#boi's down baddd

[ryoun]

#yet he's the one who fell instead thooo

[emperorcartagia]

just in case anyone was wondering what he sounds and looks like when he's not refa. this was in 1989 i believe, so a good few years before b5.

[hoshigray]

hey love can i request brothers bff cho and how he's just down bad for you 🤍🤍🤍

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg wait, i fucks with this baddd

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - masturbation (m!) - oral (m! receiving) - tit/breast fucking (m! receiving) - cowgirl position - pet names (baby, darling, honey, sweetie) - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - implied that reader is big chested - Choso crushing on you hard, lmao - mention of drool/spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

Choso knew better than to be attracted to you, the sibling of his best friend ever. 

Your brother and Choso have been buddies for a while, meeting during his part-time job at a burger joint as servers and finding out they have so much in common. Being older siblings, lovers of rock music, and relating to so much together, the two often hung out after work and became pretty good friends. Just two people vibing out in each others’ company, and there was nothing to make this relationship complicated!

“Hey, Choso, I’ve told you about my sister before, right?”

You greeted him with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Choso!”

Well, that is until you came and absolutely rocked Choso’s world. 

You were the younger sibling of two; a college senior comes home biweekly to take care of laundry and then drives back up for your education. By your gorgeous face and alluring figure, Choso was struck by your image from the first time his eyes ever laid on you. You were such a kind spirit, always so sweet to him and others surrounding you — you’d want to hang with the boys whenever you had the chance while you were visiting, which was hellish for the brown-haired man. 

You’d laugh along with the jokes, making Choso’s heart skip uncontrollably, and the way you’d lean to him when you’re sleepy watching a movie with them pushed the guy on the verge of shutting down. He could never get tired of how you’d say his name; it came out so dear from your lips as if he could be under your spell at any second. And it didn’t help that you’d walk around the house with shorts on, the lower fringes constantly threatening Choso on whether they’d creep up to see the mere crevice of your ass.

As said before, he knew better than siblings of best friends were off limits. However, you were becoming too much for him. It’s been half a year of seeing you, and there has never been a day or night where you haven’t popped up in his head one way or another, particularly when his mind would think of you in the most…lustful ways.

He throws his head back, reminiscing about you and your outfit from the pub. The way your breasts were tucked in nicely by the window of your bodycon dress, yet the cleavage was too tempting for his eyes not to notice. The dress sculpted your curves dangerously, Choso fighting the urge to put his hand on your hip to feel your clothed skin. And your lipgloss made your lips shine; every time you spoke to him was a test for him not to kiss you right there in front of your brother. It was so cruel how you looked so good for him!

He was spending the night at yours after a night out drinking with you and your brother, using the basement bedroom to sleep. Sleep evades him; however, he uses this space to deal with the erection he’s been dying to indulge in this entire night instead. His teeth pull the bottom of his shirt, dark jeans discarded to the floor, and his hand pumps his shaft that’s freed from his boxer briefs.

He grunts at the memory, teeth grinding while he strokes his long cock. Precum exuding from the urethra slides down to the base and wets his fingers. “Fuuck, Y/n,” your name is said in choked moans, the horny man fisting himself in a faster motion. Brown eyebrows are trenched, and his abdomen begins to flex. Shit, I’m so close, so cl—

“Choso?”

He never in his life froze still in an instant, and his heart goes to a complete stop, too. No way.

“Ca–…May I come in?”

No words are said from either side, so Choso’s heat immediately shifts to icy cold when he hears the door open, and your frame is all he sees. You’re still wearing the beautiful dress, yet your face is molded into an expression of utter anxiousness. Sweat goes down Choso’s forehead, oh fucking shit!

“I came down to see if you were okay and needed anything,” your eyes were downcast to the floor, chewing on your lips during this awkward situation. “But…I heard you say my name and…”

Oh, it was so over for him. All Choso could do was stare at you in dread, entirely shocked that you saw him masturbate at the thought of you! You were fidgeting with your dress, perplexed about how to handle this predicament, too. He was so done for; not only was he thinking of you, the sibling of his best friend, and using said thoughts of you, but now you are aware of how he pictures you in his fucked up head! Yup, he can never walk into this house again. “S–Sorry, Y/n! I’ll just go and—“

“Can I help?”

Again, his body goes rigid mid-stride of getting off the bed after pulling his underwear up. ….What?

“I mean, can I…help you with that?” You meekly walk into the room and close the door behind you. “I am the one who made you like this, so…I’m okay with it if you are…..”

Choso blinks, too alarmed to make any movements. “But, your brother…” You’re quiet for a few seconds before you spook him by taking steps in his direction. He gulps thickly when your figure crawls on the bed, too close for his brain to comprehend. You take his hand with your soft ones and bring his fingers to your lips to kiss, and his breath hitches when you suck and lick his digits. The boner stuffed in his briefs twitches at the sensation of your tongue running against the underside of his middle finger and sucking on it. 

You peer at him, “What about him?” That is what you say before lifting your dress to remove your panties. And just when Choso thought his life was about to be thrown in the gutter, you flipped the script on him again.

In his head, Choso knew he shouldn’t be doing this.

“Mmm…Mmahh! Oh, Choso, you taste so good…”

But in his heart, he couldn’t help but give in to this situation.

You were situated between his legs, ripped him off his briefs for you to suck on his glans freely. Your tinge dances around his cockhead to prompt more come to ooze out of his urethra, and your hand slides up and down to stroke his member. Choso whimpers under your touch, and shivers crawl up his spine as you lick from the base to the tip before sucking hard.

“Fuuck, Y/n,” he grips the sheets, barely containing his hips to buck to your lips. “Your mouth, it’s—Hssshh…!”

“Mmm?” You blink before releasing the tip with a sound. “What about my mouth, Choso baby?” Fuck, the nickname made the pink of his ears creep down to his nape. “You feel good?” He nods at your question, and you giggle before sucking one of his balls, resulting in a sharp gasp from the brown-haired man. “I’m so happy you are…”

Hallow cheeks take in his cock, busying your throat with his length that has you humming blissfully. You massage his waist as you bob your face up and down, and shaky breaths leave his lips while his legs jolt with every swish of your tongue.

“—Shhiiit, oh shit, hnnn,” he can’t do it, you were driving him crazy. “Y/n, you’re gonna make me…Mmmm”

You pick up on his cue, withdrawing your lips from him to maneuver and pull down the top of your dress. Caramel eyes widen at the sight of your breast spilling out, forgetting how to breathe when you bring them to wrap around his long dick. You move them around to please him, taking the tip back into your mouth to slurp his leaking essence that trickles down to your chest. 

“Mmaahh, go ahead, darling,” you place kisses on the tip, Choso looking at nothing but your mounds swallow him with every stroke. It takes mere seconds for his orgasm to sneak up on him, his jizz coming out to fall and trickle down in between the rifts of your tits. “There you go, let it out for me…” the way you looked at him with half-lidded eyes took his breath away, especially with the spit that connects your gloss-shining lips to his spit-and-come coated shaft. 

And when he’s finally inside you? He’s too far gone to even think of being away from you.

“Ohhh, hoooh!! Chosooo, y’u feel soo good!”

Your dress was cast-off entirely, your nude body bouching up and down on Choso, his cock bullying the inside of your cunt. It’s been a solid fifteen minutes shared between the two of you exploring each other’s bodies, and sweaty skin exchanges heat from the constant motions. And come from rounds prior spill from your chasm as you ride on Choso’s dick with a rhythm.

He has his hands on your hips now, using you to keep him steady before he gets too lost in the feeling. Not that it hasn’t happened already; the man moans with every clamp of your walls around him, tightening around him with every graze of your g-spot. You wail for him up top, and your aroused sounds have to be the cutest things he’s ever heard. And the way your tits jump every time you plummet down to the base of him, it’s an image that will haunt him for the rest of his days.

“Tahhh, ughh, Jesus Christ…” He’s too sensitive right now; he just came not too long ago and is now being chased down for another one. “Y/n, sweetie, too fast, slow d—Ahh…!”

You hear him and titter, “Yeah? Want me to slow down, huh…” You bring your hips up excruciatingly slow, listening intently to the shaky sobs from the brunette as you get to the very top. And then you smack yourself down with haste, sharing a yelp at the rushed sensation. You do it again, “Think you’re about to cum again, huh, honey?”

His hands now come to your ass to grope with the flesh, and you twitch around his girth at the hunger. “Yeahhh…”

“You gonna be good and cum for me again, right?” Another snap of your ass crashing down on him. 

“Yess, baby,” he throws his head back to the pillows, his head pounding so hard it could kill him. You can feel him pulsating within your slit. “Almost there…Ohh–ooo..!”

You bite your lip, relishing at the sight of him being desperate for release. You lean forward to him, your breasts meshing with his chest as you snake a hand around the back of his head. You place your lips on his, and he doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate.

The kiss gets hotter when you dial up the speed, tongues swirling and exchanging spit as the friction becomes a lot more pleasurable than before. Choso’s ears ring the deeper you bring him in to kiss, humming on his tongue as you suck on it with harsh rocks on his length from scraping places you couldn’t reach. He’s so fucking addicted to you; his composure long deteriorated the moment he first put his cock inside you.

Choso bucks himself to you in sync, his climax coming in just a few ruts. He howls into you, and you wail along as your hips don’t rest until you’re hit with a crescendo of your own. Contracting your vaginal walls milks him, exerting his load into you again to spill and flow down your sticky frames. 

You two heave and pant in each other’s mouth before the kiss is broken, and the string of saliva is evidence of you being one with the other. Although the both of you are dazed, you smile at him before kissing his nose. “Glad I helped you out, huh?” He chuckles weakly as you lay kisses on his chin.

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

And just like that, the two of you are frozen yet again. Wait…

Too late, the bedroom door busts open with a bang, and in comes your brother!

“Yooo, Choso, my guy—hic,” your brother stumbles inside the room, still a bit loopy and drunk. “Wanna go up and hit a quick blunt with— ah…”

The heat shared between you and the man below you switched to silent torture, awkwardness suffocating the three figures staring at each other. And this is the exact reason why Choso should’ve known better than to mingle around with you…

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

[sashiavi]

you mentioned about wanting rambles so... im sharing this one with you because u will GET IT... !

breeding with bull Alex... being his cute lil cow girl, the sheer size difference potential ughh could you imagine? he could lift you up by your waist and fuck you doggy style while you still hover mid air </3 PULLING on his big bull horns for stability when he bullies you into a mating press, having his whole body completely encase yours as he bends awkwardly with every thrust; but you can hardly complain with a face full of his tits </3 having him pump ur pussy full every breeding season??? he'd be so affectionate n doting too i bet, parading around with you glued to his hip because he loves to show you off </3

Ughhh you get me so well ♡♡

Cow! And Bull! Hybrids are genuinely one of my absolute favourite things </3 they honestly rival Puppy! Girls n boys so hArd it's so hard to choose between them sometimes.

And ughh being Alex's pretty Cow - it's everything I love, things like heats and cycles Lactation! ! !

It's such a guilty pleasure of mine you don't even know (or you do >v>)

Poor pretty tits aching so baddd, nipples so sensitive while he gently laps at them to soothe, he knows he shouldn't be so greedy, he feeds you sooo well and pampers you sweetly to ensure your milk is the best quality for him to sell on the farm- but how could he?? Not when you taste so good and look so pretty while he does it <//3

And the comforting aura he'd bring - so strong and dominant :(( getting you all comfy on his cock, cuddle fucking you while he gently suckles on your tits, swallowing down your sweet milks. He'll break away for a few moments just to praise and shush you, his hands always petting and caressing, even bumping the cute little buds on your head you call horns.

He can go absolutely crazy on your scent but also has such a grip on himself and knows when it's your special time :((

Something about him being sooo dominant over everything with you - breeding you up, fucking you deep but also when he's being so, so soft.

[vagabond-umlaut]

tempest in a teapot

gojo finds nothing more delightful than seeing your annoyed frown in the middle of a storm— why should he need the sun to break through the gloomy clouds, when you're right there in front of him, huh?

teen!gojo x fem!reader; fluffy & not-very-lwk sappy [xDD]; lovesick gojo; realisation of feelings; gojo loves you— you're compelled to tolerate him; he is sort of... obsessed w you but not in the toxic way yet; implied bullying [gojo isn't involved!!]; he wants to be your knight in shining armour sooo baddd; 'one-sided enemies to lovers'; 2.5k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna!

header frm pinterest // divider by @/isisjupiter // jjk isn't mine

gojo believes, there exist two kinds of people.

one, those who aren't but love to pretend being better than everyone else— and two, those who aren't but will do anything to be viewed as the worst in the world— the second category housing no one except you—

tingles dancing behind his ribs, down his arms and right to the tips of his fingers, the boy hums when asked why he wishes to meet you out of all the people he could. that too now, the sky darkening from a mix of night and storm— that too, to meet you.

candy crushed between molars, gojo grins.

"let's just say i'm a little curious about her, shall we?"

then pauses, grin mellowing when he finally feels your cursed energy— if his six eyes were working just fine and not fatigued after today's spree of killing curses, maybe he could have known your location too in an instant or so... and not have had to rely on others for that...

the blinding beacon that your cursed signature is, brushes soothingly against his exhausted self— he adds, "also maybe 'cause i'm a little in love with her— she's really sweet, y'know?"

whatever response he might have been expecting, a scoff is definitely not one of them.

utahime makes a face. almost as if she just bit into a lemon... almost as if she doesn't believe gojo can fall in love... almost as if she deems you to be not sweet... that last implication nearly makes him want to throw hands with the girl, opting to ignore the fact that she's shoko's girlfriend—

but he stops when she jabs a thumb to the corridor to the left.

your cursed energy caresses his six eyes gently. something burns at the back of his two eyes. he begs his mind to listen to the directions being given to him. the directions to you!!

"go down this hallway then turn right at the end. she will still be in the gardens—" the rest of the sentence doesn't reach gojo.

nor does anything else, for that matter.

nothing does. except for the steady thump!thump!thump! against his ribs and in his ears. and, of course— how did he even forget this— the lodestar your brilliance is to his too impatient self, too stumbling feet, this squally evening as he skids past empty hallways...

your smile is the first thing the boy notices.

so sweet. so sweet. it is the sweetest thing gojo reckons to have ever seen in his life. the pretty little smile carving your lips and illuminating your equally lovely face, as you lie on your stomach on the grass. legs swaying with the wind. gaze dancing over the fluttering pages—

everything changes in a beat— or perhaps even less than that— with your eyes no longer on the book.

they are on him. drowning him. suffocating him. squeezing whatever infinitesimal life left in him after the past three days' missions. taking every bit of who he is, all for themselves to glare at so sweetly.

your pretty little smile falls into an adorable frown. "why are you here, senpai?"

"why am i here?" he echoes your query. your frown deepens. he grins, brushing his bangs away out of his view. "to see you, of course!! mind if i take a seat beside you?"

you do mind. gojo knows, yet doesn't find a fault in you minding him so— shutting your book, you don't waste an extra second to move to sit upright. nor to scoot away when the boy takes your absence of an answer as an invitation to plop down onto the grass.

your scowl stays unfazed, gojo watches, heart lurching and tumbling. falling onto his back, he shifts to lie on his side, an elbow propped up to support his head. and hums.

"why do you look so mad, sweet—"

"please don't call me by such terms," you cut him off, sharp and terse, "and please don't pretend you don't know why i'm mad— acting like a fool doesn't suit you."

"acting like a fool doesn't suit you either, darling," the boy replies, not borrowing even a moment to mull over his words. it's honestly so like playing with fire... arguing with you, that is. but he is nothing if not an extremely devoted lover of danger, so he will keep doing whatever he is doing now— plus, don't the two of you seem so 'married couple'-y right now, huh?

he continues— not disturbed, rather delighted by how your features tighten and stiffen. eyes narrowing a touch. lips pursed a pinch— he wonders if you know how much you're endearing yourself to him the longer you keep looking at him that way—

he allows his grin to simmer down to a sly twist of lips.

"but i'm not going to question that... your love for your family is pretty cool—" not really. gojo finds it boring at best, and stupid at worst. but since it's you... he tries to deem it as neither. "— so whatever amazing plan you've concocted: pretending to be weak, so you aren't sent to a mission, so you have a 100% chance of staying alive anddd your dear family doesn't have to get sad—"

"why are you here, senpai?"

obviously, to see you, silly!!

— is what gojo should say. is what gojo wants to say. but he finds his tongue numb and unmoving. rendered useless by the sight you, your cursed energy, both have become...

if you were a fire before, you're nothing less than a solar flare now.

and the boy loves it. his six eyes love it. the boy loves you—

your brows gather close. his stomach does a flip. your voice assumes an adorably serious tone. "you didn't come here to ask me out, again, did you, senpai?"

did he?

oh, gojo doesn't really know.

maybe he did... he does want to take you to his favourite restaurants. but maybe he didn't... seeing you has been the only thing on his mind ever since he was informed of his mission being in otsu, shiga.

only fifteen kilometres away from the kyoto jujutsu tech— you don't allow him to utter a single syllable in reply, however. gojo wonders if this is how all your future arguments will be like— he decides it's not that bad.

not when you lean a little towards him. gaze narrowed. tone earnest.

"look— i know keeping another's secrets is a big deal, and some folks need some sort of... uh, reward for that— but how about this? instead of me going out on a date with you, why don't i buy you a box of them gourmet chocolates? or, a ticket to your favorite band's concert? or, a gift voucher of your favorite clothing store— this is better, isn't it?"

better... it would have been... if only he was dead set on making you reward him, as you oh so eloquently put it, for keeping your secrets.

but the thing is, he isn't. the boy doesn't want any sort of silly reward from you— he just wants to take you out on a date. always has, since his eyes met yours few weeks ago and he felt something strange and sweet unfurl within his chest—

making it seem like a payment for him shutting his mouth about you, was only a tactic. a very cheap tactic, the boy chides himself, looking at the worry etched into the dip of your lips.

slipping his shades off, he sits up. and offers a tiny smile. it feels... too weird... too soft on his lips.

"you do know who you're talking to, don't you?"

it takes you a while to reply. throwing back a question of your own. "is this you telling me i can't buy a rich guy's silence, senpai?"

he is. he very much is. but heaven knows why you make it sound this rude— the same as before, you don't stop speaking. not allowing him squeeze a single word in.

"but everyone likes free stuff, don't they? i mean, i'll be buying all that for you, and you won't have to spend even a single yen..." you heave a sigh. so minute, he almost misses it. but he doesn't 'cause he's pretty much focused his every sense on you—

exhaling yet another sigh, you ask, "don't you like freebies, senpai?"

he does. he very much does. even more when you say it that way with your cute little frown and exasperated little tone—

"you're too sweet, y'know?" he breathes out, hoping he sounds just as fond as he feels of you now. extremely likely, forever. "i don't really get why utahime doesn't see you to be so."

you make some sort of a noise then.

it isn't exactly a chuckle... nor is it a snort... it's very cute, nonetheless.

you hum, "iori-senpai is the kindest out of everyone here. if she thinks i'm not someone sweet... i don't know but doesn't it ring some sort of warning bell inside your head, hm?"

"hell no," gojo mutters in that same instant— a little miffed at how you refer to utahime, a quiet respect lacing every letter you say— not-too-little miffed at the implications behind you calling that sharp-tongued girl the kindest here—

for the first time in your company, the boy feels his lips collapse into a frown.

it's something, he realises you realise too, the way your lips part a tad. in something akin surprise... but not the very pleased kind.

he doesn't really think before adding, "the only bells i can hear when i look at you are—" you frown. he bites his tongue. perhaps... he should think a bit before speaking...

chuckling, he continues as if you did not just shoot his soul a look.

"never mind what i can hear... but the thing is you can never be one who rings warning bells in others' minds— like, hell no!" he repeats. letting some force seep into his syllables. into his unwavering stare, fixed on you. on every minute expression you're making—

he really decides to think, however. softening himself on noting your shaky exhale. your nails digging into the cover of your book— he lets himself borrow a beat before resuming.

forcing his face into a bright grin when he does so.

"feel free to text me the names of those dipshits who have ever made you feel bad, by the way— but don't worry," he adds, the memories of his previous error of ways hitting him in the face.

"i won't ask you out on a date in return for that— i'm just in need of an intensive punching practice, and you will do me a big favour by doing as i asked you to— you will text me, won't ya?"

yeah. no. thank you. fuck you—

you say nothing.

nothing, nothing, nothing at all.

for a very painfully long ten seconds.

during which you do nothing except look at him— just look, that too! neither glare nor gape nor gawk— just a quiet, scarily quiet looking— gojo swears his heart skips a beat when you finally open your mouth.

and inquire, words so slow and soft.

"this isn't some ploy of yours to get my number, right?"

"hey, no—" he rushes to explain. fuming at himself 'cause how the hell did he fuck up this bad again!?!?— but as is the norm, you don't allow him to speak any more than that. cutting him off with yet another one of your queries— except this time, it's not so slow.

and more of a statement than a question, now that he thinks about it— "you did not really tell anyone about my secret in these past weeks, did you?"

no, he didn't. obviously, he didn't.

gojo satoru might be several things, but an intentional villain isn't one of them... something skids across your face when the boy tells you as much— but he finds himself not too sure.

thanks to the lightning streaking across the sky.

and the torrential rains following not an instant late.

and the way your gaze jumps from him to the sky, to the book in your hold— only to come back to his face. wide, unblinking, all-consuming for a scanty moment there—

gojo tries his best not to collapse into the mud when you break into a sprint for cover from the downpour. he tries his best not to follow you as he feels your warmth go farther and farther away. his six eyes gaze at the trail of your addictively bright and hot— and his six eyes aren't talking about just the temperature— cursed energy—

the boy tries his damnedest best not to shout, overwhelmingly happy and relieved as he realises the rapidly reducing distance between him and your cursed signature.

the thud of your sneakers on the cement floor of the building sounds nothing less than the best music the boy's ever heard. or maybe, it is the best music in this whole wide world...

yet another lightning streaks across the sky. he twists himself around just in time to catch the awe-filled look you offer at the sight. features something out of this realm as your eyes trace its path, not even a bit bothered by the deafening thunder that sounds next—

gojo thinks he'll die happy if he dies now.

or maybe he can die later, he changes his stance quickly. on noticing you dash towards him through the mud, face fixed in a deep scowl as you struggle to open an umbrella, and balance a pretty heavy-looking bag off your forearm.

you huff when you reach him.

the boy wonders if it's your finally-open umbrella, or you, who shields him from the numbing cold of the torrential rains—

crouching down before him, you drop the bag into his lap.

and exhale a quiet sigh. his breath catches in his chest when he spies a hint of something... maybe fondness? curling up the corners of your frown, as you speak.

"next time you wanna flirt with someone, try not to do that after your missions— it is very difficult to be mad at a person if they look just a push away from passing out, y'know?"

[no... gojo doesn't really know.

but as he lets you press the handle of the umbrella into his palm— an odd look flittering over your features before you turn on your heel and hurry back into the school building— and his eyes fall on the contents of the bag you've left with him—

cans of green tea. chamomile tea. dark chocolate. biscuits. water—

the boy muses if this is your attempt to buy his silence. by giving him enough food and drinks to prevent him from blacking out from sheer exhaustion while on the train ride back to tokyo...

oh. it's enough for him to not worry 'bout tonight's dinner as well, he tells himself on finding two cups of instant noodles at the bottom of the bag—

gojo smiles.

deciding not only his silence to be yours, but also a part of his heart— albeit... weren't either of them yours to begin with, huh?]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

masterlist

[riddlessecretss]

Train ride with Mattheo Riddle:

• You CANNOT tell me he would not bombard your phone with selfies.🤣

• Your passcode being his birthday>>

• Fucking him in front of his friends because you two don’t care.

Omg the way he looks in this photo is just majestic.

“Y/nn! Hurry up, I don’t know why you brought that suitcase for this year.”

“I’ve got a dorm to myself this year which means I’ve got more storage. And I’m going to use it.”

He chuckled and helped you with pulling the case up from the platform. “Thank you baby.” You thank him with a kiss on the cheek. You start looking for your assigned seats and get the window and middle seat. Opposite you is Theodore and opposite Mattheo is Tom. You guys lost Tom and Theodore a while back while you were smoking and flirting with Mattheo.

You have a seat but sit on Mattheo’s lap so you can cuddle. You are always tense about the train since your older brother left the school and doesn’t go on the tram anymore. But messing around with Mattheo makes it better.

Theo didn’t get enough sleep last night because he had girls over, of course. He fell asleep first so you decided to take a photo.💀

You and Mattheo couldn’t stop laughing at how mad he looked even when he slept. When you got to know Theo you would learn that he’s probably the sweetest Slytherin out there. But he doesn’t like to show it.

But you were too busy still laughing at him to realise Blaise and Enzo had been editing photos of Tom and Draco. You open your phone to the gc to see these.

Tom👺- That is not funny! Just you fucking wait tonight Lorenzo Berkshire.

Enzo🌺- I take it back!!

Tom👺- Too late.

You- BAHAHA🤣

Draco🌝- I CANTT

Blaise🏋️- Draco don’t think your safe💀

Mattheo❤️- Oh shit😭 the first one is baddd buddy.

Draco🌝- My father will hear about this!

You get tired after all the messing about with Mattheo so you decide to take a nap. Which results in another photo added in the gc.

Enzo🌺- Aww

Theo🇮🇹- And they laughed at me for sleeping!

You wake up from the smell of liquor and w33d. Mattheo passes you the joint. “Thank yo-“

“Any snacks for the remaining journey?”

For three years in a row you and Mattheo buy nearly everything and throw it around the carriage to share. You and Mattheo have taken upon yourselves to be the parents of the group whether your responsible or not is not important. You all get high as you arrive to school.

Dumbledore’s greeting speech is always a bore and you have to sit through all the new first years hat sorting ceremony. Mattheo has got his hand on your thigh the entire time.

“Can you stay quiet for me doll?” You nod as he slides his hand up and reaches under your skirt. You try and keep a straight face while Mattheo’s hand is on your pussy. He starts rubbing your clothed cunt and eventually speeds up. Before you get to cum Mattheo moves his hand away. Tease. You take a drink to help you cool down. His hand starts to creep back as the boys share a few sniggers in the new years crying over their hogwarts house.

His hand gets higher than before as he sneaks a finger in and curls up to hit your g-spot. A squeal leaves your mouth as you cover your mouth, luckily no-one heard. Mattheo adds two fingers as he adds, “You can be as loud as you want tonight.” You smirk as you remember your good luck tradition to make the room more welcoming is to fuck on the first night.

You squirm under his touch and it isn’t long until you cum in his hand. He hold eye contact as he licks his fingers.

“We have got a new student joining the 12th year!” Dumbledore announces as you all turn your head. The brunette walks up to the hat and already looks like fun, you wanna be her friend.

“SLYTHERIN!”🗣️🗣️

It’s late because I fell asleep. Enjoy and i will prolly make this a series. If I re log a post go and show them some love because these peoples works are impressive! Tyy for nearly 300 likes on a post! Navaiah💝

[k2ntoss]

im quite literally in class rn but the jason brain rot is going so strong, so all i can think of is trying to convince Jay to stay home from patrol for just one(1) night because he's working too hard

like you barely see him anymore cuz he's either out running around as Red Hood or passed the fuck out in bed throughout the day, and just having enough of it and just like, getting down and giving him the absolute best head of his life to convince him to stay in (and he does, but only because he's literally physically unable to afterwards, like legs shaky and eyes glazed over, maybe just a little bit subby too?) ughhh god i need him so baddd 😭

- your friendly neighbourhood 🦊

after too many days i'm back, i've been too low on inspiration and i hate that but i read again this today while i was at work and i GIGGLED TOO HARD, 🦊 noonie i'm gonna find you (and kiss your brain) soooo as an apology for being off a few days, here we have a slightly long smutty thing with my sweet pretty boy jay <3

it's been probably over a month since jason only came back home to pass out on the bed, he barely woke up to eat something and do one or another stuff, even bruce was a bit worried about his health but he didn't pushed on it further.

once again night falls and jay is getting all geared up on your room, tactical pants, boots and that black compression shirt that always made your mouth water on when you came in, a small pout on your lips at the sight of your too tired boyfriend "jay... you look like you could use a night off" your voice is soft and so tempting for jason, because the idea of cuddling next to you and rest seemed to be what he needed more than anything.

"princess, you know i can't do that" jason sighs, there's a glimpse of want on his eyes and it's everything your brain needs to come up with a method to convince him and you are 90% sure it will work so it takes you less than a second to walk to him, letting yourself fall to the floor right between his legs.

the sight from that point is even more encouraging because jason looks so much intimidating like that, even when he frowns totally confused at your actions "but you work way too much, jay" and he knows what you're up too so his look changes from questioning to warning and oh, if it doesn't turn you on more because you know that you have the power to turn him into a puddle "you can stay home tonight, i can call dick to tell him you're sick and that you need to rest" your head lays on his thigh as one of your hand traces softly his stomach, fingers trailing over his abs while your eyes look into his.

"sweetheart, i can't do that–" jason starts, he sounds like he's having the hardest time of his life trying to tell you 'no' and it is as your fingers start to undo the buttons of his pants and his belt, caressing him over his boxers and feeling him reacting to your touch. there's a soft growl that escapes his lips, making you sit properly on your knees and looking up at your boyfriend for him to give into your (and his) needs just for him to move so you can pull his pants down enough to see his cock grow harder under your subtle strokes.

"you need to rest, at least one night" there's that pout on your lips again and that innocent tone that he doesn't buy because how could he when you start to slide your hand under his boxers and smile when his hard shaft is completely at your mercy, hand going up and down before you lean in to press a playful kiss on his tip, it sends a jolt through his spine and he can't help the low moan that slips past his lips when your tongue traces his length before taking the head between your lips.

it's always easy for jason to get lost on how good you make him feel, even when it comes to the times he needs to do something important so here he is, one of his hands on the back of your head while you suck slowly on him not taking in too much, your hand traces the veins on the bottom of his cock before stroking it "god damn, baby... you look so good on your knees for me" his voice is hoarse and he tries to pull you down on him just to be met with a playful look from you.

"c'mon, let me do this by myself" you speak, your lips shiny as you smile at jason, his dick pressed against your cheek and he nods "that's a good boy" and the way he swallows hard makes you chuckle before your mouth wraps around his shaft. jason keeps his hands next to his legs, the way you called him a good boy made him feel like he could cum just with your touch but it would have been pretty pathetic so he holds back. his eyes are fixed on the way your head bobs, the lewd noises your mouth makes everytime his head touches your throat and he has to resist the urge to fuck your face.

there's a pop that comes out of your lips when you let go of his cock, hand still fisted around him while you pull down the front of your sleeveless top, tits spilling out for him to look. the moan that escapes his lips is unholy when you put his dick between your breasts, tongue playing with his slit while you stroke him like that and he feels in heaven "you look so good like that, baby..." your words are sweet, he loves the way it feels because he could melt right there and it's what he needs to forget about anything else. he whimpers at the second you smirk, pulling away to grab hold of him and spitting on his shaft before taking it into your mouth again, this time sucking and licking on it with more urge.

you can feel him throb on your tongue, making you pull away again "such a pretty boy, aren't you? need to cum, baby? go ahead, good boys deserve to be rewarded" you coo him right before your mouth is wrapping him again and he can't help it this time, thrusting into your throat in a needy move before you can feel him shooting his load in a whiny moan, he looks so pretty like that and it makes you want to keep making him squirm.

it takes you nothing to stand up and go sit on his lap, his body trembles under your touch and the load you've been holding on your mouth falls over your tits when you open your mouth and stick your tongue out before you pull his head towards your breasts "feel better now, baby?" you ask with a small smirk when jason hums in response, his mouth too busy on one of your nipples as he sucks while looking at you from under his eyelashes, pretty green eyes glazed as he whines softly "wanna stay home for tonight?"

"yes, mommy..." he can barely speak without sounding too slurred from how tired he felt from all the extra work and the head you just gave him.

"fine, i'll call dick to tell him you're sick"

[heeheeswifey]

secretary!sunghoon headcannons

MDNI!!

you just wanted to see him cry under you.

secretary!sunghoon who has always had the hots for you, making sure to be the best secretary ever!

secretary!sunghoon who finally got to take you out, tripping over his own words..

secretary!sunghoon who had a dark blush all over his face, making you giggle.

secretary!sunghoon who drove you back after a long day, placing a shakey kiss on your forehead.

secretary!sunghoon who came to work the next day with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, handing it to you with a bright smile.

secretary!sunghoon who finally built up the courage to ask you to become his.

secretary!sunghoon who treated you like a princess, doing everything for you.

secretary!sunghoon who loved having you on top of his lap, so he could place kisses all over you neck.

secretary!sunghoon who wanted to fuck you, but you had other plans.

"f-fuck.. mommy.!- shit...I wanna 'cum so baddd- hnngh~" he whined pathetically as you cut off his orgasm for the nth time that night, tears forming in his eyes. "be a good boy for mommy, yeah? Don't cum if I don't tell you to, okay?." you say, looking at his weeping cock, rubbing your thumb harshly over the oversensitized tip. "it isn't so hard,baby.." you say, sitting your clothed cunt over his hard abs. "I want your pussy- p-please..mommy.." He whispers, hips unconsciously bucking up into your spit covered hand. "be a good boy and wait f'me love.." you whisper, sliding your wet cunt over the hard muscles on his stomach, glistening his abdomen with your essence. lowering your mouth down to his chest, you latched your mouth onto one of his nipples, licking him sensually. "Oh my godd.." he whines, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "are you my good boy,hoonie?" you ask, standing up before sliding your panties down your legs, quickly shoving the flimsy material into his mouth. "look at you, honey..all messy for me.." you say, hand sliding over his cock at a messily fast pace, with your cunt rubbing against his abs. "m-mommy...mmfh-~!" He whimpers, long ropes of cum landing atop of your wet palm. "I told you to behave, hoonie.." You say, standing up before lifting your hand upto your mouth, licking up the extra cum. "now you need to be punished." you say boldly, taking his hardened cock in your hands before lowering yourself on his cock, warm pussy sucking him in invitingly. "m'sorry...hnngh..mommy..!" He says, tears streaming down his pretty face as he got overstimulated. "baby-...calm down..you can get over it." you say, gripping his cheeks in your hands as you bounced continuously on his cock. "are you gonna behave for mommy- hnngh~, hoonie?" you breath out, clamping down on his cock repeatedly as you whimpered, cumming all over him messily. "I'm gonna cum- im gonna cum..! fuuck...mommy.!" he whines, spilling his warm seed inside of your womb, as you slumped down on him. "it's my turn now." he says, flipping you over before drilling his cock into your sensitive cunt. it's gonna be a looong night..

[chelseeebe]

the luck you hold

this is very simply a rehash of fiona and jimmy/steve from shameless sksksks, especially steve’s occupation and readers family life lol. it is also essentially just smut- but i am interested in writing this dynamic further bc it’s so fun!

18+. mdni. smut, like really just smut. steve is a baddd boy but it’s so sexy so who cares.

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the club is loud, strobe lights flickering onto the crowd of moving people.

steve hadn’t even wanted to come tonight, much favouring his bed. it had been a shit day already, made worse by the thumping music filling the room.

his eyes wander the crowd, detesting the fact that everyone seemed so ecstatic to be here.

and then, he spots you. perfectly illuminated by the purple light. hips moving in time to the beat, clearly unbothered by the drunken stupor of the people surrounding you.

you’ve got something to prove, swaying to the music, dress riding up your thighs. there’s a message there, steve thinks, you’re trying to tell everyone or maybe, someone, that you don’t care.

he has to know. leaving the comfort of the balcony to descend on the crowd, eagle eyed for the girl in the black dress.

something takes over, wrestling his way through the hoards of people until he spots you, still wriggling your hips, away in your own world. somebody elbows him in the ribs, earning a quick glare before continuing his mission.

steve typically carries himself with much more composure, he wouldn’t dare to do this on any other night but his hand finds your waist, pressing his body to your back. moving to your rhythm.

you’re not bothered, still moving along to the music, steve’s not even sure that you know he’s there until an arm snakes around his neck, fingers knotting in his hair.

he takes that as a sign to move closer, pressing against your ass, almost howling into your ear when you grind against him.

his breath is strained, he wants to kiss you, hoping you’ll spin around and feel the same.

it’s only when the song changes that you do, stood in such close proximity that he can see the smudged eyeliner lining your eyes and the tiny curve of your lips. you’re studying him, examining his face but for only a moment.

and then your arms snake round his neck, keeping your chests to one another. as he leans in, your finger comes to press against his lips, not allowing him to kiss you. he scowls, throat rumbling in protest.

“what’s your name?” you say, just loud enough for him to hear you over the noise.

“steve,” muttering under your finger. honestly he’d appreciate if you’d just slide it between his lips, he needed to taste you some way, some how.

“steve,” you echo, running your delicate finger down over his bottom lip, pulling the plump skin with you.

the corners of his mouth turn, without sounding like he was crazy, he was sure you were made for him. something had drawn him into coming tonight, and now he thinks he knows what, or who.

“d’you wanna get outta here?” trying his luck, steve wasn’t interested in the long game.

and neither were you, nodding before you slide your hands down his chest, making sure to cop a feel before you ultimately leave with him.

-

by the time you reach your house, guided by your unhelpful directions, you’re ravenous. pulling him by the hand into your building, ready to jump his bones.

it’s not as if he wasn’t feeling the same, he’d been eyeing your dress riding up the entire journey. his hands find solace on your waist, gliding down to your ass, squeezing onto any and all flesh he could get his paws on.

you’re barely in the corridor, groping and grinding like some fucking high schoolers. steve’s lips brush against yours, appreciating the beauty in not-quite and nearly. it wouldn’t last long. not with the way his pants were already strained.

“you gonna kiss me then?” panting against his soft mouth, arms already hung around his neck.

“maybe if you ask nicely,” wanting to drag it out just a little while longer.

a laugh catches in your throat, gazing into his eyes with pure lustrous intentions, “please kiss me.”

he indulges, connecting your lips at long, long last. immediately overcome with the urge to just fuck you here against the wall. the kiss is messy, the kind he loves. all teeth and tongues, colliding in a haste, soft grunts fill the echoey hall.

breaking free just long enough to instruct you to, “jump,” large hands supporting your thighs as you do so, wrapping around his hips.

he’s not a clue where he’s going, deciding that your bedroom was far more appropriate than right beside your front door.

“on the right,” you pant into his mouth, there’s a sickly sweet taste on your breath. it’s addictive, steve wants to keep you attached to him at all times.

he clumsily backs through the door, struggling with keeping you upright while also not tripping over his feet and smashing backwards into the floor. grateful to drop you onto the mattress, immediately poising himself above.

“you live alone?” he asks, well aware that your bedroom door was wide open and anyone else would be subjected to performance he was about to give.

“no.. just me,” latching your lips onto his stubbly jawline, brushing your fingers against his belt buckle.

“good,” he grunts. working your dress up, exposing your delicate panties. if he’d known what was waiting for him underneath, he’d have just had you in the car.

your body works with him, hips canting as he removes the thin fabric, chest pressing to his while your hands work their own mission. the metal clinks, his pants unbuttoned, tugged down his thighs.

he wants to grab and squeeze every inch of you, fumbling his way down to your panties, tender and gentle but also rushed, like he needs to be inside of you right this second.

his shirt comes off with the help of your skilful fingers, sliding off of his arms and onto the floor. “you’re beautiful,” making a point to tell you as he gawps at your soft thighs, the way they’re spread so for him.

you shy away, shrinking into the covers. steve towers over you, kneeling on the springy mattress, “y’gotta look at me baby,” hands bringing your legs up onto his shoulder, held together by your ankles.

he can see how wet you are, slick and ready for him. your eyes find his even in the dark of your room, lip tucked between your teeth. he fists his cock, pre-cum leaking from the pink tip.

sliding between your sticky folds, teasing himself, teasing you as you whimper in anticipation. “can you..” you speak, trailing off into the air.

“hmm?”

you grumble, “please?” hands grabbing at his arms, clinging onto anything you could reach.

he teases the tip into your cunt, exhaling deeply as you envelop him, “shit.. you always feel like this?” he pants, sinking into your heat until he bottoms out. the long game wasn’t over, waiting for your response before he can give you what you need.

“i don’t.. i don’t know,” whining from underneath, your fingernails starting to sting as you urge him to move.

“so wet.. hm, perfect,” unable to resist any longer. his hips slam against the backs of your thighs, the intense sound of skin colliding with skin fills your night-lit bedroom.

his movements draw a long mewl from your lips, all glossy with spit and shared kisses. the angle is just right, stretching around him perfectly. like you were made to fit together.

“fuck,” you whine, turning into a wreck right in front of him. steve’s not one for meaningful sex but this feels different. he repositions your ankles, balancing them either side of his neck as he presses his chest to yours, finally able to kiss those plump lips, catching the sounds that tumble out with his own mouth.

he’s buried even further inside with this new position, slow thrusts that have you squeaking with every move. it’s music to his ears, spurring him on further.

you’re folded up under him, knees to your chin, pressing your tits together. steve wishes he had the capabilities to have his mouth in a hundred places at once, biting down on your bottom lip to stop himself from growling.

“yeah.. right there,” affirming his pace as your eyes roll back, dissipating into a cock-drunk mess.

you squeeze around him, he doesn’t have to be told what’s next. your breathy gasps are doing enough, drawing his own orgasm to a high. “is that good? yeah, baby?” nudging against your sweet spot, every pump of his hips had you in even more of a daze.

words fail to form on your tongue, a babbling mess of hoarse moans and barely audible mumblings of his name. christ, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to leave now.

your palms spread out on the white blanket, fisting the fabric as you teeter of the edge, calves trembling around his neck. you squeal, squeezing around him before descending even further into your pleasure.

“where d’you want me?” he rushes, tempo faltering as your cunt pushes him to his own orgasm. there’s a split-second thought, an amorous feeling even, to just cum inside. it’s quickly pushed aside when you mutter something about your stomach.

he pulls out, the shlick sound of your cunt making his head spin as he releases his load into your quivering stomach, moaning some chorus of your name as he does.

his breaths are laboured as he lets your legs fall, chest heaving as come back to earth. steve collapses onto the bed, stretching his stiff legs when the lamp flickers on, brightening up the room.

“hold on,” he ushers, climbing off the bed to grab something, anything, to clean the mess he’d made.

he picks up some old towel, clearly discarded from earlier this evening and wipes the stickiness from your skin. re-dumping it on the floor before sitting on the other side of the bed.

you’re even prettier in this light, mascara slightly smudged, hair tousled with wisps all over the place. he’s even more sure that he’s never gonna be able to walk out of here, at least not with his dignity.

“d’you want me to..go?” well aware that he’s stood fuck-ass naked in the middle of your room as you busy around with a t-shirt. god he hopes you say no.

“no,” shaking your head, sliding the shirt over your head, an unwelcome addition.

he smiles to himself, pulling his boxers back on, at least for his own dignity before laying back down on the other side of the bed. in the heat of the moment, he hadn’t actually taken any notice of where he was.

using the opportunity to peer around the bare room, a small vanity in the corner and a slightly cracked full-length mirror was all there really was. maybe you were a minimalist or some shit?

“where the hell did you learn that?” you ponder, pulling his attention from the lack of your belongings and back to you.

“what’re you trying to say?”

your lips twitch, turning over to turn the light off again, encasing the room in a familiar darkness. “goodnight, steve,” his name curling off of your tongue in that tantalising way it had all night.

he scoffs, burying himself beneath the blanket while his arm searches for you aimless, catching onto your waist to pull you into his chest.

maybe it’s just his brain or maybe it’s because he already thinks he knows you so well, but he’s sure he can feel your smile, your heartbeat rippling through your skin.

he could get used to this.

-

when he wakes, you’re still sleeping soundly beside him. eyelashes fanning out across your cheeks, an image to behold.

he wills you awake for what feels like hours, eventually growing tired of your soft snores and nudging his knee into your leg, pulling you from your slumber.

“you’re still here?” you groan, eliciting a sudden laugh from his throat. brutal or what?

“well shit, and here i was thinking of buying you breakfast,” he doesn’t take any offence, nestling his face into the nape of your neck. pressing soft kisses to the warm skin as he drapes his arm around your waist, running his hand underneath your t-shirt.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” you sigh, still groggy as you relax into his hold. the back of your head comes to meet his shoulder, “d’you usually hang around for breakfast?”

“no,” steve smiles in between kisses, “but you’re different,” walking his fingers over the curve of your waist, inching higher and higher.

you really were. and he’d known it from the second the dizzying club lights had perfectly illuminated you to him.

“different, hmm?” sighing softly into the morning air.

“mhm,” he hums, palm meeting your breast, drawing a sharp breath out of your mouth. “i think i know what i want for breakfast,” teasing your nipple, loving the way you shudder in response.

“what’s that?” you breathe, placing your hand atop of his.

“you.”

he’d been gagging to taste you, pretty sure he’d dreamt about it last night too. he climbs on top, hovering over your sleep-laden body, making the descent down between your legs.

peppering kisses between your plush thighs, savouring the feel of the soft skin encasing his ears and cheeks. his hands hold you steady, keeping your hips pressed into the mattress as his mouth attaches to your pussy, licking strong lines between your folds.

hand travelling upward, grabbing at the too-big shirt, palming at your breasts. this’d be enough to get him off too, he’s sure.

his phone buzzes repeatedly, the nightstand shaking with every message, he groans into your core, sending your head back into the pillow. “ignore it,” you whisper, urging him to continue.

he tries, only for a brief second before sighing, “i can’t,” he frowns, kneeling on the mattress before reaching over for the fucking thing.

he really can’t.

shit.

“fuck, i’ve gotta go,” he swallows, glancing back at you, really, really not wanting to leave.

“are you joking?”

“no,” clambering off the bed to find his discarded clothes, god he wishes he could stay. “it’s.. work, if i don’t answer, i’m dead,” his eyes fall to your barely covered chest, he’ll have to fight the stiffy on the way over to the yard.

you’re pouting now, trying everything to get him to stay. and he knows he’s an asshole, getting you riled up and soaked before disappearing. but he also knows his dad would wring his neck if he found out he’d ignored him for some girl he’d barely met.

steve leans over, planting a kiss to the corner of your downturned mouth, “i’ll be back,” nodding as he gathers his things from your nightstand, shoving them into his pockets.

“what?” you exclaim, brows furrowed as if you weren’t understanding him.

“i’ll be back.. later, so be ready,” before sliding out of the door and down the hall. fingers already re-dialling his dad as the sunlight hits his face. god, he wished he’d brushed his teeth, or at least asked for some gum.

“where the hell are you?” his dad barks down the phone, steve holds the thing away from his ear. it was far too early for him to get his ear chewed off.

“i was.. with a friend, sorry,” not exactly a lie. he assumes this makes you friends or more.

“friend my ass,” his father scoffs, huffing out a deflated, “just get down here,” before the line goes dead.

he rolls his eyes, finding the haphazardly parked car and jumping in. he had approximately twenty minutes to get rid of the boner in his pants and the taste of pussy in his mouth.

-

steve’s knuckles rap against your door, he’s a little later than he had hoped to be, but he’s here, just as he said he would be.

the door swings open, revealing a very obviously not-ready you, brows furrowed.

“you’re not ready,” he says flatly, eyeing the large sweater and shorts you had on instead. hey, you look great but not for where he wants to take you.

“i thought you were joking,” half-laughing at him and the fact that you’re stood in your pajamas in your doorway.

“i don’t joke,” shaking his head, “go on.. we’re going out.”

“where?” you question. couldn’t you just get ready without all of these questions?

“it’s a secret,” tapping the side of his nose inconspicuously.

you look baffled, mouth hung open before you disappear into the dark hallway, leaving the door ajar which steve takes as an invitation inside.

he closes the door behind him, knows the way to your room already, following the faint sound of your voice coming from down the hall. who the hell were you talking to?

“no he’s here nance,” speaking in hushed tones, not intending for him to be eavesdropping. “we’re going out.. no, no i don’t know where,” he nears the door, lurking behind to listen to whatever else you might reveal about him to nance. “okay.. i’ll call you later.. yes, i fuckin’ hope so.. okay bye.”

you go silent for a minute, steve hangs back, stood beside the door like some creep. until you come rushing out, holding two dresses. startled to see him you freeze, staring at him like you’d seen a ghost.

“that one,” he nods towards the one in your left hand, a little red number, “definitely that one,” he’s not even going to acknowledge the fact that he was listening to your conversation.

“uh- okay,” walking back into your bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack.

steve decides against going in, making his way to your living room to peruse your personal belongings there. he wasn’t doing it to be weird or intrusive, he just wanted to know more about you.

the decor is.. interesting. pictures of kids that he assumes are your siblings, hang all over the walls, the couch is clearly second hand, his eyes drawn to the peeling leather.

he doesn’t mind, in fact he’d buy you a new one tomorrow if you asked.

there’s something sweet about it all though, that even after you’ve moved out or away, you’ve still got their pictures hanging on your wall. sometimes he wished he had siblings, at least then his dad might not be so hard on him.

his self-pitying thoughts are interrupted when your clatter into the room, still brushing lipgloss over your lips. “is this good enough for you?” you ask, as if he’d ever disagree.

his eyes linger on your figure, “perfect,” deciding to now meet your gaze, “you ready?”

you nod, glossy lips curling into a smile. he hopes you’ll share some of it with him later.

he leads the way, holding the door open for you like any gentleman should, opening the passenger door of the shiny new bmw, closing it gently as you sit inside.

“i thought you had a different car last night?” you ask as he slides in, eyeing the pleather interior.

“i did,” is all he replies. he’ll tell you some point, he’s sure. “nice day?” filling the car with small talk as he drives.

the restaurant isn’t far from your place, he’d called giovanni for a table earlier, assured that it’d all be set up before he got there.

and it is, his favourite table laid out on arrival. nodding towards the young waiter who just wriggles his brows in response.

steve doesn’t like how quiet you are, obviously not accustomed to anyone going the extra mile for you. “so, tell me about your family,” nudging the conversation along.

“it’s a long story,” you sigh, sipping the overpriced wine he’d bought for the table.

“i’ve got time.”

your eyes narrow slightly, deciding whether to trust him he supposes.

but you do. tales of younger siblings and working three jobs, deadbeat mothers and a dad that couldn’t have cared less. it’s like nothing he’s ever heard before and it’s no surprise that you’re not used to being so looked after when all you’ve ever done is look after other people.

“so what about you, pretty boy,” poking your shoe into his shin, a question he’d hoped you wouldn’t ask.

“oh you know.. the usual,” pouring the rest of the wine into your glass, “i.. sell cars with my dad, he’s an asshole too but you’ve got me beat there,” sipping on his own glass of the bitter liquid.

your nostrils flare, scoffing at him from across the table, “ohh.. i get your schtick now, it all makes sense,” nodding at your own apparent revelation.

“you think so?” tilting his chin toward the ceiling, quirking his brows. enlighten him, please.

you hum, smirking to yourself, thinking you’d got him all figured out. “yup.. rich kid, lives off of daddy’s money but hates him anyway and now you fuck around, take girls to fancy restaurants,” your eyes glide around the extravagant interior, “maybe you’ll hang around for a couple’a months and then you’ll leave, run right back to daddy.”

you’re so smug about it too. so smug and so wrong.

steve can’t contain his grin. fuck, he likes you so much.

he doesn’t reply, keeping his gaze steady on you. he’s decided that tonight is the night. yeah it might be a little quick but you were obviously worthy of knowing.

“you know i told you i sell cars?” he asks, leaning over the table.

“what?”

“follow me,” he orders, the glint in his eye only meant one thing. it was probably stupid and his dad would definitely be on his ass about it tomorrow but it’d be so worth it.

you look baffled, eyes following as he stands from the table, throwing a couple hundred dollar bills down. his hand is extended, waiting for you to listen.

after a second, you oblige, taking his hand, following cautiously behind. he realises that this definitely makes him look like a crazed weirdo, but he can’t wait. licking his lips in sheer anticipation.

the street is quiet, thank god. so he pulls you over towards the shiny red porsche parked outside, muttering a hushed, “watch this,” before getting to work.

he’s done this a thousand times before, not usually with a pretty girl watching, but he still had it. fingers messing about with the keyhole, doing what he does best.

voices emerge from the alley, forcing him to think quick. instead of abandoning the car, he presses your body against the door, kissing your lips with a haste, keeping one hand over the nearly-cracked lock.

“ste-,” you start, only to be interrupted by his lips. eventually you relax into it, smiling against his mouth. it really was absurd, be he had to prove himself.

the couple from the alley turn off, disappearing off down the street, letting him break the kiss to check they’d really gone. you look at him in amazement, gormless and most likely wondering what the fuck was even going on.

“what the fuck?” you whisper, amused as you step sideways, letting him continue with the car.

“what? you didn’t enjoy it?”

“well.. i, i wasn’t expecting that,” shying away from him, your bashfulness isn’t necessary here.

the door pops open and he turns to you with a satisfied smile, “get in,” holding the bright red door open for you. he’d have to swing back and get the bmw tomorrow but if it meant you wouldn’t just write him off as some daddy’s boy, it’d be totally worth it.

“this is fucking crazy,” you remark but slide into the car anyway. watching intently as his fingers fiddle with the underwires, a process that was normally incredibly tedious but had him feeling like james fucking bond in front of you.

the engine roars suddenly, sending him back to his seat, pulling the seat belt over his chest before he speeds off.

it’s exhilarating, the rush never wears off no matter how many times he had done this. steve’s eyes peer over to you, your mouth hung open in what he can assume is a mixture of terror and thrill.

“you figured me out yet?” poking his tongue into his cheek, he could feel the cockiness exuding from his pores but couldn’t help it. you’d been so sure, so set on him being some rich asshole and now he was really anything but.

you laugh, a real, maniacal laugh, nails digging into the leather door handle, “no,” your eyes shining as the streetlights whiz by.

he pulls into some abandoned parking lot, the porsche stood out like a sore thumb surrounded by the bricks and rubble left behind.

“i told you i sell cars, i didn’t say it was exactly legal,” leaning over the centre console, goading you, smug as all hell.

you stare back, realising that he was no longer the man you’d expected him to be. his dad did have a lot of money, but hell, they had to work for it. he’d been doing this long before steve was ever born.

“what else don’t i know about you, steve,” inching closer in your own seat. god, he hopes you’ll desecrate this car with him.

“you’ll have to stick around and find out,” cocking his head to the side.

your smile is worth more than anything you could’ve said, smacking your lips together before reaching over and kissing his. it’s slow, worlds away from how you had jumped on him last night. he just wants to pull you over onto his lap, christen the car before it gets sold to some stuck-up prick.

steve takes that as a sign that you’re willing to hang around, god knows how long it’d last or hell- if it’d even ever work but for you, he’s more than prepared to wait and see.

[noodlewritez]

Autumn hair

pairings: Carl Grimes X GN!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, overall just fluff, kinda cringe

@slaughterlils666 Request: hey!! I just saw ur fluff post of Carl and the hair braiding gave me an idea about hair and stuff (also I’m naturally ginger and my friends do this).

Could you make like a fluff where Carl’s gf is ginger and he likes to make stupid but adorable comments or jokes about her hair and stuff (calling her his little leprechaun, lucky charm, stuff like that) and purposely acts all corny about it just to see her reaction to it?

A/N: This is so cute STAWP!🙈/pos I feel like I didn't do this one justice tho, lmk! also Fam was this good or nah bc i feel like this is sooo baddd

You and Carl had been dating a little over 3 months when you both started feeling more comfortable with each other, playfully shoving, insulting and rough housing with each other.

Before you were dating, you were best friends who always joked like that but with a new relationship, you both wanted to be careful with what you said as a new couple. And that’s when the jokes started. You swear, it never ended, the endless playful teasing.

You could be out on a run and you’d hear him-

“Hey, leprechaun, should we-"

“Goddamit, Carl!” You cut him off and boo him. “That one wasn’t even bad” He defended himself. You snorted and giggled, “You sound like my dad, it was that bad!”

Or you’d be in bed, relaxing with him as he strokes your glowing hair and he’d be talking casually with his sleepy, raspy voice. “I might run out to that comic store we found…has a lot of cool comics, I think you’d like it, lucky charm...”

You groan and turn over and he starts bursting out laughing and saying he's sorry as he’s laughing and you're burying your face into one of his pillows.

It even catches you off guard when he’s kissing you, his hand on the base of your neck and his lip trail a little bit further down your jawline, nipping at it and saying “Fuck, you’re beautiful, red.” and boy, does it turn you red.

Overall though, under all that playful teasing, he fucking adores your hair and will play with it while you lay in his bed together. He'll comment about how beautiful it looks in the sun and how it adds to your glow. And you love that he calls you those teasing names, what would you do without them?

[xkittyxkattzx]

i "hate* how most of the fandom think James wold dress so fucking basic, the boy whit his fucking slutty waist would rock crop tops and baggy jeans like James WOULD NOT WEAR SKINNY and would probably be the type to sexualize himself so baddd i also like to think he love accesories but like A LOT OF THEM lot of bracelets both in gold and with stones like amethyst and quartz probably pandora pushed him into the world of crystals, necklaces for the waist a lot of necklaces and his belly piercing, with a special belt because otherwise his baggy would fall down showing off his huge ass.

i also dont see James be like a big boy yk but have more skinny but muscalr but also not THAT TALL his son is short asfk i dont think i would be 6'1 but more 5'7/5'8

he also probabily would be the type of guy Who LOVE PIERCING but Just have his belly and ear done, too unsure what else to do but would trust with the glowing eyes the piercings of Barty and Evan and think "oh my god so hot" I also think the two would be bigger than James.

regulus more intimidating and certainly possessive but i still idk

BUT JAMES WILL BE NOT SO BORING

[s0ftl3]

Cole Cole Cole listen to me !!

schlatt being like a never ending fountain when it comes to precum !! He’s just leaking so much, his tip is leaking so baddd and he’s whimpering so cutely, little tears in his eyes because he’s not touching himself.

you’re just cooing into his ear how messy he is and every word you say just makes him throb, more pre steaming out of his pretty cock that’s flushed red from how needy he is !!

you’ve made me insane !!! help !!!

Ok so I had to sit and think abt this for a minute bc i wanted to write a little mini fic for it so here it is!!

Schlatt was standing slightly behind you, fighting every urge to just drag you away from your conversation and have you help him out. He had been helplessly needy all night by no fault of his own. The two of you had went out to dinner with a few of your friends to catch up, and he swears your outfit choice was one made just to torture him.

To make matters worse, earlier when you had noticed the clear arousal in his eyes, you continued to tease him further by feeling him up through the denim of his jeans. And much to his embarrassment, his cock had leaked precum through the fabric staining it a slightly darker color than the original light wash of his pants. He had clapped a hand over his mouth to conceal any potential moans or whines he was sure would follow your ministrations. 

And now, here he is forcing a smile as he hides behind you, doing his best to conceal the very visible effect you had on him. When you don’t seem to make any effort to finish up the conversation at all he subtly tugs on your sleeve. But instead of taking his tugging as a gesture to hurry and finish up you place your hand over his letting him know that you know exactly what you’re doing to him, and that he needs to be a good boy and wait. And Schlatt will do anything for praise from you. 

After what feels like an eternity later you finally end your conversation with your friend, waving a friendly goodbye and walking to the car. Much to his delight, you dont head for the driver's seat when you unlock the car. Instead you pull open the door to the back seat pushing him to get in before following and closing the door behind you. 

You settle yourself, causing him to let out a whine that he had been holding in all night. “You were such a good boy Jay,” You kiss down his neck leaving a few marks in your wake, “I think you deserve a reward for keeping quiet and being patient, don’t you baby?” 

He nods so fast you worry he might’ve given himself whiplash. Unfortunately he doesn't think he can hold on much longer to fully enjoy what reward you might have in mind. But his lips are too busy with yours to warn you when you roll your hips down onto him. It’s not like you really needed one anyways, this was always the plan. You’d have your real fun when you got home.

Within a few minutes he’s creaming his pants, the original stain from dinner spreading and becoming larger. “Oh, puppy,” You tilt his chin up to meet your eyes, “You were that needy for me?” He hides face in your shoulder, embarrassed by how quickly he came undone. 

You pull his head away from you by tugging on his hair, making him look up at you with his eyes glazed over with lust. “Let’s get home so mommy can reward her sweet boy properly.”

[justdeich]

Oh boy oh boy overblot refs w @inquisiteur37

So Deich's overblot is based on Oswald the lucky rabbit + the blot from epic mickey.

Ver.2

If anyone interested oc info can be found here

Under the cut is me rambling abt overbloting and oc stuff I tried to put as much epic mickey refs as I could

I decided to mix them together because in the early concepts Oswald was supposed to be the main villain but it got changed and the blot got used instead. But in the game Oswald is still "kinda" a villain. Don't hit me I haven't played the game. I will. When epic mickey refurbished will come out.

The main reason for Deich's overblot would be jealousy and feeling useless/not being good enough???

Who wouldn't be sad. ya got transported to unknown place, get treated like trash and then, your friend seems to be adapting better than you. Look at them living life, new friends, new adventures, popularity, what fun.

And there's you. Didn't people forget that you gotta get home?? HELLO?? (Only in 7th chapter we really start to find info on how to get home soooo) You thought your friend will be there with you but no. They left you. For something better. But then you try to be as positive as they are, but you fail, you try to be helpful, it never works out, you try to regain control, but they seem.. to forget about you.. you were never enough. You don't belong. Never did.

Ya dont really wanna tell how you feel so not to bring the mood down..they seem.. so happy.. without you.. maybe its for the better...so it becomes a "habit" to just hide everything away and don't bring it up. You always managed to hide everything and be just fine. Just keep it up and you'll get through. What a "lucky habit" to have huh.

What great life they have huh. Do I get a chance to be a part of it?

Why does it hurt.. it hurts it hurts IT HURTS!! JUST MAKE IT STOP

I wanted Deich's overblot to be more destructive, to the body I mean. Deich been holding her feelings for a while. (i wanna make overblot happen in the 5th chapter. Or somewhere in that time period. For... romantic reasons..hehehe) ( Oswald trapping the blot reference) I think hiding singhs of ovebloting can lead up to some consequences.

Hiding symptoms of overblot may include: ink vomiting, hallucinations, body tremors- and maybe smth else, idk, need to think abt it.

Eee just sketches don't mind itttt it's baddd

Deich would get fully consumed by the fantom, (phantom blot. Get it?) like forcibly getting dragged. (Like how the blot takes away mickeys gang) Ya know, blot dripping, huge puddles of ink pooling everywhere.

The more you get corrupted by the blot the more sanity you loose? Right? I had this scene in mind where you're at the worst stage of blot but still try to communicate in a way, but the more you try to speak the more tortured you sound. Ink like acid running your vocal cords as more of it spills out, body tired from the amount of blot that covers your body but you still try to reach out.

[abcdbleh]

someone needs to write gunplay with my dear brown eyed boy gaz he might look so sweet vanilla and caring but behind closed doors you won't expect him to be so commanding rough and dominant :(( just thinking about him pushing you head down and making you kneel while he traces your face with his gun and makes you lick it and cover it with your spit while he condescendingly laughs at you UGHHH IM SO DOWN BADDD FOR THIS MAN

[missamyrisa2]

may i pose a couple of suggestions for your consideration:

tickling a cute boy wearing nothing but his boxers, teasing him as he’s reduced to a giggling mess, all the while you watch him get harder and harder through his boxers as your tickles and teases turn him on?

or, similarly…

tickling a giggly girl wearing nothing but light colored panties, making her squirm and laugh while you watch her panties darken as she grows wetter and wetter, getting all hot and bothered by your teases and tickles?

I adoreeeee both of theseeee~!

Though admittedlyyyy I reallllly reallly find it soooo adorable to make a boy get all helplessly stiff in his cute undiesss~ like especially if you have some silly design or pattern that I can trace and compliment with a giggle~

I'll just prop my head up with one hand and give you the most sasssyyyyy of snickers as I take my nail and tickle along the bellyyy and waistline, going from navel to happy trail and skittering along the chest buttons and ribssss ~ pausing to wiggle my single ticklyyy finger tauntingly before going back in ~ such a cutieeee getting all wiggly and worked up from my one lil finger~ awwww and what's thatttt? pitching a tent in those cute boxers huhhh? Are you my tough lil boxer? Getting all squeaky and silly from your ticklesss~ sooo sweeeett~ aww does it feel good? If I run my nail around your waistband, hip to hip? Oooh your undies are starting to fit so funny aren't theyyy? Does your cute prince part want to come out that door? Yeahhh? What if I tickle your bellybutton with kissiess mmm? mmuuah muahhh ~ Will that open the door? Tickle tickle tickle? Awww coochie coooo ~~ knock knock knock~ oooh I see him peeking outtt~ will my nail fit in that little opening? Oooooh tickle tickle on your peeeepeeee~!! Don't squirm ~ don't try to fight it ~ I'll just tickle you down there moreee ~ I'm in your dooor and there's noooothing you can do about itttt! Oooh and if your little prince comes out it's gonna be feather time mmmhmm I have my stifff red feather right here and I'm gonna get that prince sooooo baddd ~

Don't try to hide him nowww~ I'll tickle you moreeee ~ Kissessss on your thighsss mmhmmm ~ wiggly ticklyyy fingers on your sidessss oooh and your feet~ maybe the feet will do ittt~ can the feet do ittt? Yeahhh? Nooo? awww, feel gooood? Looook at that look at youuu goooo ~ sooo buckyyy~ is the button for hip thrusts under your toesss? Tickle tiiiickle~ you can scrunch em all cute like that, scrunch allll you like I'm not stoooopping~ not till I get you to poppp! Oooh look at thatttt did I give you a boneyyyy mmmmh? I see that tippy tipppp! You know what that meanssss~ ooh yes, it's feather tickles for your cuteeee royal rodd yessss mhmmmmm but you're not cumming noooooo noopeee~! Naughty naughty boyyyy getting all worked up from my ticklesss! Tickle mama punishess mmmmhmm yes she does ~ punishments for naughty giggle boyssss~ My red feather will make a good boy outta youuuu! We just take the sofftttt stiff tip and take it riiiight up your underside. Oooh yes, trace the vein, fan the tipppp~ Awww does it tickle soooo much? Such an itchy itchy tickle huhhhh~ but you don't get to cum noooope nope nopee~ just tickles for youuu naughty boyyy~ still in your cute boxers toooo~ let's just tickle them hippsss and thighssss with my nails and oooh I'll keep ms feather riiight there on that hot spot under the tip ~ ooh yes I know about that spottt~ tickle mama knowssss tickle mama alwayssss knowws what to do with naughty naughty boys who can't control themselvesss~<33

(I'll write the girl one toooo if someone wantsss~)

[foreversnews]

1:am July 4th, sitting here flipping this Tamia I'm so into you song in to a slow sample

thinking of new ways to trust myself

this song has always reminded me of a special kinda of feeling around love. or infatuation at least right now this specific scope of "love" feels more to me like alice millers cover of spell on you by Nina Simone

or frank ocean seigfeind

or looks good with trouble by Solange

slow sample just going on loop as I write this

" I can't realllyyy exxxxplaainitttt"

slowed down at about 45.5 bpm

I used to hear this and think of the most life affirming guilty embarrasingly mushy love

where my young imagination could only think of me walking in the sunlight with a pretty girl, not even touching her, just walking

funny how I always thought romance could save me from something

even as a kid I would almost stay up all night before the first day of school, finally I get to see girls !!

I could get a girlfriend !!

life was simple like that then, elementary school me lol

wanted to feel like something to somebody so baddd

"iiii rreeaallly liiikke what youuu dooonne too meee"

as slowed sample plays*

this song it still hasn't lost its shiny touch

makes me think of someone that I haven't spoke to in while an

meiby in a way I thought she could save me from myself

if I pretend enough

if i talk enough

if i give enough

if I tell you any and everything

nothing stopped the inevitable end

as the loop still runs *

"doooonnee toooo meee"

I think of the countless beds I found myself in the search of the comfort of the that little kid that just wanted to feel like that song feels

cords and rhythms bouncing off my shoulder blades

quick as a lie Is told

as love is perceived

I've ran out of rhythms to not see in this

"whhhaaat youuuu Donnee too meee "

as the sample plays on loop *

playing out the cyclical natures of my most intimate desires coverd by cathexis of pretty faces and gentle misreadings

but to young people who like each other isn't there any more to think a out??? haha my young mind thought it was that easy

making Valentine day cards. hiding them in desk and sing to girls during recess lol

I found (Mei)self dreaming this person again.

how can I begin to think about this in a way the keeps me intact ?

because after all this is who I built for better or worst

become charming people will forget how you've warn that same unwashed uniform shirt to school 5 days In a row

maybe she might look past the body odor you quite don't know how to get in order yet lol

ive always found myself obsessing over what my first time would be like

would it be like one pf those songs of the weekends trilogy ? high school me would think about lol

after all it seems like the perfect sounds track to this double reality I found myself in from a young aspiring towards everything and hopping to find home

'IIIII ammmsoooo iii inn too you"

sample still runs *

being a young boy not really aware of my innocence

didn't feel like I had anything worth seeing

like I was guilty from the first perception of others

the only thing that I could see for myself was desire of romance

maybe I could think about this all day and nothing else

I remember one day my dad would update me on his latest sexual prized catch and how sexy she was, how ,such she pleased him

"iccaannnntt reallly exxplaainne It"

Sample does on *

.........................................................

now my conquest for the ultimate I immature romance, devided in two sexual prowas and power.

after all if my dad is telling me all these details it must be somthing worth doing right?

was he only telling me this to escape his own feelings of loneliness

maybe if he reflects some sort of cool posture ill look at him in a way that helps him look at himself

funny how that goes

bc here I am now hoping to see my value in bodies, faces,ect

but how can I ask them to see omthing I havnt deeply interrogated ?

I know now that love feels more like Alice Coltranes going home

unknowable, only lived and acted out in my own personal being

romance is just a extent of ritual maybe

the coldness of my young self non knowing how to cope with poverty, with abuse and misuse of my young body, mind.

its not far off that, that became the only motivating factor win my life but I deeply want to know myself in everyday possible

not from a automated idea in hopes of finding someone

im not personality package, a body to be used, an idea to be exploited

but then again.

'iiiii reeallly liikkke whhaat youuuuu donnneee to mee iii cannnnt rreealllly exxpllaainne iiit iiiimm sooo iiinn too youuu"

last sample flip*

maybe this coldness is what ive never recognized.

(im rambling and speaking in fragments but I wanted to be honest with how many turns my brain was making "