#he was jumping up on their shoulders sooo many times

[enhard]

park sunghoon — “birthday sex”

pairing: best friend!p. sh x fem!reader

: you celebrate your birthday with your friends. who knew that your best friend had a special present to offer?

cw: SMUT, everything is consensual, implied first time, car sex, alcohol usage, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (both receiving), squirting on face, making out, spitting, somewhat pussy drunk sunghoon, fluff (if you squint)

this is so long for no reason ejrisjsjssk

not proofread, specially made this for my wife 🩷 happy birthday love !

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“WAKE UPP!!” is all you hear in your ears while being half asleep. you jump out of bed terrified, then sigh when you see that it’s just heeseung. you refuse to make eye contact being mad pissed that he woke you up like this.

“well… happy birthday grumpy!! you have so much to do today. come in the kitchen, jay made breakfast.” he adds, smiling at you while you’re fuming trying not to curse him out.

“k..” is all leaves your mouth, pairing it with a death glare, giving heeseung the sign to leave. he luckily gets it before you jump him so you start getting ready. you spent the night before in their dorm, in their spare room. you decide to look through the dresser to see if you can find any clothes to wear for the day since you didn’t bring any..

you find a grey hoodie, you can tell it’s one of theirs but you just shrug your shoulders to yourself and wear it. you take off your shirt, with your bare back at the door since you didn’t wear a bra to sleep.

right as you were almost putting your hoodie on, sunghoon comes in through the door. he freezes seeing your bare back like that, and he does stare. but he quickly apologises and closes the door when you scold him to get out.

it wasn’t alot and.. he did see you in a swimsuit before, this couldn’t be any worse right? why is he feeling different about this? well he just bites his lip, gives himself a slap over the head and sits down with the others.

you’re mad embarrassed, in shock even. but you quickly put the hoodie on and do your hair a bit. you go brush your teeth and awkwardly sit down at the dining table.

all members are smiling at you, about to say happy birthday. you slowly look up at them except sunghoon, giving them a smile.

jake breaks the silence by clearing his throat. “happy birthday y/n!! sooo… what plans do you have today?” you shrug your shoulders at him. “i’m not sure.. i was thinking about spending my day with you guys.. if that’s okay.”

sunghoon suddenly chokes on his ramen, looking at you with wide eyes. you glare back at him giving him a “what?”. he shakes his head, trying to swallow his food. his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with his swallowing. “nno im fine.. nothing”. you sigh at him and look back at jake.

sunoo furrows his eyebrows at the hoodie you’re wearing. he points at it while pouting his lips. “isn’t that sunghoon’s hoodie?” your eyes widen again. “..huh?” . sunghoon looks a bit embarrassed remembering what happened before. “you can keep it..” he says, looking down. —

you all finish eating what jay made, and start getting ready to attend a bar for your birthday. the led lights from the dark room are shining in your eyes, seeing so many people there. you notice jungwon and go up to him. he made you a flower crown, softly putting it on your head. you smile at him widely. “thank you won, seriously it’s so pretty!” he smiles back, “anything for our queen afterall.”

you notice sunghoon staring at both of you, then looking away when you make eye contact. “the fuck??” you think. what is wrong with sunghoon today? he’s always so nice, why is he avoiding you now? well still. you brush it off to hang out with the others.

your girl friends are there too, dancing to certain songs with sunoo and riki. you laugh at them by how not in sync they are it’s actually hilarious. then you notice heeseung and jay playing a game involving shots at the bar. you go up to them, trying to lift up your mood a bit. “heyyy guys, what are you doing?” “oh! y/n ‘sup! wanna join us?” heeseung says. “you know what, sure. give me that.” you down 2 shots before thinking its enough for now.. you don’t want to get too drunk.

you start dancing along with the others, enjoying yourself and smiling.. until someone grabs your hand. it’s jake. “hey y/n .. let’s go outside, the others are waiting. we got a surprise for you.” you get a bit confused but you hold jake’s hand tighter, letting him guide you outside. you see the others sitting on a big blanket under a tree very close to where you are. you walk with jake up to them, seeing a lit up cake in the middle. you smile, appreciating their gesture. sunoo picks the cake up to hand it to you while they start singing you happy birthday.

“happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you,

happy birthday dear y/n,

happy birthday to you!”

they all sing at the same time with big smiles on their faces. the sun is out already, yet your face lights up with the light from the candles. after they finish singing, you make a wish and blow the candles. they clap and sunoo screams out of excitement. you put the cake in a box to bring home. “now.. the presents!” sunoo says. you get pretty shocked that they even got you presents but you sit down in between sunoo and jake, smiling at them. “guys.. you didn’t have to..”

“nonsenseee!! of course we had to! you’re the best.” sunoo smiles at you.

they all take turns giving you a symbolic present or the stupidest but cutest present you’ve ever seen. no in between. you notice that sunghoon didn’t give you anything but.. you don’t pay much attention to him, being busy thanking them all and giving them hugs. “thank you.. guys seriously you’re the sweetest.” they all smile at you, standing up finally. “well, what are we waiting for? let’s go party now.” riki says. they all nod, running back to the building. you’re the last one to stand up so you’re a bit behind.

then..

you feel sunghoon’s hand grabbing yours, forbidding you from leaving. “wait.” he says in a low voice. before you can reply, he pulls you into an embrace. your bodies so close to each other, holding eye contact.. you were freaking out a bit. “hoon..what are you-“ but before you can finish your sentence, he pulls you into a kiss. you two never kissed before, yet you loved it so much. you push your lips onto his even harder, beginning to make out right there.

you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to take steps back. you break the kiss to look into his eyes then back to his lips. “hoon.. should we really be doing this?” “what, you don’t want to?” “i do… i really do.” sunghoon smiles, grabbing your hand again. “alright then, let me show you my birthday present.” he walks with you to their shared car, making you get in the backseat. you lay down, waiting for him to get on top. as soon as he does, you start kissing him again, craving his lips endlessly.

“take my shirt off.” he says. your eyes widen a bit but you do exactly as he says. you lift his shirt above his head, revealing that abdomen you missed seeing each winter. only then you realised how badly you needed him, and how badly he needed you.

you move your hands down to caress his body, stopping your hand at his pants. you get this sudden urge to please him. you want to see all his reactions.

you manage to flip both of you over, now you being on top of him, looking down to focus on his bulge. you quickly unzip his pants and take his boxers off. sunghoon was surprised how fast you were too but, he does not mind a bit. you stare at his cock, already leaking precum, looking so pretty, so untouched. you grab it to start stroking him, but sunghoon grabs your wrist, making you stop. “spit on it first.” and you do. that lubes it up pretty good so you keep going.

you stroke him a few times but then you decide to just get over your fears. you move your body downwards, now facing his cock. “let me suck it, please?” i mean, how could he refuse. he nods once, sitting up to grab onto your hair. you start licking at his tip, slowly pushing him in your mouth. you start choking a bit but he encourages you to keep going. so you start bobbing your head up and down, making sure to get his whole length in. he lets out small moans, assuring you that you’re doing well.

you never thought you would do this with your best friend but you don’t regret it. in fact your subconscious has been waiting for this moment.

since he sat up, you can’t look at him anymore, so you push him back down so you can make eye contact again. the way you pushed him caused him to pull at your hair, you don’t mind but he really thought he hurt you so he caresses your head a bit to ease the pain.

this keeps going for a pretty long time, drooling all over his cock getting so messy all of a sudden, he’s even getting closer to cum and you can feel that. you try sucking him as fast as you can, the lewd wet sounds overpowering the silence from the car.

when he’s right about to cum, you pull your head away still drooling a bit. you pump him a few more times with your fist but he actually pushes YOU down now. he needs to taste you right now, and he’s going to show you what he can do. he looks up at you for reassurance before taking off your clothes, one by one.. leaving you in your underwear. he slides your panties off, revealing that pussy he’s been dreaming about.

“fuck.. baby you’re perfect.” he bites his lip, getting ready to go down on you. he starts with licking your folds, moving up to your clit.. sucking and licking that bud so roughly. it caught you off guard but you don’t want him to stop.. you grab onto his hair tightly, throwing your head back. after he moves back down to your folds, to insert his tongue inside you. he whines a bit as he’s eating you out and those vibrations made you squeeze his head between your thighs. you’re moaning constantly like your mouth is chatterbox. he uses his hands to part your thighs again, keeping them there. you can barely hold on anymore, getting close to your release. “cum on me love..” he says between licks. his words giving you goosebumps, you squirt all over his face.

he gives your pussy a little kiss before standing up, now you can barely look at him.. he’s drenched. you try to wipe it off how you can but his face is still glistening from your wetness. he smiles at you to reassure you again that he enjoyed it. a bit too much.

“please fuck me hoon.. fuck me already i need it please..” you’re becoming so desperate for his cock like you’re about to explode. he doesn’t keep you waiting though, he gets into position, stroking himself a few times before shoving his cock inside you. you’re gonna drive him crazy with how good you feel around him. you’re so wet it’s making his head spin.

he wants to fuck you dumb right now. but he needs to be patient for you. he lets you adjust to him and when you give him the signal, he thrusts into you like there’s no tomorrow. he makes sure not to hurt you but at the same time he’s bending your legs into a mating press just to get deeper inside you. he’s fucking you so rough the whole car is shaking with both of you worried that someone will catch you.

you’re both letting out such loud noises, moans snd curses that you swear someone from the bar could hear. he grabs your legs to place on his shoulders, just to fuck you until you can’t anymore.

after a bit of that, he finally grabs onto your thighs, as he’s about to cum. you clench around him out of pleasure, making it impossible for him to continue.

“fill me up..please fuck fuckfuck”

he fulfills your birthday wish. he cums deep inside you, still leaving small thrusts after he was done pumping.

he slowly pulls out, all that cum oozing out onto the seats.. heeseung won’t be very happy about this that’s for sure. but atleast you had an amazing time.

you pull him into a hug, kissing his neck a few times. you both catch up your breaths not actually believing what just happened .

you both help each other clean up but there’s no way you’re returning to that bar. you might as well go home.. but there’s one thing sunghoon forgot to say.

“happy birthday, pretty girl.”

[moineauz]

JUST IMAGINE JING YUAN who has a picture of you— bright brilliant smile, glancing off at the passing starskiffs— in his chest pocket, right above his heart.

SO WHENEVER THE SEAT OF DIVINE FORESIGHT TIRES HIM… he reach’s into his pocket and stares deeply into that photograph: his eyes impossibly mellow matched only by a besotted smile.

The Master Diviner can only reprimand him so many times before even she grows tired from his antics! And that giddy teenage affection he holds only for you…

ITS WIDESPREAD KNOWLEDGE IN THE LUOFU (AND EVEN BEYOND) that the esteemed General of the Luofu can’t help but mention his wife at any given moment:

“Well you see, my wife is quite adept at-”

“Oh? Yes, all compliments go to my wife. She helped arrange the-”

“I have my wife to thank for-”

“She’s just lovely isn’t she?”

AND YOU… CAN’T MAKE HIM SHUT UP.

Jing Yuan smile, resting his elbows on the table, the Seat of Divine Foresight now empty. Pardon him and his wife.

You were seated by the other table, reading paperwork.

“Jing Yuan,” you call, eyes not leaving the paper.

“Hm? Yes love?”

“You should stop praising me in public,” you murmur, burying your subtly tinted cheeks in sheets of white paper, “It’s-”

“Embarrassing?” finishes Jing Yuan, who was now found behind your chair, his breath grazing the shell of your ear, “What is there to be embarrassed of dearest?”

You nearly jump, heaving a sigh as you continue to gaze ahead, ignoring his mischievous smile- the one you knew all too well. “Well, it’s unnecessary-”

“You’re not answering my question.”

He leans forward, gingerly reaching for your shoulders; gently rubbing each muscle with finite tenderness. The warmth of his breath matching your own.

You stay silent.

Jing Yuan’s eyebrows furrow, carefully, he guides your head to turn to him, his hand placed gently on your left cheek.

You surrender into his hand, heaving a deep tender sigh.

Your eyes flutter close, silence envelopes, your mouth opens, the words the emerge, quiet and slow.

“I don’t know how I can possibly be-” you stammer, your eyes, now open, gaze at your glimmering wedding ring, “The General’s wife.”

“You’re right.”

Your eyes widen.

He gingerly tilts your chin up, eyes now interlocked in bright golden hues, “I don’t know how you can possibly stay by my side… as insufferable and stubborn of a man I can be.”

Jing yuan continues, his voice lowering, “How you console and charm me,” he chuckles, leaning impossibly closer, “Come, let’s not waste the night here.”

Your lips part slightly, a tender smile forming, all your doubt withers away. “Alright. Home it is then.”

Jing Yuan sends a teasing smile, yet, his eyes betray him: mellow, soft, brimming with tender ardency and unfurling devotion.

He guides you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist, his warmth not departing from you. His eyes forever tracing the curves and edges of your visage.

“Yes. Home.”

note: i made this before bed sooo don’t mind me :)

[uzurakis]

brainrotting so hard rn thinking of megumi who absolutely refuses to admit his feelings for his best friend but okay so hear me out shikigamis are often reflections of their owner, right?

his shikigami – his demon dogs, nue, escape rabbit etc etc are ALL attached to reader, constantly begging for their attention and being so protective towards reader whenever he brings them out. and reader can't help but feel loved and safe whenever they're around.

because the affection his shikigami has for you is a reflection of megumi's feelings for you <3

n. THIS IS SOOO GOOD and i just HAD to make a drabble out of it. i also feel megs will sometimes be jealous but.. hey.. isn’t that just an extension of HIMSELF? thank you nonnie cause i had fun brainrotting this wit chu <3

under the dappled shade of a tree, you and your bestfriend sat nestled amidst nature's embrace. the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing soundtrack to the lazy hour after school as the cool breeze swayed in between. you leaned against the sturdy trunk, the rough bark a comforting support against your back, whilst fushiguro reclined nearby, never not a book on hand, his presence a familiar comfort in the tranquil surroundings. he looked too focused, way too focused right now.

“fushiguro,” you called out whilst biting back a smile, holding up your index finger in a playful gesture. “one favor.”

“no.” came his immediate response, closing off any opportunities as he remain engrossed in his book.

it was a usual thing for you to do, pester him for fun with many favors. you knew that despite his protests, he would always give in to your whims. it was one of the things you adore about him actually, the lengths he’d go to make you feel better.

undeterred, you continued, pouting slightly. "but fushiguroo..."

“no.” he repeated firmly. “your one favor usually turns into a two favor, and a three—“

“i promise it’s only a favor this time!”

a wind brushed his black locks as he peered up from his book, letting out a slight forced sigh as he finally locked his eyes with yours. “just one favor.” he conceded, unable to resist your asks.

the smile of yours finally burst out, and the favor rolled off of your tongue. it was simple this time; you didn't have to use your pleading looks or other tricks to get him agreeing.

“can you summon some of your shikigamis? just wanna play with them.”

fushiguro's expression softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his initial resistance. he closed his book gently and set it aside, his attention fully on you now.

"alright," he relented, his tone warmer now. "i can do that, only for a short while."

you nodded eagerly, grateful for his concession. fushiguro had a way of understanding your needs even when you were being particularly bothersome. so you wasted no time in joining in the play, laughing and running around with his divine dogs. fushiguro watched with a fondness in his eyes, silently grateful for moments like these.

well, he too had other ideas. he certainly seems to have a knack for stirring up trouble and was definitely intentional. while you were distracted by the dogs swarming about you, he summoned an army of his rabbits—a large number of them—and they all jumped at you at once.

“do you want me to get killed from your rabbits?!” the shout was muffled as his rabbits covered quite every inch of your body. “did you tell them to come at me?!”

no, your bestfriend never ask his shikigamis to come at you the moment he summoned them. fushiguro megumi's shikigamis, his loyal companions, had a mind of their own. he never trained the dogs to nozzle around you, the rabbits to bounce over you, or nue to sit on your shoulder. for that they didn't heed the conventional rules of summoning or obedience; instead, they acted on their instincts, driven by an unspoken directive to protect and be close at all times—fushiguro megumi’s instincts to protect you and be close at all times.

“dunno,” picking up where he left off and submerging back to his pages. “maybe.”

“you’re such a prick!” the words burst forth as you try to get the rabbits off of you.

he watched you from a distance, his heart swelling with affection as you kept playing around with his shikigamis. but he still tried to held back his own smile, a silent observer in the background, content to bask in the warmth of your presence.

yet, as if on cue, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he could not hide it any longer.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

[sharkorok]

ooo u want me so bad

or…grumpy!enha being in luv w u

requested: nope

cw/genre: cursing, grumpy enhypen, fluff, humor, crack-ish, fem!reader, non-idol au, I wrote this during a zoom class, not proofread fuck it we ball, one joke about reader getting jumped?? anyways lmk if anything else should be tagged hehe

a/n: this was inspired by @macahoons grumpy enhypen texts that I just adored!!! Such a cute trope <3

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heeseung

-he’s the basketball team captain, always idly boasting about his talents and loves being first place

-the only exception is you.

-he will never admit it but he absolutely lets you win every time you find him at the basketball court and u challenge him to some dumb scoring game where u see how many baskets u each can get

-“OMG HI HEESEUNG!! :3” when u find him at the basketball court and he sighs but he’s trying not to scream at how cute u r lowkey

-ur all giggly when u keep beating him “hee r u even trying?” “I’m just having a bad day don’t even” like he isn’t completely distracted by the way you look when ur grinning at him

-“I think I can take ur place as basketball team captain!” “In ur dreams??” but he’d gladly give it up if you would keep smiling like that

-insists on walking you home from the court because “I’m not gonna be held responsible for you getting jumped”

-and the next time you catch him on the basketball court it happens all over again! <3

jay

-you can’t even finish saying “I’m cold” before his jacket is over your shoulders and he’s scolding you for not being prepared

-sitting down and your skirt is riding up? his uniform blazer is over your lap and he’s shaking his head

-“what would you do without me??” “do you want your jacket back then , jay?” “…no”

-while it’s also because he cares about ur wellbeing, he also just really likes the sight of you wearing his clothes and you smelling like his cologne

-you literally walk into the room and he’s immediately “y/n you need to buy a thicker jacket you’re gonna get sick” not even a good morning or anything…

-“don’t tell people ur wearing my jacket I don’t want them to get the wrong idea 🙄” but lowkey he wouldn’t mind at all

-gets so (internally) giggly when u sink into his jacket because it’s chilly

-finds excuses u give u his clothes at this point …the tiniest piece of lint on ur shirt and he’s handing you his blazer

-“u can keep it ig”

jake

-gets you tiny gifts and acts like he just randomly found them

-he totally went out of his way to find you two matching keychains but he doesn’t wanna admit that

-“y/n I just randomly found your favorite seasonal pastry. no big deal. don’t thank me.”

-BUT HE ALSO KEEPS EVERY GIFT U GET HIM OMGEEE, he has a whole area on his desk dedicated to notes, trinkets, stickers, if you drew on his paper he’ll tear the section off so he can keep it LOL

-will never admit that. to anyone. but gets pressed if you give gifts to anyone else because that’s his y/nnie!! giving HIS gifts to some rando!! D: the cruelty!!

-gets sooo dramatic if he doesn’t get at least a little doodle he’s texting you like you killed a man

-one time his friend asked if he could borrow a pencil and he was like yea man sure and then realizing it was a pencil YOU!! gave him he snatched it back so fast trust

-he’s so cutie patootie but internally…4 now…

-wishes he could get over himself and kiss you all over when you shyly present a little plush toy you won at a claw game he’s RAHHHHH !!!

-for now he’ll stick to “thanks 😒”

sunghoon

-he’s really protective over you me thinks

-but he’ll be really quiet about it, maybe a girl makes you upset and he sees and he’ll “accidentally” knock over her bottled water on her notes, a guy is talking shit about you and sunghoon is squaring up in the courtyard no questions asked

-“sunghoon u dont have to protect me” “it’s not about you” even though it’s totally about you and he will die defending your honor

-one time on your walk out of school a tree branch poked you and u were all like “oh owie : o” and he was following behind before GLARING the shit out of that tree branch…

-another time this guy made a degrading comment about you and sunghoon managed to find receipts on him cheating on his gf and posted it on the school newsletter…cuz he’s silly like that <3

-honestly it’s a little scary the lengths he’ll go for you and still refusing to admit he’s doing it for you

-he’s not really good at comforting you when you cry, so he’ll make sure to protect you from anything that could make you cry

sunoo

-he’ll always listen to you

-if someone said “sunoo can u go grab me a drink from the vending machine” he looks at them like they’re insane but if YOU’RE asking??? he’s sprinting down the hallways

-“it’s literally just because ur lips get all chapped when your dehydrated don’t get an ego,” while he’s handing you like…water purified in Antarctica sourced from glaciers with a little paper umbrella

-even smaller things, he prioritizes your advice

-“guys should I have hot pot or panera for lunch?” and a rando will go, “panera!” and hes dead silent but you go “oh you should totally get hot pot!!” and he’s basically booking a reservation

-probably “accidentally” books a reservation for two and forces you to come since “it’s a waste of table space” if no one else does lol

-also if you don’t like someone he doesn’t like them either

-“sunoo are u friends with Ria?” “shes okay” “she said my makeup looked bad today :(“ and sunoo will act like he dgaf

-but next time you bring her up he scoffs and is all, “why even bother crying about her? she’s not worth your time and she’s annoying anyways” even though he’s never talked to this girl

-tldr ur word > anyone else

jungwon

-always speaks highly of you

-never to your face but he’ll always defend you when necessary, or speak up for you, or just praise you LOL

-“y/n actually scored higher than you, so idk why you’re bragging so loud” to some rando kid talking about test scores lmao

-or “y/n doesn’t like that snack get her another” when your friends are debating how to surprise you

-ur name is always in his mouth but positively LMAO

-brushes it off if you take note of this and says “people are just exaggerating, I barely talk about you, don’t get it twisted >:T” but everyone knows he’ll take any chance he can get to praise you

-“y/n is better tho” and everyone’s like?? who asked??

-it’s endearing but he doesn’t even notice it, he just is proud of you in every shape and form and since he can’t really express it around you he has to project it anywhere else he can hehe

-“jungwon do you think my hair looks okay?” says hee, looking for an actual answer. “y/n’s hair is nicer” responds jungwon, not missing a beat.

-“did you guys know y/n got a 100? isn’t she smart? don’t tell her I said that.”

niki

-does things for you without you asking and then acts like it’s a habit

-it is definitely not a habit for him to run out of his seat to pull out your chair for you, but he insists he literally does it for everyone (he doesnt)

-opens your capped drinks before handing them to you, stops you suddenly to tie your shoelaces, sends you photos of notes if you missed a day..

-“y/n you’d literally be hopeless without me” but he’d be hopeless if anyone else helped you because it’s his job!!

-it makes him feel special when he gets to do so many acts of service for you, for some reason he doesn’t mind running errands or whatnot, he’d much rather he be the one who does it than anyone else

-“y/n u forgot a hair tie today?? ur lucky I brought one” knowing damn well he brought it specifically for you ☹️☹️ cutie

-if the train is full you don’t even have to ask and he’ll let you take his seat “y/n you have weak legs, you need to sit”

-he secretly loves being someone you can rely on, no matter how much he denies it <3

[chososdiscordkitten]

Choso's First time♡

MDNI

pairing: Choso x afab!reader

Content : no use of y/n or descriptions of how reader looks, established relationship, reader talks about their first time, male self pleasure, sooo many kisses, reader sends choso a porn twt acc, guided masturbation, corruption if you squint, reader isnt a virgin, fingering, oral (f! receiving), Choso is a munch confirmed, multiple orgasms (f & m), readers perfume mentioned like once

Word count: 7.92k

ao3 link here

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Your relationship with Choso had been going smoothly, an innocent love bloomed between you two. Till the thought of innocence was completely pushed to the back of your heads.

Choso recently felt himself yearning for more. Every time he kissed you it felt like coming home. Small pecks on your lips as he wondered what was missing.

After every gentle peck Choso gave you, he would pull away, and lean in to give you another. Always wanting to kiss you longer. Wondering what came after.

Wanting to ask you but too anxious he would make you uncomfortable. The mere thought sent chills down his spine and caused his cheeks to turn pink.

In all honesty, this was a thought in your head long before it was in Choso’s. Dirty thoughts clouded your mind whenever he would roll up the sleeves on his button up, when he would undo the top two buttons on his shirts.

When he would compare his big hands to yours, tantalizing thick fingers that gave you goosebumps. Persuading your own mind into popping one of them into your mouth, just to see what he would do.

When he would reach the top shelf of the cupboards and his t-shirts would ride up, giving you a peek at his happy trail. At times you thought he did it on purpose, but the sweet smile on his face when he looked at you, always made you feel like a man in the medieval times seeing a woman's ankles for the first time.

Months of agonizing celibacy was eating away at you, not even being able to take care of it on your own since Choso was always near. You always had the question in the back of your mind, if he knew what sex was. If he had thought about it.

If he looked at you with the same lust filled eyes you looked at him with. But you knew it had to be slow, Choso’s first relationship had to be something where he controlled the pace. But god, if he asked?

Without hesitation, you'd say “Yes.”

On one late evening, a few minutes before bed, he leaned in to kiss you. Eyes blinking shut as his hand held your cheek. Pressing his plush lips to yours.

Except this time he didn't pull away, only pushing himself closer to you as his eyebrows furrowed. You took the hint and tilted your head, making the kiss more inviting to him. Choso opened his mouth slightly, almost begging you for more.

Taking this as an invitation, you licked his bottom lip for permission, feeling his free hand snake to your back as you held onto his shoulder. Choso groaned lightly, feeling you open your mouth against him.

Sucking at his bottom lip as he tried to copy your movements. You moved your head the other direction, his nose brushing past yours as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Exploring it in its entirety as he let out soft whines, making you feel a familiar ache form in between your thighs.

His body shifting to be above you, his forearm holding him up as the other roamed down to the hem of your shirt. Your hands on his neck and in his hair as he inhaled sharply. He'd much rather not breathe than break the kiss and be away from you.

Choso felt the appendage between his legs jump. It didn't seem like a surprise to him, seeing his face go unchanged when you opened your eyes half way after feeling it against your leg. 

To Choso, the appendage between his legs was no more than a tool to go to the restroom. But every now and then, when you'd nuzzle your cheek against his hand it would jump in excitement.

The first time it happened, he took it as a ‘normal human thing’ but he noticed it would only happen with you. When he would see that you texted him. And everytime you kissed his cheek in adoration. He knew people would use that part of their bodies to procreate, but

Choso didn't think he could use it to procreate. If so, would it even work? He spent very little time worrying about it, but now? Choso thought about why he feels like this. Especially now. 

Your hand roamed from his hair down his back, lifting up the bottom of his shirt and wasting no time in making contact with his bare hip. Inching up his back as your nails grazed him lightly.

Choso’s tongue in your mouth as you gasped for air, feeling his waist buck up softly as he felt your fingertips. The pads of your fingers grazing the goosebumps that formed at your touch. Completely lost in the moment, your hand almost reached down to his sweats.

Before remembering what was really happening. “Wait-” you murmured, slowly pulling away from Choso. He pulled away, not even an inch between you two.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice was pained and whiny as a line of saliva was drawn between your lips. The look on his face alone made you want to forget your inhibitions.

Thoughts of saying ‘keep going’ flooded your mind. Choso’s puffy lips and red cheeks made this all too difficult for you. “We-” you started, shifting away from him, clearing your throat, “We can't do this.” you finished, sitting up and looking over at his face that was full of self consciousness.

“Why? You don't want to?” Choso asked, his lip pouting as he looked over at you with furrowed eyebrows in self doubt.

“No- I do. You have no idea how much I do.” you laughed, seeing his face light up at your words. “But we can't.” you continued.

“You don't want to- with me?” he asked, pain in his voice as he looked down at his hands.

“Yes, of course I do. But it's your first time-” you uttered, “I want you to be 100% sure you want to do that with me.” You voiced, Choso’s mouth already opening in defense.

“I only want to do it with you.” eyebrows puckered as he pleaded. 

“Do you know what it is?” you asked, looking at his expression soften when he thought about it.

“Is it not to have children?” Choso asked, making your face turn red with embarrassment. He knew that it wasn't just to have kids. But he couldn't help himself, he wanted to hear you explain it to him.

“T-technically yes.” you stuttered. For you to stutter was rare, hardly becoming flustered when it came to serious conversations. “But people don't just have- sex, to have children.” you pronounced.

That was the first time the word 'sex' was spoken in a conversation with him, “What else could it be for?” he asked, feigning innocence looking at your lips in hunger as he sat up.

“People have sex for plenty of reasons-” you started, leaning back onto the wall as you looked at Choso. “For money, in moments of hate and anger, for power...For love.” you declared, “Sex isn't just to have children.” you laughed, thinking of how sweet it was that he thought he was ready for the responsibility of a child.

His eyes looked off, heavy in thought as you waited for him to say something. “And my first time is important- because?” Choso asked, wanting to hear you say more things that made you flustered.

“It's a first that you will never forget. A first word, the first steps as a child, the first kiss. All those things can be forgotten. But the first time you have sex?” you stated, eyebrows furrowing. “That stays with you forever.” you say, exhaling and looking up to the ceiling.

“Have you...had sex?” he asked, genuine curiosity in his eyes as he waited for your reply.

A chill ran down your spine just thinking back to your first time. “I have.” you murmured, your face grimacing at the thought. Knowing how some men find that an unredeemable quality in their partner.

Choso’s eyebrow lifted, “With who?” he asked, his voice more quiet and pained.

“With the boy that took me to junior prom.” you stated, “I was just a kid. Didn't even last longer than 5 minutes.” you declared, exhaling in anguish as you looked over at him.

“Just once?”

“Twice with him, I think. And just one other guy before I met you.” you stated, you knew you had to be honest with him, I mean who could lie to that face?

“So two people?” Choso asked, slumping down to the pillows you shared.

“Yes. That's why I'm telling you that the first time you have sex is so important.” you exhaled. “If I could, I would take those three times back and save them.” You said, turning to your side to look at him.

“Why?” his eyes looking up at you as he laid his head onto the pillows.

“So I could have my first time with you too.” You confessed, pushing stray hairs away from his face as his eyes looked up at you. You reached for his hand, as he raised his up. Opening his palm as you pressed your own to it. Slowly intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Think about it. Think about if you want me to be your first. About how you feel about me.” you stated, shifting your body to lie down next to him. Choso exhaled, almost like he was in pain.

"God-” he exhaled. “I feel everything for you.” he finished, fluttering his eyes closed as he drifted to sleep.

Your mind was so full that night, ‘what if he decided that he didn't want me?’ you thought. Even if you did the right thing, it still hurt to think if he didn’t want to do that with you.

The next few nights were torture, making it a habit of making out with eachother before bed. Always having to stop it from going any further, all you wanted in the world was to grant Choso his wish. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

One evening it went as far as him groping your chest above your t-shirt, your fingers hooked onto his waistband before you stopped. Breathless and left wanting more, looking at you with only lust in his eyes and a wet spot forming on his sweats.

You nibbled on your lip with anticipation. Blurting out if he had ever touched himself, curious on whether or not he had been able to relieve himself. Nervous eyes looked everywhere in his bedroom, trying not to look into Choso’s eyes.

“Touch myself?” he asked, pulling the blankets over his lap as he tried to hide what was forming in his sweats.

“Relieved yourself?” You asked again, his puzzled face not changing as he gulped down his nerves.

“I don’t think so?” he answered, his hand resting above the blanket as he combed the hair out of his face with his other. You exhaled, not wanting to just leave him pent up and in pain.

“Look it up on your phone.” You smiled, knowing that the internet will give him clearer answers than you'd give. His hand reached for his cell phone, curious eyes scanned the screen as he looked up what ‘touching yourself’ was.

“N-no. I haven't.” he stuttered, cheeks flush with nerves as he felt the tent in his sweats twitch.

“Try it. I'm sure you'll feel alot better after.” you smiled, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. He was going to decline, not feeling any need or want to do that unless you showed him how.

But you sat up and got off the bed. He asked you to wait. “Do you have to leave?” he whined, reaching his hand out to you as his face churned in anguish.

“I can't be here when you do that.” you stated, small smile while you shivered at the mere thought of watching him while he jacked off. You smiled, leaning over the bed and kissing him again.

“I'll see you tomorrow.” You assured him, slipping your sandals on and leaving the room. Leaving him a blushy mess in his bed.

Once in your room, you exhaled. Jumping into your bed trying to fight off the urge to touch yourself. Finding yourself on twitter, bad intentions forming in your mind as you scrolled.

In the heat of the moment you gathered the bravery to send him a link to a porn account on twitter that mainly showed people giving handjobs. In hopes he would take that as a guide.

Choso felt his throbbing cock jump by just looking at your name pop up on his phone. He opened the link and his mouth cracked opened in shock thinking about you watching this stuff.

He sat up, back against the wall as he scrolled through the videos that were on the account. While watching the videos Choso felt nothing, he saw what was being done but he didn't feel any different by watching them.

He found a video of a faceless hand stroking a faceless cock. Slow and agonizing as clear liquid dripped out the tip. Choso shoved his pants down, wincing at the cold air hitting his throbbing head.

He looked over at his phone, reaching for his cock and trying to copy the movements. Touching his sensitive tip as he spread the leaky fluid down his shaft. Looking back to the video to see the movements, groaning in frustration.

Not being able to focus on what he was doing from the loud over exaggerated moans coming from his phone. Pressing the power button and tossing it to the foot of the bed.

Choso brought his hand back to his cock. Hesitating to touch it when he pictured the video, instead of the hand in the video he pictured yours. Reaching for the shaft and stroking slowly up as he let out a muffled cry, letting go of his cock and pulling up his shirt above his body, tossing it aside. Not hesitating in touching his cock again.

Choso's head fell back as he kept stroking himself, closing his eyes and pretending it was your hand. He whined, feeling the sharp sensation on his tip when he squeezed past it.

Slow like how the video showed him, head fuzzy with thoughts of your hands, of your lips, of your eyelashes. He kept picturing you in the same position he was in now.

In your bed, thinking about him while pleasuring yourself. He felt an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach as his hips bucked up into his own hand.

He cried out, the feeling being unbearable as his hand sped up. His mouth was hung open as tears stung the corners of his eyes. He whined as his hips thrusted up uncontrollably.

Whispers of your name fell from his lips as he kept his eyes closed. Feeling himself come undone as his hips bucked up once more. A loud cry from his mouth as his hand didn't stop pumping his cock.

Heavy breathing as he came down from the high that left his body twitching. He looked down, seeing his mess. Ropes of white fluid on his grey sweats and his hand slick with what came out of him.

Choso grimaced, scooching to the edge of the bed and standing up. His body wobbled as he tried to stand, closing his eyes as he tried to regain his balance. He stepped forward, closing his eyes and opening them in a hazy manner.

Walking into his bathroom and starting a shower. Taking his pants off and stepping in. feeling the warm water coat his body. 

After that, Choso was a changed man. He had seen the light and there was no going back. He felt like he was late to this part of his life.

So every night, after making sure you were asleep, he would go to the bathroom and start a shower. Slowly stroking himself to thoughts of you. He had explored the world of porn, not for his own enjoyment but he wanted to know what to do when the day came where you finally let him make love to you.

Seeing porn as a form of studying. He had seen overproduced videos of people with no passion in their eyes. It was clear that there wasn't any love between them. Knowing that if you'd let him, it would be so much different than what the videos showed.

After countless nights of torturous self pleasure, he had settled on what he liked, what scenario he pictured you in when it came down to it.

Picturing you on your knees before him, and your soft hand stroking his cock. He thought of how he would devour you, so much so that he could drown. Choso wanted you to show him how to please you. He wanted to know what you liked.

To share with you what he had learned about himself, but he knew that it wasn't just typical conversation to be brought up whenever he wanted. Choso knew those conversations were reserved a few minutes before bed.

And you? You wanted to ask so badly how it went. Mouth watering by just the thought of it.

On this particular evening, the routine of heavy makeout sessions with heavy groping became too much for him. Your scent in the air as he inhaled deeply.

Aways preferring to sleep in your bedroom cause it smelled like you. Cock throbbing as he thrusted up into the blanket that dared separate you from him.

“I thought-” he started, kissing your mouth as spit made strings between your lips and his when he pulled away. “Of you-” he continued between kisses, “When I-” sloppy kisses and roaming hands were all part of what made you slowly unravel in his hands. “Touched myself.” he finished, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your temple. “I came thinking about you.” he whispered in your ear as his hand slid down your side.

You felt the familiar ache in your pants throb at his sweet words. Feeling Choso’s hand slip past the bottom of your shirt and slide up your torso, sending chills down your spine as he whispers again.

“Do you cum thinking of me?” hand reaching your chest and holding your ribs as his thumb curled beneath your breast. His lips brushed your ear when he spoke.

Filthy whispers as your hands held onto his bicep for dear life, in hopes you'd find the strength to be able to stop. “Yes-” you let out breathlessly, “I think of you.” you confessed, ears red with embarrassment as you felt wet kisses down your neck, your core clenching around nothing as you felt him kiss your jawline.

“What did you think about?” you breathed, feeling his lips press against your collar bones. Choso looked up at you, pupils in the shape of hearts as he closed them to kiss you.

“I thought of your hands,-” He murmured as his hand pressed against yours, feeling how soft they were against his. “Of your lips-” he professed. “Of your eyelashes.” a warm kiss against your temple as the hand that held yours pinned it to the bed. “I pictured your hand instead of mine.” He whispered into your ear as your legs spread in order to invite him.

His body shifted his weight from his forearm to settling in between your legs. You inhaled sharply through your teeth feeling the bulge against your neglected core. “I only think of you.” he vowed, closing his eyes and kissing your lips again. 

“Show me.” you pulled away, looking into his eyes. Your voice now clear as the thoughts of not letting this go too far were long gone.

Choso looked into your eyes, lips parted and breathless as he felt the now familiar feeling in his stomach develop. His nose crinkled at hearing your mouth say these dirty things.

“Show me how you touched yourself.” you demanded, mouth open as your breath hitched at the thought. He looked at your lips, plump and begging for him to keep going.

His lip quivered. Chills down his spine at the thought. You pressed your lips to his, eyes half lidded as you slid your hand down his forearm. Making your way to the top of his sweatpants. “Pleasee?” you pouted, fingers slipping past the band and slowly dragging down his hip.

And who was Choso to deny you that one thing?

He pulled away, turning to his side of the bed and sitting up. He gulped, seeing you make yourself comfortable to watch him, on your belly with your chin resting your hands.

Choso looked down at the obvious wet spot in his pants. He pulled his large white t-shirt up and held the hem in his teeth, in hopes that he wouldn't moan too loudly in front of you.

His trembling hand reached down to his sweats, pulling down the band just enough to free himself from the cotton prison, hissing at the cold air that hit his leaking tip.

He looked over at you to see if you approved, only to see you staring at his cock with wide eyes and mouth cracked open. You looked up at him with a sweet smile, your mouth already watering at the sight before you.

That's all he needed to see before lifting his hand up from the bed, and grasping his cock. His thumb collected the fluid that leaked from his angry tip as he slowly stroked down his shaft.

The only description of his cock was beautiful. 9 inches tall, pale shaft and a darkening pink tip. The sheer size of him made your thighs press together in hopes to relieve the ache between them.

You watched his hand move in the way that made you conclude he knew what he liked. Muffled moans escaping his teeth as he looked over at you, hoping that it was everything you wanted to see. 

This time it felt different, more exposed. More dirty than the other times he had done this.

He felt your gaze on his cock as he stroked it slowly. Whines escaping his mouth as you slowly inched closer to his cock. He almost came when he felt your hand on his clothed knee, only letting out a frustrated groan as you looked at his hand struggling to keep the slow pace.

You sat up, now on your knees, staring at his leaking cock. A sinister smile appeared onto your face, lifting your hand and placing it above Choso’s struggling one. He gasped as you looked into his eyes.

You smiled at him as you guided his hand to stroke faster, Choso slowly pulled his hand away, leaving only yours on his cock as he stared deep into your eyes.

His cock so thick that you couldn't touch your thumb to your middle finger. He let out a loud whine when you circled your palm on his tip. Letting the hem of his t-shirt fall into his mess.

Placing a gentle kiss to his quivering lips. “I’m going to-” Choso whined as you stroked his cock faster. His hips bucking up as ropes of cum shot out of him, leaving his cock twitching in your hand. He kissed you, open mouthed and heavily breathing as he felt the aftershocks of his orgasm course through his body. 

In your hand, his cock still at attention for you as you smiled into the kiss. Choso pushed your upper half down so you could lay on your back, slipping his sweats off as he watched you shake off your pants.

He wasted no time in connecting to your lips again as he settled his bottom half between your thighs. His greedy hands groping at anything he could find.

One under your t-shirt kneading your breast and the other lifting the band of your panties. “Can I?” he murmured into the kiss as you felt his fingers hover above the agonizing ache that you had neglected for so long.

“Mhmm-” you purred, feeling his fingers press against your core. Not pushing them in just yet, only circling at your entrance for permission.

The back of his hand being coated in the mess you had made in your panties. His thumb found the bundle of nerves that made you gasp. Feeling his eager hand roam around your most sensitive spots.

He moaned as he felt your hand tug at his hair, and the other under his t-shirt clawing at his back as he pushed one of his long fingers into your core.

Slow and gentle as he was, this was killing you. Feeling like he was purposely teasing you as you moaned into the kiss. “Teach me what you like.” Choso mumbled, pulling away from your lips as he looked at your flushed face.

You leaned over to his ear, only whispering one word. “Faster.” groaning at the contact against his ear. Slipping another finger into you with no hesitation as his thumb made quick work of your clit, your juices dripping to his palm as he felt your breath hitch against his lips. 

Cock throbbing anytime it brushed against your thigh, he unspooled you bit by bit. A loud moan fell from your lips as he hit the sweet spot his fingers were so desperately looking for.

“R-right there.” you managed to get out as you felt him pump his fingers inside you. Choso abused the spot that made your back arch as you muttered “I'm gonna cum-” into the kiss.

A loud whine left your lips as his thumb made one last circle on your clit, feeling his smile against your lips. Choso thought that one orgasm wasn’t enough. Placing one last kiss on the side of your opened mouth before moving down your torso, lifting up half of your t-shirt as he placed kisses in between your breasts.

Slipping your soaked panties down with his fingers, gentle kisses on your thighs as he made his way to your core. Eye to eye with your throbbing cunt, looking up at you with his mouth agape. You were dripping, Choso felt his cock leak at the mere sight of you.

“May I?” he asked, always so polite. Flustered and almost whining as he waited for your reply.

“Yes.” you exhaled, your hands finding their way to the sides of his head as his tongue licked a long stripe from your cunt up to your clit. Tongue flat against you as you squirmed.

His hands sliding down your sides and holding your plush thighs open, Choso whined, feeling you arch your back as he sucked your clit. His cock rubbing against the bed sheets. The vibrations fell from his tongue onto your clit as it swirled around you.

Still sensitive from the first orgasm, a second one wasn't late to follow. Barely needing any stimulation for you to cum again.

Choso’s mouth was stuck on the upper part of your cunt, his tongue doing what seemed like magic tricks as you pulled on his hair. His hips thrusted up causing friction against his cock and the now wet bedsheets, a string of moans with his name falling from your lips as you felt him take your orgasm.

You tried to squirm from grasp, his mouth didn't stop sucking on the abused bud. Thighs pinned to the side of his face as he felt you fight his grip, “Just one more-” he begged, the vibrations only making you squirm.

You muttered a pained, “Okay.” and he didn't stop, this time more sloppy, not caring if your juices mixed with his spit leaked down his chin.

He devoured you like he hadn't eaten a decent meal in years.

Choso’s hips now bucking up relentlessly as he tried to chase the high that he yearned for. You felt his grip on your thighs tighten, knowing that he would leave light bruises on them.

He moaned against you as he pulled another orgasm out of you, feeling his whines against your cunt like it was his way of giving you a cruel punishment.

It wasn't till he moaned loudly against you that he stopped. Pressing one final kiss on your clit before pulling away. Holding his head in your hands you felt him shiver, looking down at him as he sluggishly lifted his body.

Letting you see the mess he left on the sheets. Choso came by just eating you out. And still, he was hard. Cock twitching as he sat up, looking at you breathlessly as he waited for you to do something, his eyes following your hands go to the hem of your shirt before pulling it off.

His mouth watering at the sight. Feeling the absence of his warmth, you reached your hands to his face. Pulling him close for a gentle kiss, his body leaning forward and now inbetween your legs. Feeling your bare breasts against his chest made his cock twitch. His hips trying their best to not press his cock against your cunt.

He placed sloppy kisses on your cheek, as you inched your lips closer to his ear, “Put it inside.” you urged, feeling his hand slip from the side of your thigh down to hold the base of his cock. He leaned his head back, looking down at your cunt and his cock centimeters apart. His eyebrows turning upwards as he tried his best not to burrow his cock inside of you. 

Choso held onto the base of his cock as he pressed his head to your core. Gasping at the warmth and slick that had pooled. He looked back up to your eyes. His hand guiding his crying cock to slip up and down your cunt.

Gasps leaving your mouth as you felt his tip brush past your clit. You looked into his eyes, and down to his lips. Leaning in again to kiss him. Choso took this as an invitation to slowly push his fat tip into your core. He gasped into your mouth, breaking the kiss as you felt tears prick your eyes.

He whined as half lidded eyes stared into yours. Eyebrows knitted as he tried to push further. Feeling resistance from your cunt that tried its best to let him in.

A loud cry fell from your lips as he managed to push a little more into you. He placed his hand next to your hip to brace himself. All the instincts in his head telling him to shove himself all the way into you.

“S’too big-” you murmured, your lips brushing against his as he whined at your words. His body pressed tightly against yours as he hissed feeling your cunt stretch around him as he pushed himself into you.

He muttered a quiet ‘I know’ to console you, tears now falling from your eyes. He gave you his entire being, inch by inch till he felt like there was no more room to fit himself in. He gasped feeling you clench around him. Giving you a sloppy kiss on your lips before looking down and seeing that he hasn't put his cock fully into you.

Groaning at the sight of his cock almost disappearing. He looked back to you, moaning as fat tears fell from your cheeks, he leaned down to kiss them away. Salty liquid falling onto his lips.

He slowly pulled his cock out, mouth open in a gasp as he felt your walls clench around him, trying to keep him inside. Whining as he pulled himself out, keeping his tip inside of you as your hands clawed at his biceps in hopes to relieve the sting.

His thick fingers inside of you earlier made no difference in regards to the pain. Choso’s hips halted, feeling his tip inside of you as he looked into your eyes. Slowly sliding himself into you again.

This time the sting of him stretching you was not as evident as it was before. Now feeling the tip of his angry cock brush against the spot his fingers had abused before.

Eyes half lidded as Choso’s lips brushed against yours, wanting to kiss him but knowing you'd break it to breathe. Eyes fixed on yours as he slowly slid his cock into you. Moans and whines falling from his mouth as you tried to keep your eyes open.

He pulled one hand up from your thigh and shoved the hair in your face away, holding your neck and looking into your eyes lovingly. His hips not faltering in the slow pace he tried so desperatly to keep. Making sure not to hurt you.

Soon your whines of pain turned into a string of moans as Choso’s cock brushed against your sweet spot. Your hand made its way to the base of his neck, holding it firm as he kissed your cheek, as agonizing as this was to Choso, he didn't want to move any faster till he knew you were ready.

He pulled away from your face, “Can I go faster?” he whined, desperate as your cunt clenched around him by hearing him speak.

“Please.” you breathed, kissing him again as his hips stuttered against you. His thrusts now firmer and quicker. Whining as he felt how slick your cunt was.

Eyes full of love and adoration as he looked into yours, muttering dozens of ‘I love you’ s as he kissed you. Choso’s hips thrusting into you rough with sweat dripping down his temple. 

The room was spinning, filthy sounds filled the room. Stretching you out everytime he pushed himself in. His two hands now held your face as he propped himself up with his wobbling knees.

Holding your face still as he pressed wet gentle kisses onto your lips. Murmuring sweet words in between them, telling you how beautiful you looked. How well you were taking him. How warm your cunt was.

Words that made your orgasm pool in your womb as you felt Choso’s cock thrusting into you faster. His orgasm had been on the brink since he pushed his cock into you. But he held out, wanting to cum with you.

“I’m gonna cum-” you moaned, a quiet whine from his trembling lips as he felt himself come undone. Fast thrusts soon stuttered against your thighs. One final rough thrust into you as he coated your insides. Loud whines as he started coming down from his orgasm.

Pulling out slowly and pushing himself inside again, slow thrusts as his cock softened inside of you. His knees no longer able to hold him up, he collapsed. Cock still inside as his forehead rested against your neck.

Choso’s face nuzzled into you as his back rose with each heavy inhale he took. Your eyes hazy as you looked up at the ceiling, feeling him press sloppy kisses to your neck, “Thank you.” he whispered before placing a kiss to the shell of your ear. Lifting his head up to look at you, your hands going to hold his cheeks.

Hazy eyes looking at you- “Did I do good?” he slurred, his face flush with a certain glow that you had longed to see.

Placing a gentle kiss on his lips, “You did so good.” you whispered. Placing another sloppy kiss to his plush lips, “You were perfect.” you praised, seeing a half lidded smile come from Choso in response to your compliments.

He rested his head on your chest, his ear listening to your quickening heartbeat start to slow down. Your hand went to hold his face, the other on his back rubbing circles on it. Still feeling light twitches rumble through his body as his hand rested on your ribs.

Laying there for a while. Both of you trying to catch your breath. “I'm thirsty.” You chirped, your voice low as Choso’s eyes looked up at you, pained as he knew that he would eventually have to pull himself out of you.

“I'll go get you something.” he said, not moving his body an inch. Feeling your chest rise as you let out a laugh. Seeing him not move, if anything nuzzling your bare chest even more.

“Let me up at least-” you smiled, your hand moving from his face to his shoulder in an attempt to move him.

“Do I have to?” He whined, lifting his head and looking at your eyes. You smiled, leaning down to press a warm kiss onto his lips. Hearing him whine when you pulled away. He exhaled, groaning as he lifted himself from your chest, propping himself on his forearms as he slowly pulled himself out of you.

His softened cock jumped as he felt the cold air hit him, causing him to hiss at the sensation. He rolled to his side of the bed, one arm behind his head as he looked over at you sitting on the edge of the bed. He watched you as you stood up, seeing your bare back face him.

Tired eyes roaming your back, down to your plush thighs that glistened in the dim lighting. Your legs struggled to take a first step, feeling a stinging in your thighs as you limped in the first few steps. 

You walked to the door that held your robe, rolling your shoulders back, wrapping it around you. Turning around to see Choso’s half lidded eyes. A small smile on his face as he watched you. At that moment he looked like a Greek sculpture, hair messy and his forehead still damp.

Bare body as he stretched himself out onto your bed. In your mind you liked to think that he was purposefully trying to look scrumptious.

But knowing him? He wasn't trying. He's just naturally that way. Messy sheets surrounded him as you smiled, “Take the sheets off the bed.” you laughed, turning around and opening the door to walk to the kitchen.

Choso smiled, sitting up and gathering the soiled sheets on your bed and tossing them to the floor. Keeping the pillows on the bare mattress as he found a folded sheet on top of a basket of your folded laundry. He held it up to his nose, inhaling the smell of your detergent and a hint of your perfume.

Smiling against it before he unfolded it. Sitting back down to where you left him. Tossing a corner of the thin sheet above his lower half. Sitting against the wall as he waited for you to come back. You walked in, two glass cups full of ice water in hand. He smiled seeing you offer him a glass.

Placing yours onto the night stand and slipping your robe off. When you took it off, his eyes never left your face. Not even bothering to look down at your body. You took a sip of the cold water before crawling back to him. Pulling the sheet above you as you rested your head against his chest, stretching an arm across his stomach.

Feeling Choso set down his cup on the nightstand next to him. His strong arms wrapped around you as he felt your chest press against his torso. 

“Thank you.” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.

His thumb rubbed circles on your arm, “For what?” Choso smiled, voice low and husky.

“For making me feel like this was my first time.” You confessed, lifting your head to look up at him. He closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I'm glad it was you.” he murmured, pulling away from you as he held your back. Pressing you closer to him. You smiled, laying your head back onto his chest.

“Me too.”

“I can’t believe that's what I was missin' out on.” he laughed.

“It's not like I was keeping it from you-” you defended playfully. “Not once did it ever feel like the way it feels like with you.” You continued, your fingers tracing his abs as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” he asked, fishing for praise.

“None of them ever went down on me.” You confessed, looking up at him with a giddy smile on your face. “Always needing to get themselves off first. Didn't even make me come.” You joked as he laughed.

“No way-” he answered, disbelief in his voice as he couldn't fathom the thought.

“I’m serious-” you laughed, “Oh but you-” you swooned, your hand going up to his face.

“Always so sweet to me.” you whispered as your fingers traced his jawline. Choso’s cheeks went pink as he heard your compliments.

“I think I lost count of how many times I came.” you swooned, looking into his eyes. His hand went up to the side of your face, a bright grin on his lips as he held it still. Leaning in close.

“If I could go down on you for the rest of my life. I would do it in a heartbeat.” He whispered before placing a kiss onto your lips. He pulled away, placing another small peck to them and pulling back.

“Promise me that from now on, you'll only ever have sex with me.” He asked, his eyes looking down to your hand that laid flat against his chest.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, eyes full of love. “I promise.” you whispered, seeing his eyes look back at you. 

Choso felt his cock twitch, slowly rising as he looked into your eyes. Feeling the sheet that covered your body lift, you looked down to his lower half. Seeing the sheet rise just by looking at you and hearing your promise. You looked up at him again, mouth open in shock with a smile forming on his face.

“You wanna go again?” he asked sweetly, grin on his face as you stared at him like he was a soldier coming home.

“Jesus christ- is there anything you're not good at?” you exclaimed, sitting up and kissing his cheek. Your hands cupping his face in disbelief. He felt his chest swell with pride hearing you praise him. You kissed his lips once more, closing your eyes as his hands roamed your body.

Even now, you heavily regretted depriving yourself of the prize that Choso was. The perfect man, always so polite and gentle. And always. Always eager to please.

-

damn that was a lot😦 ik its late but I wanted to post this before I went to bed. as always thank u for reading :> I am simply a vessel for the lord😄 he puts disgusting thoughts in my head and I write about them, nah jp (p.s. if ur curious of what two acc im referencing its FinishHimRIP on twt lollll)

[radiance1]

"One trip to Greece." Vlad paced back and forth. "Just one, single trip, and now he's bloody missing!" Vlad stopped and threw his hands up in both exasperation and irritation.

Danny hummed, taking a bite from a cupcake (baked and provided by Vlad), chewing, then swallowing. "Honestly, I think you should calm down dude, just because he hasn't called you in what...?"

"5 days." Vlad answered quickly, going back to pacing back and forth.

"...Right. Five days." Danny shrugged. "I'm sure he's just, you know." Danny waved his hand in a vague gesture, of what? He wasn't exactly sure. "Enjoying his time so much that he forgot to call you?"

"Listen, Daniel. It's one thing if he doesn't call me, but it's an entirely different thing if the tracker isn't tracking."

Danny paused, slowly dragging his eyes up from his cupcake to stare down Vlad. "...You put a tracker on your mans?"

Vlad turned to Danny, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. "Of course I did, why wouldn't I?" Vlad wrinkled his nose. "Do shut your mouth, I don't need you to accidentally choke on a fly before you help me."

Danny closed his mouth, staying silent for a moment before shrugging and taking another bite of his treat. "And I would help you, why?"

"Would it not be heroic for you to help someone in need?"

"When the person in question is you? No, not really."

Vlad let out a heavy sigh, squeezing in between his eyes before swiftly turning around and walking towards his super computer. "Two baskets full of cupcakes."

Danny raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"The latest release of Doomed before anyone else."

Danny hummed, and Vlad sighed.

"...And for your two friends as well."

Danny smirked, scarfing the last bit of his cupcake and jumping off the table. "Deal." He over behind Vlad, leaning over his shoulder to look at the screen. "Sooo, where do I need to look?"

"Here." Vlad pointed to a specific location on the map helpfully provided by one of his many satellites. "The last placed recorded before the signal disappeared without warning."

Danny, glancing at Vlad. "You know that it could've just been broken, right?"

"Impossible, the materials it was made from wouldn't let it be destroyed so easily."

Danny shrugged. "Whatever you say I guess."

===

John Constantine, after months of being trapped in another dimension, finally managed to get back to his own.

Although now that he thought of it, he should've given that guy a heads up, or broke up with him before he left, but oh well. Give it a while and the guy will probably move on anyways.

Not like anything big would come out of this.

[rafey-baby]

hidden 5

c/w: outlaw!rafe being his usual self towards pogue!reader, barry making an appearance, closure on the hostage/stockholm syndrome situation, mentions of murder & violence, slightly suggestive, fluffy ending

wc: 3.5k

sooo this is the last part! (but might write some blurbs for them at some point idk) thank u for reading love u <3

also him getting a little jealous was inspired by this anon

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

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Consciousness drags her out of the comfort of her slumber, forcing her to blink her leaden eyelids open to Rafe’s heavy and very much naked body weighing her down against the couch cushions.  

She can feel his chest expanding with each lethargic inhale he takes and she’s momentarily disconcerted; entangled thoughts desperately trying to make sense of her current situation. However, all too soon, the memories of last night cause her to let out a tired groan.  

What on earth was she thinking? Why would she let Rafe of all people fuck her? And more than once. She can’t even recall how many times she— 

Suddenly, she’s reminded of the reason she stirred from her state of dormancy in the first place when she feels Rafe’s sturdy abdomen pressing down on her bladder. 

“Ugh,” she lets the back of her head hit the armrest before trying to pry him off, albeit to no avail.  

“Rafe? Can you...” she shoves at his shoulder.  

However, he merely takes in a sleepy breath and shifts into a more pleasant position.  

“Rafe, wake up,” she tries again, this time pushing at his face that’s resting comfortably in the crook of her sweaty neck. In response, he offers her a drowsy hum before pasting a sluggish palm over her lips to make her go quiet.  

“Shh,” he silences her and she feels like slapping him because she’s about to pee on her couch and he’s hushing her, of all things.

She wraps her fingers around his limp wrist and yanks it away from her mouth with a huff. “I need to pee. Can you get off me, please?”  

He lets out a dozy grunt before groggily raising his head to look at her; squinting due to the daffodil-colored rays of sunshine peeking from the windows and appearing just as foggy as her a few minutes ago.  

He rubs a hand over his face, mumbling something incoherent under his breath and at last, removes his limbs that restrained her capability to move.  

“Thanks,” she peeps out before getting up and scurrying off to the bathroom; hearing him slump back down onto the couch immediately after.  

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

After rinsing off the stickiness of last night in the steaming shower and changing into a pair of sweats, she realizes she’s starving. Hunger is eating away at her insides and along with the graphic recollections of her and Rafe’s late-night activities vividly jumping around her skull; she can already feel a headache lurking around the corner. 

She’s in the process of cracking eggs on a pan when she hears Rafe entering the shower; the pitter patter of water droplets hitting the tiled floor following soon after. She begins to cut up some tomatoes to add into the mixture, when out of the blue, the doorbell rings.  

She doesn’t think Rafe hears it since the water is still running in the bathroom, which is why she’s not entirely sure what she’s supposed to do.   

She figures that if it’s the police again, it would seem suspicious if it took her longer than normal to open it twice in a row now. Therefore, she turns off the stove and takes tentative steps towards the door.  

Fleetingly, she wonders if she should simply act as if no one’s home since opening doors to strangers was what got her into this mess in the first place. At this point though, she doesn’t necessarily have the mental capacity to care. 

She gingerly unlocks the door with her lip worried between her teeth, and behind it, stands a guy with hair as black as a crow and eyes as brown as coffee beans. 

“Is Rafe here?” He asks with such a slow drawl it makes her wonder if he’s high on something other than just life.  

And he doesn’t seem like a cop. But wouldn’t Rafe have told her if he was expecting someone?  

“I don’t— I don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s, um, he’s not here,” she decides to play it safe; the lie clumsily rolling off her tongue. However, she can tell that he’s not buying it. 

“You sure? You tellin’ me he gave me the wrong address then?” He wonders with a lazy furrow of his dark eyebrows.  

“Um, I don’t—” 

“Barry, told you to call me before you get here,” Rafe’s low rumble suddenly interrupts her; making a shiver trickle down her spine because him being right behind her, freshly showered, reminds her a little too much of his first night here.  

“Country club! Thought they got your ass already. Good to see you not in jail,” Barry exclaims loudly and takes the liberty of inviting himself in as if her home has turned into a public building free for anyone to just come and go as they please. At least he has the courtesy to close the door, she thinks.

He greets Rafe with a heartfelt pat on the back and she’s momentarily stunned when his mouth twists into a smile that would be considered warm and genuine; something she’s never had the luxury of receiving. 

“Why you didn’t tell me you were staying with a princess?” Barry pushes at his chest playfully. 

“Leave her alone, man,” Rafe rolls his eyes in annoyance.  

“I ain’t do nothin’. Just statin’ the obvious here,” Barry raises his hands up in defense and the unexpected compliment makes her suppress a giddy simper. 

“Whatever, just get your ass here, I need your help,” Rafe grumbles out as he begins walking towards her bedroom. Not even asking if he can go there because why would he? 

“Ain’t nothin’ new about that,” Barry chuckles, revealing a golden tooth that glints under the light when he grins at her. 

And there’s a familiarity in which they interact that makes her figure they’ve known each other for a long time. With the little knowledge she has, she then comes to the conclusion that Barry most likely plays a part in the side business Rafe briefly mentioned when she’d found out about the cop he’d killed.

She assumes all of it is also connected to the plastic baggies full of white powder in the glove compartment of his truck, because there’s no way Rafe needs that much coke just for personal use.  

“We have to, uh, talk about some shit. So, go do something else, yeah?” Rafe looks over his shoulder at her.

“Right, um, okay,” she mumbles out before turning around to return to the safety of her kitchen.  

“Damn, Rafe. That how you talk to her even though she be letting you hide here?” Barry questions as he follows after him. 

“Shit, man, can you just— let’s just get this over with, alright? Don’t have all day,” Rafe mutters in response. 

“Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?” Barry’s humorous tone is the last thing she hears before the door closes; leaving her to resume preparing her breakfast with a weary sigh.  

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

A few days later, she hears Rafe’s voice from the living room as she’s thoughtlessly reorganizing her closet; folding shirts and pants and taking out clothes she no longer wears, since he still doesn’t allow for her to leave the house without him. 

“Come watch this for a second?” His tone sounds almost excited when she pads over to stand next to him on the rug; looking over at him in question. 

However, he merely nods towards the television screen and turns the volume higher.  

“And then onto some more interesting news. The charges for Rafe Cameron, owner of Cameron Development, have been dropped due to no significant evidence found to prove him guilty. However, the investigation is still open and the police are doing everything they can in order to find the criminal behind the devastating murder that has shaken up the entire island for weeks now. In order to ensure everyone’s safety, we hope that you keep your eyes open for anything out of the ordinary and…” 

Everything after that turns into muffled background noise as her jaw drops and her rounded eyes flicker over to Rafe.  

“I’m a free man, Puppy,” he turns to face her with a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“How did you even…” she’s momentarily stunned; words withering away as she simply blinks up at him in surprise. 

“Don’t want you to worry about it, alright?” He’s quick to dismiss her as he clicks off the TV. 

“I’m, um, happy for you…even though you did kill the guy and—” 

“Already told you, he wasn’t a good person and an even shittier cop, remember? And I’m gonna need you to never mention that shit again, think you can do that?” He turns serious all of a sudden; peering into her eyes with a warning.  

“Y— yes,” her voice falters when he steps closer.   

“Cause if you can’t, I’m gon’ have to do something you won’t like, you understand?” He gazes at her with such intensity, she can’t do anything but nod with her shoulders tense.  

“You sure? Cause you’re kinda my only loose end here, and we wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, would we?” His tall frame hovers over her as he leans down to mutter out the words, causing her to flinch.  

“No, I promise. I’m not gonna say anything,” she squeaks out and means it.  

Who would even believe her? After all, she doesn’t have any actual proof and even if she did, she thinks Rafe could easily just pay himself out of it. And she’s not particularly keen on finding out how far he’s willing to take his vengeance.  

“Good,” he seems to relax some but a sense of dread washes over her anyway.  

“But what if…someone threatens me or something?” She asks with caution.  

“That’s not gonna happen. You always worry so much, just chill out for a bit, yeah?” He shrugs it off with an air of indifference she wishes she could possess as well. 

“But it’s a possibility. How do you know someone didn’t see us together when people were looking for you?” She reasons with her mind racing.  

“Listen, if someone threatens you…you come to me and I’ll fucking kill them for you, okay?” He suggests with complete seriousness.  

“What? No! That’s not what I meant at all. I don’t want you to—” 

However, she’s interrupted by amused laughter bubbling out of his chest. 

“I’m joking. Stop being an annoying Pogue for one second, yeah? Think we should go out for dinner, hm? Let me, uh, thank you for your hospitality and shit,” he says as he smooths a palm over his buzzed hair. 

“Like at a restaurant? You and me?” At the notion of them spending time together outside of all this, confusion tangles up her thoughts; making her forget all about her previous concerns.  

“You’re so fucking weird. Yes, you and me. Who else? Can get whatever expensive shit you want too, how’s that sound?” He coaxes her to agree with the mellow tone he adds, however, not without making fun of her first. 

“Um, okay…sounds great?” She can’t really grasp onto his motives in the headspace she’s currently in, merely assumes he wants to be on her good side so she wouldn’t change her mind about opening her mouth.  

“Great. Need to, uh, take care of some things over at Figure Eight first, but be ready at seven,” he makes it sound like a threat, even if he’s not trying to scare her with a gun anymore.  

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

She doesn’t think she’s ever been at a restaurant this costly; everything on the menu more than she could ever afford. Rafe practically demands her to not pay attention to the price and get anything she wants, however, it’s proving to be quite challenging as she scans over the list of dishes in front of her with creased brows.  

“You ready?” He asks with a hint of impatience.

“No, I can’t decide. There’s so many options and I don’t even know what half of them mean,” she mumbles out in distress. 

“I’ll just, uh, order for you, yeah?” He suggests with a raise of his brows as he stretches out his arms.  

At that, she swallows, desperately trying not to pay any mind to his large biceps practically on display.

“Okay, thanks,” she graces him with a grateful smile; feeling out of place with rich Kooks all around nearly suffocating her.  

Being here with Rafe, of all people, feels strange. Not even a day ago, she was still practically held captive by him, even if the leash of his strict rules around her throat had loosened up considerably, and his overly aggressive tendencies had dwindled down to grumpy mutters and displeased glares over the course of the few weeks they’d known each other. Now, she’s solely bound to him by this muddy, grimy secret that she will probably take down to her grave.  

And despite everything he’s done to her, in some peculiar way, she’s beginning to understand him. Because against all her morals, in a killer, someone who other people would consider a monster, she sees someone simply trying to survive in the harsh world with the crumpled cards life has dealt with him. And she isn’t all too sure how far her feelings of care towards the man branch out but what she does know, is that she doesn’t want him to go to prison. No matter what he’s done. 

And she’s never even met Rafe’s father and he hasn’t talked about him to her, but she has this feeling that to be so violent and hostile, has to be learned from someone.

No one is born evil, even if she wouldn’t necessarily describe him as that.

In Rafe, she sees a boy who was forced to grow up too quickly; someone with the burden of his father’s heavy legacy weighing down on his shoulders with every breath he takes. 

Therefore, she can’t find it in herself to be entirely too upset with him for the way he treated her, thinks she can live with it, even if it was wrong. Because looking back on it, in a way that makes no sense to her, it was also sort of thrilling to keep him hidden and follow along with his very much illegal activities. After all, she’s never really been one to break the rules.  

“Are you guys ready to order?” The server’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts and makes her look up at a familiar face, slightly covered by sand-colored curls.  

“Y/N? Long time no talk! How’re you doing?” Lucas, a guy she had a fling with last year meets her eyes with his surprised ones. 

“Oh, hi. I’m good. What a crazy coincidence, didn’t even know you worked here,” she forces out a strained laugh because had she known, she would’ve asked Rafe to pick another restaurant.

“Actually, just started a few weeks ago. But since when do you eat on this side of the island?” He gives her a curious look.  

“I don’t. Just a…special occasion and stuff,“ she steals a glance at Rafe who’s quietly observing their interaction with narrowed eyes.  

And him talking to her right now feels entirely too humiliating since she had told Rafe about him, assuming the two of them would never meet.  

“Right…anyway, haven’t seen you at the surf shop in a while, you still work there or?” Lucas continues with an enthusiasm she can’t quite reciprocate.  

And it’s not like they ended up on bad terms — they weren’t even officially together — she just sort of withdrew from him because despite being an overall nice guy, she felt like he only cared about his own needs. More often than not went on about his day without even taking hers into consideration, both in and outside the bedroom.

“Yeah, yeah, I do, just had a little, um…family emergency. It was this whole thing, you don’t even wanna know the details,” she lies through her teeth; picking at the corner of her napkin as a distraction.

“I’m so sorry to hear that. Is everything okay now?” His jade eyes are sympathetic as he peers down at her.  

“Yes, everything’s good. Think I’ll be able to return next Monday,” she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and tries to appear nonchalant.  

“Cool…hey, I was actually wondering if you’d wanna catch up some time?” He scratches at the back of his head; seemingly nervous about her answer. 

She blinks.  

“Oh, um—” 

“You gon’ take our orders at some point or just flirt with her for the next hour?” Rafe invites himself into the conversation with a scoff; tilting his head at him in intrigue.  

And at that, Lucas finally turns towards him.  

“Wait a second, weren’t you just suspected for murder?” He asks with slightly wide eyes.  

“Nah, they dropped the charges cause they were tweaking. I didn’t do shit,” Rafe huffs out, the lie rolling off his tongue far too easily.  

“Oh, right, right. That must, um, suck,” he rambles, seemingly intimidated by him. 

“Yeah, it does,” Rafe mutters, and him clearly trying to fight off a roll of his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by her, even if she’s not entirely sure why his mood has suddenly turned sour.  

Lucas is quick to fill in the silence that follows soon after. “Right, so, what would you two like to eat?”

And after he’s left with their orders, Rafe turns to look at her with an annoying smirk overlaying his features. “That the guy who couldn’t make you come?” 

“Rafe! He can still hear you,” she hisses and looks over her shoulder; relieved to discover he’s already out of earshot.  

“Don’t really care. That shit’s just embarrassing for him. What did you see in him anyway? Seems like an ass,” he furrows his brows at her.  

“You’re talking as if you’re any better?”  

“At least made you come, no? Multiple times, may I add. Or you need a reminder?” He nudges her foot under the table with his own; the self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face making her subtly kick him back.  

However, he merely wraps his fingers around her ankle; ceasing her futile attempt at bruising his leg with a chuckle rumbling from his chest.  

“You seriously just tried to kick me? Didn’t seem to complain when you were begging for me to—”  

“Rafe! Why are you talking so loud?” She whines, trying to release the limb he’s captured, however, his grip is strong and she’s not getting free until he decides she is.  

“Calm down, no one here cares. You Pogues never know how to relax, do you?” 

“I am relaxed!” 

“Yeah, I can see that,” he taunts before finally letting go of her foot and she quickly pulls it back so he can’t grab for it again.  

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Can I ask you something?” She swallows something akin to sand in her throat; disrupting the sound of their silverware clinking against the ceramic plates as they contently fill up their bellies.  

“Hm?” His eyes flicker over to meet hers. 

“After this, um, are we just gonna go back to our sides of the island and never talk again?” There’s a wistful hue coloring over her question.  

“That’s what you want?” He raises his brows and she blinks; slightly taken aback by him not immediately answering with a yes.  

“Um, I don’t…know. What would we even do?” She takes a sip of water to appear indifferent to the entire situation. However, she’s failing miserably. 

“I mean, could think of a couple of things we could do…” he trails off with a smug grin, causing her to huff out a soft laugh. 

“Thought you didn’t hang out with Pogues?” She narrows her eyes at him, trying to figure out if he’s even taking this conversation seriously. 

“Yeah, well, guess I could make an exception. After all, you did help a Kook, so you’re not really a Pogue anymore, are you?”  

“Okay first of all, that makes zero sense and I only helped you, cause you were gonna kill me,” she states, lowering her tone towards the end.  

“Stop saying that shit, Puppy,” he hisses, looking around to ensure no one heard it. “Wasn’t gonna kill you, just needed you to listen, alright?”  

“Well, you could’ve been a bit more polite about it,” she rests her elbows on the table, tone accusatory.  

“Listen, I’m sorry, okay? That what you want me to say? A lot was going on and I wasn’t thinking clearly. Sometimes it’s, uh, hard for me to control my anger and shit,” he mutters out the last part, as if it’s difficult for him to admit.

“Yeah, I figured,” she’s smiling now; her attempt at making him feel guilty going down the drain because him trying to defend his behavior for once, is sort of entertaining. 

A scowl covers his face at the realization that she’s merely trying to make him sweat for her own enjoyment. “You know, I still think I should’ve picked another house,” he grants her a lighthearted glare.  

“Yeah, me too,” she nods in agreement.  

And at the sight of her barely contained grin, he can’t stop his mouth from curling up as well; both of them quietly giggling at the entirely too bizarre of a situation, that for some reason, feels far too much like a first date.  

It’s almost as if they’re meeting for the first time all over again.

[fan-a-tink]

time for the case of the hungry snake and sooo many little moments as gifs, let's goooo

First up, the Niko and Edwin shoulder bump & a little cuddle

Crystal: "You'd hate me" Charles:

The little lean and look between them

We've already had the adorable way Edwin sits in a chair, so now may I present, the adorable way Crystal sits in a chair:

An action shot for Charles, ever so slightly more graceful than Edwin falling into the snake pit in episode 1

the adorableness of Niko Sasaki: "Continue, your highness" & "Honestly, do you two not know anything about anything?"

then it struck me that when Crystal is walking away, Edwin is the one at the centre of the shot, not Charles or Niko, but Edwin. And he is so sad to see her go...

How to open a parcel in three steps: (1) exchange sceptical look with your partner, (2) get jump scared by light, (3) throw the parcel across the room.

Some final edwinisms (I'm particularly fond of the second one)

And of course I had to end with this. I want to live in that hug.

PS: never noticed before that Charles shakes his head after Edwin says "what an unexpected relief"

other episode gif sets: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

[slamminslamminmcgill]

mm finally watched deadpool and wolverine today, and my god... 🥵 so many thoughts...

Idek which ones to put here. What do you think a p*ss kink would look like with both of them? Or just more of them making reader squirt their brains out.

The dialogue you write between them sounds so natural. Like I can literally read it in their voice. -🐮

LFGGGG thank y’all for giving me an excuse to talk abt this 🙏 i got more ideas but this post would’ve been WAYYYY too long sooo be on the lookout for more debauchery

warning: piss, anal, dp, dubcon, light degradation/humiliation, intox (alcohol for logan)

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

as with most of the fucked up kinks y'all try in this polycule, it happens spontaneously the first time.

logan had just finished inside your ass, and out of the three of you, it takes him the longest to cum. it also takes a lot out of him. he roars and jams his claws through wade's temples (whoopsie! that's why your bed has red vinyl sheets hehe) so there's a dramatic break in the action afterwards.

"ah... hah... ngh, fuck..." he's panting, heaving almost, and slides out of your now gaping hole, "fuck, that was good..." he retracts his claws from wade’s skull, then purrs in your ear and smooches your neck, "good job, kid."

wade, still hard as steel in your cunt, claps excitedly for him. "yay! good job, YOU, peanut! UGH, i love watching you fill him up. you get so... beastly~."

you giggle, nuzzling into wade's tits, feeling goofy and content. a warm load up one hole, and a thick cock up the other.

logan smiles, kissing you on the back of your head this time. “you gonna be okay alone with him for a sec? i gotta go piss.”

"mhm!"

"'kay. i'll be right back, pumpkin." another kiss to your neck, and he's off, walking flaccidly to the bathroom, shaking his fuzzy cheeks.

you drop your head back down against wade’s chest and sigh, "i gotta piss too, actually."

"oh, yeah, yes you do, mister!" deadpool pats you on your shoulders, "always make sure to pee before, during, and after sex!"

you absentmindedly chuckle, until you realize what it is he just said, “wait… during?!"

"hey! thou shalt not knock what thou hast not tried!i know it sounds icky, but hear me out."

he thrusts upwards into you sharply

“fuck!!!”

“so! i want you to imagine…” *THRUST* “how good it’d feel…” *THRUST* “to be really filled up.” *THRUST* “and i mean FULL!” *THRUST* “like your pussy is a searing hot water balloon about to explode. and then when it does?” *THRUST* “when it all comes flooding out of you? oh darling, the relief…” he moans dramatically, gripping your hips and shifting you back and forth on his shaft, “hottest thing you’ll ever experience, i swear. there’s nothing else like it… wanna try it?”

you’re skeptical, but wade wilson is a hell of a salesman. “…fuck it. let’s do it.”

“yippee!!! okay, just gotta get soft so i can piss. dead kittens… calculus homework… grandma deadpool! there we go! okay… phew… here goes…”

it’s a tense, awkward silence as he starts. you’re not sure what to expect. then, you begin to feel it. that searing heat swelling inside you, pooling between his cock and your skin, flooding what little space there was inside you. you gasp, and attempt to squirm to cope with the sensation, but wade holds you still.

“don’t move! don’t move, my little urinal boy! mmm, i gotcha, just… just trust me on this… i’m almost done…”

“you two are fucking disgusting.”

logan’s voice coming out of nowhere makes you jump, and then wade’s piss spills out of you. and just like he told you, it feels fucking incredible. you’re twitching, spasming, moaning pure nonsense as wade fucks your drenched, desecrated cunt. loud splashing accompanies the brutal pace of his hips.

“your loss, peanut! imagine wasting your piss on the bathroom toilet when you could’ve given it to this even cuter toilet!” he pecks you on the cheek with a loud “mwah~!”

from then on, it becomes you and wade peeing on each other just to mess with him. since he’s never told y’all to stop, you both figure that he likes it, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it.

the three of y’all are showering together

“so, just asking as a throuple here, are we all pro- or anti-peeing in the shower?”

“if you get piss on me, i’ll stick my claws through your fucking corneas.”

“promise?!”

”don’t. you fucking. dare.”

“aw, boo, you’re no fun.” wade pouts, then grabs you by your wet hair and pulls your ear towards his lips. “you, though… you’re TONS of fun.” he playfully bites your ear, and then your neck. “so fun, in fact, that you’re gonna get on your knees and drink every drop of piss that i give you, right?”

i feel like the only time y’all can get logan to participate is while he’s drunk. he’s too sloshed to feel shame for it.

maybe y’all are in bed together, all cuddled up in a tangled mess of limbs, and he grumbles something about needing to take a leak.

“oh, don’t worry about getting up, honey-bun!” wade fishes under the blankets for logan’s soft cock, “lemme take care of that for you.”

“wh… the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“ugh please, don’t act like you haven’t thought about pissing down my throat. can’t i just once do something nice for you?”

he grumbles, not wanting to indulge wade, but not wanting to get up even more.“fine. whatever. i hope you choke on it.”

“oh, i will.”

[soxcietyy]

So I was thinking about virgin Y/n begging experienced Gojo to do it with her after he refused many times not wanting to rush her into things she could regret later on but then after she begged and begged he ended up fucking her at the edge of the bed forcing her to look in the mirror how he fucks her, with lots of praising.

Please?!

Gojo x virgin reader

First time writing on Gojo sooo here we go.

"Please?!"

"No."

"Please?!"

"No."

"Pleaseeeee?!"

"Since you put it that way I guess I’ll still say no. What’s up with you? Your being so persistent about something we’ve talked about before. Your not ready y/n" he said as he slouched onto the couch.

You decide to sit next to him with a disappointed look on your face. So he could see how much his answer affected you. It’s been 7 month of you guys dating and you still had yet to get some action.

You curse yourself for ruining your opportunity the first time. It was when you guys where two months in and he had you on his bed. You guys were kissing and taking his clothes off first because you were too embarrassed to do it first. You were so nervous that in the middle of making out you blurted out that fact that you were a virgin. His eyes widened at your response and he got off of you immediately, nothing ever happened after.

You didnt understand why that happened. Other people told you how much of a whore your boyfriend was before dating you and that he would sleep with anyone that caught his eye. Now he decided to be a saint and go months without doing it. You could remember googling if being a virgin was bad. How to seduce your boyfriend into doing it with you. Is my boyfriend broken?

You didn’t really gain much information with that last one.

You lay on his lap defeated. You laid down facing him so he could see how sad you were from the answer he just gave you. Were you meant to die a virgin? Looking up at him you could see how his pupils moved around from watching tv.

"Gojo please? Iv heard it’s bad for a guy to be pent up like that." You say.

He looks down at you with a smile,"thank you for your concern but I’m fine trust me." He said.

Maybe it was time you try to seductively win him over. You remember everything that Reddit post said about doing it. You just gotta look hot and do sexual things. When you thought about the example you’ve read your face turned red. How in the world do they think your going to put his fingers in your mouth so you can suck on them?! This was to embarrassing and scandalous. You cover your face not wanting to think about it anymore. You could also feel his gaze on you as he watched you.

Fuck it you’ll just suck him off. You took a deep breath before quickly unzipping his pants and unbuttoned it. He froze at your sudden antics and sighed as he tried to stop you. You pushing his hands away thought and got him member out of his pants. It was as big as you remember it being.

"Whenever your done doing whatever this is can you please put it back?" He raised a brow.

You shrug and put the tip in your mouth making him jump. "Hey get it out of your mouth." He says trying to push you off of him. You refused and went as deep as you could. To the point of your eyes watering and your mouth feeling so full that you gagged.

"You realize your less than halfway right?" He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He didn’t know weather to feel second hand embarrassment or surprise by your willingness.

"You know what fine, I’ll give you what you want but just know I’m not going to go easy on you. I keep telling you your not ready and you don’t listen. If you won’t listen to me then I won’t listen when your crying later." He said standing up and carrying you into his room over him shoulder.

Finally, this was a win for you. Your finally managed to convince him to do it with you!

He laid you on the bed and began to take his clothes off. When he finished he turned to you and began to take your shirt off. You gasp remembering that you haven’t even been fully naked in front of him. He slowly took them off as he buried his eyes onto your skin. Looking at everything he hasn’t seen before. You felt so exposed nervous at the same time. Looking at body you admired how it was built. As if he were an god or something. Your eyes narrow down to his member and you notice something. Did it get bigger?!

"Don’t get all shy on me now." He cooes as he easily read you. your try to hide your breast from him since he was starting to stare daggers into them.

He leans in and kisses you passionately as he removes your hands and puts them on your side. He kissed you so desperate that it was hard to keep up with him. His tongue in your mouth as he explored everything. You didn’t seem to notice that he was taking your bottoms off since he was keeping your attention somewhere else. When you did notice you jump.

"Wait! This is too fast no?" You say pushing his face away.

"We would of been doing the deed by now if it wasn’t for you dragging things on like this." He said as he slipped your bottoms off in one go.

Your hand immediately moves to cover yourself but by the time you almost reach it Gojo is already eating you out. You throw your head back at the weird sensation. This isn’t okay right? Like is he even supposed to be doing that? You squirm feeling how the tongue moved inside of you.

"Du chu ike at?" You hear him say as he ate you out.

You looked at him confused not begging able to understand a word. He emerges from inbetween your legs and shoved two finger in you making you gasp.

"I said, do you like that?" He smirked at you as he started to curl his fingers inside of you repeatedly.

"Stop doing that and put it in my already!" You furrow your brow.

"Your no fun," he exhaled deeply as he sat In front of you and spread your legs wide.

You once again cover your face from embarrassment. You could feel how he shoved around to a position. You couldn’t help but be scared. You’ve been told that losing your virginity can be so painful while others say that it didn’t hurt at all. Hopefully it was going to be painless. Your attention was brought back by him rubbing his member up and down your cunt. Smacking it a few times on you making you jump.

Clearly he was taunting you and trying to see if you tapped out last minute. You take a deep breath as you mentally prepared yourself. There’s no way your backing out now. You feel how the tip of his member was slowly pushed in. Nothing bad until he continues to go in. It felt like he was going to rip you apart.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! It hurts!" You tell as you started pushing him back with your leg.

You could hear him chuckle as he grabbed your foot that you placed on his chest to force him back.

"Y/n, I said I wasn’t going to go easy on you." He pushes your leg down to your chest.

Your eyes widen realizing this wasn’t going to be as easy as you initially thought it would be. He continued to slide in as you frantically try to stop him. Your begging him to stop and to go slower.

"Gojo, please it hurts so bad! I can’t, I can’t!" You say as tears appear in the corner of your eyes.

He leans into you and caresses your chin as he whispered into your ear.

"Be a good girl and take me. This is what you’ve been begging for no? I’m giving it to you so how about a thank you?" He said as he leaned back.

He mouthed 'thank you' to you as a way for you to do what he said.

You shake your head not wanting to do something like that. You could see a devilish grin form on his face as he began to press into you again. The same burning and painful sensation started again.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You yell hoping it would stop him and that it did.

"You know the best way to get me all the way inside with only a bit of pain?" He asks you.

You look at him hoping for a good resolution to this.

"It’s distraction, so I’m going to try to distract you as I go inside of almost like this!" He finished his sentence as he rams into you.

Your body lurched from the pain and you let out a loud cry. That had to be one of the most painful experiences in your life. Tears began to fall from your eyes from the pain.

"Aw my poor sugar cube don’t cry. I know it hurts a lot but I needed to get inside. Right now your insides are getting used to me so just relax. You did such a good job." He said as he ran his fingers on your shaking thigh.

You nod at him as you wipe your tears away. It took a bit for your body to get kind of used to him. When he noticed he he slid out and turned you around. He told you to get on fours and to look at yourself in the mirror.

"I think iv been pretty patient with you so it’s my turn to have fun okay? Be a good girl and no cryin" he kisses you on the head.

Once again he slid inside of you fully making you want to cry again. You see as he shook his finger at you telling you not to cry. You shut your eyes and fight off the tears. Once he decided to move he slid out and slammed into you fully. Your jaw drops a bit from the sudden unfamiliar feeling. This was something new to you. A feeling that made you feel a way you couldn’t describe. He did it a few times before saying something.

"That’s it huh? That’s your sweet spot. Found it faster than I thought I would. Now we can have real fun." He smiles.

He grabs you by the hips and digs deep into your cunt making you moan. He rolled his over and over again.

"Such a good girl, this is what you wanted huh?" He praised you.

He grabbed you by the hair making you look straight in the mirror as he pushed you down. He made sure your ass was still up as he pounded you forcefully.

"Gonna make you into such a whore for my cock only." He groans as your walls tighten.

He pounded you so aggressively that you gripped on the bed sheets and let out whimpers. He forced you to look at how me drilled your virgin hole with no mercy. The wet sounds filling your ears as he continued.

"I feel weird Gojo, ah! Something feels really off." You moan.

"Fuck, your gonna come huh? Be a good girl and come all over my cock. I want you to leave a mess on it." He says as he doesn’t stop. He pushed your head down as he went in you harder. Your legs began to shake as you orgasmed. Tears began to fall as you finished so hard. The sensation was something so amazing. You couldn’t move from the after math of it. You felt so weak and out of energy.

"Common get back up, i haven’t finished yet."

[fawnnpaws]

subdrop with puppy art…… hmffgghnmmgh… he’s sooo clingy to you and patrick so sweet and whiny needs so much reassurance. even like. when he comes out of it. all night he’s just so 😞🥺…. makes u and patrick melt…

ooohhhh <333 he’s so out of it - needs to be touching one or both of you at all times. it tends to happen after particularly intense playtimes, when he’s just starting to come down from however many orgasms you’ve given him. it takes time for him to resurface from his puppy headspace, but he’s still so dropped emotionally you know he’s going to stay fragile for the rest of the night. patrick gets a cool washcloth to wipe down art’s body while he clings to you. there are still tears in his pretty blue eyes, his lower lip is trembling like he’s trying to stop them from falling. you see patrick’s hand freeze when he hears art start sniffling.

“it’s okay, baby, don’t hold it in,” you say, cupping his cheek with your hand and gently rubbing your thumb back and forth across his cheekbone. he nuzzles his face into your hand and it scrunches up when his tears finally fall. in an instant, both you and patrick are enveloping him on either side, your hands cradling his head and neck and patrick’s arms looping around his waist. his head rests on your chest and patrick moves closer to spoon him from behind, pressing gentle kisses and shhh shh shhh’s into his bare shoulder.

“was - hic - was i good?” art asks, not even able to lift his head to look at either of you. he’s trembling slightly and it only makes you and patrick grip him tighter, like he might slip away from you or shatter in your hands.

patrick speaks first. he’s always more shaken by seeing art like this than you are. for a long time he’d blame himself, something you’ve had conversations about since. now instead he jumps to reassure and fix anything he can, “you were fucking perfect, baby - so so good for us.”

“who’s our good boy, sweetheart? c’mon you know the answer,” you know by now he needs a lot of reassurance, but you’ve also realized that having him repeat them helps bring him back up to baseline a bit faster.

art hides his face in your chest and mumbles something unintelligible into your skin. your fingers find their way into his hair and you gently massage his scalp, “couldn’t hear you, honey.”

“i - i’m your good boy,” he says, though he still sounds unsure. for good measure, just in case, he adds a soft “right?” a few seconds later.

“‘course you are, artie - such a good boy - the best.” patrick says and you nod in agreement, giving art a kiss on the tip of his nose.

he sniffles again, more tears spilling, he wishes he could get closer to you both. if he could crawl inside your skin and curl up, even that wouldn’t be close enough. his head still feels like it’s full of cotton, his vision is soft around the edges, like he’s just waking up after a deep sleep. you and patrick moving around him feels comforting, like you’re both omnipresent. he’s safe, he knows that, but the influx of emotion in his body and mind are overwhelming. he reaches out for you again when he feels you moving, patrick too - where are you going? are you leaving? please don’t leave me -

“hey, hey - it’s okay, we’re just moving you under the covers.” the sound of your voice quiets the noise that was building in his head. he’s so docile and pliant like this, his body moving where you tell it to without his mind even being part of it. you and patrick exchange glances as you readjust together on either side of him under your plush duvet. his face is so relaxed when he settles, it makes your heart squeeze. you know patrick feels it too because he’s gripping art like he’s a child with his favorite stuffed animal.

“stay? please?” how art thinks either of you could ever dream of denying him when he sounds so sweet is beyond you. you nod your head and let him squirm around a bit before he’s fully comfortable. none of you redressed, so you’re feeling pure skin on skin. it helps him, you think, especially when he mindlessly licks and mouths at your breasts. it’s not sexual in this moment, you know your puppy well enough to know when he just needs his mouth occupied. before he takes your nipple into his mouth, he flicks his eyes up to you, then to patrick, and says “love you - so much.”

patrick, loverboy that he is, would get hard again if he was physically able, hearing those words. you both hum and return art’s declaration, peppering him with kisses all over and a chorus of love you, puppy - love you so much, baby - always gonna be ours - our perfect boy.

art sighs out a breath he never notices he’s holding when he’s waiting to hear you both say you love him back. what he doesn’t realize is that as much as he needs this, you and patrick need it just as badly.

[winterrrnight]

“familiar yet unrecognizable faces” — new beginnings chapter III

PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe cameron x mom!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of drugs, drug dealing, bruises

EDITH SPEAKS: a character that we absolutely HATE is being introduced in the fic for the very first time 😐 but keeping that aside, you will see why Rafe is at school 🤭🤭 sooo many of you guessed it accurately!!

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“Y/n!” Rafe exclaims, his own shock evident in his speech. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Sage’s first day here,” you say, and Rafe looks above your shoulder to see Sage very carefully inspecting some paint tubes kept next to the rest of the art supplies.

“I’m glad she’s in my class then,” Rafe smiles.

Your eyes widen at his words. “Your class?” You echo, confused. Even though you know exactly what he means, you want to hear it from him.

“I teach this class,” he says, walking inside. You follow him, watching him sit in the teacher’s chair, and he gestures to you to sit opposite him, a wooden table between you two.

“Wow okay,” you chuckle. You look around the classroom, the walls tinted a beautiful sky blue, with birds painted on them. The window shows a view of the carefully curated garden of the preschool.

“What, you didn’t expect me as a teacher?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips, the table supporting his elbows and his face resting in his hands.

“Honestly? No, not really, but I like it,” you smile, leaning back into your chair and resting your back.

Suddenly you feel your pants being tugged in an all too familiar way. You look down to see Sage, a bright smile on her face.

“Mamma it’s Fafe!” She yells excitedly. You laugh at her words and pull her up into your lap.

“Yes, it’s Rafe baby,” you look up at Rafe to see him with a smile, his eyes softened as he’s looking at the little bundle of joy in your arms.

“Hello Sage, are you excited to be here?” He asks, leaning in closer to her. She nods her head vigorously with excitement, causing Rafe to laugh at her actions.

“Well then why don’t you go sit with the rest of the kids? Your mom needs to do some important work now with me,” Sage hums at his words and jumps down your lap, and rushes to her new classmates.

Rafe opens a folder and hands you a paper and a pen. You look at it to see it’s just some basic paperwork regarding Sage, her name, her birthday, and the rest of the required fields.

“You just need to fill this out and we’re all set,” he tells you and you nod at his words, looking over the empty blanks of the form. You start filling them up, but one column makes you stop.

“Uh Rafe?” You call him out. He’d busy himself with some of his own work. “I uh, I don’t have anything to fill in here,” You say, pointing to one of the blanks on the page.

“Father’s name,” he mumbles, “are you a single mother?”

He had his speculations you were single, but he didn’t want to assume something before he knew something for sure.

“Yeah,” you shy away from his gaze, your eyes settling on your lap, “I’m divorced,”

“Alright, that’s no issue, just,” he takes a pen, “check this box,”

You look at the page to see he’s checked some box regarding single parents.

“Thank you,” you smile, taking the paper back from him and filling the rest of the form.

Once you’re done filling all the paperwork, you get up from your chair to go to Sage. She’s now busied herself with painting, her brush creating random strokes on a white page. You get on your knees in front of her, your hold on her shoulders. “Mamma’s going now, okay? Don’t misbehave,” you say, giving her a stern look.

“I won’t mamma,” she smiles, and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll come to pick you up very soon,” you tell her, getting up from the floor.

You turn around to see Rafe leaning next to the wooden table. He has a soft smile on his face, you can’t help but break into a smile yourself.

“I’ll, I’ll see you later,” your gaze has fallen to your shoes as you feel Rafe looking at you. There’s something about his blue eyes which always seem like they are piercing you. The kind of eyes which you ache to look at again just the second you stop looking at them.

The kind of eyes which are too easy to get lost in.

He wishes you well, and you leave the classroom, not knowing his gaze is fixed at you, longing for you.

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You’re sitting on your couch with Sage lying on your lap, her eyes closed as she’s lost in a deep slumber. The lights of your living room are dimmed, the bright light of the tv in front of you dances across you. One of Sage’s cartoons is playing, but as she’s drifted off, you switch the channel to the news one.

“Three men caught in exchange of drugs, the heroin weighs to around 15 kilograms,” the reporter on the tv says. A little video pops up next to him, showing three men with their backs towards the camera, and each man is being held by a policeman, their hands locked well in handcuffs.

The camera cuts to their faces, and the reporter continues speaking. “The men have been identified as Bill Anderson, Aaron Simmons, and Adrian Hayes. They have been…”

The voice of the reporter fades out, as you hear the familiar name and see the familiar face.

You only hear a ringing in your ear as you sit up straight, your eyes wide, as you see Adrian with bruises on his face, his hair reduced to a bare minimum, black circles prominent under his eyes, and pale skin to add to it all.

You can’t even recognise him.

This is the same man you gave you Sage.

The same man who once promised to love you for an eternity, but now, you’re seeing him on tv, completely unrecognizable, as he gets caught for drug dealing.

You shake your head, suddenly feeling your throat dry up, your eyes wide and breathing fast. You turn off the tv, not wanting to look at that horror anymore. You had almost forgotten about Sage sleeping in your lap, looking so peaceful as her chest heaves up and down with her deep breaths.

You pick her up in your arms and take her to her room, laying her in her bed. She doesn’t detect any single movement as she continues to sleep relaxedly. You gently kiss the top of her head, smoothing her hair with your hand.

“I’ll always keep you safe baby, always.”

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[marksbear]

Hello, I saw your post about Kev and I was wondering if you would be willing to write something with him and an even bigger, like 6’8, stoic male reader? Kev is a big golden retriever but I am an even bigger black cat. Your writing never fails to amaze me so i’m sure you’ll do it justice.

I’m always willing to write something like this for him! And sorry that I haven’t been posting much this week! I’m currently far from home 😭

KEVIN BALL X STOIC TALLER MALE READER

-He doesn’t know if he hates it or loves it. Since he’s always been tallest guy in the neighborhood, but now he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

-Likes to make those dumb cheesy “How’s the weather up there?” Jokes even though he’s tall himself.

-Kev and V thinking about adding you into their relationship.

-Your kinda their poly awakening.

-Rants to people at the bar about you and your height.

-He’s so loud and such a people person, but your so quiet and reserved.

-He tends to ramble and rant about anything on his mind or what’s been going on around the neighborhood, while you just listen.

-You two are such a unlikely duo. Literally everyone and anyone is surprised that you two even hang out let alone friends.

-He’s such a overthinker and worrier, but you can go through hell and back and you’ll still show no real emotion and he envy’s that.

-“Do you think I’m hot?” Kev says randomly. “Yep Kev… Sooo hot.” You answer not even thinking twice.

-You, Kev and V are literally the trio in the whole neighborhood.

-Borrows your shirts and pants all the time. For once somebody’s clothes aren’t tight on him so he jumps at the opportunity to wear someone’s clothes.

-He’s so embarrassed to ask you for help to reach something that’s up high.

-You two making people look so tiny.

-Likes to lay his head on your shoulder in public.

-You two can never get loss from each other in crowed places.

-Giving V a run for her money. You and Kev are with each other almost all the time so a lot of people mistakenly think you two are dating.

-Helping him kick out frank out the bar.

-Bumping y’all’s head in a doorframe in the same time way too many times.

-You scare him because your just so quiet and distant so you scare the hell out of him every time he turns around goes inside a different room that your in.

-Telling him things that he missed out on because he wasn’t paying any attention.

-Loves to say he loves you romantically or platonically.

THE END

[kristlewrites]

“Video Game Lover”

CW: Shower sex, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, aftercare, fluff, nicknames (baby,mama,princess), breeding kink.

PAIRING: Eren X Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.4k

🗯️🫧: omgg, tysm for all the support on my latest zoro fic, it means a lot🩷😖sooo we’re finally here with erennn!!! I honestly had fun writing a lil needy/soft eren, lmk what you guys think :p???

MINORS DNI

(start)

“Fuck off!” Eren shouts, the familiar routine unfolding every Friday night. You on Eren's bed scrolling en

endlessly through tik tok bored out of your poor mind while Eren is hooting and hollering over the mic playing god knows what with his friends. “Yeah, eat shit!” Eren yells jumping a lil.

Impatient, you crawl towards the edge of the bed, tapping Eren's shoulder. “Yeah baby?” He asks in a tender voice almost making you feel guilty for being mad at him. He looks you in the eye, he doesn't even need you to ask the question he already knows what you're going to ask “I'll be off right after this round i promise” he adds then gives a lil peck on your cheek. Foolishly you believe him and return back to your spot, getting comfy under the covers

“WHAT THE FUCK” you jolt awake from the roar the eren caused, eyes barely open as you check the time on your phone. 11 pm ‘one more round my ass’. You look up to see he is now on a completely different game!?!? Like you cannot be serious. Taking in the situation you decide it's best if you go to bed. You remove the blanket flinching a bit from the cold of the room, and head into the shower, slamming the door just to be a lil petty.

He invited you over, and he can't even get off the game for a minute for you?? You sigh while removing your clothes. Grabbing your shower cap from the shower, you make sure to grab all your carrot soap as well as your vanilla body wash. Of course you couldn't forget your music, logging into spotify you play ‘All I want is you’ by Miguel (litcherally my fave song rn so srs.) . Turning the knobs making sure the water is at perfect the temperature you step in. 

Lathering your body, in your own world. Eren walks in, halting in his track as he sees your figure behind the foggy screen. No matter how many times he's seen it,it never fails to stun him. He is completely mesmerized by the way the water rinses off the soap from your titties. In a complete trance with how your curves look behind the glass, he loves every inch of you and would never want to hurt you. Reflecting on how he treated you earlier when he was in the game, he obviously regrets his actions…I mean the game was never that serious. 

Finding his resolve, Eren knocks on the glass trying to get your attention. You continue singing completely ignoring his knocks, until you see Eren take off his clothes. ‘What is he doing..?’ you think to yourself irritated. You could never understand this nigga. The door slides open to reveal Eren dick and balls out “Can I come in?” he asks absolutely cheesin, smile ear to ear n all.

“N-no, what the fuck nigga get out” you voiced, this man is crazy.

“Oh c’mon baby, are u mad at me?” Eren pouted, ignoring your rejection he climbed into the shower. You roll your eyes and resume scrubbing your arms “Please tell me what's wrongg” he was practically whining at this point. Still facing forward you continue rinsing your body until you feel his rough hands on your hips dragging you back a little. Your ass grazing his tip. You hiccup quietly at his swift motion.

“What are you doing..” you ask looking everywhere but him. Silence. Growing irritated, you turn around looking dead at him. His long hair washed down, the trails of water flowing down his perfectly carved chest each droplet tracing down the path of his abs.your eyes following one little droplet as it paces down his body all the way to his-

“My eyes are up here mama” He says, you quickly dart your eyes back up to him

 “Why are you here?” You ask with your arms crossed covering your nipples. 

“I wanted to say i'm sorryyyyy” he sulks, with his frown quivering.

“For what?”

“For ignoring you and playing the game.” he answers, with his head down and hands behind his back. Almost like a little kid getting into trouble. “Do you forgive me?” He looks back up at you with his big green eyes staring right into your brown ones.

“Hmmm…,” you ponder. You were having way too much fun teasing him like this. “Nah”

“Please baby let me make it up to you” Eren said practically begging on his knees with his hands rubbing together.

“And how are you gonna do that?” 

His tongue shot straight into your pussy, wiggling around a little bit. “What is wrong with you?!?!” Reflexively you slap him on the forehead. He slowly stands up, giggling to himself. As soon as he reaches eye level with you he grabs your chin, brings it in closer then leans in for a kiss. Instinctively you tilt towards him returning the kiss. He reaches for your ass, lifting you up. Both arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist, completely melting into the kiss. Tongues colliding with each other, swishing around. Eren pulls back and looks into your eyes with pure adoration. He is without a doubt enamored with you, he feels so horrible for what he did to you. 

“Do you forgive me?" he asks again. 

You giggle at his question, looking down at him, nose to nose. “Of course I do baby, jus dont pull that shit again.”

You can see him gleaming, wearing that contagious grin reaching for another kiss.

“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” You nod, he lets you down gently. Performing a smooth arch, with your ass facing towards him water evenly dripping down your back.  “Let me know if it hurts,” Eren says.

His penis enters slowly into your entrance. Eren nearly melts at the way your pussy just wraps him so well, your smooth velvety walls caressing his dick. It’s like you were made just for him.

“mmm” you felt every inch of him in you, moving quicker and quicker. 

“ya feel so good baby, so good.”Eren marvels at the way your ass jiggles with every thrust. He grabs your hips, slamming your ass aggressively against his balls. So loud it sounded like damn gunshots (🪦🪦😭) “Let me fill you up princess, I wanna see you full” Eren whispers into your ear

“M-mhm” you mumble, can’t even barely form thoughts let alone words. You were dazed out of your mind, the way Erens whole demeanor changes when y’all have sex is wild but you love it. “Oh baby right there!” You squeal as erens hits your g-spot. Toes curling, legs shaking, nails gripping onto whatever surface it could grasp onto, you could feel it and so did Eren.

“Cum on me y/n” Almost instantly it comes pouring down, flooding his dick. “Yeaaa, that’s right.” Eren says in a whisper, astonished. Reaching for your arms he carefully picks you, twisting you facing him with your back against the tile. Like the beast he is he continues, fucking you into oblivion. Your head resting on his shoulder, bobbing at every thrust. Your cum still lingering in your pussy making easy access for eren.

“p-puh ” you manage out, nearly numb out yo mind.

“Baby use your words or I won’t be able to understand what you want” Eren grunts, still going abusing your poor little cunt. “I’m gonna make you all nice and full”

“Eren, f-feels so g-good” you cry out 

“Yea?”

“Mhm..”you nod against his shoulder. You can feel his dick twitchin and in you 

“Hold on mama, stay with me” as he says that you feel his warm liquid cum flowing into you, sending you off into orbit causing you to release too. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder. “You did a good job, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Eren spent the rest of the shower tidying both of you guys up, cleaning out whatever could be left and turning off the shower. Still carrying you he lays you on his bed lending you his shirt and boxers to sleep in.

“Do you want wingstop?” Eren asks, holding his phone on the door dash app. You nod, lying on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

Once the food was delivered you guys spent the rest of the night watching scary movies (the movie not the genre😭).

(love u guyss, enjoy!!)

[tw1l1te]

Your writing is sooo good, i especially love the suggestive's one. And the smut 🙈

I really loved your story with the reader showing skin et flirting. Do you think you could do the same with War (my fave) and Time pretty please? ✨💖

And sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

Anon 🐎

I love Time so much, he helps with the daddy issues

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Wars

Being a Captain was difficult in so many factors.

He had to be precise, smart, authorative, put together.

And right now, he is the complete opposite of those things.

After a messy run-in with some enemies from Legend's Hyrule, most of the group was covered in blood, monster guts, mud, you name it.

So Time suggested they all go wash up in some nearby hot springs, specifically the more private ones for your sake.

By some blessing or curse, Wars was allocated the same hot spring as you, the hot mist of the spring already getting to him

You told him that you'll go on the opposite side of the spring to avoid any awkward eye contact or body's touching.

You both turned around to give each other privacy, stripping all of your clothes and setting them on the side to be washed after they were clean.

You got in first, sighing at the hot water encompassing your entire body. You kept your back turned as Wars got in, letting him have some of his dignity

At the go-ahead, you turned around propping your back against the rocky wall, lazily scrubbing away at the caked-on blood and mud on your forearms.

Wars followed your motions, trying to distact himself from the growing bulge under the water. It was impossible considering the curve of your breasts was very visible through the water and your bare shoulders looked a little too unmarked-

"Wars? Can you get the mud off of my back, you know how unflexible I am."

He nodded, knowing if he said a word his voice would crack, giving away his little problem

Just half a foot away from him, he gently scrubbed the mud off, not going any lower than the surface of the water, after all, he was a gentleman he didn't want to be

You suddently spinned around, your face meeting with his chest

"Why don't I help you out...?"

Pardon-

Did he hear you correctly?

Did you want to...

"Turn around! I'll get your back, you stink!!"

By the Three, he needed to keep his mind out of the gutter.

Time:

He wasn't sure the last time he saw himself wearing the Hero's Garb.

It must've been, what, 5 years ago? 10? He lost track of time.

So when Wild showed him the outfits he had stashed in his Slate, he was suprised to see that it was the very same tunic, and not a replica.

He was suprised a second time when he saw the whole set being worn by you: his Sunflower

You walked back to camp, entranced in a flower you were holding, too preoccupied to notice the eldest taking your form in

By the Three, he forgot how skintight those tights were... but you made them look tailored to you

You look up, a slight blush on your ears, "O-oh, hey! Wild gave me your old tunic to wear, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all, Sunflower."

He wish he could've taken a picture of how cute you looked, stuttering and blushing.

You walked up to him, the curve of your ass being just barely visible for him to see. Something about you in his clothes made his darker side ignite.

You were called by Wild, needing you to taste something by the fire. You jumped up, jogging up to wild as the short green tunic flounced at your movement. Your chest bounced slightly as you skipped to the cook, Time's eyes slightly lidded at your form.

You leaned over, hands on your knees, giving Time the perfect tease. You looked back at him for a second before biting your lip, giving him the thought that you were doing this on purpose.

You were gonna end him-

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[mamibaddie]

Warning: panty-stealing, subliminal mention of a threesome, some SMUT 18+ only please!

Imagine Eddie and Charlie being friends with one another. They share a mutual love for horror movies. Eddie, who is more free-spirited and knows (a little bit) more about sex than Charlie, is the one that helps Charlie feel a bit more empowered in his own sexuality. They both tell each other everything, so it surprises Eddie when he comes across a pair of red lace underwear under the bed that definitely isn’t Charlie’s.

“Hey, I couldn’t find the 2012 version of ‘The Thing’ but I found the 1982 one…” Charlie stopped in his tracks. Eddie was holding up the pair of red lace underwear with his index finger.

“Some underwear you got here. And by the looks of it…it seems to be your guilty pleasure.” Eddie said with a smirk. Charlie was flustered, turning a beet red color. He couldn’t believe Eddie found his secret. Then again, he could. He’s always been a little nosy.

Charlie didn’t know what quite to say. He must’ve looked like a fish out of water, his lips closing and opening to get ready to say something. But his brain stopped working.

“So what store did you steal them from this time?” Eddie asked, as he flopped down on Charlie’s bed, laying on his side. You see, Charlie had a knack for stealing women’s underwear from numerous stores. It could be Victoria’s Secret, Target, you name it. But these particular underwear wasn’t stolen from a store.

“They’re…um… I didn’t steal them from a store.”

The silence in the room was loud. You could see Eddie’s gears turning in his mind. Trying to connect the mystery pieces together with what vague information Charlie provided.

“If you didn’t steal them from a store…then that must mean….” Eddie jumped up, wide eyed, sporting a smile.

“You got them from fucking…” Eddie snapped his fingers trying to come up with the name, as if he hasn’t committed it to memory. It took about five seconds before Eddie blurted out your name. Charlie closed his eyes and deeply sighed.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?! Tell me, what was it like?” Eddie sat with his feet firmly planted on the ground. “Was she like, “oh-oh Charlie, fuck you’re sooo good. Fuck me like you do in your fantasies!!’” Eddie did a poor imitation of what your voice might sound like. Though, Charlie wouldn’t know.

“I didn’t fuck her.” He came out and said.

“What do you mean you didn’t fuck her?”

“I mean…” Charlie said snatching the underwear from Eddie’s hand and placing it in his nightstand, “I didn’t fuck her. I just…took it from her drawer..”

Eddie looked at him for a second and then howled with laughter before clapping his hands and placing one of them on his shoulders. “I’m rubbing off on you more and more…. No pun intended by the way.” Charlie moved his shoulder away from him. He felt like a creep. There he was in your dorm, the only reason he was there was because of a group project for class. You had asked him if he needed any water. Charlie said yes please, he did feel a bit thirsty, just not for water. While you were downstairs, he looked around your room. He scanned through the photos that were hung, the many rings that you wear, even the perfume that you had; to which he sprayed some on the inside of his shirt so he can smell you once he gets home. Until he got to your dresser. A little bit of red peeking out. He looked towards the door and turned his ear to hear if you were coming in soon. You weren’t. So, curiosity got the best of him. He opened your drawer and there they were. He didn’t even think twice before quickly grabbing them and stuffing them in his back pocket.

After Charlie told Eddie exactly how he got his hands on them, Eddie wore a wolffish grin. Charlie laughed, “why are you looking like that?”

Eddie replied, “We should try to win her over.”

Charlie went wide-eyed and shook his head “no, no. I don’t think so. She doesn’t roll like that.”

Eddie shrugged, “you never know. We can always just ask her. If she’s not with it, no worries. But if she is….”

Charlie couldn’t help but think about it. It did sound enticing, kissing you, touching you… he can’t say he hasn’t entertained the thought of being inside of you. How he’d loved to feel you wrapped around him. Him moaning and whimpering in your ear about how soft and wet you are. God, it must feel like Heaven.

“I think junior likes the idea too.” Eddie said. Charlie furrowed his brows and looked at him in confusion. Eddie pointed at his pants. Charlie looked down and seen a bulge beginning to form on his pants.

Charlie sighed and mumbled “shut up” before making his way to the bathroom.

“Hey,” Eddie called after him.

“What?!” Charlie replied, frustrated beyond belief.

Eddie went into Charlie’s nightstand and pulled out the infamous underwear. He threw it at Charlie.

“Don’t forget your inspiration.”