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yall heard it from the man himself

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Omg hii! Congrats on 200! I was wondering if the ask for the event is still open? I was hoping to ask for smut prompt 11 (quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials) with zayne. Thank you! I hope you're having a wonderful day! Congrats on 200!

Thank youuu 💕 Tbh I’m not sure if I captured zayne properly here since this is my first time writing smut for him 🙈 so please feel free to leave any constructive criticism. I hope this is to your liking though!

Mid-shift fix

Zayne x female reader

Prompt: quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials

Content: sex in a public place (no one sees it), slightly mean dom zayne, brat tamer zayne, “sweetheart” used as a pet name for reader, also he calls you a “brat” and a “naughty girl” (i’m sorry if this is an ick), creampie and pulling the panties over afterwards

Zayne should be diligently reviewing patient files. Instead, he’s got you pinned to the wall of his office, your panties hastily shoved to the side and your cunt squeezing around his cock with every ragged breath you take.

His crisp dress pants are barely pulled down. Your blouse is half unbuttoned from how frantically he’d fumbled to feel your skin. The only thing keeping you upright is his solid frame pressing you against the wall—and his harsh grip, fingers digging into one plush thigh as he keeps you wrapped tight around him. His other hand is braced against the wall beside your head, nearly clawing at it as he tries not to lose his mind completely.

“You have approximately five minutes,” he says sternly, even though his voice is rough with desire. “Make it count.”

You whimper, clinging to his shoulders and creasing his pristine white shirt. “You’re the one who interrupted our lunch together,” you tease breathlessly.

Zayne hums a low, humorless sound. “Because you were mouthing off all through lunch. Testing my patience.”

You try to retort, but the way he slams back inside you turns your words to a soft, garbled cry. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and sex, thanks to the sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies—and the coupling of your slick arousal that forms a creamy ring around his cock. He glides in and out of you too easily, the wet sound of it loud enough to make your skin prickle with the fear that someone passing by outside might hear the suspicious sounds.

“I can’t focus when there’s a brat in my office,” he says through gritted teeth, punctuating the statement with a sharp thrust that makes you moan. “But it seems you like to misbehave when you’re with me.”

His voice stays soft even in this moment, still measured and clinical as he reprimands you. It makes your spine go stiff and your cunt clench harder around him. He smirks when he feels it. “Such a naughty girl.”

Even though he teases you for being needy, you can feel him twitch inside you, getting closer with each delicious thrust. He groans against your neck, breath hot and uneven. When he’s this close to your skin, he can’t help but nip at it, leaving small love bites all over you.

“Your time is almost up, sweetheart,” he whispers near your ear, breath tickling your skin when he chuckles at your increasing whines.

Zayne slides a hand between your bodies to rub your clit in tight, punishing circles. It’s not slow or indulgent—just efficient, deliberate. It’s the way he does everything when he’s at work. Like he knows exactly how to get you to crumble in the least amount of time. And he’s succeeding.

“Be good for me now,” he mutters, pace increasing as your legs tremble around him. “Come on my cock so I can get back to work.”

You can’t help but listen when he gets like this—scarily authoritative in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. It’s clear he’s solely focused on punishing you with an orgasm that is too fast, too fleeting to fully satisfy you. And then he’ll send you home with a wet, sticky reminder of your misbehavior seeping through your panties and trailing down your thighs.

Still, you can’t stop the pleasure that rolls through you. Your body tenses, mouth open in a silent cry as your orgasm turns your body to jelly.

Zayne curses, biting his bottom lip to stay quiet, but his controlled thrusts falter with the way your walls flutter around him. He fucks you through it, chasing his own high now with quick, shallow thrusts. And then he buries himself deep and chants your name like a prayer as he pulses inside you.

For a long moment, he doesn’t move. He just leans into you, forehead resting against yours and breath fanning across your lips. His cum drips out of you in slow, warm rivulets the moment he pulls out with a soft groan. Then he carefully sets you down on shaky legs and pulls your panties back up over the mess to keep it all smeared against your puffy folds.

There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he fixes your skirt and blouse with those precise fingers of his. No matter how much you try, everyone will see how thoroughly fucked you are when you walk out of the hospital. But no one will dare say a word to the girlfriend of the esteemed Doctor Li.

“You should go,” he says quietly, already adjusting his own clothes and reaching for the files on his desk.

At first, you think he’s back to his usual cold, strictly professional self. But before you can turn, he cups your jaw and kisses you slowly. His lips mold against yours with more reverence than the clash of teeth from a few minutes ago. He has to use all his willpower to eventually pull away and leave you panting softly.

“I’ll text you when I’m done with work,” he says, brushing his thumb under your lip in a poor attempt to quell the desire to kiss you again. “I’ll be more thorough with your punishment when I come home.”

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lil sylus quality time blurb [suggestive?]

tags: nothing really? mentions of sex like proposal of it?

(psst im mixed and fat, so like...reader is gonna reflect on that- just an fyi) you know what I'm thinkin' about?

The way that Sylus holds and cleans his gun when you're studying/working. His eyes flickering between you and what he's doing.

Can you imagine? A positive reinforcement? MC/Reader doesn't want to work/study. it's just soooooo booooooring- no fuuuuun-

"Oh kitten, you want fun, do you?" Sylus purrs, his lips quirking in a tiny smirk. He knows the task that you have to do is actually important. You're really horrible when it comes to procrastination. He came back home multiple times to find out that you somehow reorganized his books or records. Deep cleaned the whole house (not that it needed to be deep cleaned, it was spotless beforehand). You've actually taught yourself a new skill- knitting or crocheting. Did you write that paper that needed to be on Jenna's desk at 8am? No. Was it currently 4am? Yep.

Sylus watched as you perked up, your eyes immediately zeroing in on him. Your laptop was sitting in front of you; document still opened on it just not filled out. Your hands were actually preoccupied with figuring out how to crochet a tiny stuffie of your favorite Sanrio character.

"What do you mean?" Your cheeks puffed out a bit as you slightly pursed your glossy lips. Your hands were trying to untangle the yarn that somehow turned into a knot even though you swear that you just untangled it.

Sylus leaned back in his chair, his hips sliding further down on the seat. His legs spread deliciously- you really couldn't help yourself. You stared openly at his bulge; it was his fault anyways. He took the day off, so he sat in his leather armchair cladded in only a plain black tank-top and a pair of dark gray joggers. On his feet, Sylus had on fluffy crow slippers (curtesy of you).

The gun in his hand was placed softly on the small end table next to Sylus, polished like it was just made in the factory. He folded the polishing cloth before putting it next to the weapon. Sylus folded his hands into his lap and stared at you softly, his eyes had a dark glint to them.

"You see, I want you to be a good kitten." Sylus practically purred, his rich voice dropping slightly lower. "If you can complete your paper and send it in... let's, say an hour..."

Sylus' large left hand gestured at your laptop, his fingers going in a circle. "I'll reward you."

You watched Sylus' hand hang in the air for a moment before he rested his arm on the armrest of his chair. You felt your brows furrow as you tried to figure out what your boyfriend was planning.

"Reward how?" You slid the crochet project off the table and onto the floor beside you. You watched as your boyfriend's lips curled into a mischievous smile, the glint in his eye made your heart race.

"You'll get to cum, sweetie," Sylus cooed as he sat up in the chair to rest his elbows on his knees. "Watching your cute face scrunch up as you focus on your little project made me feel a bit...heated. I'll get myself off and you have to finish your paperwork."

You felt your face become warm; you mouth suddenly dry, "So you're gonna distract me from doing my work, how is that going to work?" Your body felt warm, and your clothes only amplified the heat.

"It's called an incentive, Darling." Sylus leaned back into his chair, his legs falling a bit more open. "You were complaining about having to finish your document, right? It's a win-win situation."

[A/N: uhhh first time writing for this fandom, i feel like that i'm not great at it so uhhhhh thumbs up]

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T4T Ghost x NB!Reader

Anyways long time no see- anyways this is gonna be like nasteh smut. Also,, reader is going to be fat- NOT CHUBBY- and mix coded…since i’m in fact fat (NOT CHUBBY) and mixed. I’m also AFAB, so…reader is going to be afab...If this ain’t your cup of tea then please scroll <3. For those who click the read more, please enjoy <33

Also I’m going to write all the tags up here, if I forget any lmk <3 (This is my first time writing for cod-) also all grammar/spelling mistakes is mine- not really proof read

Tags: smut, oral (both receiving), terms for simon’s parts are dick/cock and hole, terms for reader’s parts are pussy/cunt, clit etc etc. Ghost is nasty as hell, nothing is too nasty for this boy, dirty talk, degradation, hair pulling, established relationship, daddy kink (only a little), good sweetheart is used instead 'good boy' or 'good girl'

MDNI; ageless blogs or anything under 18 is blocked

Word count: ~3.6k (LONG BOI)

Really, it was embarrassing. You were at the bar waiting for your boyfriend when a guy approached you to chat you up. You’re not the type to ‘be mean’ so you entertained the man. Entertain isn’t really the term for what you were doing, you were just sitting there while he talked a mile a minute about himself. You were polite and smiled, nodded when the guy took a fucking break to Breathe. But really you weren’t listening in the slightest. You were just sitting at the bar waiting for Simon, he told you to ‘dress pretty’ for him. And you did. You love dressing up for him. Sometimes he’d even pick the outfits. You really dressed more androgynous than anything, but sometimes you dress more femme or sometimes more masc. It was just what you felt like.

“‘Im botherin’ you, birdie?” A thick raspy voice whispered hotly in your ear. Simon. You turn to face your boyfriend, and immediately your eyes wandered his huge form. Simon was wearing his favorite leather jacket, the one you got him that you hand embroidered a skull with flowers pouring out of its mouth. (It was the same flowers he got you or your first date together). He was wearing a loose dark gray muscle tank, a sinfully shredded dark washed tight-as-fuck denim pants, his beat up black steel-toe boots, and his dog tags. Well not his dog tags per-say. It was Your tags you made for him as a gag gift- the ones you get from the tag machine in the grocery store for cheap? On the tags it read ‘Property of…’ followed by your initials.

“Ay, we was talking- me and ‘er!” The man now noticed that you weren’t paying attention to him in the slightest. Simon stared at your face as it scrunched in annoyance when the man called you ‘her’.

“Well obviously, they aren’t interested are they?” Simon turned his attention to the inebriated man before you two. “And I think, you should leave ‘em alone, hmm?” You flicked your gaze between the drunk man and your boyfriend. You watched as Simon’s eyes shined in the low light of the bar- they promised something dangerous and screamed that he was irritated. And you also looked back at the drunk man, you noticed that he also caught onto Simon’s cutting glare. The drunk man tsk’d at you two before sliding off the bar top and stumbling his way pointedly away from you.

“Si,” You sighed, your eyes fixating at the man’s hairy pecs spilling from the sides of the muscle tank. “I could’ve handled that, y’know.”

Simon watched the drunk man basically distanced himself from you two by the entire establishment. When he could not longer see the drunk, he turned his attention back to you. He gave only a small hum in response before scooting your bar stool a little to the side so he can slide his massive frame next to you properly. He slid his thick arm around your fat waist, and pulled your body closer. Simon stared at you for a second, his lips curling into a tiny smile before he turned his attention towards the bartender that walked up. He ordered a shot of whiskey after the bartender greeted you, and he ordered whatever you were sipping on before he got here.

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“C’mon, birdie,” Simon cooed. His hand trying to pull you after him. You follow your boyfriend with no hesitation. You’d follow him anywhere if it meant you were with him. You always mean that when you’re sober but you most definitely mean it when you’re slightly buzzed. Simon continued forward until there was a door. He let go of your smaller but chubby hand, and turned towards you slightly holding his hand up. Simon mouthed ‘wait here’ before shoving his way into the door. You wait for a second before realizing there was a ‘male’ sign right next to the door. Simon brought you to the male’s bathroom. He popped out a moment or two after your little epiphany, his scarred face cracking into a mischievous smirk right before you.

“Why you got that smile on your face? That glint in your eye?” You murmur. Your brows furrowing in suspicion as Simon’s massive hand wrapped around your thick arm, and pulled gently. You cautiously followed Simon into the restroom, he let you walk past him before he made sure to close and lock the door.

“Si?” You murmur, a question not asked but most definitely in the air by how you say his name.

“You know how sexy you look? How I had to hold myself back from taking you home, immediately?” Simon began to crowd you. You walk backwards until you hit a small wall, stopping you in your tracks. “I want to eat you whole.” Simon leaned forward, his face passing yours but stopping by your ear so he can nibble on your earlobe. His hands skirt past your chest and press onto your apron belly. His fingers splayed out as Simon’s meaty paw slid to the rolls of your waist. His other hand pressed into the old chipped tiled wall, caging you in.

He pulled back, his teeth catching on his lower lip as he scanned your body. He looked like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. You gulp as the hand on your waist slid up your body and cupped your round face. His thick thumb coming to stroke your plump lower lip.

“Y’ear me, love?” The question snapped you out of your head.

“W-what?” You mumble, face heating until the man’s dark eyes. You lick your lips subconsciously as you watch your boyfriend shove two of his fingers into his own mouth. You watch him pull the digits out, thickly covered in his saliva. Simon huffed a small laugh at you before shoving his spit coated fingers into your mouth harshly.

“Said, you like to entertain any man that talk t’ya?” The corner of his mouth quirked into a smirk, the scar on his upper lip becoming more pronounced at the action. You tried to answer, to tell him no, because he’s the only one you ever want to entertain. But Simon’s thick fingers pressed harshly onto your tongue, making you gag pitifully.

“Thought I said to dress pretty f’me? Not to whore yourself to anyone that shows ya attention.” Simon pressed his fingers a bit further down your tongue, giving you a heated stare as you gag again. “Not giving you ‘nough attention? Wanna be a preening slut?”

Your chubby hands grip your boyfriend’s thick forearm, your fingers digging in the muscle there as Simon thrusted his two fingers back in forth in your mouth, basically fucking it. You couldn’t help it, your eyes rolled back as Simon spat into your gargling mouth.

The hand that was supporting him on the wall slid down your shoulder to your chest. You decided to not wear a binder or a bra- your chest was more or less in the padding of the dress’ bust area. The bust of the dress was sturdy so you weren’t worried a stranger would see anything, but it was useless agains your boyfriend’s merciless fingers. Simon’s pointer finger and thumb circled found your nipple, and pinched- hard. The pinch made you whine loudly around the fingers in your mouth, the spit pooling in your cheeks spilling down your chin.

“C’mon then, on your knees. Since y’want to be a whore so fuckin’ bad.” Simon pulled away, backing so he was almost right next to the bathroom door. You stumbled after him dutifully. Your feet tripping over each other just to be good. You sink to your knees in front of your boyfriend, your body pooling at his feet waiting to be ordered to do something.

Simon stared at you, his eyelids drooping in insatiable hunger. There you were. Your dark babydoll styled dress fanning your beautiful plush body. The straps of your dress tied only tight enough to not slip off your thick shoulders, but not tight enough to dig into your brown skin. Your legs were covered with sheer black tights, over them were large fishnets, and your feet were in a pair of platform mary janes. The color the skirt of your dress was a deep brown, darker than your skin but similar in saturated warmth. Laid over your skirt was a black reflective mesh, that under certain lights does it show greens, golds, and partially maroon. And the top of the dress was black- in the middle of the bust was ruched, but the rest of it was plain. The straps were made of the same brown that made the skirt, without the reflective mesh.

You wore the dress Simon bought specifically for you. And you made his heart stop in adoration. Really, he wanted to make you a necklace of hickeys right when he saw you- scream that you were his and nobody else’s.

The palms of your hands gliding over the tops of his thighs made Simon come back to the present. His eyes focusing on your face- your two toned lips parting just a little as your warm honeyed eyes made contact with Simon’s near black ones. He gave a rumbly chuckle at the needy look on your face.

“You wanna make it up t’me, Birdie?” Simon rasped out, his tongue feeling dry at the sight of you. You nodded obediently- he would call it more eagerly than obedient, to be honest. Simon slid his thick palms over the front of his jeans, swiftly hooking his thumbs at the top to unbutton the damned things. He yanked his jeans down only halfway on his thigh.

“Look, lovie.” Simon gave a toothy smirk. He pulled his boxers tight against his dick, showing the big wet patch on his boxers. “Look at how wet you made my hole.”

Your mouth falls open, your eyes zeroed in on the wet patch and how his dick was stiff enough to pitch a small tent in his boxers. A needy moan escaped before you even registered you were making any noise. You scoot even closer, and rose so your face was level to your boyfriend’s dick. You can smell his wet musk- fuck. You leaned your head forward, your nose and lips nuzzling into Simon’s hardened dick.

In turn Simon gave a shuddering moan. His hips lifting from the tiled wall to meet your face. Your lips open partly, only enough so you can wrap them around Simon’s dick. You suck on the small length through his underwear, not caring enough to pull down the briefs. Some part of your brain itched at the idea of soaking his underwear- one way or another, telling everyone ‘I did that.’

Simon’s meaty paws tangled themselves into your thick coily hair- gripping your curls at base of your scalp as he thrusted up towards your face. Your chubby hands find purchase on some of the distressed holes in your boyfriend’s jeans. You curl your fingers in the holes to ground yourself- fuck it, if it needs go get replaced you’ll get him a new pair.

“Ah, fuck-“ Simon grunted out, his dark thick brows furrowing as he ground his hips up into your face. He rode your face for a moment or two before gripping your curly hair tightly and yanking you off of him.

You whine pitifully at the loss, your tongue darting out to lick at the juices coating your lips already.

“Thought you wanted to make it up t’me, mm?” Simon murmured, his voice turned gravelly. His left hand gripping your hair a bit better- tighter. His right hand untangled from your curls to stroke your round face.

Your head was barely able to tilt towards his calloused palm, but you relished at the warmth radiating from it. Your eyes slipped closed as your boyfriend’s thumb stroked your cheek. You only hummed a small ‘mhm’ in response before Simon’s thumb hooked itself into your slightly parted lips. The thick digit roughly caressing the inside of your cheek before it settled at the front of your tongue. Just behind your teeth.

“Suck my cock proper, ‘less y’wanna entertain the drunk from earlier?” Simon’s tone began to ooze with condescension- his lips pursing into a small pout. “Thas whatcha want? Suck on some whiskey dick- even though he can’t make ya feel good?”

Simon moved his thumb out of your mouth, trailing a fat line of drool down your chin as he gripped your jaw. You felt your brows furrow at the thought.

"No," You sniffled. Simon stretched the corner of your mouth with his thumb. "Only you, daddy."

Simon's eyes widened. His mouth falling open in surprised. This was a new one. But it didn't help that when you said it, his hole got even more wetter. Fuck. His teeth caught his bottom lip as he it took all of him to just not consume you entirely.

"Daddy, eh?" Simon huffed a low chuckle. "Wanna suck on daddy's cock? Make daddy cum on ya pretty lil' face?" His dark eyes watched as you nod frantically- eagerness to please radiating off of you.

He cursed lowly before releasing your face, Simon kept his left hand tangled in your curly hair but hastily hooked his drool coated thumb into the waistband of his boxers. He could give zero fucks if it was nasty or not, he was turned on way beyond what he thought he was going to be in a pub bathroom.

Simon didn't even pull his boxers that far down. He pulled it down enough that it bunched up on top of the ever tight denim jeans. He then guided your face close to his dick, thick hands gripping your head firmly but gently. You didn't really need any prompting. You were so fucking thirsty- not for food but for your boyfriend.

"C'mon, birdie. Show daddy you're a good lil slut." Simon goaded, his voice dropping into a low and raspy hum. To which you whine, your face already leaning forward to plant itself into your boyfriend's now dripping hole and perked dick.

Your lips circled Simon's dick, your tongue stroking the nub as you sucked on the small length. You slurped up any juices in between sucks as you went down on him. Simon gripped at your hair close to your scalp, fingers pulling pleasantly on your locks. His right hand rested on the crown of your head, fingertips stroking your scalp gently in encouragement as he shoved your head even closer to his groin.

"You're such a good whore," Simon groaned, his hips bucking on their own into your face. And you took it like a champ, pushing your head against his pelvis to get his length somehow even further in your mouth. At this point you letting out little moans and whimpers as Simon used you as he saw fit. Nothing more but a whore. The whole idea of being used like this is making you soaked, you already can feel your tights sticking to your thighs nastily.

Simon began to feel his gut tighten. It was a shame, but you really couldn't blame the poor man though. He was worked up at how fucking delicious you looked tonight. For him. And damn if that didn't make him so fucking hungry. You wearing what he bought and picked out for you- it was his secret way of letting everyone know that you were his and only his. Nobody could do a damn thing about it.

Simon slid his right boot in between your thighs, prying your legs apart and placed the toe of his boot right underneath your pussy. You were doing so good, and he had to reward you. The sight of you on your knees for him was literally going to kill him, he swore it.

"Here-" Simon cut off as you hollowed your cheeks on his small length, your brown eyes watching him as his hips stuttered at the suction. "Use my boot, baby. You've been such a good sweetheart f'me. Get yourself off on my boot."

You moan hotly against Simon's length. Your legs spreading enough so you were able to sit on your boyfriend's steel-toed boot. You press your clothed pussy on the toe, and ground down. It took you a moment, but you found a good rhythm. You began to moan hotly against Simon's length, your tongue swiping as you go down. Trying to get anymore of his wet juice on your tongue.

Simon watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, sucking him off and getting yourself off making you look delectable. The sight was ruining him, and he was was so close to hurtling off the cliff of no return.

So close. But he heard a familiar voice approaching the bathroom door. Something along the lines of 'order another round, gotta take a piss'. It was the drunk man from earlier. A wicked idea popped into his head, and it caused him to groan. Loud.

Your eyes fly open to look at your boyfriend. You make eye contact with Simon, and you watch a mischievous glint form in his eyes. He is never this loud in anywhere other than your private flat- though Simon pressed your head towards his groin when you began to slow down in confusion, signalling to continue as you were beforehand. You do as you were told and even doubled your efforts. You wanted Simon to ruin your face and possibly your dress. You wanted him to make a right fucking mess of you.

"Ah fuck, baby. You doin' so good f'me." Simon groaned out, a bit louder than he usually was. But the praise made you melt. You ground harshly against his boot in response.

"Such a good slut, huh? Bet that wanker from earlier couldn't make you cum, yea?" Simon bit his lip, he was right there. And you digging your pudgy fingertips into the front of his thighs, and it was sending him even further to the edge.

You began to unconsciously make these whining moans. Muffled because you were buried deep in your boyfriend's slit, but they were getting more and more frequent. Simon pulling harshly at your hair and he actually began tipping his foot up to meet your thrusts was making you so fucking desperate. You ground your hips even faster on Simon's boot, you just wanted to cum. His praise was making your head foggy and making the coil in your belly tight.

Simon cursed at the sight before him. You looked back up at him and your eyes were wet and shiny with tears. Honestly you looked so pitiful, and it made him finally lose it. Your boyfriend shoved your face firmly onto his dick.

"Fuckin' take it- take it." Simon grunted, honestly not caring to entertain the drunk man that was most likely on the other side of the locked bathroom door. He ground his hips into your face. You open your mouth and made your wide and firm. You let him ride your tongue as he gushed on your face. You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the taste.

The coil in your tummy snapped. Your hips gave one maybe two thrusts before stilling on Simon's boot. Since your mouth was open to let him ride your tongue, all of your groans escaped unfiltered. They echoed the empty bathroom along with Simon's low grunts as he came down from his high. Your hips twitched a bit as Simon moved his foot back, unconsciously trying to follow the now soaking wet shoe. The two of you stay in place a couple moments, both of you trying to catch your breaths for a second.

Simon looked at you, his hands were already untangled from your curls- but he already caused your hair to become unfortunately frizzy beyond repair. He gave a sheepish smile when you looked up at him. He held our his hand to help you up, which you gratefully accepted. Simon made sure you were steady on your feet before pulling up his boxers and jeans. His fingers deftly buttoned his pants in record time even though Simon's hands were shaky from the orgasm you yanked from him.

"Let's getcha clean up," Simon murmured, his hands coming to soothe any wrinkles in your dress and pat any dust off the fabric. He gently clasped your hand and pulled you to the sink. Simon yanked a couple of paper towels from the dispenser before wetting them to wash your face. He took the we paper and briskly but softly, wiped your face. Simon made sure that he thoroughly cleaned off your face before taking your hand and led you to the bathroom door.

You soaked his boot, and honestly the leather is squeaking partially on the tiled floor because of it. But Simon reveled in it. You came on his shoe, like a good little slut. And he was pretty sure the drunk man from earlier knew it too. Since he was mostly definitely outside the bathroom door. Simon threw the paper towels away in the trashcan before reaching and unlocking the door. He yanked it open, and as expected the drunkard was there. And like the disgusting man he was, he fell forward because of fucking course he was leaning to listen to the two of you.

"Sorry 'bout tha mate," Simon smirked, perfectly avoiding the man on the floor. "Didn't meant to keep ya waitin'. " He gripped your hand tighter, and pulled you along with him.

(Ahhhh A/N: wanted to add like a whole other two scenes to this but this thang is LONG. so uh, if you want more? also. again my grammar and spelling?? all my fault. I honestly don't care to be like. super proper about this. so apologies. <3)

[enbyfrogwrites]

oh how embarrassing im writing another poolverine fic and here it is, 4k words and only now am i getting to the smut...

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anywayyys, my computer like died four times when tryna finish chapter two….so uh. Yea here’s the link to that poolverine fic-

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aaaaa fuck the poolverine fic that im writing is so horney that i had to break it in TWO chapters and the worst thing is that it's fucking 9k for the first chapter and the second one is already at 2k and im not DONE. send help

also if you wanna be horney too here's the link teehee READ THE TAGS.

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im almost done with the poolverine fic- it's almost 8k jfc im so tired and i was sick so that's why it took so long, ik nobody actually cared but still yet-

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oh no- i'm writng a poolverine fic and it's like already 4.4k words and i havent even gotten close to finishing it send help

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nauuuur my recent post i forgot to take out pegging bc i felt like my rambles was stupiiid noooooooooooo

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oh lil headcannons cuz yuh

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i think this is gonna be both nsfw and sfw- so chef kiss-

headcannons about mr gojo satoru (and him being your good pet)

tags: nsfw, pegging, oral both receiving, name calling (satoru getting called slut,,etc etc), sub!gojo, needy!gojo, reader is nb coded as per usual (afab cuz i am duh), reader is also FAT not chubby or chunky- we talkin 2 sum to do sum. reader is also mixed coded

there's some sfw but this is gonna be mostly nsfw i guess, anyways don't like? don't read. minors and ageless blogs dni PLEASE

word count: ~1.5k (yikes this is just rambling tho)

sfw:

-oh man gojo's whipped,, oh you mention something you was thinking about?? oh he's getting it for you even though you didn't ask him to

-he purposely gets you clothes that shows your tummy and stretch marks, more cuz he likes looking at them at any point when you two are in public than anything else

-gets upset when you have random bouts of depression and low esteem about your body. (you initially thought that he was shallow and didn't want to be seen with you out in public because of your apron belly and back rolls...he quickly shut that down)

-purposely holds you in front of his big ass mirror that he has in his room...for reasons...ahem,, he holds firmly as he murmurs softly in your ear about how much he loves you and what he loves to look at on you

-whenever he eats sweets, he always gets extra of what you've told him that you liked, always (he's not going to tell you, but you've found his stash of snacks that he has specifically for you)

-unconsciously he does in fact grab at your apron belly. not even like to feel it or anything,, it's like a comfort thing???? like you two watching tv and cuddling? grabs. you're washing dishes and he comes from behind you? your stomach is the first thing he holds when he wraps his arms around you

-your belly and thighs are gojo's fave place to lay on. hands down. your warmth radiates and he's addicted...

-also when people call him a chubby chaser, he immediately shuts it down. not that he's ashamed of you or anything, just the fact that he thinks it's stupid as hell to have a label. he fell in love with you for You, not your looks or shape, Duh.

-not to be an asshole, but when gojo first saw how physically strong you were when you defeated a curse with not a single scratch on you? he deadass was shocked lowkey; not in a way of fat shaming or anything just the fact that you're a shit ton stronger than he thought tbh

-if it happens that you're a teacher in the school, he would specifically visit your classroom to just be a bother. sitting in the back of the class and asking dumb questions so you can huff and pout your cheeks on your beautiful round cheeks at him.

-his favorite thing to do is make you smile. his wallpaper on his phone is when you two were on a date and he took a picture of you when you weren't paying attention.

-speaking of pictures, he gets so upset when you don't like to take pics of yourself. on multiple occasions when you said anything mentioning your double chin, your rolls, the way your stomach looks in your clothes, etc etc; gojo get's so frustrated with you. like how can you not see how perfect you look to him

-for the first time you spent the night at his place for whatever reason, you REFUSED to have any part of your skin showing, you wore pants, socks, a big ass tshirt. gojo literally was so heartbroken that when you two got up in the morning he had a discussion about how much he loves you.

uhhhhhhhhhhh i guess n//sfw neooooow:

-the first time you and gojo got intimate? you initially actually refused to be touched, all you did was constantly give him handjobs and blowjobs. tbh it was frustrating the hell out of the both of you, but you "didn't want to scare him off"

-when you finally actually slept with the poor man, you were a ball of nerves. you refused to take off your shirt at first, and only let him hit it from the back for a while.

-that shit deadass broke gojo's heart, almost to tears tbh. when you started to cry the first time you stood completely naked in front of him. it took time to calm you down, but gojo was so appalled to find out that you thought so low about yourself.

-after the first time he saw you naked, gojo purposely began Worshipping you, making sure that you Knew that he loved literally every single inch of your body

-when you finally built up the courage to ride him? GYAT DAYUM. to say gojo was in heaven? was an understatement. when he saw you, and your absolutely perfect body bouncing on his cock? to say he came so fast that he almost had a trolley horse??? he didn't wait to recover from his orgasm before flipping you on your back and fucking folded you in half and plowed you

-gojo's favorite thing he ever got for his birthday was you in lingerie. so serious. you never dressed up in anything "scandalous". you told him you felt too self-conscious and embarrassed. which gojo didn't want to push the issue since he at least got you to feel comfortable to be naked around him. (1/4)

-continuing his birthday. it was late at night when you two came from celebrating his birthday. you told him to sit on his bed while you wanted to go to his bathroom to "freshen up". He already had you dress in his favorite clothes so he was half hard the whole evening to be frank. but when you came out of his bathroom, cladded in delicate phthalo green lace, with matching garters and thigh highs; gojo almost passed out how fast his cock hardened. (2/4)

-how can you look so ethereal?? you felt so embarrassed because you were just standing there, and he was just...Staring at you. you began to shy away from gojo before he finally opened his mouth. when on closer inspection, you saw he had to wipe his face since he was drooling. (3/4)

-"no no no no please- no don't go-" the words fumble out of gojo's mouth, cracking at the end. his bright eyes round as saucers as he made his way to where you were by the bathroom door. he fell to his knees as he gazed on your body- your stretch marks and rolls on clear display. to say in the least when he begged where you got your set from- he BOUGHT THE WHOLE STORE (4/4 fin bday thing)

-his favorite thing he loves to eat is sweets-that's what he tells everyone. cake, cookies, mochi, fruit, you,, the last one he doesn't tell anyone else. but to him that's his favorite thing to eat, Ever. oh you had a bad day at work? he eats you out for forever. He had a bad day at work? he eats you out for forever. tbh when he's bored he kinda navigates himself towards your hole. it's so addicting to him. makes him hard just thinking of what you taste like- even when he's in the middle of a mission.

-oop he didn't tell Anyone. but You found out his secret. everyone depends on gojo; his friends, family, clan, students...everyone has to count on him. he's the strongest of course. not to you though. never to you... when you and him were bickering on what position to be in, your voice cut through him. you Demanded him to lay down and let you take control. (1/6 sub gojo)

-the Whimper that left that poor man's throat? was so Delectable. You felt your eyes blink owlishly at gojo before you immediately climb on top of him. your hands quickly coming up to his chest before going further up to the meaty parts of his shoulders. you swiftly put a lot of your weight on your hands, pinning gojo to the bed. (2/6)

-"ohhhh if i knew you were such a Slut, i've would've done this ages ago" the only noise that came out of your boyfriend's mouth a choked whine as you watched his already flushed face, turn even redder. his head involuntarily nodding at your words. (3/6)

-"y-yeah im your slut" was the only sentence gojo can muster before his pretty eyes screwed tight in embarrassment. OH? oh- now this is new. you didn't think he was soo...nasty. so needy and you can watch how your boyfriend unconsciously leaned into your touch like a man starved. (4/6)

-your right hand came up and grabbed gojo's face, squishing his cheeks as your face came closer to his. your boyfriend's eyes shot open at your harsh grip, and you can see his eyebrows furrow so cutely together. you also happen to notice that his cock bounced and twitched almost violently when you FORCED gojo to look you in your eyes (5/6)

-"prove it then. prove that you're my slut. i want you to cum as many times as i want you to, but you have to tell me Every time" well, everyone knew he was loud anyways but you were so glad that your boyfriend lived in his own home- his screams most definitely would've caused a noise complaint (6/6 sub gojo)

***so anyways i think i wrote enough bc i feel like this wasn't even that good. shrugs. anyways pls send me any good ideas to write about...i think im just a sub!jjk blog atp idk

[enbyfrogwrites]

you're so needy, baby pt. 2

so! y'all voted for the content of pt 2. I hope y'all enjoy, again mdni and everything is under the cut <3.

tags: dead dove do not eat, mommy kink, sub!choso, smut, begging, afab reader but reader is nb coded, reader is mix coded but there's nothing pertaining to race outwardly, cockwarming, reverse cowgirl, needy!choso, dom!gn!reader, reader is FAT not chubby or curvy, squirting, 18+; i don't go into details of what reader has, but reader is afab!coded but no outward description of their bottom half. Additionally, no use of y/n, unprotected sex

i'm trying my best, my physical and mental health went down the drain so i'm sorry that it took literal months to even begin this. there's going to be spelling and grammar errors cuz i'm just one person and that's just how it goes. please send me asks of yummy content. i think im gonna make this sub characters blog lmao

thanks for reading <3

word count: ~1.8k

You look back at Choso, his face wet as he pathetically whimpers a combination of pleas and 'Mommy'. You've been playing your game for a while. You haven't checked the time yet, but you figured it was close to an hour since you actually started playing.

"M-Mommy-" Choso huffed hotly into the nape of your neck. "Has it been an hour yet?" His voice was so whiney, the tail end of his question ended in a higher pitch. You chuckle as you felt your boyfriend nuzzled his tear-stained face in between your neck and the soft meat of your shoulder. The sensation caused you to shiver slightly, in turn making Choso groan loudly as you felt his still hard cock twitch inside of you.

"I don't know, baby. I have to check." You answered truthfully, your hand reaching up and ruffled your boyfriend's fine hair. Choso leans into the touch, letting out a small noise. You paused your game and grabbed your phone which sat next to your desktop. You swiftly tap your screen as you bring the device to your face. As you looked at the time, you felt your cute boyfriend grab at your apron belly, squeezing tightly in need, but not enough to physically hurt you.

You notice you have ten more minutes left before it would be a full hour...but you were in between quests in your game. Not only that...but your boyfriend was being such a good boy too...ah, fuck it.

"Yeah, baby." You coo as you take your headphones off and set them in front of you. "Are you ready for Mommy's reward?"

"Please, please!" Choso cried softly into your plump shoulder, his hands skirting up your stomach so he can wrap his arms around your waist. "Mommy, it hurts. Have I been a good boy?"

Your boyfriend squeezes you tightly, whining and sniffling pathetically. You again reach over your shoulder to pat his head lovingly before placing both of your hands on your desk for better leverage. You propel the desk chair backwards, pushing off your desk just enough for you and Choso to get up, not to fling yourself across the room.

"C'mon, Pookie;" You turn your head to look at Choso's beautiful dark violet eyes. "Let's take this to the bed, Okay? Mommy wants you to lay on the bed for them." You slowly pull yourself off his length, making your boyfriend gasp as your wet hole left his aching cock. His cock was slick and shiny from your hole, glistening in the natural lighting in your bedroom. Gods, his cock was beautiful, the head leaked profusely and was a glorious shade between dusty pink and scarlet red. Choso's cock twitched temptingly from the sudden temperature difference. The shaft was just so thick and veiny, and absolutely delectable to look at.

You look up and noticed how wrecked Choso truly was. The shorter front pieces his hair was plastered to this forehead. Your boyfriend's cheeks were so flushed that it somehow made the mark on his nose stand out even more. When you make eye contact with the poor half-curse, his dark circles were more pronounced from how much he was crying and begging. The blush from his cheeks traveled all the way down his neck to just a bit under collar bone that peaked from his V-neck.

You gestured to the bed next to your desk with your hand before gently leaning down to lick your way into Choso's mouth. The mewl that left his mouth as you caressed his tongue lovingly with your own was delicious. You pull away and made the short distance to the bed. You plop down on the edge of it and stared at your boyfriend expectantly as you patted your shared bed.

Choso scrambled off your desk chair, his feet shuffling swiftly and softly across the hardwood floor. He climbed dutifully on the bed and went to the center of the mattress where you patted.

"Scoot up for, Mommy please. Mommy wants their good boy's back on the headboard, can you do that?"

Choso nodded eagerly, his hands pushing the majority of his body weight so he can maneuver to how you wanted him positioned. You move up with him and made sure to tuck a couple of pillows behind him in preparation for his...reward. In addition, you slide your chubby fingers under his V-neck and pulled the fabric off his chiseled abdomen and carefully made sure that it didn't snag on any of his piercings on the way up.

"Mommy, please." Choso choked out, his right hand sneaking past your heated core to grip his cock. Really it's been only a few minutes, but the tone of his voice and desperation in your boyfriend's eyes made it seem it's been like a million years. You giggled as you gently pried his hand off his leaking cock, giving a small peck on his cheek in compensation.

"Relax for me, baby."

You palm your boyfriend's cock with one hand, starting from the base and leave fleeting touches across his tip with your fingertips. You repeat this motion a couple times, making Choso squirm and gasp loudly at the sensation. On the downwards stoke, you continue further down and cupped Choso's balls and gently massaged them. You pull a few more moans and whimpers from him before letting go completely.

You turn yourself around and backed your ass up enough, so your boyfriend's cock lined perfectly with your sopping hole. You hold your breath as you grip his cock and began to sink down on to it. Gods, he was just in you, and he still felt so damned big. You wait a moment after Choso bottoms out to catch your breath before to turning partially around to face the half-curse.

"Let Mommy do all the work, okay? You can cum in Mommy's hole whenever. You were such a good boy today, Cho!"

Choso's only response was a meek 'please, Mommy' followed by a shuttered breath. His pupils were blown wide, his beautiful violet irises almost swallowed whole as he made eye contact with you. You gave him a lopsided smile before facing forward so you can grab at the bed between Choso's thighs.

"My thighs, Mommy!" A pause as you whip your head back towards the half-curse. "I want to feel you grip my thighs as you fuck yourself on my cock, Mommy."

You face heated up immediately. You felt yourself get even more wet on his cock before hurriedly turning back around in slight embarrassment. You go to do what your boyfriend requested of you, but you felt him yank on your t-shirt.

"I love seeing all of you, baby. It's not fair if I'm the only one naked." Choso's tone was between husky and needy.

A twinge of self-consciousness peaked in your head at the thought of riding you boyfriend with all of you exposed. You apron belly, your back rolls, and your stretch marks would be on complete display. But just as those thoughts came into your head, they vanished when you felt Choso sit up more just to grab at your fat stomach.

"Please, baby? I love you. All of you."

You felt your body relax- you didn't even know it tensed up in the first place quite frankly. Warmth blossomed throughout your chest as the love and comfort radiated from Choso. You nodded your head and swiftly pulled off your shirt. You didn't wear a binder or a bra today, so you felt your nipples pebble immediately in the open air.

Fuck, you loved Choso so damned much.

"I love you, too. Lean back so Mommy can take care of you." You twist your head enough so you can watch him obey you before you faced forward again.

You gripped Choso's thighs as you lifted your hips up and slammed them down again. Choso made a choked sound behind you, making you smile at the noise before repeating the motion again. You began to rock your hips at the end, making your boyfriend hit deep inside you. Helpless, you yelp in pleasure as you do it again. Small 'ah ah ah's kept being punched from Choso's lips as you sit fully on him again.

"Fuck, baby, meet me halfway?" You groan the question out as you grind your core on the half-curse's pelvis.

"Yeah, Mama," Choso didn't even hesitate before grabbing your plump hips as leverage to thrust up into you.

You both moan when you meet perfectly in the middle. The skin-on-skin slapping echoed loudly throughout the room, which surprisingly wasn't half as loud as Choso's cries of 'mommy' and his high-pitched keens.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy-" the noise Choso let out following the last plea was between a choked sob and a frustrated whine. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Puh-lease." You twist your head to look behind you and noticed your boyfriend was only using one hand on your hips as he gripped on to his hair with his other hand...in desperation.

You were close too- fuck. Your legs were getting tired, but you weren't going to stop now especially if your boyfriend looked like that. Gripping his thighs even tighter- he's definitely going to have bruises tomorrow- you push yourself even further. Your hips came down harshly and unrelenting. You purposely kept grinding your core on every down stroke to bring yourself closer to orgasming.

"Cumming, Mommy!" Choso keened, he learned forward and grabbed your fat stomach, as he held your hips still to pump his hot seed into your sloppy hole. You felt his cock twitch inside your gummy walls, and you quickly reached between your legs to rub yourself furiously.

It didn't take much, a couple of swipes of your chubby fingers on your nub and the dam broke. A small cry left your lips as you felt a small distant feeling of being...more wet than usual when cumming this time around.

You rested on your haunches as you tried to catch your breath. Unconsciously you rubbed at the now red fingerprints blossoming on Choso's thighs. Speaking of him you felt the half-curse lovingly rub your stomach as he nuzzled his face into the plush middle of your back.

You then felt Choso began to shake uncontrollably, and you began to worry. Just as you tried to turn around, you felt Choso smile into your back, and you noticed that he was fucking...laughing?

"Look down, baby." Choso giggled.

You do as you were requested and look down. To your horror your sheets were soaked.

"Holy fuck! Did I really squirt?" You also noticed that your boyfriend's cock and balls were sopping.

"And here you were trying to play your game, but you wouldn't have done this if you did, Mommy."

[enbyfrogwrites]

hey all i know i just disappeared for a hot minute, but i had pretty bad health issues and i just. yea. anyways for part 2 of that choso fic that i wrote, can yall vote on the contents of it? of course it's still going to be mommy kink involved, but like the sex in it. thanks

again in my pinned post, im fat and afab!nonbinary so im going to write it in my perspective and mixed-coded with no actual description of the body minus the fact that they're like actually fat not "curvy" or "chubby" thank you <3

[enbyfrogwrites]

you're so needy, baby

first actual post, be kind!

tags: mommy kink, sub! choso, smut, begging, afab reader but reader is nb coded, reader is mixed coded but there's nothing pertaining to race tho outwardly, begging, cockwarming, needy!choso, dom!reader, 18+

also i tried my best but there's going to be spelling error and shit, i'm only one person and im sorry. Also decided to end it early because I don’t think that it’s that good. But if you want me to actually finish it, shoot me an ask.

word count: ~1.7k

It started that you wanted to play your game, and Choso kept asking for attention. He kept standing by your side even though you just started your new quest in your game. It was going to take awhile. You kept looking up at him when you saw him shuffling side to side from the corner of your eyes.

"Cho," You voice soft, this was your first forreal day off that you didn't have to do errands or still go on missions. You wanted to play your game. It's been weeks. "What is it that you need, baby?"

Your boyfriend just silently pulled at your sleeve, giving you a pout.

"If you want something, you have to tell me, I can't read minds." You pause your game and full turn to face the poor curse.

"I just..." His voice so quiet and sounds? Whiny? "I really miss you, Mommy."

oh. Oh.

"You miss Mommy, baby?" You coo, your face splitting into a toothy grin. You watch him nod, his face flushing such a pretty shade of pink.

"We...we haven't done it in so long," His voice was most definitely whiny. He wasn't wrong, since you were sent on back to back missions, all you did when you got home was just...sleep. The only thing you two did for the past couple weeks was scattered blows and handies. You understood where he was coming from.

But you really wanted to play your game. You also happened to look down, and see that Choso was half hard in the joggers you bought him. A bright idea crossed your mind, making you giggle slightly. It was perfect.

"How about this," You purr, your hands reach out and caress his stomach through his shirt. You watch as his body tensed and breath hitched. It made you smile softly. He's such a needy boy.

"I'll warm your cock, baby. I'll sit on your cock, and you be good for Mommy, okay?" You watch as his face twist in lust and confusion.

"Let Mommy play their game for one hour, okay? If you don't move and be a good boy, Mommy will let you fuck their hole however you want to, sound okay, Cho?"

Choso's face brightened up, you watched as his cock gave an interested twitch in the joggers.

"So... I can fuck Mommy if I'm good?" His voice was too cute, it was so hopeful and happy.

You nod, your lips giving your boyfriend a small smile of encouragement. "But, you're not allowed to move in me for one full hour. If you're able to do that, then yes." You really wanted to clarify the last part. You still really wanted to play your game.

Choso nodded, his face bright pink in lust and his facial expression showed so much excitement. You get off your office chair and motion for him to sit in it. You watch as he clammers into the chair, his hands fidgeting in his lap. His pants was still on…now that just won’t do.

You decided to pull the chair out from the desk, his hands grabbing on to the arm rests of your chair as you move him back. You move the chair far enough that you can slot yourself between the desk and your boyfriend, with space to move. You bend down to gently tug at Choso’s pants, pulling softly at each pant leg to get your point across. He dutifully lifts up his hips and you pull his pants down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Oh you, slut. No underwear? You’re so needy, baby!” You laugh, not maliciously but out of surprise. Generally he always kept his underwear on even at home, it was a habit he picked up from living with Yuuji before coming to live with you. He’s so desperate. It was so cute.

Choso nodded, his flushed face deepening in color. “I missed you so much, Mommy.” Your heart fluttered, god he was so cute. You were wearing one of your boxers only, so you swiftly pulled them off and tossed them off to your bed which was next to your desk. You watched as your boyfriend’s cock jumped, his cock almost all the way hard just from taking off both of your bottoms.

“This only works if you’re fully hard, so I’m gonna suck on it okay? Don’t move, okay? Be a good boy.” He gulped, his blush went down his neck and to his chest.

You didn’t wait for a response, you carefully dropped to your knees so you don’t land on your boyfriend’s feet. You looked back up at his face, looking at his lust filled eyes as you carefully brought the tip of his cock to your lips. Choso gasped quietly as you began to go down on him, your brain storing all his beautiful sounds in your memory bank for later. You sucked as much as you could comfortably fit in your mouth, making sure not to swallow around his hard length. After all, it’s just to make sure he’s completely hard not to actually get him off. You pulled back and went down again, doing this action a handful more times. Each time you took a bit more of his length in your mouth than the last. By this point Choso began panting, his mouth was open and he was mewling pathetically at the attention that you were giving him. You watched as his face began to scrunch up, his eyebrows furrowing cutely as he whined softly and gripped the arms of your desk chair.

You decide to pull off, which caused Choso to whimper. “Mommy, you felt so good though!” Choso was adorable, his eyes had tears in the corners from the stimulation.

“I know baby, but I told you I just wanted to just get you hard so you can slide in my hole, remember?” You were teasing him, you hand coming to gently stroke the tip of his cock. You felt his cock twitch in your hand deliciously, making you smile up at him. “Only for an hour, okay?”

You stood up and pulled up your shirt a little, it was baggy and you didn’t want it to catch on his cock or anything else. You leaned down a little bit and kissed Choso, your lips only going for a peck then pulling away. It was adorable seeing the poor curse trying to follow your lips. You turned around and felt Choso’s hands grab at your back, massaging your rolls lovingly as you pulled the chair closer to the desk with one hand. It was nice, your boyfriend didn’t care what you looked like, he loved your fat stomach, all your stretch marks and cellulite. It made you so happy that Choso genuinely love you for you, and wasn’t an asshole or embarrassed by you being fat. It made your heart soft when you felt his right hand snake its way to your front and rubbed at your stretch mark covered apron belly. You loved him so much. Without much prompting, you reached between your legs and aimed Choso’s cock to your now sopping wet hole. You carefully sat down, sheathing his length inch by inch. It took you a couple moments since your boyfriend was so big, but you finally bottomed out and was fully seated in his lap. Behind you though, you hear Choso gasping and felt him grip at your stomach. You looked behind your shoulder and saw his face was completely blissed out but also tortured. Your boyfriend’s face was so flushed, and his lips were parted and had drool partially leaking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby you feel so good around me.” Choso gasped out, his eyebrows furrowing as he opened his eyes to look at yours. “Love your hole, Mommy! It makes my cock feel so good!”

You smile softly as you lean back to give him a kiss. You sloppily landed it on his nose, since that was as close as you could get, but nonetheless you turn back around. You shifted a little, getting a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs. The moment made both of you sigh, his shaft was hitting your insides Perfectly, and your hole was clenching around his shaft so good. It was then that you realized with a laugh that you were still too far away from the desk, Not too far away, but too much so that you couldn’t reach your keyboard well enough to actually play.

“Baby?” You ask, your head turning around to look at your boyfriend. “You can move me for a minute or two if you scoot the chair up closer to the desk.”

“Move you on my cock?” Choso sounded so excited.

“Yep! Only for a minute or two, then I’ll play my game. But I can’t play this far away from the keyboard.” You blink at Choso as he smiled at you as he did what you ask in a heartbeat. You felt yourself and him scoot across the hardwood floor in a smooth motion, his thighs clenching as he flexed his legs to propel forward. Choso propelled you two enough so you can reach your keyboard and pull it closer to you. He left enough room so your stomach wasn’t digging into the desk, he was so considerate. God you loved him.

“Okay, you can move for only two minutes then you’ll let me play, okay?” You grinned at Choso as you felt him grab at your hips and sides, and hefted you up. Since he was a half-curse, his strength was able to carry you with no problems. He swiftly brought you down, your ass smacking against his pelvis with a loud slap. You grab at your desk as he lifted you up and began a brutal pace. You were left moaning helplessly. Your body jolting with each time Choso meeting you halfway. You look at your desktop and see that two minutes has passed and you reach down and grab at Choso’s legs, making him come to a halt.

“Baby, that’s two minutes.” You grinned wolfishly.

[enbyfrogwrites]

introduction

hey there all, i'm making this post and pinning it so there's no confusion. this is going to be a place where i write, whenever i decide to, things that I want as content. this is going to be a heavy 18+ blog, so please have your age in your bio, or i'll just block you from viewing my content.

i'm afab nonbinary, so when i write it's going to reflect that, but my ask box is open if you want to see something else, i don't care. this is going to be heavy with the k!nks, please don't click if you don't want to see it

i'm going to ALWAYS include a 'read more' on all my posts, esp the n//sfw ones. i'll try and tag the appropriate tags, but all the tags will be listed ABOVE the writing and 'read more'. i'm also mixed and plus-sized so my writing will reflect that too. disabled and neurodivergent. (specifically autistic and adhd)

also hi, you can call me frog.