Fwhimmy Empires s1
Yes, them again.
Fwhip was always in love with Jimmy; it was love at first sight. However, Grimlands were rough—rough people who expected you to be perfect. Fwhip wouldn't have been perfect if in love with no other than a cod folk. Prince or not, it didn't matter. Grimland and the codfolk did not have a great relationship; it was filled with countless wars, and the same thing was expected from Fwhip.
So he hid it, his love for the other, by bullying and teasing, stealing, to get some sort of attention and reaction from the other, to be a little bit closer than he normally would be. Even if it came at a cost of their relationship.
It wouldn't be a good relationship either way—he would tell himself—they were expected to hate each other in the first place. But the thought of the first day the codfather, being newly crowned as the emperor, walked up to him, his hand outstretched towards him, and a smile on his face—he did not wear a mask yet back then; Fwhip sometimes wished he never did wear a mask so he could stare into the Cod's war chocolate eyes forever—the smile was quickly wiped away, as the young ruler was met with humiliating words from the count, and laughter. Fwhip could never forget how fast Jimmy's face turned into stone that day.
Time passed, and Fwhip saw how his ex-ally, Scott Smajor himself, started to develop feelings for the cod himself. "It's fine," Fwhip would tell himself. "That is more than fine," he tried to convince himself. "It's not like Scott would go anywhere further with that than a little crush," he assured. "Elves and Codfolk don't mix," it was stated like a fact.
But he was soon proven wrong when Scott... Scott Smajor, THE emperor of Rivandell, started killing the Codfather. On and on and on again, death messages of Jimmy kept popping out now and then throughout the day. Each death more clever, more complex than the other. It felt like Fwhip's world had shattered. Scott was using elven courting rituals, continuously asking Jimmy to marry him, which the Cod didn't understand.
Maybe Scott would be the catalyst for Fwhip to finally get his feelings in check, to finally try to court Jimmy himself. Like a little game between courting rituals. Heheh.
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“ WHAT GETS THEM HARD! ”
jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.
ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc
ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.
ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol
SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”
SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.
TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”
CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”
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