#drabbles from twt

[eunwoopeia]

this is so random but i just remembered that both tsukki and kuroo are the youngest child.

so what if aki and kuroo’s sister were childhood friends and introduced the two of them when they were a little younger? kuroo not liking tsukki because he’s used to being the youngest.

but tsukki is just too cute and adorable and you just wanna protect him and take care of him and bite his cute chubby cheeks? it transitions to high school and college, kuroo being over-protective of tsukki, not knowing that the younger is hiding romantic feelings for him?

#

it’s a disaster! tsukki has to watch kuroo be with other people while kuroo, aki and kuroo’s older sister scares away anyone who dares to make romantic advances towards tsukki. he’s afraid that kuroo only thinks of him as someone to take care of or look after.

the two of them always planned to attend the same university, but tsukki changes his mind because he needs some distance. to move on!! and meet more people away from kuroo, aki and kuroo’s sister.

ironically, it’s because of this that kuroo finally realizes his feelings for tsukki.

so no matter how busy he is, kuroo makes the effort to go to tsukki’s uni to pick him up after classes, or drop off food or coffee to make sure that he’s eating properly.

at this point, tsukki is just getting more confused.

#

“he likes you” akaashi (the first friend tsukki made in college) insists.

“what? no he doesn’t”

“he glares at me every time he visits you and sees us together. and he always says things to prove that he knows you better than i do. like we’re in a competition or something”

“he’s always been like that! and his sister and aki too!”

“oh? but i really think he likes you though”

“no”

“wanna find out?” akaashi smiles menacingly, and tsukki is kind of scared and excited at the same time.

#

kuroo visits tsukki in his apartment, and of course he has his own key! so he barges in like usual and freezes on his spot by the door because guess what he sees? his precious tsukki pinned on the bed! by that pretty boy who’s always with him! he knew he couldn’t trust that akaashi!!

he goes through the five stages of grief in five seconds. or actually, no. he skips over denial and makes himself comfortable in anger. especially because akaashi is smirking back at him like he won something.

“oh, you have a visitor kei” akaashi says, casually straddling tsukki on the sofa. and how dare he call him kei!?

tsukki is looking positively rumpled, blond hair in a wild disarray, face flushed pink. and he’s just staring at kuroo, scrutinizing every passing emotion on his face.

“well, i should go. maybe we can just continue this next time” akaashi says as he finally moves away from tsukki’s lap, collecting his things and leaving the apartment with a resounding click of the door.

and what does he mean by continue this next time? uh, not in kuroo’s watch!! there’s never gonna be a next time! though, at the back of his mind, kuroo realizes that there might never have been a first time at all, if only he wasn’t dumb about his own fucking feelings for so long!!!

kuroo is still glaring at the door, as if he can see through it, and only stops when he feels a pillow hitting the back of his head.

“don’t you know how to knock!?” and anyway, stop glaring at keiji like that!”

kuroo was appalled. his tsukki never asked him to knock before!

“tsukki…” he starts, but has to stop and look away because tsukki still looks so disheveled. one side of his sweater (or actually, kuroo’s sweater that tsukki stole) falling down, exposing his delicate shoulder.

“what?” the sharp tone makes kuroo look back, and he sees the angry tears on the younger, and it ignites something inside of him.

“what? are you that angry that i disturbed you and that slimy boy huh? he’s taking advantage of you tsukki!”

“do you really think i’m that dumb to be taken advantage of!?”

“no! i just meant that you’re too good for him! he wouldn’t be able to take care of you!”

like the way i do.

tsukki stands and throws his hands up in frustration. “god! you always say that! how i’m too good for everyone who tried to court me or ask me out. well guess what, it doesn’t feel like it kuroo! cause i’ve always been alone!”

“you’re not alone, you have me! i’m right here!”

their screams echoes inside the apartment walls. at this point kuroo is sure that tsukki’s neighbors can hear every single thing, but he doesn’t care about anything else other than the tears streaming down tsukki’s face right now.

“i don’t have you kuroo. i never had!”

“what do you mean you never had!? i’ve always been right here taking care of you!”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ALL OF THIS!? I’M NOT YOUR LITTLE BROTHER KUROO!”

“FUCK KEI OF COURSE YOU’RE NOT! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

“NO YOU’RE NOT! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

kuroo isn’t sure how, but they’re standing right in front of each other now, chest almost bumping. a sweet electrifying feeling buzzes through him when he notices for the first time that he has to tilt his head a little now to look up at tsukki’s honey eyes.

“wait, what did you just say?”

“you heard me” kuroo whispers, staring at tsukki’s lips now (he can’t help it! it’s right in front of his eyes!!)

“i swear to god, if you’re fucking with me right now…” tsukki tries to step away, but kuroo pulls him by the waist quickly to stop him.

“i’m not. kei, i would never.”

tsukki observes him, golden eyes flashing with disbelief and fresh tears.

“i’ve just been too dumb to realize it before. but then it makes sense. why all my past partners would be so jealous of you. why i hated seeing other people try to get closer to you. i didn’t want any of them to replace my place beside you. of course i’d think that you’re too good for them. they don’t know you. i do.”

tsukki’s tears are threatening to fall again, so kuroo cups his face and caresses it gently. “so hey, does akaashi know that you’re in love with me too?”

tsukki cutely sniffs and rolls his eyes. “of course he does. he planned this whole thing”

“wha…?”

“he was sure that if we make you jealous, you’ll lose your mind and finally confess”

kuroo’s jaw drops. “well. i guess i have to apologize and thank him then?”

tsukki glares at him adorably behind his glasses, “why don’t you apologize to me first? do you have any idea how long i’ve been pining and suffering because of your confusing ass!?”

a blinding smile takes over kuroo’s face. his heart is souring. “hmm, i can definitely think of a couple ways to make it up to you.”

#

bonus: when they tell aki and kuroo’s sister that they’re (finally) dating, aki just hands over a wad of cash to kuroo’s sister and says, “took you long enough”

[starrystevie]

eddie doesn’t know how to kiss without baring his teeth.

he doesn’t know gentle, doesn’t know sweet. he knows bruises and aches, hands like talons digging and pulling. he knows rough, knows selfish, knows how to take take take but not how to accept something that’s given.

but steve knows gentle. he knows how to hold eddie’s face like he’s holding the world, knows how to give him the sweetest of kisses like honey on his lips, lingering and perfect. he knows how to place his hands softly on all of eddie’s scars to make him feel whole, make him feel real.

steve gives him smiles that burn into his memory, gives him featherlight touches that set his skin on fire, gives him sweet sappy nothings whispered in his ear that lick through his veins like molten lava. he gives gives gives and eddie learns how to take it. learns how to try.

he learns how to accept the love that steve so easily gives out. learns how to retract his claws and hold steve with a tentative softness. learns how to curl his lips over his teeth to trade his bruising kisses for steve’s tender ones.

eddie learns how to love steve, gentle & sweet.

[soaqrudyz]

the afternoon sun is covered by clouds, a misty sort of rain sticking to each blade of grass. it smells like hills as far as the eye can see and backyard ponds. kyle’s head is tipped forward in laughter and soap thinks he’s never seen anyone so beautiful.

he’s staring, he knows, but he can’t bring himself to look away. he wants to immortalize this moment, stop time in its ever rolling tracks so he could bask in that radiant smile and the steady thrum of his heart against his ribs.

kyle looks over, the remnants of giggles on his lips, and catches his eye.

“what’re you lookin’ at?” he asks, teasing.

there is no hesitation when soap replies: “you.”

a lovely coyness tints his ears as he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

there is a syrupy sweetness that coats the inside of soap’s mouth, rots his teeth and greys his gums, and oh, he realizes, this must be love.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari.......... will u mutual bingo meeeee?

NIKU ……. say less >:3 here is your bingo hehe pls have a seat n sip on some coffee ☕️ made it extra bitter so **** won’t come and steal it from u….

[not-so-sunnie]

domestic klance + scars

Keith watched as Lance laid down on his stomach, tired after a long training session. He had just managed to pull on sweatpants after his shower, before the fatigue became too much and he collapsed on the bed. Keith, himself, was just finishing up his own shower and Lance dozed while he waited. He was on the verge of sleep when Keith sat down beside him. He ran his fingers through Lance’s slightly damp hair, gently untangling the few knots. Lance smiled softly and leaned into the touch.

“Tired?” Keith’s voice was soft as he continued to scratch at Lance’s head.

Lance hummed his answer and snuggled deeper into the bed. Keith pressed a kiss to his hair and Lance sighed contentedly. He pressed another kiss to Lance’s neck, trailing down to his shoulder. There was a scar on the back of Lance’s neck, hidden unless you lifted the hair. Keith moved the hair aside and kissed it. He felt Lance relax further into the mattress and smiled softly.

He sat back and admired his husband’s broad back. It was littered with scars, both faded and new. The most prominent being the starburst one he got when saving Coran. Though the healing pods were amazing, they weren’t able to heal everything.

Keith traced the edges of the starburst. The skin was mostly smooth, but the shape of the scar was sharp. The scar tissue contrasted starkly against the darker colour of Lance’s skin. Keith lightly trailed his fingers all around the outer edges first, before pressing down gently as he made his way towards the center. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss right in the middle, leaning his forehead against Lance’s back for a few moments afterwards.

While he knew they were safe now, he also knew that he couldn’t stop himself from worrying both about the past and the future. He couldn’t change the past, and they still had battles to fight in the future. It was a waste of time worrying about those things right now.

So, Keith leaned back and continued to trace his fingers along all of the scars littering Lance’s back. He made sure he kissed each and every one of them, enjoying the feeling of warm skin under his hands and lips; enjoying the feeling of Lance under him, alive and well.

Lance continued to doze happily, sighing contentedly when Keith finally finished his ministrations and laid down next to him. He rolled over so his back was to Keith, so Keith could wrap his arms around his waist and pull him flush against his chest. Keith buried his face in Lance’s hair and hummed quietly, both of them on the verge of sleep.

“I love you.” Keith whispered into Lance’s ear.

“I love you, too.” Lance replied.

They both fell asleep with a soft smile on their face, basking in the other’s love and warmth.

[phiixomath]

📚

Keith’s phone vibrates and he resists the urge to check it for a full minute before he caves. 

It’s Lance, of course — has been for the better part of two hours — and it brings yet another smile to Keith’s face. Sure, he’s been trying to focus on his homework for the aforementioned past couple of hours, and sure, indulging Lance is surely keeping him from doing his own work, but he can’t help it. His assignment is painfully boring as it is, and Lance’s research is sending him down the strangest rabbit holes. 

A while ago, he began messaging Keith about the Wikipedia wormhole he was getting sucked into, periodically sending snaps with random factoids overlaid on his exaggerated expressions or memes. Keith drew several glances from failing to contain his chuckles. 

The latest fact accompanies several images of the ‘stylish but illegal monkey’ and, try as he might, Keith bursts into laughter. His work is forgotten as he pushes it away and fully accepts he’s not getting any more done. 

[twinstarsies]

no quirks au, fluff

Izuku is out to lunch with a coworker at the park when a hand ruffles his hair and he looks up to Katsuki standing beside him, food in hand from one of the stalls.

He smiles. "Kacchan, hi!"

"Hey, nerd. Did you get my text?"

Izuku digs out his phone and sees that he does in fact have an unread text from Katsuki. "Sorry, we've been kind of busy today."

"Figured. But let me know what you think about—"

"Excuse me," his coworker interrupts them, garnering their attention. He's glaring at Katsuki for some reason that has Izuku puzzled. "Do you mind? You're kind of interrupting our date here."

Wait—what? Date?

Izuku's brows shoot up while Katsuki's furrow as his eyes narrow. He regards Izuku's coworker for a beat before turning to Izuku.

"This is the extra you're leaving me at the altar for?" he asks mildly, jabbing a thumb in the coworker's direction. "Thought you were cheatin' on me with the Peppermint Princess."

"Shouto is in a committed relationship, and very happy with it, last I heard from him," Izuku corrects him. He pats his arm consolingly. "I'm leaving you for Hitoshi."

Katsuki makes an exaggerated pouty face. "I knew it. It's 'cause he's into bondage, isn't it?"

His coworker looks between them with confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? Who the hell is this guy, Midoriya?"

Izuku can't help a small giggle escaping at the weird turn his day has taken.

"It is absolutely about the bondage," he answers Katsuki, then, "Anyway, there has obviously been a misunderstanding here. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that this was a date, but it wasn't my intention. I thought it was just lunch between peers."

"That's because you don't think people could possibly be interested in you." Katsuki flicks him. "And I'm the nerd's fiancé."

"Fiancé?" His coworker blinks in shock. "You're getting married?"

Izuku thinks the incredulity in his tone is a little uncalled for. Why is it so surprising that he's getting married? "Um. Yes?"

"But you aren't wearing a ring!"

He blinks and then snorts. Pulling the chain around his neck from his shirt, he holds it up. The ring glints in the afternoon sunlight.

"I do wear a ring, actually." He smiles tightly. "Not that it's any of your business."

"Damn, baby," Katsuki says, and Izuku looks up at him to see him grinning like a shark. He leans down to steal a kiss. "Love it when you get sassy. Turns me right on."

Izuku hums against him. "Maybe I'll just come do something about that then. We were just finishing up, anyway!"

He gathers his half-eaten lunch and stands, linking hands with his fiancé and giving his coworker a brilliant grin, who only blinks back at him, mouth gaping.

"See you back at the office!" he says, and then lets Katsuki drag him away.

"You know," Katsuki says, letting Izuku swing their hands, "this is, like, the fourth coworker that's taken you on a date that you didn't know was a date."

"He said 'let's grab lunch!'" Izuku whines. "Ochako says that! Tenya says that! Yagi-san says that! How am I supposed to know it's meant to be a date?!"

Katsuki just gives him the side eye. "Babe. I love you, but you're hopeless."

Izuku pouts at him and gently nudges him in the shoulder. "This is why I'm leaving you for Hitoshi. Kacchan is mean to me."

"Yeah, but you love it." Katsuki squeezes his hand.

Izuku leans his head on Katsuki's shoulder, smiling. "Yeah, I do."

[halfmoonism]

cringe is dead i'll start posting my writing

[luvwestwood]

"AFK" - Choso Kamo (with twt links)

"..like fortnite, i’ma need your skin.."

3,012 words.

warnings. nsfw(18+), bf/gamer! choso, oral sex (m rec.), humiliation, desk sex, exhibitionism, trying not to get caught, feral choso, p in v, throat fucking, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, degradation, choso whimper links included lol,

notes. my previous drabble abt choso had a lil kick to it, definitely had to make it into a full one-shot! hope u guys enjoy, and thank u for 450 followers hehe, so I included twt links! ^^

credits to @/plutism for dividers, @/adrienwithane for banner.

russian translation by @juliabelll ❤️

Not too long ago, it was Choso's birthday. Being an amazing girlfriend you are, of course you built him a brand new PC. It cost you an arm and a leg, but that didn't matter at all when it came to Choso. Seeing him happy itched a part of your brain, especially when he was the one who would pay for everything: dates, your online shopping carts, you name it.

He never really bought anything for himself. You were getting tired of the countless times that he went on a tangent about how slow his previous machine was. It was doing your head in, so you saved up. For what you now call a 'not-blessing-in-disguise'.

Choso was obsessed with his new PC, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. Part of you was starting to regret it all. The man barely paid attention to you.

Am I the asshole for being mad that my boyfriend likes his gift a bit too much? No, I wouldn't think so. I should be delighted, but it's pretty much getting outrageous.

The fact that he has almost every single game out there on that PC in just a span of one week since he got it - means there's more for him to do. Every day, he'd wake up, do a bit of house stuff then sit his ass down to play with his friends. For as long as he can. Never leaving that room. Hell, he wouldn't even bother answering your messages until an hour later. 'Mb, was on the game' is something that was engraved in your brain by now.

Every time you'd come over, he'd ignore you simply by just gluing his eyes on the screen. If you try to nap, just go home. You've lost track of how many times he's managed to wake you up with his blood-curdling screams. There were times when Choso didn't even notice you leaving, which upset you quite a bit.

Of course, you had moments when you needed him the most. Like, badly. Freshly shaved, he's not even mentally there to take a peek. You could be naked and oiled up in his bed, Choso wouldn't even bat an eye.

…Advice to self, don't get him a PS5 this Christmas.

"Choso," You called out, sat on the edge of the bed behind him. No answer. Per usual, you wanted to rip that headset off his head.

Dark circles were forming around his eyes, endless cans of monster were scattered all over his desk. "Nah let's just fight Oscar, we've got a minute until the circle closes."

Rolling your eyes, a scoff escapes your mouth. Aaand he didn't hear you. Crossing your arms, you furrow your brows. He was honestly testing your patience. "Choso?!"

Choso flinches a bit, pulling one side of his headset away from his ear. His gaming chair spins around to face you. "Baby?"

He knew you were mad. You looked more than pissed. It was really because this recurring behavior of his was getting too much. "Your eyes are always on that screen! Did you even know that I was here!?”

“I-I’m sorry. Look, I'll get off after this game!” From his headset you could hear Choso’s friends teasing and picking on him. They probably heard you scolding your poor boyfriend. You couldn’t care less.

As soon as you were about to speak, he immediately spun his chair back around to face that stupid monitor again. He was too engrossed in the game. It was his squad of four against the only opposing team.

Groaning, you flop back onto his mattress. "..You always say that, and you never do." Muttering under your breath, you stare at the ceiling blankly. What felt like a hammer to your head, Choso's war cries could only get louder each second.

The past few days, you had no choice but to use your own fingers to toy with yourself. You were needy, and you missed your boyfriend's touch. Too bad he was too occupied. How come his keyboard and mouse get to be touched by him more than your....

Using all of your strength, you sat yourself up again on the edge of his mattress. Realizing there's no use in scolding him, you quietly walked up behind Choso, combing your fingers through his hair. You loved when it was down, and he loved it when you played with his hair. He found it relaxing. You could tell by the way his body was no longer tensed up, the back of his head falling heavy onto your hand.

Your hands left his hair, travelling down to his nape. With your freshly manicured nails (which he paid for), you gently scratched his skin on his neck. You could see goosebumps forming, but said nothing about it. Choso who was ticklish, tilted his head to the side - "Mmm," He hummed, telling you off as you were starting to distract him.

Letting out a laboured sigh, you stared at the back of his head. Wondering what to do with him, you pouted. Maybe I should just leave like every other day? No, I can't back down.

He seems really busy. Would he even notice if I crawled under his desk? Grinning, you got on your knees, crawling like a kitty underneath his desk but making minimal noise. You glanced behind your shoulder to see his reaction, but his eyes were still gawking at the flashing screen in front of him.

Coming face to face with his sweats, you kneeled, just in level with his lap. Peeking your head out from the shadows under his desk, Choso had only noticed you then. His eyes widened, the sight of you looking up at him like a puppy had started to cloud up his thoughts.

Grabbing onto his wrist, he slowly let go of his mouse. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he took it in the palm of his hand, eventually giving in and using his thumb to softly caress your lips. "..I missed you, Choso.." You whispered, softly sucking on his thumb. "..I need you,"

His breath hitched, your words were doing something to him. What a fool he was for ignoring you all this time? Just then, a cacophony of voices screaming through his headset broke him out of his trance. Choso's warm hand left your face, causing you to frown. Your fun was cut short. Way too short.

You had enough, deciding it was time you finally got what you wanted. Snaking your two hands up the soft cotton of his sweats, they stopped right at his crotch. His eyes anxiously shot down to you underneath him, telling you off and pointing to his headset.

Placing a finger onto your lips, you told him to just be quiet. His eyes frantically flickered from you, then to his monitor. Slowly, you slid down his pants. Smiling at the way he rose himself up from his seat slightly, so it would be easier to take them off. Of course, he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Taking his long, thick cock into your hands, you jerked it ever so slightly. Choso cleared his throat, keeping his mouth shut all of a sudden in case he accidentally makes unwanted noise. He was practically melting under your touch, into the chair. Gliding your tongue over his pink tip, he didn't dare look at you. Not long after, your warm mouth wrapped over him, Choso letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling.

You knew how to push his buttons, bringing yourself to fully deepthroat his cock for a few seconds. His lips purse shut, Choso slightly biting down onto his bottom lip. His fingers started to press on the wrong keys, unable to focus on the game.

Pulling away, a string of saliva connected your tongue and his aching tip. You brought your lips back onto his cock, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you used your two hands to jerk him off at the same time.

The man above was folding at the pornographic sight underneath him. Hearing Choso moan by accident, he quickly covered it up with a cough. “…Yeah, no, I’m good- Just don’t- feel well..”Friends concerned, Choso had come up with a convincing lie in just seconds. His hand reached down to rake through your hair until his fist was full of it. [link]

He lightly pushed your head up and down his length, your mouth making sloppy noises all over, buckets of spit dripping down your chin and his balls.

Ripping his headset off, Choso didn't care about the game anymore. Or his friends. He groaned as you fondled with his balls, giving them a suck afterwards. His light grey pants were turning a darker shade than before. His two hands clawed into your hair on both sides of your face, Choso started to fuck his cock into the back your throat.

Moaning, his eyes shut tightly as his head fell back onto the cushion of his chair. His balls tightening as he heard how you constantly gagged over his thick cock. "Fuck.. Just like that.."

His moans were a mixture of curses and long groans, tears started to well up in your eyes. Choso opened his eyes again, looking down at you as he drew your mouth away from his cock. He smiled, seeing your makeup all ruined, your face covered with spit and so did his lap.

Rolling his chair away from the desk, he grabbed you from underneath. Only to pull it back again, placing it in front of his PC. Guiding his hand on your back, he bent you over on the chair, making your two legs kneel on the soft cushion so you wouldn't tire out. [link]

Holding tightly onto your hair, your head fell back towards him. Choso had ripped the fabric of your leggings that was unfortunately covering your cunt. Grabbing his cock, he lined himself up with your hole, his hands shaking from how eager he was.

Easily sliding in from the slick that covered your hole, you grabbed onto the arm rest in front of you; Choso stretching you out completely. Wasting no time, he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking his hard cock into you.

His monitor started to gently shake from how hard his cock was bullying into you, skin slapping as his balls that were full of weeks load cum made contact with your clit.

"C-Choso.." You cried out, your hand reaching back to his pelvis. Staring at yourself getting fucked like a slut through the reflection of his PC monitor, your ass rippled with each and every one of his thrusts.

Maintaining his brutal pace, his fingers were no longer woven into your hair, reaching out to the headset on his desk. Confused, you kept your eyes open to watch Choso place them over your head. "W-What..?"

His hands gripped onto the flesh of your hips, Choso leaned into your ear. "Keep moaning you slut, let them hear you." All of a sudden he groaned, feeling you clench around him at what he just said. "You like that, don't you?"

Spinning you slightly to one side, his leg went up onto the chair with you, allowing him more leverage to fuck you deeper. "Eyes up at that camera too, show them how pretty you look taking my cock," Tears started to stream down the sides of your cheeks, your face had flushed red.

Choso's hands took a hold of your hair again, his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. "I.." Speechless, you lost your ability to form a basic sentence. His fat cock left you braindead, at this point you were seeing nothing but stars.

"..Use your words baby," A creamy white ring started to form at his base as his cock pistoned in and out of you. Choso's hand kept stamping down on your back from time to time to make sure you kept that arch. "..Isn't this what you've been wanting all week?"

"Y-you're so deep.. I can't.." Your hand reached back to his abs, twisting the white fabric of his tank top until it was all wrinkly. He took a hold of your wrist, twisting your arm behind you. Choso slightly bent over, his warm body resting against your back.

He quietly groaned into your ear, chanting your name like a prayer. You were fucked out of your mind. "You feel so good.. like this pussy was made for me." The pace of his thrusts slowed down, but his hips still rut into you hard each time. His strokes hard and deep, you swear could feel him all up in your guts. Your jaw had dropped, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

Choso's hands reached under your loose shirt, letting your tits spill out of your bra. Gently twisting your nipple between his finger tips, fondling with your whole breast afterwards, he forgot how much he loved wrapping his mouth around those.

"Your cock.. It feels so good.." You babbled, Choso sneaking his fingers underneath to rub lazy circles on your clit. Your legs began to tremble, fortunately your throat managed to choke out a whine.

Also seeing him in the reflection of his monitor, strands of his hair started to stick to his face. Multiple beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. Choso didn't want to leave your pussy. Not even Thor could pull him out. He enjoyed using you like a cock whore.

You felt so dizzy, mind full of his cock. Choso let out multiple whimpers as he felt his orgasm nearing, his index finger hooking onto the side of your mouth. The very last few seconds, his cock bottomed into you, trying to chase your orgasm. The desk hitting against he wall non-stop, his headset that was on you started to fall off your head.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses down your back, his hand grabbed onto the plush flesh of your ass, continuously giving it a spank every now and then.

The wet, slapping noises of your skin continued to follow, until you felt his thrusts come to a sudden halt. His hot cum shooting inside of you rope after rope, just before he pulled out to let the rest out onto your ass. "..Fuck.. look at that."

Using his thumb to spread your hole wide open, his load spilt onto the black leather of his gaming chair. You panted, tired and hole throbbing. You got what you wanted, that’s for sure. Forcing his headset off you, you couldn't do anything but lean against his desk, trying to regulate your breathing pattern back to normal.

"..We're not done here," Choso laughed behind you, your cunt still dripping of his thick load. His hands roughly turned your body around, placing you on top the desk to face him. Using his foot to push the chair away, he lined his cock with your hole again, using his cum that was already inside of you as lube.

"Oh m-my- Choso!" You yelped, one hand taking grip onto his shoulder for support, the other holding knocking his keyboard out of the way, trying to find something to hold onto other than his shoulder.

His forehead rested against yours, the staggering movement of his hips causing the desk itself to shake under the two of you. Choso watched as his cock disappeared in and out of your hole, grunts coming out through his clench teeth as he wrapped his large hands around your thighs. He wanted more, and wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"..Good girl," He gritted through his teeth, "..I love t-this pussy, and you." Choso's hands pressed flat against the desk, his lips locking onto yours. His cock was coated in a mixture of his and your own cum, your sweaty bodies intimately hugging against each other.

Choso wanted to feel all you, he just craved more and more each minute. His hands shakily held onto the sides of your waist, his lips moving to your jaw to plant more kisses.

"You're so beautiful, look at me baby." Choso lightly tapped the side of your face, telling you to maintain eye contact.

Obeying, you kept your eyes open; looking into his but not a thought behind your own eyes. You only continued to whine under his touch, overstimulated from how much he's used you like a cock whore. You were so close to losing your mind, drunk off his cock.

Choso too, was lost in your pussy. God, was he whipped— If only he could stay inside you forever, he definitely would. This whole time he was busy cursing at himself, how much of an idiot he is to not appreciate what he has - you. Your cheeks were stained with your hot tears, Choso hushing you and wiping them away every now and then.

“S-Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” He pants, feeling his balls tighten for the second time, the tightness of your pussy heightening his stimulation.

Your hands cupped both of his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. His thrusts turning sloppy, you cooed. “..Cum for me, I want it all inside..”

This caused the coil inside of Choso to snap, him desperately whimpering into your ear as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “F-fu-ck..” Tightly holding onto the flesh of your hips, he made sure his second load stayed inside of you.

Sliding his cock out, Choso rested his heavy cock just above your pussy. Making sure he planted a peck on your forehead, trying to catch his breath. The two of you laugh, your bodies aching and sweaty, his entire desk and chair a mess.

Reaching for something, you blinked as Choso grabbed his headset that ended up on the other side of the desk. Placing one side against his ear, he spoke into the mic. "..GG."

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⤳ as always, thank you for the love on each and every one of my posts! it means the world to me 🎀🩷

[luvwestwood masterlist]

[eunwoopeia]

krtsk endgame au

playboy kuroo tetsurou meeting his match in college freshman tsukishima kei

[nanaslutt]

you made it to my masterlist, everything you could ever dream of is here :p

if it’s not? send me an ask & i’ll make ur dreams come true >:)

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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

GOJO:

ᑉ³ cocky gojo x reader

ᑉ³ gojo w a mommy kink

ᑉ³ pussy inspector gojo

ᑉ³ sensitive gojo

ᑉ³ riding gojo’s abs

ᑉ³ ruining gojo’s org*am (nnn)

ᑉ³ gojo c*mming in his pants

ᑉ³ virgin!gojo being surprisingly good in bed

ᑉ³ gojo playing w ur hair before he throat fucks u

ᑉ³ aphrodisiac chocolates w gojo

ᑉ³ perv!gojo obsessed with your freckles

ᑉ³ toys and overstim w jealous boyfie gojo

ᑉ³ road head w gojo

ᑉ³ gojo teaching you how to masturbate on an orange pt.2 pt.3

ᑉ³ sending gojo nudes + phone sex

ᑉ³ head+restraints+blindfolded gojo

ᑉ³ body swap w gojo pt.2

ᑉ³ making out to avoid getting caught troupe w gojo

ᑉ³ making gojo squirt + overstimulation

ᑉ³ throat training w/ gojo

ᑉ³ somno w/ gojo

ᑉ³ bath time w/ gojo

ᑉ³ gojo’s first time fucking you raw

ᑉ³ oral w/ husband & father jealous gojo

GETO:

ᑉ³ perv!geto

ᑉ³ perv!geto ‘pt.2’

ᑉ³ perv!geto catches you using the shower head

ᑉ³ mutual masturbation with geto

ᑉ³ geto begging to put it in

ᑉ³ Perv!Geto takes you out :3

ᑉ³ perv!geto taking care of you while you’re sick (smut)

ᑉ³ hate sex with geto

ᑉ³ geto begging u to spit in his mouth

ᑉ³ period sex w geto

SATOSUGU:

ᑉ³ caught watching porn w/ satosugu

ᑉ³ eifel tower w the boys

ᑉ³ pt 2 ^

ᑉ³ nurse geto & doctor gojo x reader

ᑉ³ milking gojo’s prostate w/ geto on the phone

ᑉ³ satosugu eating you out

NANAMI:

ᑉ³ nanamin “teaching” ino how to touch his girlfriend

ᑉ³ one bed troupe w/ nanami

ᑉ³ riding nanami’s thigh

ᑉ³ supporting nanami under his desk

ᑉ³ cockwarming husband nanami

ᑉ³ giving virgin nanami head

ᑉ³ househusband nanami

ᑉ³ office sex with nanami

TOJI:

ᑉ³ toji talking you through it

ᑉ³ trying to get toji to sub

ᑉ³ toji teaching you how to give him head

ᑉ³ dry humping w toji

ᑉ³ MMA! Toji + leaked sex tape pt.2

ᑉ³ entering the zenin clan as toji’s pretty wife

ᑉ³ bodygaurd + brat tamer toji

ᑉ³ toji’s panty kink

CHOSO:

ᑉ³ choso giving head +praise kink

ᑉ³ catching choso masturbating

ᑉ³ choso getting head for the first time

ᑉ³ choso w/ a tongue piercing

ᑉ³ choso loves ur moans + breeding kink

ᑉ³ teaching choso how to give head (m!reader)

ᑉ³ exhibitionism w/ choso

ᑉ³ giving Choso a boobjob

ᑉ³ pussyjob with choso

ᑉ³ soft sex with virgin!choso

SUKUNA

ᑉ³ rough sex with true form sukuna

ᑉ³ true form sukuna eating u out w/ his stomach mouth

ᑉ³ edging + sex toys + mirror w/ sukuna

ᑉ³ sukuna getting worked up from a fight (solo)

ᑉ³ virgin sukuna drabble

HIGURUMA

ᑉ³ face sitting w/ hiromi

YUKI

ᑉ³ whipped roommate yuki gives u the strap

ᑉ³ yuki making you squirt

MULTI

ᑉ³ jjk mens reactions to you starting your period during sex

ᑉ³ crack smut

ᑉ³ fav cuddling positions

ᑉ³ are the jjk men into getting their nipples played with?

ᑉ³ jjk men & thicc women

ᑉ³ new year kisses

ᑉ³ passing out in the middle of sex

ᑉ³ my texts convos as jjk men

ᑉ³ using your safe word

ᑉ³ faking an orgasm

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬

ᑉ³ strong nanami

ᑉ³ nanami pulls your hair

ᑉ³ mean nanami

ᑉ³ sugurus hair

ᑉ³ kenjaku x jin itadori

ᑉ³ choking gojo

ᑉ³ PervRoommate!Geto scenarios

ᑉ³ satosugu angst (nsfw)

ᑉ³ todo fucking his idol (you)

ᑉ³ kirara & hakari x reader threesome

ᑉ³ horny uraume drabble

ᑉ³ fucking mtf kirara

twt: nanaslvtt

[cinghialefedele]

Easily, the Speakeasy | Drabble

In the land of the living does boar roam, happening across a particular building... Familiarity strikes him, and trance-like, his ghostly form wanders inside.

Time away, time alone, and he somehow found himself here...wherever here was.

Further inspection of surroundings brings upon conclusion; it's a small restaurant of some kind. Old. Loved. Empty, save for the woman behind the bar, dressed in black clothes and dark makeup that Tesla passively thinks would impress even Cirucci.

Gloved hands touch worn leather of chairs and aged wood as he wanders towards the barstools, his senses alight, like flames licking at his heels, pushing him forward.

It's quiet in here, midday... Surely the woman is preparing to open later, in time for the evening crowd, but then, the soft sound of glasses clinking and water running as she cleans has faded from his ears, replaced with the echoes of jovial laughter and live performers.

A sudden pain shoots through his head and he has to sit on one of the stools with a groan, one hand fisted, pressed against his eyepatch while his remaining eye winces shut, but he still sees, so clearly, the appearance of a different bar...no...not quite.

This was a speakeasy. One he knew.

His favorite to go to, aptly referred to by locals after hours as The Blind Pig, which happened to confuse many in the area, as the name itself was simply another general term for such illegal bars at the time.

He remembers, vaguely, in the form of nostalgic sensations and flashing images, the partying, the songs, the fights, but who...who was there that night...the night that Tesla-

"--Pal?"

She knocks on the bar, loud enough to pull him violently from his thoughts. He's panting, shaken to a cold sweat on the leather seat, brown eye blown wide, staring at the woman behind the bar.

She's extremely young, to Tesla at least. Most humans are. She's maybe 30-something at most. Dark skin and hair in tiny braids that draped her shoulders like a curtain. Her hazel eyes...

...staring right back at him...

She could see him??

"You look fucked up, man. You okay?"

He's silent. As the shock wears off, he shakes his head.

"You a ghost?"

She seems familiar with this situation. Silent still, he nods.

"So whaddoya want?", she says, expectantly.

Something clicks, and the words come out, foreign on his tongue, like speaking a language he's never heard.

"...Moonshine." He says, but blinks owlishly, he doesn't know what that is.

She tuts, accentuated with a roll of her eyes, "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦?"

Well, that means he won't be finding out what that word is. Less unknown words, they come out more naturally to him, more aware, "...Honey whiskey, p...please."

She stares oddly at him the entire time, but finally grabs a full bottle, placing it on the bar, in front of him. He feels some itch of irritation at the fact that she doesn't pour him a glass.

"Take it and go, pass on, or whatever. I open in a couple hours and I can't have you scaring away customers."

Tesla grabs the bottle and blinks vacantly at her, before he finally speaks,

"Um... Thank y--"

"No problem. Now get outta here. Come by earlier and maybe we can chew the fat if you haven't gone on to the next world or whatever. As if this place wasn't haunted enough as it is..." And with that, she turns her back on him and goes back to work.

A huff, and he stands. Legs still a bit shakey, he walks out the door he entered through, bottle craddled in his arm, wandering down the streets for a while in silent confusion, before finally tearing open a Garganta and travelling home.

[lady-djarin]

lace and pretty things

joel miller x f!reader (drabble)

warnings/tags: sorry not edited at all, fingering, smut, squirting, joel likes you in nice things, major praise kink, legal age gap, no/pre-outbreak, it’s just porn so 18+ mdni!!

word count: 441

a/n: inspired by this post on twt (18+) the hand and the watch give very much joel miller. i saw it and went a little feral.

* ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

his hands covered the expanse of your thighs. his fingertips teased the edge of the lace body suit that wrapped around your hips. you bought this knowing joel would like it. he likes to see you all wrapped up like a pretty present in bows and lace. he mentioned it once when he saw you in a lace bra.

‘oh baby… you look so pretty in that. do you have more stuff like that?’

so the next time you were at the mall, you ducked into the lingerie store and finding a white and pink lace body suit. you knew instantly he would love it. and clearly you were right as he now looked like he wanted to eat you alive. you put it on when he called and said he was on his way home from work. you donned the bodysuit and sprayed extra perfume (the one he loves) in your hair and waited for him in the bedroom.

‘darlin’? where are you?’

he found you there, splayed out in the bed, your shared bed. his eyes instantly dark at the sight before him and he was quick to act. joel was a very… passionate man, even despite his age. he practically pounced on you, taking his shoes and jacket off as he went. he couldn’t even wait to get either of you fully undressed before he pulled the center of the body suit aside and stuffed your wet heat full of his thick fingers.

ever since you admitted to joel a while ago you’ve never been able to squirt, he made it his life’s mission to make it happen. the way he was handling you tonight made you think he might succeed.

his thick fingers kept alternating between being curled into your cunt and running agonizing circles around your clit. he worked you to the edge.

you felt the familiar build of your orgasm low in your abdomen and spread throughout your limbs. he worked you to the edge and pushed you over as his other hand pressed on your womb, making his fingers hit the spot inside you that makes stars break out behind your eyes. before you can even register its happening, you feel sudden liquid warmth on your thighs and joel’s low groans in response.

“oh fuck—good girl. you did it. look at you…”

he never relented in his assault as your release poured out of you, painting you and joel in your pleasure. he kept touching and rubbing you as you came down all while praising your efforts.

“you did so good darlin’. i love this… you look so pretty. such a pretty thing…”

time to buy more lingerie.

[tigermark]

since y'all ate up the hyuckie drabble...

THESE PINTEREST TWT SCREENSHOTS R GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME.

your heart's pounding at what feels like 500 miles per hour but you're still feeling everything. especially the feeling of mark's lips moving against yours oh so delectably.

his hand moves down to your waist as he pulls way from you. your face immediately falls into a pout, making him feel bad.

"hold on baby..." he says. that's when you realize his face is red and he can barely even look at you.

you tilt your head to the side which finally makes him start giggling uncontrollably; the giggles he gets when he's fully intoxicated in you.

"i love you so much," he says once he's finally able to calm down. before you can even respond his lips are on yours, the feeling making your head rush.

this time, the kiss feels different. it makes you feel all giddy inside.

[phiixomath]

🎉🦄

Keith clutched the present bag to his chest. He wiped a sweaty palm on his lap and shifted — unfortunately unable to get very comfortable in the car when it was full of five other people — as a knot twisted in his stomach. The bright blue gift wrap was quite distracting, though, and he glanced down at it, worrying at his bottom lip and smoothing down his suit jacket. 

Lance had insisted his ten-year-old niece would love anything since she frequently jumped from interest to interest, but Keith really wanted to get her something special. Something she’d cherish. He wracked his brain for days then, miraculously, managed to overhear from Lance's mother that she had recently gotten into art and was saving up to buy paintbrushes. 

Now, this Keith knew. 

He’d been painting for years, had gone through the painstaking, bank-breaking process of graduating from whatever he could scrounge to, eventually, professional-grade materials. Lance’s niece was young so he didn’t want to overwhelm her, but he went ahead and purchased a nice assortment of painting tools and wrote a small guide on his best tips to getting started to go with it.

He’d felt confident, but as they neared Lance’s house he couldn’t help the nagging doubt that he’d bought something left something out or it just wasn’t what she would want any more. 

He took a deep breath and settled back against the seat as much as he could. Hunk sat next to him and smiled reassuringly, bringing his arm around the headrest so Keith could lean back fully. Keith returned the smile and took another grounding breath. 

Just then — the clip-clop of hooves against the asphalt. 

What?

Everyone in the car sat up, leaned, or manoeuvred in some way to look out the window, see Lance absolutely speed past them on a pristine white horse clad in a long cape and unicorn horn. 

“Huh — Lance?” Hunk called, the first to gain the ability to speak while Keith was sure his jaw was grazing his lap. Shiro slowed the car and Hunk called out again. “Lance!” 

Through the rear view mirror, Keith saw Lance's form come to a stop. He was more quite far, but Keith could make out the horse’s hind legs raise before lowering and swiftly turning to make their way over to the car. The clip-clopping grew closer until Lance was just a few feet away and dismounted. He walking up to their car with an easy smile. 

“Hey, guys!” Lance stuck his head through Keith's window and Keith immediately flattened against his seat, heart beating embarrassingly fast. “Hey, Keith.” 

“Hey.”

“Looking good, man.” What. Oh, right, he was wearing a suit. (Lance’s niece wanted to host a themed party and went for fairy tales, which made the unicorn horn make sense. Albeit interesting and creative, the theme left him stumped but he ultimately settled on a typical suit and hoped it would pass as a prince or something).

“Thanks,” Keith replied, feeling his face heat. Lance grinned. 

“What are you doing out here?” Pidge asked, but not before casting Keith a knowing look. Keith ignored it in favour of hearing Lance explain. 

“There was a mix-up with the bakery, so I’m just gonna go pick something else up real quick.”

“With…”

Lance tilted his head in confusion then brightened. “Oh! This is Macy!” He tugged gently on the horse’s reins until her face appeared alongside his outside the window. She whinnied, shaking her mane, and Keith startled when the rough hairs struck his nose. Lance laughed, sudden and loud, and carded a hand through her mane as he sent Keith a sympathetic grimace. 

“Sorry." Keith gave him a look but the edge of his mouth still quirked up. "Really, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Keith said, unable to hold back a smile when he reached out to stroke Macy’s muzzle. She leaned into him and Lance softened. 

“Aw, she’s happy to see you," He cooed. 

Keith feigned a scowl at the change in his voice and Lance feigned a pout. He broke character and chuckled, when his eye caught on the bag in Keith’s hands. 

“Is that —"

“— Uh.”

“Oh my God, Keith! That’s — that’s amazing! Holy shit." He gasped, eyes searching what contents of the bag he could. "This is exactly the type of stuff she’s looking for!” 

Keith breathed a sigh, half at the lost surprise and half in relief. “I’m glad. I really hope she’ll like it.”

“She’ll love it, are you joking?” Lance pulled on Macy’s reins again as he backed up from the car. “When we open presents before cake, you’ll see. She’s gonna love you.” He punctuated each word and held Keith's eye before turning to smile at everyone. “I’ll see you guys at the party!” Everyone voiced a similar sentiment and he smiled.

Keith turned his face as far as he could out the window, half to see Lance easily pull himself up on Macy and half to hide his smile from the others. 

[ugh-yoongi]

hii! thanks for answering my ask about your favorite namjoon fics 🥰 could you recommend your favorite yoongi fics if you haven't done it yet? thank you soo much! 💗

you got it 🫡

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

i know there are a bunch i’ve forgotten, so please reblog and share your own work and your faves!

also, please note: there are a lot of fics on these lists that are posted to ao3. it has recently come out that a volunteer was removed from their position for being pro-palestine (you can find the twt thread here). i am in the process of looking for a better alternative, but until then, it is unfortunately probably the best way to share these stories. while i personally won’t be posting to or reading on ao3 for the time being, how you choose to engage going forward is completely up to you! i just wanted to make sure i was being transparent.

yoongi x reader

love language by @gukslut

please be naked and first and last and always by @floralseokjin

the dinner party by @anotherbtswriter

straight shooter by @snackhobi

winter: you're the one that bloomed me by @hot-soop

moonlit throne by @hobidreams

miss dial by @versigny

a love that endures by @cinnaminsvga

want a taste? by @suga-kookiemonster

cyberslut by @kimnjss

tip of the iceberg by @fortunexkookie

greedy by @xjoonchildx

boseong breakfast by @honeymoonjin

vogue by @gukyi

tell me what you want by @wwilloww

wine & budapest by @junghelioseok

the second time & stop thinking about me by @yoongiphoria

drip by @here2bbtstrash

cybersex by @gimmethatagustd

vows (and all the associated drabbles) by @hamsterclaw

darksided by @eoieopda

the pink pill by @dollfaceksj

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our beginnings never know our ends (yoonmin)

since feeling is first (yoonmin)

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map of the sounds (taegi)

the romance of old clothes (taegi)

inside and out (taegi)

siren of the interstate (taegi)

espresso marmalade (taegi)

after all, all this time (taegi)

what happens in uni series (taegi)

return to baseline (taegi)

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nothing lasts forever (taegi)

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