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vanteguccir · 4 months

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Guess who's is who | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N participates in the new Sturniolo Triplets tiktok, but doesn't actually appear in it.

Warning: None.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: I LOVE writing things like this because I really love imagining myself in the boys' life and feed my delulus.

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Y/N closed the door to her shared room with Chris, heading up the stairs as she hummed a Taylor Swift song under her breath, her eyes focused on the screen of the phone in her hands, where Twitter was open and she was reading the new Grammy's gossip.

The first thing the girl noticed when she arrived in the kitchen was the triplets all together, their backs to her and looking at the counter while laughing.

"What are you guys doing?" She asked, putting down her phone while locking the screen, putting it in her pocket, and focusing her attention on the three brothers.

Chris turned around quickly, having been startled by the sudden appearance of his girlfriend, placing his right hand on his own chest while calming his breathing.

"Hi Y/N!" Matt smiled, waving his left hand in a quick wave.

"Hi Matty." She replied with a soft smile, moving closer to the three and looking at the counter, her eyebrows furrowing when she saw several of the triplets' things scattered around the space. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked again, leaning her right shoulder against Chris's chest as she felt his left arm surround her, bringing her close.

"It's for a tiktok, it's a little game where the fans will have to guess what belongs to who." Nick explained, holding his phone with both hands in the air, the rear camera facing the table, ready to take a picture of the first items.

"But there are things of mine in there." Y/N commented, seeing some of her beauty items among the others.

"Yes, that's because Chris carries your stuff everywhere." Matt said with a shrug. "That part of the products are things that we carry in our backpack or in our pants pocket."

A sound of understanding left the girl's mouth as she snuggled closer against Chris, watching Nick take pictures of all the items separately.

It was true that Chris took a lot of her things with him, even if Y/N already stated that he didn't need to do it, it was the boy's habit since it had previously occurred to her that she needed something and felt frustrated for not having it with her at the moment. With that, Chris made it his little mission to always buy two of the girl's essential items and carry one of each with him too, either in his backpack or, depending on the size, in the pocket of his sweatpants or jeans.

Furthermore, Y/N's have also an habit to stick stickers on everything she owned (toiletry and make-up bag, purse, phone or tablet case, etc.), and after her relationship with Chris became something more serious and intimate over a year ago, the girl started sticking stickers on his things too.

It was something that amused her and that the boy loved, he said that when they weren't together, he just needed to look at his wallet or his laptop and he would see a little piece of her with him.

Y/N smiled warmly when she saw each of these things in each picture that was taken:

The first one with the laptops, in the middle of all the colorful stickers there was a teddy bear with a pink bow around its neck;

In the second, the wallets one, Chris's was decorated by the Prada brand and by an small sticker of a striped heart on the upper left;

In the third one, with the jewelry was a hair tie in the color of Y/N's hair;

In the fourth, the backpacks one, Chris's also had a pearlescent keychain hanging with a baby pink tube of hand sanitizer;

In the sixth one with the headphones, Chris's only had one little letter in pink, the initial of Y/N's name;

In the seventh, the care products one, in the middle of Chris's products was a lip gloss from Rhode and a small tube of hand cream from Sol de Janeiro.

Of course, if the girl were to look for her everyday bag right now, she would have a million of Chris's things too, since he was a guy who liked self-care. It was something personal for them, a way of taking care of each other and always carrying a little piece of their lover.

Chris lowered his head slightly, sniffing the scent of fresh shampoo from Y/N's hair before sealing his lips over the top of her head for a few seconds, hiding his smile as he noticed all the little parts of his girl among his things.

The boy shook his head slightly, the comments on that tiktok would go crazy, and he was all for it.

"Now, who's hungry?" The girl asked after Nick took the last picture, smiling when she heard the oldest shout that he was and Matt smiled, nodding his head while saying that he was too.

"Can you make mac and cheese in that way that I really like? Pretty please?" Chris asked, turning her so she was facing him and smiling big.

She nodded while laughing lowly, rising on her tiptoes and kissing Chris's lips quickly before walking over to the fridge, grabbing all the items to make the dinner requested.

A smile spread across her face when she turned around again and saw the triplets glued to each other, smiling as they looked at Nick's phone screen, probably reviewing the pictures he took.

She shook her head in amusement, placing the items in the sink before fishing her phone out of her pocket and taking a quick picture of the three, making a mental note to send it to Nick later, already knowing that it would probably be in the next photo dump.

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Extra - comments:

"the fact that the tiktok was about guessing what belongs to who but it was obvious what was Chris's because of the little Y/N things he has in the middle of his own 😭"

"THIS IS SO CUTE OMG"

"the hair tie 😫"

"you know Y/N has good taste when she uses SOL DE JANEIRO hand cream"

"Y/N the biggest clean girl on this site"

"the teddy bear sticker 🥺"

"I'm sure there must be a picture of Y/N inside Chris's wallet"

~ "petition for Chris to make that trend "picture in my wallet" ✏️📄"

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j4ygyu · 27 days

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confessing to his mute crush | pjs

pairing: jay x deaf!reader

genre: complete fluff

summary: jay and deaf reader both seem to like each other, just when he thinks that his confession was a pure failer the reader does something surprising.

“i. hope. i. am. not. late” jay signed and chuckled as he fixed his cross body bag standing nervously infront of you which got out of place while he was running to the stop you had asked him to be at.

you smile at him, knowing he recently had learned sign language just to be able to communicate with you and so he was, a little slow and not so clear.

you loved cycling alot, and bought this brand new bicycle and you had asked him if he wanted to spend a day out riding it and then go off to the beach and sit there.

jay and you met through the same animal care shelter you guys volunteered to work at, his charming smile immediately caught your attention. however it was hard to communicate with your muteness, you only knowing sign language and him knowing none of it.

however within a span of few months, jay started learning it to be able to communicate with you.

it made your heart flutter, i mean it’s the effort and dedication. still you asked yourself ‘does he even like me back?’

“is. this. the. new. cycle. that. you. bought?”he asked as you nodded and got off it, you touched the cute basket decorated with a small miffy teddy and a pink bow, it also had the dirty wrapper of chocolate you ate earlier.

embarrassed, you took it out and threw it somewhere on the ground.

“i decorated it” you signed as he looked at you and smiled, making you blush as you looked away, anywhere but his eyes.

“예쁘다” he said, even though you obviously didn’t hear him you read his lips quickly anyways. signing a quick thank you you sit back on your cycle and signal him to sit.

he sits behind you hands on your shoulder as you begin to hit the pedal and ride around the city.

some moments later you feel jay’s hand shifting from your shoulder to your waist now that you’re cycling in a well pace.

the wind blows on your face blowing your hair back at his face too, you hit the break for a moment and turn around and give him an apologetic look.

he smiles at you taking your hair and putting them to one side of your shoulder and keeping his chin on the other, staring at you the entire time he does so.

you squirm and try to get used to the feeling of his charp chin on your shoulder as it’s digging through.

you shove the feeling off as you start riding again, this moment was really perfect for you, everything was so good. a nice cloudy, windy weather with your favorite person friend hugging you by the waist and face on your shoulder, what a dream really.

you guys rode the cycle around the city, stopping by a store to get ice cream, as you parked your cycle near the store you guys stood on the footpath and he bought some ice cream.

you looked at him to see if he finished his and you caught him staring at you, he pretended to look around and controlled his cheeky smile but then something else caught your attention wired headphones connected to his phone in his pocket.

you grab them and gain his attention as he looks back at you “you like music?” he nodded and took his phone put of the pocket searching for something.

curiously, you stared as you got closer to see his screen “this. is. my. favorite. song” he signed enthusiastically as you widen your eyes giving him a cheering gesture.

you stopped as you looked at him “i wish i could listen to it.. it must be nice” silence filled the space between both of you as you stared deep into you while smiling “it is.”both of you finished the ice cream before it melted.

after cycling and strolling around the pretty city here you were sitting on the rocks of the beach as the wind blew every once in a while.

jay had this thing forever in his mind, he loved you he loved you so damn much. everything you did got him screaming internally to wife him up.

“it’s fun being with you, you know?” you signed as jay felt his heart racing a million times in a second what could she mean by that? she probably meant as a friend right? or am i letting my stupid thoughts take over.

“thank. you.” he says as you close your eyes and give him the widest smile.

being with him made you feel full, it made you feel like finally you had a friend. but you quickly fell in love with him because of his mannerisms.

even though at school no one really bullied you, but there wasn’t something big for someone to findi you interesting. emptiness fill inside of you, as for others you were just there, not enough things to be interesting for someone. or atleast for the people around you. jay knew these very well that’s why he hated the fact he fell in love with you so fast and was worried that you might reject him because of how fast everything would happen.

but little did he know that your feelings were pretty.. mutual you can say.

there was a wooden stick in your hand with which you were doodling on the beach sand with, jay was observing each and every move.

with that lavender sundress you were wearing it made everything 10 times cuter in his eyes. the way the wind slightly blew back your hair but you kept on fixing it.

you started moving the stick and you wrote your name’s inital with did adding a unfilled heart after it and looked at jay “want to try?” you ask bringing the stick closer to him as he accepts it.

he looks at you for a second passing you a lovestruck look.

J +

he writes before your names inital as you shoot him a confusing look with a nervous smile.

he looks at you as his smile drops, emotions very visible in his eyes.

he adds an equals to sign between your inital and the unfilled heart, following with filling the unfill heart that you drew.

your smile drops as you stare back at him, completely in shock and he stares back with a regretful look in his eyes.

you watch him take a big breath after looking at your reaction, not quite promising is it.

“i. like. you.” you sit there, puzzled. you don’t know whether to do something or cry, the moment feels unreal.

it all felt so quick that you didn’t realise you haven’t responded to him yet for about past five minutes atleast.

his hopeful looks now dies as he apologizes and stands up, “i am sorry, i am sorry, sorry i should leave i should probably leave.” he says as you try to read his lips “sorry…. should leave” you could pick up some of the words not many because of how rapid and low his mouth worked.

you watch him stand up quickly wearing his bag not even sparing another glance at you as he starts walking away.

you felt your cheeks getting warm as everythinf starts getting blurry due to the upcoming tears.

you shake and get up dropping your own bag on the floor.

“stay”

did i say it right? you swore you heard the vibrations in your body of your own voice. not fully hearing what you said or if you said it right or no.

breathing heavily, jay stops in his tracks as he turns around and stares at you in disbelief as you break down. right on that spot you were standing at.

the word wasn’t clear and mix of broken and light cracks of course, a very weak one because of the vocal chords.

you felt bad for making him wait for so long or making his excitement go away for taking your no response as rejection.

you were just shocked, he actually liked you back? your entire life you felt so neglected and behind just because you were deaf, but now some thing good is finally.. happening?

now standing in a distance both of you staring at each other as he watches uncontrollable tears flow down your face as you sign a ‘i like you too.” while lowering your head and start sobbing.

jay runs back to you and closes the distance, both of you hug like losers.

because of the closeness you can feel his body vibrations and shivering, as you realise that he is crying you push him back to see his eyes now your eyes widened “why are you crying silly i should be the one crying..”

he just shrugs while trying to give you a smile and crying.

you bring your hands to wipe his tears off as you hold his face. his hands naturally rest on your waist.

for a short moment you guys look deep into each other’s eyes as you lean in signaling for a kiss.

you felt him giggling like a teenage boy as he leaned in and pressed his soft lips to yours.

he could taste the strawberry ice cream you ate earlier on your lips, your scent filling his nostrils and working as a hypnosis.

you pull away taking a long breath, “wasn’t it too long for a first kiss?” you sign while wiping away your own tears now and laughing.

once again complete silence fills the beach as the only thing playing if only you could hear, was the sound of the waves. both of you completely lost in each other’s eyes, it was like your eyes are speaking it all for you.

but you noticed it, you noticed he was holding back a reply so you hit his chest “say it. say what you want to say.”

he broke the eye contact looking away at the sea, the waves coming and hitting the shore as his stupid smile came back on his face.

he looked back at you and fixed your hair, brought his hands back to himself and signed at you.

“i. could. kiss. you. for. an. eternity.”

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sunandsstars · 5 months

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YAWNETU

CHAPTER 9

Tonowari x Ronal x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals

Warnings: Mentions war, Pregnancy, Mean dad

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: thank you for those who have been patient with me! I know i abandoned you all for a bit but here’s chapter 9, i might rewrite it since the first bit seems a bit rushed but let me know what you guys think!

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The Metkayina pair became good mates for her, they were understanding, loving, protective, everything she had ever hoped for in the past, a dream she once had that now became a reality.

Tonowari hunted for the rarest of pearls outside the reef and crafted pretty necklaces and beaded tops for his new wife, his love was more physical, he enjoyed creating new clothes and loved decorating ___’s hair with small shells and sea glass, his wives only deserved the best after all.

Ronal showed her loved in different ways though, she cooked for the growing family, took care of any wounds, accompanied ___ wherever she went and taught her all she knew about being a Tsahík in hopes that she can learn and become one herself in the future.

Together the three thrived and eventually moved into one large marui with the perfect view of the sunset and sunrise each and every day. The house had much more space for their children too, who were all growing as the years went on, there were even new additions to the family, such as Tsireya, their first daughter and Ronal’s second born.

___ often thought about having more children, but birthing twins, especially in the circumstance she was in, was enough to put her off for a while. But with her new happy family, she continues to ponder what it would be like, she now lives in a more stable environment with mates who adore her and her boys so it was only right for her to think.

“Yawnetu, what is on your mind?”

Tonowari glanced up from the net he was weaving, cocking his head to the side and blinking, usually at this time of the day his wife would be chattering away about what she has been up to while he was hunting, but alas he was met with silence most of the evening. It was obvious something else took up her thoughts, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Snapping her head towards her husband, a purple hue took over ___’s pretty face “I am sorry, what was it you said? I was not paying attention”

Tonowari chuckled and put down the unfinished net, getting on his hands and feet and shuffling quickly next to her, cupping her face. “I know you were not, that is why I asked what you were thinking of” he leaned in and brushed his nose against hers, foreheads connecting.

___’s slightly larger ears twitched at his words, eyes widening, should she tell him?

Just as she was about to open her mouth loud shouting echoed from outside the marui, interrupting the couple peace. Tonowari leaned back and sighed, eyes closing and a hand coming to rub his temple, what could be causing such a racket late into the evening?

As the shouting drew closer it was clear to make out the voices and words, the concern that once appeared in ___’s yellow orbs died down into amusement.

“No! That is mine! I will tell sa’nu!”

“She will agree with me anyway, you must share! It is not fair you get to have this all day!” Two young na’vi scrambled into the hut, bickering and sticking tongues out at each other. One held an akula toy made out of mangrove wood, waving it around like a prize he had won. “Sa’nu! Tell this skxawng to share!”

Syatxì pouted at his greener brother, glaring daggers into bluer eyes, his yellow gaze fell onto his mother who hid a laugh behind her hand, frowning even more at the lack of help. “Mama, tell him off!” he pointed a finger at Ao’nung who stuck his tongue out once more.

“Now why must your mother solve all of your problems?” Tonowari stood up and crossed his arms, analysing his sons who quickly stood to attention. “You two are warriors are you not?”

“Srane!”

“Then you must fight your own battles. Your mother should not be doing so, instead of her looking after you, you must look after her” the boys were fast to nod intently, taking in the words like it was a quest they must complete, and in a way it was. “Warriors do not depend on the fight of others, you must think for yourselves, what would better the situation -“

“Tonowari” Another figure emerged from the entrance to their home, walking inside with the steps of a leader, behind her skipped in another two smaller figures, peaking out between the Tsahìk’s legs. “Must you do this now?” Ronal huffed and placed a few bowls down, squatting by her pile of herbs and sifting through them.

“Ronal, they need to learn”

“And they will, husband” the woman glanced up and offered a small smile, “in due time” she then moved to sit next to her wife, cupping the back of her head as an intimate gesture.

___ patted the space between her legs to offer her daughter a place to sit as the family talked, quickly getting to work adjusting her thick hair “my sons, fighting is not the answer. Sharing is what we do as a family, and Ao’nung, do not call your brother names”

It was Ao’nung’s turn to pout as his counterpart cackled in his face, snatching the akula toy and running away. “Hey!”

Happiness is simple.

That’s what ___ told herself as she watched her boys play, Sylwaì rushing to join in the fun as they soon decided to leave for the waters and explore before dinner.

Her family meant everything to her, she has a home now and has a life with people who appreciate and care for her as much as she does them. “I appreciate you both, I love you in ways i cannot express” she whispered, kissing the top of Tsireya’s head as she jumped up to follow her older brothers who called for her.

“And we love you yawnetu” Tonowari sat on her other side, kissing her shoulder. “You know, you still have not told me what was on your mind earlier, you were thinking very heavily”

“I want another child”

Ronal stopped poking the fire pit that was suspended above the water, inhaling a breath and turning her head to look at her mates with eyes that shined with growing glee. “You do?” her tail started swishing behind her, despite her best efforts to be calm and mellow.

“Srane. Maybe not right now, but at some point, I want children of your blood, and mine”

“It is decided!” The Olo’eyktan jumped and picked ___ up by the thighs, hoisting her up and she squealed, laughing at his joy. “When you are ready, we mate, again, and you will bear our next kin” he rubbed his nose against hers, placing her back on the floor by her feet.

Ronal soon joined and kissed ___’s shoulder sweetly, a small grin on her face “it was about time you said that, I was afraid ‘wari might explode otherwise”

“Ronal!”

Yes, happiness was simple.

It was times like these where Neytiri most thought of her, the beads in her hands resembled the amber of her eyes and the pattern of the bracelet reminded her of her hair.

___ never left her thoughts ever since she left all those years ago. The tsakeram has physically moved on, after her search for the women was left with no progress she decided to pray to Eywa to keep the small family of three safe on their travels to wherever they go and hope for the best. Mentally, Neytiri is sad, her heart still aches and yearns for her lost mate, and if she can turn back time she would, just to change who she was.

“What are you thinking of?” Jake put his bow away, finished with cleaning the exterior and replacing the string, his head turned towards his wife and cocked a brow, noting her silence.

“___”

Jake paused, face turning to look at the ground by his feet, ears going down, just like Neytiri he is haunted by his actions, but he tried to forget about them rather than acknowledge them. He was a brute, a shit ‘mate’ and abandoned his sons before they were even born. It’s thoughts like those that push him to step down from his mighty position as a leader, but the clan needs him, so he stays.

“I have faith that she is safe somewhere” Jake replied, nodding his head to reassure himself. ___ was strong, she would have found somewhere to be.

Neytiri sighed and tied off the bracelet, “and what if she was turned away, for her sons? What if she never found anywhere safe to begin with? what if -“ large hands cupped her face and a nose bumped hers, Jake smiled a little at her rambling, but it was a sad smile, he does not know how to answer those questions, he thinks the same as her deep down.

“The twins were born looking like true na’vi, there is no way they would find out about them without ___ saying so”

The warrior nodded her head, sighing in defeat and kissing her mates cheek, for now she would get on with her other chores, later she will ponder again. It was like a cycle she can never break out of, one that leaves her dreaming dreamless nights and going about her day on autopilot.

“Sa’nok!” Kiri jumped into her mothers lap, rushing to get away from the sticky hands of her brother, Lo’ak, who was chasing her with the intent of throwing tree sap in her hair. “Hide me from him! He will not leave me alone!”

Lo’ak roared and ran up to the pair, squealing when he was picked up and dangled upside down by his father, “Dad! Put me down!” he wriggled and tried to escape the Olo’eyktan’s firm grip.

Jake chucked and continued to gently swing him, “Kehe, what did I tell you about terrorising your sister? you worm”

“Not to do it in front of sa’nok!”

“Hey!” Jake bellowed a laugh as he put his youngest down, catching Neytiri’s judging face aimed straight at him and quickly stopped his laughing, pretending to act serious for the sake of his wife. “Kids will be kids” he shrugged, trying to play the innocent husband with a coy smile.

His wife just huffed, a grin stretching onto her face as she felt a kick in her stomach, hand instantly going to soothe the ache. “Little one wants to join in the fun, it seems”

Kiri gasped as she felt the slight pound on her back, turning to face her mothers bloated stomach and leaning down, smooshing her face against it “I want my sister out, I am tired of being the only true girl, there is only so much me and Lo’ak can talk about”

“Kiri! I am NOT a girl you turd!”

Kiri just ignored her brother in favour of focusing her attention on her new unborn sibling. “How do you know it will be a girl ‘ite?” the youngling shrugged and smiled a little.

“I just have a feeling” she sung. The marui entrance suddenly flapped open with force, another little boy rushing inside, panting slightly.

“Lo’ak! Stop running away from me!” Neteyam went and tackled him, dogpiling onto his younger brother who laughed loudly, the two wrestling for fun. Kiri snorted and rolled her eyes ‘boys’

Jake kneeled next to his mate, kissing the back of her neck and sighing quietly, his family bringing him the comfort he desperately needed, but yet he still feels incomplete. His heart yearned for the missing pieces, his missing sons and his missing mate.

One day he will find them.

A new star appeared in the sky. It was small to the naked eye, almost unnoticeable, but to someone who has studied the stars day in and day out for the past 14 years, it looked out of place, glowing brighter than the others around it, twinkling brighter and brighter as the minutes past.

“Hey” Jake nudged his wife awake from where she laid on his chest, still staring up into space. His distant look urged Neytiri to turn her head up into his line of sight, eyes widening and jaw going slack.

“No, this cannot be” In the far distance, the bright light zoomed down onto Pandora, red hot fire raging down onto the planet with a mission. Everything around the ships caught fire and the flames spread too quickly, the creatures of Pandora screeching and rushing to escape.

Neytiri ran to a higher viewpoint, jumping over logs and dodging yerik who fled in the opposite direction, a cry escaped her lips and she watched her home, once again, fall victim to the humans who once destroyed her planet in a time she thought long had past. The Na’vi crouched and sobbed, feeling the arms of her mate surrounding her who had his ears pinned back, watching the sight of the forest going up in flames.

His nightmares never seemed to end, Jake could only wonder if this was the great sorrow Moat talked about all these years ago.

A year passed from the return of the human race, the humans and na’vi who lived near hells gate moved up to the floating mountains for safety. Always preparing for war, always going to fight.

Spider was squatted over various bowls of blue paint, redoing the stripes that littered all over his body, sticking his tongue out in concentration. Behind him, Kiri worked swiftly and accurately, painting stripes in places he cannot see or reach.

“I still don’t understand why you paint yourself like this”

“I told you, it’s to blend in” Spider turned and faced the much taller girl, looking at the stripes on her body to try and mimic on his own. “When I do this, I look like one of you, the animals respect me more. Plus, I run faster”

“Sure monkey boy. The animals probably don’t want to taste the berries when they eat you” Kiri snorted, dipping her hand in more blue paint and going back to paining his biceps.

“Hey! I am na’vi, just like you” Spider scooped a large glob of paint, although still small compared to the amount Kiri had, and launched it at her face.

“Oop!”

Sudden footsteps interrupted their playful banter, little padding of feet getting closer behind the pair. “Spider! Kiri! The war party has returned! They are back! Come on! Come on!” Tuktirey rushed over and grabbed both of their arms, dragging her sister and friend along to the edge of high camp, watching as banshees shouted as they flew by and landed.

Shouting can be heard by the cliff, the evident voice of their father talking sternly to their brothers, Kirk’s ears went down and she sighed, going behind Neteyam and looking at his evident wounds.

“You spot bogeys! That was your one job! You spot them and you report them, from a distance!” Jake got up to the boys faces, waving his hands like a madman.

“I’m sorry sir, it was my fault” Neteyam lowered his head, disappointed that he let his father down again.

“When are you gonna stop taking the heat from this knucklehead?” Jake glared at him, eyes going to Lo’ak who stood silent, feeling his little sister moving his arms around. “And you? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Ma Jake. Your son is bleeding” Neytiri interrupted, eyes concentrated on her husband who was evidently stressed. Her tail curled in slight annoyance, heart pumping from the adrenaline she felt in the fight. Jake looked at his wife and sighed, hand going to his temples.

“Go to your grandmother. Now” As Neytiri took Neteyam by the arm and followed her daughters to her mothers tent, she turned around to observe Lo’ak who was left standing in front of her husband. “You understand what your actions caused?”

“Yes sir”

“You could have gotten your brother killed” Lo’ak’s ears went down, he hated disappointing his father. “No flying for a month. See to every ikran, get them taken care of” and with that Jake stormed off, shaking his head and muttering curses under his breath, the ringing in his ears won’t stop, and unlike Neytiri his heart pumps from fear not adrenaline.

‘I could have lost them’

“Yawnetu” Ronal stalked over to her wife who fed the young ilu in the pen, a deep frown on her face at the news she was about to deliver. “The Omaticaya in the forest, they are at war once again”

___’s ears twitched and pulled back, she knew that the star she saw a year ago was not from any constellation she has memorised since her childhood, she had a feeling that the tawtute have returned, but has been keeping her mind occupied to forget.

Her heart continued to hurt though.

“I know, my love. I worry for my family back home” especially Spider, who she prays to Eywa every night to keep safe. Ronal rested her hands upon her lovers shoulders, sighing deeply, she knows that her wife is hurting inside, but the tsahìk can only offer comfort, not truly in the midst of war yet. Somehow Awa’atlu has stayed away from the tulkun huntings, and she hopes Eywa can keep them safe for a little longer. Sooner or later though she knows that war will be amongst their side of the reef, it was only a matter of time.

Ronal then took her hands off ___’s shoulders and stood straight, “I must continue with my duties today, join me?” the forest na’vi shook her head, she was planning to join some of the women to go into the reef to pick some plants needed for food and healing.

“Not at this moment, I must join some of the divers today” the metkayinan nodded and smiled a little, moving away from the ilu pen to wherever she was needed. ___ went back to throwing fish at the creatures in the sea, giggling when the young ones brushed against her legs. The smile she displayed was hardly genuine, but it was enough to fool outsiders who do not know her well enough.

The woman soon slips out of the water, putting down the empty baskets to be filled later and moved to where she was to meet the other ladies. The day ahead was something that she would soon come to dread, unknownst to her the past she once sought herself leaving would soon come crashing into her life tenfold.

But being unaware for the meantime was bliss.

The ladies were kind to her and the job was easy enough, she finished within a few hours into the morning, deciding to rest by the edge of the reef chatting away with her friends of a few years now. Gossiping about their husbands, as wives do.

‘’Do not get me wrong, I adore my mate, but sometimes he is just so overbearing! Why do I need to take two spears with me when I am outside the reef! I can very much handle myself’’ Tayal huffed, tail slapping the ground in slight annoyance from this mornings hunt. She was a seasoned hunter, extremely skilled and praised by the elders for her work, but her husband was just too cautious.

Sayala rolled her eyes and smiled at her ‘’your mate just looks out for you, if you do not like his actions then it is best to talk to him. I, for one, do not have an overbearing mate but he does snore very loudly when he sleeps. So loud that it wakes me up sometimes! I wish that I had your problem’’ The group laughed, ___ patting her shoulder in pity.

‘’If Tonowari were to ever do that then Ronal would shun him to sleep onto the ocean floor. I am lucky that he does not pose any problems late at night’’ She giggled, catching the interest of some of the ladies.

‘’My Tsahìk! You have two mates, what is that like?’’ The question caught her slightly off guard until she remembered that it is extremely rare for Na’vi to hold more than one lover, even then it is usually preserved for important figures of the clan.

‘’Well, it is normal for me, I have had two mates ever since I came of age, they are wonderful to me and the kids, I am just thankful to Eywa for guiding me here to them’’ ___ rubbed her swollen stomach, thanking the great mother for what has become of her, Tayal hummed, basking in the light that is ___.

But the Na’vi cannot help but wonder, her Tsahìk has become of age long before she joined Awa’atlu and she could not have been mated to her leaders since then, not to mention her two sons who were not of Metkayina blood (although she did not bat an eye at the latter, sometimes women have children without mates). Is ___ hiding something from them? But before she could ponder any longer their conversation was abruptly disrupted.

A horn sounded through the village, reaching far to the Na’vi who sat at the edge of the reef. They all yipped and cried out at the warning signal, abandoning their chores and standing tall from their crouches. ‘Visitors? What could this mean?’

‘’Look! Up there!’’ One of the woman pointed to the sky where ikran glided through the air, on top sitting forest Na’vi shouting to each other in panic, not expecting a horn to greet them as they entered. It alerted the village to the visitors, and while it was inevitable, attention was not something that they wanted to bring towards them for the time being.

___’s breath hitched at the familiar ikran colours, if these are the Na’vi who she thinks they are then- ‘’___ come! We must see who they are’’. But the Omaticayan could only sigh, already knowing the answers to the question her friend seeks guidance for, ikran are unique in their patterns, there are no two banshees who look the same. The two large creatures at the head of the formation could only belong to the Na’vi she once ran away from.

Ao’nung stalked through the crowded beach, coming to the forefront of the commotion with hard eyes, Rotxo trailing behind him. His gaze caught the yellow orbs of the two Sully boys who watched him with slight wonder, having never seen another Na’vi race before the Omaticaya. Inwardly the boy cringed, seeing similarities between his brothers and these…people. This was going to be difficult.

‘’Is that supposed to be a tail?’’ His smaller companion laughed slightly, pointing towards the skinny appendage which curled in anticipation. Ao’nung averted his gaze towards it and scoffed, smirking when the older boy of the two brothers turned his head to look at him. ‘’How are they supposed to swim-‘’

‘’Do not, Rotxo, Ao’nung’’ a sweet voice called out, small hand hitting the back of her brothers heads and blue eyes rolling at their stupidity. They were trying to look intimidating and it was obvious, making fun of these newcomers who looked the exact same as some of their family members. It was rude, and extremely unnecessary, these people are guests here, and as the chiefs daughter, she will show them the kindness that her idiot brothers will not do.

Tsireya noted the absence of her mother and two brothers, being suddenly reminded that their presence would be appreciated, if not for the sake of her people then perhaps the sake of these newcomers. Her head moved to look at one of the boys face to face, dipping down and smiling apologetically. ‘’Hey’’ He tipped his head up and smiled a small smirk, trying his luck with making friends with the people who he would be potentially living with. Friends, or something more?

Tsireya grinned and chuckled at his awkwardness, finding it sweet that despite the predicament they find themselves in, he still shows kindness towards her.

Hoots and shouts alerted the clan that their leaders were in the vicinity, Tsireya’s father landing in the water nearby on his large skimming. He waded out of the water, eyes never leaving the newcomers and raised his brows as he got closer, it was Toruk Makto, whom he met during the great clan meetings.

“I see you, Jake Sully”

“I see you Olo’eyktan”

“Neytiri te Tskaha Mo’at’ite” they formally greeted each other, fingers to their forehead and dipping them in the accustomed manner of their people. ‘’What brings your family to our side of the reef?’’

Jake and his wife shared eye contact briefly, unsure on what to say and afraid of saying the wrong thing, they were tired of travelling, tired of war, they could not go on much longer. ‘’We seek uturu’’

‘’Uturu?‘’ a new voice called out, appealed and confused. Ronal sauntered up to Toruk Makto and sized him up with a glare, moving on to his wife who bowed in respect of the tsahik. Her blue eyes caught the sight of their children and waltzed up to them, moving around them like an akula and inspecting their aura.

‘’Srane, we seek a sanctuary for our family’’ Jake’s tail curled in nervousness, he hasn’t felt this scared since that day he had to prove himself to the Omaticaya, warning them and getting them to believe him when the skypeople were attacking hometree.

‘’We are reef people, you are from the forest, your skills mean nothing to us here’’ Tonowari announced to the family, voice strong and firm. He was wary about their arrival, it was sudden and unexpected. He knew of the war happening overseas, everyone does, but has it become so bad that they seek refuge in another clan?

Jake cringed at the harshness in the leaders gaze, so used to respect from his people back home that he forgets his place in others. His ears picked up the whimpers of his youngest as she clung to his legs, scooting away from Ronal’s piercing gaze and scalding touch. ‘’Their arms are thin’’ her voice rang through the crowd, stopping any chatter, ‘’and their tails are too weak, they will be slow in the water’’ she ignored Kiri’s small outcry when her tail was yanked a little too harshly.

But the Tsahik’s calculating gaze quickly turned to critique and panic once her eyes caught onto the girls hand, she snatched it from where it hung limp and brought it into the air to show her people, ‘’these children.. are not even true Na’vi!’’ She grabbed onto one of the boy’s hand with her free one and raised it too, to show who they truly are, ‘’they have demon blood!’’

Gasps rung out among the Metkayina, not expecting the very aliens to destroy Pandora to come across the sea to their island for sanctuary, hisses vibrated through some of them, hostility in their blue orbs. ‘’Yes we are!’’ Kiri snatched her hand back and glared, subtly moving closer to her mother who narrowed her eyes, not liking the way this woman, clan leader or not, spoke about her children.

Jake felt panic course through him at the judgemental gazes being directed to their small group, this was not going to plan. ‘’Hey..look! Look at this! I was a skyperson but now i am Na’vi! We can adapt, we will adapt right?’’ He showcased his five fingers to the Tsahik who watched his pinky finger poke outwards curiously. Murmurs of small ‘yeah’s’ rung through the Omaticayans as they agreed with him.

‘’My husband was Toruk Makto. He brought the clans to victory against the skypeople’’ Neytiri stepped forward, trying to assert herself. She will not let her family suffer once more just because she was turned away by this disrespectful Na’vi.

Ronal scoffed, glare hardening. Eywa so help her if this outsider continued to scorn her and her position in her own clan, ‘’is this what you call victory? Hiding, among strangers’’ her eyes flicked from Neytiri to her husband and back ‘’it seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one’’

A sharp hiss interrupted her sentence, sharp teeth obstructing Ronal’s vision. On instinct she hissed back, ears flattening to her skull, unaware of the worried look her mate shared with Jake.

Tonowari decided to put an end to this feud before the women fought with spears, ‘’Toruk Makto is a mighty warrior, all Na’vi people know his story. But your people are at war and us Metkayina, we have stayed away from the conflict. We do not want you to bring this fight to us’’

‘’I am done with war’’ Toruk Makto picked Tuktirey up who clung to his neck like a lifeline ‘’I just want to keep my family safe, please’’

‘’Let them stay’’

The crowed parted once more to reveal a dark blue figure emerging from a sea of green, pearls dangling delicately on her heavy figure. ‘’Let them’’ she repeated, eyes darting from Tuktirey to the other children, and then to her mates, ‘’they come from a place of war, ‘wari. That is no place for children to live’’

‘’___’’ Ronal snapped her head towards her wife, tail lashing in anticipation ‘’you do not mean that, look at them. Demons’’. The mentioned woman’s ears lowered and she frowned, opening her mouth to remind her partners of where she came from, where her sons came from, but instead of any words coming out, only a puff of air escaped.

She closed her eyes and huffed, opening them once again and looking up, yellow clashing with blue. ___ stared intently into Ronal’s eyes, hoping to convey the message she so wishes to speak aloud. Luckily, the pair have known each other long enough to be able to understand one another without words, they say that the eyes are the window to the soul.

Ronal conducted a slow blink and pursed her lips, nodding her head, partly in concern to what the future may hold if she let these outsiders in her home. ‘’It is decided’’ Tonowari began, turning to face the crowd and raising his arms to gain the attention of the Metkayina ‘’Toruk Makto and his family will stay, treat them as your brothers and sisters for they do not know the sea, they will be like babies taking their first breath’’

At that Neytiri looked towards the sand, a sudden memory popping into her mind, her ears lowered and frowned, only straightening up when feeling the hand on her shoulder being squeezed. Kiri noted the sudden tenseness in her mother’s posture as soon as this third mate of the chief appeared in front of them, she was as blue and as slim as them, same tail and large ears. The girl recognised the familiar beads and weaving patterns on her clothes, despite the difference in material, this stranger was from the Omaticaya clan.

‘’Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless’’ the large man huffed, turning to make heavy eye contact with Jake, the rider of shadow dropping his youngest onto the ground and smiling in gratitude, patting Tuktirey on her back.

‘’Well what do we say guys? Irayo’’ The Sully’s coreoused, some more enthusiastic than others, Kiri rolling her eyes and sighing. Her father straightened up from his slight kneeling position for his daughter and nodded his head to his new chief, then turning his head to acknowledge his wives with a swallow, afraid of the Tsahik’s each for entirely different reasons.

___’s breath hitched when yellow clashed together, tail curling upright in anticipation, her old mate then nodded to her like he did her husband out of politeness and notably swallowed, averting his eyes back onto the sand, afraid that if he were to look into her eyes any longer he’ll get swallowed into a pit of shame, one that he wont ever crawl out of.

‘’My son Ao’nung’’ Tonowari gestured towards one of his boys who decided to show up, mentally going through the scalding he will carry out later ‘’and daughter Tsireya, will show your children what to do’’

Ao’nung’s ears flattened into his skull, not liking the idea of being buddy-buddy with these weirdos ‘’but sempul-‘’ a large blue hand rose infront of the boys face and he immediately paused his speaking in respect.

‘’It is decided’’

That respect was soon lost.

Ao’nung rolled his eyes and glared at the sand beneath his feet, tempted to kick it out off frustration but not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the people. Luckily, Tsireya felt the anger that radiated off of him and decided to speak up, ‘’come, we will show you our village’’ she waved them over in the direction of their new home, once they acquired their things.

This was going to be a long day.

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cherubfae · 3 months

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love letters || hazbin x reader

with Alastor, Lucifer, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Husk, & Vox!

You think you're being sooo sneaky leaving all these sweet love letters for your favorite guy. You're not. They 100% know but if they'll do anything about it is another question entirely.

tags: gn!reader! but implied male/masc reader for Angel ofc :3 mostly fluff!! mildly suggestive in Luci's & Vox's, slight angst for Angel, mention of alcohol consumption in Husk's! Alastor being his usual self lmao

Alastor

You must think you are quite the clever little thing, leaving such sweet notes around for anyone to find. Little letters you think he doesn't know come from you. His shadows haunt every crevice aware of all that goes on within the hotel's interior, and especially those that dwell within his radio tower. It is amusing watching you slither into his abode to leave yet another sweetly decorated note on his control panel while Alastor lurks within the darker corners of his tower. Scarlet eyes soaking you in like a lion hunting a gazelle.

Then, like smoke, you slip out the hatch and down the ladder towards the hotel as quickly as death. Trying to seem casual, whistling an off-key tune.

Curious, he grins. What a curious creature you are, hmm? He picks the letter up, his red claw caressing the crease of the seal. His name stares up at him, written in exquisite cursive and emboldened red ink he wished was blood.

With a single claw he slits open the top of the envelope with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, withdrawing its contents that had piqued his interest. Immediately, his smirk widens. Positively Cheshire-like.

"My, my, darling. You are endearing, I hope you know that!" Alastor cooed with crackling static. He traced his finger along the penmanship.

He pictures you hunched over your desk fretting over such a delicate piece of stationery. Your words oozed admiration for the Radio Demon. How truly touching! The sentiment was most definitely mutual. Next time, he'll be sure to catch you in the act, little lamb.

Lucifer

The King of Hell was quick to move in upon Charlie's insistence. Eager to make up for lost time with his daughter, he takes on all sorts of tasks and attends every event she has planned. Every team-building exercise, there was Lucifer at the forefront; lest his rubber duck depression returned.

Initially, he's quite confused by the sight of a white and gold foiled envelope placed neatly on the center of his pillow when he returns to his quarters to rest. He's never seen his name written with such care. The scent of love and genuine fondness exudes from the small parcel and tempts his senses. It catches him off guard, a puff of hot air escaping his lips, blinking owlishly.

He's lightheaded as he reads the letter with one hand braced against the wall beside him. An apple-red blush coats his cheeks and creeps down his neck. The scent of you clouds his mind and corrupts his thoughts. He's starting to feel dizzy yet oh-so-happy!

You... You wrote this didn't you, sweetling? Red eyes wash over the page. He closes his eyes and presses the letter to his lips as he leans his back into the wall. It's surely from you, but why didn't you just come and talk to him instead of being all mysterious and cryptic? Has he not made his affections for you clear enough? Perhaps you were shy and felt more confident in staying anonymous.

Lucifer couldn't promise you or himself that he wouldn't go and find you immediately after he calmed down enough to be well-composed in a public space. He was practically vibrating with excitement.

Shaking out his hands and jumping in place, Lucifer straightens his tie. If all goes to plan, he'll have you snuggled in his warm embrace as he flies over Pentagram City before sundown.

Of course, he will make sure all six of his massive wings are preened and looking their best first. Hey, he is the King of Hell after all! He's gonna show off for you a little.

"Alright, darlin', I hope you're ready for a night on the town." Lucifer sucked in a sharp breath and exited his room swiftly making his way to you.

Sir Pentious

Sweet man is so flabbergasted! Surely this is a prank, yes? No? Oh my, then that must mean--! His pupils dilate and water, a big cheesy grin sneaks across his cheeks. His tail swishes behind him lightly and it's hard to fight the blush off his cheeks. It takes everything in him to collect his breath as he clutches the letter to his chest.

"What'cha got there, boss?" Points out one of his Egg Bois. Sir Pentious all but squeaks and shoves the paper unceremoniously into his breast pocket.

Pentious rasps, "No-nothing that needs to concern you!"

"Oh, okay!" Chirps his Egg Boi, waddling off.

Sir Pentious sighs, slitted eyes wander over to where you sit at the bar engaged in deep conversation with Angel and Husk. There's a weird tug in his chest he's never felt before. A longing. You catch his eye and give a gentle smile and offer him a tiny wave which he returns eagerly. He sighs dreamily, coiling in on his tails. I hope I may catch you at a more opportune time, my heart.

Angel Dust

Whenever he's had a particularly rough night at Valentino's, Angel retrieves a pastel blue shoe box from deep within his closest, almost completely filled to the brim with letters, gifts, and keepsakes you'd given him. Even the silly little half-assed doodle you made of him as a spider. He saved it all.

You're so cute, thinking that you're all anonymous when you are absolutely not, leaving him the cutest fuckin' letters that make him want to explode. It's nice. Having someone want you and not for sex. The pure heart of gold of yours was gonna be the double-death of him.

Angel hasn't quite worked up the nerve to ask you out yet. It's something he ponders every day, especially when reading your newest letter. He feels too stuck, too... Fucked up. That's not something he'd wanna put on you. You've never treated him like anything but a person. You saw the real him.

Instead, he lives for your letters. Wishing things could be different, that he could find the power to cut the contract with Valentino, and truly become yours when he's no longer that fucker's pet.

His eyes well with tears as he cradles your latest letter, praising him for how well he'd done at Charlie's little team-building experiment. He pretends it's you that he's holding. His fingers combing through your hair, smiling to himself when you lazily lean up his body to kiss him ever-so-softly. A true kiss made of real love, not lust. You snuggle into his chest fluff with your arms around his waist.

"Baby, I," with a blink, Angel is back to reality. The weight on his chest had only been a snoozing Fat Nuggets. Angel sighs, stroking his little buddy's ears. "Maybe one day, I can be strong enough for both of us, baby." He says out loud, hoping your heart will find his words.

Husk

He's quick to snatch the new letter up before anyone else sees, sending his half-drunk whiskey all across the countertop with a clang. Husk cussed under his breath, stashing your thankfully dry letter beneath the bar for safe-keeping until he could read it later.

"Why'dja gotta leave it out in the open?" Husk grumbles without malice. The playful sway of his raised feathery tail and soft hum as he wipes up his spilled drink was always a good sign of his rare, pleasant mood.

You're growing more and more bold with each letter. Leaving them places where someone other than Husk could accidentally misinterpret them: Charlie.

The last thing he needed was the well-meaning Princess of Hell to overextend herself and start playing matchmaker. Husker was doing just aces on his own. His love life was his and his alone to fuss about. He finished cleaning up the bar for the night, keeping the booze secure in its display case until the following day.

Husk peruses the letter freely in the privacy of his bedroom, one arm folded beneath his head. His golden eyes flicked from word to word. His pupils expand as he exhales an airy chuckle, lingering on the word handsome. The sound of his own trill rumbling in his throat startles him enough to drop the letter and slam his elbow into his nightstand.

Hissing, Husk pressed his palms against his shut eyelids. "Fuck, baby, ya really got this ol' cat comin' undone, huh? Sneaky little minx." He lied back down with a huff. "If only ya knew." His eyes slip shut. Tomorrow. Husk would finally approach you tomorrow.

Vox

"I see you still don't wanna text these, huh, baby?" Vox scoops up the letter taking residence on his seat, hastily clawing it open. He plops down on his chair, leaning back. "Too shy to be so vulnerable for me?" Vox's sharp-toothed grin spreads wide across his display screen, red dripping from the corner of his mouth as he hungrily drinks in your words.

"You are too fuckin' cute, aren't'cha, darlin'?" Vox chuckles, smashing his fist against his console with triumph. A bolt of electricity spirals around the system, causing him to yelp as it spans across the entire city. He created another blackout. "FUCK."

Vox is at your doorstep in a matter of minutes despite the darkness of Pentagram City. The forever-flushed red sky is light enough to find your apartment building. He's dressed in a new suit and feigned ignorance when you opened your door, holding a new letter. Surprised to see him there. Hah, caught with your hand in the fuckin' cookie jar, babe.

Allowing him into your home, Vox easily towers over you with a big grin. You looked fuckin' adorable, staring up at him so meekly.

"You didn't need to hide your feelings from me, sweetheart." He gently tilts your chin upwards. A single cyan claw grazes the line of your jaw, sliding to cup your cheek with his full palm.

"Vox, I," you stammer. Your sentence goes no further than those two small words. Vox traces your lower lip with the tip of his sharp thumb, smiling as your eyes flutter shut. He waits to see if you continue to speak and when you don't, he nods and tugs you to him by your hips. You gasp against him and he smiles, a bit softer now.

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"I know, baby. I've gotcha," Vox's mouth presses tight to yours, lifting you up further into his arms for better access. Electricity soon ignites the house and city, Velvette must've gotten things running again.

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hotchscvm · 10 months

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dildo shopping

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

summary: aaron catches you dildo shopping.

word count: 1k

warnings: sex toys, emily being a little shit

Telling Emily about your less-than-adequate one-night stand had been a mistake. After being short with everyone for the whole day, she finally confronted you about the change in attitude and you confessed the guy you brought home the night before had gotten off without returning the favor.

She had asked when was your last orgasm and you had to think about it before telling her it had been a while. With that reply, she dragged you to the closest mall. That's how you ended up in front of a Spencer's.

You raised an eyebrow at Emily, sighing loudly as you reluctantly followed her inside. "Seriously, Em? I think I could've just bought a vibrator online or something."

"That could take days to come and you clearly need this now." Emily leads you to the back section, giving you a look. "Don't argue with me, you yelled at Rossi after he got your coffee order wrong today."

"I literally have no memory of that," you replied, trying to think if that situation had happened. "I didn't even drink coffee today."

Emily holds up an "I love Milfs" t-shirt briefly. "Because you threw it in the garbage after cussing him out in Italian. Rossi teaching you Italian really came back to bite his ass today."

"Whatever," you said, a twinge of guilt crawling into your heart. You shrugged it off knowing he'd understand and you made a mental note to get him his favorite bottle of wine to make up for it.

As you entered the back, you looked through all the dildos and vibrators lined up against the wall. Emily held up a purple dildo, reading through the description while you looked at the unimpressive dildo and vibrator wall decor, none really vibing with you.

"This one says it vibrates and is supposed to feel realistic," she mumbles, eyes narrowing as she reads through the instructions. "Six inches though, I think you can take more than that right?"

You giggled, unable to hold in a laugh. "I don't really want to think about Barney's small dick vibrating in my cunt when I want to cum, Em. Or Thanos for that matter."

She makes a face, putting the purple vibrating dildo back. "What a strange image. Thanks for ruining Barney for me."

Chuckling, you check out the lingerie a nearby mannequin is wearing. It's black and lacy, and while it holds up the titties, it's see-through and the panties are crotchless. Taking off its panties, you hold it up to your body. "Hey, this is cute isn't it?"

"Very cute, you should get it," Emily responds, looking through the hundred dildo options.

"Yes, you should."

You freeze, your ears instantly knowing who that voice belonged to. Emily looks behind you without turning her head, holding back a laugh at your clear mortification. A second passes and you turn around to see Aaron fucking Hotchner, your stoic boss and friend standing in front of you, looking at the lingerie you had pressed up against you.

You can't help but laugh awkwardly. "Hotch? What're you doing here?"

He's amused and you can tell because he's eyes are twinkling and the corner of his lips are twitching as if fighting the urge to smile. "I was picking something up for Jessica at Bath and Body Works when I saw you guys and wanted to say ... hi.”

"Wonderful." you deadpanned, placing the crotchless panties back on top of the mannequin's head.

Before either of you could say anything else, Emily joins in, a smile so smug and big it would've been hard to miss from space. "I'm going to look at that section of toys. Maybe you'll like a blue one instead so you can imagine it's Jake Sully instead."

She's too far away when you think about slapping her, already moving towards the side section of even more vibrators and dildos, a few naughty shirts display that separated you and Hotch from her. After glaring a hole into the back of her head, you turned back to Hotch, wanting nothing more than to melt on the floor and die.

"I-" you start, unable to finish; just like the night before.

He begins to look through the wall of sex toys, brows furrowing at the choices. Your cheeks redden when he picks up the infamous rose vibrator momentarily before placing it back down. It looked so tiny in his big hands and you wanted nothing more than to have his big hands in you. "What kind of toys do you like?"

It takes you a second to comprehend his question, still stuck on him seeing you shopping for things a boss should never know about his employees. "Um, whatever, really. I haven't really had one since college."

Hotch nods as if you were talking about a case and not about orgasming on a fucking sex toy. "I see."

You watch in silence as he studies the choices again, fully concentrated. He picks up a packaged dildo, regular colored, and holds it up to inspect it. You watch him eye the silicone dick before placing it back and picking up an identical one, only this one is thicker and wider.

"So ... you ever try one of these before with someone?" you asked, unable to deal with the silence but now wishing you hadn't spoken after that horrible sentence.

Thankfully, he chuckles, eyes not straying from the description on the packaging. "No, I haven't. I never really did have the time or someone who was willing to try something like this out."

"Ahh," you reply like a fucking idiot.

After another few moments of inspecting the dildo, he hands it to you with a smile. You take it instinctively, confused and gobsmacked at the gesture. His eyes are twinkling with amusement and something else you can't place. "That one should be the closest."

It’s about eight inches long, quite thick and has veins decorating the length. The head of it is big and you nearly salivate at the thought of getting off to it tonight.

"The closest to what?"

Hotch just grins in return and starts to turn away and walk out. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fic #criminal minds #thomas gibson

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starb3rrys · 7 months

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Can I request pt 2 of the stuck in a tight space with Ranpo, Dazai, and chuuya?

Hello! Thank you for the request! I’m pleased to see that so many people liked my “A Tight Fit~” head-canons! I got a lot of requests for a part 2 with different characters so I will respond to this one and just tag the rest (Sorry-). Anyways, I hope you enjoy these head-canons! <3

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A Tight Fit~ ❀Part 2❀

Ft. Ranpo, Dazai, Chuuya, Fukuzawa

✾Part 1✾

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Ranpo

Scenario: Ranpo had deduced that a criminal hideout was located in an old abandoned coal mine. You had accompanied Ranpo on his investigation as his “Bodyguard” of sorts, in case anything went down hill…and sure enough, something did.

**THUD**, the loud sound of your two bodies falling and crashing together filled the dark mine, the ground underneath you had crumbled, causing the two of you to fall into a small, cramped hole.

“Ugh…my head…”, Ranpo said with a pained and annoyed tone.

You opened your eyes but were faced with pitch darkness, “I can’t see anything…”

Ranpo scoffed, “Well of course captain obvious, the force of the fall caused the flashlight to go out, it also caused you to fall on top of me.”, he was clearly annoyed with the current situation.

You tried to move, but stoped as you heard a quiet groan leave Ranpo’s lips.

You were confused, was he hurt?

“Hey Ranpo, Are you alrig-“ “Don’t move.”, he cut you off with a stern tone.

You were stunned, you didn’t understand why his tone suddenly changed, “What? Wh-“, you froze as you felt something under you, something hard was poking you.

You knew exactly what it was.

The realization made you blush profusely, you jumped up in surprise.

Another groan left Ranpo as you landed back on his lap, his hands gripped your hips to keep you still.

“I said don’t move.”, his voice sounded annoyed but you could hear a hint of embarrassment.

You sat still on him, flushed and embarrassed at your current position, how were you going to get out of here? You can’t move, there’s no light, you can’t just stay like this forever…

The flashlight beside you flickered, and the light revealed your current position.

As you looked down, you were faced with Ranpo’s expression; his cheeks were flushed, eyes were open, as his hair was sprawled on the floor messily, an annoyed yet embarrassed frown was plastered on his face.

“Grab on to that rock above you and try to climb out.”, Ranpo spoke with a stern voice, letting go of your hips.

You snapped out of your trance and quickly nodded, you did as he asked and eventually made it out of the hole.

“Now pull me out.”, Ranpo instructed with a quiet tone as he stretched his hand up so you could take a hold of it.

You took his hand and pulled him out, he was surprisingly lightweight…

Once you two stood up and brushed off your clothes, you looked at each other, blush still decorated your cheeks…

“Ranpo I-“, “Let’s postpone this investigation…”, he said quietly as he turned away and started walking, you quickly followed behind as you both made your way out of the cave.

You swear you could see a soft pout on his face as you both walked silently.

You two never spoke of that incident again, often avoiding each others gaze. Although he’ll never admit it, he loved the feeling of you on top of him and would give anything to feel you like that again…

Dazai

Scenario: You and Dazai were a troublemaking duo who often would prank others and cause mischief just for the hell of it. So it was a surprise to no one as you two ran across the agency building, trying to escape a furious Kunikida who didn't seem too pleased with you messing around with his notebook. In a split second decision, Dazai pulled you into a small, dark, and cramped storage room, shutting the door and covering your mouth.

“Mmm?!”, you let out a muffled noise of confusion, as a strong hand covered your mouth.

“Shh...”, Dazai spoke, and you looked up; your eyes meeting Dazais, the silence broke as you two let out a quiet snicker.

As the quiet laughter ceased, you moved Dazai's hand away from your mouth, “Do you think he saw us hiding in here?”, you whispered.

“I doubt it, we are way faster than he is.”, he whispered back.

“He looked so mad!”, you said with a faint giggle.

“I know! I'm pretty sure I saw him foaming at the mouth!”, Dazai muttered with an amused tone.

Quiet footsteps could be heard down the hall...

Dazais hand swiftly returned to your mouth, keeping you quiet.

You scooted closer to Dazai, your chest pressing against his, trying to avoid being close to the door-

“Mnh...’, a low moan left Dazais lips, your eyes widened at the noise.

You slowly looked up at Dazai with confused eyes, his face flushed in embarrassment as your eyes met.

At first, you didn't understand what he was groaning about- that's when you felt it...a soft poke against your crotch.

Your face burned red at the realization, you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as the footsteps grew closer.

Your breath hitched as the footsteps stopped right in front of the door, a shadow could be seen under the door.

Dazais arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, making you both groan.

You both slapped each other's hands on one anothers mouth to shut each other up, you both stared at each other, wide eyed and not knowing what to do or say...you were both close...so close...

The door swung open, startling the two of you, quickly letting go of each other, “THERE YOU TWO ARE! I OUGHTA BREAK YOUR NECKS!!”, Kunikida yelled.

No snarky comment left Dazais lips, nor yours as you both quietly walked out of the storage room.

“Uh?”, Kunikida was muddled as he saw the two of you just- walk out; uncharacteristically quiet, avoiding eye contact with each other, as flush decorated your faces.

“Jeez, What happened in there?”, Kunikida asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing.”, you both said with an embarrassed tone as you turned around and went your separate ways.

You both made an unspoken agreement to never mention what happened in that storage room, but you both sure as hell won't forget about it any time soon...

Chuuya

Scenario: It was a busy Monday morning, all of the port mafia employees ran around going on missions, conversing important information and such. Ironically, for a big, rich company- the port mafia’s elevators were pretty standard size, which did not work well with how many employees worked in the building. As you entered the elevator, a flood of employees entered as well, making the elevator pretty cramped…pressing you against a certain mafia executive…

“Oof”, you let out a soft grunt as your body collided with someone else’s.

You quickly turned around, “Agh, sorry…”, you mutter out an apology, your eyes widened as you finally saw who you bumped into.

The man brushed his vest off, “It’s fine, no worries the elevator is pretty cramped.”, Chuuya reassured you.

You quickly fixed your hair and looked down, avoiding eye contact, feeling a bit nervous standing in front of a higher up, especially one of the five port mafia executives…he could easily get you fired if he wanted t-.

Your thoughts were interrupted as another swarm of employees entered the elevator.

Everyone in front of you moved back to make more room, causing you to get pushed back against Chuuya.

Chests pressed tightly against each others as his hands instinctively found their way around your waist.

Chuuya held back a quiet moan, covering his mouth with his hand as his face turned as red as his hair…

You didn’t dare look at him as you felt his hands on you, you know it wasn’t on purpose…the elevator was just too cramped, yeah that’s all-

A soft poke by your crotch made your mind go blank, your eyes trailed down and you could see a small tent in his pants, clear as day.

Your mind ran 1000mph at this point, your heart skipping beats as you internally panicked.

**DING**, the elevator doors opened.

Chuuyas hands left your waist, snapping you out of your trance.

You turned and looked at Chuuya as he quickly walked out of the elevator, his hand tilted his hat down to cover his eyes but failed to cover the deep shade of red on his cheeks.

You were left alone in the elevator as his figure quickly disappeared amongst the crowd…

Though that interaction was short lived, it greatly affected the way you both viewed each other now…who knew you would have such a memorable experience with a port mafia executive?

Fukuzawa

Scenario: You and Fukuzawa were enjoying a nice stroll around Yokohama, the beautiful scenery only added to the peace and comfort you felt as you walked together. A soft meow caught the attention of you two, looking up, you saw a small cat stuck on a tree. You were both instantly struck with the need to help the poor kitten, which explains why you were now seated on Fukuzawas shoulders…

“A little more to the right!”, you instructed Fukuzawa as you tried your best to get closer to the kitten.

“Mm.” Fukuzawa nodded and did as you asked, slightly moving to the right.

“Okay stop! Keep steady…”, you spoke softly as your hands started moving forward towards the cat.

“Here kitty kitty, I won’t hurt you…let’s get you down.”, you said with a reassuring tone as you slowly reached for the cat.

“Be careful, don’t agitate it or make yourself seem like a threat.”, Fukuzawa said with his usual calm tone as he looked up at you; his hands firmly held your thighs, keeping you steady.

“Yeah yeah I know! I’m not going to agitate it, right little kitty-YAOWW!!”, a yelp left your lips as the cat swiped its claws, scratching you with a hiss.

In the midst of the attack, you lost your balance as your body squirmed atop of Fukuzawas shoulders, causing him to lose his footing as you both fell down.

You opened your eyes with a soft groan, “Ow…my head…Fukuzawa, are you okay?-“, you froze.

It seems when you both fell, you landed on his lap…straddling him as he laid on the ground.

His silver hair was sprawled on the grass as his soft blue eyes gazed up at you.

You were oddly mesmerized and couldn’t seem to look away, that’s until you felt something under you…faintly growing.

Within a split second, you got off his lap and stood up straight, your face was flushed as you bowed and apologized.

“I am so so so sorry! I didn’t do it on purpose I swear, I lost my balance and- it was the cats fault!!”, you rambled on apologies and excuses in a state of embarrassment.

Fukuzawa let out a soft chuckle then cleared his throat, “It is quite alright, no need to apologize.”, he said as he stood up, looking up at the cat.

“I do suppose it wants to stay up there, why not let it be?”, Fukuzawa softly smiled and walked the opposite way.

You felt a bit confused and still flushed, but relieved he didn’t seem to make a big deal of that…incident- you quickly caught up to him.

“I heard a new bakery opened up on this side of Yokohama…”, your conversation faded out as you both continued your lovely stroll.

Even though that incident was a bit lewd, you both decided to just forget about it and not let it come between your friendship…although- part of you still wonders if he liked it, considering how excited he got with just a small touch…

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I had huge writers block in coming up with scenarios since I didn’t want to just reuse the same old ones.

I wanted each scenario to represent the character well and such.

Thanks to some help from my friend, I was able to come up with these!

Anyways! As always, I hope you all enjoyed these head-cannons, love y’all!<3

Tag list: @wintersoldier-barnes @fyodorisbbg

#bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd scenarios #bsd fanfic #bsd #anime

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quiet time

tldr: what exactly is he staring at? a/n: this is an ode to my own headphones. thank you for everything you do. (none of this would exist without you)

you think the best thing vernon ever did for your relationship was buy you your own pair of noise-canceling headphones. not only was it cute that you two had a subtle way of matching, but the gift was the catalyst for what you two called “quiet time”.

you knew vernon needed his alone time. knew he needed time with his headphones on and music blasting in his ears, in his own world. you were happy to give him the space and do your own thing. when you opened the headphones he had given you, you weren't really sure you’d use them, perfectly happy with your small earbuds. the large headset seemed excessive. however, you quickly got the appeal after using them for the first time.

now every time you two hung out, you’d have quiet time. each doing your own thing, existing in the same space but not interacting with each other. hair getting flatter on both your heads as the band of the headphones pressed down.

today you were sat on opposite ends of the couch, several feet of space between you both. you were absorbed in a game on your phone. he couldn’t help but stare at you, the music blasting into his own ears becoming background noise as he focused on you. he loved seeing you in those headphones, pleased to no end when he sees how well you use them. when he bought you the exact same pair that he had, he was nervous they would get mixed up but that fear was put to bed when you promptly decorated yours with little stickers, saying they needed to be “cuter” and as he stares at those stickers now, he can confirm you’re cute, but it might not be the headphone’s doing.

you could feel vernon’s gaze on you, you’d felt it for minutes now. no longer able to stand it, you turned your head to him, pulling the headphones down to rest around the back of your neck.

“why are you staring at me like that?”

vernon pulled his own headphones down, unphased, “what?”

you huffed, “why are you staring at me so intensely? it's creeping me out.”

he smiled easily, “i just love you so much, bug.”

you rolled your eyes, pulling the headphones back up, “well knock it off, you’re distracting me from my game.”

vernon just continued to stare, not missing the soft blush on your cheeks and little smile tugging on your lips as you tried to focus on the small screen in your hands. unsuccessful, you turned your head again pushing the headphones just off the ear closest to vernon, "for real stop staring. i need to beat this level before i can even think about making dinner so if you want to eat soon, you’ll look away.”

laughing, vernon crawled closer to you, closing the distance between you two on the couch. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer and whispered in your exposed ear, “i’ll wait forever for dinner if it means i can keep looking at you.”

#seventeen imagines #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt #svt x reader #vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon imagines #vernon #hansol vernon chwe #hansol fluff #hansol x reader #seventeen hansol #hansol

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kamiversee · 2 months

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 17 || The New Experience

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ This entire chapter is nothing but smut!

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.7k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——"YEAH, Y-YES," YOU BLURT out as fast as possible. It was embarrassing how quickly you responded to him but you didn't care, the thought of having Choso's mouth and his pierced tongue on your cunt was fueling your response.

You'd agree in every language if you could.

Choso chuckles slightly, "Someone's excited..."

"You just offered to give me head, why wouldn't I be excited?" You huff out, a small pout taking over your expression.

He laughs again before pushing his lips to yours for a second time. It's another little peck at first but you only pull away for a mere second before pressing yourself right back into him.

The soft feeling of your lips parting over each other is felt and Choso's tongue again enters your mouth. You were kinda worried that his piercing would make the kissing uncomfortable. Yet, it was the exact opposite, every time you felt that little ball slip over your tongue you nearly moaned into his mouth.

His hands, decorated in pretty veins, slid down to your hips and gently sat you fully on his crotch.

"M-Mgh," You moan right into him at the feeling of his bulge pressing up into you.

Choso would bite, suck, and lick at your lower lip a few times before he urged you to rock your hips over him. The slight nudging of his fingers into your hips made you realize what he wanted and you were quick to grind over his erection.

The kiss is broken only for a moment as his brows tense up, "Fuck, keep... hah, keep doin' that." Choso pleads.

You smile and hold yourself close to the man while rubbing yourself against him and moving to kiss him again.

It's quick how the kiss grows sloppy with him. Eagerness is embedded into both of your movements as heat radiates off of your body. Choso smoothly slips a hand under your shirt, running his fingers over your tensed skin carefully.

One of his hands slid up along your spine until he reached your bra and unclasped it with ease. His other hand begins to lift your shirt up and you can tell that he hardly wants to take his lips off yours. Even so, the kiss is broken briefly with a wet smack filling the air before your shirt is brought up over your head.

Your bra simply slips off your body and is tossed to the side along with your shirt, leaving you completely bare from the waist up. A warm hand is placed beneath your thigh simultaneously with Choso's lips pressing under your jaw.

His hand grips onto your skin for only a moment as he repositions you, flipping you both over. You're laid down on your back with Choso on top of you, his mouth quick to plant kiss after kiss after kiss.

Along your neck, you feel him begin to lick your skin, purposefully teasing you with the feeling of that little metal ball swirling over you.

"C-Cho..." You whisper, the nickname making him move to sink his teeth into you.

Choso tugs at your skin ever so slightly. "Fuckin' love when you call me that," He whispers, his breath warm against you.

It's not the first time you've called him that after all. There have been times over the phone where you've let the nickname slip and that's even his contact name in your phone.

Choso suddenly sucks on the space between your neck and your shoulder, his motion done passionately enough to leave a light mark on you. His hands run up and down your body, from your waist to your hips and then your thighs, ultimately keeping your legs spread for him.

As Choso marks up your neck and even your collarbone, you moan lightly at the way he humps his clothed cock down into you. The friction makes your body both tingle and tense up at the same time.

Your breathing is stuttered each time he presses down into you and you're not sure if you've ever been this horny before.

"H-Hah... Choso please," You utter needily.

He smirks against your neck before letting his tongue stick out against you. Choso licks a long and slow stripe along the middle of your neck, making you shudder beneath him before he gets under your jaw again and comes to a stop.

His lips cup your skin and he grazes you with his teeth before giving you a light pull, "Hm? Please what?" Choso whispers right against you.

Your voice is whinier than you intended it to be, "Fuck me."

Again, he grins against you. The man then pulls away ever so slightly and meets your gaze, "Are you telling me to or asking?"

"Telling." You huff, your tone a mixture of needy and demanding.

Choso bites his bottom lip, "Yeah?" The tip of his cock drools in precum the longer he stares at that look of yours, "Fuuuck, that's so hot..." He groans.

You chuckle lightly, "Is it?"

The man's lips connect with your skin again and he begins to trail his pecks downwards. "Mhm, so fuckin' hot..." Choso whispers into you as he gets to your chest.

Your mouth opens to say something else but your breath gets caught in your throat when his tongue swirls over your nipple. To make matters worse, Choso purposefully drags his piercing around the sensitive bud while keeping his eyes up on yours.

"Mmh... So wait," You smile slightly, "You l-like it when I tell you what to do?"

Choso wraps his lips around your nipple and gives your breast a firm suck for a moment, losing himself for a second due to the way you squirm beneath him. When he pulls away, there's a slight pop noise heard.

"Yeah," Choso utters, "Shit turns me on."

You can't even help the lustful smile you give him, "Really?"

He nods, almost desperately, "Mhm, can you..." He slides over to kiss in between your breasts, "Can you do it again?"

"Mmmh..." You hum in thought, purposefully teasing the man. "Beg and maybe I will."

Choso's brain stutters when you tell him to beg but he's almost too quick to whisper out an all too sexy, "Please baby?"

The mixture of that soothing voice of his, the needy look in his eyes, and the way he starts kissing all over your breasts as if to convince you, all make you do nothing more than bite your lip.

Your head tips to the side ever so slightly, "Say pretty please."

Again, Choso's brain is all over the place. He nearly felt like he was about to cum in his pants with how utterly attractive he found you, "Pretty please?" He pleads, voice laced with a cute whine that goes straight to your core.

You swallow hard as you look at him, watching the way he moves a hand to fondle the breast that's not latched to his mouth and seeing how cute he looks trying to satisfy you.

"Please," Choso hums before sliding down a little. He quickly loses track of what he'd been pleading for, "Lemme show you all the tricks I can do with my tongue," He whispers as he trails kisses down your abdomen.

You can't even stop yourself from smiling at him as he continues moving down. Peck after peck after peck is placed against your skin, his lips slightly wet as he presses them into you.

When Choso reaches the waistband of your sweats you shudder as he inhales deeply before moving to spread your legs, resting them over his shoulders.

Choso's face inclines down to your crotch and his eyes are on yours as he simply smells you. The sight is so utterly embarrassing for you but he makes up for it when you see the way his eyes roll slightly.

"Please, fuck-, let me please you," Choso urges, face and voice desperate. He then presses his lips to your cunt, kissing over you through all the fabric, "I'll be so good for you," He whispers, kissing you again. "Jus' lemme taste you, princess."

"Okay, okay," You hum, chuckling slightly, "Go ahead..."

His eyes light up at the sound of your consent and he wastes no time undressing you.

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Choso was probably more needy than you by this point. Those careful hands of his slipped to the plush underside of your thighs, pushing them up against your chest the very second your wet cunt was revealed to him.

It's like he wanted to have a clear look at it first, his sudden intense stare only making you ridiculously nervous and embarrassed. Choso was practically drooling the longer he stared, soft and faint pants leaving those pretty lips of his.

His hand moves and Choso puts his thumb to your pussy, spreading you apart slightly and licking his lips at the sight. The man was basically inspecting you at this point, driving your embarrassment to an all-time high.

You swallow, "Cho, c'mon..."

His lips twitch and he smirks, his eyes glued to your dripping cunt, "You're soo fuckin' wet, fuuuuck..." Choso groans, his words only fueling your arousal.

Your lips part to say something but only a quiet relieved whine leaves you as he finally dips his face down to you. First, he merely kisses your sex, causing your wetness to coat his lips before he slides up and purposefully kisses over your clit.

A staggered exhale leaves you and you squirm a little beneath him. Choso pulls up, his lips a hair's length away from touching you again. Slowly, his tongue seeps out to lick your taste off his skin and you don't miss the way he smiles immediately.

After which, his tongue slips out of his mouth again to drag along your folds, the man humming at the taste and your body twitching at his piercing gliding over you. Your head turns to the side and one of your hands moves down to his head, resting your palm against his head of hair.

What was once one lick and one taste quickly transitioned into something else. Choso went from kitten licks to diving his face into you, his pierced tongue hastily sucking and lapping up your taste.

Your body went tense as he grew eager against you, your fingers curling into his hair and your nails scraping at his scalp. "F-Fuck, hah..." You moan as you feel the male groan into you.

Choso focused his tongue movements over your clit, utilizing the tip of his tongue to flick over the bud before darting the wet muscle downwards and rolling that damn piercing over you. "Mmgh... So fuckin' sweet, g-god..." He mutters into you before suckling your taste into his mouth.

Your grasp on his hair suddenly grows tight when he licks over a spot that makes your eyes almost cross, "R-Right there, fuck..." You moan.

The eager man nods his head, "Mhmm.." He hums, focusing his mouth on that exact spot and noticing the way you tug at his hair slightly in reaction. "Hah, talk to me baby," Choso whispers, "Tell me where to go..." He requests.

You don't have to though. Not a word needs to be said with the way his mouth grows ravenous. His tongue swiped back and forth against your cunt, the movements sloppy yet well throughout.

"M-Mmnh... there-, aah.. oh fuck," You whine at the way his tongue dashes over your clit with ease.

He then swirls over the bud and groans lowly right into you, the sound sending a vibration straight through you and making you unintentionally tug on his hair.

Choso seems to like that though with the way he groans again, "Mmgh..."

The man only gets messier and messier with the way he eats you out. Choso begins to slurp your cunt into his mouth like he's starved, going as far as letting out subtle moans against you.

"F-Fuck," You stammer, your eyes refusing to look down at the mess he's making of you, "Choso, I... nngh.. 'm gonna cum..." You warn him.

It's clear that he ignores your warning with how he moves to part his lips farther against your pussy and sinks his tongue deep into your soaked hole. You can feel his tongue, and that piercing of his massaging your walls in all the right places, bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

Your hand in his hair has grown so tight and your legs are squirming slightly. If you could close your legs around the man's head you would've but with how his large hands were latched to your thighs pinning you down, there wasn't anything you could do.

Choso pulls away for a second, "Haah, p-praise me..." He whispers to you.

Just as he shoves his tongue back into you, moaned out praises are pouring from your mouth, "So good, f-fuck... you're doing s-so... ahh... s'good..." You slur out.

You can feel the way his lips curve against you into a smirk. Choso loves the way you can hardly speak properly, knowing that he's far from done.

His tongue whirls around inside your cunt, filthy wet sounds coming from the action before he simply slurps all of your liquids into his mouth. The feeling of him sucking and licking on you so eagerly makes you cum right into his mouth.

"Aahh, y-yes, fuck... cum f'me princess, jus' like that..." Choso moans before lapping up everything you give him.

You assumed, stupidly, that after you came once he'd stop... You just knew he'd lift his head away from your cunt and take a minute to breathe...

Boy were your assumptions wrong.

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Choso Kamo is a damn eater. You won't be done spilling into his mouth until he says so. One orgasm isn't enough for him to pull his mouth away. Neither is two. Or three. Or four.

Or... five? Maybe six? How long has he been going at it? Thirty minutes? An hour? Two hours? Fuck, you genuinely have no idea how long Choso's been eating you out for...

Tears are in your eyes at the number of times he's overstimulated you, your breaths are coming out staggered and broken, and you're simply whining and moaning nonstop. All of which is nothing more than music to the man's ears.

That, along with the oh-so-sweet taste of your pussy. By this point, you were struggling to keep up with him and that fucking tongue of his. He wasn't lying when he said he'd show you tricks with it-- Choso does so many indescribable things with his mouth against you.

And he's so loud with it too. The entirety of your apartment is filled with the nasty sounds of Choso sliding and slapping his tongue against your leaky cunt. The worst part, or most confusing, was the fact that he's only been using his tongue.

Nothing else. Not once did this man shove those thick fingers of his into you-- never feeling the need.

"O-One more," Choso utters into you, his tongue slithering into you for the nth time that night and his face shoving so hard against you that you could feel the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit.

You were seeing stars and you weren't sure if you physically could protest anymore.

Choso drags your moisture into his mouth and you hear the loud gulping sound that follows. The very second he pries his lips from you, you use whatever strength you have left to yank his face up away from you.

It was Choso's first time being away from your sex in god knows how long. Once he went down, he literally didn't come back up until you ripped him away. And damn the stupidly sexy pussydrunk expression on his face as he barely makes eye contact with you through half-lidded eyes.

"P-Please... hah, Ch-Choso, a b-break..." You plead breathlessly.

He blinks, the bottom of his face literally dripping with your juices. "...Listen," He croaks out, his voice ragged after not speaking for so long and groaning so much, "Don't... Don't fucking pull me away," Choso says lowly.

You can feel the way his voice and words make you impossibly wetter beneath him. He then moves to grab ahold of your wrist and tosses your arm away from his hair.

Choso's so clearly blinded by lust and the taste of you resting on his tongue and face.

"I jus' want you to cum on my tongue..." He trails off for a second as he looks down at your throbbing overstimulated cunt, welling up water in his mouth before spitting down on your sex, the contact making you flinch, "...one more time f'me."

His eyes then flick up to your face and his head lowers, "You can do that, right?" He whispers with a sudden gentleness to his tone.

Your eyes wander away from his, "Mhm..."

"Look at me," Choso directs, smiling when you force your eyes back over to him, "Good girl... Now," He plants a little kiss on your skin, "Keep lookin' at me."

"Ch-Choso..." You whine in protest, knowing you can hardly keep your teary eyes open by this point.

He smiles, "Shhh, I want you to watch..." He explains before opening his mouth against you. The man speaks into your pussy, words vibrating against you, "Watch yourself cum in my mouth... look at the mess you make..." Choso whispers.

You can't help but look at him, wanting it all to end yet continue at the same time. Choso's slow this time around, gently and carefully dragging his piercing around your clit in slow circles, making that knot in your core build-up rather quickly.

The wet pink muscle then swirls over the little bud with the way his tongue flattened against you before he dips back down into your hole again. You can feel your orgasm approach but this time it feels different.

You thought you were getting lightheaded for a moment. Sure, you've had head this great before-- Geto is to thank for that but you genuinely don't know if it was because of Choso or that goddamn piece of jewelry in his mouth that made you feel as though you were on cloud nine.

Something different was welling up in the pit of your stomach. Your body grew hotter and your moaning turned into heavy pants.

"Cho... ha-ah... w-wait, f-fu-uck..." Your jaw was slack and your whines and pleads went through one of Choso's ears and out the other.

Instead, the man got aggressive again, shaking his head and humming into your cunt as he feasted on you in a way that made it seem as though he thought you'd pull him away again. There was this stupidly tight bundle of nerves in your core, the sensation making your body tremble beneath the man before you finally came.

However, this time was a bit different... Choso Kamo had led you to squirt all over him.

Of course, you thought that would've gotten the man to finally ease up but no, instead Choso drops his jaw and opens his mouth to gulp down as much of your liquids as he could.

You don't think you could see or even think straight anymore. "Hnngh... hah... g-god..." You cried out as Choso mistakenly threw you into overstimulation for, what felt like, the millionth time.

He snaps out of his pussydrunk stupor when he hears the soft series of please's you whimper out to him. Your voice was so whiney and desperate, laced with an obvious pitch of your crying that made him snap out of it.

Finally, his head lifts away from your twitching and throbbing pussy-- his attractive face smothered in nothing but you and your essence. Beneath his palms, your thighs trembled excessively.

Choso swallows hard and takes a deep breath. "Shit..." He whispers, taking in your completely fucked out state.

Your head is now rested back, your eyes hazily staring up at the ceiling and your breathing is yet to calm down.

He calls your name in a sweet little tone as if he didn't fuck the shit out of you with only his mouth. "Are... Are you okay?"

You don't respond. Well, it's not like you really could, you needed a moment to process the fact that the man just made you squirt without even putting his cock inside you.

The sound of a slightly weary chuckle leaves Choso before he takes his hands off your thighs. You quickly draw your legs together to close them, leaving them folded upwards. Your lower body aches in an oddly good way.

The man slowly props himself up and crawls over your body so that he can look at your face. It's absolutely adorable the way his eyes are all wide and concerned as they come into your line of vision.

As for his face, it's just wet and messy and the sight makes heat rush to your cheeks. You dart your eyes away from his out of embarrassment and he chuckles again.

"C'mon baby look at me," Choso whispers almost lovingly. He then moves to kiss the top of your knee, "...look at the mess you made of my face."

You shake your head, "...Don't wanna."

Choso pouts, mocking you, "Why? Are you embarrassed?"

"Mhm..." You hum simply as you continue to stare off to the side.

The man lets out another laugh, the sound so joyful that it brings nothing but comfort to your heart. "Was that your first time uh, squirting?" Choso asks nonchalantly.

You grit your teeth out of a weird sense of shame and then move a hand to his face, covering his mouth to stop him from saying anything else.

"Y-Yes..." You whisper shyly.

The palm of your hand grows wet because of the moisture left on his face so Choso pulls away from your hand and takes your wrist into his hold. He then licks your palm gently, almost as if he didn't want to waste the taste of you.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," He coos before kissing your hand, "...Mh. If uh, if it makes you feel any better..." Choso flips your hand around and presses one long kiss across your knuckles, "I uhm... I came in my boxers some time ago..."

It's odd but his sudden confession makes you snicker unexpectedly, "You... You what?"

He smiles against your hand, "You heard me... Eating you out made me cum..."

You scoff, "Really?"

"Mhm..." Choso hums, shutting his eyes as he rests his lips against your skin. He seems to be content with the fact that he came prematurely whilst pleasing you, almost like he expected himself to do so.

"Cho..." You call out softly.

Those brown eyes of his slowly open and even widen a little as he sees you're finally looking at him. "Yes princess?" He responds.

You shift your hand out of his hold and move to caress his face, "We should really clean your face off."

Choso shrugs, "Or you could just sit on it."

You sigh, "I just came like seven times in a row, give me a break, please."

Dramatically, he rolls his eyes, "Nine, actually."

"H-Huh?"

"You came nine times." Choso corrects, "I dunno if you lost count but it was nine."

You don't even know what to be more surprised by; the fact that he counted or the fact that he actually made you orgasm that many times.

"I..." You blink, unaware of how to respond to that.

"Anyways," Choso suddenly sits up and stretches. You then watch him cross his arms before pulling his shirt up over his head, "I'm uh, pretty sure you told me to fuck you?"

Your eyes widen, "Is that not what you just did?!"

He laughs, "No? I only gave you head. That was just foreplay, honestly." He hums with a casual shrug.

Shakily, you move around and manage to sit up. "A-Are you serious?"

He gives you a confused look, "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

Your lashes flutter in disbelief, "Choso I might pass out if we do anything else."

"Think so?" He hums questionably.

"Uhm, yes??"

Choso sighs heavily and then sits down on the couch, facing the long-forgotten paused TV. "Alright, alright, fiine." He says almost sassily.

You scoff at the man and just eye him down. He's shirtless now and you can see his erection straining against his sweats. Choso's not mad that you don't want to continue, he's just being dramatic on purpose.

You continue to stare at him before you see his hand go to his crotch and watch the way he palms himself.

Lazily, Choso looks over at you, "Okay... we don't have to fuck but... c-can you like... I dunno, come sit on it?"

Oh, he doesn't have to ask you twice. Sure, you're experiencing fatigue right now and all those back-to-back orgasms have taken all your energy but you can't just lay there and watch him like this.

Slowly, you crawl over to Choso and give him a very brief kiss on the cheek before standing on your knees and then tossing a leg over him. You look down at what you're doing and decide to take things a step further than whatever he's expecting.

Choso had assumed you were literally just going to sit on his erection and maybe grind on him a little-- he'd get off on the action with no problem. Yet, you do much more than that.

Your hands work his sweats and his boxers down, taking a moment to gather the messy sight of his large cock covered in cum. Your back is to Choso so you don't see the way he looks to the ceiling as you stare at the mess he's made of himself.

His face is all flushed and he gets flustered by both the fact that you're about to lazily ride him reverse cowgirl-style and the fact that you're just staring at the pitiful sight below.

You're not at the best angle to see but from what your vision does catch is that his dick is big. By this point, you're not even surprised. Instead, you're worried about whether or not you'll be able to plop yourself down on him with how shakey your legs are.

You've got one hand on his leg to hold yourself up as the other moves to grab a light hold of his cock. Choso hisses the very second you touch him, indicating just how sensitive he is before you gently sink down.

Everything, including his cock was just a complete mess, oddly making it easier for you to go down with no problem. Sure, you let out soft moans and Choso was behind you with his jaw dropped trying to suck in every sound that nearly left him but, aside from that you sitting on his dick was rather simple.

And that's all you planned to do for now too, simply sit on his length and keep it warm. Was Choso okay with this? Fuck yes. You, cockwarming him? Oh he was in heaven right now.

Choso takes a while to actually look down at where you two are connected and when he does, he gives his hips a little roll upwards, making his cock shift around inside you and leading you to gasp.

"C-C'mon, I thought you weren't gonna... mmh, m-move?" You whisper.

Choso's hands go to your hips and he gives you a little squeeze, "I'm not, I was just uh... getting comfortable." He lies.

You roll your eyes, even though he can't see and despite him not catching the action, he somehow knew you rolled your eyes.

"Hey now," Choso starts, pulling your back to his chest and moving to your ear, "Don't give me attitude..." He murmurs.

You smile almost tiredly, "I'm not..."

Choso moves to kiss the side of your neck, "...Liar," He whispers.

You go to respond but your body freezes as he brings an arm around your waist and moves two fingers down to rub over your clit. "Fuuck, s-stop," You choke out.

Your cunt unintentionally squeezes around his cock and he groans way too sexily against your skin. "Aagh... Shit, 'm gonna cum soon..." Choso tells you.

His other arm snakes around your body and grabs a handful of your breast, fondling your flesh in his hand. It's a gentle fondle though, enough to give you faint pleasure and not overdo anything.

As for the two fingers over your clit, they draw slow circles around the bud, allowing him to feel the constant clench of your warm walls around his cock.

"Cho, it hasn't even been one minute yet." You whisper teasingly.

Choso slides his mouth up and right under your jaw, kissing and licking at your skin. "...S-Shut up, I've been holding it for s'long..." He slurs out against you.

You giggle softly, "Aw, really?"

He moves to your ear, speaking right into it, "Stop teasin' me." His hand squeezes onto your breast and you sigh.

"Or what?" You decide to test the man.

Within the little bit of break time, a smidge of your stamina has built back up.

Choso inhales deeply, "Or what?" He repeats.

"Mhm, what're you gonna do?"

"Princess... You have my cock inside you right now, do you really want to tease me?" Choso warns.

You shrug, "Yeah."

The sound of him scoffing is probably the last warning you received from him. He leans himself back into the couch and both of his hands go to your hips again. You open your mouth to say something, anything to take back your teasing but, you're too late.

Choso lifts you up roughly an inch or two before slamming you back down, biting his bottom lip to conceal his groan.

Your back arches as you lull forward a bit, "A-Ah... w-wait, okay, m'sorry..."

The man scoffs and simply lifts you up so that only half of his dick is inside you. Choso adjusts his feet and simply starts thrusting up into you. Moan after moan leaves your lips, the sound of you crying out his name filling the already sex-induced air.

After a few thrusts, Choso goes as far as pulling you down onto his cock every time he snaps upwards, forcing you to meet his harsh thrusts.

You sit there feeling like a cockdrunk slut with the way he starts treating you, not that you don't enjoy it. Your mouth is just open and you don't even try to stop yourself from letting him hear how broken your whines are becoming.

"Ch-Choso... fu-uck... p-please, mmgh... aa-angh..." You moan out brokenly, only fueling the man's arousal.

His grip on you is so strong and his dick is so deep inside you. "Mmh... fuck." Choso grunts, "...You wanted to tease me right?" He taunts.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks and you're creaming around his length without even realizing it, creating a nasty white ring around the base of his cock.

"M'sorryy... a-ahh... please, ha-ah..." You sob out in pleasure.

Loud skin slapping sounds along with the constant filthy squelch of your poor overstimulated cunt sucking in his dick fill the air.

"Don't give me that," Choso groans, "...Shit, you.. hah, you're the one who wanted to test me..." He starts to shift around a little and you absolutely lose it after that.

Choso nearly repositions himself, his grip on your hip and now your waist relentless before he starts ramming himself up into you. Your body jerks upward with his every thrust, his large cock simply splitting you open and causing you to not even be able to moan anymore.

He then only worsens it by having his hand abandon your waist, his other still on your hip to keep you in place, and his now free hand reaching up to your hair. Choso gives your hair an aggressive tug that only causes your back to arch even more as he simply fucks up into you.

The way you squeeze around him, even more, doesn't go unnoticed, "That's itt, f-fuck... you're takin' me so fuckin' well... such a good girl f'me." He praises, knowing how much you enjoy it.

You can't even moan properly anymore, every noise from you is broken and you're consumed by the words leaving his mouth and the filthy yet, utterly creamy sound of Choso fucking his cock into you.

Your cunt just gushes around the man the more he speaks to you, especially when he starts to lose himself and starts saying things like, "Shit... f-feels like you're tryna' milk my cock-, fuuck..." His words are surprisingly dirtier than you expected.

"Choso," You just barely manage out, "I-I c-can't..." You don't even know what you're pleading for at this point.

He groans, "Fu-uck..." Choso's voice suddenly gets higher and it goes straight to your cunt, "I'm gonna cum, mm-mgh..."

There's a mess below the two of you, his thighs are completely soaked, the couch below is wet, and not long after those last few border-line whimpers of his, he spills his seed into you.

Choso then continues too, fucking his cum into you and full-on whimpering as he does so. He'd been trying to conceal those noises all night but he just couldn't help himself anymore. Especially not with how perfect you felt around him.

There's just a filthy mess where the two of you are connected and by the time he actually stops, your body just goes limp against him.

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You did, in fact, end up passing out as soon as he was done. The last thing you remember was the feeling of his lips suddenly on the back of your neck and his arms around your waist before you dozed off.

It wasn't a bad thing that you passed out. Hell, Choso was mentally prepared for it.

When you do wake up, you're in your room-- still naked, but clean. Choso is...

Well, he's actually nowhere to be seen...?

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎

NANAMI KENTO ☐

??? SUKUNA ☐

??? NAOYA ☐

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