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I Have And What?

Smau: in which you ask if they’ve ever done the jerk to you pre-relationship Warnings: 18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiro

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Oh this ate

Colour Me Surprised

Smau: in which you show them your nails which you got painted the shade of their tip ;)  Warnings:  18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu and Hiro

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At The Same! Damn! Time!

abby x reader x jinu self indulgent smut hehe

mdni!!!

tags: thréesome (obv), p in v, oral (m receiving), porn without plot, close friend dynamic between the two of them, abby degrades you, jinu is still a loser <3,

"don't stop moving, doll," abby groans from behind you, big hands groping the fat of your ass as he watches you grind on his cock. it's hypnotic how it slides out a little each time only to disappear again between your sopping folds. he spreads the skin gently, the new sensation making you whine around jinu's length.

he winces at the vibration in your sweet mouth, hips bucking reflexively. his hands held the back of your head in a vice-like grip, seemingly more to steady himself than to help you take him down your throat.

you met his eyes through your lashes, decorated with tears from trying to supress your gag reflex. you teased the back of his tip with your tongue, lust dripping from your gaze. he hissed through clenched teeth, need seeping through his stare. he but his lip, canines pinching into the flesh as his he threw his head back, rolling his hips into your mouth and making you take him deeper.

your hips moved languidly on abby's girth all the while, spelling their names and gently bouncing, but admittedly jinu's reactions had you a little... distracted. your slick walls fluttered around abby as your hips slowed, focus shifting to jinu's pleasure.

you gagged on jinu's thick cock, abby's sudden thrust jolting your body forward.

"s-shit baby- don' do that," jinu groaned, hand sliding through your hair. "throat squeezin' the shit outta me enough already."

which, of course, makes abby thrust into you harder, hips snapping up to meet yours and sending you lurching forward onto jinu's dick. it reaches new depths in your throat, your lips wrapped tight around the hilt and nose pushed into the soft skin of his groin.

"look at that, taking me so well," abby croons, thumb prying open your folds to see himself sink into you. with his other hand, he dips a finger in, your arousal connecting you two with strings when he pulls away. addressing jinu, he tries and fails to hide the groan in his voice. "should see how she's sucking me in. so sloppy too, made a mess on me like a fucking slut."

jinu tucks lose strands of hair behind your ear, hands traveling to your shoulders as you suck harder, tongue writing your name in playful licks on the underside of his throbbing length.

"nngh- hard to imagine it feels better than her -hah- mouth," he whines as you pull him out, suckling on his tip. you blink up at him innocently as you litter his shaft with sloppy kisses, tongue tracing his veins in thick stripes. he moans, pretty and broken, and you swear you can feel abby smirking behind you.

hands back on your ass, he slams your hips into his relentless thrusts, your hold on jinu's cock tightening as you try to stabilize yourself.

"fuck her throat. slutty girl's gonna make me cum soon-" he groans through gritted teeth. "fuck- that feels so good- won't be able to -hah- keep doin' what she's been doin',"

jinu looks like he's been hit by a train.

can he really do that??

fingers catch under your chin as he lifts your face to meet your eyes. your eyes are glossy, lips and chin messy with his precum and your own saliva.

you look so fucked out.

and so beautiful.

"'s that okay?" he asks, no, pleads– he sees how ruined you are but he needs this. he's afraid to hurt you but his cock aches, balls heavy and desperate for release.

you give a shy nod, straightening your throat and opening your mouth, tongue stuck out, inviting him in.

"shitttt," he groans, tapping the tip on your tongue before sliding his length in steadily. the rough snap of abby's hips makes it harder for you to not gag, and it's getting harder to stay in control of your own body as you get absolutely ruined from both ends.

jinu's pace gets rough quickly, hips frantically rutting into your face, balls smacking against your slick chin. you're being pushed brutally back and forth between the two men, back sinking deeper into an arch and your legs shaking as you approach your own high.

a sharp smack! resounds in the room, a familiar stinging spreading like fireworks across your ass. abby gropes the skin after, his squeezing soothing yet rough, his thrusts getting sloppy. heavy balls hit against your sticky clit, wet noises mingling with heated breath and labored moans.

jinu's pace as he fucks your throat pushes you down further onto abby's length. you feel so full, so utterly fucked out. the overstimulation and pretty moans from behind you are enough to send you hurtling into your own high, vision going dark as you shake, walls spasming around abby.

"fuckkkk-kk-k," he groans, burying his fat cock in you to the hilt, giving small thrusts to try to reach impossible depths in your poor, weeping pussy. his balls tighten as he cums, hard, heavy cock twitching inside you.

he shoots thick ropes in you, hands grabbing desperately at your skin. his eyes roll back, head thrown against the pillow. his hips slow, but he keeps fucking you, making sure you milk him good and take every drop.

jinu doesn't even see the two of you coming undone together, his own head tilted up with eyes screwed shut and brows knitted tight in pleasure. his jaw slacks, gentle whines slipping from his throat.

you swallow around him absentmindedly, still recovering from your orgasm. he spills into your throat, hot load coating your throat. abby's hand weaves into your hair, pulling your head back from jinu's cock as he spurts one last time, mouth releasing from his tip with a lewd pop!

you fall back on his chest, jinu laying beside you two in the bed, all three of you panting. rolling you onto your side, abby whispers into your ear.

"catch your breath, baby, round two is coming soon,"

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♱ In which boyfriend!choso can't keep still long enough to last a punishment

“Don’t move, Cho,” you remind him.

He whines. Bare and standing, you’re free to kneel before him and suck at his leaking, throbbing tip. Your boyfriend can do nothing but hope he doesn’t shudder too much whilst you tongue his swollen slit and milk his length with a tight fist. 

“Baby, please. I can’t. You’re being mean a-and cruel.”

Admittedly, you are being cruel – he can’t touch you, can’t make commands, and cannot, under any circumstances, let that glass cup balancing on his head drop. The pigtailed bastard deserves it after he tried sending a video of you getting your back blown out to your shameless ex, who wouldn’t stop texting you, only to end up sending it to your mother instead. 

Cupping his heavy balls in one palm, you massage the pair, feeling the panty-soaking heat in them all while they promise to fill your stomach with his salty cum. For someone complaining about how much he hates this punishment, he sure is using up a lot of energy to keep his head up and still. Abs flexing, you can’t help but rake your long nails down the sculpted muscles. He shivers and gasps. 

“I already -ngh!- said I’m s-sorry. Just take it off me and let me fuck you.”

Very tempting. Unfortunately for him, and your greedy pussy, he rarely ever gets his way with you. So, with a mouth full of his pulsating cock, you say, barely coherent, “Nope! You’re just gonna -mmm quit moving- have to man up and take your punishment like a good boy.”

A fat droplet of precum slides down your throat. Hmm, he sure does love being called a good boy. How sad. 

Your arm stretches up his torso all so you can tweak the piercing on his blushing brown nipples. He doesn’t say anything when you slap his ass too, though he doesn’t need to – the sudden tightening of his ball sack says enough. Thighs begin to shake. Fists clench so tight his knuckles turn white. His jaw hangs. Any second now, he’ll burst in your mouth. For his own good, he better not drop the glass. You’ll make him clean it up with your hot pink vibrator tied against his frenulum, which he has grown much too familiar with over the years. Maybe that’s what he’s hoping for. 

“My ex was never so pathetic,” you muse. “When my misbehaved boyfriend is struggling over such a simple task, it makes me miss hi–HMPH!”

Choso growled and grabbed your head with both hands, vein in those huge biceps flexing. Something animalistic flashed in those blown out eyes. That’s all the warning you got before he shoved his cock deeper down your throat, filling you up so manically. He doesn’t waste a single second before ramming inside your mouth and whimpering at the wet friction. The glass shatters in the background. You can’t even get a word out to complain because he’s pounding your throat like he’s trying to kill you. 

“You’re -oh fuck!- mine,” Choso growls. Grunting and staring up at the ceiling, too stimulated when he looks down at you, you watch his Adam’s apple bob. Your eyes roll back. He looks so pretty desperately chasing his release and using you as a glorified fleshlight. “I’ll kill anyone who -hah- t-tries to take you.”

Those are his last words before he blows a scalding load into your stomach. You haven’t even swallowed and he’s already lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. When you bounce on the bed, your glare prompts an answer out of him.

“I didn’t want you to cut your pretty feet.” He presses a sloppy kiss against the sole of each of them. Then, he brings one to rub at his burning, hardening dick, moaning like a whore as he stares down at you with desire, love, and obsession radiating from every pore. “My girl’s gotta look her best for the video I’m sending to that loser, right?”

You sigh. “Whatever. Just make sure you don’t send it to my mother again.”

Choso pouts. 

“Stop bringing that up; it’s embarrassing.” Climbing over your body, he sucks at every inch of skin he can before the need to kiss you overwhelms him. “Ugh. She heard me call you mommy.”

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Choso Kamo as your nerdy boyfriend.

Warning: NSFW scenarios.

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Your nerdy boyfriend, Choso who(s):

Painfully shy about touching you at first—until you guide his hand between your thighs and whisper, “Right there.”

Studies late but keeps getting distracted by the way you stretch in his shirt, glasses fogging up as he stares.

Blushes like crazy when you straddle him, his hands trembling slightly as he says, “W-We don’t have to rush…” but melts the moment your lips hit his neck.

Nervously says he’s never done this before—but when he gets confident? He’s dangerously good with his fingers.

Always asks for consent. "Can I touch you here? Like this?” but moans like a sinner when you say yes.

Jerks when you tug his hair, eyes wide behind his glasses, letting out a low gasp that surprises even him.

Gets off on your praise, calling him “such a good boy” makes him whimper and go absolutely feral.

Secretly obsessed with going down on you, loves learning what makes you squirm, all while taking mental notes like it’s his final exam.

Reads smutty fanfiction just to understand how to please you better (and then awkwardly admits it… before proving he learned a lot).

Likes when you sit on his lap while he studies, bouncing just a little while he tries to stay focused until he snaps and bends you over the desk.

Stutters when you whisper naughty things into his ear, but the moment the door shuts, he shoves his books aside and says, “Get on the bed.”

Moans your name softly and repeatedly when he’s inside you, like it’s the only thing grounding him.

Slow and thorough, fingers curled *just right*, tongue desperate and messy as he buries his face between your thighs.

Leaves bite marks on your inner thighs but apologizes right after, while his fingers keep pumping into you.

Can’t stop shaking after he makes you come for the first time, holding you like you’re too precious to touch again.

Accidentally discovers he has a choking kink when you place his hand around your neck and now he’s obsessed.

Loves when you ride him slowly, glasses sliding down, his hands gripping your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

Wants to film it. “F-For us… for research…” but can barely hold the camera steady once you start moaning his name.

Whimpers and bites his knuckles to stay quiet when you go down on him, but he always finishes with your name on his tongue.

Buries his face in your neck after, whispering how much he loves you and how he wants to spend every night making you feel like this.

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Oh yes girl dinner 🙇🏻‍♀️

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Hope you’re ready for a threesome dynamic with a man with minimal sexual experience who loses his shit every time someone touches him and another man who is experienced and practically addicted 😗

SINCEREST apologies to those who follow me for my jjk works or my stunning personality bc your feed is about to be flooded with INCREDIBLY SELF INDULGENT Kpop demon hunters smut (mostly of Abby but also ft Jinu hehe) IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM I PROMISE

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tw: suggestive

ultimate crack in which derpy knocks over a box of condoms and jinu gets so so so flustered when it keeps trying to right it again and spills a bunch in the process

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Abby Headcanons!

Kpop demon hunters, n$fw/suggestive, so mdni! mostly gender neutral but a few fem reader pieces here and there

a/n: i am such a freak for abby this man has me so inspired i need him kashkjfh... let's pretend that he wouldn't get like completely canceled for some of the more... public aspects of this

possessive man. if you go out in public together he ALWAYSSSS keeps a broad hand on your lower back. sometimes he'll stand behind you and hold you against him with two hands on your hips.

he's such a tease too. i mean we see how he acts with his abs for his fans but if you two are involved?? he does not hold back. will walk around the apartment shirtless constantly, band of his boxers peeking from his sweats. will stretch and manspread and lay back on things like crazy because he knows how his v-line draws your eyes to his bulge

he's also the type to keep a towel on for a little while after his shower, a smaller one laid across his head or around his neck. desperately wants you to notice the water dripping down him and catch you staring. will for sure tease you about it if he does.

touchy touchy touchy touchy man. will stand with his arm propped on your shoulder, put his legs on your lap on the couch, pull you into his lap, lay on your shoulder and groan about how bored he is, wrap a hand around your waist to pull you wherever he wants to go, and if you're shorter than him he'll put his chin on your head in conversations with others, hugging you from behind. he just loves the contact and having something to lean on

he drives you CRAZYYY how he looks at you, especially from between your legs. bro has a lethal stare and loves how you squirm under his gaze. he'll hold your hips close to his face with a firm grip, knowing you aren't intending to wriggle away from him

i just know he's such a smooth talker. he'd curl long fingers inside of you while flirting as if he hasn't already gotten you into his bed

loves shower sex. i can't explain why but i just know this is the truth

i feel like he would bite you occasionally when he cums. definitely is into marking aside from that, though. he likes leaving hickeys on you, but LOVESSSS when you give him hickeys. would for sure wear an almost completely unbuttoned top the next day to show off your scratches on his chest and the bruises littered across his neck

he's so cocky. feeds on the questions and looks he gets from the other saja boys when they see your artwork. he's a secret exhibitionist... honestly, he might not even realize it himself.

probably steals panties let's be honest... i just know he has a crazy sex drive and fs takes care of it himself pretty often. he likes to surprise you with it sometimes, shamelessly leaving his cum in them on top of your laundry hamper.

finally, he's more obsessed with you then he is with himself lol. he knows he looks good but he also knows he'll never look better than when you're standing next to him. he's so whipped and so horny for you.

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I mean damn full nelson in front of bokuto would do it for me too tf

He’s been all over my fyp on tiktok recently and I finally have a bit of free time sooo.. let’s talk about Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi

Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who you became friends with after hearing him hum a song from a movie you didn’t expect a guy like him to watch.

Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who tells you the lamest jokes with the straightest face. And has the audacity to ask you what’s funny when you laugh.

Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who would literally stand behind you when you’re not paying attention and waits for you to notice him so you get a little jump scare and has the nerve to snicker.

Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who suggests you guys make up your own language, everyone looks at you like you have two heads when you both start talking/giggling in the language.

Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who keeps plants. Even names them and convinces you that as his best friend you get one to keep his company.

Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi that you’ve noticed stares at you longer than what’s probably appropriate. His touch lingers on you too, never wanting to stray too far it seems.

Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who suddenly becomes clingy. To the point where he’s even slipping his head inside of your(his) oversized hoodie so he can lay his head on your chest.

Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who says that just being friends with you isn’t enough for him, he likes you so much he wants to be in your skin so you never have to separate, but he refrains from mentioning that, simply stating that he longs to be with you romantically.

Canonically Weird Boyfriend! Akaashi who steals all your faded/ old graphic tees. He’s a collector of the like and you have a great selection.

Canonically Weird Boyfriend! Akaashi who “borrows” one of your socks from you on game days for “good luck”.

Canonically Weird! Boyfriend Akaashi who constantly fantasizes about fucking you in the most absurd positions/places. Doggy style on the court. Cowgirl in the locker room. Full Nelson in front of Bokuto.

That one really does it for him.

Canonically Weird! Boyfriend Akaashi who gets visibly excited when he finally has you laid out in front of him, all plush thighs and soft stomach. Your juicy cunt just ready for him to dive in. “Please, Keiji. Need you so bad!” You whine out for him.

You look so fucking cute. The way the tears pool in your eyes while you look up at him all doe-eyed making his cock throb between his bare legs. “Patience, baby. I always treat you right, don’t I?” He asks, smirking as he runs a finger through your folds. You shudder at the feeling, your voice barely above a whisper, “Yesss.” You practically hiss, and Akaashi decides to have a little mercy on you.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, running his tongue over the bundle of nerves briefly before slowly moving down, tongue laving at your opening. He points his tongue before licking inside, wiggling the muscle as far as he can inside your cunt. You gasp, pussy clenching at the intrusion before you slowly start grinding your pussy against his face, seeking out more of that delicious friction. His nose bumps your clit a few times and it’s with that your orgasm washes over you. You shudder as it ripples through you, your essence flooding Akaashi’s tongue.

He comes up for air, chin glistening with your juices. He wipes his chin with his thumb before sticking the soaked digit in your mouth. Your flavor dances on your tongue before Akaashi’s taking the appendage out, replacing it with his tongue. You both make out while you slowly come down from your high, though it’s only a matter of time before he’s back to being his weird self.

“Next time, we’re putting frosting and sprinkles on your ass. I want cake.” 

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SINCEREST apologies to those who follow me for my jjk works or my stunning personality bc your feed is about to be flooded with INCREDIBLY SELF INDULGENT Kpop demon hunters smut (mostly of Abby but also ft Jinu hehe) IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM I PROMISE

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Toji’s shirtless again.

Well. Toji’s always shirtless.

You think he only owns like… three shirts. Two of which are permanently crumpled on a chair somewhere and one he only wears if he absolutely has to go to a convenience store. Even then, he complains. Loudly.

Right now, he’s standing in the middle of the crappy excuse for a kitchen in grey sweats, stretching like he’s not fully aware of how that motion exposes all those tight cords of muscle and his stupid V-line you want to sink your teeth into.

You’re lying upside down on the couch when you ask it.

"Tojiiii~" you whine, kicking your legs up against the wall like a child. You look ridiculous and you know it. “Can you go grab my charger? It's alllll the way in the bedroom, and I’m dying.”

“Use your legs, sugartits, they work”

“They don’t,” you say dramatically, flipping over and crawling off the couch like a ragdoll. “I’m in a fragile emotional state. You wouldn’t understand.”

He lets out a long, exasperated sigh through his nose. “You’re always in a fragile emotional state.”

“But this time it's terminal,” you mutter, flopping onto your stomach and pounding the floor weakly. “Please, Toji. I’ll give you a reward.”

That gets him.

You hear the faint rustle of movement and peek up through your arms. He’s squinting at you, suspicion radiating off him like heat. “What kind of reward?”

You smile like a little shit.

“Come back with it and find out.”

“There. Where’s my goddamn reward?”

You sit up with a pleased grin, coil the wire around your fingers and crook one at him.

“Come here.”

“I’m not a dog.”

“I said, come here, Toji.” You pat the couch between your thighs. “Sit, boy.”

He scowls. “I should’ve left your charger in the toilet.”

But he comes. Grumbling, looming, all six feet of muscle and irritation settling between your legs like it's some kind of punishment.

You reach out with both hands and start gently patting his head. Ruffling his thick black hair, scratching lightly at the nape like he’s something fluffy and manageable. He blinks once. Then twice.

He looks like he wants to toss you off the balcony.

“…The hell is this.”

“Your reward,” you say sweetly. “Look at my good boy doing chores.”

He tenses, as if the words hit a nerve. “Not your damn dog, doll”

“No,” you whisper against his temple, “you’re my big, bad, muscle-y man who still comes crawling for head pats.” You pause. “And other head—”

“Stop” he says flatly, but you can feel the way he’s melting against you.

You grin.

From then on, you swear he starts doing things on purpose.

Takes the trash out. Fixes the leaking tap with a wrench that you’re 96% sure isn’t his.

You watch him with squinty eyes. “You did something.”

He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Just cleaned up a little.”

“Uh-huh.”

He sits next to you. Clears his throat.

You blink.

He tilts his head. “Well? No rewards?”

You smirk and crawl into his lap like a puppy in heat. Run your fingers into his thick black hair, kiss the spot right above his ear.

He scoffs, but you can feel him relax, hands wrapping around your waist. “You’re gonna give me a complex.”

You straddle him, nose to nose. “Only good boys get spoiled like this.”

“…Shut up.”

You boop his nose. “Make me.”

He does, later. With his mouth.

And when he finally lets you go—arms still wrapped around your waist like he forgot how to be separate from you—you bury your face in his neck and murmur, “I love my broke, shirtless king.”

He growls. “Say that again and I’ll leave your ass in the street.”

Later that evening, he kills the cockroach you screamed about. Doesn’t even complain this time.

Doesn’t even speak. Just stands there in front of you, arms crossed.

You squint at him. “What now?”

“My reward” he says simply.

You pat the couch. “Leg’s open, daddy.”

“I swear to God—”

But he’s already walking over. Settles down between your legs like it’s second nature now. You start petting him again, your fingers tangled in his messy black hair.

“Such a good boy,” you whisper. “Good boys get spoiled. You want a kiss, baby?”

His voice is gravel when he replies, “Tch. You call me good boy again and I’ll bend you over this couch.”

You tug his hair gently. “Say please, I've been a gooood boyy, baby.”

He groans, but then—so low it’s almost a threat—he mutters, “Please, I've been a good boy.”

You smile like a devil. Pull his face up and kiss him. Long. Slow. Filthy.

When you pull back, he’s still scowling. But his hands are gripping your waist like you’re something he’ll never give up.

“…You’re such a damn brat” he mutters.

“And you’re such a pettable little babyboy,” you purr. “Look at you, doing chores and everything.”

“You want me to stop?” he asks, cracking his neck.

You kiss his jaw. “Nope.”

You pause. Then whisper like you’re telling a secret, “I’m gonna pet you forever. Even if you hate it.”

“…Fuckin’ menace” he says, hugging you tighter.

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HII, could you pretty please do some Abs HC, I dont mind what about

✦Dating Abs Hcs✦

A/N: Heyyy!! I'll do dating his since I've already done for like two members 😭 ty for requesting! And y'all rlly like this guy sheesh. srry if this is short idk🥀

Warnings: swearing :)

Fluff⭐☁

Abs Saja x reader

~honestly, such a goofball

~has zero reason to be so funny but with the stuff that comes out of his mouth, you end up clutching your stomach

~sends you memes/reels/tiktoks and expects you to watch all of them

~bear hugs!! hear me ou-

~will playfully force you into a headlock

~throws you over his shoulder out of NOWHERE.

~You could be talking with someone and he gives zero shits. he will toss you onto his shoulder and walk away

~nicknames for you: beanbag lowkey. im joking. no im not. simple stuff yk-- babe, baby, honey etcc

~lovesss when you wear his clothes

~doesn't know how to mind his business. if you're on a call gossiping, he is there too!! reacting and everything

~sooo smug

~also a huge tease. Will need a whole essay on why he should kiss you

~that one person with shit hearing💔

''What day is it?'' You ask, writing in a notebook. Abby stares at you for a full 20 seconds and nods. He did not hear a word you said

''Yeah, me too babe''

''Huh?''

~makes you watch horror movies with you just to hug you if you're scared. And if you're unfazed he will pretend to be terrified just so you can comfort him

~You are so attractive to him and will fight you if you think bad of yourself. loves you so fucking much dude

~he just your silly guy :p

~protective. Not over the top protective but can be if he wants to!!

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VOLUME CONTROL: OFF .ᐟ.ᐟ

cw: neighbour choso, he's a broke loser, this man whimpers, okay?, mean!reader, not mean mean but mean mean if you understand what i meant, yes he's pathetic too, pu$$y drunk choso, begging, p in v, lots of whimpering :p

neighbour!choso was quiet. the kind of quiet that made you suspicious. you never saw him with friends, never heard a TV, never once got a “good morning” in passing. just the occasional nod when your eyes met in the hallway—hood pulled up, bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept since taxes were invented. you figured he was just some overworked, underpaid loser trying to scrape by.

neighbour!choso wasn’t quiet at night, though. oh no. he was a fucking problem after 1AM. the kind of problem that had you pausing your playlist, rolling your eyes, and pressing your ear to the wall with a sigh. moaning. whining. deep, needy groans echoing through your apartment like a damn soundtrack. you’d groan into your pillow, “jesus christ, get a fleshlight already,” but you never turned away. curiosity was a hell of a drug.

neighbour!choso had the audacity to still look shy when you showed up at his door one morning, hoodie thrown over sleepwear, jaw locked and unimpressed. “are you seriously jerking off this early?” you asked, arms crossed. he blinked at you like a deer in headlights, lips parted in slow horror.

“uh—I, I didn’t think you’d—I mean I didn’t mean—”

“when was the last time you fucked, huh?”

he looked like you’d slapped him. the tips of his ears went pink. his neck followed. “...i don’t remember.”

you scoffed. “damn. no wonder you’re moaning like you’re auditioning for a porn studio every night.”

neighbour!choso looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

you tilted your head. “you could’ve just called an escort, you know.”

his voice cracked. “i—I can’t afford that…”

you sighed. long, dramatic, exasperated. “broke and pathetic. christ.”

but then you didn’t leave.

no—you stepped past him, into his shitty little apartment with peeling wallpaper and mismatched chairs, and gave him the kind of once-over that made his knees go weak. you sat down on the edge of his bed and patted your thigh.

“…well? show me how desperate you are, then.”

neighbour!choso dropped to his knees like you’d just handed him god’s permission slip. fingers trembling, eyes wide, lips already parted like he couldn’t breathe until he had your pussy on his tongue. and when you spread your legs? he whimpered.

“needy little loser,” you muttered, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan. “you get off every night to the thought of me, don’t you?”

he nodded against your thigh, breath hot, voice wrecked: “y-yeah. all the time.”

“figured,” you rolled your eyes. “you’re loud as fuck. next time just beg.”

neighbour!choso licked like he’d die without it. like your pussy was the cure to his broke boy blues. every moan vibrated against you, every breath shaky, tongue messy and relentless as he sobbed into your cunt. and when you came, legs clamped around his head, dragging him in?

you said, “don’t stop until I say so.”

neighbour!choso had tears in his eyes when he finally pulled back, face soaked, lips glossy. “c-can I—can I fuck you?”

“hmm?” you smirked. “thought you were broke. dick work just fine, huh?”

he nodded. hard. desperate. “please. let me show you how sorry I am.”

neighbour!choso was thick. hot and twitching as he pushed inside like he’d been saving this last bit of strength just for you. your breath caught, nails dragging down his back as he bottomed out with a broken moan. you barely had time to catch your breath before he started moving.

"shit—Choso—"

"i'm sorry—i’m so sorry—" he moaned into your neck, "feels too good, i’ll do better, I swear—"

"then fuck me like you mean it."

neighbour!choso did. hips snapping hard enough to make the bed creak, his rhythm deep, focused, uncoordinated in the best way. he bit down on every whimper like he was ashamed of how much he needed it—you—this. you dragged your nails down his back, grinned when he whimpered like he was about to cry.

“this the first real pussy you’ve had in years?” you whispered in his ear.

he choked on a moan. “y-yeah—fuck—I’m close—”

“then come in me, loser,” you growled. “but you’re cleaning up the mess.”

neighbour!choso came with a full-body tremble, cock twitching as he spilled deep, breath catching like he didn’t know whether to cry or thank you. he stayed inside you, arms trembling, forehead pressed to your collarbone like you’d broken something inside him.

maybe you had.

“…so,” you muttered, dragging fingers through his hair. “next time you moan that loud, I better be the one making you.”

neighbour!choso nodded, dazed. “y-yeah. I—I promise.”

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My voice without the lies / this is what it sounds like

LIKE WHATTTTT I LOVE THAT LINE

Kpop demon hunters brainrot is going hard

Why is the soundtrack so good

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Kpop demon hunters brainrot is going hard

Why is the soundtrack so good

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Hard agree

I wasn't the biggest fan of Abby until this song. The way he sang "sanctuary" scratched my brain and I love the way he showed off his hat strap. This scene is a hundred times hotter than all the scenes where he shows off his abs. Period.