I bet choso is so weird when he’s into u like u go out with friends and he just stares at u and it’s like that for weeks like he just doesn’t say anything to u first ever but he’s just. Always there he doesn’t really know what to do about it but he knows in his brain ur already his and like sometimes he’s next to u in the bar like on guard looking over your shoulder and u don’t even realize it until u turn around and more often than not he scares the shit out of you but eventually u get kind of used to him always being there and you’re not sure what changed or if anything ever did but now your leaning into him and letting him hold his arm across your chest protectively and sometimes he gets this scary look on his face when people look at you but honestly you don’t even mind it
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thinking about eddie eating your pussy out, has you flat on the bed, his calloused hands spreading your cunt open. his tongue dips inside your hole, listening to your low groans and breathy whimpers, taking note of how you stiffen when he takes your cock into his mouth, suckling on the engorged thing, how you tremble.
it's a type of pleasure you can't explain. the feeling of his beard and his mouth on your cock, fuck, you can't help but roll over yours onto his face... and eddie gets an idea. he taps your hip and, though flustered with a pretty blush across his face, asks you to sit on his face.
through some shuffling you end on eddie's face, grinding on it. you're careful not to lay your complete weight on him, even if he insists, begs, for you to do so. you silence him with the taste of your pussy, drooling into his mouth, tcock bumping against his nose as he all but eats you out.
it goes like that for a while, with eddie pliant underneath you, letting you grind against his face to your liking... until you give a sharp startled and aroused moan when the texture of his face and mouth change.
you gasp out venom's name when his tongue unfurls inside your cunt, easily prodding at your sweet spot; has you doubling over you. the symbiote's transformation was too quick for you to stop, but with how good his mouth feels, why would you ever think of stopping him?
venom growls out something unintelligible, claws grabbing onto your waist and easily forcing your weight onto him—which is featherweight for him. he grinds you onto his tongue, one of his fingers moving onto your cock and rubbing it, just like how he's seen eddie do to you several times. while he never understood the way humans mate, he finds he quite likes the sounds that slip from your mouth; but not as much as he likes the taste of your pussy.
your orgasm comes quicker than expected, and you're helpless to do anything but throw your head back and groan out some guttural variation of venom's name, clenching around his tongue. venom enjoys the treat you offer, eagerly licking up the excess slick that builds up, before taking out his tongue and flicking it over your sensitive cock that has you jerking your hips.
you're panting, supported only by venom's hands that keep you propped up. the symbiote licks his maw, chasing the aftertaste of your pussy, and in typical venom fashion, growls out in a pleased tone, "mm, boy pussy."
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It is funny to me how much arguing there was between people trying to speculate on Ryoko Kui’s sexuality and people saying it’s literally none of our business. Then she uploads art where she draws a bunch of elves from video games and refers to multiple of the of the elven women as “her wife” or “fell in love at first sight”. And yet in a twitter thread about it I still saw people saying that referring to women as your wife could be straight woman behavior actually (???)
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This is a PSA to any of my fellow chubby sweethearts out there:
Simon fucking loves every inch of your curves, is so obsessed with your body he hardly knows what to do with himself. He knows you're nothing short of a ethereal, and would happily spend the rest of his life worshipping you, and fuck, if he isn't going to give it his best fucking shot.
He loves the way his clothes envelop you, the hem of his shirt hitting your mid thigh, coaxing his hands to grab the plush of your legs between his fingers, warm and so, so soft. He loves the feeling of you sat on his lap, although it had taken you some coaxing at first, unsure and wary eyes avoiding his gaze as you mumble something about "hurting him", and Simon can't recall the last time he heard something so ridiculous, so he lifts you up, and deposits you straight onto his lap, a bemused smile forming at your adorably shocked expression. It's become both of your favourite forms of skinship ever since.
And he fucking adores your stomach. He doesn't give a single fuck about your opinions on it, he loves it because it's attached to you, because it's a part of a silhouette that has him on his knees and begging just for a second of your attention. He goes near feral at the sight of tummy spilling over the waistband of your panties, and you damn right near kill him every time you turn around and he's met with the sight of your ass peeking out from under alluring lace.
But more than anything else, Simon loves how he can make you feel safe with just his size alone. Over the past year, that arbitrary concern about crushing him or being too shy to wear crop tops has all but vanished, you know that he was made just for you, that he will always love you, absolutely unconditionally. And Simon will always be there to catch you when those pesky insecurities catch up to you once again, with tender kisses to your tummy, worship whispered into your skin so delicately, as though he hopes the words will seep through your pores.
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