#turn them on so you can get your ass called the fuck out
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✯𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞✯
IN WHICH…. Chris is obsessed with Y/n's lips and her lipgloss combo
WARNINGS: nothing really. kissing, mentions of kids. no smut but sexual activities are hinted at and talked about.
shoutout to my pookie @bratzforchris for giving me this idea!!!
Chris was obsessed.
He couldn’t help it, watching his baby momma glide the lip pencil in a dark brown shade around her lips, a nude lipstick following before her signature lipgloss that just so happened to be cherry flavored.
It was his favorite lip combo on her. The way it made her lips pop, the way it shined when caught in the light, and most of all, how it tasted when he went to kiss her.
“Why you keep looking at me like that?” Chris snaps out of his love daze and blinks a few times before meeting her eyes. “Huh? Look at you like what?”
“You staring at me mad hard with those blue-ass eyes. It can be cute but kind of scary.” She jokes as she sets her lipgloss back in her purse.
The family of three had just finished eating out as a celebration for their child winning her spelling bee. Y/n’s lip combo had gotten messed up due to her eating, hence her fixing it in the car.
“Damn, these blue-ass eyes can’t admire their fine-ass baby momma?” Y/n rolls her eyes before flipping the mirror up and fastening her seatbelt.
“Boy bye. Let’s go, Solana is falling asleep and she still needs to take a bath.”
“Let me get a kiss.”
“Boy, I just put my lipgloss on! No!”
“And? I don’t care, give me a kiss.”
She huffs but leans over the compartment to give him a kiss. What she planned on being a short and simple show of affection, turned into something a bit steamier. She quickly pulls away and points to the half-asleep child in the back seat.
“Your daughter is right there Christopher. Take us home.” He huffs and licks his lips, the artificial cherry flavor coating his taste buds. “Fucking cockbloc-OW!” he holds his shoulder in pain, glaring at the girl in the passenger seat.
“Don’t call my child a fucking cockblock. Now stop being a little boy and drive!”
They drive home and quickly get Lana in bed, rinsing her off in the shower before dressing her in pajamas.
Y/n walks into the bedroom and sees Chris sitting on the edge of the bed, already clad in sweatpants and his gold chain dangling on his naked chest. She walks past him to get to the closet but is quickly snatched onto his lap. Her hands fly to his shoulders to steady herself as his hands grope her ass.
“Lana’s asleep?”
His eyes are focused on her lips, not even bothering to look her in the eye.
“Yes Chris, our child is asleep.”
He smiles and smacks her ass, the sound echoing in the room.
“Good.”
His lips are instantly planted on hers, moaning as the cherry flavor he loves and worships so dearly invades his mouth.
“Fuck I love this lip gloss,” he mumbles through the kiss, flipping them over so she’s under him. “I’m running out.” She breathes heavily, out of breath from the intense makeout session.
“Then I gotta buy you more.”
The two make out for what seems like centuries before he goes to snake his hands down her shorts. She stops him and flips them over, straddling his waist.
“You gonna ride me tonight?” he has a cheeky smile on his face before it's quickly wiped away.
“No.” Chris furrows his brows in confusion making Y/n snicker. “So what are we doing then? Wait where are you going?” Y/n climbs off of Chris and begins walking to their bathroom.
“To the bathroom, I need to shower.” She states as if it was obvious.
Chris sits up, using his arms to support his weight, “are we going to have sex in the shower?”
Y/n lets out a laugh before stripping out of her clothes in front of Chris. His eyes hungrily take her in, his dick rising and forming a tent in his sweatpants.
“We aren’t doing anything besides sleeping tonight.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I’m on my period.” Without another word, she closes the bathroom door leaving Chris irritated and tremendously horny.
“This is bullshit,” he mumbles as he flops down on the bed, his arm covering his eyes.
He waits a few minutes before speaking loudly so Y/n can hear him.
“Your mouth isn’t bleeding!”
“Shut the fuck up before I put you on timeout for two weeks.”
Chris groans before grabbing his phone and going to his photo gallery.
“Looks like it’s me and you.” He pulls up an old video of him and Y/n from a few months ago, already pulling down his sweats.
something short while i attempt to work on other things!!!
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Punishment
smut
Thinking about how Lee Know punishes you when you've been a brat all day.
You sent him nudes, ones that framed your pussy in his favourite lingerie set just the way you know he likes. You touched yourself without his permission - and sent him proof, even though he'd be able to tell anyway. You sent him audios of you moaning, calling out his name as you came around a dildo. You sent him a video of you cuming - for a second time - making sure he could see the way it made you drool on his pillow from the pleasure.
Lee Know was not impressed. Sure, he had to go to the bathroom and fuck his fist twice and struggle to hide his hard cock all day, but he was not impressed.
How dare you get him hard at work?
How dare you touch his pussy? Only he can touch it.
How dare you cum without his permission?
How dare you cum multiple times without his permission?
Be on your knees, mouth open when I get home. 10 minutes.
His text both excites you and scares you. You know you've definitely pissed him off, and you know he's going to need to release that anger on you.
You know better than to push him anymore, so you make sure your lingerie is on properly and kneel at the foot of the bed, waiting for the sound of the front door to signal his arrival.
It doesn't take long for Minho to slam the front door shut, making you jump, knowing you've severely underestimated how much you pissed him off today.
Your mouth is open like he requested when he enters your bedroom. You can see the outline of his cock through his jeans and your mouth waters.
"You've been a fucking brat all day." His voice is gravelly. He makes quick work of undressing himself, leaving his boxers on.
"At least you've remembered how to follow orders."
He sits on the edge of the bed and pats his knees.
"Lie across them." You do as he says, resting your weight on him. He grabs your ass harshly and slaps it, causing you to yelp.
He reaches across you to reach into the drawer by the bed, pulling out a vibrator and a dildo. He places them on the bed beside you and pushes your panties to the side, running his finger along your slit. You squirm at the pressure of his fingers, and he slaps your ass again.
"Don't move." His voice is sharp and leaves no room for argument. "You're already so wet. I know you cam at least twice. Any other times?"
"No, Sir." Minho hums in approval and picks up the vibrator. He turns it on to the highest setting and presses it to your clit.
He let's it rest on your clit for a few seconds, before he moves to push the head of the vibrator into your pussy, your hips bucking at the vibrations.
"Stay still."
"Sorry, Sir."
Minho uses his finger to press onto the buttplug in your asshole, and you let out a choked moan.
"Fuck, Minho."
"That's not my name."
He knows you've already stretched your ass and that you'll tell him if it's too much, so he pulls the plug out slowly and lets his spit drop down to your hole. You shudder in anticipation.
He picks up the dildo and presses it to your hole and smirks when you try to press back onto the dildo.
"Don't make me tell you again." He slaps your ass and presses the dildo in further. "Stay still."
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Reader "secretely" steals an prop their partner uses to try and recreate something they do with it
(example - gamings Lion dance hat (I'm not very cultured idk how it's called canonically...) to try and do at least a part of lion dancing, lyneys cards to try and do a magic trick, wanderers hat to try and do his usual poses etc!!)
multiple characters headcannons!
JUSTIFIED stealing.
characters: lyney, gaming, wanderer x gn!reader
author's note: this one's next because i can🤩 yeah i'm gonna do all 3 of those so i hope you have fun reading lol
♡ Lyney
-uhm you basically stole his hat AND his cards right before an important magic show.
-he was looking for them literally EVERYWHERE.
-but he couldn't find him so he was getting worried by the second.
-until he saw you walking up to him with his hat on your head.
-"hello lyney, my love, may i show you a magic trick before i return it to you?" as you put hat out to him.
-"oh, mon amour, of course! just please hurry, i was getting really concerned there." he awkwardly laughs it off.
-he's not one to really have a problem with you taking it with yourself, butttt his magic show was starting soon!
-your card trick was one where you turned 2 cards into 4, then 4 into 8.
-even tho it was a starter trick and he knew exactly how you had done it, he smiled brightly.
-he's happy to see you having fun with something that he likes himself.
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⑅ Gaming
-again, a performance was starting soon.
-and he couldn't find his lion dance hat!(that's what i'm gonna call it)
-the first few times he walked into your room, he asked you if you'd seen it, but you always said no.
-you were getting more suspicious to him each time.
-so he secretly walked into the room, but then you just looked at eachother when you realized he had caught you.
-you, in a random pose, mid-dance, in his lion dance hat.
-"you- i was looking for it EVERYWHERE!! are you serious??" he was laughing while talking, it was actually quite cute to him, how you looked in his hat.
-"well- uhm- rate my dance?" you then tried to make up a little dance for him and he really liked it
-after he literally laughed his ass of with you, he said:
-"10/10. but i have to go to my performance now, i'll be back soon. see you, love, and then i'll let you use it once again."
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๑ Wanderer
-(i am so excited to write this one)
-so basically, he was about to go for a walk through the desert, with nahida, and he was missing his hat.
-usually, it's in the living room on the table, or next to the bed. and he searched throughout the whole house, nothing.
-but then he entered your shared bedroom.
-you, on the bed, in his drip marketing pose, shouting his "voicelines" in whispers.,
-"uhm- hi?-" you said awkwardly.
-"what the fuck." (he thought you were cute.)
-"i'm just- uhm- cosplaying you? ahm- yeah, i'm cosplaying you." the best excuse you could come up with.
-"cosplaying my ass. your outfit is your everyday outfit. you didn't even try to make your hair like mine. the hat doesn't suit you like that." he started acting smart and like the know-it-all
-"excuse me-" but then he cut you off (again).
-"no excuses. i said what i said." he took his hat back from you and just before leaving the room, he turned to you and said something more.
-"don't touch my hat, idiot. bye."
-you could've sworn you've heard a quiet "i love you" at the end.
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damn i really like this one too
i used to hate them when i js started writing wtf
but i most definitely at least improved lmfao
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MOTHER HEN: PART THREE
parings: hawks x mother!reader
word count: 2.9k
warnings: talks of abuse/ trauma!
notes: yall I cooked on this angst chapter (there’s comfort after I swear)
summary: You, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.
It’s been maybe a week or two since Fumikage, your precious angel, has spread his wings and joined U.A.
and today is currently your off day! Which isn’t completely rare but you still enjoy them.
Most the time you clean and tidy up the house, checking the fridge to see if you need to get groceries- which is your favorite because you love going to the grocery store and-…it’s full?
inside has a small note in Fumikages hand writing…
“Decide to go shopping for you so you could rest, Love Fumikage & Dark Shadow.”
darn your amazing son.
so now, you don’t have anything to do because your son decided he wanted to helpful.
So what do you do?
watch the news of course.
Nothing interesting is happening today really, maybe today is just a slow day!
those are your least favorite.
but then, your savior came, that one bird guy you saw at the restaurant!
apparently he was doing an interview today on channel 58, and you were only slightly interested in him.
So you switch to the channel obviously, seeing his amazing wings that were much bigger than yours…
you really don’t know how long you watched that interview- then decided to watch a few videos on his quote, “epic saves”.
Maybe it was the wings, they were bright and shiny- maybe it’s just a bird thing.
what’s not a bird thing though is going onto G-bay to find overpriced merch of him.
It’s like starting a really good show and hyper-fixating on the side character instead of the main one.
After about 20 minutes of scrolling, you finally found your holy grail.
a 15 inch hawks plush with metallic wings, now you really liked shiny things- which is why it caught your eye.
Probably just a bird thing.
It was 30 dollars though…well whatever you’ll regret this later.
now all you have to do is wait for your new shiny edition to your nest! and while waiting you don’t mind watching more-
BZZT BZZT BZZT
your phone vibrates, it’s a call from the school?
Fumikage did warn you it would get kind of crazy up at U.A.- did he get hurt?
“Is this Ms.Tokoyami?”
you hesitate, “uhm yes, is something wrong with Fumikage at the school? did he get in a fight?”
Now it was the principals turn to hesitate, “ah, no ma’am, we just need to inform you that the school was attacked by villains-“
what?
“I-is my son okay?!”
“Ma’am, please calm down-“
You immediately snap, “don’t you tell me to fucking calm down- your supposed to be the top hero school and you somehow get infiltrated by some thugs?!”
“Ma’am, please-“
You hang up, you know where Fumikage is.
So you get into your car and drive as fast as the law will let you.
You reach the school and immediately get out of your car looking for Fumikage.
You can see a group of students standing by multiple cops, and you finally spot Fumikage.
You sigh out of relief, he’s safe, he’s here, you’re here.
You start to run towards him, “Fumi!”
He instantly looks around for who called him, seeing you.
“M-mother?!”
you can here his class gasp, repeating what he said.
You reach Fumikage, your beautiful boy, and hug him tightly.
“M-mother, what are you doing here?” He says with confusion.
“Principal called to notify me, so I came straight away.”
You pull back and cup his face, “are you a okay, Fumi?”
“M-mother not infront of the class…” he whispers with embarrassment.
“Fumi, you worried me sick! Are we able to leave now? I want you home.”
“Yes mother, I just gave my statement to-“
You grab Fumikages hand and drag him to the car, “good, let’s go then.”
Fumikage hops into the car, still with his hero costume on.
“Best hero school my ass…” you whisper angrily.
“It was the villains quirk, mama.”
“Yea well I expect better from U.A.- you better have not even been near those villains!”
Fumikage looks away.
“Fumi, please tell me they kept you away from the villains.”
“Well we got separated and-“
that’s definitely a fucking email.
You put your head onto the steering wheel.
“Do you not have any hope in my ability’s?!”Fumikage angrily bursts out.
“Excuse me- you shouldn’t have even been near those villains.” You say angrily.
“I can handle myself.”
“You could’ve gotten hurt!”
“I’m training to be a hero, mother!- I can get beaten up if I have to.”
“You shouldn’t have to!”
“Well dad did didn’t he? Is that why he left?!”
Then the car goes quiet.
You don’t like talking about Tokoyamis father, you always argued with him about how hard you worked and how hard he worked- training to become a hero.
He told you he didn’t need a “loose end” on his record, he didn’t need Fumikage.
you don’t like talking about him at all.
“Fumikage, I don’t like talking about him.”
“He was a hero, he worked for that didn’t he?”
You don’t understand why Fumikage wants to put him in a good light.
“He was barely a hero, he left you Fumikage.”
Fumikage whispers, “Maybe that was the right thing to do.”
You smack the steering wheel, “You needed a father Fumi, I couldn’t do all of that by myself- I…”
He raises his voice, “Is that why you let Ryuji do that to me, because you thought I needed a father?!”
“Fumikage, I didn’t know he was like that!” You plead with him.
“You were barely even home, you barely know me!”
“watch your tone, boy.”
Fumikage immediately stops, he always hated when you were angry with him.
So angry to the point you stopped using his name, the one you gave him.
You take the car out of park, and start the drive home.
it’s quiet, you like it like that anyways.
Ryuji was nice to Fumikage when you were home.
Sometimes you wish you could be at home all the time for Fumikage.
You wish that you could know him more, you just want him to live a good life.
It was four years ago, you decided to come home early, Fumikage and Ryuji were arguing about something stupid- you forgot what it was about.
You saw Ryuji pin Fumikage against the wall and then he started screaming at him, Fumikage was terrified.
You called the police while you tried to get Ryuji off of Fumikage, they ended up tasering him.
Fumikage slept in you bed for 2 months after that.
He said the nightmares would stop when he was with you.
You try your best to avoid that hallway now.
You eventually pull into your driveway, Fumikage goes inside first, you stay in the car for a moment.
You can’t protect Fumikage from everything, no matter how hard you try.
Walking into the house, you try to open Fumikages door to apologize to him, it’s locked.
So instead you go out to the balcony in your room, you’re able to see a lake peeking out from the trees.
And it’s quiet.
You like the quiet though.
Ryuji hated it so he always talked to fill up the space.
So now when it got quiet, you could faintly hear Ryuji talking about something that was never that important.
you hate the quiet now.
You can feel the tears falling down onto the dark wood below you, your curled into yourself on the lounge chair that’s outside
you haven’t really cried in awhile, never had the time.
you feel a weight sit next to you on the chair, you assume it’s Fumikage.
“F-Fumi, m’sorry baby- ma-“
“Fumi?” An energetic voices says playfully.
that’s not Fumikage…
You look up, only to see hawks…
“What’re you doing here…” you say hesitantly, confused on why the number three hero was here.
“I was on patrol..?”
“Why’re you here…?”
“I saw that my favorite nurse was upset!” He replies happily.
You nod and wipe your face.
“So, why’re you crying?” He cocks his head to the side with curiosity.
You sigh, “it’s nothing…”
“Clearly it isn’t.”
you rub your temples, “It’s just- everything’s been piling up.”
“Yea, I understand.” He rubs your back softly.
“M’sorry, you should go back to patrol-“
“No, the world doesn’t need me for a couple minutes, but you do.” He says with a carefree smile.
You sigh, trying to control you breathing so you don’t make even more of a fool out of yourself.
“You want a hug?” He opens his arms awkwardly, almost as if he’s never actually gave someone a genuine hug.
You open your arms as well, leaning into him and taking comfort in his warmth, he smells good too.
“Man, your wings are small…” he whispers softly.
“rude.” You scoff.
“N-not in a bad way! It’s uhm…cute!”
“Don’t say a woman is cute when she’s older than you.” You say while chuckling softly.
“What if I like older women?”
“I thought you were supposed to comfort me, not flirt.” You push yourself out of the warm hug.
“Sorry- second nature for me.” He stretches, his wing go with him, almost knocking over a plant.
“Your wings are too big…” you say in a retort to his earlier comment.
“I can make them smaller for you.”
“I bet mine are way softer.” You tease.
He laughs, “wanna bet?”
“No need too.”
You turn around, your back facing him, “go on and get a feel- might be your only time to.”
Hawks laughs and shakes his head, hesitantly he takes off his gloves and brushes his fingers through your wing span.
“You’re right, they’re soft..” he says softly.
“Told ya.”
“Mine are better though!” He says with a teasing tone.
You giggle softly, hawks has already made you forget a small bit about the days events.
“Y’know when I was younger, I thought if you touched a birds wings they’d get turned on.”
“Nah, not with mutant quirks usually�� hawks says while putting back on his glove, “kids are always tugging on em so…I got used to it.”
“I used to let kids touch them if they were at the hospital for a while.” You stand up from the chair.
“Are you gonna touch mine?” Hawks says with a slight jitter in his movements.
You chuckle softly and pet his wings, “yknow, you’re much cooler on TV.”
You notice his wings puff up, “You watch me on TV?”
“Yea sometimes, very cool in my opinion.”
you can see his ears turn red, his wings twitch softly, and you hear a soft high pitched sound as well..? Almost similar to a bird chirping, weird.
“I’m glad you think that.”
Then it’s silent, you try to distract yourself with your thoughts but hawks continues to talk, reminds you of Ryuji.
“Was today your off day?” He asks curiously.
“Yea, ended up being a lot more stressful than they usual are.”
Maybe you could tell him the truth.
“I heard about the U.A. situation…is your son okay?”
“He’s fine, he had to fight apparently…I don’t want that for him.” you feel the tears coming back up.
“I understand that can be stressful for you.” He pats your back, his face still sporting a soft smile, it feels like he’s still in hero mode.
“Then in the car we fought- about his dad, about some of my…untasteful choices when he was younger.”
Your rambling, hawks probably doesn’t want to hear about this anyways.
“Untastful choices?” He chuckles.
“I used to date this guy when Fumikage was about 11, His name was Ryuji…he uhm.”
Hawks waits patiently for you to continue, he’s still smiling.
“He pinned him against the wall a-and he wouldn’t stop screaming.”
You can feel the tears going down your face.
“A-and i tried to get him off of Fumikage but he just threw me against the wall t-then he went back to him.”
Hawks isn’t smiling anymore.
“I-I had to call the cops and Fumikage just…wasn’t the same obviously, we wouldn’t sleep in his own bed, he became so quiet.”
Hawks is holding your forearms, his thumbs circle your skin in a smoothing manner.
why isn’t he smiling anymore?
“oh god- I’m a terrible mother.”
“Don’t say that.”
You fall into his chest and cry, what else could you do? you can’t change what Ryuji did to your son, your baby.
“Your amazing y/n, you…your a good mom I know you are.” He says quickly.
You don’t even know hawks real name, yet here you are crying to him about what you think is your own incompetence as a parent.
“I wish I knew how to make you feel better.” He says softly, he holds you.
“You should be on patrol..”
“My job is to help, and I want to help you.”
he holds you a little tighter, he smells good.
you can hear the soft static coming from his head gear, sounds like someone’s speaking.
You don’t want him to go yet.
“Mama?” You hear Fumikage call from your door way, luckily at this angle he can’t see you snug as a bug in a pros arms.
oh god- what are you doing??
You immediately jump out of hawks embrace, he looks incredibly confused by your sudden movements.
You look around quickly, Fumikage can’t see you like this, Not with some man!
You spot a weighted blanket, you got it for Fumikage when he was struggling to sleep without you- though he said it was too heavy and cold.
You immediately push hawks down into the chair and throw the blanket over him just in time for Fumikage to walk out into your balcony.
“Mom, what are you doing?” Fumikage says confused.
You sit down onto the lounge chair, mind you hawks is right under you being smothered by a blanket.
“J-just enjoying the view!”
The two of you just stare at each-other for a moment.
“So what did you need?”
Fumikage sighs and says something under his breath.
“Y’know I don’t have super hearing Fumikage.” You try to joke with him.
“I said that I was sorry..” he looks down at his feet, he looks ashamed.
“I shouldn’t have yelled at you, your already stressed enough from work and-“
“Fumi..”
“And you’re always trying your best all the time and-and I’m so sorry I wasn’t appreciative of that!” He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, it breaks your heart.
“Fumi you don’t need to apologize…”
“But I do-“
“Shh, just come here okay?” You open up your arms.
Fumikage goes into your warm embrace, putting his weight onto you.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, we both made mistakes…I’ve made more than you though.”
“I shouldn’t have yelled-“
“I still love you Fumi…I love you so, so much- and I just want you to be safe, and happy, and I want you to be better than me.”
You ramble, Fumikage listens.
You and Fumikage never really understood eachother, sometimes it was like you were both ghosts haunting the same house.
But you tried so hard to understand eachother and the only thing you both understood is the love you had for the other.
Fumikage loved you so much, and Fumikage is the reason you’re still here in the world.
Fumikage sniffles, “mama..”
You rub his back, “what is it baby?”
“Why is this blanket so bulky…”
Ah yes, you totally forgot about hawks.
“I-I uhm, no reason…” you look away.
“Is someone under-“
“How about we go get something to eat?!” You quickly change the topic.
Fumikage stops his little investigation, and nods.
“Go on downstairs, I would like to change into some comfier clothes before we go out or eat!”
Fumikage smiles softly and pitter patters down stairs.
“Y’know, the blanket isn’t half bad” you hear hawks muffle out.
“Sorry…” you peel back the blanket to see a red faced hawks, most likely from the lack of air circulation under a thick weighted blanket.
“It’s fine, glad I got to hear you both make your amends” he shoots up a thumb.
“Well, have to go get some food..we haven’t had dinner yet.” You say sheepishly, tapping your fingers together.
“You wishing I could come, mama bird?” He teases.
“No, I’m telling you to leave and never come back, bird brain.” You say sarcastically.
Hawks chuckles, his laugh is nice.
Hawks is nice.
“You need to go back on patrol, I’ve kept you long enough…”
Hawks looks away for a moment, thinking.
“Can I keep the blanket?” He says almost too quickly.
“What?”
“...can I keep the blanket? You can say no!” He quickly adds the last part.
“No, no, Fumikage doesn’t use it so- go ahead!”
“I’ll see you soon?” He says hesitantly.
You smile, “Course..”
“I’ll see you then.” He takes off into the sky, weighted blanket in hand.
You quickly run down the stairs to meet up with Fumikage, only to find him waiting outside in the already cranked car.
You hop in, “where to?”
Fumikage continues to stare at the house.
“Fumi?” You say hesitantly
“Why did I just see the number three hero fly away from our house…”
Well shit, how are you supposed to explain this one to Fumikage.
.
.
.
On the other side of town, hawks is at his own perch patrolling whilst holding on tightly to the weighted blanket.
The only thing on his mind is that it smells like you.
And when his patrol finally ends he flies home, hawks never really had blankets on his bed, always too stuffy for his wings to be comfortable.
This blanket would probably be even more stuffy since it was heavy and thick but…
He still slept with it.
He would never tell anyone that he slept like a baby that night, and the night after that, and the night after that one.
Maybe his little interest in you is worse than he originally thought…
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mdni. 18+ | pornstar jegulus.
“m’gonna make you a star.”
james adjusts the lens of his camera, zooming in on the new boy’s lips, catching the way he darts his tongue out to taste the gloss. the younger boy nervously giggles underneath him, resting back on the bed on his elbows, batting his eyelashes. james’ eyes are wide above him, a wide grin on his face. “gonna make you a real fuckin’ star.” he repeats, his knee lowering down on the bed as he positions the camera right, grabbing the other boy by his jaw. “look here, sweets, ‘n’ tell us your name and age, hm?”
regulus bites down on his lower lip, his eyes low as he looks into the camera, taking a sneaking glance at the man behind the camera. he runs his hands over his body, his fingers rubbing at his nipples, “well, uh, you can call me baby.” he licks his lips once more, relishing under the camera and the eyes of the man behind. “and i’m nineteen.” he seals with a little kiss at the camera, gulping nervously.
“nineteen, is that right?” james mutters with a light shake of his head. “just a fuckin’ baby, aren’t you?” he kneels further down on the bed, his hand coming into the view of the camera as his fingers reach out for regulus’ throat, wrapping around and pushing him down off his elbows. the camera zooms in on his nipples, following his fingers that play with the piercings then move to the silver pendant that hangs off a chain around his neck. “so goddamn pretty.” james comments, not knowing if it’s for the camera or himself.
the camera’s back on his face soon enough, james removing the grip he has on regulus’ throat and reaching up to stroke his cheek softly. he plunges his thumb into his mouth then, no warning given, and regulus takes it in. he sucks on it, his tongue licking all around for the camera but his eyes are on james. “good boy.” james murmurs before pulling his thumb out and lightly hitting the side of his face. “bend over f’me, yeah? show everyone what you’re hiding under these little shorts.”
regulus brings his finger to his mouth, wiping off the saliva with a slow nod. he turns over on the bed, hands reaching behind him to pull the thin fabric higher up his ass. he shows off the curve, his head buried in the pillow below him as he lets out a slight giggle. he hears a tut from behind him and james sucks in a breath, his hand slapping down on the flesh. “look how pretty he is.” he murmurs, his rough hand stroking over regulus’ shorts before pushing the fabric aside. “y’doing so good, baby, just gonna open you up, yeah?”
james angles the camera lens down at himself, his hand reaching into the waistband of his jeans while he balances the camera on his shoulder. he pulls out his thick cock and it makes a sloppy sound when it springs out. regulus releases a shaky breath, his back arching, preparing himself. “this your first time getting fucked on camera, pretty?” james murmurs, his hand slicking over his cock, pumping it a few times as he aligns it with regulus’ dripping hole. the younger boy nods, his nails digging into the bedsheets. “fuck—just, hold on, baby.”
james holds the camera up, the only sound being the shitty air conditioning of the casting room and his heavy breathing. he bends slightly, spreading regulus’ asscheeks before grazing the tip of his thumb over the hole, not yet shoving it inside. instead, he circles over the area, rubbing it softly and then some more. he curses when the cloth of his shorts falls back and gets in the way so he pulls them off, prepping his cock now. he rubs over it a couple times, a coy smile on his lips when he sees regulus wiggle his hips for the camera. he lifts his cock, resting it on regulus’ back almost like a measurement to see how deep he’ll fit inside and he lets out a throaty chuckle. he holds the tip of his dick, watching through the lens, skimming over the boy’s dripping hole before forcing it inside. he lets out a low grunt when he hears regulus moan softly, watching the way his head falls further into the pillow, muffling his noises.
“gonna make you a fuckin’ star, baby.” james huffs out, his thrusts increasing in pace as he lifts the camera when regulus looks behind, lips stretching into a teasing smile with his eyes all glossy.
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Could u do a Tom Kaulitz 2010 ff where the reader is a woman and she is a Goddess in the mafia world. And Tom is also a Mafia god and they meet to discuss business and she gets all flirty and since she's across from him at the desk, she rubs her foot on his leg ykyk. Then Tom calls the other people out and gives she like gives Tom head. Then he like bends her over the desk and fucks her.
If u don't want to do it it's fine!!
yyesssss
Business deals
PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader
CONTENT: SMUT
SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are considered god and goddesses of the mafia world, respected by everyone and filthy rich, they decide to do "business" together.
WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggystyle), sucking d, teasing, mentions of drugs
I was considered a mafia goddess, everyone at my feet. I had so much power and money, so much respect.
Tom did too, he was apart of another family, a well respected and filthy rich mafia boss. We were meeting to exchange business, I needed a favour and so did he.
As I got to his house, I was instantly taken to my seat, the bodyguard even pulling the seat out for me, "thankyou" I smiled softly, sitting down and fixing my dress.
I saw Toms dark and tall figure emerge from the dark door frame, a black sweater and dark blue jeans on his toned body. I bit my lip softly, the way his sweater outlined his arms was turning me on.
He finally sat down, I shook his hand and introduced myself briefly, "may I just say, you look beautiful tonight" Tom smirked, a hint of lust in his expression. I smirked "why thankyou Tom, you look very handsome" I giggled softly.
"So, business?" he looked down at the contract, "yeah, you said you needed a few men to take care of something? What was the problem?" he sighed "there's a guy who won't pay us back for the drugs we gave him, we have tried everything but can't locate him at all, I know how great you are with finding anyone so I need your help schatz.." he rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated even talking about it.
"Oh of course honey, I need something back from you though.." I slowly lifted my foot, rubbing it on his leg, a tension building in the room. He cleared his through, "right..t-the uh..the cars you wanted from me?" I nodded, a grin taking over my face.
I could tell his self control was wearing off, his forehead lining with seat beads. I moved closer to his crotch, rubbing his inner thighs softly. "Okay..well, I need you guys to leave so we can close the deal" Tom yelled out to the guards, they all nodded and locked the door behind them.
"Don't be a fucking tease.." Tom spat, "come here.." he growled, I slowly got up, standing in front of him. He looked up at me, a satisfied smile plastered on his beautiful face, his hands came to my waist, rubbing it softly. "You're so beautiful.." he leaned in and kissed my stomach softly, a hand coming to my ass and squeezing it roughly.
I slowly got onto my knees, getting in between his legs, "you gonna suck my cock pretty girl?" he caressed my cheek softly, I nodded, zipping his jeans down, Tom kicking them off.
His cock strained against his grey boxers, staring me down. "Cmon..." he pushed my head down softly. I palmed his cock softly, "fuckk.." he groaned.
I smirked at his reaction, taking his cock out, my eyes widening at the size, "oh fuck.." I whispered, looking up at him. "Too big?" he chuckled, one hand tangled in my hair, pulling it softly.
"No.." I rolled my eyes, not letting him know I probably couldn't take it. I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock, engulfing his cock into my mouth, taking every inch I could.
He hissed at the pleasure, "fuck baby..such a pretty mouth" pushing my head down further, my mouth only being able to fit 3/4 of his cock.
I began to bob my head up and down, tongue flattening on the bottom of his length, feeling all of his pulsing veins. I occasionally swirled my tongue over his tip, his breath hitching every time I did.
"Fucking hell baby..so good" he moaned, pushing my head down onto his cock harshly, saliva building around my mouth as I gagged on his cock.
"Oh liebe..you take my cock so well" he chuckled, his cock throbbing intensely in my mouth, signalling his impending orgasm. "Cumming soon..keep going.." he groaned, I quickened my pace, sucking harder and faster in hopes to speed it up, my jaw was getting super tired.
"Fuck!" he yelled, his thighs shook as he shot his cum into my mouth, grabbing my head and making me deepthroat it to make sure every last drop was out. I swallowed and pulled away, my mouth messy and glistening with saliva.
"Such a messy girl..bet I can make you even more messier" he pulled me up, turning me around and slamming me into the desk, my ass perked up in the air. He bunched my dress up, moaning softly at my lacey thong.
"All for me huh? Fucking tease.." He growled, smacking my ass roughly. I yelped, "Tom! Just put it in.." I pushed my clothes pussy into his rock hard cock, "alright alright.." he chuckled, moving my thong to the side and positioning himself at my entrance.
"Just tell me if it's too much, ok?" he leaned down, kissing my shoulder softly. "Since when did you care about-ahh!" I cried out as he shoved his cock into me mid sentance, starting to harshly thrust immediately.
He pistoned his length into me, hitting my g spot harshly, "Mmm! Fuck!" I moaned loudly, holding onto the desk desperatly, "such a good girl.." he moaned, smacking my ass.
His cock felt so good in me, fitting almost too perfectly, like it was made for my pussy, the constant praises and spanks only turned me on more.
"Ohh fuck!" I whimpered, arching my back to meet his thrusts. He slammed his hips into my ass, balls slapping against my pussy harshly, the room filling with sounds of our moans and slapping skin.
I knew everyone could hear what we were doing, it's not like we were being quiet. I think he wanted everyone to know, maybe in a way to tell them I was his, but was I?
He continued to ram his fat cock into me, hitting all the right spots. "Pussy is so good...so tight and wet f'me.." his hand tangled into my hair, pulling it back harshly, his lips connecting with my neck, sucking harshly and leaving painful, dark purple marks everywhere.
"Ah!" I cried out as he smacked my ass cruely, a red mark forming on the cheek. "Take it, take it like the good girl you are" he whined, throwing his head back, a state of euphoria washing over the both of us.
I started to feel tension buiding up in my tummy, my pussy starting to clench around his cock softly. "Gonna cum already? Is my cock that good?" he smirked, gripping my hair tighter and kissing my shoulder, leaving marks there too.
I nodded quickly, not being able to speak from all the pleasure I was recieving at once. Then his hand came to my clit, rubbing fast and harsh circles, bringing me closer to my orgasm.
"Ohhh my god!" I cried out, a clear liquid streaming out of my pussy as I orgasmed, legs slightly shaking. "Such a messy girl.." he chuckled, "didn't know you had that in you" he kissed my neck roughly, continuing to thrust harshly.
"Squirt on this cock again, now" he demanded, pushing me back onto the desk and grabbing my hips, fucking me even harder, his cock slamming in and out of me at an inhuman pace, sending me over the edge again.
"Gonna cum baby, quick..cum with me" he moaned loudly, burying his cock into my tight hole, wet and dripping for him.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" I whimpered, legs starting to tremble again, a second orgasm awaiting.
His thrusts only quickened again, tip abusing my sweet spot, making huge waves of pleasure crash through me, overstimulation setting in, "t-too much!" I cried out, a tear falling down my cheek.
"Just a little bit more ok?" he stroked my ass, rubbing my clit again to gain another powerful orgasm from me, "oh fuck!" I yelled out, squirting all over his cock again, the liquid dripping onto the floor.
He cried out and shot his load into my pussy, filling me up with his thick cum. "Shit..." He panted, grabbing my hips and sitting back down in the chair, his cock still deep in me.
After we both calmed down he pulled out, his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto his thighs, he smirked and grabbed a tissue nearby, cleaning everything up and getting dressed again.
"You're such an obedient girl, I think I need you around more often" he winked, patting my ass as I collected my bag, "call me then" I smirked, kissing his cheek.
"Oh, before you go" he stopped me, grabbing my face softly and kissing me passionately, "I mean it, come around more, I love seeing you, especially in slutty dressed like that" he smirked "yeah alright Tom, bye bye" I smiled and walked out of the office doors.
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Eddie asked Steve to help with his oral fixation, and Steve agreed.
wc: 1k4 | tags: rimming, a dash of daddy kink and breeding kink
"You want me what?" Steve turned away from the TV to squint at his roommate.
"I have this thing call oral fixation," Eddie explained easily. "Which means I need to get my mouth busy all the time."
Steve hummed noncommittally and nodded in understanding. "I see, we can buy lollipops–"
Eddie cut him off with a chaste kiss that turned heated quickly.
"I think you're already sweet enough for me, angel." Eddie whispered once they parted with a transparent thread connecting their lips.
Blushing, he laughed weakly and pushed Eddie away. "Alright, I'm gonna help you, dude. Don't need to butter me up like that."
"I know you're my favorite for a reason, Stevie," Eddie grinned, all sunshine and rainbow again when he wasn't trying to shove his tongue down Steve's throat.
And Steve was too eager to help that it never crossed his mind friends didn't made out with each other and called it a day.
Since then, Eddie would just sidle up behind him every time he was in the middle of something, bend him over any surface that was available at the moment, tugged his shorts down, and eat him out.
Once Eddie was done, he would clean Steve up nicely, tucked him in, and walked away as if nothing had ever happened.
Leaving Steve staring in bewilderment and arousal.
They never talked about it. They just treated it as this special thing between them, their little secret.
It also helped that they lived together. More convenient for Eddie whenever his craving decided to act up.
Gradually, it became their routine, they could be watching TV on the couch and Eddie would flip him over, burying his face into Steve's ass before digging into it.
Steve never thought having someone rim him would be cozy.
But Eddie always managed to surprise him most days, and this was no exception either.
Sometimes, he'd get so comfortable that he just dozed off and then woke up feeling floaty with Eddie's fingers combing through his hair gently.
Or occasionally, he'd simply read a book while Eddie lapped at his hole for hours.
It felt almost domestic if he dared to say.
Things remained like that until one day, when Eddie kept licking at that bundle of nerves, Steve didn't even have time to react before he came.
His moan was loud and high-pitched, and Steve blushed terribly once he realized what just happened.
"Did I just...?" He glanced back at Eddie, wide eyed and disbelieved.
"You just did, baby boy," Eddie grinned at him like a shark, red tongue tracing the pearly canines that always painted reds and purples on Steve's cheeks and thighs.
Steve didn't know what to do. He had grown to enjoy the feeling of Eddie's tongue fucking him so much that he just had an orgasm due to it.
It should give him shame and
embarrassment, but all he felt was a burning need to fill the hollowness inside him.
He wanted to be full.
"Can I ask you something?" Steve licked his lips nervously.
"Yeah? What is it?" Eddie stroked his lower back soothingly, but those eyes were dark and heavy as they pinned him in place.
"Can you give me more?" Steve breathed slowly, the air was so charged that it was almost suffocating.
"More what?" Eddie raised a curious brow while petting his hole temptingly.
"More than your tongue," Steve bit out, muscles pulled taut and heart racing.
He couldn't help but arch his ass toward those calloused fingers, seeking and craving for more.
Without warning, Eddie slipped a finger inside him and proceeded to pull out and push in slowly.
"Like this?"
Steve gasped and tried to clench down on the thick and long digit.
Granted, he had fingered himself multiple times, but when Eddie did it, it just hit different.
Surreal, thrilling, and exciting were all he could sum up.
"Eddie," he moaned, breathless and needy.
"Yeah, baby?" Eddie added another slicked finger and if Steve wasn't too horny to care, he'd definitely remember that they didn't stash lube anywhere nearby.
"Fuck me," he rolled his eyes back as Eddie stroked that spot again. "Bet y– your cock would reach deeper, feel better."
"Jesus," Eddie let out an amused huff. "When did you become such a slut, hm?" He crooked his fingers, making Steve see the fucking Milky Way. "What did you do to my good boy who'd blush prettily every time I teased him?"
"Your good boy is asking you to fuck him," Steve whined and undulated his hips to chase after that toes-curling pleasure.
"Is that so?" Eddie chuckled and retreated his fingers.
Before Steve could complain, he felt something hot and thick slowly breached his loose hole.
By the time Eddie was seated fully inside him, he was drooling and cross eyed, being stuffed full and stretched to the seams.
"Still good?" Hot lips brushed against the shell of his ear.
"Y– Yeah," he slurred. "Sooo good."
Eddie was nothing he imagined. Somehow, Eddie was better than tongue and fingers could ever be.
"Gonna fuck you til you cry," Eddie murmured huskily, full of promise and hunger. "Gonna ruin you for good."
Steve couldn't say anything, mouth agape as the source of heat inside him started moving, dragging every little noise and breathy moan out of him.
He felt drunk, high, and stupid. If only he didn't chicken out every time he was about to confess to Eddie, then they could've had this sooner.
He'd have been railed to his heart's content, would've been allowed to taste Eddie's cock, would've had Eddie in his bed instead of having to jerk himself off roughly in his room after being eaten out by Eddie every time.
He had wasted so much time, missed so many chances.
"Love you," he mewled into his folded arms. "Love you so much, Eddie. Love your stupid cock, love your stupid tongue, love your stupid smiles."
Eddie cursed quietly and stopped moving. The lack of motions got Steve whine his complaint loudly.
"Did you mean it?" Eddie nipped the tip of his ear, voice so low and raspy that it almost sounded like a growl.
When Steve took too long to answer, Eddie snapped his hips and punched out a chocked-off moan out of him.
"Did you mean it, Steve?"
"I m– meant it," he nodded blindly.
Eddie pulled out and carefully flipped him on his back. "Say it again."
Now, they were face to face, Steve suddenly felt shy. He made grabby hands at Eddie, needing close contact to soothe his nerves.
Eddie's features softened visibly as he gathered Steve into his lap.
He cupped Steve's face gently and placed tender kisses on it.
Meanwhile, Steve couldn't stand the emptiness inside him any longer, so he grabbed Eddie's cock and impelled himself on it once more.
The new angle knocked his breath away, making him dizzy and delirious.
"I love you," he sighed softly, feeling more settled when he was full.
"Love you too, sweetheart," Eddie held him securely and kissed him fondly. "My pretty cock slut, aren't you?"
"Mhm," he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders and met those brown eyes, so sweet and loving. "All yours, daddy."
That was the last coherent thing he uttered.
Because as soon as he let the title slip, Eddie had railed him within an inch of his life until he forgot his own name.
At some point, he had convinced Eddie to take off the condom.
"Don't you want to knock me up, daddy?"
Apparently, Eddie was a huge perv and more than on board with Steve's baby fever.
Needless to say, they had had spent a long time in the shower later to help Steve wash out the cum.
But in Steve's opinion, it was worth all the trouble when Eddie got on his knees and ate him out until he cried and squirted messily on the tiled floor.
Afterward, once they both left the bathroom in fresh clothes and climbed into bed together, they had talked and kissed and giggled before drifting off in each other's arms.
Who would've thought helping out your friend would lead you to your happiness?
Definitely not Steve.
Not that he would complain when it led him to Eddie, though.
———
Anyway, I live for free use!Steve who's only available for Eddie.
Steve: *simply exists*
Eddie: Oh my god, all of this goodness just for me?
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There is No Part of My Heart That Doesn’t Belong to You:
Buck’s been standing in Tommy’s garage for five minutes already, waiting for Tommy to say whatever it is that he’d called Buck to come over for..simply saying “I need to discuss something with you”
Currently, Tommy is under the hood of the Pontiac GTO, his attention locked in on the engine beneath his hands. Every minute that passes is making Buck edgier..
When Tommy finally breaks the silence and says “Evan—“
Buck cuts him off “Before you say whatever you’re going to say. If you asked me over here to fucking tell me again that I don’t know what I’m doing. I will…” Buck pauses “do something..” he finishes with palpable frustration.
Tommy looks around the hood of the car and arches his brow “Do..something?”
“Yes…I mean you know Muy Thai so you can probably kick my ass in a fight”
“Definitely” Tommy agrees wryly “I wouldn’t though”
“I will find something” Bucks continues evenly Something that you are NOT ridiculously good at and I would pummel you at it, and then I will bring you home and I fuck you into the mattress until you accept that I am yours, and you were always meant to be mine” Bucks jaw tic’s with exasperation and determination. His words a dark carnal promise.
Tommy stands up, his full attention on Buck and his words. “Now that’s incentive” he breathes “I’m not opposed to any part of that actually” His gaze hot, and like a heavy caress as they flick up Bucks body. “I can’t imagine it will be that hard” he drags that last word out. “I mean, I can fix things and I can fly helicopters. Not exactly that impressive”
“Stop” Bucks snaps “Don’t do that. Don’t make it sound like the only things that you ARE, are the things that you DO. You are worth so much more to me beyond those things. And stop distracting me by being so….fucking hot” Buck adds with a scowl.
“You started it” Tommy points out.
“I am not as green as you seem to think, I have lived a good life” Buck throws his hands up in the air “Everything I have ever wanted to do, I have done. So if you’re waiting for me to give up on you Tommy Kinard. It won’t happen.” He says stubbornly. “One thing I know, is that there isn’t a place on earth, you can’t get into with enough patience and the right tools. And that includes your heart. And I will not stop until it’s mine” Evans blue eyes blaze. His jaw set and his feet planted like he will bulldoze through any obstacle in his way.
But Tommy hears the tremor under the bravado. And it breaks his heart that he has made this man question his feelings for him.
“Evan” Tommy says softly “It already is”
“I mean it” Buck continues “I won’t let you throw what we have..throw US away”
Tommy interrupts “I’m not” he says firmly.
Buck stops and nods to indicate he is listening, gesturing for Tommy to continue.
“Evan, from the moment you sat across from me at that table with that awful cup of coffee, just..” Tommy cards his fingers through his hair in an uncharacteristic sign of nervousness “So ridiculously real..telling me you didn’t know what you were ready for..” He exhales as he closes the distance between them “Turns out it wasn’t you that wasn’t ready..it was me”
Evan’s shoulder’s stiffen, but his gaze remains locked on Tommy.
“I was so not ready for what you would come to mean to me. How loving you and being loved by you would..change everything” his rueful laugh is like an intimate caress as he pulls Buck toward him, wrapping him in his arms and breathing him in until his lung are filled with his scent, with him. “And it scared the shit out of me. Until someone much smarter than me put into words what I’ve known since that minute I kissed you that first time..The world should be full of Evan Buckley’s. But it isn’t…I have the only one” his breath catches and something raw and feral fills his voice as he says “So there isn’t a chance in hell I’m throwing you, or us away”
Evan’s whole body shudders as he relaxes into Tommy’s embrace “Well, it’s about damn time” he mutters.
Sliding his hand to his nape, Tommy guide’s Evan lips to his and claims his mouth for an achingly tender and possessive kiss. Pulling back just enough, he whispers against Bucks lips “There isn’t a part of my heart that doesn’t already belong to you Evan Buckley”
Evan buries his face in Tommy’s neck, wrapping his arms around Tommy as they stand wordlessly holding on to each other.
Buck pulls back just enough to ask “So then what is it you wanted to talk to me about?”
With a small shake of his head Tommy whispers “It can wait” and he presses hot open mouthed kisses against Evans throat.
“No. No more waiting. Just hit me with it. Rip the band-aid off”
Tommy groans..searches Bucks face and then with a nod and pinking cheeks he steps out of Bucks arms and walks over to his workbench and picks up a wrapped package there and hands it to Buck.
Buck looks at it. It a lumpy and misshapen, and he opens it with curiousity. He looks down at it sitting in his palm. It’s a keychain. A beautiful stylized metal.
“You made this?” Buck asks. At Tommy’s nod he turns it over a couple of times in his hand “What does it say ‘Evan’?” He looks back up at Tommy.
Tommy shakes his head and turns it around “you have it upside down”
Evan looks down at it as Tommy says “It says Home”. His voice is rough and vulnerable as his hand covers Bucks, his thumb tracing small circles on his wrist “It’s a key, to my house, to this house” Tommy pauses and raises his eyes to Bucks “I want to wake up next to you every morning for as long as I can. So this is an invitation, and a promise, you will always have a place here. If you want it..”
“Yes” Buck whispers and then repeats “Yes” as he crushes his mouth to Tommy’s, a hundred emotions crashing through him as that word echoes, and then settles and takes root deep in his core.
home..
#buck finally found his home#and he’s going to fight to keep it#there is only one evan buckley and he belongs to tommy kinard#tommy has a gto and it is fire#911 abc#evan buckley#tommy kinard#buck x tommy#evan x tommy#bucktommy#kinley#911 fic#wrote this on my phone
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I have a request for dominik : doing laundry day with him and everything starts normal but then things get smutty because you only wear sexy panties and his hoodie and dominik gets turn on by it. Maybe at some point he fucks you on top of the washing machine?? Can you make it smut and fluff?? Thanks and love all your work ❤
I've been excited to do this one! 🤭
Hope you'll enjoy!
SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 2.0
(DAY 3)
Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - Laundry Day
Enjoy!
Laundry day. You didn't mind doing your laundry on a day like this. It was a slow Sunday. Dominik was off from training, sleeping in for once. You, however, got up to do the laundry since putting off the task only resulted in chaos in a household shared with a professional football player.
Nevertheless, folding clothes could be quiet therapeutic, at least with a nice playlist running in the background while you did it. You found a good rhythm between ironing clothes and folding them into neat piles. One for Dominik and one for you.
"Where did you go?"
"Dominik?"
You turned around to see him standing in the door to the laundry room. He looked to just have rolled out of bed, rubbing his tired eyes, his tousled up hair sprouting in every direction.
"I woke up, and you weren't there. Where did you go?" He repeated, his voice still drozy from sleep.
"What do you mean?" You said.
Dominik's eyes looked you up and down, followed by a furrowed expression. "Are those my Batman socks?"
"Huh?" Your eyes fell onto your feet. "Oh, right."
You wouldn't call your laundry attire chic, but it was in fashion. At least if most of your clothes were still swirling around in the washing machine. You had to settle for what was left, in this case, an oversized hoodie, a pair of granny panties, and Dominik's favorite pair of stockings.
"I'm doing laundry." You smiled.
"All of it?"
"Yes."
Dominik stepped into the room, approaching the dresser and the pile of his neatly folded training clothes.
"Baby, I never asked you to do my laundry."
"I know." You chirped. "I wanted to."
"Why?"
"Because...I saw that your basket was full and was going to do my own laundry anyway." You shrugged.
"Wow, Y/N, thank you so much for doing my laundry," he said, still half asleep. "I've been meaning to do it for weeks now, but I've been too exhausted."
You smiled and gave him a hug. "I know how busy you are with your games and practices, so I thought I'd take some of the load off your shoulders. Besides..." You winked. "I know how much you hate doing laundry."
Dominik chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "You're right, I do hate doing laundry. But I love how thoughtful you are. You always know how to make me feel special."
You blushed. "Okay, let's just kiss the chef and take it easy now."
Dominik hooked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. "Kiss the chef, huh?"
"It's an expression." You giggled.
Dominik nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his rough stubble tickling your skin. He kissed you gentle, tracing them downwards along where your collarbone would be if you weren't wearing a damn hoodie.
Dominik pulled back and regarded it with furrowed brows. "Yeah, this needs to come off."
You bit down on your lip. "I'm not wearing anything underneath.
"I known" He grinned and did not waste any more time. Your hoodie was tugged over your head, with Dominik's eyes widening at the sight of your breasts.
"Like what you see?"
He looked to you and smiled. His hands then rested on each side of your hips, lifting you up only to plot you back down on top of the washing machine.
"Fuck."
The sensation it gave. Like a giant vibrator stuck to your ass.
Dominik chuckled. "It feels good, no?"
You reached for his shirt and pulled him to stand in between your legs. There, Dominik bent down and kissed you. He kissed you with his tongue swirling around in your mouth. You were both out of it, just minutes into making out.
"Take these off." You said, tugging at the hemn of his sweatpants.
"Okay, just let me get a condom first."
"No." You whimpered. "I want to feel you."
Dominik's eyes lit up in suprise. "Are you sure?"
It didn't matter, with the washing machine going off on your clit you were on the verge of coming just by sitting on top of it.
"Yes, I'm sure. "I need you inside of me, now."
Dominik rushed to pull his sweatpants down, seeing how eager you were. His hard cock pulsating in his hand as he guided it towards your entrance, pushing you panties to the side in order to reveal how wet you were for him.
"Oh, God."
The sensation was really of no other. Both you and Dominik felt it. Fucking on top of the laundry machine brought new excitements to your sex life. Dominik squinted his eyes with the pleasure it gave him to be inside of you. You threw your head back as the thrust of his hips, along with the vibration from the washing machine, had you on the verge of passing out.
"Babe, I'm coming." Dominik said, a struck of panic in his voice. It was a bit short-lived from his side, but there was no need to be embarrassed. Your grip around his shoulders tightened as your orgasm bubbled up inside of you too, causing your walls to tighten around his length, making a mess as you came all over him and him all over you.
"Fuck, that was..."
"The best...."
The two of you struggled to catch your breaths.
"Agreed." Dominik nodded. "That was the best sex we've ever had."
You smiled cheaply at him. "I guess doing laundry isn't so bad after all?"
"No, I love it. Let's do laundry every day."
#fanfiction#football imagine#dominik szoboszlai x reader#dominik szoboszlai imagine#dominik szoboszlai#liverpool fc#seven days of requests
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Azutara bending swap?
hehehehe i got it.
okie hear meowt-
Aang didn't know what to think of this at all. Here's Sokka and Toph explaining their 'excellent' plan that Aang sure knows can be done successfully. But the reaction they might get out of this could be deadly.
"I- I donno, Sokka. This could be dangerous." Aang hesitates. "I've never tried it before-"
Sokka interjects. "There's always a first time for everything. And besides, they wouldn't even know what hit 'em! See, all you have to do is . . ."
And so, that night, when the complete Gaang had finally fallen asleep around their makeshift campsite in their respective tents, Sokka wakes up Aang to carry out their mission. It's very simple in Sokka's head, but it's Aang who's sweating under his knees trying not think of what might happen if-
"Shhh." Sokka holds a finger up his lips. "We need to be sleek and stealthy." He guides them through the soft grass, trying not to make a sound.
Aang cannot help but shiver. Sokka has a brilliant mind. But sometimes, just sometimes, it comes up with shitty ideas like this one and Aang cannot help but follow through with them. Call it brotherly love, or genuine curiosity, it doesn't matter.
Sokka suddenly stops before a blue tent. "I'll go and check if she's asleep. Wait for my signal, and then you can come in and do your thing." He disappears quietly inside the tent.
Aang waits patiently for what feels like an eternity but he knows it's only been a few seconds. He jumps out of his skin in jitters when Sokka's head peeks out again. "We're on."
Aang gulps, stepping inside the tent slowly. It's dark inside but he can fairly make out a figure wrapped in blankets, sound asleep. Katara's figure.
He moves near her with surprising speed, suddenly filled with the urge to get this over quickly. He kneels down before placing one thumb on Katara's forehead gently and the other thumb on her chest wrapped in blanket.
A blinding bluish glow fills up the tent before dying down as quickly as it came.
Aang then repeats the process, and this time, an orange glow fills up the tent and dies down again. When Aang opens his eyes, Katara's still sleeping like a log, exhausted from the day's work and training.
One down, one to go.
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Aang has always been an early bird. But today, he doesn't wanna wake up. Or at least, doesn't wanna sit up and join the others. He's been up all night anyways. Although, he can hear everything that's happening around the camp as clearly as a spirit lake.
That is, Sokka screaming his lungs out. "ZUKO! I CAN'T SEEM TO GET THE FIRE GOING FOR BREAKFAST!! WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND FIREBEND!!!!"
Aang knows Zuko's still in bed like an old lady. But what he didn't expect is to hear Azula's voice.
"I can help with that." She says smugly.
Aang peeps one eye open, not wanting to miss out on the fun but at the same time, not wanting to get caught in crossfire when things go south too.
Sokka gives her a knowing smirk. "Sure you can." He says sarcastically.
"Now, now, Sokka. Is this how you treat a Fire Princess who's trying to become go- GOO-" She chokes on the word. "God damn it! I can't even say the word!!"
"Well, if you insist . . ." Sokka trails off before standing up and moving aside.
Azula takes a deep breath calming her posture. But it really seems like Aang is the one who's supposed to be taking deep breaths cuz he fears after a minute, these are going to be his final.
When the Fire Princess jumps high, spinning mid-air to deliver a perfectly executed firebending kick, a hugh blob of water appears out of no where, and splashes on the firewood stacked under the pot meant for breakfast, drenching it wet. The force of the splash is so high, Azula gets drenched as well, following Sokka, who's jaw is practically on the floor by now.
Azula is the first to come to her senses. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Aang notices Toph's face turn red as she's trying to hold in her laughter. Azula, not believing her eyes, demonstrates a series of double-punches, all of which results in blobs of water splashing this way and that, hitting every single person present on site.
"What's going on here?!" Katara walks in, carrying another bout of firewood, before getting hit by a water whip straight to her face. "OW!"
Katara looks all around, amazed. Isn't she the only waterbender in their Gaang?! Then who hit her?! Then she takes in the scene before her, mouth slowly falling agape.
"Katara! Check it out!" Suki exclaims. "Azula's waterbending!"
"That's impossible." Katara lets the firewood in her arms drop down to the ground.
"Oh yeah?" Sokka crosses his arms over his chest. "Say that to the wood that is soaking wet right now. All I wanted, was a little fire to light up the stove. But guess who decided to waterbend and ruin it!!"
"Hey! I didn't even know I could do that!" Azula yells at Sokka's head.
"So, you're saying we all knew you could do that?!"
Azula looks confused, squinting her eyes in disbelief. "Wha-?"
"Sokka," Katara looks at her brother suspiciously. "Did you mix cactus juice into our dinner yesterday night?"
"No!" His voice reaches a higher octave. "Why would I do that?!"
"Why are we all seeing visions then?!"
Aang wishes he had some fire flakes right now, snacking on them as he watches this drama unfold. Ember Island Players could never. He's pretty sure Toph's thinking the same too.
"Guys, relax." Toph says, leaning back on Appa, sitting on the ground and crossing her legs. "Katara can easily take out the water from your precious firewood, Sokka. Don't be such a wuss. Right Katara?"
"Right . . ." Katara says, just as she takes a stance, readying herself for some concentrated waterbending. She turns towards the firewood kept under the pot, and moves her hand upwards in one fluid motion.
To everyone's disbelief and shock, the firewood first smokes steam and then suddenly bursts into violet-coloured flames, burning bright before turning to orange, then red.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Aang doesn't even have to look to know who said that.
"Okay, now I'm definitely worried." Katara's face is filled with horror. "I can firebend?!"
Azula pinches the bridge of her nose. "It's too fucking early for this shit-"
"Aang!" Katara calls out. "Get over here!!"
Aww man! Just when he thought things were getting interesting-
"Coming!" Aang calls out as he jumps up and sprints towards the crime scene. "What? What's wrong?"
"This." Katara says, before she catches hold of a screetching Momo and lights his tail on a violet fire.
Azula rolls her eyes before issuing a punch, that hits both Katara and Momo, putting out the fire and bathing them in water. "And this."
Aang knows he's supposed to be acting surprised. But he does a terrible job at it. "Maybe . . . you guys are the Avatars . . . ???" He trails off with a guilty look on his face.
Katara narrows her eyes. "Aang . . ." She threatens him, instantly aware that he somehow knows something. "What is going on?"
She looms over him, casting a glare. Aang tries his best to not pee his pants. "I- I- I donno, I- I just woke up!"
Sokka comes to his rescue thankfully. "Maybe somehow your powers got swapped?"
Katara turns to him, still not getting out of Aang's personal space. "How is that even possible?"
"Yeah." Azula chirps in. "How's that possible? I've got blue flames. That peasant conjured up violet ones."
"Maybe you're just jealous that I got the hottest burning fire." Katara crosses her arms at Azula.
"Maybe I can shut that flame up with a flick of my wrist!" Azula says, stomping her way towards Katara, standing toe-to-toe with her, nose almost bumping with Katara's.
"Uh . . . guys?" Aang scratches his bald head taking two steps back, growing increasingly confused and concerned. "Maybe we can calm down and talk about this-?"
"Maybe you're an idiot to think that you could ever shut me up!" Katara bits back at Azula. paying no heed to Aang's feeble attempt at peace.
"Maybe you're an idiot to think that I couldn't!!"
"Oh!" Katara exclaims. "Do it then!! I dare you to shut me up!!"
"Let's go, peasant. AGNI KAI!!"
"Oh, did you forget, little princess?" Katara asks sarcastically, inching closer to Azula. "You're not a firebender anymore. Maybe you need to get your memory checked."
Azula steps even closer, if that's even possible. "Maybe I don't need my fire to shut you up."
"Mayyyyyybeee," Toph interjects, finger up her nostril, picking her nose non-chalantly. "You two need to kiss and save us all the trouble."
"WHAT?!"
"WHAT?!"
Both Azula and Katara turn to Toph with a panicked look on their faces.
"T- That's absurd! What are you talking about, Toph?!" Katara stutters, even as she looks at Azula's side profile for a second longer and takes a step backwards.
"I'm talking about what I'm seeing." Toph says smugly.
"You're blind." Azula states.
"Yeah, but my feet don't lie. Every time you two get heated, and trust me that's a lot of times, you both get in each other's face like this and spew out empty threats as if my feet can't figure out you two are lying! At least, I know you are lying, Katara. I got nothing on Azula except a faster heartbeat."
Azula's eyes narrow to slits, but other than that, there's no reaction from her. Katara steals a glance at Azula once again before she turns to Toph. "What does that have to do with our bending getting swapped?"
"Uh . . . I was the one who did it-" Aang raises his hand slowly, with a sheepish look on his face.
"AANG!!" Sokka cries out. "You made a personal Avatar promise not to divulge this information!!!"
Katara's anger immediately shifts to Sokka. "So you are the mastermind behind this . . ." A captivatingly pretty violet flame lights up in her palm as she slowly moves to Sokka.
"Katara . . ." Sokka gulps. "I can explain . . ."
"Zip it."
"Look . . . your fights were getting pettier and frequent and you both idiots couldn't see what we all were seeing so we thought-" Sokka begins to take steps back as Katara turns her back to Azula and advances slowly towards him.
"We're not giving your bending back until you either make up and be civil or make out and be civil." Toph states firmly.
But Katara wasn't showing signs of stopping anytime soon on her death walk towards Sokka.
Azula rolls her eyes. "Make up and be civil sounds too boring and wayyyy too long for me. And I want my bending back now. So . . ."
As quick as her own lightning, she moves behind Katara who's still advancing towards Sokka. Azula stops her with a hand around her delicate wrist, and pulls her flush against her body. Katara lets out a surprised yelp as she finds herself being whipped around by her waist to face Azula, her breath frozen inside her lungs, too surprised to even blink.
A soft smirk escapes Azula's lips before she places two fingers under Katara's chin, tilting her face up to plant her lips on hers in a gentle kiss. Katara's too frozen with shock to reciprocate. When she finally does, the kiss is already over. Nothing overdone at all. Just a soft chaste kiss against her lips and Katara feels like she needs to sit down, suddenly weak in her knees.
"There." Azula says proudly. "Now give us our respective bending back."
Katara blinks up at Azula, still stuck in a daze. "You . . . traitor! Who gave you permission to just . . . take advantage of me like that?! How dare you-?!"
"You're a terrible liar, Katara." Toph interrupts her.
"Oh, yes you are." Azula agrees with a smile.
"No, I'm not!"
"Oh?" Azula mocks disbelief. "Then why are you still holding onto me like this?" She gestures with her eyes down to Katara's hands.
Katara follows her line of sight and almost has a heart attack as she finds herself completely wrapped up in Azula's arms and her hands holding onto Azula's shoulder and neck desperately.
"UGH!!!!" She exclaims as she lets her forehead fall down to Azula's shoulder, burying her face in embarrassment. "You people are driving me insane!!!!!"
Everyone present on crime scene laughs except Katara.
Zuko walks out of his tent, rubbing his good eye and yawning. "Hey, what are we laughing about? What did I miss?!"
"Okay, who's gonna tell him?" Toph says before escaping the scene.
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i keep writing mini fanfics instead of drabbles for these prompts and im so sorry 😭🖐🏻 it's like my mind wont stop until i spit out every little detail. it's annoying at this point.
okie lemme know what you think abt what i did with this one!!!!
#azutara#ragzie yaps#drabbles#kazula#katzula#azula#katara#atla#azula x katara#katara x azula#asks#asked and answered#send me asks#ask me anything#anon#gimme more#zuko#prince zuko#aang#toph beifong#toph#suki#sokka#sokka of the southern water tribe#katara of the southern water tribe#princess azula#gayzula#bending swap
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Mushy May Day 8 - Sex Turning Into Making Love (Aether/Dew)
Made it to day 8! I'll be out of town for next the two weekends in a row, so my entries will probably slow down from now on, but I'm happy I made it this far! Was especially (unsurprisingly) looking forward to today's prompt. Thank you again to @forlorn-crows for organizing Mushy May this year and to @ghuleh-recs for the awesome dividers!
Day 8 - Sex turning into making love (Aether/Dew), rated E, 1102 words
Dew’s on him the second he sets foot off the bus, crashing into him so hard Aether stumbles back with a loud oof. The little ghoul barrels into him with such ferocity his cell phone goes flying, landing all the way in the dirt next to the driveway. The other ghouls watch in stunned silence as Dew wraps his legs around Aether and practically climbs him, threading his hands into his hair and showering his face in kisses. All Aether can do is hold on to the fire ghoul for dear life while Dew attacks his face and neck with wild lips and fangs, all right there in the driveway in front of the other ghouls and Papa. Even their tour bus driver, normally used to the ghouls’ antics, seems taken aback by the sudden display.
Swiss breaks everyone’s stupor with a wolf whistle aimed at the two ghouls. “Lucifer below, firecracker, let him up for air eventually, will you?” he teases. “He ain’t going anywhere.”
Dew growls into Aether's mouth and flips Swiss off, never breaking the kiss, hoisting himself higher into the bigger ghoul’s arms, seemingly trying his best to devour Aether’s face.
Eventually Aether does have to come up for air, and when he does, Dew lets out an irritated little hiss.
“Phantom, take my shit inside for me.” Dew barks at the younger ghoul, not once taking his eyes off of Aether’s flushed face.
Swiss steps in, opens his mouth to say something, but Phantom presses a hand to his chest.
“Yeah, sure thing Dew,” he agrees. “But in exchange, you have to do my chores for a week, yeah?”
Dew answers with a thumbs up aimed in Phantom’s general direction, face once again buried back in the juncture of the older quintessence ghoul’s neck and shoulder.
Phantom turns back to beam at Swiss triumphantly.
Aether gathers the squirming little ghoul in his arms, hoisting him up by the ass and turns to make their way towards the entrance of the abbey in an attempt to spare their audience of Dew’s increasingly desperate motions.
Someone calls after them. “Aether, your phone…?” It’s Mountain.
“Keep it safe for me, yeah Mount?” Aether answers back, already halfway inside. He doesn’t wait around for an answer.
By the time Aether kicks their bedroom door shut behind him, Dew’s already got his own shirt off, tossed unceremoniously to the floor somewhere along the way to the room. He’s got Aether’s unbuttoned and half hanging off one of his arms and is working his mouth, hot and wet, down Aether’s neck, licking across his clavicle before sinking desperate fangs into the meat of his pectoral.
Aether deposits Dew onto the bed with a hiss, and the fire ghoul takes the opportunity to shuck his pants and underwear before reaching out to yank Aether, now struggling his way out of his own pants, down by the arm.
“Dew…!” Aether stumbles onto the bed and lands atop the fire ghoul. He attempts to get a word in, but he’s cut off when Dew wraps his legs around him and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss, biting at his lips and licking into his mouth.
Dew grinds his hips up insistently, dragging his hard cock across Aether’s belly with a groan.
“Aeth, gotta fuck me. You gotta fuck me right now, Aether.” He’s babbling, writhing below him. Eyes squeezed shut and desperate. Aether feels sharp claws scratching across his back, attempting to pull him even closer. “You gotta fuck me right now, I dunno, I… Ah, I can’t… Aether you gotta...”
Dew’s actions are increasingly frantic as he works himself into a frenzy. Hands scrambling to touch Aether anywhere he can, claws flexing and teeth gnashing at Aether between words that are rapidly becoming more incoherent. Aether knows he gets this way, worked up and frustrated with pent up emotions. The last six months had been incredibly hard on the both of them, and Dew’s current state is no doubt a result of all those emotions coming to a head.
Aether presses his forehead to Dew’s and cradles his face in his hands in an attempt to bring the little ghoul back down to earth. He breathes, a slow and even pace, in and out, until Dew’s breath starts to match his. Until the rapid rise and fall of his skinny little chest is replaced by deep, even breaths.
“Come back to me, baby,” Aether whispers and dips down for a kiss, kisses him steady and sweet until Dew stops writhing and babbling. When Aether looks down at him, his golden eyes are bright and focused again. Grounded.
“Sorry, Aeth,” Dew apologizes between kisses. “Just, it’s been so long. Been waiting so long for this…”
Aether kisses him again, shakes his head and tells him not to apologize. Tells him that he wants this just as bad, missed him so much he thought he might not make it. Aether lets his weight press Dew into the mattress, a way to reassure him that he is here, right here with him. That he’s not going anywhere.
Aether gets Dew spread out on the sheets, takes his time opening him up with his fingers, reveling in the soft heat of the smaller ghoul’s body. A warmth he missed so, so much.
“Watch me, Dew,” he instructs.
And Dew does, pushes himself up on his elbows to peer down, to watch as Aether takes himself in his hand and lines up. Dew’s jaw goes slack as he watches Aether push himself inside, feeling every inch of him slide into his body, filling him up just how he wants. Giving him everything he’d waited so patiently for.
Aether fucks him, deep and steady, and Dew watches in awe at how perfectly they fit together. He pulls Aether in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around the quintessence ghoul’s neck and holding him close, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible.
When Aether warns that he’s close, Dew takes his face in his hands, looks up at him with such adoration in his eyes Aether thinks he might pass out.
“Love you, Aether,” Dew whispers, saying the words directly against Aether’s lips as they both lay pressed together, catching their breath. “Love you so fucking much.”
Aether looks down at his little ghoul and his heart swells, he’s never loved anything on earth or in hell as much as he loves Dew. He’d wait for him for a thousand years if he had to. He is everything to him.
Aether wraps his arms around Dew and tells him so.
#mushy may 2024#dewther#aether/dew#aether x dew#aether/dewdrop#aether x dewdrop#aether ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#ghost band fanfic#ghoul-slime mushy may 2024
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I read an old megumi fic of yours and I loved it 👉👈 you can ignore this by all means !!
But imagine stepdad toji has this rule, where if you and Megumi start fighting, he puts you two into this giant white shirt he calls the "punishment shirt" and basically, while the reader and Megumi are in the shirt, they have to make up.
Well, when toji outs them in it, he has to leave to a mission from shiu. That's when it gets uncomfortable for reader and Megumi to sit properly, still mad at each other but wanting to watch TV, megumi begrudgingly pulls reader into his lap.
It was fine for a while before a steamy part of the movie comes on, and oh, some under your ass is poking you now.
Megumi is embarrassed by how turned on he is, but not wanting to corrupt his perfect step sister, he tries to move the shirt so you would be able to get of his lap, which only resulted in him moving you around to accidentally grind against him.
Toji comes back to you two still in the shirt, but now megumi is just fucking into you, sweat, tears and lots.. lots of cum on the couch and on you both, while megumi couldn't care less, he's still fucking you like a rabbit in heat.
megumi and step-cest goes together like bread and butter i swear
but can you imagine how mean he would be :(( telling you how bad you’ve been while your clenching cunt swallows his cock — n he’s gripping your cheeks telling you that you deserve this punishment n maybe if you weren’t such a naughty slut, always teasing him, always pissing him off, he’d let you cum in front of your step dad too </3
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Small Atomic Ask Bomb!!
I've got a bunch of short asks that I'd hate to spam the dash with individually, so I'll just put 'em here, under the cut!!
Content Warning: Long, Brief Discussions of Racism, Misogyny, Grooming, Brief Mentions of Incest and Pedophilia in Fanfiction.
I've always been a hater, and I honestly don't really think it's a bad thing - not as much as everyone says, at least! I think being kind of a bitch about things that don't matter is good for you, actually. Gets the urge to be angry out in a way that's healthier than just snapping at people in critical moments. I also just think being strong and passionate in your convictions is good for you. Being a hater gives you a spine if you do it right, and it fires a gunshot and scatters people you don't really want to be around. It also has the funny side effect of people thinking I take things way more seriously than I do, just because I'm opinionated and will state said opinions clearly.
Big fan of this meme:
This is me.
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I used to peek in there every now and then, just to be nosy. Incest at the top, always. Or straight up pedo shit. Sigh.
Looked in the Mituna tag a couple times. CroTuna fucking nightmare hell dimension, always. Or KanTuna, which I also have gripes with. Or KanMiTula, which I have even more gripes with.
It is my understanding that the state of Homestuck fanfiction hasn't gotten much better since the 2010s. Everyone is wrong and no one is normal. Sad.
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I don't know if the mere act of only making Jade and Jake brown out of all the Kids is Racist on its own, per se, but it is kinda silly in the sense that, you know, John and Jade are siblings, so realistically they'd look similar. And... People absolutely do get racist about it. Like, making Jade and Jake uniquely huge, hairy, threatening, and oddly shaped - gangly in the context of Jade, buff as hell in the context of Jake.
I've seen some SEVERELY racist drawings where Jade and/or Jake were the only hints of melanin in the Kid line up and... Oh my god. It can get to straight up caricature levels. Watermelons and everything. Just comedically racist.
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Genuinely one of the dumbest fucking things in the world. People will say literally anything. Saying Damara isn't Japanese is on par with calling Porrim a fucking Men's Rights Activist. It's a funny little claim people who are grievously wrong say as a condemnation of the Alpha Trolls for no reason. Why. To look smart? To fit in? Dumbass.
Notice how they always have to invent bullshit lies to critique anything instead of just saying things that are true. It really frustrates me how 99.9% of Alpha Troll criticism just isn't at all legitimate when there's some real, genuine issues you could critique. It's stupid horseshit. I hate it so badly.
I don't actually care whether or not someone likes the Alpha Trolls, but at least hate them accurately. Come on.
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Everyone is so, so quick to turn a blind eye to just how violently misogynistic Kankri is, lmfao. Genuinely, I don't think I've ever seen anyone other than myself bring up the fact that he's an avid Slut-Shamer in the modern day. Other than that, I only really saw older Mituna fanatics bring it up over in the early-mid 2010s, but none of them are around these days.
Genuinely, some of the shit he says is so appalling, lol. Kankri FULLY deserves to get his ass beat.
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I have said this before but I'll say it again - I do not think a Red Romantic Relationship will fix Dirk, or even really help him all that much. Before he gets into a RedRom, he needs some therapy, a break, and mood stabilizers.
However, I'm thoroughly of the opinion that a good BlackRom could work wonders on him, way more than a RedRom would. I think a solid, established Pitch Relationship with, like, Caliborn would be genuinely great for him, both mentally and in a Character Development sense. I hold zero interest in watching Dirk and Jake badly fumble a traditional romantic relationship - that notion is painful to me.
... But I do think I could read a full Intermission's worth of Dirk and Caliborn fucking around and not get tired of it once. They have a fantastic dynamic. It'd be good for Caliborn, too, I think.
This has been my Dirkuu propaganda bit. Thank you.
Also, the Voyeuristic feel of how people handle his Mental Illness. It makes me uncomfortable.
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True. I don't have any other remarks to make about this, you're just correct. True.
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... Fuckin'... Why, though? What- what's the appeal? There's nothing there. I literally cannot conceive any way in which that would be compelling, and I'd say Hal and Kankri are pretty high up there in the list of Male Homestuck Characters I Enjoy.
People will do anything but pay attention to Female Characters for five minutes. God. Lol.
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It's literally just DaveKat 2. I don't think it even qualifies as a Crack Ship when it's just a variant of The Fandom's Most Darling M/M OTP.
It's just a deeply mid RarePair. Crack Ship would be, like, Dirk Strider x Rainbow Dash.
Dirk x RD was a popular Crack Ship, sure, but it's still a Crack Ship on basis of being a Crossover Pairing.
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I can't recall any specific instances of seeing this myself, but I'll believe it. People will do anything except be normal about Vriska. People will fight the war against Vriska on the side of and against Vriska at the same time. People will call her a Huge 8itch but then call her pathetic when she stops being a Huge 8itch.
We love Misogyny, I guess.
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Well, he is based on Tumblr, after all. Particularly how dogshit the politics are on here. Of course he would. He'd do numbers on here, considering his Woke Hate Speech.
It's called Bubblr, by the way. Like, canonically. We do know what it's called.
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It's actually based on the Three Wise Monkeys. You know, that old Japanese Proverb that goes "See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil"? That.
Kurloz is Speak No Evil, Meulin is Hear No Evil, Mituna is See No Evil.
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Great Question. My personal guess is that he's a little too nuanced for a lot of people to be comfortable with handling. He throws out too much surface-level Bigotry that people aren't willing to ignore because it isn't Racism for many to feel comfortable making him their Blorbo. When Dave says the N-Word and talks about how fucking Racist he is and it literally never gets acknowledged or resolved, that's fine and dandy, but god forbid Caliborn be a Misogynist in the funniest way possible AND have that get acknowledged literally constantly as a problem. The fact that Caliborn isn't a Fuckable White 13-Year-Old Twink means none of his crimes are ever forgivable because he's ugly and unshippable, or whatever.
The fact that he's Mentally Disabled doesn't help. People can't fucking STAND IT when a character is Mentally Disabled in a way that isn't Cute and Consumable, much less a character who is Unconsumably Mentally Disabled AND Complicated. It's just not allowed!!
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ᝰ.ᐟ 🐻❄️ — H.JS ; ! the party
nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut ] ꩜. | idol!jisoo x model!reader.
from this req.
“the music was pumping loud through the night of some event you’d went as a sponser for a luxury brand, suddenly a special little someone pops up & the feeling of nervousness pumping through your veins”.
boredom, that was the feeling you could describe, you’d went as a sponser for the house of Schiaparelli you were honored of course, still being a rookie model but being picked from a high level brand was amazing for your career, but.. you didn’t know you’d have a little got into a little fight with your so called boyfriend for a really petty reason, so you just picked up your things & went to this event not knowing you’d feel so pissed & bored after then.
the gorgeous dress had fit your body so perfectly, many compliments came to your way & well of course too much many for your liking from puny men, you’d just wish to tell them you’re not available in the dating game but for some reason your boyfriends company refused for your relationship to go public.
drinking from your alcoholic drink that you’ve been having for a few hours, boredom striking again but a bit more this time, suddenly you’d hear flashing camera’s & paparazzi talking & yelling out loud, out of curiosity you’d turn to look at who’s causing such commotion.
only to see the one only, hong Joshua of seventeen, coming in well late, the after party has started after all, but fuck he looked so gorgeous & well dressed with that suit he was wearing, but still you were going to stand on your ground & ignore him even if it wasfriendly talk for the public.
giving him your back you went back to the bar filling up your drink once again, you couldn’t handle being sober while he was there.
“hello madam what can I hook you up with?” the bartender said “just a light martini please” you’d reply, “i think she’s has enough.” a male voice boomed suddenly, knowing of this voice you’d role your eyes, turning around to see your beloved boyfriend, he just gave a light smile to the bartender then pulled you aside.
going to a near by private room then him saying “getting a bit pissed aren’t we?” he raised an eyebrow, you scoffed “think you’re all forgive if you come to a public event well hate to break it to you, you’re absolutely wrong” you replied, trying to leave the room “darling, we both know if you leave this room, we’ll have problems you know that.” he said as you were at the edge of the exit, you looked back for a second then went back to your previous spot.
josh followed you shortly after not wanting to cause well a scandal.
the night went on, songs blowing through the rooms, people dancing & drinking having fun after all it’s a party after all, you’d shortly go on to dance away the thoughts in your head, the thoughts in question? riling up jisoo.
you’d sway your hips feeling every beat not caring a pair of eyes was full on glaring, he hated the fact the he couldn’t anything but just sit there & watch but oh.. he wasn’t that annoyed he knew that you were in a bad position when you’d guys go home he had just to wait & secretly admire the beauty of his model girlfriend.
thoughts of you & him being on some vogue cover always excited him, but not just you & him but doing some well… proactive poses together, snapping the thoughts of his head while throwing his head back not wanting to suddenly pop a boner while dozens of paparazzi were eyeing on him.
so he just started doing small talk with his fellow member ( rawr you pick ) that joined him with this event to kill sometime.
finally, you’ve come back to your well decorated apartment that you’d call home, these heels have been a pain in the ass for all that time, slipping them off with your dress coming off with shortly with it, revealing the little black thong that had matched with your dress & a matching bralette.
thud! the door slammed open, you of course got a bit startled trying to cover yourself only to see its jisoo but not any jisoo and angry one.
“you think ignoring me would solve your problem love?, well the to break it to you, it doesn’t.” he came closer to you pushing you to the bed & pinning your hands above your head.
“lil whore thinks she can do anything she wants huh?” he smiles , moving one hand to squish your cheeks together, thinking it’s so how your eyes turned from hatred to pleading him to wreck you, it was pathetic he knew his aura had a strong hold on over you, after all you were his good girl.
leaning for his he kissed you so tenderly & lovingly you happily welcome his mouth on yours “open your mouth” he stopped the kiss, you confused obeyed him & opened your mouth.
suddenly warm saliva that was not yours, was spat in your mouth.
widening your eyes at such a move but deep down you liked how it felt, it was so fucking hot of him spitting on your mouth “my good slut takes my spit so good hmph” he kissed you once again then tracing the kisses down & up your body.
stopping at your neck he whispered “get on the floors on your knees darling.” & you did exactly what uttered from his mouth, you sat on your knees between your lovers legs, “fuck yourself on my shoe.” you face fell.
“w-what?” you asked trying to get what you just hear “i said.” “fuck” “yourself” “on my shoe, is it that hard for a dumb girl like you to understand?” he spat out, you whined loving the feeling of degradation.
soon enough to you placed yourself on his shiny black slacks, your cunt pressing on the the leather shoe, he lifted his leg wanting to tease you, you sighed rolling your eyes then gently rubbing your nub on his shoe.
“fuuuck~” you whined out, slowly fastening your speed desperately wanting to chase out your high, wrapping your arms around his leg & rubbing your face also against it like a puppy, “my pretty bun, like a bitch in heat aren’t we?” his pretty slender fingers caressing your hair then pulling it so your facing his pretty face.
you pouted & jumped more on him, tears threatening to roll on your face, you just wanted his cock in you it was just a simple thing but you decided to act up.
returning to your former place & got got back to fucking yourself on his show till your moans grew louder &n louder eventually coming on his expensive footwear.
“mmph!!” a sound from embarrassment erupted burying your face in his thigh & gripping on his leg once more but more tighter, “aww, that’s so adorable so good f’me you actually came on my shoe, pretty pussy will cum in anything from me huh” he laughed, pulling you on his lap, “think you deserve my cock now?” he pulled your chin up facing his brown orbed eyes, crying out a “please please fuck me please I promise I will be good please soosoo” you pouted, tears falling from your eyes, pussy aching you just wanted him in you fucking your brains out, “god, your fuckin pretty like this, they should put this on your next cover hm?” kissing your neck, covering it with your favorite. lovebites.
rip! the sound of the fabric of your once soiled cum panties, he threw it somewhere in the room but you didn’t give a fuck you just wanted him bad, placing you on the bed, he took off his clothes quickly, the urge of his cock being covered with your dripping cunt excited him.
“ready, baby?” he always asked you this even if he’s mad or annoyed with you, your care was his top priority “always joshie” you smiled at that.
lining up his angry red tip to the entrance of your aroused hole, he pushed no got to thrusting into you hard.
you moaned loud & hard, your knuckles turning white from how good you felt, you were in a euphoric state from him, you were so fucking aroused from the skin slapping, dirty talking, moaning, groaning, you were too fucked out to process anything you just moaned jisoo, oh jisoo! he made you feel so fuckin good.
you already feeling your high, “soo fuuck fuck fuck!” breathing out, you came hard almost squirting out of your hole.
he kept on his pace chasing his high too, wanting to fill you up till you carry out his babies, just the thought of that made him just moan out loud “shit my fuckin slut, hole s’tight f’me fuck”, slowing down as his cum shot up in you filling your walls till it’s dripping out of your thighs.
he pulled you close “are you okay?” he asked worriedly caressing your hair “m’fine soo” you kissed him, heart melting at his affection, “but your sti-“ “hm I know gonna let my baby cockwarm me”.
he lied, he fucked you once more & more till the headboard broke.
! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! I hope you like this anon 🫶🏻
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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞
❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞
✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader
✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic?
✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n.
✧ wc: 5.3K
It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.
But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.
It was him.
You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.
“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?
He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.
“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”
Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.
He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”
And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.
Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.
And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”
And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.
Fuck.
“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”
You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”
“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.
And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.
It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”
He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”
And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.
“I would,”
And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.
Fuck.
“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.
But how can you be quiet?
The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.
And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”
And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.
He’s huge.
The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.
“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”
“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”
“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”
Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”
And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.
He was too much.
“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”
“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”
“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”
“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”
And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.
He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.
That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.
“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”
“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.
He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.
And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”
“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.
And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.
You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.
“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.
How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”
“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”
And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.
“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”
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The two of you had fallen into a pattern.
And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…
You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.
“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.
“What are you—”
“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”
“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.
“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”
“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“
“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”
“Mahito—“
“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”
Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”
You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”
His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.
“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?
Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.
“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”
“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”
“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.
This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.
“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.
“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.
“I will,”
“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.
“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”
“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.
“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”
And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”
“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.
No time like the present, right?
“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”
And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”
“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”
“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”
“Have another lesson?”
And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.
He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.
And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.
Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.
And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”
“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”
“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.
One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.
“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.
“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.
His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.
You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.
And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.
Your mouth runs dry.
Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.
Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.
“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.
And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.
His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.
His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.
He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”
And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.
Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.
He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.
“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.
“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”
And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.
“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”
“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.
“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.
Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”
“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.
The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.
“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.
“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.
God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.
~~~
The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.
“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.
“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”
You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”
You were picking up your boyfriend.
He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”
note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!
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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*
a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!
nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.
nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.
nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.
nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?
nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.
nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (
nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.
choso: yeah i can do wednesday.
choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.
nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?
nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.
nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.
"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."
uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.
"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.
nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.
nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.
nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.
nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.
nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)
nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.
"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."
oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.
you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.
"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?"
"no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way"
"i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.
fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.
he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.
nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)
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