#but my body is still good and still trying its best for me! and I will still treat it with kindness!

[faithshouseofchaos]

hey home slice its me again, came up w the best idea and im hoping u can fullfil a ladies needs. Charles piano head, thank u love i have a good night 🙏

It the way you’re currently living in my inbox 🤭🤭🤭 and it’s the way I dropped everything at 7:30am to write this it now 10:40 am I got distracted by the race 😩😩

The christening — Charles leclerc x reader

Fluff

Word count 2k

Warnings — smut, Oral fem!receiving fingering fem!receiving

Charles eagerly awaited the arrival of his new piano and couldn't stop talking about it all week. When it finally arrived, he was bursting with excitement and couldn't wait to show it to everyone. But most importantly he couldn’t wait to show you.

“I have something to show you” Charles beams, dragging you into his apartment.

“Charles slow down please I’m sure whatever you want to show me won’t disappear into thin air,” you said.

Charles stopped in his tracks giving you a moment to breathe “I’m sorry I’m just excited” Charles apologizes.

Charles was practically bubbling with excitement, his cheeks rosy and his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at you apologetically.

“I know, I know, I’m being silly,” he admitted with a lopsided grin. “It’s just that I’ve been waiting for this piano for months, and I wanted to share it with you.”

He held out a hand, gesturing for you to follow him further into his apartment.

You followed Charles as he led you into the next room, the sound of soft, melancholy music filling the air. At the corner of the room, a grand piano sat majestically, its glossy black finish reflecting the dim light of the room.

Charles stood by your side, his eyes fixed on the instrument with a mixture of admiration and affection. He ran his fingers gently over the smooth surface of the keys, clearly captivated by the sight before him.

“What do you think?” he asked excitedly, turning to you with a hopeful smile.

You approached the piano, your eyes gliding over the keys with a slight sense of curiosity. You didn't know much about music, but you could still appreciate the beauty of the instrument.

“Charles I love it, it's beautiful,” you said in awe. As you stood there, Charles sidled up behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his hands resting on your hips. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear.

You approached the piano, your eyes gliding over the keys with a slight sense of curiosity. You didn't know much about music, but you could still appreciate the beauty of the instrument.

“Charles I love it it’s beautiful,” you said in awe. As you stood there, Charles sidled up behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his hands resting on your hips. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear.

“I’m glad you love it because I was hoping you would help me with christening it?” he murmured, his lips millimeters away from your skin. Your body involuntarily shivered as his breath tickled your skin, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. You could feel his lips hovering just inches from your ear, his hand gently massaging your hip.

“Christen it?” you asked, biting your lip as a thrill of anticipation mixed with desire coursed through you. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

Charles chuckled low in his throat, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern against your hip. “Well,” he said, his voice taking on a teasing tone, “traditionally, when one gets a new piano, they christen it with music, but I had something different in mind.”

He moved even closer, his chest now flush against your back, his breath warm against your neck. “I was thinking we could try something a little more... personal” he whispered, his lips just barely grazing your skin. Charles chuckled once more, the sound deep and low in his chest. “Oh, I think you know what I have in mind,” he said, his lips now trailing a path along your jawline. “I was thinking we could make some beautiful music of our own”

His fingers moved from your hip to your stomach, his touch soft and teasing as he began tracing tiny circles on your skin. “What do you say? Are you up for it?” Your breath caught in your throat as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of scorching kisses in their wake. His fingers continued to roam across your stomach, causing your body to shiver with pleasure.

You could barely form a coherent thought, your mind consumed by a haze of desire. “Y-yes” you managed to gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles’s lips curled into a satisfied smile against your neck. “Good girl” he murmured, his fingers now inching higher up under your shirt. Your breath hitched as his fingers ghosted along your bare skin, the touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel his lips on your neck, his kisses hot and possessive as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt.

“You look beautiful” Charles murmured, his fingers now exploring the expanse of your exposed stomach. “I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make for me” Your body trembled under his touch, the sensation of his fingers against your skin like electricity. His words were like gasoline to the fire already burning within you, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest.

“Please” you gasped, your voice hoarse with need. “Just... do something, anything”

Charles chuckled against your neck, his lips trailing a path down your collarbone “Patience, love. We're taking our time with this” His lips continued to move lower, his fingers still roaming across your body. Every kiss, every touch sent waves of pleasure through you, each one more intense than the last. You could feel your body arching towards him, desperate for more.

Charles chuckled again, relishing in your response. “We have all night, love. I want to explore every inch of this piano... with you on top of it.”

Your breath hitched at his words, your mind filled with the image of the two of you on top of the piano. You could feel his hands roaming across your bare skin, his touch gentle but firm.

“Charles, please” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. “I can't take much more of this teasing. I need you... now”

Charles chuckled again, his lips now pressed against your shoulder. “Oh, love. You have no idea how much I want to give in to you right now.” his voice was low and rough, betraying his own need.

“But I think we should at least get you onto that piano before all that, don’t you think?” he asked, a smirk evident in his tone. Without waiting for an answer, Charles lifted you and carried you over to the piano, gently setting you down on top of it. The cool surface of the instrument made you shiver, but the heat of Charles's body as he pressed against you more than made up for it.

He looked down at you with hunger in his eyes, his hands roaming over your body as if he were mapping out every inch.

“Now this… this is a much better position to start our christening,” he said, his voice thick with desire. You could feel your body responding to his touch, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. The cold surface of the piano beneath you was in stark contrast to the heat of your body. His hands continued to roam over your body, mapping out every contour and dip as if memorizing every single inch. “You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his lips trailing a path along your shoulder. “Spread out for me, all mine to play with.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought of being his to play with driving you wild. You couldn't help but arch your body towards him, desperate for more of his touch.

Charles took notice of your response, a smirk playing across his lips. “Eager, are we?” he teased, his hand slipping between your legs.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand slipped between your legs, the sudden contact sending shocks of pleasure through your body. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on tightly as he continued to tease you.

“Charles....” you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. “Please....”

He chuckled, the sound low and rough in his throat. “Please what, love?” he asked his hand still moving slowly against you. You couldn't form coherent words, your mind fogged with desire. Your body was on fire, every touch of his hands driving you higher and higher.

“I... need you” you managed to gasp, your hips involuntarily lifting towards him. “I need more.” Charles chuckled again, his fingers finally relenting their torturous movement between your legs. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. “So impatient” he murmured, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours.

“But I suppose I've teased you enough. After all, I did promise to give you exactly what you want, didn’t I?” he said, his hand finally slipping under your skirt.

His touch was electric, your body arching into him as his fingers moved against you. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you clutched at him desperately.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, his lips grazing your ear as he continued his ministrations. “To be spread out on this piano, completely at my mercy?”

“Yes Charles I like it” you answered. Charles chuckled at your response, removing his fingers from you making you whine. “I know you do,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But I have a feeling you will like this a lot more,” he says, pushing your skirt up.

He continued to push your skirt up, baring your thighs to his gaze. His eyes traveled over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

“God, you’re beautiful” he whispered, his hands now roaming over your thighs. “So ready for me, aren’t you?” You could feel your body trembling under his touch, the combination of desire and anticipation making your skin tingle. Your legs spread instinctively as if inviting him in.

“Please” you whispered, your voice pleading. “Charles, I need you.” Charles chuckled again, his hands moving higher up your thighs. “And I’m going to give you exactly what you need…” he murmured, his lips trailing a path up your inner thigh.

His mouth moved higher, his tongue flicking lightly across your skin. He was taking his time, knowing full well that the anticipation was driving you wild. You couldn’t help but arch into him, your body craving more of his touch. His lips continued their path, moving higher and higher until he was hovering just inches from where you wanted him most.

“You taste so good” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “I could spend hours just like this, just exploring every inch of you.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought of him spending hours just exploring your body making you dizzy with desire. His lips moved closer to your core, his tongue darting out to tease you.

You let out a gasp, your hands grasping at his hair, pulling him closer. “Charles please” you gasped, your body arching towards him. “I need more.” Charles chuckled against your skin, his fingers tightening their grip on your thighs. “More?” he echoed, his voice thick with desire. “But I’ve barely even started, love.”

Without warning, he finally gave in to your pleas, his tongue delving into your center. You cried out, your hips arching up towards him as he began to explore you with his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, your body trembling beneath him. His hands held you firmly in place, his fingers digging into your skin.

“God, you taste so sweet” he murmured, his tongue moving against you in a rhythm that made your head spin. Your fingers dug into the piano, desperate for something to hold on to as he continued to drive you wild. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body writhing under his touch.

Charles continued his ministries, his tongue moving with an expert precision that only came from experience. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body coiled tight like a spring.

He seemed to sense your growing pleasure, his movements growing faster and more urgent as he pushed you closer and closer to the brink. Your body was taut, every muscle tense as you teetered on the edge of release.

“Come for me” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I want to hear you fall apart for me.” His words were all it took, and your body shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cried out, your fingers gripping the piano tightly as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Charles continued to move against you, his tongue drawing out your pleasure until you were completely spent. He finally pulled away, his lips trailing a path of kisses up your body. He moved up your body, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the bittersweet combination making your head spin.

“God, you’re incredible” he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming over your body once more. “The sounds you make for me… I could listen to you like that all night.” You couldn’t form a coherent response, still reeling from the intensity of your release. Your body felt boneless, your legs still trembling as you tried to come back to reality.

Charles chuckled at your state, a smirk playing across his lips. “Looks like I’ve made a mess of you, love” he teased, his fingers trailing a path down your neck. You could only nod weakly, your voice failing you as you tried to regain your bearings. Charles’s smirk grew wider as he watched you, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

“Well,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance, “I think it’s safe to say that this piano is now properly christened.” You managed a weak laugh, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body. “I think you’ve left your mark” you croaked out, your voice hoarse from your cries of pleasure.

Charles chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. “I like the sound of that,” he said, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on your skin. “My mark... mine.”

He leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue darting inside your mouth. You could feel the possessiveness in his touch, the way his hands gripped your body as if claiming every inch of you.

When he finally pulled back, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile. “You’re mine” he whispered, his voice rough with possessiveness. “Mine to touch, mine to explore, mine to make beautiful music with.” You could feel his words echoing in your mind, the thought of being his sending a shiver down your spine. You knew that he was a possessive man, that he liked to stake his claim on the things he cherished.

But right now, with his body pressed against yours, his hands still roaming across your skin, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You wanted to be his, completely and utterly.

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[poppy-metal]

oh my god my pussy’s sobbing and crying now. all this alpha talk has me thinking though! like imagine alpha!artrick sharing you ☹️ they’d definitely argue over you, like all the time. i can hear them like “would you move over?” “you’ve been hogging her all damn day, you can wait.” i definitely think art would be…more cautious though. he would try to be, but he has his moments where he doesn’t care for gentleness— where he has to just take you then and there, reckless and rough. like, he can’t help but pound you, hand clamped around your throat, pulling you back on his cock. i think he’d try and apologize for being so— harsh with you but end up getting lost in the wet n’ warmness of your pussy, so he’d spew out something garbled like “i’m sorry- i’m sorry, it’s just- fuck- god, you’re so tight-“ something along those lines. idk just food for thought 😋

this is such a delightful meal.....

arts carefulness around his baser instincts is what makes you want him to act on them all the more - his ability to make you feel safe is what makes it feel so good when he loses control. you wanna tell him he doesn't have to say sorry, you want in, you're made for this - but its hard to get a word out when he's fucking you like his is - mating press, ankles hooked on his shoulders - you can't do anything else but whine and clench around him and drench him in your slick pussy.

"im sorry -" he tells you as he hooks your legs around him - drags your pussy into place to receive his cock - "im sorry you just - it feels to good - " plunging inside the wet pout of your body and fucks fucks fucks - "god, i needed this -"

and it makes the omega in you sing - to be the one who takes care of his needs, when he hasn't let others do it before you - watching, mesmerized as he loses himself in your pussy, in the pussy designed to take him and wrap around him and hug him and milk him.

when patricks there - its almost enough just to sit and watch art get lost in it, too. his best friend denying who he is has always upset patrick. but he's still an alpha and he still gets possessive. drags you back to him as soon as arts knot goes down - plugs you full of him - patricks more of a knothead but you cant hate that about him - hes wholly himself and he's not shy about it. and the submissive omega in you loves that - loves how he just knows he wants you and goes after you - can tell by the way he cups a hand around the back of your neck and thumbs across your pulse as he drags you on and off his cock that he sees you as his and you dont try to correct that, moaning and arching for him like a good little omega does.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Love, I’m obsessed too, armando’s like the only man I think about lately, on god

Do you have any random headcanon off the top of your head?

-that one armando aretas obsessed anon

Armando Aretas Headcanon:

Armando gets jealous when some guy hits on you in the club

Warnings: mentions of weapons

Armando has a bit of a temper when it comes to you, and he isn't the least bit sorry about it.

He doesn't like sharing; he grew up a hijo único, and he always says that he earned you (you brushed off his advances more than once) and now you belong to him.

It took a lot of convincing for you to even go out tonight, because the club usually wasn't your scene, and Army was going for work, to close a business deal on behalf of his mother.

"Te necesito ahí conmigo, cariño. Me haces lucir bien." He kisses that soft spot behind your neck and you're putty in his hands.

There isn't a person in La Otra that doesn't know Armando and his reputation so the crowd isn't phased, but you? You get the attention of pretty much every man in the place, and Armando notices immediately, his grip on your hand tightening as he scopes out the place, pulling you through the crowd to the private room in the back.

You prefer to stay at the club and out of earshot from any criminal activity, so you give Army a kiss before heading to the bar to grab yourself a drink.

"Tener cuidado", he whispers. You know its more of a warning to anyone who dares to go near you, but it still sends a shiver down your spine.

You'd barely taken a sip of your vodka pineapple when you feel a body uncomfortably close to you. You smell the stench of alcohol emanating from the person's pores before you even see their face.

The next thing you feel is a hand at your lower back, and it makes your skin crawl.

"I haven't seen you here before." You turn to see a guy with a face only a mother could love, his words slurred as he spoke to you.

"This really isn't my scene." You take another sip of your drink, your eyes never leaving the back room where Armando is, his bodyguards posted at the door.

"You just haven't met the right guy to show you a good time", his cocky demeanor is an immediate turnoff. He continues to talk your ear off and you do your best to seem as uninterested as possible, giving him one word response, but he doesn't seem to get the hint.

Finally, you see Armando exit the room, and his eyes immediately find you, the smirk on his face dropping to a scowl as he roughly pushes through the crowd, making a b line for you.

You giggle to yourself, knowing its not going to go well for Mr. Confident, before turning to him with a smile on your face.

"Actually, I have met the right guy, and he's not gonna be very happy with you."

You're comforted by Army's touch on your arm as he puts himself between you and the other guy.

"¿Estás bien? ¿te tocó?" It takes everything in him not to rip this guy a new one, his neck heating up with anger.

"Just being an asshole, nothing new", you respond, knowing any other details would just set Armando off, and you were trying to avoid a fight tonight.

Mr. Confident's eyes grow wide when he recognizes the man in front of him, well aware of his history in Miami.

"I-I'm sorry, man. I didn't know she was you-your girl." He backs up, and Armando takes a step toward him, making the guy cower away.

"Armando...", you warn, knowing his temper is going to get the best of him.

Armando pulls his gun, brandishing it in front of the guy. His intention is just to scare him, maybe get a good laugh out of it if the guy shits himself out of fear.

You warn him again, feeling the eyes of everyone in the club on you. "Armando, please...", but he's too far gone.

"See, I don't believe you. ¿Viste lo hermosa que era, lo jodidamente sexy que es y pensaste que al menos no tenía novio?" He presses the barrel to the guy's chest, and you feel your heart start to pound out of your chest. "You'd have to be fuckin' stupid to think that."

The tension in the room is thick, most people have cleared the bar.

"Armando, stop!", you pull at his arm, and he jerks back, taking a look at you. Your eyes are pleading with him to stop, his face softening.

"Look man, I'm sorry-", he's quick to spin back around, knocking Mr. Confident with his gun.

"¿Dije que podías hablar?" Army looks at you again. "Do you want me to let it go?"

You nod frantically, your back pressing into the bar as Armando drops his gun and takes a step back.

Mr. Confident is scrambling to the exit before you can even take a breath to steady yourself.

"Let's get out of here", Armando commands, grabbing your hand and leading you to the SUV waiting outside for the two of you.

As soon as you're alone, you eagerly mount his lap, crashing lips with one another, messily making out, as the driver puts up the privacy partition.

"¿Te divertiste?", Armando breaks away with a chuckle, rubbing your flushed cheeks with his thumb. You giggle as you flop back into your seat, throwing your legs over his lap. "This is the last time I threaten a guy for your entertainment, baby."

This act had become a fun game for the two of you, something you did before you went home and had filthy sex.

"The last time, I promise, Army." you bite at your bottom lip to stifle your laughter, knowing you're lying through your teeth.

[oh-starstarstar]

Anything I Can Do For You? | tangerine x reader

18+ post.

WARNING: Dark Content—Kidnapping, Consensual Non Consensual, Being tied up forcefully.

Please proceed with caution.

You're kidnapped. Surely you could bribe the kidnapper with something to be set free, right?

"Now, I'm sure you're... decent, but you're giving me as much trouble as a Diesel. Stop your little tantrum, and get in the damn car," says the man to you, an expression of annoyance on his face.

You, in his grip, keep thrashing about, unwilling to go. "First tell me who sent you!" You yell out, kicking and flailing in his grip.

"Oh my god," he sighs. "We— well, you know what? I am not—" he grunts as you kick him, trying to haul you into the car—"I am not patient enough to deal with you. Tangerine?! Tangerine?!"

The man he's calling—his partner—is currently fighting off two men, while somehow managing to not look overpowered. He probably isn't, you think, looking at his muscles through his shirt. 

He glances back for a split second, then turning again to dodge a punch. "You— fucking hell, Lemon, you can't get her in the damn car?" 

"She's a whole zoo," he says as you keep kicking and screeching and scratching him, trying your best to escape him. "I will throw her if I lose patience,"

But you'd prefer him throwing you. It would gice you a chance to run. The thing is, you ending up here is a consequence of you getting kidnapped by a bunch of men, and then getting saved by these two random men, and—because you have no idea who these two men are—worrying about getting kidnapped again. Eventful week, it has been.

Point is, you know nobody and nothing here. No whereabouts, no 'why' you were kidnapped, no 'who' kidnapped you; nothing. 

As the fight presumably ends, the man with a long hair and a white—well, now drenched in red—shirt walks up to you, looking frustrated. "What's the deal here?" He looks at you with an expression of absolute irritation. 

Lemon only signals with his eyes to you. It's enough, really. You look like you are in a boxing match with the air around you. You are scooped by the other man, who puts you down on the floor, pinning you to the car behind you. 

"Now, listen here, love," he says, his voice threatening and low. The rage in his eyes makes you stop flailing around. "You're going to get into the car quietly, yeah? No more yelling, no more acting like a damn baby. Got it?"

For a moment, you're held captive by his eyes. Jjust in case you're not held captive by him, though, you open your mouth again. "Who sent you? Did you save me to take me home or to a worse—"

He sighs in complete annoyance. He looks at you with absolute frustration in his eyes, pulling you to him, opening the car door behind you and shoving you inside. "Open the door!" You yell out. You try your level best to break the glass, to break the door, but it's no good. 

Lemon throws the keys to him, and he begins driving as you still screech and yell and push in the backseat.

"Candy?" Lemon offers to Tangerine as he drives. 

"Cand— Oh. Good god," he says as he turns and witnesses you still kicking the door, its noise drowned out long ago by Tangerine, who turned up the radio to peacefully drive (though now the noises are slowly catching up to him). You are acting feral—and, really, why shouldn't you? "...Candy?" He offers again, with a more questioning look that borders between 'are you okay?' and 'you are absolutely not okay'.

"Fuckin' hell!" yells Tangerine, halting the car on the side of the road so aggressively that even Lemon's head almost slams against the dashboard. He opens the door on your side, grabbing your jaw and pushing you behind. With his legs on either side, his face right in front of yours, and his eyes flooded with frustration, he says: "Lemon, get the rope and tape."

Just as you open your mouth to protest, his huge hand is on your mouth, his legs digging  into your lower body to keep you from thrashing. "You just don't know when to give up, hm?” he mutters, angrily, hand pressing your head down while the other holds both your hands in one. As Lemon gives him the rope he manhandles you so that you’re on your stomach now, hands pulled to the back. 

“Who sent you? Where the fuck are you taking me?!” you keep yelling out as he tightly binds your hands behind your back, head pressed down onto the seat. You whimper, body twisting and writhing.

“Don’t you care about your safety? Sit still,” he orders calmly, as if you’re just having a normal chat. When he finishes binding your hands and legs, you think it’s over, so you let out a long breath of… relief? Well, not really relief, but at least his heavy self is off of you—but oh, then you see him unlooping his tie, and beginning to tie it around your mouth. “There ya go, darlin’, all pretty and quiet now,” he grunts as he tightens it around your mouth, making you whimper from the pain.

“You coulda’ avoided all of that if you just shut the fuck up, you know?” Lemon says, raising his brow towards you. 

Three days.

Three days you’ve had to stay with them—untied, by the way—at this small house in a secluded area. They’re here waiting for the men who will take you from their hands to whoever is responsible. 

Well, the funny thing is, you’re more comfortable than you are in your usual lifestyle. Enough food, enough silence, and a T.V. to watch whatever you want. No deadlines to meet, no demands to fulfill. Of course, you’re still scared and crying because you don’t know what’s gonna happen next—who’s going to take you, where they’re going to take you, you again have no idea. 

You’re locked into your room all day; it has no windows, no extra doors to get out, and you’re served food whenever you ask for it. But you’re tired, and you’re terrified, and you just want to be freed. After rebelling—yelling—for the past two days, you’ve done all but slump against your bed and cry the entire day out of frustration and fear.

Two knocks on the door. “May I come in?”

“Yes,” you mumble into your sheets, tiredly slumped against them, quietly sniffling. 

“Oh look at the state of you,” Tangerine grimaces. He holds a plate in his hands, leaning against the doorway. He walks up, sitting on the couch beside the bed. “Here, some food for you,” he carelessly throws the plate onto the table, staring at you.

“Why won’t you just let me go?” you ask, voice groggy and weak from crying.

“‘Think I’ve made that very clear, darling.” he grimaces, leaning back into the couch.

You lightly push yourself up in bed, messily trying to fix your dishevelled appearance. “What do you want from me? What could anybody possibly want from me?” 

“I don’t know, love. I’m jus’ doing what I’m paid to do,”

“I’ll give you whatever you want, okay? Just— just let me go, please?” You try to persuade him. You know it’s pointless, but this is the least you can do to tell yourself you tried. 

“Nothin' you can give me. Sure of that.” he says, beginning to stand up. 

“Wait!” you stop him. “Please, anything you want from me, anything,” you look up at him, biting your lip in anticipation.

“And what might that be, hm?” he asks, his face plastered with the same annoyed expression.

“...anything you want,” you say hesitantly, not knowing what you have to give, but hoping you can be of some use. “There— there must be something I can give you, right? I don't have a lot of money on me, but... something I can do for you? Please, just let me go,”

He huffs in frustration, rolling his eyes. Then he rakes his eyes down your figure, as if contemplating, still. 

“Anything?” He asks again, almost as a confirmation. He stands up, walking up to you, so that now he stands right in front of you. Now, you’re really second guessing it. He puts his hand on your jaw lightly, tilting your head up, “Speak up, love. Anything, you said?”

You nod, slowly, hands pushing yourself back onto the mattress to get away from his touch. 

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere now,” He says, pulling you in by your throat. “‘Been pestering me for so fucking long about it, why so quiet now?”  He asks, tightening his thumb over your pulse, making you feel light-headed.

You try to swallow against his palm, hand going up to his. “Please…” you whisper quietly.

“What was that?” he bends down, as if he genuinely can’t hear you. 

You try to pry his hands away, fingers scrambling to move his hand. “Can’t— Can’t breathe,”

“You brought it upon yourself, darling. Y’keep fucking begging all the time and look where it gets you,” he looks at you with a dazed expression, his face still stoic and angry, as it always is. He pushes you on your back, hand tighter now.

“Please— ngh—”

“D’you ever stop fucking speaking? God, it’s like I’ll have to shut you up myself.” He slowly begins climbing onto the bed, straddling you. “Do I?” 

With your head in a daze, you still have no idea. So you simply sit beneath him prettily, biting your lip. He slaps you—light enough to just tilt your head to the side. “You better speak up, love. You’ve already put me in a bad mood. Do I need to shut you up or will you stay quiet?”

“I will— I will, yes,” you gasp out, both hands still on his hand. 

“Good,” he says, and then gets off of you. He goes to lock the door, seating himself back on the couch. “Take off y’clothes,” he orders, leisurely lighting a cigarette for himself. 

You sit up, still catching your breath, looking up at him blankly. “Huh?”

“Oh, y’heard me. Take your clothes off. Weren’t you ready for just anything right now?” 

You’d expected him to smirk. But he doesn’t—he has that dark look in his eyes, staring at you as if he’s angry at you. He probably is, you think.

Slowly, you start unbuttoning your shirt—his shirt, technically. You didn’t have anything of your own to wear—your hands hesitant, shy to undress yourself in front of him. Now that you think about it, him doing it would have probably been better. It would have been less… humiliating. You’re no professional stripper, after all. 

When you’re fully naked, you bite your lip in anticipation, thighs clenched and hands subconsciously trying to cover your breasts. He pats his lap, signalling you to sit on it. You get up, walking upto him awkwadly, sitting down sideways onto his lap. 

His hand snakes around your waist, spreading your thighs. As he takes a drag of the cigarette, his hand tilts your face towards himself, blowing the smoke into your mouth. You cough, turning your face away, just when he harshly pulls you towards himself. “No, no turning back now.” He stubs out the cigarette, his finger starts circling your clit, mouth peppering kisses down the side of your throat. 

“G’na make you suffer for irritating me like that,” he says as he bites down on your neck, and you whimper, knowing he will live up to his words. His finger moves up and down on your clit, touch not enough at all. It’s teasing, slow, and feather-light. He moves your panties to the side, fingers entering you only partially. Then he retreats, going back to circling your clit. You buck your hips into his light touch.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate. So willing to take my cock, aren’t ya?” His fingers still work on your clit, his touch light enough to keep you just on the edge. He looks at you awaiting an answer. Unfortunately, you’re to focused on angling your hips the right way to get his fingers to touch you properly, though he moves them farther and farther. 

“Speak when you’re fucking spoken to, goddamnit,” he hisses, frustrated, hand grabbing your jaw and tilting it towards himself. 

You instantly nod, breathy moans of ‘yes,’ coming out of your mouth. “More,” you whine, body writhing in desperation and need. In response, he only grabs your tits roughly, hands playing around with them so meanly that it makes you whimper. 

“Ouch!” you wince, hand trying to move his harsh grip from your tits. “Please,”

“Pathetic fucking girl, aren’t ya…” he looks at you with amusement park in his eyes. “Begging your kidnapper for more? That gets you off?” he lifts you up, making you straddle one of his thighs. “Go, get yourself off, then,” he smirks, leaning back in his seat as he lets your desperate self go about it. 

You’ve never felt more humiliated, to be honest. With your hands on his chest and your cunt humping on his thigh, and your face heated, you whimper quietly. “How d’you feel about rubbing your cunt on my thigh, huh?”

“Feels so good,” you moan out, humping faster. 

“No, darling. I’m not asking how y’cunt feels. I know it feels good,” he smirks, pulling on your hair harshly, making you gasp. “I’m asking how you feel…”

“F— Filthy,” you say. Truly, you do, with the sheer desperation you are humping him with. You moan, getting close to your high. 

“Hm, thought so. Really fucking pathetic…”

“I’m gonna—”

“Go ahead, wet my fucking thigh,” he says, pulling harder on your hair. Your back arches, chest now at his face. His mouth was so filthy, his words were so filthy, that it made you come instantly with your head tipped back, eyes rolled at the back of your head and eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your hips slow down, coming to a stop, chest heaving with heavy breaths. 

“Did I say you could fucking stop?” he frowns. “You will rub y’filthy cunt on my thigh ‘til you’re crying. I wanna see those pretty little tears again,”

“But it’s—”

“Anything, you said, right?”

So he makes you come again, and again, until your eyes finally well up with tears. All the while he does nothing, making the whole thing much more humiliating for you, and as your thighs shake and body trembles you lift your hips up. 

“No, no more, please,” you beg.

“I said I wanted to see you crying, love. You’ve only teared up yet. Don’t make me do it myself—I’ll make you sob. Scream, even.” 

But you don’t. You’re so sensitive right now that you don’t even comprehend—much less respond. Your head is resting on his shoulder—hesitantly—body jolting.

“Fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. His fingers grip your hips brutally, moving your hips back and forth. He slaps your ass, setting a quick pace on his thigh which has you gripping his hand, trying to move it off. 

“Too much— please,” 

“I gave you a choice. Shut up now.”

Your thighs squeeze his, hand desperately trying to pry his off, “Don’t you dare,” he says. “If you try to move my hand once more, I promise I will make you regret it.”

Somehow, the threat makes you come again. He chuckles, hand still not stopping. Naturally, though you keep in your mind his threat, your body tries its best to wriggle out of his grip. You moan, loudly, hands grasping the collar of his blazer tightly. 

“Please,” you whine. “Can’t anymore, it hurts,”

“Will it take my cock in your mouth to shut you up?”

When you come again, finally crying this time, your hands can’t help but fly down to his to stop him. 

“Now, what did I say?” He suddenly stops. "What did I fucking say?" Though he sounds enraged and makes you scared, those few moments are like relief to you while you breathe and shake and rest your head on his shoulder, the sound of him unzipping making you look up.

He lifts you up and manouvers you down onto the couch, hand holding your face down. 

“Now, let’s see how much I can make you cry, yeah?”

oh this is DEFINITELY one of those cringey

"i don't have money for rent🥺"

"i can think of a few ways you can pay me😼"

but HEY i tried, maybe i will get better plot ideas in the forseen future

[packsvlog]

Hey there lovely! I hope your weekend is going very well 🥰

I love your blog, I was wondering if I could also have a matchmake please?

- as for appearance, I am short (about 5’1”) and on the plus size side (🙈) and I pretty much hate that about myself lol

- i live for making people happy. That’s what gives my life a purpose

- I smile a lot, not because i am that happy but i believe that it can brighten someone’s day if I greet them with a smile

- i am huge on kindness. I don’t see it as a weakness, I think the world is desperately in need of kindness so I’m trying to fill that role

- I am a team leader but big on considering the human factor in all decisions

- I’ve been struggling with depression for over 2 years but I worked very hard to get out of it 💪

- I am an introvert but I get to be the goofiest extrovert once I am comfortable around someone

- I love to crochet and make anime sketches

- i am absolutely addicted to pancakes

- and Nutella

- i hate summer and i LOVE autumn and winter and cold weather

- I have a master’s in psychology

I hope i was not too boring with all these facts, again I love your blog 🥰🥰🥰

hello, angel! you seem such a nice person, i hope your kindness always stay present and you may heal of your depression, just as me, reach if you ever need anyone to talk! 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kamo choso

Despite all the negative weight of the world, you still have hope, something Choso learned when he first was introduced to you. He knew, in that moment of first seeing your smile, he would be a hopelessly mess by your side, in the positive way.

Choso may not look like it, but he shares the same ideals as you. Not for the whole world, but for those he care the most, their happiness is his goals to achieve — your name is inked with hearts on the top of his priority list.

So, Choso first catch you staring down at yourself, your body, and it’s not something he can understand. Bodies are unimpressive to him, let’s be real, his brothers weren’t the most normal looking ones and the love he had for them went beyond anything. He doesn’t understand your hate for yourself, specially being you, a gentle happy person. Choso tries to help, in his best naive way, he bluntly tells you how pretty you are everyday. He may seems stoic, is that he much prefers to compliment your soul, but you know he means it all.

Choso wasn’t used to smile much until he became your little shadow, wherever you go, he follows. And if you smile, he smiles at you. But if you leave, his face is back to a neutral one or with a scowl. He is adorable. Sometimes, though, if his mind is elsewhere, he is by your side with an angry resting face and your happy self talking with someone, is quite a scene to be presented.

You love to speak of the goods of the world to him, and he loves to listen to it. He believes in your capability to change it all for the better, it rubs to him and he catches himself being gentle to strangers, helping the ones who are in need — he always runs back to you telling what he did, like a puppy waiting for praises, and you better grant him.

Choso first learned of your depression just months after you started to date, you had to explain very detailed what it’s like for him, and it broke his heart into multiple pieces — how could someone good and pure have a burden like that? He helps, as best as he can, as far as you let him go, what Choso wants its to be your safe harbor, the lightning house in the middle of your storms and waves. If you allow him, is not something you would regret.

You both are the introverted couple, sitting by the side, in your own world and conversations. Yuuji is your extroverted adopted child, basically. He adores you, he is the one to order your food when the three of you go out, just happy to be with you guys. Adorable.

There are many coins in the prospects of having a boyfriend who just sprouted of nowhere — you can gift him anything and it will be his first time having that, or you can have him tasting your favorites, again, for the first time.

You present Choso with an immense amount of crotchets of large jumpers in pastel colors and scarfs big enough for him to hide his mouth, an habit of his you find adorable. He wears whatever you give him, so cute this broad large male with an angry face wearing a pink sweater with proud.

That’s the best way to describe Choso, he is proud of you to an extent you have barely an idea of how big it is, his love for you reach beyond this world, and yours as well. How odd it seems, one could say, that a half curse could repent and be in love with a blessing.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Choso was introduced to pancakes and nutella by you, he does not have a sweet tooth, but he likes to eat it because it’s your favorite. Every time he senses your depression is growing stronger, he makes pancakes stuffed with nutella for you.

◛ ₊· When you told him of you psychology masters he was intrigued, and as soon as you explained he asked if he could do the same — you both are now making the preparations for his documents so he can start college soon (all payed by Gojo, of course).

◛ ₊· Choso likes to stare at you. Just stare, blank face, mouth shut. At first it scared you, until you noticed his eyes. He couldn’t mask or hide the love he held in his eyes.

◛ ₊· If you try to do the same and stare at him, he will get flustered.

[featheredadora]

my body is good!! even when it isn't working!!

[recallback-art]

Mentioned a few days back, but I have been having trouble with faces recently so I sat down to do a whole batch of expressions to try getting outta that funk. Same four emotions across dif faces. It was fun, if nothing else!

[autisticlee]

having some sort of chronic pain and tiredness issue and joint problems and whatnot but not knowing exactly what the problem is is really good at leading you feeling like you're faking it or making a big deal out of nothing or making it up. especially if there's a good day where it's not as bad and you can walk straight without limping for the first time in a year. but then you can wake up the next day and can barely walk and wonder why you can't just walk normal. it's hard to not guilt trip yourself into dealing with pain by trying to ignore it and force yourself to walk "normal" all the time

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

I really appreciate that I have beautiful, full and thick hair, eyebrows and lashes thanks to my middle eastern/asian genes but I wish their powers wouldn’t also extend to body hair when I want to ged rid of it 😬

[puppygirldanhowell]

ray and emma are t4t to ME

[ittybittybumblebee]

Ive decided trying to draw foreshortening in realism is hell actually

[cextra-loz]

Today I was able to stand for a new limit of 50 minutes when my physical symptoms are at their most minimal in a controlled environment. So we know 50 is the max now we're trying to reach 1 hour. I feel like I could've reached an hour with how I was feeling but the muscle endurance in my legs wouldn't have let me. I'm reaching a weird stage in my progress where its been so long since my body has had to support my weight for that long the blood pooling in my soles irritates and hurts like hell the days afterwards so now i'm rubbing the my feet like i've worked a hard day to prevent the inflammation from impeding my progress. I feel tho if I can reach that 1 hour limit I can reach longer times with practice. Its been years since i've stood for so long i'm really excited to keep practicing and hopefully keep improving. Last year around this time I was barely reaching 35 maybe 40 if I really really pushed- during my least symptomatic hours. Those extra 10 minutes might not mean much but since the beginning of my illness I never imagined i'd be able to make it to 30 let alone 50. I felt pretty good this session too which is the most important part, I feel like its the lack of muscular stamina that held me back rather than cardiac endurance. Anyway update is over, if I reach that 1 hour time it'll be a happy day I cannot tell how long it'll take me to reach that time but with some more practice I think a few weeks or months at least i'd imagine maybe even sooner. I'm so happy lets go! Dreams do come true at least 4 me ehehe!

[corvidcall]

i saw a good post abt how fatphobia comes up in fat peoples sex/dating lives (which I'll probably reblog later, when i have time to add stuff to the tags) but hooooooh boy it did dredge up some stuff for me!!! and now im upset!!!!

[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[suguae]

Haunted

Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.

Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)

You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.

How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.

Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like. 

And perhaps that's what it was. 

Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.

And it was wrong—so wrong. 

“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.

But not this time.

He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–” 

“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted. 

Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.

He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later. 

You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.

The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer. 

Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.

Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it. 

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”

The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi. 

“And how are you so sure—”

“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.” 

It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch. 

His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.

You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking. 

That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.

next part ->

[screampied]

oh my godddd I need choso with a breeding kink

choso and his breeding kink ★

warnings. fem! reader, breeding kink, unprotected, p i v, praise, whiny pussydrunk choso, manhandling, mdni.

you let choso shoot into you raw once, just once and he becomes addicted immediately,

it drives him wild, the feeling of goopy amounts of viscous cum pouring into you every few seconds makes his mouth water tremendously with shaky hands glued to your hips, a sweetened mewl slides out of his lips. “ohh, ‘m c-cummin’ again,” and he dryly laughs to hide his whiny moan that were trying to escape from his compressing lips. despite his voice faltering on its own, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. you lay underneath him, an ankle of yours rubbing down his back. you felt his tense muscles and its warmth grazing against your skin. “mhm, ‘s good for me—more please,” he pleads, leaning in to suck against your neck. a few strands of his hair that was naturally down tickles against your cheek. speaking of strands, a few strands stick against his own forehead as he slows his pace. it’s so much dribbling into you before a little trail of his syrupy seed starts to run its way down your left thigh. “i- i’m gonna get you pregnant, baby. i jus’ wanna make a mess out of you. make a mess outta my pretty girl.”

“you love saying that, hm?” you stroke his cheek, panting breaths departing from your lips before you arch forward.

choso was infertile—being a half human half curse, you weren’t sure if he could actually even get you pregnant but he’s always dreamt of the idea. the thought of you walking around with a rounded, swollen tummy has him nearly drooling into your collarbone. baring a fang into the crook of your neck, his sucking intensifies—you’re so full. he only gives you a silent nod, nibbling his teeth into your skin as he’s still got you stuffed full of cock. “how many babies this time?”

“m- maybe um,” he breaks away to stare into your eyes once more.

choso was sweating, a nice glossing sheet of sweat paints against his flushed face before he gulps at your direct eye contact. prying your thighs open just a bit more to stare at the volumes of cum spilling out of your cunt and onto the sheets, he sighs. “wanna give you twins.”

“. . . oh,” you tease, feeling his warm weight press against your entire body. the heat of each body makes his cravings escalate further. he wants you so bad. choso knew you were teasing from your tone alone but still, he furrowed his darkened brows.

as his dick curls into your gummy, gripping walls that forevermore clung onto him tightly, he whines. “oh? oh— what? is that not enough?”

“i was thinking more like . . five, baby,” you whisper against his ear.

whilst you’re still laid flat against your back, feeling his smooth tempo pick up again, a moan almost drags out of your throat. choso always knew how to make you feel good, vice versa. your breaths were so quickened irregular, it’s as if you’d return from a midnight job. with the back of your foot playfully slides down his stiff back muscles, you cup his chin. “maybe six . . or seven, eight . . ”

“s-so basically, you want an entire family,” he whimpers, a mere smile forming onto his lips.

within a few positions, it was safe to say choso was already pussy-drunk. you had him right where you wanted, and once he saw your nod at his question, he only moans into your neck. “okay, i’ll try. gonna try my best for you,” and a flat palm of his circles against your bare stomach. “and this pretty tummy. ‘s gonna be so full when ‘m done.”

choso was a man who never went back on his word.

he says he’s gonna breed you and that’s exactly what he does—

there was simply no sugarcoating it. it’s been about a plethora of positions and as promised, you were filled to the utmost brim with his cum. choso loves more than anything to have you in missionary. he wants to hold your face as he’s fucking his cum back into you.

a pout spreads against his lips as he feels the slippery slope of his own seed pour its way out of your cunt. he wants you to savor it. it drives him mad—with your legs wrapping around his waist, the desire to give you more of him only increases.

“ugh, ‘s good. you’re gonna be so full. take more, pretty please. saved so much for you,” and he’s just babbling.

it’s cute—he’s whimpering sweet nothings against your skin as he’s languidly swinging his hips into your very core. it’s sloppy, yet it feels almost blissful—each time he finishes inside it literally takes his breath away. chills roam all through his spine as he’s dumping such velvety amounts of cum into you. choso bites his lip at the sudden waves of electricity coursing through his veins. he has a bit of a short circuit and it’s cute. with blow irises, he gasps before making a cute attempt to kiss you, but in reality he’s just sucking on your bottom lip. “take it, t- take it, gimme a baby.”

and his words were raspy, yet his tone was whiny. his head’s spinning but he wants more. choso’s so in love, in love with love, in love with you.

“kiss me, ‘cho.” you mewl out breathlessly, moving a few strands out of his face. once he heard you said that, you didn’t have to tell him twice.

a thumb of yours massage against the bridge of his nose, tickling against the scar before you drag him into your lips. choso loudly moans into your mouth as his thrusts become more precise and slow. you glue against him so good that it’s just carnally lustful..

his hips twitch against your own as he’s shoving his own spilling cum right into your cunt. you’re sopping already, a few creamy droplets already start to rundown your thighs as you cling onto him tightly.

“mhm, i love you. i love you s’much, gonna be such a good mommy,” he whines, resuming to babble between kisses.

mwah after mwah . .

with hooded eyes, and a sheepish little grin, he gazes at your after glow. so pretty, saliva cobwebs string out of your mouth as he breaks away only to kiss you again. a hand still rubs against your tummy before it’s his turn to cup your chin. “p- princess,” he breathes in a raspy way. a tongue swipes its way against your bottom lip. his dick was still inside, idle and not moving—yet it’s just plugging feverish excess amounts of cum into you.

“yes baby.” you stare right back into his eyes, a thumb gliding against his flushed cheeks.

“i- i love you,” he whines, his heart melting from the softness of your touch. you bring a hand of his towards your mouth to kiss it. “i love you but- but ‘m not done. need to fill you some more,” and you gasp once he flips you over, making you get on all fours. “i wanna love you more, especially from behind, h-heh.”