#he’s a nasty lil guy but his family love him

[sir-squibbly]

I had a really dumb idea for a teacup gardevoir (who I named Stumpy) because I thought it’d be funny.

That turned out to be a mistake because I am now briefly obsessed with him. I don’t have a name for his trainer.

[notiddygothgf]

❛ Talk to me, baby. I'm goin' blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa-oh. Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy. I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean. ❜

★ pairings: choso kamo x f!reader

★ synopsis: you and choso find a way to beat the heat.

★ c.w.: sexual tension, PWP, porn without plot, happy ending! au?, idk everyone's happy lol, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, cowgirl in the backseat, creampie, blowjobs, choso has mommy issues lowkey, and the reader caters to them lowkey. dom/sub undertones, choso doesnt know how to deal with his horniness lol, old fashioned, nasty ass sex, just read it you'll love it.

★ a/n: hi baby girls!! I have been holding onto this one for a MINUTE bc I wanted to make sure it's perfect. im doin a lil bit of a kinktober, so send those requests in! I hope u all love it as much as I do. bitchz w mommy issues wya???🗣️🗣️

★ w.c.; 8.6k

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CHOSO LOVED THE BEACH. Not for the reason one might normally proclaim such affection for an otherwise family-friendly pastime, but it was a valid reason nevertheless. He used to hate it, actually, especially when Getou and Mahito would drag him out there on the hottest day of the summer for their stupid villain conventions. He was quite comfortable at home in all of his layers. But there was something about the beach these days, something that had him reconsidering his bias. 

Call him classless, call him perverted. Whatever it was, there was this strange pull towards the beach that had him in a chokehold. He just couldn’t quite place it.

“You’re staring,” Megumi remarked.

Choso’s brow quirked. Letting his head loll to the side, teetering just off the edge of his beach chair, he offered the following words to his brother’s friend. “No, I wasn’t.”

He totally was. The way his sun glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as you walked past the two was a dead giveaway. But, shit, you looked too good to be true. You were this pretty little thing, strutting around in a pretty pink bikini, soaking in the rays of sunlight, and you were bringing a drink to your friend, Maki. Looked like a lemonade. Also looked like booze. It could have been anything, in all honesty, he wasn’t looking there. 

If there was a god out there, he hoped they would forgive him for his ravenous gaze. He had always had a little thing for you, if you will, but the moment you had walked onto the beach today he found himself completely enamored by you.

As you bent down to set the drink in the sand, the bottom of your small pink bikini slipped inward, revealing the smooth, sand-dusted skin of your plump little butt. Then you plopped down on the beach towel next to your friend and popped open the bottle of sunscreen.

Choso watched – rather shamelessly – as you sprayed some of it onto you arm, rubbing it in. You held the canister towards your chest at arms length and released some more of the sheer spray onto the skin there. It trickled down, catching the light of the sun, dripping down between your breasts–

A pair of hairy, pale legs obstructed the view. 

“Found a sand dollar,” Spoke none other than the world’s quirkiest little brother, Yuuji Itadori. In a rather fitting slow-pan up to his face, Choso took note of the dorky goggles that he had popped over his eyes. He was shirtless. You would think that the man would have learned that you don’t need to go deep sea diving at the beach by now. “You guys coming?”

Megumi took the words right out of Choso’s mouth. Or, actually, ‘word’ might be more fitting. 

“No.”

“I’ll pass,” Choso sighed, repositioning his sunglasses over his eyes. Silently, of course, he cursed his brother for putting on such a show in front of – what was he talking about? Choso Kamo… letting his desires cloud his love for his brother? He usually wasn’t this bad. “I thought I threw those out on you?”

“I bought new ones,” Yuuji muttered. He practically tore the goggles from his face, sending locks of pink hair standing up in the air. Tossing them to the side, he plopped between Megumi and Choso on the picnic blanket.

“Of course you did,” Megumi, who had, for a brief – but beautiful – moment been alluded into believing his friend had decided to keep his remarkable lack of social awareness to himself, reached into the cooler they had filled earlier that day and produced a much needed refreshment. 

“Hi!”

Choso, Yuuji and Megumi all turned their heads toward the sound.

It was you. His ‘crush’, as Yuuji had embarrassingly called it. And, shit, you looked even prettier up close. Your hair looked so soft. So did your–

He shook the thoughts away. 

“Sorry to bother ‘ya,” You lowered your head apologetically. You extended your arm out towards the three men. Clutched in your small hand was the bottle of sunscreen you had been using before Yuuji had caught Choso’s attention. “My friend is out cold. Could you just get my back for me?”

Choso felt his face grow red at the mere prospect of being so close to you. He had never had the courage to actually reach out and touch you. He felt as if, for some odd reason he didn’t quite understand, his touch would have killed you. You had always been so sweet to him, offering him small talk, refreshments, and friendly jokes when it was just the two of you away from the group.

“Not a problem, Sensei,” Yuuji replied rather quickly. 

He reached for the bottle. Before he could grab it, Megumi jabbed his elbow harshly into the back of Yuuji’s neck.

“Bitch, ow,” He hissed.

The glare Megumi shot him could have been heard from ten miles away. Choso sighed, refraining from shaking his head.

“I think he’s sick. I’ll bring him to the infirmary,” Megumi added quietly, standing up rather abruptly and taking Yuuji with him. 

Yuuji babbled mindlessly the whole way back.

Highschoolers.

Choso looked back to you. Just you. Alone. He felt his hands get all clammy again. He blamed it on the sun. You were holding the bottle expectantly. 

“Uh… I can… I can help, if you’re okay with that,” He looked away, internally kicking himself for fumbling so hard. 

You only tilted your head at him. Your eyes were so pretty, wide open as they lingered over his body, his eyes, his nose. Your gaze was a wildfire spreading over the expanse of his face.

It was then that he realized he was very, very shirtless.

“‘Kay, thanks,” you smiled softly.

As you laid down on the beach blanket, Choso felt his heart race even faster. He could hardly believe this was all happening – hell, part of him wondered if he had overstepped by offering his services to you. The sun beat down on your skin, his head, the sand – he blamed the warmth flooding his face on the weather. 

You were laid on your stomach only a few inches away, completely oblivious to his moral dilemma. 

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself while he reached for the bottle of sunscreen you had set onto the blanket beside you. With hands that trembled ever-so-slightly, he uncapped the bottle and squeezed a small amount onto his palm. The sunscreen was cool to the touch – so, not wanting to cause you even the slightest bit of discomfort, he warmed it up between his hands.

He then hesitantly placed his hands on the smooth valley of your upper back. 

You gasped, twitching beneath his palms. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, withdrawing his hands.

“No, sorry,” You sighed, shifting on the blanket and then relaxing once more. “Your hands are cold ‘s all.”

Choso felt the blush coming on all over again. He hoped you wouldn’t turn your head back around and see him like this. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, averting his gaze. 

“You’re all good, hot stuff,” You offered. “You can keep going.”

His face burned like hell at your compliment. He knew you were that way with everyone, dropping little ‘babe’s and ��honey’s to your friends and fellow sorcerers. He wasn’t anything special, anyway. Surely, you weren’t talking to him.

He replaced his hands on your back, touch delicate like your skin would crack if he pressed too hard. He started with broad strokes, making sure to spread the sunscreen across your skin evenly. His fingers splayed out over your warm, soft skin, moving in circles. He massaged the sunscreen into your back with a tenderness that surprised even himself.

He wasn’t sure what this stuff actually did. He had seen some of Yuuji’s Jujutsu friends slather some on earlier. Judging by the name, he assumed it protected them from the sun. From what, though? Could the sun hurt some humans? He didn’t really understand.

“You’re wondering something,” You asked, seemingly sensing his pensiveness by the way his hands slowed. “Ask away.”

Choso bit the skin on the inside of his lip, “This lotion…” he asked, “What does it do?”

“Sunscreen?” You hummed. “It forms a layer over your skin so you don’t get sunburnt.”

“Sunburnt…” He reiterated. 

“Yeah, that shit hurts,” You added. “I’m guessing Itadori never gave you the run-up on beach necessities…?”

“I guess not,” He remarked quietly.

“I can show you how to apply yours if you want,” You said.

Choso’s heart felt like it would burst. “Okay,” he said, pausing slightly. “I’d like that, thanks.”

Then he was back to his job. His hands smoothed over your back, dipping down a little lower until his thumb brushed against the strap of your bikini. He felt suddenly aware of how soft and warm you felt beneath his touch. 

He was dangerously close to the knot in the string that held your whole getup together. He worried for a moment that the dainty bow would come undone – by some strange, supernatural turn of events – despite him making a great effort to move around it. 

Choso’s breath hitched when his finger caught on the string, making the knot snap against your skin. He froze up, heart pounding in his chest, perfectly still over your body. The string felt like a fragile barrier between your warm skin and his cold touch, between your body and the thoughts that raced through his mind.

He wondered if you found him weird and off-putting. His gaze flickered up to your face, leaning over slightly, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. 

But when he looked into your eyes, he found you were looking at him with the same curiosity. You smiled at him, pretty lips forming a reassuring expression, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going. 

Slowly, unsurely, Choso continued his ministrations. He trailed two digits down your spine, stopping at the string. He felt a knot beneath the skin there. He knew sorcerers put themselves through rigorous training. He didn’t doubt that you were feeling sore from the mission you had just come back from a few days ago.

“You’re tense here,” He said quietly.

You turned your head to look at him, “Yeah?” 

“Right here,” He pinpointed the exact area with his knuckles, pressing deep into the tissue. 

In response, you moaned quietly, back shifting beneath his touch. His shorts seemed to get just a little bit tighter. 

Calm down.

“You got magic hands, Choso,” You quipped, though your voice was strained as he passed over the knot a second time. “You could be a masseuse.”

He felt his nerves subside only slightly, though he felt flustered by your words.

You got magic hands.

You could be a masseuse.

Unbeknownst to him, the sensation of his touch created a pleasant tingling beneath your skin. You closed your eyes, letting him take the reins.

Choso continued to work his fingers over your back, feeling the tension slowly melt away beneath his touch. He had used up the last of the sunscreen to cover your lower back, the skin just above your bottom, and he realized his job was done.

“I think that should do it,” He said softly, voice tinged with reluctance as he removed his hands from your back.

You sat up, stretching, turning towards him, eyes sparkling, “Thanks, Cho, you’re a lifesaver.”

You’re a lifesaver.

A shy smile tugged at his lips, “Of course.”

Then, to his surprise, you asked. “You’re sweet. Mind if I sit with you?”

Choso felt his heart skip more than one beat. His eyes widened. He looked at the sand, the shoreline, anything but you. “Sure,” he said.

Smooth, dumbass.

You grinned and pushed yourself up, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

Choso took a moment to collect his thoughts as you left. He was getting ahead of himself. Way ahead of himself. Stll, you had chosen to spend more time with him. You wanted to sit with him. 

Conveniently, only a brief moment after you had stepped away, Megumi returned with Yuuji in tow. Choso quirked a brow at the speed of their return.

“That was quick,” he remarked.

Megumi shrugged, “Took him to get ice cream on the boardwalk instead.”

“You get her number?” Yuuji asked.

“I was doing her a favor,” Choso’s calm facade broke. With wide eyes, he hissed, “Pervert.”

“Dumbass,” Yuuji sucked his teeth.. “Look, tonight’s the night to make a move. When else would you find yourself alone with her like this?”

And before Choso could respond, you came back, holding a speaker in one hand. “I brought snacks!” You smiled.

Some time around sundown, sometime after Getou had summoned up one of his low-grade curses to start a fire, the beach day transformed itself into a fireside chat. It was a picturesque scene. The sky was a canvas of blue, with hues of pink and orange painted over the horizon. It was mostly empty there, now. The waves lapped calmly at the shore, a quiet noise that seemed to accompany the quiet chatter of friends gathered around a fire.

There was laughter, groups of people indulged in conversations. Everyone seemed so calm, so happy, it almost seemed to good to be true.

Megumi and Itadori were caught in a cock-off with Maki. Nobara stargazing on her and Maki’s beach blanket. Gojo and Getou were talking in his direction, but not necessarily at him.

“I just think you have an unfair drinking advantage because you’re a man,” You were saying just off to Choso’s side.

The mood was light. Everyone seemed to be content. 

Choso, however, couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. The warm, fading sunlight seemed to caress your features from the side, highlighting your pretty smile and making your eyes shimmer. He found himself completely and utterly enamored by you.

You and Getou had cracked open a bottle of Tequila about an hour ago. Getou’s boyfriend long-term-long-distance-low-commitment-casual-boyfriend, Satoru Gojo was red in the face, slouched against the bare chest revealed by Getou’s unbuttoned floral shirt. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Gojo chuckled, letting Getou top off his fourth shot of the night.

Getou denied any relationship with Gojo. Their eyes betrayed them, though. The connection was evident in the loving glances they exchanged. 

You had a faint flush of your own, though you had only taken two shots so far.

He tried two of his own, only because you didn’t want to do them alone. He had never been big on drinking. He just didn’t want to seem like a pussy.

“Why don’t you pour me one so we can test that theory?” Nobara nudged you in the side.

Choso watched the scene unfold with mild interest.

“Because you’re a minor,” You said.

Nobara pouted, leaning back onto her blanket. “Not like I’ve never drank before.”

Maki chimed in over her shoulder, “Got vomit stains on my carpet to prove it.”

“Shut up,” She bit back. 

You handled the situation effortlessly. “I don’t condone teen drinking,” You began, your voice softening as you continued, “But. I know the four you will probably go hit up one of those beachside bars tonight with your fake IDs anyway.”

“Fake IDs?” Gojo looked at Megumi out of the corner of his eye. Megumi did not look back.

You clapped. Choso’s ears perked up at the sound.

“That being said!” You raised your voice a bit. “I would rather you drink something less potent. Under adult supervision.”

You turned to Getou and Gojo, who exchanged knowing glances before nodding their approval. Choso couldn’t help but be impressed.

“So who wants a Malibu rum spritzer?” You clasped your hands together.

Excitement rippled through the group, and all of the kids, yes all of the kids, Including Yuuji, eagerly raised their hands. 

Choso shot his brother a disapproving glare, one that dissipated the moment you leaned in, laying your head on his shoulder. Your voice, soft and smooth like your skin, enticed him as you sing-songed, “Let the kid live a little.”

It was rather remarkable, actually, how quickly his defenses melted at your gentle persuasion. He sighed in resignation. “Alright.”

You grinned up at him, effortlessly stealing his breath away. 

“Great,” you said, getting up from your spot without another word. “I’ll go get them from my car. Don’t wait up for me, I walk real slow.”

Turning your attention back to Choso, you looked at him with a warmth behind your gaze he couldn’t quite place. “Choso, sweetie, could you help me carry the cooler?”

His heart soared at your request – at the prospect of you wanting his assistance. He got to his feet quickly, eager to help. 

The sand felt cool beneath his feet as he followed your lead. 

The moon hung low in the sky as you and Choso strolled through the parking lot, searching for your jeep. The temperature had dropped quite a few notches from earlier, cold breeze rustling through Choso’s hair. 

When you spotted your ride, you said, “There it is!”

Choso followed wordlessly behind you. He was still quite nervous that – for the second time today – it was just you and him… alone. Yuuji’s words echoed through his mind.

“When else would you find yourself alone with her like this?”

You popped the door to the backseat open, sitting on the floor – your truck was raised a bit off the ground, so it didn’t put you too far below him. 

“My legs are so fucking sore,” You sighed. You dusted your leg off with the backside of your bare foot. When you peered up at him through those long, dense lashes of yours, he felt himself fall for you a second time. 

You asked him, “Mind if we take a little break?”

Choso nodded along like the dumb little dog he was for you.

You pushed yourself up and away from the truck, gesturing for him to get inside. It didn’t take much at all for him to step into it and take a seat. You settled in right next to him – perhaps a little closer to Choso than was strictly necessary. He couldn’nt help the pleasant shiver that went down his spine at the feeling of you sitting next to him; so warm, so soft, so perfect.

You let out a contented sigh and leaned your head on his shoulder once more. “I got tired of bein’ social,” You confessed.

He tried hard not to quirk a brow at the admission. Am I an exception?

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” He asked sincerely. He tried even harder to ignore the warm weight of your small head on his shoulder.

So close.

“No,” You hummed quietly. The interior light faded away, gently submerging the two of you in darkness. He could still see your face, your eyes – the way they seemed to sparkle as they looked up at him. “You’re different.”

Choso’s heart took the liberty of skipping one, two, three beats. 

You continued without allowing him time to come up with an adequate response. “Can I be honest with you, Choso?”

His cheeks flushed. Still, curiosity piqued, he muttered, “Of course.”

Your voice was soft and vulnerable when you replied, “I think you’re really hot.”

If his face wasn’t hot, it sure was now. He turned away even though he knew you couldn’t see him blushing. 

She thinks I’m hot?

Does that mean she likes me?

You had nothing but sincerity in your eyes while you gazed up at him. “You feel the same way, don’t you?”

He bit his tongue, answering honestly, “I do.”

He hated how calm and collected he sounded. On the outside, he was the image of composure. On the inside, he was dying a hundred times over. 

You grinned at his admission. “Can I ask you something else, then?”

His lips suddenly felt very dry. He tried his best to focus on the street outside, counting landmarks and objects like his life depended on it – two seagulls, five wooden posts, two dim street lights.

“Sure,�� he said.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

And, dammit, when you asked him like that – he could practically feel the last of his resolve crumble beneath your gaze, beneath the weight of your head on his shoulder, beneath your gentle touch on his knee that he hadn’t noticed until now.

You were so close. So close that if he turned his head, angled it down just slightly, your noses would touch. He felt your breath, warm and steady against his neck – a calming symphony that contrasted the trembling mess he had become,

Yuuji’s words played on repeat again. Tonight’s the night to make a move.

He was such a fool for you. Still, he considered himself to be a man of restraint.

His voice was small and scarce, hardly above a whisper when he breathed out, “Yeah.”

Time seemed to slow down as your request hung out in the air. He could feel the anticipation building, buzzing. His heart pounded against his ribcage like a mallet to a gong. He had spent months wondering what would happen if you – by some odd, small chance – returned his affections, and now, with your vulnerability laid bare, he couldn’t resist any longer.

He considered himself to be a man of restraint, that was, until he peered into your wide, longingful eyes. 

With a barely noticeable nod, Choso turned his head just slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. Just as he had anticipated, your noses brushed together – he could feel the warmth of your breath on his lips. 

You were magnetic.

And in that final, heart-pounding moment, your lips met in the middle – in a gentle, tender union. Choso’s hand seemed to find its own way to your cheek, touch soft as he cupped your cheek. He felt for some odd reason that you might vanish altogether if he let you go.

He wasn’t entirely sure if it had been you or him who deepened the kiss. Either way, he felt himself melt into the seat. The world outside seemed to fade away, ceasing to exist in your presence. None of it mattered – not the empty, public street, not the group of friends waiting on the beach for his return.

Yuuji. 

Choso pulled away with a shuddering gasp, pressing his forehead against yours. He licked his lips, panting, “The drinks… We– we should probably– uh… get those.”

He feared that if his heart beat any faster he would explode.

You made no effort to put any distance between you and him. In fact, you put your hands on his shoulders, moving yourself so that you were situated comfortably in his lap. 

“There’s no rush,” You hummed. “Getou and Gojo are probably off sucking face somewhere, and those kids have been keeping themselves entertained just fine. Who would notice?”

His eyes were everywhere but your face. For a half-curse, he found himself to be no better than a man, hungry eyes wandering over your body – your eyes, your lips, the subtle curve of your waist, the fabric of your bikini that seemed like it was hugging you just right.

You seemed to have caught him in the act. 

“Do you wanna touch me, Choso?” You asked, and it sounded like an invitation.

Still, he worried he was reading too deeply into things. Doing his best to refrain from making you feel any sort of discomfort, he swallowed, “I…”

He was about to fucking explode – both metaphorically and physically, judging by the way his shorts began to tighten again at your words.

“You think I didn’t see you staring today?” You continued, letting your fingers slip into his hair. 

He wanted to freeze up, wanted to feel some form of remorse, but when you were massaging his scalp so gently, so lovingly…

“I’m  sorry,” he lied.

“Don’t be,” You giggled, and he felt his stomach do a fucking flip at the sound of it. You leaned in close to him, close to his ear, and whispered into it, “I was staring, too.”

He felt like such a virgin, thighs tensing up at your admission. He thought of you on the beach again – sneaking sideways glances at him, at his body, at him…

He felt his resolve break when you pressed a soft kiss to the shell of his ear. 

“Kiss– Kiss me again,” he breathed, feeling slightly lightheaded from all of the attention you were giving him. You placed another kiss to the corner of his jaw. “Please… kiss me again.”

You pulled away, pressing your nose right up against his again. Your breaths were shallow and ragged now – strange. “You want me, baby boy?”

Baby boy. Baby boy, fuck.

He licked his lips, “Please.”

And then your lips were on his without so much as another word. You ate him up like a starved woman, teeth nipping at his lower lip for entry.

The last of his restraint flew out the window.

The kiss was electrifying, sent sparks shooting through his veins, fingertips tingling as they found their way to your hips. It was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He could taste you – the sweetness of your lipgloss as it smeared messily over the lower half of his face, the beat of your heart thrumming beneath his touch, the scent of sunscreen that lingered on your skin.

He found himself getting lost in the moment.

He deepened the kiss further, gripping your hips, your lower back with a bit more confidence. For a moment, he could forget about his responsibilities, his past. It didn’t matter; not now, not when he could feel your body pressed up against him, hot and soft and compliant.

His face burned when he felt that familiar tingling feeling – he knew he was getting hard beneath you, he could feel the way your hips lifted when you adjusted yourself over the tent in his shorts. 

However, to his surprise, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you pressed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing yourself even closer. He felt dizzy, sliding his tongue across your wet lips, exploring your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his touseled black locks, rolling your hips against his slowly, hesitantly, like you were testing the waters. 

The jolt of electricity he felt from that small movement had him pulling away. Even in the midst of the fervor, Choso was acutely aware of his own impulses. He feared he was getting too far ahead of himself; if you kept rubbing yourself against him like that, he was gonna cream his fucking pants like a middle schooler.

“Wait, wait– ah–” He grunted, leaning back against the seat.

“Hmm?” You hummed – still, you only slowed down a little bit.

His mouth hung open. It felt so good, the friction, the feeling of your warmth rolling up and down the thin layer of fabric separating the two of you. Fuck — why did he tell you to stop, again?

He fought hard to regain his composure. “I– I’ve never done this before,” he stammered.

“Really?” You asked, teasingly, almost, like you knew the effect you had on him. You rutted up against him again, a little harder. “You’re a natural.”

He could feel you – the thin cloth covering your nether regions left little to the imagination. You felt so warm, so welcoming. He ached to pull the thin fabric to the side and sink into you.

Fuck. Stop. He turned his head away, at war with his impulses.

Again, for a half-curse, he felt like nothing more than a man. A weak man, and it was all your fault.

The whine that left his mouth felt anything but natural. “Won’t– What if someone sees us?”

You said nothing. When he looked back at you, you were undoing the knot behind your head – the one holding your bikini together.

His eyes went wide. If his attraction to you were any more obvious, his jaw would have been on the floor. 

“Let them watch,” You grinned. Then you let your top fall over, breasts spilling out like something out of a porno. 

He was in awe. You were perfect. There were little bits of sand stuck to the skin where your bikini lay only seconds prior, faint tanlines already forming over your skin. He felt his mouth water.

“You can touch them, if you want,” You answered his unasked question.

And he wasted no time, gently cupping one of your tits with his large, warm palm. He gave it an experimental squeeze. Then another. Then his thumb wandered down to your nipple, giving the bud a gentle flick.

You whind, hand sliding up the back of his head. 

She likes that, he noted.

So, deciding to take his experiment a step further – and for the sake of conserving time, he began peppering kisses to your hot skin, to the valley between your soft, plush mounds. He held both in his hands, rolling his thumb over the hardened buds to compensate for the lack of attention.

He wanted nothing more than to take his sweet, precious time with you – committing every curve and valley of your body to memory. But, alas, he knew you were on a time crunch. Any minute now, someone could find the two of you here, like this.

He kissed his way back over to his hands. Then, finally, he wrapped his lips around that place he knew made you feel good. 

Sure enough, you arched into him, pink, swollen lips parting to release a pant of his name, “Choso, baby.”

He flattened his tongue over the tip of your nipple, rolling over it in slow circles – then quicker ones, until he felt the spit gathering between his lips and your skin. You responded in kind by rutting against him a little faster. He had never felt a burn quite so delightful in his life.

He can’t quite help himself from letting out a little whine when you tug on his hair. The flavor of sunscreen and salt lingered on your skin. He felt hot– you were hot, oh so hot.

Before he could return the favor on the other nipple, you pushed him away. You looked disheveled, pupils blown wide, hair frizzed up.

“Y’feel so big,” You gasped, still humping his hard cock like a dog in heat. You stopped, but only to sink into the space between his legs and the back of the driver’s seat. Splaying your fingers over his thighs, his shorts, you panted, “Wanna taste. Can I?”

He could only blink up at you. This isn’t real.

“Of course, baby,” He replied, throwing the nickname from earlier back at you, already reaching for the strings of his swim trunks when you batted his hands away. Your enthusiasm made his head spin.

He let you take the reigns – watching with hungry, lustful eyes as you undid the bow yourself. You reached for the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down and letting his dick spring free. 

It nearly hit you in the face, how big the thing was. He had never actually thought about it that way, at least, not until now, when you were gazing up at it with wide eyes and wet, parted lips. 

Your eyes were on his tip, glistening with a bead of precum, then wandering down the shaft as the two of you watched it drip.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

You didn’t bother pulling his pants the rest of the way down, or even acknowledging his comment. No, the moment the waistband was out of the way, you were swallowing him whole.

Choso exhaled sharply, nearly doubling over at the sensation of your warm mouth closing in around him. He felt the muscles in his abdomen tense with the strain of it – he thought he could cum like this, with your lips stretched around him, and he didn’t really think he would mind testing that theory.

His skin was hot. He burned for you.

You pulled up. Sucking him back into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks. Then you throated him again, right up until your nose brushed his navel. He felt himself throb in your mouth.

“Fuck, ‘s good,” He heard himself whimper weakly, tangling a trembling hand in your hair while you picked up the pace.

And you went at it like you were made for it. Up and down, up and down, fitting him all the way in until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat. Over and over again, until his vision blurred a bit at the edges, mind a little hazy with lust.

You were sucking and slurping on him so lewdly – fuck, he could die like this. 

You didn’t show any signs of stopping, either.

He moaned – much to his embarrassment – actually moaned. You were working him rather quickly up to what he knew would be an earth shattering (albeit poorly timed) orgasm. 

You made a noise in response, though it was broken up by the nasty, dirty sound you made every time you gagged on his dick. You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes, through long, wispy lashes, leaving a trail of saliva running down his thighs that he didn’t even mind.

Choso caressed the side of your face, biting his lip. “Mmh,” he panted, “You do it so well.”

In response, you put a hand over his. You directed his gentle touch to the top of your head, instructing him to push down. Hesitantly, gently, he began to guide your head, bobbing you back and forth on his length while you sat back and let him use you. 

He noticed that you were struggling to fit the whole thing in your mouth. He saw that there were tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he knew you were determined. He used his thumb to wipe your tears away, tucking your hair behind your ears to keep it out of your face.

With a shudder and a whine, he pushed your head down a little further. You gagged on it again, swallowing him down, tightening your throat around him like you were made to suck dick.

If this was to be his last night alive, he would die a happy man.

His legs felt weak, as did his arms. You took over, gently assisting him in fucking your mouth. 

“Ah– nnh, you’re–” He licked his lips, guiding your head while allowing you to continue setting your own pace. You were making him feel so good, so hot.

You pulled back for a moment to slurp unceremoniously on his tip, letting spit drip down his shaft. You wrapped your hands around him, working what you couldn’t fit into your mouth while your tongue did tricks on his tip – circles, shapes, letters, he didn’t even know anymore.

He felt like he was going dumb.

Just as he leaned his head back into the seat, you pulled off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Got carried away,” You giggled breathlessly. “Sorry.”

Then you were climbing right back into his lap, bracing your hands on his shoulders, kissing him with a ravenous hunger. 

“I’m not gonna blue ball you, don’t worry,” You licked your lips. Reaching down, you slipped the fabric of your bikini thong to the side. “I want you.”

“H–...” He trailed off, fighting to catch his breath – better yet, to regain his surroundings. “How do you want me?”

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel you sink down onto him, to feel your warmth envelop him entirely. He wanted you to ride him past the point of hypersensitivity. He wanted you to use him until you were satisfied – like some sort of fuck toy.

He didn’t care anymore. He had left his inhibitions at the door. 

“Wanna fuck you right here, like this,” You muttered against his lips, licking a stripe from his chin all the way to his cupid’s bow. You guided the head of his dick between your folds, smearing your slick all over him in a way that made him arch up. “Wanna drain that pretty cock of yours, wanna cum all over it– can you do that for me?”

You were so nasty… so dirty that he found himself a red, blushing mess at your words. But, still…

For you?

Anything.

“Yes,” he groaned. He felt like he was going to melt if he waited another moment longer. “Fuck, please, use me until you’re satisfied.”

He hadn’t even thought about saying it. It had slipped out.

You paused, blinking down at him with wide, lustful eyes. Finally, you said, “you’re such a good puppy, you know that?”

He would be whatever the hell you wanted him to be.

“G’nna let me ride you, pretty boy?” You cooed, sliding your hands up his torso, up his bare chest, up his shoulders while you hovered over him. 

This was moving quickly. Not like he had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, you didn’t either. As you positioned the tip in line with your dripping cunt, sinking down onto him, he felt his eyes roll back into his head.

He gasped, letting his eyelids fall shut. He didn’t even care that he was losing his virginity in the backseat of his coworker’s truck like some cheap whore. He would let you take it, take more, take everything you wanted from him.

You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again, eliciting a strangled grunt of your name from him. The filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed him in threw him for a loop.

He leaned forward, shivering, burning his head in your neck. “S’too tight,” he panted, though he let you continue working on him with a remarkable amount of ease – sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. “Fucking– shit, ah–”

“Chosooo– ‘S so big,” You moaned his name like it was made of honey, fucking yourself down onto his dick, letting all of the sinful noises flow from your lips. “Fuck, feel it in my guts.”

He would have thought you were lying to him if it weren’t for your spectacle earlier.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he breathed. When he looked up at you again, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were the image of pornographic beauty – sinful, beautiful, sultry. Your brows were scrunched together with concentration, legs trembling around him as you slowed down to savor the way he worked you open.

“Pretty baby,” He mused, running his hands over your stomach, your hips. “You keep goin’ like that ‘n– fuck– I won’t– Last long.”

“Mmh,” you giggled.

Then you picked up the speed a bit, like you hadn’t even heard what he had just said. You were rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose, chasing after the promise of paradise like a wild animal.

“Look at me,” he begged, eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. “Fu-uck– please, ‘M...”

You obeyed, meeting his gaze with such a fiery passion that he almost wished he hadn’t asked you – feeling that coil in his gut grow a little tighter when your hazy eyes were on him. You bounced obediently on his cock, up and down, up and down until you were a grunting, groaning mess. 

“Mm… fuckkk,” You sighed, hips faltering a bit. “Feels good, Choso.”

Choso felt his hips twitch beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts midway. His ass lifted off of the seat, legs spreading a bit further apart while he used his strength to continue fucking you senseless.

He was mesmerized by you, by the way you clenched and squeezed him, by the way your mouth lolled open to make way for broken cries of his name, by the way your tits bounced in his face whenever he thrusted up into you.

He worried for a moment that he was being too harsh with you. 

“Harder– please!” You gasped, clawing at his shoulders, at his chest.

Still, he obeyed. He fucked you dumb, hips snapping up against your ass with such strength that the whole car lurched forward. Your head came dangerously close to the ceiling.

But he didn’t have the guts to stop. Not when you were screaming for him, repeating his name like some sort of mantra. He was as weak for you as he had always been.

“Choso– Choso–”

The feeling of your warm, wet walls massaging the head of his cock had him whimpering into the crook of your neck. It was a hot, gummy abyss he wouldn’t mind getting sucked into for the remainder of his life. 

“You like that?” He asked you, spare hand sliding up from your hips, past your breasts, to your neck. 

He knew now that you liked it rough. He could provide that. 

So, with no further warning, he gripped your hip roughly, sliding into you at full force. You cried out his name again, fingernails digging into his skin. 

The car bounced every time he pounded up into you. Faster, faster. 

It felt like you were squeezing him for dear life. 

Choso cried out, a broken whine as he slowed his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. Feeling your perfect pussy clenching around him, he nearly doubled over from the sudden pleasure. “Please,” he gasped, laying his head back. “Fuck, that’s good.”

You bit your lip, sliding up until it was just the tip left inside of you, and then slamming back down onto him at full force. You repeated this action a few more times, lips parted to make way for the sinful… sultry moans that passed from between them. Clearly, you were relishing in the way he squirmed and gasped beneath you.

He couldn’t blame you. He knew that he, too was doing everything he could to commit this scene to memory, wild eyes raking over your body, over the junction where you met him. The way you were riding him… shit, he didn’t know he would be able to make the walk back. 

You looked so obscene like this, all fucked out, dumb on his dick.

Throwing your head back, you groaned.

He was gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. Fuck, he knew that– cursed strength and all. But he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

“So f-fucking good,” he stammered. He sought out your lips again, snapping his hips up against your ass mercilessly. For someone who had been so concerned about being discovered a little while ago, his quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans and whimpers against your sore lips. Louder and louder.

Admittedly, though, he was more focused on the noises coming out of your own mouth. You were practically screaming for him.

He had no idea that sex could even feel so mind-numbingly good. For him, especially, but for you…?

You froze up rather suddenly, hips spasming wildly, toes curling up on either side of his thighs while you gasped brokenly. 

“FUCK!”

There it was.

He felt his face burn. You cried his name again, bouncing up and down on it, wildly chasing after that high. “Choso– m’close–”

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” He hummed, once again throwing your nickname back at you. He grinned, knowing full and well that he had cracked the code. So he kept that same speed, same pace, same everything while his fingers dropped from your neck to the mess you had made between the two of you.

He knew what to do now – surprisingly enough. He had done some… internet research after his brother had broken the meaning of his feelings down to him (along with what Choso was to do when his crush came to fruition). 

What? Curses didn’t make love. Sex was transactional.

He was curious about how sex was on the human side of things.

He ran his tongue over his thumb, reaching between the steamy, sweaty union of your bodies to find your clit. He pressed down, rolling over the nub in quick, expert circles. 

One look up at you, and he knew you were close to your breaking point. You looked like you were about to pass out, letting yourself be thrown around on his wild hips like a ragdoll. You were too weak to move, so you sat there and took his dick like a good girl, eyes glazed over with pleasure while he fucked you dumb.

You looked like you were in love.

Choso sped his ministrations over your clit up a little faster, feeling the knot in his own stomach begin to grow faster than he wanted. He was in another world, out of this plane, hypnotized. 

All he could see in that moment was your angelic face above him, face scrunched up in pleasure – and partially in pain, as he bullied his cock into your cervix – sweat rolling down your neck, your breasts, your voluptuous body.

“Mine–” You gasped out, clawing at his shoulder blades while your back arched. “Oh– fuck! Th’s dick ‘s mine, mmh?”

It was.

He nodded. But, clearly, that wasn’t good enough. Your hand shot out to grip him by the neck, painted fingernails digging into his throat. 

“‘S yours,” He gasped back into your mouth. “All yours, I swear– ah–”

You were so hot. It made him feel things– feel like he was dying over and over again in the best way possible.

That along with the way your hand gripped his throat – using your small thumb to cut off his blood supply for a few seconds too long before loosening your grip, letting him gasp for air as the blood came rushing back – he felt lightheaded.

The way your pussy was spasming around him certainly didn’t do anything to help. He knew you were close, shit, but could you hold on a minute?

You were gonna make him cum too fast.

“You’re mine, yeah?” You asked again, keeping your grip strong on his neck. “All mine?”

“M’yours,” The cursed womb grunted against your neck. His brows were furrowed in concentration. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, careful not to leave marks. “All yours.”

He meant it. Even though he would have said anything you asked him to at this point, he really meant it. He hoped you knew that.

Judging by the way you came a moment later with a stutter of your hips and a strangled cry of, “Cho–”, he assumed you understood. 

Your cunt was a warm, wet, death trap, walls milking his cock for all it was worth. 

Shit, he thought. You really weren’t lying about that.

His dark eyes were burning into yours, burning with a desire so intense he felt he might burst at the seams if he kept looking a moment longer. 

“Want you to cum inside of me,” You commanded him, holding his head in your trembling hands. “Fill me up, please, I need it.”

His eyes widened, blinking down at the white ring you had made around the base of his dick. His eyes flitted back up to you, pleading with you to let him go. Pleading for you to give the soul that you stole from him back,

“I can’t–” he released a trembling breath.  

He thought of himself as a father raising a child. Right now, it didn’t seem so bad.

“Please, ‘m on the pill,” you begged him, gazing into his eyes like you knew he wasn’t strong enough to refuse. “Wanna feel it dripping out of me. Think about it– what– ah– what would they think? … If they knew–”

You gasped when he delivered a harsh smack to your ass, slowing his strokes so that he could savor the way you sucked him in. “If they knew we snuck off to fuck? That– that I had your cum dripping out of me while they ask what took us so long?”

“Fuckk,” Choso groaned, hips trembling beneath you. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, cheeks burning. His breaths – and yours – had fogged the windows up.

You squeezed around him one more time, placing a tender kiss to his lips. You muttered into his mouth, “Do it f’me… please, Choso.”

“Mmh–!” And that was all it took. Choso rolled his hips up into you one more time, twitching, whining, feeling your warmth spasm around him as he spilled into you. He drove as deep up into you as he could – holding onto you for dear life while the coil snap, and he came so hard that his legs gave out. Lots of it. 

So much that he felt it drip out.

You sought another kiss from him, sealing your lips together. When you pulled away, you giggled, “Good boy. Good puppy.”

“God,” he shuddered, falling back against the headrest once his orgasm subsided. You fell against his chest, snuggling up to him.

And Choso, not knowing what else to do, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. To his surprise, you didn’t immediately leave him in the dust. Instead, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of your post-coital bliss. 

You broke the silence after a minute or two. 

“So…” You began, trailing a finger up his bare chest. “Help me carry that cooler back to the beach?”

And Choso, breathless, felt himself begin to laugh.

The two of you came back onto the beach. Choso was carting the cooler behind while you walked ahead, waving your friends down. 

As you approached, Itadori remarked with crossed arms, “The hell have you guys been?” His hair was done up into two, pink, little pigtails. It was clear as day that Nobara had a hand in his current hairstyle.

“Oh!” You had grinned rather awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “We– Well, we realized we didn’t have as many spritzers as I thought. Had to make a run to the liquor store.”

Itadori raised a brow. Still, if he noticed something, he didn’t say anything about it. “Uh huh.”

Choso bent down to set the cooler onto the ground, back turned to the group.

Getou peeped up from his paperback novel, lips twitching at the sight of Choso’s back. He nudged his counterpart, Gojo.

Who nearly spat out his drink.

You sat on the beach blanket nearest to Gojo and Getou. The moment your butt hit the sand, you practically collapsed into the ground. 

You could feel eyes on you. So, begrudgingly, you rolled over, throwing Satoru a weak glare. “What?”

He only nodded towards Choso.

You turned around, following his gaze. It settled over his back. He bent down, picking a few spritzers out of the ice. It was then that you noticed the harsh red claw marks on his shoulderblades. 

Subconsciously, your gaze drifted down to your hips, to the skin where purple imprints of Choso’s fingertips stood out as clear as day.

You gasped, then, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“So,” Gojo began casually, handing you a shot. He leaned in, ocean blue eyes twinkling as he teased you, “Was he gentle? He seems like he would give it rough.”

You turned to his not-boyfriend, brows furrowed. “Suguruuu…”

It was with no great amount of satisfaction that Getou looked up from his novel. “Satoru,” he sighed languidly. “Not in front of ths kids.”

Gojo ignored his not-boyfriend’s remark. “Was it big?”

You sank back into the blanket, feeling the heat of your embarrassment burn your cheeks as your words from earlier came back to bite you in the ass.

Who would notice?

a/n: hello there my precious little sugarplums! I hope u enjoyed the first installment of my kinktober writings ( which will prob continue throughout the fall bc I started hella late ). send in requests! there's no part two to this, but I would write one if enough ppl requested it. yk the drill though, comment ur thoughts/wishes below! I love reading them. reblogs are alway always always appreciated bc my reach is ass on Tumblr...

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[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: tanjiro as a boyfriend

characters: fem!reader x tanjiro

warnings: language, nsfw themes (no real smut)

AN: tanjiro is aged up!! we don’t date children in this house sry.

TANJIRO

um best bf ever

he’s an angel sent from heaven

cuddle bug fr

you are NOT getting out of bed before he’s ready

you gotta pee??

u gotta beg him to let u get up

like? uh my guy we’re finna be cuddling in a puddle if u don’t remove ur arm and let me SPRINT to the bathroom asap

mans just wants to hold you a little while longer

introduces you to inosuke and zenitsu ofc

wants you to get along with his friends SO bad

but

he knows they can be a lil overwhelming

so he will attempt

i said attempt

to make them behave themselves

they will not behave themselves

inosuke is tryna throw hands

zenitsu is alrdy asking for ur hand in marriage

and oh?

tanjiro baby is ur eye twitching?

and u got a vein popping outta ur forehead honey are u okay?

dude doesn’t get mad often

and he’s not mad at u

but zenitsu better back off rn

cause tanjiro

well he’s gonna make sure zenitsu gets it through his head that you are NOT marrying him

not violently!!

well he might stick inosuke on him

“inosuke! zenitsu said he’s stronger than you!”

que the one sided smackdown

anyways

he introduces you to nezuko wayyyyy later

she’s his baby sister who also happens to be a demon

which is pretty startling if u ask me

like “this is my baby sister nezuko!”

“she’s a demon with crazy blood fire powers! :)”

very important to him that y’all get along

which you do

cause how could u not

nezuko is the sweetest thing

god the kamado family could rot ur teeth

NICKNAMESSSSS:

there’s a million of them

my love, darling, sweetheart, honey, flower, bUNNY

ik that the bunny nickname is so over used but something abt it gets me GOINGGG

rarely calls u by ur real name unless something serious is happening

always a pet name

dude knows how to handle u and ur emotions

that sniffer he has

yeah

ur happy? sad? angry?

he smells it

personally i think that jealousy coming from u is his favorite scent

it’s got it’s own distinct smell but it’s mixed with a little bit of anger too

when he first smelled it he couldn’t figure out wtf u were feeling

but when he finally put it together

turned bright red

like “she cares about me THAT much”

“to where she gets angry?”

surprised that u get jealous over him for some reason

which is wierd asf cause if tanjiro was my bf? i’m never letting him outta my SIGHT

hands will be thrown w any bitch that tries to speak to him

anywayyyyyssss

into the NASTY DIRTY

remember he’s aged up!!

the softest service dom that has ever dommed

he’s the guy that gets pleasure from giving u pleasure

and when i mean giving u pleasure

i mean ur gonna be in tears by the end of it

it’s too much for you?

“oh honey i know you can take it”

“sweet girl you can give me one more i know you can”

one more is not one more

one more is as many as tanjiro wants.

overstimulation is the tanji’s fav

and back to that nose of his

LMFAO there is no hiding it when ur in the mood

mans can smell it from a mile away

but don’t worry he’s gonna take care of u ;)

aftercare omg

he’s so sweet

running u a BUBBLE BATH

lighting candles

massages

watch out cause those massages can get u back in the same situation that put u here in the first place

uh oh here comes the cuddle monster once again

ugh i want a tanjiro so bad

[angel-of-the-moons]

I need me some venom angst…

Can you do some Venom/Eddie x reader angst? Whatever you want idm! Also the reader is goth. No specific reason. I just like goth girls…:P(sorry if that last part was weird idk how to say it…)

*cracks knuckles* Hoooo I'm boutta make y'all cry up in this bitch (I know I said I only had requests open for 2 days but I only got two requests during that time frame so you get this as a lil treat 😘)

Chocolate Friends

Venom x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Angst angst angstttt! But don't worry , it gets fluffy!!! Depression, mentions of domestic violence/abuse, self-harm, suicide attempt, Reader has long hair and piercings (I love me some goth girls, too, especially the classic onesss)

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

It was a typical night in the city--the nasty, dirty, smelly city that was crawling with vermin once the lights went out.

But during October, it was different. Especially because of Halloween. Children frolicking in the streets, asking for goodies and playing games... well, people of all ages, really.

They needed someone to look out for them.

And that's what they did. That's what he did.

Venom. The one many consider to be a "bad guy". It's not his fault he needed to eat people's brains to survive. And besides, he promised Eddie he'd only eat "bad guys".

Which is what he did. A you g family with their two innocent little children were on their way back from a candy carnival when they were jumped by three men with masks and blunt weapons.

They weren't expecting Venom to be prowling the streets tonight--to be right above their filthy, filthy heads. They certainly didn't expect to have their heads bitten off, either. (Venom of course ensured the children didn't see anything of course, neither he nor Eddie would ever traumatize such tiny people!).

The police showed up not long after, but before that, one of the children rushed up to Venom and placed in his massive hand a little plastic baggy full of chocolates!

Venom patted the little boy--dressed like some green video game character--and left before the police barley rounded the corner.

"Tonight was amazing!" Venom growled as he popped another piece of chocolate into his maw. "Ate some bad guys and got some chocolate!"

'Yeah,good job, Vee.' Eddie chuckled softly from within.

He practically skipped from rooftop to rooftop across the city, humming and singing to himself as he did.

However, something gave him a pause.

Atop some sort of warehouse building was a figure dressed in all black. His first instinct was maybe it was some idiot trying to be some kinda super villain. They were all over the place, these days.

However that changed as he silently crept closer. He strained he and Eddie's combined senses to the highest level to examine the person.

You.

You were crying. Your long, wispy black hair blew in the breeze from the dank city. Your face was an almost ghostly white with thick black streaks cutting through like tar on snow. Your dark lips trembled, your snakebite piercings (At least that's what Eddie said they were) poking through the delicate skin, shining off of the dim city lights.

Your eyes were shrouded in thick, heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow, your wispy lashes brushing your cheeks as fresh tears fell.

Your feet teetered on the edge as you looked down, your hands grasping one another as if having second thoughts.

"Oh, shit!" Venom cursed to himself.

You were going to jump.

He thought quickly, rushing and leaping onto the rooftop with you. You either didn't notice or didn't care, your entire body shaking in the chilly air.

Your clothes had holes shredded into them in multiple places. Fishnets poked out from beneath your baggy pants, the chains tinkling as you shifted your weight around; an equally baggy shirt for some grunge band or another fluttered a bit as the breeze caught it.

Your nails were a nice, lacquered black, almost like his own inky body.

Apparently Venom and Eddie both blue-screened and their body merely acted on its own accord.

He plopped his butt down on the edge of the roof next to you, hanging his massive legs over the side.

"A little close to the edge, right?" Venom tried to say lightly. He could just barely make out the scent of blood on you, and he didn't like it. Neither did Eddie. They were both worried for you, and they didn't even know who you were.

"Wh-what do you care?" You asked, your voice trembling as you side-stepped by an inch, your eyes hesitantly dragging to the dirty street below.

"Just a little close, is all." Venom grumbled out with a shrug, kicking his feet a little.

"One wrong step and--" He made a descending whistle and then a "boom", gesture with his fingers. "Splat! Wind up decorating someone's car for Halloween in a real gross way."

Despite yourself, you huffed out a laugh, followed by a sniff, "Well it w-won't be a problem I have to worry about then, would it?"

Venom snorted, "True. But think about the poor guy that's gotta scrape the bits off the sidewalk! Traumatizing!"

You shook your head, swallowing deeply.

A tense silence falls between you as you continue to contemplate your fate--trying to make that one decision whether to end it all or back away like you have so many times before.

Venom broke the silence as subtly as a bulldozer trying to drive over a frozen lake.

"So. Why are you up here?"

"Because I want to die, wh-what does it look like?" You sniffled, trying to fight back the fresh sobs that tried to claw their way out of your chest.

"Well, yeah. That's obvious," He replied, tilting his head to the side to look at you. "But why?"

"I... I just..."

You weren't prepared for that. Nobody just asked you things. Nobody cared. Nobody just asks someone why they want to die. Right?

Your shoulders slump as you collapse into a squat, burying your face in your arms as you cried.

"I'm so tired... I can't take it all anymore."

"Can't take... what?" Venom pressed gently, his body relaxing slightly, hoping your new posture indicated you weren't just gonna swan dive over the rooftop.

"I... I try so hard, y'know?" You whispered, barely audible from how you had your face buried. "I try to take care of him, to help him get better, but... but he turns around and says it's all my fault. That it's all me. That he only does it because of me."

Venom looks at you, his fingers twitching. Ah. So that was it. He let you continue;

"I know he doesn't mean it. He just--he gets so angry when he drinks. Tonight I tried to h-hide the b-bottles and he... he just--"

Venom feels something nasty twist in his gut as you choke off into another crying fit.

"But he's my dad. If I don't s-stay... he's all alone. And he's gonna drink himself to death!"

"If he needs you, why are you up here?"

You snapped your head to look up at him, your makeup smeared down your face as your brows pinched.

"I mean, obviously your dad needs some serious help, but by your logic, he won't get it if you're not around..." He looked out into the city streets for a moment, "Don't understand it."

"I..." You swallowed, your mouth going dry. You sighed deeply, letting your body sag. "I don't know. I'm so tired. I'm sick of people treating me like shit just because of how I dress--I-I had an old lady hit me in the back of my head with her cane because she said I'm some kind of--of Satan worshipper!"

Venom growled lowly, making you jump a little as the sound vibrates off your bones, "Stupid." He spat.

"Y-yeah!" You say, letting your feet dangle over the edge, like his.

"It... It's just that I like being like this! But nobody has ever understood it!" You say, exasperated. "They just... They just..."

You couldn't find the words to continue, and was shocked when Venom held out his hand, offering tiny wrapped pieces of... candy. Chocolate?

"My other half says chocolate is good when you are sad. It makes your brain feel better." He said rather plainly. He could have gone into details of the effects it had on the human brain, but you didn't seem like you were in the mental state to have a scientific conversation right now.

Your shaky fingers take the morsel, unwrapping it before popping it into your mouth.

"So people treat you bad because you like to dress in all black?" He scoffed.

"People always equate goths to bad things in general." You replied sadly, your eyes downcast around the chocolate as it coated your tongue, "I'm not even really into the subculture itself, I just... sometimes the fashion is pretty and the makeup is crazy intense y'know?"

Venom grinned, happy that you've stopped crying, offering you another piece of his previous chocolate loot and letting you vent to him.

"What's wrong with dressing in all black?" Venom said, puffing up his chest a little dramatically, even striking a bit of a pose, "I think the look goes quite well with everything."

The sound of your laugh made him relax a little bit more, the tenseness in the air fading as he shared his snacks. He listened to you talk about the kinds of clothes you liked, makeup, music, how you DIY'd some of your own fashion yourself; and most of all, how people treated you because of it.

But the only person to really accept that was your dad. He just had his own problems, and didn't have the strength to drag himself out of the pit he was drowning himself in after he got laid off from the job he'd had since you were a baby. Since before your mom...

Little by little, your exterior chipped away and the sight of the real person you were came bubbling to the surface. Despite your dark aesthetic, you were a very bubbly and sweet person. Perhaps caring a bit too much about others rather than focusing on yourself, yes, but it showed how big your heart really was.

Eventually, the candy ran out. And you apologized. And before you knew it, it was well past midnight.

You don't want to jump anymore.

"Do you want some help?" Venom asked.

You nodded, whispering; "Please."

He took one of your tiny hands into his, as if you were made of the most delicate porcelain and lifted--pulling you onto the rooftop with him.

You rubbed your elbow, feeling guilty for everything, despite what was going on that wasn't your fault.

Venom could tell you were still feeling upset... and he didn't like he could still smell blood on you.

"... you're hurt." He finally pointed out, noticing how you flinched.

"It--it's not that bad." You muttered, your heart pounding as Venom crossed his arms and stared you down. Not in a malicious way, but in a way that said "I'm not falling for your bullshit".

And, of course, you break. You tell him about how sometimes, when the pain gets so bad, you... hurt yourself. You take a razor, or a knife or a pair of scissors and just... cut. The injuries are always to your legs so nobody can see, so they are easily covered by pants, but... obviously Venom could smell they were there.

"How about this." He held up a finger, "Meet us here again tomorrow night. My better half will get us more chocolate--"

His head snapped to the side and he growled, "You promised!"

Venom turned back to you after apparently having an argument with... himself, and said, "--and then we can sit down and talk some more. It can be our little chocolate spot any time you get the feeling like you want to hurt yourself. We can give you our number!"

"But..."

"No buts!" He said, wagging his large finger at you in reprimand.

You can't help the laugh that slips out of you, wiping at your face, uncaring if any more of your makeup got ruined. Despite yourself, you nod.

"Yessss!" Venom hisses, holding out his fist for a bump. "Chocolate friends!"

"Ch-Chocolate friends." You hiccup, giving him the bump.

You never came back to that rooftop with the intention of throwing yourself off of it, after that. It only became associated with your new and unlikely friend, the sweet treats you shared, and the knowledge that out there--there was somebody even weirder that you who was treated as much as an alien that you were.

And he/they had one hell of a sweet tooth.

[cntloup]

Mornings at the Rileys'

Fem!Reader fluffy fluff, a lil suggestive at the end

Mornings for the Riley family are chaos... but organized chaos. At 0500, your husband gently pats your back and whispers in your ear “Wake up, lovie!” as you’re sprawled out on the white sheets posing as a starfish. You groan in displeasure and turn on your back with a quiet “hi”, voice hoarse from sleep. “Good mornin’, dove. Breakfast's ready. I'm gonna wake the kids up.” ‘Fuck! How does he do this every single day?’ you think as you set your feet on the floor, slightly shivering from the cold tiles. You finally get off the bed, letting out a loud yawn and go into the bathroom to start your morning routine. As you’re getting on with your “me time”, you hear the kids kick up a fuss, not wanting to get up and not liking mornings one bit. You smile to yourself since you don’t have to deal with that today. Yes, they’re your children and you love them dearly, but you deserve to have some time to yourself and leave the tough part of the morning to the lieutenant. You finish your business in the bathroom, finally shaken the sleep away and make your way to the kitchen to see the kids around the table and your husband by the oven, filling everyone’s plate. “Good morning, guys!” you say with a smile. “Good mornin’, mommy.” they mumble unenthusiastically with sleepy voices. You let out a chuckle since you know Simon had to drag them out of their beds by the annoyed looks on their faces. “Lookin’ good, LT!” you murmur as you slap his ass lightly and he turns around with a smirk and pulls you in for a quick kiss. You take a sit at the table “You didn’t have to wait for me.” “ ‘course we did. We always wait for mommy, right?” he asks the kids, awaiting an answer “Yeeess.” they drag out the word irritated. He chuckles as he shakes his head. He puts your plates in front of you and takes his sit beside you. You eat your breakfast with little to no words. You finish it quickly and get to work; check everyone’s bags for the right books and stuff as the sleepy heads tend to forget and make mistakes sometimes, make every one’s lunch except Simon because you two go to the usual cafe you go every day on your lunch breaks. Get the kids dressed and send them away when the school bus arrives, “Be careful and behave, guys. I love you.” you call out as you stand on the porch waving them goodbye and they turn around and blow kisses with their hands making you smile with contentment. You close the door and go into the bedroom to get ready for work, seeing your husband already dressed in his uniform. “Hey.” you mutter as you pull him in for kiss, this time longer, not wanting to let go. You finally pull away “Fuck! Go before I rip that uniform off you.” “Yes, ma’am.” he replies as he pats your ass and winks “See you at lunch, lovie.” “See you too, Si. Bye.” you wave at him as he leaves. ‘FUCK!! Maybe in the cafe bathroom?’ you think to yourself ‘Nah, that’s nasty... or is it?’ ‘Yea but who cares?’ you finish your thoughts hoping he would agree to take you in the cafe bathroom since you might (definitely) not be able to get him out of your head after seeing him in full gear. Although, he’s always on your mind at every moment of the day. He's the love of your life after all. 

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ��� 

[sugar-omi]

Dilf!Cove spicy headcanons… crumbs for the masses please… 👀

HELP I SPIRALED THIS IS SO LONG.... THIS AINT CRUMBS ITS LITERALLY A WHOLE MEAL

but no bc why did this actually get outta hand.... um. anyway.... may or may not fix the format bc there's a lot going on but.. enjoy :)

tags : NSFW, DILF!cove, headcanons, multiple choice dialogue, dilf!cove is just frisky okay you just gotta read it, bit of bottom/switch cove, lots of service top cove

synopsis : nsfw dilf!cove headcanons

big. big man. big, beefy, squishy, thicc man with PROMINENT VEINS IN HIS (BIG) HANDS and he KNOWS ITS HOT and he ABUSES IT BC HE KNOWS YOU LOVE IT

constantly grabbing you, rubbing your thigh and back and shoulder...

can't drive properly unless he has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his

don't be afraid to smack his hand away, because thats how you end up giving truck drivers a show on the highway bc your nasty ass husband is fingering you or jerking you off until you're sloppy

like i think a few truckers know you by now....

he's so bad for yalls reputation</3

also you can't pay him enough to button his shirt up all the way.

minimum 3 buttons undone.

usually has 4-5 buttons undone and when he bends over you can see his (pierced) nipples and all the bite marks n hickeys you left behind last night

sleeps in less and less clothes

remember how someone (on twt i think? maybe it wasn an anon tho) said smth about why does cove wear long pants n shirt when he doesnt like layers?

well he had that epiphany too

and at first it was pants and tank top, or long sleeves n shorts

then tank and shorts... then just his boxers....

but now, he'll sleep full on naked

ofc if you're uncomfortable with it, he won't.

but who doesn't want their sexy husband to sleep naked?

it leads to interesting mornings too..

cove's hard length pressed up against you because he can't sleep without holding or being close to you

and for weeks, the morning starts with lazy hand-jobs, frisky blow-jobs (especially when he's sleeping, something you surprised him with when he said he dreamed about that yesterday)

and then it ended up with you or him on top of the other, your/his hips never too far away and you're lazily kissing..

or cove cuddling you in the morning, and you slip him inside you or he slips between your thighs.. cove loves it when you do that, pushing your ass back on him and he can just hold you while you fuck yourself on his cock

loves to take you on vacation or lil getaways

you're kids are grown and you're empty nesters, even if theyre still at home for college, they dont necessarily need you now

so if cove takes you away on a beach vacation, surprising you with a boat for a week. thats great!!!

and you promise to send your family pictures, but please be careful...

because that picture of the view through the window? you can see your naked husband in the reflection

that picture of you laying in bed with breakfast? you can see his soft cock laying on his thigh...

besides those photos, maybe think twice before sending the 'safe' ones or prepare for comments telling you to get a room (or your kids sending sick emojis or something bc cove is being touchy in the photo)

bc cove is either grabbing your butt, chest, his face in your neck, and/or he has you on his lap, and you can basically see the nasty thoughts in his head or his look of satisfaction or his hand is (once again) in a dangerous spot...

everyone jokes abt you 2 having the time of your lives over there, especially away from the kids

kid: please leave the sexual tension at the door BEFORE YOU GET HOME!!!! ✋️✋️

which they'd be right abt, because that selfie of you guys using the mini-bar in the backyard?

cove bends you over the mini-bar and sucks you off / eats you out until you complain abt the surface hurting your back and then he picks you up and brings you inside

that selfie of the two of you or one of you in the infinity pool, both of yall in your cute new swimsuits you bought for this trip, having a drink?

after that picture, cove has you leaning back on your elbows, the water splashing and clapping between you as he fucks you

or you'll be trying to take a selfie and he swims up behind you, and fucks you from behind.. your body squished between his body and the wet tile as he tells you how good you look in that swimsuit...

yeah definitely fucks you in the pool or hot tub several times.

while sitting in the hot tub, he has you in his lap and he's thrusting up into you, your arms wrapped around him and he's sucking on your chest

that picture of you guys in your formal wear, about to go to dinner?

you were so late that your table almost got given away, all because cove begged you to let him give you head after you got ready and dolled up

and you aren't even gonna mention how he stopped in the middle of getting ready himself to fuck you over the bathroom counter after you got out the shower

yeah, everyone sees you guys absolutely glowing when you come back, and there's definitely a mark or two on each of you that isn't hidden

mmm this is why I can see cove buying a boat

sometimes you can't afford to take a whole trip abroad or outta state

so why not spend the day on the boat, and maybe.. just maybe... you can sunbathe, sip mimosas, let cove give you head.... sounds like a great time <33

omfg surprises you with lingerie

buys himself something risque and lays out a trail of petals to the bedroom from the front door, and there he is, on a fluffy bed with more petals, laid/sat up all pretty

surprises you with toys too

even if its more of a gift to him, it benefits you <3

who wouldn't wanna pleasure their stressed husband after a long week, using whatever vibe, dildo, plug, or fleshlight that he picked out for you to use on him

even begs you to fuck / peg him, he really just wants you to take care of him

or if you let him, he'll fuck himself on your cock (or your mouth) until he feels better

also does it for you

buys you cute lil toys to use on you alongside his mouth or cock

no matter what, loves to pleasure you, especially with his own body

constantly using his mouth or fingers on you, he lives for it

also buys you lingerie if you'd like it

but mainly buys you clothes. be it formal, casual, or whatever

likes to dress you up period, especially for dates

ofc there's always a surprise in there :)

which always leads to you rushing home or sneaking into the bathroom at the restaurant n one of you tugging at the others clothes

omfg nudes and taking pics/videos...

by this point, cove will send you a cheeky nude or video while you're at work just to make you rush home or call him on your lunch break

loves it if he gets to come to your work and you ride him in the parking lot, growling about how dirty he is

if you send him a nude or video while he's at work, fuck he's in pieces

needs you to come fuck him or suck him off, or even let him get you off (he'll definitely jerk off while giving you head)

sometimes he just can't help but wanna take a picture of you and/or him during sex

you just look so pretty; covered in sweat n hickeys (and his cum<3), stuffed with his dick, or your head thrown back from pleasure when he's going down on you.

or his fingers stirring up your insides until all you can hear in the video is your sloppy insides, loud moans, and occasionally cove's dirty talk n babbles about how good you are for him

also wants to commemorate you or him looking pretty in lingerie

poses all pretty for you, shows off his fat ass in his lacy undies... he's just so cute

so not only do you guys have a lovely memory of a spicy anniversary (or random tuesday) night, but you also have material for the spank bank

because when you're away long enough, you can expect a naughty call from cove in the middle of the night

someetimes he sends you a text to please call him, he needs to hear your voice... or you catch him in the middle of reminiscing

he's all breathy and panting, tries to act normal but after the first few times, doesn't even bother trying to pretend his not rutting up into his hand or fucking himself on one of his favorite thick dildos<3

[behoright]

THAT TEUVO BLURB Anxhebdhhahshzhwhsushebdy DO ANDREI

oh y’all didn’t think I wasn’t going to do him, right???

kids night with bf! andrei

warnings: this one contains smut bc this man has me in a horny chokehold. beware of breeding + pregnancy kink under!

- um sooooo you’ve been dating for a while while

- like apart from the wives you’re one of the longest relationships on the team

- he saw you when he first moved to Raleigh, got you and never looked back

- you’ve been through it all together and have a very healthy relationship

- good communication, boundaries and it all

- you go to as many games as you can

- you obv never miss watching one tho

- there’s no way you’re missing kids night tho bc they are

- just so cute

- you guys are def on the same page about kids

- but it’s just NOT the time yet. You’re both waaaaay too young even if you’ve been dating forever

- here’s the thing about this man tho

- he’ll go through phases of baby fever

- any baby he sees he’ll wave to

- loves to interact w his little little fans and give them pucks before the games or stop for them after especially

- he daydreams about sigh starting a family w you

- and giving his kids everything he didn’t have as a child

- unfortunately when kids night rolls around he’s DEEP in one of his phases

- seeing you talk with the moms…….

- he starts to sweat a little bit

- “one day she’ll be like them”

- “one day she’ll have a big belly like Jaden’s girl”

- somehow his thoughts go from wholesome to horny REAL QUICK

- it’s just thinking about how you’d look pregnant that raises his temperature a lil bit

- he loves your body but thinking about you being a lil rounder bc you’re carrying HIS baby…….

- oof

- but he says nothing nothing nothing to you before the game

- you can tell he’s a lil clingier tho

- after the game tho??.?.

- especially after that storm surge

- all the families come on the ice after the storm surge and you go too

- holding SOMEONE’s baby bc this team has so many kids they can always use an extra hand

- you try to joke when you walk towards him

- “hey look what I found babe!”

- but he’s…. looking at you differently

- “ you look so beautiful like this.”

-“ like what?”

- and he says nothing but his eyes keep darting between the baby and you

- and you’re like umm ?? What is happening

-he hugs you and kisses your head and theN THE BABYS HEAD

- just to dream for a second what it would feel like

- you hand the baby back to their Rightful Parents

- and look at him like ……..babe?

- can’t even mingle with any wags or anything on the ice bc he’s hugging you from behind

- and his hand move to your stomach

- he doesn’t realize it but it feels so good

- rubs it a little bit

- if you point it out he just blushes, laughs and looks down

- before he walks back to the locker room he gives you the DEEPEST kiss

- the drive home is QUIET

- but he’s playing some sloooow music and holding your thigh

- he doesn’t say anything bc he knows IF HE SPEAKS

- he finally speaks up and acts semi normal at dinner but he holds your hand from across the table all night and he’s looking at you differently

- when you get home it’s game on for him

- strips you and takes you to bed

- lights dimmed which he never does bc he likes to see you but

- he fucks you slow ALL night

- like never before girl

- to the point that he’s dripping sweat onto you from just how painfully slow and precise he’s trying to be

- goes between kissing you everywhere OPEN MOUTHED to just looking deeply into your eyes

- he’s not saying anything tho and that’s weird bc Andrei likes some nasty ass dirty talk

- at this point you’ve cum a million times sheets are SOAKED

- he’s doing a great job at holding back even if he thinks he could cum twice by now

- eventually he’s on top of you BEET RED flushed all the way down to his pelvis

- sweat dripping from his messy long hair

- he puts his forehead on yours

- “baby”

- “yes, milaya?”

- “you’re so quiet, tonight.” you half moan. “does it feel good?”

- “fuck yeah, baby.”

- you both look down at how slow he’s thrusting his abs flex one BY ONE

- “I want to give you a fucking baby.”

-he just says it

- and feels you clench at it when he looks up your eyes are rolling back

- there’s simply not stopping him now

-“I want to see you get big with my baby”

- “I’m going to fill you up so much”

- “You so warm, so ready inside for me”

- He pushes on your lower stomach

- “You feel me in here? I’m going to put a baby right here”

- and it’s also the fact that you’re turned on by this that TURNS HIM ON MORE

- “Are you going to fill me up, Drei? You’re going to get me pregnant, baby?”

- and that’s a wrap for him

- his eyes squeeze shut and he shakes through his orgasm

- he cums A LOT and for a long time considering you keep encouraging to “go deeper” while he cums

- all he can say after that is

- “you’re going to be a great mom, baby.”

- absolutely wiped so he knocks out

- with a smile on his face nonetheless

[moononmyfloor]

Dashing Youth Ep 11-16 Commentary

Ep 1-10, Ep 17-21, Ep 22-25, Ep 26-32, Ep 33-35, Ep 36-40

Ep 11

More flirting

We meet Xiao Se's nasty Emperor dad in his youth, played by the lovely Fan Jinwei, whose Prince Chong I loved in BoY. Not sure if I'm prepared to hate him this time. He looks good tho!

We also meet Wu Xin' mom, who looks like a fractured wistful early-morning dream which is about to float away and dissappear with the slightest breath, never to be found again.

And Luo Qingyang, (not to be confused with everyone's favorite girl crush Mianmian from The Untamed), the angry repressed big finale martial artist from BoY

Ep 12

I love the super powerful but easily spooked wooden sword wielding Mt. Wangcheng disciple, kid you *really* don't need to try study under Master Li, just because he's "the" shifu doesn't mean he's better. He will teach you nothing and isn't batting an eye at his exam candidates dying right under his eyes. Srsly, Mt. Wangcheng, the Lei family and Changfeng's Medicine Shifu's Valley seem to be the only places suitable to bring up well-adjusted, grounded kids in this universe.

Dual cultivating right in front of future wife's salad

Damn his gaze is somehow piercing but indifferent at the same time

(He's gonna explode and die in the future isn't he) Also see, this is what I mean. Most of the shifus in this universe are no good at teaching and guidance. These kids in their youthful vigor and angst are extremely volatile and you all just let them run rampant. They are easily suspectible to being used by bad forces and eventually create massive tragedies for themselves and everyone else.

Well I suppose Dongjun's first shifu was a great guy but 1. He didn't have enough time 2. Even if he did he was dying and sustaining himself in a contained bubble and what he could teach Dongjun about the world was quite limited.

Ahaha I have the exact same pouch! It's a cheap Aliexpress delivery pouch I got a ring sent in

Ep 13

Omg she's TOO CUTE! This young lady and Baba from JoL2 are the prettiet babies I've seen this year!

Local playboy realises his boyfriend from alt universe is happily married and has chosen to live a stress free life, the new boyfriend has ditched him for his future child's mom, his old boyfriend is away in a Detox Vacation and realises his carefree childhood has come to its end 😔

Dongjun:

Also I'm actually kinda surprised to find myself shipping this tragic pair of Dingzhi/Wenjun, and shipping HARD at that. I don't know what I expected but by the the time of BoY, all that remains about their relationship is a sordid gossip but they actually turn out to be two broken lil kids🥺 They don't even have like, a hot and hormonal romance but a one built on sweet childhood promises of protecting his little meimei and caring for her Yun gege. Poor babies😭

Ep 14

Liu Yue thinks he hides it well behind his hat but dude is practically bursting at seams for having gotten a disciple, and he's basically teaching Yue Yao how to flex well and never embarrass herself, which in addition would embarrass himself lol. He also seems to be kinda lonely and bored despite his quirky lil maid and broody bf. It's like he was born to be a social butterfly but with his current social status he cannot.

Inaccurately accurate MTL 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(Also this is so funny to me with the context that I've read the "lifting the hijab" mtl line in lots of Chinese fics where the couple gets married and that red veil lifting thing happens on the marrige bed lol.)

Dingzhi's master seems to be just as traumatised by life as Dingzhi is. Huang Yi lasohi is actually so good in roles like this. Also can we have an applause for the first genderqueer character in the show woohoo

And then the two shifus have a date about their duel, lol

Ep 15

Baili Dongjun gotta be the naivest ML I've encountered in a while, and by naive I mean beyond the levels of your average innocent, inexperienced teen full of sunlight and getting jaded overtime such as Fang Duobing, Wu Xie, Zhang Chulan etc.

Dongjun has grown up so sheltered and full of positivity, he doesn't seem to register the gravity of things even when they are right in front of his face almost to the point of stupidity.

He provides a stark contrast against his friends, Sikong Changfeng who's been the sweetest but also most down-to-earth kid to begin with and Ye Dingzhi who's been dealing with the weight of the whole world since childhood.

That part where Dongjun saw the arrest warrant for Dingzhi who also turned out to be his long lost bff, was told by his elders that they'll take care of the matter and will bring Dingzhi to him, Dongjun was just like "Ok cool! That's settled then! I'm gonna just chill and have a drink with my new girlfriend then!" was almost funny but sad because,

Kid, you are going to be in a WORLD of hurt VERY soon. You trust strangers way too much!

I mean in BoY you see how severely Dongjun has crashed to the point of wanting to create a broth of oblivion..... I can totally see how that happened.

Also that poster is a severe injustice to Dingzhi's GORGEOUS face lmao

Ep 16

I mostly have opinions about Master Li in this ep, which I compiled in a seperate post linked above

Also my bb Changfeng is back! And straight away he also joined the baby making game, and Dongjun has no choice but to be a good wingman to his bros at this point lmao

Changfeng chose the most comparatively normal and mundane romance arc too. She's the top courtesan for sure but still, for many young gentry she wouldn't have been anymore worth than a fling, but Changfeng just went ahead and offered her the most genuine, authentic companionship ever without a second of hesitation. And walked out head held high, with ZERO idea about how suave and sexy it made him and I'm like:

5/5 Stars No Drama

[lightwise]

TBB S3E8 - Reactions

- Poor Echo—he really is not getting any screen time is he

- Crosshair’s look of concern when he tells Omega she should be staying away from Rex and Echo 😭

- Okay Omega’s guilt is so clouding her judgement at this point. Poor kid really thinks it’s her fault that all those clones died—no baby girl, the shadow assassin would have gone there anyway whether you were there or not. My heart aches for her

- Hunter 🤝 Crosshair: keep Omega safe at all costs.

- Hunter’s lil “come on” head tilt 🤩

- PHEE!!!! I have been waiting for you!!!

- Crosshair: Who!?! 😶 PRICELESS. EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED FROM HIM MEETING HER 🤣🤣🤣

- Not Omega serving as the narrative admitting that Phee is, in fact, much to our dismay, a pirate 🏴‍☠️

- I’M GETTING BOTH MY GIRLS BACK IN ONE EPISODE

- Just slipping a Tech mention in there, why don’t you stop ripping my heart out

- Fennec!!!

- And Cross has the same reaction to Fennec 😆 —he’s finally starting to learn about the life that his family has lived during their time apart

- Hunter being in full dad mode and also being very perceptive about Crosshair hiding his hand issues. He may not always be able to say this about himself, but Hunter admitting that ignoring something won’t make the problem go away is huge growth from him.

- Thank goodness Hunter can pilot. This would be a very short season otherwise

- Cool space station

- I love when Star Wars is grimy city underbellies and neon lights 🤩

- The guys look SO GOOD in purple. Jus sayin

- As does Fennec (Queen that she is)

- I’d let those boys hem me in a booth anytime

- Ming-Na Wen is really pulling out all the stops for Fennec’s voice

- Hunter in neon bar lighting is something so personal to me

- “Ruined one of my scores” lol Fennec is salty tonight

- “More than you’ve got” she doesn’t even know how much they have on them but she knows it’s not enough 🤣 but also where is that 30k credits that Omega won?? They could have used that?

- “We made a deal. I’m going to keep it as long as you hold up your end”

- “Ten? For THAT? That’s what I thought”

- Gosh that water looks nasty

- Wet helmet Hunter instead of WET HAIR HUNTER??? Fffffffsssss Jennifer *clicks tongue in disappointment*

- That is so many mines

- “Close doesn’t count” 🥺

- It’s really interesting to me that this show has been focused solely on the Batch as a family this season. We’ve been on Pabu multiple times and have seen hardly any other residents, no one trying to be neighborly or prying (even though we know Shep has tried to make sure Crosshair is comfortable). The focus is on the Batch themselves this time, not their dynamic with the outside world.

- “You don’t like anything” “true” at least he’s self aware by now lol

- Batcher’s like “you like meeee!”

- Hunter’s senses are back baybee

- Never knew I needed to see Wrecker yeeting space alligators until today. Glorious. Straight up punching them in the face 🤣🤣🤣

- Ohhhh Wrecker giving back her sass blow for blow!

- “So what happened with the kid?”

- I will die on the hill that Fennec cares about Omega deep down

- “Just…seems odd. Considering our past”

- Love that the atmosphere on this planet is orange and it’s Fennec’s episode

- “They thought Omega would be safer with you guys. Guess they were wrong about that” she is not pulling any punches

- “Money’s not everything” you right boy

- “That’s because you don’t have any” phewww 🤣🤣🤣

- Pulling the blaster across the throat in a kill motion?? Hunter what are you doing to me right now 🥵

- “Pretty much” lolol

- This dude is so creepy looking. Giant bug eyes were not what I was expecting

- “You heard me!!” Oh Wrecker is done, done

- Man this guy does not go down easy.

- Bug spit. Nuff said

- “I doubt that” oh Cross, honey, I know, I get it

- THEY HELD HANDS

- I REPEAT SHE HELD HIS HAND

- Sorry I’m having Kenobi show Obi-Wan and Leia handhold flashbacks 😭😭😭😭

- Okay okay I’m back. I think.

- “You’ve missed a lot” “I know”

- Okay just rip my heart out why don’t you

- That is one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen

- Pointy finger scrunched brow Hunter is the best Hunter

- “You can either fight me or trust me. Good choice” 😮‍💨

- Hunter getting tipped off that ramp is uh…is ummm…doing something to me. What, I’m not sure 👀🫠

- I also find it really interesting that they’ve barely had us on the Marauder at all this season. Foreshadowing?

- Both Fennec and Phee make the same two fingered salute to the boys after talking to them. Cute.

- Ohhhhh is she…is she selling them out?? Who is she talking to? Cad?

- Wait no she wouldn’t pass them over to someone else if any money could be gained on her side. I bet she’s talking to Ventress. I really wanna know how those two know each other 👀

- Wow. Things are really going to get interesting from here. Can’t wait.

[ktownshizzle]

k's WIP update - 11.05

Hi! So I wanted to start this WIP list as a way to keep track of my progress, to update you guys, and to also do polls about the current stories in the works.

Apparently, I’ve got 6 stories in the drafts!! Lawd help me. Also, Please make sure to answer the poll below! xo

Existing Stories

Terms & Conditions

Chapter 6Status: 10% Vibes: Most likely a continuation of the sex spell the two is under so smut is there, maybe a double date somewhere there, maybe meeting more members, maybe more jealous yoongi Blockers: Still on the fence about scootergate which is delaying the story progress in my brain. Also, smut is not my forte, so I take a fair bit longer doling out chapters with smut.

2. Wild & Free

Youth drabbleStatus: 30%  Vibes: Lil angsty, ngl. But there’s also fluff. It’s the origin story of the couple's friendship, meeting at the piano school, etc. This explores their several missed connections along the way before MC ended up working with Yoongi in BigHit. Notes: Most likely will be a 1000-notes milestone for W&F, so it’ll still be a while since we’re only at 800 ish for now.

New Stories

Gratuitous Tiktok-inspired Story

Status: 20% Genre: Fluff, Smut, Attempt at Comedy. Work rivals!au (non-idol au) - I’m writing another office/workplace romance - pretend to be shocked! Vibes: Busan! Yoongi / Manbun Yoongi is your work nemesis–one you’ve always wanted to fuck if he wasn’t so goddamn cocky. You see him in a club.. Blah blah… Drinks, dancing, and doing the nasty in a dingy club bathroom. Notes: I am thirsting over Busan!Yoongi as if this is the first damn time I’m seeing him. Don’t be surprised if this gets posted first because man, I’m so drunk on this dude.

2. Fic request: Love & Lullabies

Status: 30% Genre: Fluff, Smut (tbc), Angst. Idol!au. Reader Nanny x Single dad Yoongi Vibes: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you expected. You’re just fresh from a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.) Notes: This is a request that I really vibed with. I even have the mood board done. Teehee

Teaser is out

3. Fic request: Let Me Love You drabble

Status: 20% Genre: Angsty, Neighbors!au, Reader Singer x Producer Yoongi (non-idol au) Vibes: A lil different from my other fics, reader is in an abusive relationship

4. Fic request: Untitled Grumpy x Sunshine Fic

Status: 10% Genre: Fluff, smut, idiots to lovers kinda, non-idol au Vibes: College, I believe. Friend group getaway with the maknaes, you, and Yoongi. Chaos ensues, obviously. You and Yoongi has always had that unspoken tension since you became friends, but you’re both idiots. This friend vacation becomes your tipping point.

[abuglikecreature]

hi hi!!! im roch (pronounced rock, but im not a pebble) >:3

i like he/it/they pronouns the most :))

this is my agere blog, where i post and reblog anything that makes me happi!! get ready for a million bajillion exclamation marks!!!!!! (also, im bad wit words n got fingers that dont always cooperate wit me, so the spelling on here isn’t gonna be amazing lols)

i regress to maybeeeeee 4-7, but idkkk! when im lil im just lil, yk? but im also bodily a minor, so no nasties!

these r some of the stuff that makes me SUPER happi!

Marvel! Mostly the Xmen n mutants side of things (includin spiderman bc hes sillyyy). I just think theyre soooo cool!!!

Deadpool!!!! Hes my favvvv!!! Ik i jus put marvel but dp is my super mega fav and i luvvvv him

Sylvanian families/Calico Critters!!!!!! I luv luv luv these lil guys!!! i have a whoooole collection of them and the babies r my favvvsss!!!!

Skulduggery Pleasant!!! oh boyyy you dont wanna kno how obsessed i am wit that silly skeleton...........

Minecraft!!! + Minecraft dungeons + mcsm, i just luv luv luv the silly lil block guys!!

Markiplier’s work, i luv luv luv iswm n the universe hes made up even if it confuzzles me sometimes :P

The Stanley Parable!!! Dunno if theres rily any agere content for this but idc i luv luv luv the narrator! And stanley is my silly lil squishy

Tf2!! pyro's my faaaav, theyre literally me!! fr!!!

TADC!!! so fun n silly n kinger is such a dad!!

Mouthwashing!! definitely not a family friendly game, but on this blog its “nothing bad happened aus” only! i heart daisuke

Stray!! My fav comfort game, i love the Outsiders n the kitty soooooo much!,

N i like any animal!! ever!! all the lil creatures, even the silly hairless ones! theyre all sooooo beautiful

I also like makin stuff for ppl!! Im happy to take any mood or stimboard requests, maybe even a drawing req if im feeling up for it!! if u wanna ask for one i could do my best work if i kno it well already, so feel free to pick from my lil list! a lil specificity would be awesome, just mention it if u want any colour or theme or anythin else :3 (if its not based on any particular media, just like a concept or color or food or whatever u might like, id be happy to work wit that too :])

i think thats it for now, have fun!

banner by me :3

#roch yaps: my talkin tag

#my stuff: anything i make, like boards or drawings

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

Human AU! Picrew

Alastor! He's a serial killer and cannibal in every AU I make unless otherwise stated. Some AU will include Al being trans, having epilepsy, or severe scarring and sometimes migraines. Eating disorder in the fact he mainly eats humans and starves a lot of the time

Nifty in every AU will be Alastors little sister, be it through found family or actual adoption. She is also a cannibal and a nurse unless otherwise stated. Every AU she lost her eye while being sex trafficked.

Rosie and Husk are Always going to be Exes, be it married or dating, but exes. Rosie is a cannibal, Husk isn't he just helps his family hide evidence. In certain AU they're Nifty and or Al's adoptive parents/found family parent's in others they are just older friends who are protective and the mom/dad friend. Rosie is a psychologist and Husk a bartender, most AU they're gonna be ex military

Angel Dust (Anthony) Husks twink boyfriend he gets after divorcing or breaking up with Rosie. Still a hooker but he and Val have a healthy relationship. Unless I need Val to be nasty for my plot. Ex addict, makes music sometimes, recovering eating disorder

The Vees! Vox with his heterochromia and I like making him sweaty either an actual problem or he's just sweaty. I also like to give him a stutter in certain AUs. He's German.

Valentino is as always, half blind, and he's a nasty weird tall man with a connective tissue disorder in most AU, he's also Latin and a pretty good friend he's very supportive just bad at it.

Velvet is a weird little chaotic rat but her boys worship her. For some reason I see her as a Floridian military brat idk, fashion designer and influencer in every AU. I ship her with Rosie.

In some AU they're adoptive siblings

Charlie and Vaggie! Twinning UwU! Vaggie is an ex Catholic cause I think it makes sense and Charlie definitely practices Wicca or something. Charlie actually does own a hotel, it's a rehab her father funded for her because she wants to help nd she has whateva sort of degree would help with that, something with therapy. Vaggie works as a security guard there.

Vaggie twin sister Lute, she's having a near constant mental breakdown, she's a psycho deep down and is FILLED with religious guilt idk what to tell ya. Killed someone. Her arm is amputated too. She teaches self defense, specialising in helping people with disabilities learn to work around them.

Charlie cousin Peter. Everyone think he's the "gay" cousin but he's actually straight and VERY comfy in his masculinity, nondenominational. Isn't technically allowed to visit the Morningstar house alone because they're "evil" but they're just spiritual. Broadway!!

Lute boyfriend, Adam. I could NOT resist making him adorable and precious because you see him and go awww but then he fucking opens his mouth and calls you a slur. Lmao. Questioning his faith. Rock star wanna be, studies music theory or something

Adams cousins! Big sis Sera is constantly worrying and lil sis Emily is heavily sheltered. Sera is a Sunday School teacher, idk, maybe religious studies? Emily if the AU has her college aged will want to be a nurse (I've been seeing Emily ships everywhere but what if she falls for her fellow nurse who's secretly a psychopath?? Nifty, I mean)

Cherri! Angels BFF! She's deffo an artist and also a demolition expert or something, and does monster trucking too! She's the best most supportive person, Penti adores her and she's secretly in love too but she's scared of it. Angel keeps mocking her that he's got two guys (Val and Husk) and she won't even take a chance on the dude who would find a way to blow up the sun for her.

Penti is trans, hjs family is also Muslim but he was disowned when he came out. He has triplet little siblings! Is studying to be or is a physicist. Idk minor speech impediment/lisp!

Frank is the embodiment of chaos and when he meets Alastor is obsessed with him (crushing on a guy your older brother doesn't like is a right if passage) Chandler and Leslie are his siblings. They we're disowned for supporting Penti and Chandler has refused to wear her veil since. Leslie still upholds their faith but is very supportive.

Usually Vark will be a dog. But occasionally an AU will call for him to be Vox little brother so here's a design for him!

[jonathanbyersdeservesbetter]

Hello fellow Jonathan lover,,,,

Jancy? Or Stonathan? or perhaps Stoncy?

I know stoncy won't ever happen but... i love trios man... i love my pathetic freaky little guy jonathan byers being taken care of by the IT couple of hawkins and everyone being confused on how it ever happened. the ANGST potential it has especially in the 80's and just, their relationship to each other, nancy and Jonathan's lil sibs being bffs and them technically growing up tgt, his and steve's past in general UUGGHHH and also i just wish polyamory was more represented in mainstream media

but also stonathan... also won't happen but i do love the opposites attract, jock x nerd trope (jonathan's technically not a stereotypical nerd but ykwim) and ESP when they have nasty history btn them, when steve was involved with jonathan's bullying (maybe not directly idk, but he was definitely a bystander and was friends with his direct bullies) and ostracization, and steve is the representation of everything the byers are not, the way that steve changed for the better because jonathan beat him up once. steve now being a lovesick fool chasing after jonathan and jonathan playing hard to get OR steve unable to accept that part of himself and trying to repress it while jonathan knew he was queer all along but was ostracized for it so they both have issues and ANGST ENSUES

and ofc jancy my girl boss x male wife power couple how can you not love the official ST endgame couple that's persisted for 3 whole seasons. tbh it could've been portrayed better in the show but i still love what it is at its core: that it's okay to be a woman in the 80's who strives to do great things but also love someone at the same time, and a man who supports her in everything she does, but also has his own identity and values his own family and that it's okay to be SOFT and KIND.

so basically i love all three lmfao oops

[pumpkinsy0]

happy mf christmas!!!

u know what that means,,,,hcs!!!!WOOOOOO!!!!!YAYYYY!!!!!!YIPPEE!!!!!!

but yea hcs!!!!!!

•idk,,WHO,,,it was,,,but either the shepards or the curtis’ used those tree shaped airfreshners for cars and used it as an actual christmas tree to put gifts under

•maybe it was when they were lil kids too excited for christmas but hey, who can blame em

•once tim made the BIGGEST mistake of letting pony and curly b in charge of making the sugar cookies cause they over did it w the sugar for they were busy w ‘other matters’

•like they completely fucked up the cookies w too much sugar, someone could get type 2 diabetes just taking a bite out of it

•but hey!!just shake em for a bit before u eat it and youll b aight

•there was this christmas they all did secret santa and pony got tim, but he had NO clue what to get the guy so he just gave him a belt

•i mean it was a good belt so to tim all is fine

•freeze tag will ONLY b played on christmas time

•i hope this makes sense, but darry, soda, and pony all share the same pajama set when it’s christmas for some reason, like pony gets the pants, darry gets the shirt, and soda just takes the lil hat w it

•johnny is a literal god at making hot chocolate it’s canon

•tim makes haitian hot chocolate so yea, also a god

•OHOH and bc haitian independence day is on january 1st, the shepards usually buy all the ingredients near christmas time, and darry’s bday is on the same week so also bday shopping w the curtis gang, yippee!!!

•two bits the mf to buy the nasty flavors of candy canes to “spice things up” and darry got sick and tired of it so two bits off shopping duty for the rest of his christmas’

•so have y’all seen those santa mall pics w those goth kids?? yea angela and curly go to the mall to specifically get a pic w santa

•the pic is one of the tree decorations xoxo

•pony and curly making gingerbread houses???yes pls, only problem is curlys hungry ass keeps eating everything

•i feel like i’ve never seen a mistletoe like in stores to buy, so i’ll just say that pony makes them curly keeps kissing him while he’s making it and just says “we’re above the mistletoe so i think we have to like make out or somethin”

•pony and curly had gingerbread and reindeer onesies when they were like toddlers/babies (that’s what that other pic of them is for, don’t ask y curly has a giant fucking spoon i thought it was funny)

•the shepards (rlly angela and curly) have this thing for decorating their hair for christmas, once curly used christmas lights in his hair, dw no fire was set his hair is fantastic

•dally can’t wrap presents for shit he just takes newspaper and cru,bles it up around the gift to give it a weird ball shape

•soda is such a christmas candle lover, if u bought him a santa’s ass scented candle he’d buy it

•every christmas i’m GONNA bring up the gang calling pony rudolph during the holidays fuck off

•johnny likes taking walks in the snow just staring inside families homes, kinda sad???yea, but he’s on his way to the curtis house so it’s alright he’ll b fine

•steve is actually like the fucking brunch during the holidays, everyone thinks it’s dally but no at least dally finds enjoyment fr home the shitty christmas sweaters and hot chocolate, steve likes nothing except for the occasional snowball fights and everyone being together, other than that he’s out, he hates the snow(its a love hate relationship), he hates how he gets hives in the cold, just cancel the whole thing

•angela and tim fucking LOVE the peppermint chocolates, they’d kill several ppl for it, i would too

•also pony and curly like putting the chocolates on the cookies

i rlly want peppermint chocolate

[legacyshenanigans]

Guess who's here again B!!....At this point I should rename myself to #1 Rominis fan, I swear the amount of times I've asked you about them feels criminal.... I'm so sorry if y'all are done with my simping for these two you especially B, plese tell me straight away if you ever get tired of me asking for them 😖😖😖

Now If you're still not tired of me here's what I've got for you today:

Does Rowan ever get nightmares about the night he lost his parents and his entire community? I feel like this could also make a really sweet Rominis interaction, Rowan having a pretty nasty nightmare and Omi comforting him....🥺🐺🐍❤️

Today I've only got this one because like I wrote in the beginning I'm really starting to feel bad for constantly asking about them.

If you still don't mind my asks I love you guys and you B especially thank you so much for constantly making my days better with each post you make (even the traumatising ones🤣❤️) your an absolute tresure of the HL community and I'm so glad I found you ❤️❤️✨✨

Have a pleasant evening and hopefully some normal sleep, as always your little Dragon friend 🐲🏔️💚

Lil Dragon! Stop it! I dont mind your asks you can always send them in, I do the asks I wanna do, I thus far, I really enjoy the things you send my way! Even if they're always Rominis, which I dont mind! 💚 this is also the perfect ask for me to possibly add on to the other ask you sent me which I did before, "has Rowan ever lost control" I could blend that into this one in a way :)

And thank you so so much for saying that 💜 makes it all worth it to know my stuff is enjoyed, and it makes me REALLY happy to hear that stuff, can't lie, 🥹

Big love to you 😘💜

Nightmares 🐺

Ominis stirred and turned in his bed one evening, feeling movement and noise from Rowan, he had a look of slight confusion on his face, hearing Rowan aggressively growling and snarling as he began to thrash on the sheets, Ominis reached over touching him, though he was a little frightened.

Ominis: Rowan?!

Rowan suddenly burst into his werewolf form, not knowing for a moment where he was, his mind clouded by his night terror, he reached out and gripped Ominis's throat, letting out an aggressive deep growl, his fangs inches away from Ominis's face. He was suddenly brought back to consciousness, seeing what he was doing, and Ominis looking terrified.

Ominis: R-Rowan?...

Rowan: *turns back into his human form, looking horrified himself for a moment* Ominis..Oh god *let's go of his throat* I..Shit..I'm so sorry *sits up properly on the bed, looking at Ominis and strokes his hair*

Ominis touched his own neck, feeling the deep imprint of Rowans claws at the side.

Rowan: I'm so so sorry..I..Urgh!

Ominis: Shh shh shh, its OK.. Its not your fault..Did you have a nightmare or something?

Rowan: ....Yeah..Been a while...It was..My family.. my community.. The night they all died, it was like I was there again.. Reliving it...I'm sorry..

Ominis: Stop apologising..Come here *holds open his arms*

Rowan: *deep sigh as he leans into Ominis*

Ominis: *stroking Rowans head gently*

Rowan: *feels Ominis's neck softly* I'm sor-

Ominis: Shhhhhhh. *continues to comfort Rowan*

~

[behoright]

just a little bored l b. burns x j. staal x reader

truthfully i've got some space / i want a man to fill it

summary: you help brent and jordi deal with the game loss by inviting them over to your apartment and...

wordcount: 3.8k

song: floyd - kelis

warnings: smut. unprotected sex. anal. lots of dirty talk n baby talk. size kink. an oral fixation and a slight foot fetish. a lil bit of gagging/choking. and lots of fluids. 

a/n: ummmm…. this is ALL @thejerksquad ‘s fault. it’s so nasty i’m sORRY. i’m thinking about writing an andrei/pyotr version of this story - lmk what you think. it’s horribly written but um. it’s here. hope y’all enjoy. 🙃

reminder: this is purely fiction.

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Jordan woke up with a pounding in his head. The light hurt his eyes, in disbelief that it was morning already. Every family has problems, he’d told himself over and over again. 

However, this time was different. All of the drama, the back and forth was taking too much of a toll on him, and it was getting harder to keep a smile on his face. After his wife had left him for their younger, beefier neighbor, the team had already been understanding enough toward him. He didn’t need any more sympathy; not when he had a team to lead. 

Thankfully, he had been able to nurture some new connections with guys on the team. Burnzie had gone through a very similar situation with his now ex, right before he had moved to Raleigh. It gave him hope to know that his teammate was friends with his former lover. Maybe there was some hope for him as well in the future.

Dating, however, was completely out of the question for both of them. The younger guys had pressured both at some point to get something called Tinder or what have you; but Burnzie could never remember which way to swipe if he liked a girl. Jordi didn’t have his phone on him most of the time. Everyone was too young on there, and to be fair, they weren’t 22 anymore. They had obviously seen many attractive girls that they would have loved to spend the night with. But they all wanted money, or season passes, and to be introduced to the younger guys. It was too confusing and time-consuming. 

Most days, both men would come home to their now-considered “bachelor pads”, in the same building, eat and head straight to bed. That’s unless, you counted their nights with you, their lovely neighbor. 

It wasn’t astonishing to anyone that they both were attracted to you. Duh. But they were both very aware that you were too young for them. 

You were just like one of the girls they saw on those dating apps. Unlike them, you seemed to almost take them in, instead of the other way around. During those lonely days off that they would spend alone, you were always at their doorstep with a hot plate of food. For both. So eventually, they started coming to you.

Sometimes, only Burnzie. Other times, both of them. 

They didn’t want to cross any lines, and they knew they were vulnerable, but it had been a while since they had been taken care of like this. Brent’s ex never waited up for him or asked about any of his games. And Jordie’s former wife had never touched a skillet or pan, opting instead to use his credit card to serve herself. They were both used to coming to a home that was dark, cold, and lonely, before AND after their marriage. So to no surprise, your apartment was heaven to them. Lovely decorated, hardwood floors covered with sophisticated rugs and cream-colored furniture. Brent had noticed how you always kept a candle lit and fresh flowers on your kitchen island. After you started fostering a friendship, Jordan loved that you had his favorite candy always stocked in your pantry. 

So they would both privately relish in the fantasy. Of coming home to you, to a warm meal and a warm bed. To an embrace. But those things could have never been shared. It was pure fantasy. 

As much as he didn’t want to, Rod had forced Jordan to take today off. There was something about his look, his quietness that put Rod off, so he got sent home.

Burns, on the other hand, gave it his all, but man, it was getting hard. This stretch of the season always took more out of him, but the low that came from their recent losses had taken a toll. This night, especially, after failing to get the puck into the net during the shootout. And Jordi had watched it all from his apartment, alone. 

That’s how you ended up with the two men, looking completely defeated, on your couch.

“Come.” Brent waved his hand at you, spreading his legs open on the couch. “I need something to hold and Jordi took all of the pillows.” 

You had invited them to watch a movie, get their mind off of their jobs with a good meal to accompany them. You were truly hoping it’d work, lift their spirits a bit. 

“I have a million throw pillows on my THREE couches, and you guys still manage to end up like this.” you said, your back pressed against Burnzie’s chest, his tattooed arms now wrapped around you. 

“You’re the most comfortable anyways” he whispered.

Brent had an undeniable crush on you. He had thought before that you acted way older than your age, and that thought simply just repulsed him. Was he becoming that older man that only looked at 20-year-olds? Ugh. Creepy. So he pushed it down. He’d come over and let himself be smitten by you, and sometimes he’d fall asleep with his cock in his hand, fantasies running through his head. But never in real life. 

What they both didn’t know, thanks to your poker face, was how much you loved to spend time with them. Individually, and together. There was something about them always coming back to you. They didn’t treat you like all of those guys your friends set you up with. They weren’t messy or dirty. They didn’t comment on other women’s bodies in front of you. It was a pleasure to you to have them over all the time, and perhaps those moments spent together made your underwear a little wet. But they didn’t need to know that. No harm, no foul. 

You finally all settled on the couch, the opening credits to your favorite movie playing. It wasn’t long before the atmosphere in the room started to switch. The air, suddenly, becoming thicker. Stuffier.

You were moving so much. So, so much. And Brent hated how good it felt on his lap. The pressure from your ass rubbing on him was heavenly. But it felt wrong. He couldn’t let himself get hard right now. 

“Are you settled yet? You’re moving a lot.” he uttered quietly, eyes glued to the tv.  

“It’s hard to get comfortable when you guys are taking up so much space.” you hissed, quietly. 

On the opposite end of the couch, Jordan’s hands were resting on your feet, covered by a blanket. Thankfully, he thought, you were far away enough that you couldn’t feel the bulge growing in his pants. There was something about seeing you so comfortable in between them. You looked so small, enveloped by Burnzie’s big frame. He would've done anything to switch positions with him, maybe would have finally had the guts to let his fingers trail your body. And he could tell by the way you keep rustling around that your own body was seeking a different type of pleasure. Or maybe he was simply too horny, his mind coloring everything with desire. 

Nonetheless, your chest was heaving differently tonight. Perhaps it was the thin tank top you had on, one that showed your bra. But your cheeks… they were so flushed. And Jordie had noticed his teammate getting more and more restless as well. Brent’s eyes kept rolling at all of your moves, wiping his forehead at each one of your movements. 

And now, he couldn’t hide it. 

Brent was fully hard. He was wearing sweatpants, and his length wasn’t something that he could easily hide. He knew you could feel it. He swore it. Your breathing had changed, now moving more a little more rapidly. And that bra that you had on pushed your tits higher than ever. He turned his eyes away from your body when he felt Jordi’s staring into his soul. There was something there, but Brent couldn’t quite pin down what it was. His captain raised his eyebrows at him, head nodding towards you. Brent gave him a questioning look. And Jordi’s eyes widened, biting the inside of his cheek. 

Was he insinuating that he should’ve…..?

Yes, Jordi nodded his head. “Just try.” he mouthed. 

Brent’s lips got closer to your ear. 

“You doing okay there, sweetheart?”

“Uh….yes.” you whispered.

“Are you getting warm? You seem a little flushed.” he added, beard tickling your neck.

“Are you warm?” Brent heard a hint of attitude in your voice. “Do you want me to move the blanket? Are you sure that's the best idea? Maybe we should keep ourselves covered.” 

Brent hips slightly rolled up. Jordi had heard everything, unbeknownst to you, his cock growing bigger under his own blanket. 

“We don’t need to keep anything under covers, baby. No need to worry about that.” he whispered, lips moving towards your neck. Brent started placing small pecks up and down your side, his grip on you getting tighter and closer to your chest. As he swooped his tongue on your earlobe, his eyes shot up Jordi.

Your turn, Captain. 

Jordi’s hands moved out of the blanket, beginning to rub your legs. Your head was now tilted back onto Burnzie’s shoulders, eyes fluttering at the wet feeling of him on your neck. Jordi couldn’t help but run his fingers back down to your feet, starting to move his thumbs in unison to massage them, his hips forming small circles on the couch. 

“Oh, you guys.” you moaned.

“Yeah? Is this okay?” 

“Do you want this, Y/N?” 

“Yes. God, yes.” you said, letting them take you over even more. 

This was long due. Tonight was perfect for all of you. 

Jordi brought up your left foot to his mouth, placing kisses all around it, while Brent’s hands moved to massage your breasts, his mouth working overtime on your neck. 

“You take such good care of us, Y/N.” Jordi said, switching to your other foot in the most gentle way possible. “Let us return the favor.” 

The only thing you could do is moan, your pelvis grinding up and down, feeling Brent’s hard cock on your ass. 

Burnzie’s thick fingers found their way around the cups of your bra and tank top, pushing them down and letting your tits spill out. 

“Look how beautiful you are.” Jordi added, pecking at your bare ankles. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Brent grunted, wrapping his calloused hands around your exposed chest.

He grinded into you at the feeling of your bare skin, and he was so big that it jolted your body up a little bit. It was all friction between you two, and it felt so good. One of his hands moved down to your pants.

“You’ve soaked through your shorts, baby. What a messy girl you are.” he said, keeping his grinding steady, making your tits bounce in his touch as you were moved by his lap; he eventually moved his hand to trace his fingertips up and down the cloth covering your pussy. Jordi’s lips keep moving up your legs more, becoming more open-mouthed as he crossed past your shin, your knee, and eventually landed on the inside of your thighs, his own cock looking for friction by pressing into the couch.  

��I can see how wet you are. Are you wearing underwear, baby?” he said, face inching close to your heat while Burnzie kept leaving hickeys on your neck.

“I-, I am.” 

“I think it’s about time we change that.” Burnzie growled. 

Jordi proceeded to pull down your pants, your undies momentarily sticking to your cunt before coming down. The action made both of the men ache. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You look so ready for us.” Jordi added, right before licking up your pussy, your hips bucking towards him.

He smirked, meeting his teammates’ eyes, right before stuffing his face into you. Your moans increased, uncontrollably, and you moved in the most perfect way for Brent, whose body was tightening under you. You were basically covered in love bites by now, but no one cared. Brent wanted to see his mark on you. 

Jordan was losing himself in your pussy. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done this. The first taste reminded him how much he loved to; he was parched, and you were his only source of water. He twirled his tongue around your clit, sucking and applying the most amount of toe-curling pleasure. He progressed down to your entrance, desperately lapping up at your sweet juices, wanting more and more and more. He wanted to feel your thighs tremble more, he wanted more of your taste, more of your moans. 

“That’s right baby, keep grinding your pussy on his face like that. Do you know what that’s doing to me? Can you feel how fucking hard you’re making me?” Brent grunted. 

He was doing his best to not grind his hips up too hard into you, seeing as it would jostle you around so much, but Burnzie was getting impatient. 

Before you got too close, you pried Jordan’s head away from you. He looked up at you, chin covered in spit and in you, hungry for more. 

Swiftly, you turned around and pulled Brent’s pants down to let his erection spring free. Jordi pulled your ass back into him, his tongue already out and dripping for you, and went back to eating you out as you bent your head low, twirling your tongue around Brent’s head. His cock stood straight up, precum running the side of his veiny length. He hadn’t felt a mouth on him in so long. His head went slack on the couch, eyes rolling in absolute bliss.

“Oh, fuck.” he moaned, his voice down a register already. 

You wasted no time in taking him as far down as possible, his lower body immediately going into twitches. The pleasure radiating from Jordan’s tongue dipping inside you was filling you up with an irresistible warmth. You didn’t care how big Brent was, or the fact that you were gagging and drooling all over him, globs of saliva dropping onto his pubic hair. You ran your hand down onto his base, moving between stroking him and spreading your spit onto his balls. 

“Holy fuck. Good girl, baby. You’re being so, so good for us.” he growled, stifling down his moans as much as he could. The tension in between your legs was getting stronger, Jordi’s tongue moving rapidly, his knuckles white from grabbing on your hips, doing his best at pushing as much of you into him. 

You gasped, tongue still licking Brent’s cock. 

“Oh, Jordan. Oh. Oh my god.” you moaned, a line of spit connecting your lips to Brent’s pulsating member.

“Give it to me, pretty girl.” he said, before stuffing his tongue back inside your cunt.

That was all it took for the rubberband to snap. You rested your head on Burnzie’s hip while moans ripped right out of you, trembling and creaming all over Jordan’s face. Brent was so overtaken by the whole scene that he caressed your head while you rippled through your orgasm, hand lazily stroking his wet cock. 

The two men didn’t let you catch your breath before moving around, too filled up with want for you to wait. You kept your head down and ass up, your breath still escaping you, while they both kissed all over you. 

“How about this, baby?” Jordan said, his finger circling around your tight hole. 

“Wh-, what about it?” you asked, looking back at them.

“Oh, look how easily your hole takes my finger in. You’ve played with this before, haven’t you?” he coaxed, his fingertip finding its way inside you. 

“Fuck, yes, yes.” you moaned, craving to be filled up by both of them. 

“What a dirty girl.” Brent said, grabbing your hips and turning your body around, so you were laying on your back on the couch, the two players towering over you. They both got fully underdressed, eyes never leaving you. Brent picked you up, your arms and legs automatically wrapping around him. He stuck his tongue inside your mouth, feverishly, and subtly kicked the coffee table behind them out of the way. You were all standing in the middle of your living room by the time Jordan came behind you. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your nape, his dick, rock hard and leaking, resting on the small of your back. Brent couldn’t leave your mouth, moving his face more into yours, looking for dominance. It felt dirty and messy - his fingers gripping the underside of your thighs, kisses full of spit and teeth. 

“You’re so soaked that I don’t even need lube, look.” Jordi said, spreading your juices and his spit over to your ass. You heard him spit on his cock before feeling the tip push into you. Jordan couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed sex, let alone anal. And fuck, it felt so good. The tight seal of your body on his member made his thighs tremble. Brent saw your eyebrows furrow as Jordan’s pelvis came flush with you. 

“Oh my god. It’s so good.” you moaned.

“You want me to fill your other hole, baby?” Brent asked, his tongue forcing his way onto yours again. 

“Please, Brent.” you responded, in between kisses and licks. 

“Open up.” he ordered.

You stuck your tongue out, pleasure washing all over your face from Jordan’s thrusts. Brent was strong enough that one hand and one forearm could keep you up with no problem, while Jordan kept you steady by your waist. He took his other hand and placed two fingers on your tongue.

“Suck them. Keep your mouth open and tongue out.” he barked, and you did as told, still choking out moans that came from the pressure building up in your ass. 

Brent only needed to put two fingers in your mouth in order to take up most of your space. He rubbed them back and forth, gathering your spit, and pushed them a little further into your mouth every time. His tips made it all the way to the back of your mouth, making you gag slightly and cover his digits in more saliva. 

“Good girl.” he praised, taking his hand and wiping it over the swollen folds that lay in between you two. He then sharply stuffed your cunt with his throbbing length, a tear running down your face from the stimulation. The sensation of being so full made you cry out loud.

“Be loud for us, Y/N. Be good for us, baby.” Jordan coaxed, his cock moving in and out of you. It didn’t take long for the men to find a comfortable rhythm, Brent’s hips becoming flush with you as Jordan pulled out of you. It was the most overwhelming pleasure sensation, and you couldn’t stop calling out for them, moaning and whimpering. Brent, Jordan, Brent, Jordan. 

“Louder.” they’d both order. “Louder.”

You caught the reflection of your bodies in the living room window, moving in union, standing in the middle of the room. The heat in your pelvis was rapidly coming to a boil, your nails scratching Brent’s tattooed shoulders. 

“Are you going to cum for us?” Brent said, his eyes hazy, focused on your face. 

“Let go, baby.” Jordan whispered, his torso touching your back as he fucked you deeper. 

You felt the pressure inside you explode as you squirted, releasing hard all over the two players. The more they moved, the more squirt would break out of you, spilling onto their legs. Whenever you would release, your holes would tighten around both of the men, encouraging their pace to become faster. 

You were absolutely losing it, your body screaming out for them; listening to their grunts and moans, cocks respectively filling you up and leaving you empty, and the amount of sweet nectar that you were dripping over them was unprecedented. 

“Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking hot, holy shit. This is so hot.” 

They must have signaled to each other, as they suddenly both left you empty, whimpering.

Brent set you down on the couch, kissing your forehead as he sat down next to you.

“You doing okay?” Jordan asked, stroking himself in front of you.

“More. M’need more.” you moaned, squeezing your thighs together.

Jordan chuckled, picking you up by your hips and softly setting you on top of Burnzie, both of you facing the captain. Brent wasted no time and lifted you up, his cock pulsating as he entered you. 

“Never did I ever think I would feel your asshole grip me so tight. You’re so small, fuck.” 

Jordan walked over as his friend fucked up into you from underneath, pushing himself in your pussy.

“There you go, baby. Is that all you wanted, to be filled up?”

“You’ve been such a little housewife to us. Fuck, who knew you’d be so dirty.” they said, finding their pace in and out of you again. 

It was so fucking much, and it was all you had wanted. Their groans filled up your empty apartment, sounds recoiling from the walls. 

“I’m not going to last much longer” Jordi managed to get out. 

“Please, give me more.” 

“You sound so good when you beg.” Brent grunted, now pushing your hips up and down on him. 

“More. More.” you whimpered.

Your moans and begs sent Jordan over the threshold, and before he could realize it, he came deep inside you, following his primal instincts to fill you up. Brent wasn’t much further behind as he felt your insides fill up with Jordan’s seed from where his cock was positioned.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so fucking hot” 

As soon as Jordan pulled out of you, Burnzie grabbed your hips, keeping you on top of him, and thrusted himself into your cunt, which was dripping out cum already. The last thrusts from Brent took your breath away, and you shook all over his lap, squirting once again all over them. Jordan stepped closer to you and rubbed your clit hard as you exploded again. That’s all it took for Burnzie’s hips to come flush with yours, spurting himself with a loud growl inside your walls, already covered with yours and Jordan’s cum. 

Silence filled the room, except for your chests, heaving. Your body fell completely limp on top of Brent, who was becoming soft inside you. Jordan sat down next to you.

“You okay?” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You nodded, unable to get any words out. 

“Was that alright?” Burnzie asked, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you.

“Way more than alright.” you whispered.

The player set you down, laying you on the couch, while Jordan fetched a warm washcloth to wipe you down.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” you whispered, with a chuckle, before the two guys could lay back down with you, covering you with kisses and caresses.

“It’s the least we can do.”