan in response. you feel the way his large hands delve into your hair, pulling you so close to him that your chest was felt pressing against his in response.
several seconds later, you let out a sigh when sylus pulls away from you, eyes shining with amusement when he sees the way your lips had become swollen after his kiss. he teases you, lifting up your chin so that he could get a better look at your lovesick expression.
âwhatâs this? i didnât peg you as the type to attack me in my sleep, darling.â you giggle and shake your head, leaning down to press a series of lingering kisses against his jawline.
âforgive me⊠i just couldnât help but bask in your beauty and spoil you with kisses while you sleptâŠâ
you listen to his rich chuckles, allowing his powerful arms to wrap around your back as he brings you back to his chest. feeling his lips trailing across the expanse of your neck makes you shiver in response, giggling in delight the more he spoiled you with such affectionate caresses.
after spending quite some time basking in each otherâs arms, sylus lays in bed and takes your body with him, becoming the big spoon as he held you tightly within his embrace. you smile in response and push your back further against his chest, earning a grumpy grunt from him.
âcareful, sweetie, you may end up playing with fire if you come any closer to me.â
âhehe⊠well⊠letâs just say i donât mind getting burned.â
sylus lets out a scoff before leaning closer to you, whispering âbrat,â against your ear before biting down against the shell of it, earning a series of giggles from you. after being subjected to sylusâs lovebites against your skin, the exhaustion finally hits as you let out a yawn, making sylus run the back of his hand across your cheek.
âis my princess finally getting sleepy?â
you could only manage a nod in response, your body going slack while taking a hold of sylusâs arms, wrapping them around your front as your eyelids grew heavier.
sylus presses a kiss against your hair while letting out a gentle command, âsleep now, and iâll treat you to something nice in the morning. perhaps youâd like to pay that cafĂ© a visit and indulge on some chocolate croissants?â
you let out a soft hum in agreement, already falling asleep as a smile was seen gracing your features. with amusement shining in his gaze, sylus takes a moment to admire your features now painted in a deep slumber, brushing back your hair while quietly cursing to himself.
âhow dare you keep me wrapped around your fingers so easily?â sylus asks you in an incredulous manner, unable to believe that his love for you turned him almost too soft for his liking-
and although he would never admit this to you, sylus found himself not caring about how only you alone could bring out such a side of him.
a.n. - i got so many amazing content from sylus today after unlocking his workouts on quality time, obtaining his nightplumes pull, and unlocking his midnight warmth audio all in the span of one night đ i am filled with such love and adoration for sylus that i had to write something soft and sweet for him đ„č
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
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Hello~! Can I request a headcanon for an Mc that canât sleep alone? Like they feel much safer sleeping next to someone. Thank you so much and take as much time as you need~! âșïž
ohhh i know how you feel, i also prefer sleeping with someone đ thank you for sending in a request & inspiring me, i had fun writing thisđ«
đ€Sleeping togetherđ€
Lucifer:
He is awake when you go over to his room. He didn't have intentions to sleep yet but he wants what is best for you. It is your secret mission to get him to do what is best for him. He gets addicted to sleeping with you also. Even if he has evening plans with Diavolo / he seriously has to work late he insists you stay in his room & he joins when he can.
Nothing could make me more at ease than feeling you sleep by my side.
Mammon:
Guess what MC he can't sleep without you either!! Whew good thing you two are on the same page!! He must hold you with his arms AND his legs to fall asleep. After that he'll toss and turn though. Gets super sad if you tell him no sleeping together tonight. He would never do this to you!! đ©
Are ya comfy MC? Wanna stroke my hair? Just a little?
Leviathan:
Quickly becomes addicted to your warmth surrounding him through the night. Never let go pls. You are a very good influence on his sleep schedule! Doesn't get as clingy as Mammon but damn he is very close to that level. Must get a bigger blanket so you stop stealing it so easily!
There there MC! My only duty now is to keep you warm!
Satan:
Oh you won't get him to sleep when he doesn't want to so easily. He lets you sleep on his bed but he isn't in a rush to join you in dreamland; yes he does lay next to you but he is still busy reading! Loves to cuddle even though you might not remember much of it the next day. I think he doesn't complain if you sleep together often as long as you are not demanding it.
Nights with you are the most peaceful. Thank you for being with me MC.
Asmodeus:
Gotcha! He suggests sleeping together before you do! Never ever complains if you want to spend the night! Free to cuddle any time of the day if you want to nap!
My dove, resting with you calms me down every night. You look cute when you are sound asleep, did you know?
Beelzebub:
Blushes at the suggestion of helping you sleep solely by being next to you. Very careful not to be too heavy for you! Would never dare to suggest it but gladly sleeps with you every night if that's what you wish!
MC.... I love you so much, being your pillow is my pleasure!
Belphie:
Honestly he doesn't mind if you randomly visit him through the night to sleep with him. If he likes you he is going to make sure you have the best sleep of your life and you become addicted to him quickly.
That's it MC, now close your eyes and take a rest. I'll be guarding your dreams.
Diavolo:
Ah his lonely ass is craving your company 0-24 so honestly he would never refuse sleeping together. Has to make sure he has the most comfortable beddings on! Please cuddle him like his life depends on it, he is going to devote himself pretty soon if you keep it going!
I can't believe I was missing out on this feeling... somehow your presence makes me feel safe. I don't understand how either.
Barbatos:
Hmmm I think he likes his independence but how could he refuse you? You can rarely sleep together though so he isn't going to be the best candidate for this request unfortunately :( If you do though it's going to make you view him in a very different light; he rarely lets anyone see hin so vulnerable!
On one condition, we can sleep together. No taking pictures, you can only close your eyes and sleep!
Solomon:
Ohhh a feeling he was longing for for so long... and now it happens every night. He probably doesn't go to sleep early though so he just joins when he is ready to sleep. It is his pleasure to cuddle you through the night!
I could really get used to this, MC. Shall we do this tomorrow as well?
Simeon:
Okay one step at a time! First just cuddling on the couch, then on the bed, only after that you might sleep together! Doesn't complain though and feels bad for making you wait so long. Loves to caress your back as you're cuddled up to his chest!
This feeling.... do you feel it too, MC? I never want this moment to end.
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Hello bestie! I hope youâre doing better <3
This is only a request if theyâre open, if not enjoy the thots!
Stepmom!Nat finding reader humping a couch or anything in the area to get off cause her one night stand left her horny. Râs mom is out of town and Nat starts getting hard and realizes itâs now or never to have and cum inside her stepdaughter.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader
WORD COUNT: 1956
WARNINGS: step parent/step child relationship, cheating (Nat is married to Râs mom, talks of unfulfilling marriages, Nat has a dick, smut obvi, jealousy, hook ups, 69âing, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of anal, blowjobs, denied orgasm, praise, degrading, age gaps (legal), R is 19-20 ish and Nat is late 30âs - early 40âs, think thatâs all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
She listened with a scowl as the bed from your room creaked, small moans being heard through the wall. This wasnât fair, how could you do this to her? How could you bring a girl home, have a rushed introduction between her and Nat, and then disappear into your room where you let her touch you? She was the one meant to do that, she was the one meant to take your innocence and ruin you for anyone else, yet here you were with another.
She wasnât able to deny the fact that your small moans turned her on, but she could tell they were fake. She could differentiate the silent, hidden sounds youâd let out while calling her name as your fingers slid in and out of you quickly from this. You were most likely imagining her, which was the reason you kicked the girl out only a few moments later.
She shouldnât be feeling this way, you were her stepdaughter, her wifeâs child. But she never truly loved your mom, she was rich and alone and seeking for any sort of love that your mom bombarded her with, she thought thatâs what always happened. She thought it was normal to grow sick of your lover, to dread them coming home from work, to deny them constantly of sex and only use it as a way to get off. She never knew true love, and she blamed that on her parents. But she wanted it, she wanted to love that woman so badly, yet over time she realized it wasnât that she craved her, she craved the person she created.
Her sleepless nights were caused by your lingering voice, the images of you beneath her, and the desire to kiss your plump lips. You constantly were bringing home someone else, and it took everything in her not to rip you away from them and have you for herself. She had self-control, her job required such, but with you it was a different story. She wasnât able to focus at work, sheâd toss the papers across the room and throw her head in her hands. But then youâd arrive.
You begged for a job there, to be her assistant or lower-class worker stating you needed the money desperately. She wasnât able to deny your pleading eyes or the warm feeling in her chest. Youâd bring her lunch oftentimes before, but having you work for her full-time was a dream come true. She would more than likely struggle even more to keep her composure, but she lost all care for that months ago.
The door slammed shut and she assumed your one-night stand finally left, which took long enough. She was planning to rush into your room and finally take what was hers, even standing right in front of the entrance with a fist to the door. Then she heard a small buzzing. The door was cracked open just a tiny bit, she guessed the girl was too lazy to even close a door properly but she couldnât have been more thankful. She lowered her arm and listened closely, pressing her ear against the hardwood and biting her lip as your moans arrived once again, this time they werenât forced.
âF-fuck! Mhm, right there, Nat, right there-â You cut yourself off with a hand covering your mouth, your fear of being heard finally coming to mind. Your stepmother wasnât pleased, she wanted to hear everything just like Carol got to. At least she thinks her name is Carol, she didnât care enough to listen or shake the waiting hand earlier.
ââM gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum!â Came your muffled scream, your legs starting to shake from the denied orgasms sent your way. Now you were getting release, and the one woman on your mind was Nat, how pathetic. Not only was she your boss, but she was also your mother's wife. She was much too old for you and you both knew that, but that didnât stop the want in your heart.
âYou look so pretty when you cum, little slut.â You nearly jumped out of your bones, rushing to cover yourself but failing to turn off the vibrator, leaving a deadly silence filled with buzzing.
âDonât cover yourself, baby, I wanna see you.â She stalked forward, cupping her crotch as her thumb ran circles around her clothed tip. She fiddled with her shirt before pulling it off, exposing her black bra and breasts that were aching to be freed. You gulped, trying to look away from the sight in shame but not being able to.
âYouâre- youâre gorgeous, Nat.â She blushed at your comment, her knee landing on the bed as she crawled towards you, resting your chin in her fingertips. She leaned closer, her gaze switching between your lips and your eyes as she begged for permission. You took a moment to respond but eventually nodded slowly, causing her to press her mouth against yours in a slow but sensual kiss. Her hands rested your hair behind your ear, her body pulling closer as her cock was now throbbing. If you looked close enough, you could see a small wet stain soaking through her pants, she hoped you didnât notice. But she also wanted you to, she wanted you to see how much she craved your body against hers.
âIâve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you.â She confessed, experiencing relief when you smiled, kissing her softly in return. You were already growing addicted to the feeling, wanting to stay in this exact position for the rest of your life. But she wasnât yours, she was a married woman, a woman married to your mother, at that.
âNo-âŠno, we canât-â
âWhy not?â Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, her eyes ranking over your worried expression as your breathing picked up ever-so-slightly
âYouâre married⊠to my mom. Youâre my stepmom!â She shushed you with a finger to your lips, smirking gently as her hot breath fanned over your face.
âNot tonight. Tonight Iâm your Mommy, you got that?â You whimpered and it nearly resulted in a moan from the older woman. Hearing you get like this all for her turned her on so greatly, she couldnât even explain. Your mother was never exciting in the bedroom, or Nat just didnât like the things she wanted to do. But she found herself wanting to do them with you, she wanted to do anything and everything with you.
âTell me what I want to hear, angel.â Her hips created a small thrusting motion the harder she got, it was becoming impossible to ignore her needs. You gulped, fighting back tears of shame as you whispered,
âYou can be my Mommy, Nat.â She left a peck on your forehead and slowly removed the sheets hiding her prize. Her final destination.
âGod, you donât know how long Iâve been wanting to get a taste of this sweet, sweet pussy.â She didnât let you even utter a word before spreading your legs and pressing her tongue against your heat. Your hand instantly returned to its original placing over your mouth in order to keep silent. You knew your mother wouldnât be home for a few more days, but what if that cut short? What if she somehow caught a virus and had to leave early and planned on surprising the two of you? Not only was the fear of being caught roaming freely in the back of your mind but so were your nerves. Nobody had ever truly seen this side of you, where you were beyond ecstatic and touch-starved. Nobody had ever felt you tug desperately on their arm to bring them closer, Nat wasnât like the others. She was strong with her biceps nearly bulging out of her suit jackets daily. Her kiss was soft, even when she was hungry for a different part of you. You could sense that she truly wanted to taste you and didnât just do so to get you wet, you were already dripping onto the sheets before she even wrapped her tongue around your pulsing clit.
âSo precious,â She muttered, instantly returning to her previous position. She pressed your folded legs against your chest for a better angle, and the moan that left you in return couldâve been considered pornographic. Her tongue briefly slid across your second hole and caused a small thrust from your end, your body yearning for her to repeat.
âOh, Mommy..â Her moan sent a thrill through your entire being, it seemed to be the only reaction she was able to give you. She was scared to show you her true aspirations. She was scared to have you see the impulses sheâd try to stop in worry that youâd run. Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to claim you as hers but treat you like you were nothing but a toy for her to use. Sheâd just have to get you attached to her, then youâd comply with anything she said.
Images flashed through her head, ones where you were sat on your knees, her cock trapped deep inside of your throat while her hand held you firmly in place, forcing you to take all of her. She knew you could do it, she had faith in you.
ââM sorry, baby, I need you too fucking bad.â She reluctantly pulled away from you and patted you softly, leading you to kneel in front of her. She laid in the same position you had been when she guided your mouth to her crotch, your thighs tightening around her head before she continued her previous acts. Her tongue licked stripes up your weeping cunt as you pulsed around nothing, the sobs coming from your mouth being silenced as it was met with her drooling tip. You sucked weakly, the tiredness catching up to you as you gathered the strength to stroke her balls softly. Her hips jutted upward, resulting in a small gag as she fell deeper inside of you. You didnât stop it, you didnât even try as you let her do all the work. She was fucking you and guiding you to fuck her. Teaching you how to do everything just like always, just how she liked it. She enjoyed being a leader to you, she found it unbearably arousing to see your eyes looking up at her, asking for help.
You felt your orgasm approaching and tried to warn her, but she could already sense it.
âItâs okay, you can cum all you want.â She seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. The thought worried you, but you didnât have much time to ponder as you felt your stomach repeating a clenching until you screwed your eyes shut, your vision going blank as you could see stars forming all around you.
She was greedy the moment she got her mouth on you, but now she seemed animalistic. Her hand came to your scalp, forcing you further down on her just like she had envisioned. You had no complaints in mind, choosing to instead swallow the hot liquid oozing out of her. She wished she could see your face right now: makeup ruined, eyes droopy, along with a small grin you wore.
âI wanâ more, Mommy,â She knew she succeeded when those were the words that left your mouth as soon as you were given the privilege to speak. She smirked, her thumb teasing the small hole that lined your ass. She had always found her sight landing on it whenever youâd pass by her, her thoughts seeming to have one more thing to feast on.
âGet on all fours, princess, I want to fuck this tight little hole next.â
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LATE-NIGHT FOOD WITH GOJO PLEASE MLđ„șđ„ș
2AM Snacks:
Summary: When neither you or Gojo can sleep, you head to the kitchen for some late night fun.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru X AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Sweet sugary fluff, suggestiveness, language
Word Count: 2K
A/N: Jndndndndn I love this is was so fun to write Nonnie thanks for the request!
Gojo sighed as he stared at the ceiling, slowly turning his gaze before turning towards the clock. It was one-forty in the morning, and he was wide awake. He wanted to blame it on his missions. Being away from you and in different time zones affected him. But it could just be because he was so used to his regular sleep schedule. Usually, he would get a solid three hours of sleep between lessons for the kids and meetings with the higher-ups. Sleep wasnât something that came naturally to the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.
That was his life. He was constantly on the move, practically sleep-deprived most of the time, and just trying to make the most out of his life. But then there was you. God, you were perfect. Ever since you found out, he only got three to four hours of sleep. You did your damn best to try to make things easier for him. Whether it be making sure he had food waiting for him at home, helping him with his reports, or just listening to him when he needed to vent.
Every little thing you did helped him in the long run. Some of his stress was eased, and occasionally, he had more than a small amount of sleep. He was so accustomed, too. Being able to hold you to feel some additional ease meant the world to him! You meant the world to him.
While he loved having the chance to sleep in a little longer and spend more time with you, there were still times when he was incapable of relaxing. Gojoâs mind was often wired. He would toss and turn, flipping his pillow, and do every little trick he knew of to try to sleep. Tonight had been bad, though. Gojo tried kicking the sheets off, turning on his sides, and even counting sheep, but nothing, absolutely nothing, helped with his insomnia.
This is how he found himself staring at the ceiling fan above, which turned at an almost tortured, slow speed. Nights like this were the same nights he would get up and wander to the living room to mindlessly scroll through his phone or watch television, hoping he did not wake you up. Seeing that none of his usual tactics were helping ease him to sleep. Gojo rolled onto his side to slowly crawl out of bed when a hand shot out from underneath the blanket, halting his attempt to leave. The sudden contact made him jump, but when he came to the logical conclusion that it was to glance down at you, he half expected you to be still asleep, only to find you staring at him with those pretty eyes he loved.
âHey,â he whispered, turning onto his side to face you. âDid I wake you?â
âNo.â you pressed your lips together, obviously fighting back grin. âBut the parasites did.â
Satoru scoffed, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. âThe parasites?â You nodded enthusiastically, biting down on your bottom lip. âOkay, why did the parasites wake you up?â Gojo felt the bed shift as you inched closer to him with a mischievous giggle. You are so freaking cute.
âTheyâre saying theyâre hungry.â
âOh? Theyâre hungry?â he brought your face closer to his, allowing his nose to brush against yours. âAnd what are the parasites hungry for?â
Another giggle sounded from the back of your throat, and Gojo resisted the urge to kiss you as hard as he could for being so damn cute. âCookies.â it was official. You were his dream girl, everything he wanted, and if he could marry you right this minute, he would.
âAlright, letâs go make some cookies.â
âYouâre going to help me make cookies?â
âContrary to popular belief, I can cook, sweetheart.â
Sheets were thrown off, and you both hurried towards the kitchen. You set the oven to three seventy-five while Gojo pulled his phone out, searching for a recipe. The results page barely loaded when you snatched the phone from him and placed it on the counter.
âHey! I was looking for a delicious recipe for us to make.â He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out.
âWe donât need a recipe online. Not when I have my family's secret recipe memorized.â
Satoru followed you around the kitchen, grabbing sugar, flour, chocolate chips, a chocolate bar, and butter. Watching you intently grab the bowls, spatula, and whisk, Gojo realized how normal this was. It wasnât often you both could be normal and bake like this without a care in the world. Watching you move around the kitchen with such fluidity at two thirty in the morning had him longing for more normal nights like this.
He was so lovestruck that he almost missed you placing the butter into a saucepan. That was strange; he'd never seen anyone soften butter on the stove. Didnât people typically soften it in the microwave? All thoughts that you were softening the butter went down the kitchen sink when Gojo witnessed you mixing the butter in the side pan, melting it further.
âWhoa, I may not be a chef, but I think youâre doing that wrong, baby.â
You grin as you feel his arms snake around your waist. âIâm not doing it wrong.â The fresh smell of clean linen and musk melted in with the scent of melting butter. Gojo dropped his chin to rest on your shoulder.
âUhm, arenât you supposed to cream it with the sugar?â he paused, turning to press a kiss against your neck. âOh, and just so you know, I was talking about the cookies, not us. We creamed together earlier.â
Grimacing with a laugh, continuing to stir the melted butter to prevent it from burning. âEww, please donât refer to us having sex as creaming ever again.â another kiss was pressed against your neck, and you felt your boyfriendâs chest vibrate with laughter.
âWhat about creampies? You love those!â
âToruâ!â
âYou were begging for one earlier!â
âOh my god, Iâm going to beg youââ
âYou begged me so prettily earlier.â
You sighed loudly in defeat, focusing your attention back on the saucepan. âTo answer your question before you somehow managed to turn it into some sexual innuendo, Iâm not some basic bitch.â laughed out loud, pulling back far enough to admire the egotistical smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. âIâm making brown butter cookies.â
âOh~ brown butter cookies, those some tasty! Is there a reason why youâre browning the butter?â
âWhen you brown butter, it makes it taste delicious. It gives the cookies a nutty taste that is absolutely delicious.â
You werenât kidding. Gojo held you tight. Watching in, the brother went from yellow to a beautiful golden brown. The sweet, almost nutty smell flooded the kitchen, making his mouth water. You hadnât even finished putting the cookies together yet. He shuffled around the kitchen with you, making sure to keep a hold on you in some way, shape, or form, whether it be his arms around your waist or his hand and yours. Every step you took was close behind.
He watched you with curious eyes As you put a cup of brown and white sugar into a bowl before adding the deliciously cooked brown butter. Watching you cook was like watching someone do alchemy. He helped you crack a couple of eggs that he put in the bowl, and you threw in salt and vanilla and mixed the wet ingredients. Gojo's mouth was watering when you finally added the dry ingredients, including flour, baking soda, and baking powder.
The cookies looked so good!
âFuuuck~â he moaned, reaching into the bowl and grabbing a blob of the dough. âThey smell so good!â He popped the dough into his mouth before pouring the chocolate chips and chunks into the bowl and mixing it.
âYou shouldnât be eating raw cookie dough like that; thatâs how you get salmonella.â
Your boyfriend snatched the ball out of your arms, taking over and stirring it as you grabbed the cookie sheet and lined it with parchment paper. âIâll have you know Iâve been eating raw you donât my entire life, and I have never once gotten salmonella.â You shook your head with a soft laugh, making Satoru feel he was there with his limbs turned into melted butter.
âAll it takes is one time.â
âDon't you dare put that bad juju on me!â
More laughter flooded the kitchen as you reached into the bowl with your finger, pulling out a scoop of the delicious dough yourself before popping it in your mouth, sucking it off. âThere, now we both have salmonella together if it happens.â There was something almost strangely romantic about your declaration. But he hoped you both didnât get sick of that because how could he hold your pretty hair back if you were hug. It's probably best to hope you both didnât get sick. But then again, in his twenty-eight years of life, he never got salmonella. So he wasnât worried.
Besides, the cookies were bound to taste a million times better after they were baked, which took ten minutes. By the time the timer rang from his phone, Gojo was excitedly bouncing. The apartment smelled like his favorite bakery, but this time, you didnât have to share the cookies with anyone (anyone but you). You both stood over the counter, each holding a cookie that had been cooled off for about two or three minutes.
âCheers!â you announced, gently tapping your cookie against his own before pulling it apart. âToo late night, munchies!â
Satoru smirked, nodding in agreement as he followed your lead, ripping his cookie in half. âTo the parasites that contributed to the delicious pastries in front of us.â You hummed in agreement as you both took big bites of the brown butter cookies.
The second the nutty, sugary taste hit his tongue, Satoru threw his head back with a moan. âFuuuck!â He stomped his bare foot against the floor, chewing the generous amount he shoved into his mouth. âThese are so good!â He shut his eyes, imagining different colors and shapes, and let the cookie flavors linger in his mouth. âI feel like Remy from Ratatouille. I can see the symphony of colors that this cookie embodies.â
âSee, I told you.â You laughed out loud, and it was as rich and smooth as the melted chocolate inside of the dozen cookies you made. âBrowning the butter works!â
âYou were right; I will never doubt you again.â
âGood!â
Gojo leaned against the kitchen island, watching you as you ate more of the cookie still in your hand. Aside from the overhead light over the stove, the lights were out, which just happened to illuminate your pretty features. He stared at you for a long moment, swallowing the last bit of cookie in his mouth. You were everything to him. You took such good care of him, the apartment, and the food you made. But you were also his best friend. Someone who would get up with him at two in the morning to bake cookies when neither of you could sleep.
âAnd I hope you never doubt that I love you.â
The words were sudden, but they were also heartfelt. âI know, baby; I love you too.â Standing on your tiptoes, you leaned over the counter, pressing a sweet, sugary kiss against his lips.
That night, neither of you got the rest of the sleep that you needed. Instead, you snuggled on the couch, laid your head in his lap, and talked about everything and anything until dawn. The cookies were gone, and there may have been a crumb or two that lingered at the corners of your mouth, but the love that was shared between you both was still visible no matter the time of day it was.
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