#and still does on a daily basis

[eclipsxntice]

the more i read about taylor swift the more horrified i feel

[zerothisnero]

I don’t know if you posted about this already but how did BEN and Jean first meet?? I’m dying to know

So their first meeting right?

Basically a small explanation:

Wilbur gifts Jean a N64 and a Majora’s mask game for her birthday after moving in with him (Both secretly coming from Abel as a gift to Jean but Wilbur didn’t say anything about that because he didn’t want Jean to know about Abel). After Wilbur leaves that night for work Jean boots up the game and starts playing it while before encountering the same things Jadusable would encounter years after her (Link bursting into flames, random glitches, etc [tho ironic enough she would have more encounters with the skull kid than any other character]) after that she decides that maybe it would be best to just have Wilbur turn in the game and get a new one in the morning. So as Jean goes to turn off the TV and stuff it doesn’t, it stays on the same screen and stuff and as she’s working on trying to get it to turn of B.E.N just kinda spawns out of the TV? Jean tries to fight it she fails and it finds Jean very entertaining so they just kinda stuck around (Also come on it’s Abel’s daughter and the supposed future mother of the second coming of Luna why wouldn’t they stick around?)

[silly-skater-butch]

How the creepy guy at work looks at you after you report him to HR.

[expressionless-fr]

idk im sick of people mixing up Mahsa Amini, noor & the missile attack . no we dont support the regime as a whole. yed we do support the missile attack. stop talking for all of us.

[maretriarch]

all eugenia posts are bad but the worst are like "she was so beautiful here <//////3 why can't she go back to this. " and it's a photo of her just like slightly less anorexic but still. pretty anorexic.

[weidli]

okay one of my flatmates is really fucking starting to piss me off lmao

[imnotfinebutimfine]

not a furry, not not a furry but a secret third thing (obsessed with dog metaphors about myself)

[chronosbled]

˙˖ ♡ . 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

1. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

Chemicals, sanitary wipes/cleaning fluids, smoke, and gun powder. Though the most common smell affiliated with him is the heavy and thick smell of blood, whether he’s covered in it after fighting a battle against bioweapons or not. Due to all of his years in captivity with the corpses of the infected, the scent has been stuck to him ever since and refuses to go away no matter how many times he bathes. This often serves as a permanent reminder of his suffering and torment within his grandfather’s care, eventually becoming almost like a comfort (like a familiar smell he enjoys) due to his mental state being warped. He does his best to cover up the smell with cologne when out within society in order to keep others from growing suspicious of him.

2. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

After sustaining injuries and handling different objects and materials, the skin on Dickson’s hands tend to feel/look rather rough and calloused due to just how much he uses his hands in his day to day work according to others. Though while they are somewhat rough, they aren’t scratchy to the point that touching someone makes them feel... uncomfortable for lack of a better word. Most people also believe that, since he’s almost always wearing gloves, Dickson’s hands are possibly terribly disfigured (this is what also makes people believe his hands are rough and calloused).

In actuality, Dickson’s hands are quite soft due to his ability to regenerate injuries, yet due to the fact that he isn’t very physical with others, no one really knows this. His hands are also larger than most of his comrades and this often makes it easier for him to hold onto things or people. While his hands are soft, he makes sure to rough them up from time to time at work on purpose (and stops himself from regenerating since he can control it) that way people believe he’s a normal human being.

3. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮?

Due to the fact that Dickson is a bioweapon, he doesn’t actually possess the need to eat, instead he often administers an injection into his arm that servers as nutrients to help him keep his mutated form in check when he actively shifts. Yet despite this, he can still indulge in eating human foods and will actively participate in the act when amongst others. Considering the fact that he’s infected, most of Dickson’s diet consists of different kinds of meat, whether it’s cooked or not. He can also drink blood to fulfill his appetite, but he prefers not to due to the fact he dislikes the way it feels going down his throat (since blood is thick).

4. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚?

Believe it or not, Dickson is actually very good at singing. He’s had many people claim that he’s bluffing about his vocal skills until actively hearing him preform, soon becoming shocked by his capabilities. Unlike when he speaks, his voice drops into a lower pitch and has a more mysterious sounding tone to it, often causing people to fall in love with his voice. While he does not sing often, he does actually enjoy it, even if he does get secondhand embarrassment from it. (Though please keep in mind that I only have a Japanese voice for him so far, I still need an English voice.)

5. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨?

Given the fact that Dickson cannot feel proper emotions and only acts by learning/watching others, he doesn’t really have any nervous ticks. He isn’t capable of becoming nervous or feeling anxious, but he does have quiet a few bad habits. One of said bad habits is how his cheerful personality (his act of cheerfulness) completely does a 180 and becomes extremely serious/sadistic whenever his work revolves around anything scientific, that and the fact he is unnaturally cheerful/happy 24/7 even when tragedy strikes to the point it often creeps people out. His lack of basic human understanding often has him viewed badly and even makes people suspicious of him, then when he’s called out on it, he often uses the excuse of “I’ve never interacted with anyone else outside my grandfather so I’m not sure how to behave around others.” He also has a bad habit of becoming momentarily hostile and/or aggressive when people touch his hair, specifically his bangs that cover his forehead, due to the fact he has a scar from a gunshot wound caused by his grandfather in order to finally activate the full potential of his infection (much like how Wesker needed a near death/actual death experience before the virus took full effect on his body) — though he calms back down once realizing said person wasn’t trying to look at his forehead, often blaming his reaction on his PTSD.

6. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧?

Dickson has a tendency to wear clothing that conceals a vast majority of his body due to the fact he has a large multitude of scars across the expanse of his body that he sustained as a child when being used as a human test subject by his grandfather (mainly done to see if Dickson would grow an immunity to the different viruses or be able to control the infected along with his own infection, resulting in him being attacked by creatures within a containment unit), and due to this, his regenerative abilities cannot heal his old wounds. Almost everything in his wardrobe is black except for a singular white tuxedo alongside a white wedding dress he’s kept in his closet since the death of his parents, said tuxedo and wedding dress being the last thing he has of his parents. He very rarely takes off his clothes, unless to bathe, but even then he makes sure nobody else is around to see him.

7. 𝙄𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤?

Despite how he behaves in public, Dickson is actually extremely detached from anything that revolves around/involves physical affection and emotional/verbal affection due to just how broken he is because of his grandfather’s abuse and forceful seclusion from society (along with his medical condition). He has a very hard time understanding the concept behind it and will often try to question the value of affection in a scientific manner. The closest thing to affection someone will get from Dickson is obsession. Thanks to Carla showing him compassion when no one else did as a child, Dickson often targets people who show great deals of compassion towards others and/or possess a large amount of experience in the scientific/medical field. Yet, despite this, he is not incapable of showing actual affection. If he spends enough time with said person he is currently obsessed with, he will eventually grow to love them just as he did with Carla. Though this will also cause him to grow possessive over whoever his partner is to an unhealthy extent (so in truth it’s easier to try and slowly teach him about love and affection rather than just letting him pursue you in his own way).

8. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣?

Sleep? What’s that. He doesn’t know what that is. Dickson hasn’t actively slept since the day he was thrown in a containment unit filled with unspeakable horrors by his grandfather because if he did... he’d be ripped apart by all the creatures he was desperately hiding from. The times he does sleep, it’s usually with one eye open (meaning he’s just barely asleep) so he can jump up as quickly as possible when he needs to. He’s often classified as an unnaturally light sleeper by his squad mates and even by his appointed guardian. Though it is possible for his significant other to put him completely to sleep if they lay down with him because not only does he have someone he cares about beside him, he also knows that he isn’t alone (so if something happens they’ll help him out). He’ll still sleep with his back facing the wall just in case regardless.

9. 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢?

No, not unless he really wanted you to hear him. Dickson has pretty much mastered the art of stealth after spending years sneaking around and hiding from the undead as a child, so there’s no way a random human would be able to hear him moving about unless he purposely made his presence known and this is something that he tends to do a lot in order to frighten whoever it is that he’s facing (mainly because he has very sadistic humor).

Tagged by: @s-talking​​

Tagging: @kissespink or @casketcat (whichever you feel like doing) and since I can't think of anyone else... just steal it from me and tag me.

[chaotictomtom]

finished bcs 🧍 what do now.

[alienglowgarden]

thinking about my special little princess..................

[sillimancer]

I hate that the only options are boy or girl I don't want to be perceived as either of those things

[bananaede]

my head feels a bit light since I woke up yay:D everything feels nice and calm

[killa-trav]

travis not having an accelerator during a new heights episode is so weird nope let's not do that again

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, praise, size kink, fıngering, dirty talk, oral fixation, mdni.

“easy, easy,” sukuna groans, having you laid on his broad, empty lap. you’re straddling him, chewing on your bottom lip as he’s knuckles deep into your drooling cunt. already, a clear sheet of slick coats down a single finger of his and you’re twitching from his hold. a cocky grin paints against his lips as one of his free hands attach to your waist. “ah, c’mon. not that bad. ‘s just one finger, princess.”

“y- your fingers are s-so thick, ‘kuna,” you babble out in broken words, and it doesn’t take long before your muscles tighten. indeed, he had much length to his fingers. he was easing you up because just moments ago, you insisted on how you could easily take him on the first try. of course, he decided to help you out anyway, finding amusement in how you’re already about to gush out from just a single digit. the stretch was immaculate, your tummy churns in a line of zig zags as you feel him slowly insert yet another finger inside. “fuck, ‘s long.”

with a breathy chortle, he makes you slump forward into his chest. “such a weak girl,” and his voice pitches against your ear — his breath, hot and fanning near the soft lobe of your ear. “if you can barely handle two fingers, what makes you think you can take two of my cocks, little one?”

your moans become more loud, echoing through the bouncy walls of his devilish, isolated chambers.

your body fails to remain still, grinding against his hand directly underneath you. “k- kunaaa,” you huff, your own jaw becoming loose and dangling itself agape.

it was so delicious . . the stretch, oh the stretch,

the way his two fingers curl into a salacious circular motion, rotating around the goopy insides of your sopping pussy. you were weak, so so weak.

he groans, hearing the slosh slosh squelches your own mess sings from the impact. “hah, ‘s good. i can take one more, please.”

chuckling, his lips press against your forehead. “hm, dunno. maybe i should take ‘em out..”

“s- sukuna,” you whimper, hearing him snickering at your desperate plea. your walls were more clingy than you were on a daily basis, sticking against the texture of his fingers like glue. with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you gasp once you feel the alleviated pressure arise furthermore. “pleaseplease, more. i can take another finger. need another finger.”

“girl,” he snarls, a single fang baring and you jolt into his chest once he spanks your pussy once.

the brief sting that follows makes you throb and it scratches such a good itch in your brain. “what did i tell ya? you don’t need, you want. repeat that sentence for me, pretty.”

“i— i want another finger inside,” you correct yourself, your eye twitching at his familiar sass. sukuna remained seated on his notorious throne, sexily manspread with you on top of him also. your legs felt like mush practically, and the stimulation has you swooning for more. gasping, you bite down on the breaking skin of your lip once more. “want it, ryo. want you.”

“good grief, does fingering make ya forget manners too?” he slyly grins, ruby red eyes peering into the depths of your precious soul.

you sigh, knowing what that meant. as he’s still got two fingers tucked away deeply into your cunt, your arms sling over his tense shoulders. “p- please.”

“atta girllll,” he praises, another one of his hands tugging against the fabric of your blouse.

as you still make a cute attempt at rocking your hips against his lap. he slowly inserts another thick finger inside. tightening around each one individually, you whine before your entire body jitters.

sukuna chuckles deeply against your ear, feeling the claws of your nails seep into the flesh of his arm. “oooh, so three is the limit. i see,” and within three seconds, his digits pull out of your cunt. a slimey string of your filth sticks against his fingers. as he looks down with an utmost hungry gaze, he brings his fingers up to his mouth before sniffing them.

“mhm,” and with glossy eyes, you stare as the demon pops his three fingers right into his mouth. you’re still taking your seat on his lap, watching as his forked tongue devours your enchanted taste. slit eyebrows furrow in arousal before he takes it back out, bringing his fingers toward your quavering lips. “open. taste it, girl,” and as your lips happily part, he slides two fingers inside your mouth, watching you suck against them. he groans, imagining you were putting your cute throat to use on his cock— not his fingers. your pink tongue swishes around, curling against the digits and you taste the bitter taste of your own sweet. “messy fuckin’ woman. taste how dirty you are for me? yeahhh, lick it all up ‘cause ‘m gonna put ‘em right back in. gotta train this weak cunt for the real thing.”

your head bobbles a bit— every few seconds sukuna’s lengthy fingers would thrash back against your uvula, causing you to almost gag. as you lick them clean, tasting his own syrupy saliva in the process, he quickly pulls them out before stuffing them right back into your greedy cunt as promised.

sukuna raises a brow as your head lowers onto his chest. “eh,” and as your tongue playfully licks against his neglected nipples, his breath hitches. you catch him off guard and he grunts at the suddenly sensitivity. “fuck are ya doin’ brat. didn’t tell you to s-suck on . . mhm, those.”

he doesn’t exactly pull you away.

instead, he drags your head closer, looking down embarrassed as your mouth latches onto his thickset pecs like a leech.

it felt odd, strangely new.

you’re sucking against his swollen perky nipples, lolling your tongue around before that’s when he abruptly pulls you off. with a new look of neediness in his eyes, sukuna watches as a trail of your own spit departs from his nipples. you leer back up at him with a teasing grin forming on your lips and he scoffs.

sukuna ryōmen was flustered..

“y’er .. fuckin’ weird,” he grouses, and once he sees your growing simper, he uses a hand to make your head move back toward its former placement near his now dampened pecs.

“keep .. doin’ that. never told ya to stop, little girl. phew, i- i liked that.”

[babybearnini]

Hate that my insurance is now not wanting to pay for one of my inhalers bc it's not for emergencies and it's for maintenance like what do you mean

[sugoroo]

ʚɞ warnings. fem!reader, handjob, oral (m receiving), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, praise kink, pathetic choso of course, cum eating, 18+ minors dni.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who is the bassist of an up-and-coming band with some of his friends, but isn't nearly as confident on stage as the other members seem to be.

however, despite the way he tends to shy away from the spotlight, he still receives a lot of letters from his various fans, his poor mailbox almost permanently overflowing with packages and envelopes waiting to be opened.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who doesn't mind this in the slightest! in fact, he's extremely flattered by all the sweet words people write to him on a daily basis. his favourite part, though, is getting you to read them out loud for him while you sit comfortably on his lap.

he thinks the praise sounds even better when narrated by your pretty voice.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who has just invited you over to read through today's mountain of fanmail when he sees an unusual letter encased in bright pink paper peeking out from the top. his curiosity gets the better of him, and he peels it open to read it himself before you've arrived.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who begins reading with a smile as he skims through the carefully handwritten words. it starts off innocently enough; just the usual gushing over him and his band's music. however, slowly but surely, the letter delves into decidedly different territory.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who stares at the sentence 'if you just let me have one chance i'd give you the messiest, most toe-curling sloppy toppy known to man.' for what feels like hours, trying to make sense of what it could possibly mean.

the strange phrase is evidently not one he is familiar with.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who scrambles over to you when he hears the sound of the door opening, frantically waving the bright letter around in and begging you to explain it to him. he just wants to understand what his fan meant to tell him, after all!

rockstar boyfriend!choso who becomes even more confused when you start laughing reading the letter, your pretty eyes brimming with amusement and a hand flying up to cover your mouth. "what's so funny, baby? what does it meann?" he whines.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who is utterly dumbstruck when you purr out that it would be easier to give him a 'visual demonstration' to explain what the fan meant by the statement, slowly sinking to your knees before him.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who just stands there dumbly, shifting around from foot to foot and gulping loudly when he sees you looking up at from your place knelt on the floor with those damned eyes of yours that are currently glinting with mischief.

rockstar boyfriend!choso whose hand instinctively flies to grasp your wrist when you reach up towards the crotch of his dark ripped jeans, his cheeks flushing a furious shade of red and his eyes wide with bewilderment. "w-what are you doing, pretty?"

rockstar boyfriend!choso who quickly falls silent when you reach up with your free hand to press a finger to his lips, the other gently breaking free from his loose grip and brushing over the steadily growing bulge in his pants.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who whimpers when you tease him for how hard he is already, your sultry voice both arousing and embarrassing him. "aww, is my sweet boy all worked up just from seeing me on my knees for him?"

he can only nod weakly in response, already feeling overwhelmed from one barely-there touch and a few simple words. it's not his fault, really! he just can't help himself around you; especially when the two of you have never ventured past making out before.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who tries to bury his blushing face in the side of his graphic t-shirt sheepishly when you start to properly palm him over the material of his trousers, his soft moans muffled by the clothing.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who feels an involuntary pout push at his lower lip when you remove your touch, only for it to melt into a gape when the finger that was hushing his lips moves to the underside of his chin, tilting it downwards so he's forced to make direct eye contact with you.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who practically feels himself fold like a lawn chair the second you coo sweetly to him that he needs to "keep his eyes on you" if he wants you to continue touching him, causing him to nod furiously in response.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who couldn't look away from you now even if he wanted to, his entire being mesmerized by each miniscule movement you make — the way your fingers toy with the button of his trousers, the subtle way your teeth sink into your lower lip in concentration...

god, you have him so whipped.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who has to bite back a pathetic mewl when you finally push his ripped jeans down his hips, leaving him standing there in the entryway of his apartment in just his boxers and a band shirt. he knows he should be embarrassed; but right now, he couldn't care less.

he just wants to know what you're going to do next.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who is so lost in thought imaging all the different things you could do to him, that when you rub your face against the erection straining against his boxers, he accidentally releases a strangled squeal of shock.

panicking, rockstar boyfriend!choso hurriedly reaches down to tangle a hand into the back of your hair, keeping you pressed against his clothed cock so you don't have the chance to open your mouth and tease him for the sound he just let out.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who can't suppress a soft gasp as your tongue flickers out to swipe little kitten licks over his tented boxers, no doubt leaving a small wet patch there. "m-mmph. babyy, that feels so good."

rockstar boyfriend!choso who feels rather than hears the way you giggle lightly against him, the vibrations of the sound making him grow impossibly harder. and, oh, you've hardly even touched him yet and he's already prepared to explode at any moment.

rockstar boyfriend!choso whose chest rises and falls with rapid breaths when you start to slowly peel his boxers off too, his throbbing cock slapping against his pale stomach with a lewd smack! that makes him whine in shame.

his embarrassment only increases when he observes the way you react to the sight of his length for the first time, your tongue darting out to moisten your suddenly dry lips and your pupils visibly dilating. "s-stop staring." he huffs petulantly.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who swears he almost cums untouched when you tell him that you're just admiring how "pretty his cock is", his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he tries to think of a coherent response. but any words are quickly lost when you wrap a hand around his base.

"ah!" rockstar boyfriend!choso cries pathetically, the sound resembling that of a wounded animal of some description as you start to gently pump his pale cock in a loose grip, deliberately teasing him with what's to come.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who's so close to the edge already, his balls practically bursting at the seams with the need to release themselves. but then you remove your hand, causing him to whimper in protest and weakly thrust his hips into the air in search of more friction.

"n-no! baby, you're so cruel. please, give me just a little more..." he pants breathlessly, staring down at you with those wide, glossy eyes. shit — how are you supposed to tease him when he looks so painfully beautiful begging for you?

rockstar boyfriend!choso who does actually cum when you lean in to press a gentle kiss against his adorably flushed cockhead, his milky seed splattering lewdly across your features before he can even stammer out some kind of warning.

he prepares to apologize profusely, but trails off when he notices that you seem completely unbothered. no; in fact, you seem to be pleased, licking some of the cum staining the corner of your mouth with a satisfied hum. "you taste so sweet, cho." you purr.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who swears there's a real risk of him fainting if you say another word of praise, so he hurriedly yanks you back by your hair to his still half-hard cock. but he doesn't force you onto it, just brings you close enough that he can feel your breaths fanning across his heated skin, making it visibly twitch.

"p-please can you kiss it again, pretty girl?" rockstar boyfriend!choso whines quietly, his eyes locked on your cum-stained face as you smile softly in response to his request. god, how did he ever get so lucky?

rockstar boyfriend!choso whose entire body convulses when you place another kiss to his profusely leaking tip, quickly grasping the edge of his t-shirt and shoving it between his teeth to muffle some of his sounds as you start to lap at the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

"such a needy boy." you speak teasingly against him, admiring every adorable change of his facial expression as you continue to coat him in your saliva. and choso think he's the lucky one — god knows how many of his fans would kill to be in your position right now (especially the one who penned that vulgar letter.)

rockstar boyfriend!choso simply nods dumbly, clearly too drunk on pleasure from your touches to deny your words. "just for— mmph! — f'you, baby." he slurs out, his hand stroking through the back of your hair as if you're the most precious thing he's ever encountered.

and to him, you are.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who releases the most pornographic moan once you finally take his sensitive tip into your mouth, the feel of your warm, wet mouth suckling around him making his eyelids droop in bliss. he's never experienced anything so perfect in his entire life.

rockstar boyfriend!choso whose crumpled up shirt falls from his mouth, his jaw slackening as he babbles a string of unintelligible curses and whimpers. you've only taken half of his length between your lips, but he already feels like he's in heaven.

he's so lost in dreamland he hardly notices how long it takes you to get all of him lodged inside your mouth, your nose bumping against the small patch of dark hairs scattered near his base as you try to hold back your gag reflex.

you bet he probably doesn't even know just how big he is.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who glances down at you in concern when he hears a slight choking sound, only to be met with the shockingly beautiful (and arousing) sight of your current state.

drool is involuntarily seeping from the corners of your mouth, your eyes watery with unshed tears as you try to handle having your entire throat stuffed more than full with his thick cock.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who doesn't know what comes over him when he finds his hand tightening in your hair, his hips wildly bucking up into the roof of your plush mouth as if they have a mind of their own — he tries to stop, but he just can't.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who sobs out choked apologies mixed with declarations of love over and over again, contrasting the roughness of his repeated thrusts between your lips. you've never seen him so feral before, but it's a sight you're quickly becoming addicted to.

he cums down your throat in record time, emptying all of his balls into your pliant mouth with a strangled whimper. unfortunately, he can't even keep his eyes open to watch you gulp it all down, too high off the feeling of the best orgasm he's ever had.

rockstar boyfriend!choso who forces himself to come back to reality to check on you, his sweet face contorted in concern as he releases his death grip on your hair and tenderly strokes your sticky cheek with his thumb. "a-are you okay, baby? i didn't mean to be so rough. i-i just got carried away." he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

you're quick to assure him that it's fine, smiling up at him as if you didn't just suck the soul of the poor man. and then you have the sheer audacity to purr... "you wanna do that to another part of me too, cho?"

rockstar boyfriend!choso who is absolutely positive you're going to be the death of him one of these days.

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