#And where I struggle to get people's attention

[lovedbath]

CRIMSON FILM

TW: NONCON, actually disgusting stuff, murder, CRUEL Sukuna, kinda yandere, Sukuna is a BAD person, you got tricked

WC: 3k

Sukuna x Reader

Experiencing financial struggles is undoubtedly one of the most challenging situations a person can face. The desperation to earn money, to provide for oneself, and to secure a comfortable shelter becomes overwhelming, you know it well.

In your case, you had a phone so ancient that it even had a built-in radio feature, which could only be accessed through wired earphones.

You tirelessly attempted every job imaginable, from waitressing to dog sitting, and even caretaking. However, it seemed that no one was willing to give a chance to a homeless girl like yourself.

Then, just when you thought all hope was lost, you stumbled upon an advertisement for a homemade movie. It felt like a glimmer of opportunity, perhaps your last chance to turn things around.

You were youthful and attractive, or at least you believed so, and in need of cash. Rejection didn't scare you.

Here you were, seated in front of a garage, puffing on a cigarette with only 5 dollars in your pocket. Your hair was concealed beneath a hat, hands buried in an old, tattered hoodie, the tremble of your hands hidden from view. Winter was in full swing, the biting cold causing your body to shiver.

This location matched the address in the advertisement. It seemed sketchy as hell, and you were convinced it was some sort of human trafficking scheme, but you dismissed those suspicions. Those things were uncommon, right? Besides, you needed the money.

As the clock struck 4 am, the streets were deserted except for a few cars passing by at a snail's pace. The dimly lit garage flickered with its lights, while the sound of melting snow echoed through the air. You had expected to see some familiar faces, but to your surprise, it was just you standing there alone.

In that moment, a thought crossed your mind- Wasn't porn something everyone did nowadays? Or did people just stick to OnlyFans now?

Shaking off the thought, you chuckled to yourself, realizing that those in the industry didn't make 20k from a single scene.

Just as you were about to light another cigarette, the garage door creaked open, breaking the silence.

Some old man and a big, devilishly handsome guy started walking towards you.

The guy was one of the most attractive people you've ever seen in your life. With plump lips for a guy, and a beautiful face, accompanied with a killer body, near the old man, he was like a gift from God.

The man smiled and said, "You're here for the movie, right?"

You got up and looked at them both, "Yeah, I am here for the movie." You looked around. "Why in the hell am I the only one here?"

The elderly gentleman grinned, "After their test shoots, they refused to continue. You see, we do some rough scenes which were specified in the ad." He glanced at the muscular man. "It's unfortunate that some people don't bother to read the entire thing."

But you, on the other hand, read every word. You couldn't deny that it frightened you. However, the idea of getting paid 20k to be roughed up sounded absolutely perfect, and it still does, even in this sketchy place.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's just go inside, I'm freezing my ass off."

You began walking towards the door, relieved to finally be indoors. The dim, flickering lights were already providing some warmth.

As the door closed, the static sounds filled the air. The garage was massive, with numerous leather couches reflecting the glow of the many lights.

Just your typical casting couch with its typical cheap lights.

"So, what do I do?" You looked at the guy, "He’s going to fuck me or what?"

As you gazed at the man sitting on the chair, clad in a blue hoodie, you couldn't help but notice his carefree demeanor. One hand held a cigarette, while the other lazily lit it, his eyes fixed on you.

"Yes, he will. His name is Sukuna, you'll be doing a scene where he dominates you."

Nodding, you turned your attention to the bald old man. "Sure, but you haven't asked for my name, and I don't know yours."

Adjusting the camera in front of the large black couch, he replied, "Darling, a name holds no significance if you choose not to continue. Do you understand?" Once the camera was set, he began adjusting the spotlights.

Sukuna chuckled, his deep voice resonating in the room. 

"That's true. But, I still want her to tell me. I’m gonna be fucking her after all."

You nervously smiled at him, he was looking right in your eye with a smirk.

"It's _, I hope we both enjoy the um, scene."

"Oh, I will enjoy it. As for you, well, we'll see," he said, taking a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Do you like dick, baby? Or you're just a dumb girl who's that desperate for money that you’ll fuck any guy?"

He stood up and walked towards you, tilting his head and saying "Hmm?"

"Uh, yes I do.”

He let out a low chuckle and placed the cigarette gently between your lips.

"Relax, you look like you're about to drop dead. No one's gonna harm you," he reassured you.

You took a drag from the cigarette and locked eyes with him. His smile seemed sinister, and you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Come on, we don't have all day," the old man urged impatiently.

As you made your way towards the couch, undressing along the way, you glanced at the old man.

"Shouldn't you be getting our consent on record or something?" you questioned, to which Sukuna let out a quiet laugh. He was already completely naked.

You could not look away, not because he was handsome, which he was, he had scars all over his arms, and torso. His dick was huge just like his body. 

"No, just strip. C'mon."

You took your clothes off slowly. unaffected by the chill in the air. The flickering lights emitted crackling sounds, causing beads of perspiration to form on your forehead you felt like you were on ecstasy.

"Rolling now, don't worry, Sukuna will lead the scene."

As he drew closer, his hands began to explore your exposed skin. You felt vulnerable, weakened by hunger and substance abuse.

His gaze locked with yours, a faint smile playing on his lips. His captivating eyes sparkled in the glow of the surrounding lights.

Without warning, he pressed his lips against yours with force. His teeth grazed your lips and even your tongue, causing you to bleed. The sounds he emitted indicated his pleasure in the taste of your blood.

He yanked your head back, his fingers gripping your hair tightly, and he struck you across the face.

Shocked, you looked at him.

"Aww, don't be scared baby. Here, I'll comfort you."

Forcing you onto your knees, he continued to tug at your hair while gently caressing your cheek.

Abruptly, he yanked your hair forcefully, making you meet his gaze as he began to slap you relentlessly.

You whimpered and cried out in pain, still locking eyes with him, silently begging for mercy.

Spitting on you, he delivered a swift kick to your stomach, causing you to collapse to the ground.

Your mind was in a whirl, crimson droplets cascading onto the pristine floor, causing it to glisten with your blood.

As you attempted to inch away from him, uncertainty filled your mind. In this "rough scene," you had no idea what to anticipate, but being unexpectedly kicked in the stomach was definitely not on your radar.

"Oh God, fucking stop. Shouldn't we have a safeword?"

You glanced at the elderly man, yet he continued to film without a care in the world.

Sukuna yanked your hair, forcing you to kneel before him. His hands trembled, his eyes dilated. All you could do was meet his gaze.

"Shut the fuck up." he commanded, beginning to stroke himself inches from your face.

You fought against his grip, crying out and pleading for him to cease. This bastard was reveling in your distress.

The harder you resisted, the nearer he brought you to his weeping dick.

"Do you want to suck my cock, baby?" He shook your tear soaked face. "Huh, do you?"

He withdrew his hand from his cock and pushed them into your mouth. You could savor his taste along with the metallic tang of your own blood, trickling from your lips.

He was facefucking you with his fingers, touching your throat with them, making you taste every filthy thing on his hand.

His long nails were scraping your throat, the rough handling eventually made you throw up.

He started slapping you again, harder this time. It was just too much.

You tried to speak through his fingers. "Fuck, please. I'll do whatever you say."

He took his hands out of your mouth, letting you breathe. He was looking at the mess on the floor and his hands, which was blood, puke and spit.

"Yeah you fucking will. You beautiful, beautiful girl." He caressed your hair. "Just be a good bitch."

The moment his words escaped his lips, he forcefully pressed your face against his thighs, catching you off guard and causing you to involuntarily deepthroat him.

In order to avoid provoking him further, you attempted to suppress your discomfort by gagging a few times, hoping that he would cum soon and bring this to an end.

His growls filled the air as he tightened his grip around your face, his intense gaze locked onto your eyes, intensifying the unsettling nature of the situation.

Seated comfortably on the couch, he guided you to sit between his legs, as you continued to suck his dick like your life depended on it.

He was too aggressive, moving too quickly. Your head throbbed from the force and his rough handling of your hair.

"Fuck, my little whore. You're so desperate it turns me on so much."

As he continued to tug at your hair, he manipulated your head as if it were a puppet on a string. The room was filled with the symphony of your moans blending with the crackling static emitted by the flickering lights.

You could sense his movements and the sound of him rummaging through something nearby, but you couldn't quite make out what he was taking until the distinct sound of a cigarette being lit reached your ears.

You shifted your gaze to catch a glimpse of him, it was your purse, your cigarette.

A mischievous smile danced across his face as he brought the lit cigarette to his lips.

One after another, he smoked your cigarettes, extinguishing each cigarette on various parts of your body. Your arms, your shoulders, your hands all became the unfortunate recipients of his fiery ashes.

He was moaning loudly, his dick throbbing over your tongue, suddenly he came down your throat, filling your mouth in the process.

He locked eyes with you, commanding, "Swallow." With a final puff of his cigarette, he exhaled satisfaction.

You swallowed and heard him laugh. "Good fucking girl, how'd it taste?"

You were desperate to grab your money and escape this place, but you couldn't control your anger.

"Fuck you, you fucking bastard." You angrily spat at him, and his laughter filled the air.

In an instant, his hand gripped your face, prying your mouth open. You vigorously shook your head, knowing all too well what was about to happen.

"Uh no, baby. C'mon, tongue out. Smile at me and put your tongue out."

As you attempted to rise to your feet, he swiftly struck you, the cigarette firmly held between his lips.

Meeting his gaze, you refused to comply, prompting another forceful slap across your face.

Blood trickled down, exhaustion weighed heavily upon you, and all you yearned for was an end to this torment.

Sticking out your tongue, your face flushed and tears streaming down your cheeks, you hoped to appease him.

He shook his head and commanded, "Smile."

With a forced smile, he relished in building anticipation, gradually inching the cigarette closer to your quivering tongue.

Now sobbing uncontrollably, you pleaded with him, desperate for mercy.

"Aw, no my love. Don't cry. Here, I'll give you a gift." he said, and spat on your tongue.

In an instant, he extinguished the cigarette on your tongue, exactly where he had spat. Your screams filled the room, but he quickly removed the cigarette and planted a kiss on your lips.

"You did so good, baby." he whispered as he directed your gaze towards the camera. The old man behind it zoomed in on your face.

"Smile." he instructed.

And so you did.

After the shoot ended, Sukuna rose to his feet and left you sprawled on the floor. The mixture of emotions overwhelmed you, leaving you feeling both empty and relieved that it was finally over.

Your body throbbed with pain, particularly your tongue, which felt as though it had been set ablaze. It was a momentary sensation, but it left a lasting impact.

Slowly, you managed to get up and approached the elderly man who was nonchalantly switching off some lights without even acknowledging your presence.

"Give me my damn money so I can get out of here, you bastard," you managed to utter, barely recognizing your own voice as it pained you to speak.

He glanced at you and replied, "No, sweetheart. The shoot isn't finished yet."

Your trembling intensified as he continued with whatever he was doing.

"Yes, it damn well is! Give me the money now. I'll call the police if I have to."

"I think you need to relax. Go to that room over there, Sukuna will give you something to calm down," he suggested.

Frantically, you searched for your purse, a telephone, any means of escape, but he caught on to your desperation.

"Don't even think about it. Your phone, purse, clothes, everything is gone, and all the doors are locked," you noticed Sukuna standing in a nearby hallway, observing you.

"Just complete the shoot, and you'll leave with your money," the old man stated, turning his attention to Sukuna.

"Sukuna, give this woman something to calm her down. She's getting on my nerves."

Sukuna simply replied, "Sure," and began approaching you with a purse in hand.

He withdrew a syringe and began preparing the drug methodically. You were unable to move or speak, only able to watch him in silence.

He tapped on the nearby couch and instructed you to sit down. Following his command, you complied.

With warm eyes and a smile on his face, he looked at you.

"I don't want it," you pleaded. "Please, just don't."

He glanced at the old man, then back at you. "Do whatever you want, Sukuna, but if she starts freaking out, I won't be there to help you."

Sukuna pretended to ponder for a moment, then turned his gaze towards you.

"What should I do, my beautiful girl? I want you to be calm and submissive."

You shook your head, knowing that those drugs would render you.

"Beg me not to drug you. If I like it, I'll consider it."

"You asshole, what more do you want from me?" you said, you knew it would get him mad but seeing his smiling face made you sick.

"OK, suit yourself, baby. It seems like you need this."

He swiftly caught your wrist before you could escape, plunging the needle into your skin. Your cry of pain prompted him to gently instruct you to stay calm.

"Take it easy, I don't want you to injure yourself."

The injection was administered rapidly, overwhelming you. As you gazed into his eyes, everything faded to black.

As you slowly regained consciousness, the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the room. Disoriented, you realized you were on the floor, your arms painfully bound behind your back. Three individuals were now present, including the old man and Sukuna. Another man, with blonde hair and a strong physique, stood among them.

You groaned and managed to sit up, feeling the ache in your arm from the rough injection. The old man was busy arranging a mattress on the floor, while Sukuna engaged in conversation with the other man.

"She's awake," the man announced. "Come on, I can't wait to have my way with her."

As his words sank in, fear gripped you, prompting you to crawl away. However, the man swiftly grabbed hold of you and dragged you towards the mattress.

Your gaze met Sukuna's, who was smoking and observing you intently. Though anger flickered in his eyes, a faint smirk remained on his face.

"Please, Sukuna," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "I-I don't want him." Sukuna extinguished his cigarette, his gaze never leaving you. "Don't make me go through this."

The man laughed mockingly. "Yeah, right," he sneered. "Like he'll listen to you."

Sukuna glared at the man, a clear disdain evident in his expression. Perhaps he despised him too, as his smirk vanished.

"Shut up. Your voice disgusts me," Sukuna spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

The man shrugged dismissively. "Whatever," he muttered, proceeding to undress.

Sukuna approached you, offering a helping hand to sit up. The bright lights overwhelmed your senses, and his proximity felt suffocating. Overwhelmed, you couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and began sobbing uncontrollably.

He caressed your hair softly as he whispered soothing words to you. 

"Are you ready to beg now, baby?" I'll help you, I'll do whatever you say." His eyes gleamed with desire.

"Just beg me."

And you did, you begged him. Like a fool, you begged him.

He continued to stroke your hair as you cried, then he tenderly kissed you, causing you to fall silent and gaze at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Alright, darling. He won't harm you. I'll guarantee that."

He grinned at you before walking away.

"Lay down so we can get started, I'm tired of waiting."

The guy looked at him and said "So she's going to be on top, huh? Where is the fun in that?" He looked around. 

"Lay the fuck down, before your dick gets soft."

He chuckled and advanced towards you, causing you to scramble to the edge of the mattress as he settled in.

As the elderly man uttered "Rolling," Sukuna positioned you on top of the man, while you fought to free yourself.

The gleam in his eyes transformed into one of desire.

Uncertain of your role in this unsettling scenario, fear gripped you even tighter.

Avoiding his gaze, you shut your eyes, perspiration beading on your forehead as you trembled, desperate to escape.

"Look at me," Sukuna's voice commanded. "Just look at me."

Reaching beneath the pillow, he flashed a grin at you. "Watch."

His disheveled hair and flushed face, glistening with sweat, gave him a primal, menacing appearance.

He brandished a knife, swift and merciless, plunging it into the man's throat before you could utter a single word.

Over and over, the gruesome scene played out...

His entire body became drenched in a sea of crimson, his hair and face stained with the deep red hue.

Despite the deep gash in the man's throat, his eyes remained wide open, staring into the void.

As you attempted to escape, Sukuna seized you by the hair, dragging you closer to his bloodied victim.

The poor soul choked on his own lifeblood, his eyes turning white as he convulsed and fought for air.

The knife remained embedded in the wound, and as you met eye level with the gruesome sight, Sukuna removed the blade, forcefully pressing your face into the gaping wound.

Your screams echoed through the air, the taste of blood filling your mouth, the metallic scent overwhelming your senses.

Trapped with your arms bound and his hands entangled in your hair, escape seemed impossible.

Amidst Sukuna’s laughter, you began to choke on his blood, your own life hanging by a thread.

He pulled you back when you went limp, his lips descending upon yours in a twisted display of affection.

"You are so beautiful. fuck. No one can harm you now, can they?" he taunted, awaiting your response.

Silence greeted his words, prompting him to resume his savage assault on the guy’s throat, his hair pulled taut in his grip.

After a while, his head was severed from his body, a macabre end to his reign of terror.

He carelessly discarded his head like a lifeless doll, fixing his gaze upon you, like you were his next victim.

"Huh? He can't now, right? Fucking thank me."

As you opened your mouth to speak, the scene that unfolded before you was beyond horrifying. It was a sight that shook you to your core, causing you to recoil and become sick to your stomach.

In that moment of despair, he gently pushed the body away from the mattress and embraced you tightly. "Oh my baby, calm down. I'm here for you," he reassured you, his voice filled with fake concern.

To your surprise, he began to lick your entire body, as if trying to cleanse away the blood and filth that surrounded you. The sensation was overwhelming, and when he proceeded to eat you out, you couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Shh. I'll make everything better," he whispered soothingly, determined to bring you a sense of comfort amidst the chaos.

As you glanced down at his hair, now matted with dried blood, you desperately tried to ignore the stench of death that lingered in the air. He continued to pleasure you until it became almost unbearable, pushing you to the brink of unconsciousness.

You weren't even sure if you had reached climax when he finally stopped, but the twisted satisfaction on his face was undeniable. "You did incredibly well, my baby," he praised, forcing you to look into the camera.

Amidst the haunting silence, you heard the sound of the camera zooming in, and his voice echoed through the room. "Now, give me a smile."

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[miloonepiece]

could you do a luffy x reader where him and, his non devil fruit eater s/o, get thrown overboard and wash ashore on some type of dessert and his s/o is sick with heatstroke. :3 some type of fluff angst

|| I am so sorry for how long this took me to respond to this request, I got hit with a huge wave of homework from my classes and then got hit with serious writer's block!! but I eventually got it and so here it is!! I hope you enjoy it, this was pretty fun to write :3

WARNINGS: NONE! SFW! Luffy x Gn!Reader, Some angst, Near-death experience???

You weren’t sure how long you had fallen overboard, keeping a knocked-out Luffy close to you as the both of you drifted out at sea on the plank from the enemy pirate ship. You lay on your back, your eyes closed as you found yourself nodding in and out of consciousness. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and your skin felt all dry as if you had scrubbed it with sandpaper or mini blades. Finally, you heard the sound of your crew and felt gentle hands grabbing ahold of you, you knew it was Sanji how he handled you with such gentleness.

You weren’t sure what was happening once you heard the crew panicking over Luffy but most importantly the way that Chopper and Sanji seemed to have all their attention on you, you weren’t upset over the others giving their attention to Luffy - he was your captain without him there was no crew - and you really couldn’t even stay awake long enough to be upset over such silly things. Sanji would take you along with Chopper to tend to your serious injurious, feeling cold touch your skin and causing you to flinch up attempting to pull away.

Sanji would hold you down carefully so Chopper could put medicine to the skin that had been the most burnt, your ears were ringing and you had no idea what the two boys had even been talking about except for the fact that you were a bit worried if Luffy was okay yourself. It was funny that in such a serious moment for yourself you couldn’t think of anyone else but your captain, I mean who could blame you? He did so much for so many people and he had a dream that he still needed to fulfill you didn’t want to be the reason he wouldn’t be able to achieve that.

Eventually after struggling to stay awake, your body grew to weak and you gave into sleep.

-+-

You woke up to be wrapped up in bandages, cold covering your whole body and your vision was blurry struggling to comprehend what was surrounding you. Once your eyes had finally adjusted you saw your captain, he seemed bored as he held a bit paper fan that he moved lazily to cool your body off. He was to busy using his other hand to pick at his own nose to have noticed that you had finally opened your eyes after a whole day of sleeping.

“Luff…?” You spoke up and the boy with raven hair snapped to look at you, “[Name]!” He called out with a big grin and flicking whatever came from his nose off to the side as he scooted closer to you. He was being careful, he had been scolded by Nami and Sanji multiple times for attempting to shake you awake only causing you to groan out in pain in your sleep. You looked at him for a moment before attempting to shift your position only to hiss out in pain.

Luffy looked at you before remembering what he was sitting here doing that had caused him to get so bored, that he continued to fan your body as he watched you. “Chopper said you shouldn’t move too much.” He told you, the only important part of the conversation that he had with the little reindeer. He stared at you and you stared back with a worried expression, though straining your face began to sting and pull at the sunburn that had grown on your face.

You watched him for a moment before letting out an upset huff, “’m sorry luff.” you mentioned to tell him, your lips tugging to smile but only causing you more discomfort and pain. He tilted his head and furrowed his brows, “For what?” He questioned you and you just blinked at him, giving your face a moment to relax before responding. “Not protecting you…” You mumbled, attempting to use as little of your facial muscles as possible.

Luffy blinked slowly at you before breaking out into a cackle, “Oh [Name]! Yeah, you totally sucked at protecting me.” He says bluntly causing you to huff out at him upset but he shakes his head, “But thanks to you I’m not at the bottom of the ocean!” He hums out smiling at you, “I should be the one saying sorry for not protecting you from the stupid sun!” He retorts.

You looked at him and shook your head ever so slightly before letting out a small giggle, “You were passed out.” You tell him, “I don’t blame you.” You tell him and watch as his facial expression… softened. He scooted closer causing the chair to scrap against the ground with a loud and obnoxious sound; then he planted a small kiss against your forehead.

This action caused you to stop breathing for a moment and stare at your captain who rarely ever showed any kind of, romantic affection to anyone. He smiled at you with his toothy grin before gently patting your head and then continuing to fan you with the paper fan, you watched him and cursed mentally at the fact you were restricted by these damn bandages.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you please write about being jey and jimmy adoptive little sister (so we can feel more included about not looking like them honestly) , reader is like 18/19 and being completely heartbroken about the fact that all reader wanted was for her family to be together and now both jimmy and jey want attentions from her but she won’t chose and this thing is breaking her, and like she’s friend with rhea or the judgment day so she comfort her (sorry for my english i’m from poland!)

Thank you so much if you take my request

the usos x sister!reader

‼️fighting, reader having a panic attack and breaking down

broken pieces

you always had a special bond with jey and jimmy. you were their little sister and they felt overprotective about you. they didn’t want anything or anyone to cause you harm.

but what if they were the ones hurting you?

they both saw it on your face almost a year ago, when you were watching front row jey against roman at summerslam.

the betrayal on your face when jimmy sides with roman, hurting jey and hurting you. they both looked at you and realised something in you just broke.

jey was hurt and confused like you were. jimmy felt tears in his eyes when he met your heartbroken look. you were his baby sister after all, the one he promised to protect with his own life.

and now you couldn’t even stand to be in his presence.

but no matter what you tried to do, they now hated each others and that made you even more furious and sad. those big men were your big brothers, your bodyguards, the people you loved the most and now all you had was a broken family.

almost a year later and things didn’t got any better, in fact, their constant beefing backstage was tiring anyone.

“i can’t believe this” jimmy kept screaming as he wanted to punch jey right in the face.

you didn’t even know where this argument started from but, like every single time you found yourself stuck in the middle of it.

“if only you weren’t so self centred…” jey screamed back at jimmy.

“me? me? are you fucking serious? me? self centred? aren’t you the one going around and wanting to be called main event?” jimmy laughed “so i am the self centred one uh?”

“you going crazy man!” jey spat back “are you planning to ruin every single moment of my career like you’re doing every week on live tv man?”

“stop it stop it stop it!” you screamed at them. you were witnessing this stupid fight and knowing you couldn’t do anything to get to stop was hurting you. so, as you predicted, they kept screaming at each others.

“i ain’t ruining no one’s moment man, it’s just you who can’t accept some people are way better that you anyway” jimmy responded back, making jey laugh.

“so you’re better that me? that’s funny man, so why, if you’re that better than me, why, aren’t you getting booked? uh? cat got your tongue man?” jey sarcastically laughed making jimmy angrier.

you couldn’t stay there any longer.

“fucking stop it!” you screamed once again, tears falling from your eyes “stop fighting like goddamn children! i-i can’t do this anymore, i really can’t” you looked at both at them “all you do is fighting and fighting and i can’t do this anymore…i just want my family back”

jey, sensing your anxiety, tried to take a few steps close to you but you stepped back, not wanting to be close to anyone.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” jimmy apologised, hating to see you cry and hating himself even more, knowing he’s the reason you are crying.

“i don’t care if you are sorry! you always say you guys are sorry and then fight again and again and again and i can’t deal with this shit anymore! i just want my brothers back…i-i…” you were having trouble breathing “i just want this to be over”

“y/n, love, why don’t you sit down a little?” jey suggested when he saw you were struggling to breathe. he knew your anxiety and he knew you struggled with panic attacks and he was hating himself for being the reason you were struggling right now.

“no! no i don’t wanna sit here and hear you fight again! i-i…i don’t wanna…” your head was dizzy and the look jimmy gave jey made them understand each other without sharing a word.

“sit here love…” jey slowly walked you towards the little black leather couch inside his changing room “breath with me y/n…” you did as jey told you to do and you felt all the energy leaving your body.

“you feeling better?” jimmy asked, sitting next to you while jey was knelt in front of your sat position.

“why do you have to keep fighting?” you asked them, your voice breaking a little, now your tears falling down your face again “and don’t say you’re sorry” you warned jimmy.

“we will try to stop okay?” jey smiled at you. deep down he knew he couldn’t keep fighting with his brother forever but at the same time it was hard for him to forgive him so quickly.

“i don’t want a “we will try” jey, i want my brothers back…i want to spend time with you together like we did last year…” you cried harder, your breathing getting worse again “you just don’t understand this…i-i hate seeing you fight every day, i hate seeing you punching yourselves, i fucking hate having to share days with you like you are my divorced parents!”

“hey hey keep breathing slowly sweetheart” jey reminded you.

jimmy and jey both had no idea how this family feud was affecting you. they just discovered it now and they were both hating themselves for hurting you that much.

“you just don’t understand…” you whispered.

“no words can’t express how sorry i am love…” jimmy softly whispered with teary eyes. seeing you having a panic attack was the worst thing he ever witnessed. you were his baby sister who he was meant to protect so why would he hurt you that much?

same thing was for jey.

“i just miss you…” your voice broke a little.

jey cursed himself “i know things between us aren’t the best but our feelings for you will never change. no matter what, you will always be our baby sister and we’ll love you forever…i will try my best to not fight with jimmy okay?” you simply nodded while his soft hand wiped your tears away.

“i promise you we will be better” jimmy went and you nodded again, being happy with their responses.

“now, i’m pretty sure you have work to do so i’ll go back to my hotel room…but, if you’re free tonight can we have a movie marathon like we always did when i was younger?” you asked them, hope sparkling in your eyes.

they couldn’t say not to that.

so they said yes.

they knew they had a lot of work to do, especially when it came to them but, no matter the circumstances, they would always have your back.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe x you #wwe imagines #wwe one shot #wwe x oc #wwe jey uso #wwe jimmy uso #jey uso x y/n #jey uso angst #jey uso x oc #jimmy uso one shot #jey uso x reader #jey uso x you #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso imagine #jey uso fluff #the usos x reader #wwe the usos #jey and jimmy #jimmy uso #jey uso imagine #jimmy uso x you #jey uso imagines #jey uso smut #jey uso #jimmy uso x oc #jey uso x me

[bugs1nmybrain]

Shigaraki With a Crush on Fem!Reader

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

Notes/Warnings: 18+ themes but no smut, Fem-Reader, White-Haired Shigaraki w/ Long hair (he's 21 in this fic), alcohol use but no one gets drunk, other members of the League make an appearance, Shigaraki is pervy, they play League of Legends cuz I'm just as much of a loser as Shigaraki, story has TWO PARTS in one fic, fluff, not proofread

i will not stop babygirlifying Shigaraki YOU CAN'T STOP ME

Notes about reader: quiet-type, wears flashy alternative clothes and makeup, nerdy (artist, gamer, loves anime & manga), neurodivergent

The PLF was staffed with a multitude of skilled folks, all of different positions. There were those on the front causing trouble, like most of the League. Some people held side-line positions, which is where you come in. You worked as a research, statistic, and data analyst, as well as an undercover intel gatherer. Under Skeptic's duty. More of a down-low kind of role.

You weren't the most talkative, but you were always there at every meeting and event. However, the outfits you wore and the way you did your hair almost completely contrasted with your rather quiet personality. Bold eyeliner, frilly skirts, sexy fishnets. You'd come to meetings and usually have your face buried into a sketchbook, yet whenever you were called on it seemed like you were paying attention perfectly.

Shigaraki kept tabs on most of the PLF members, though not extensively. You, however, always managed to catch his eye. For such a minuscule role in the organization, you seemed to pop up everywhere. It was never hard to spot you.

What truly caught him was when you walked into a meeting wearing a fucking League of Legends shirt. He recalls it perfectly. The way you fwumped down in your chair, always across the table in the same damn chair every time. You carried about five manga books with you and your sketchbook, and a Monster Energy right by you. He paid closer attention at that meeting and picked up on your habits and suddenly he found your voice exciting to listen to. It was a bummer you were so reserved.

With all that damn shit you carried around with you, it was frequent that you'd be stuck in the meeting room a couple minutes after everyone left. Just trying to gather your things.

Tomura noticed you questioning your packing methods as he walked toward the door. He was getting a little irritated just watching you struggle with your bag, trying to get it all to fit. He thought to himself "fuck it" and strolled over to you. You weren't really paying attention as he grabbed one of your books with only two fingers and a thumb, eyeballing your backpack. You packed a lot of shit.

You looked up and you began to freeze. The big boss. You were beyond confused and a tiny bit frightened. You didn't say anything until he looked at you as well.

"Need help?" Tomura asked, gently waving the book in his hand. You took note that he was being careful with it.

"Uh..sure, yes," you stammered.

"You have a lot of stuff. How'd you even get it all up here? Cuz to be honest all this ain't gonna fit."

"I carried it."

He now took note of the headphones around your shoulders. You were funny, he thought.

"Let me take the backpack and you can carry your books."

You paused a moment, confused that he stopped to help you. Especially considering he's, him.

"O-okay."

Tomura took your bag, which typically is a little heavy for you, but less than a breeze for him.

"Where's your room?" Tomura asked.

"Skeptic's wing."

"Oh, right. You're the research girlie."

You were impressed that he knew. You followed him sheepishly. "Girlie." Shigaraki sure did have a smart mouth, judging by the meetings. Once you got down the stairs, Tomura gestured for you to go in front of him.

"Lead the way. I don't know where the hell we're going."

You lead him toward your room of the building. Tomura snuck a look at your ass as you guided him through Skeptic's wing. The fishnets looked nice on you, too. A part of his mind wanted to compare you to a hooker, but he had a feeling that wasn't very progressive of him. He wasn't complaining, though.

"Here."

You two had finally arrived at your bedroom. You opened the door and Shigaraki questioned if it was okay for him to come in, so he sat the backpack down just beyond your door.

"I, uh. Thank you, Shigaraki."

He felt a little excitement in his pants listening to you say his name, especially in such a thankful tone.

"Yea, no prob." He began to step away, no formal goodbye until he stopped, realizing he didn't exactly know your name.

He made steps backwards towards your door.

"You're name..it's Y/N? If I remember right. Sorry. There's a lot of us."

"No worries," you smiled. "Yea, that's me."

"You play League?" He asked, noticing your shirt again.

"Oh! Yea! I mean, I fucki- sorry-language, I suck. But I love playing."

"No shame. I'd carry you," Tomura flirted? He wasn't sure. He eyed you like an excited puppy. "I just don't know any girls who play. Or anyone aside from Spinner, honestly."

"He does?"

"Yea. We, uh..We should play. Tonight?" Tomura felt his face get warm and he knew he had to cut the convo short before he went red.

"Yea!!" You perked up. Excited to make friends, which was very hard for you because of how quiet you were. With Shigaraki, too? Definitely would come in your favor, you figured.

Shigaraki felt himself get flustered at your sudden excitement.

"Do you have a paper and pen?" He asked, figuring you should.

"Yeah hold on," you went to your desk and pulled out a paper and pen and handed them over to him.

Tomura used his thigh to write down his user, and also included his phone number while he was at it, just in case.

"Here. I, uh, I gotta go but you can text me. I'll tell Spinner to be prepared."

"Okay," you beamed. Tomura tried holding back his smile that would've spread right across his face if he didn't.

"Okay. Bye." He turned away and trailed off faster than lightning. For the first time in...wow. For once, he felt like he was experiencing happiness in an objectively good way that didn't involve murdering a whole city. He then wondered if that was gonna be a deal breaker.

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A couple weeks had passed. You and Tomura were certainly friends up to this point. You played League a bunch (with Spinner, who could tell Shigaraki had the hots for you), but you two had also played other games together. Minecraft and GTA were regulars. He even pestered about Animal Crossing, but you didn't have a Switch! (He was going to change that).

As for in-person? You two sat closer together at meetings. You had even left your designated chair to come join his side. Some of the other higher-ups were starting to question it, but Shigaraki always found ways to write them off.

You made Tomura feel normal. Almost child-like. Like there was someone who only needed him for mutual jokes and fun. You were also a very understanding person and didn't shame him for things that you had every reason to. Of course, he hadn't spilled every bean in his can yet. He couldn't handle sharing all that and then you did not like him the same way he liked you.

-

"Dude, just ask her out." Dabi sipped from his beer and scowled watching Shigaraki stare at you from across the room. The League threw a party for no good reason. Of course, PLF members were encouraged to come.

"She doesn't have other people to hang out with so she's probably looking for you anyways," Spinner included.

"Don't call her a loner," Shigaraki said spitefully, taking a drink from his glass of whiskey.

"If the shoe fits," Dabi includes.

"She's smart for that. This world is full of posers."

"Not like yourself, right?" Dabi includes.

"I will dump my whiskey on your burn scars. Shut the fuck up."

"Just fucking ask the girl out. She gets all smiley around you anyways. Probably gooey, too."

"Knock it OFF!" Shigaraki rumbles. Though the hypothetical idea of that definitely made him feel pride. "I've like. Never had a friend, who was a girl, that I liked this way."

"You're a virgin, got it," Dabi joked, knowing full well he was risking his life.

"I fucking hate you." Shigaraki sighs and scratches his, neck. He turned his gaze over to you, noticing your fitting black dress with your classic fish nets. He noticed a boob window, too. That was gonna make this harder (ha). He actually appreciated your style a lot. He was always excited to see what you chose to wear whenever there was a meeting, or he knew he was gonna see you somehow. Always full of surprises.

Spinner was right, though. You looked lost. You hung around the bar, bored and stagnant. Shigaraki noticed some guys looking at you, making him feel protective and angry. You looked your head around and then you and his gaze met. He figured it was time to approach you.

He walked up to you at the bar with his whiskey in hand. He sat in the chair next to yours and looked at you with a restrained smirk.

"Hi."

"Hi," you giggled.

"Having a good time?"

"So far I've been bored."

"When did you get here?" Shigaraki says sneaky. He saw you come in twenty minutes ago.

"A bit ago."

"Why didn't you come look for me?"

"I saw you with Spinner and Dabi, actually. I didn't know if you wanted me to hang out with you."

"Are you kidding me?" Shigaraki furrows, but sees you genuine face of worry. "Of course, I want to hang out with you. More than Dabi, I can say that."

"I'm just not as cool as most of the others."

"Girlie, you're out of your mind if you think you're any less cool than these losers. You're uh. You're like the coolest girl I know," he begins to transition into a mumble, though you heard every word.

"You're uh," Tomura's head whipped around when you began speaking. "You're cooler."

"I'll agree with you there. I'm better at games. And murderous ways."

"Yea."

"You're a deviant little devil, though," He chuckles, semi-sarcastically.

"Okay, maybe I am cooler, actually."

"Fuck you," He laughs.

He really couldn't handle it anymore. Not being transparent about how he felt about you. He did the good thing, right? He didn't solicit himself onto you and try the nice guy shit. He also wanted to get to know you better, though. But he felt himself get excited to see you. He'd get sad when you didn't text him for a while. He found himself wanting to comfort you, as well as Shigaraki possibly could. He wanted to touch you, and not even sexually (well, yes sexually). He wanted to feel your hair and how you felt hugging him. Oh, yea. His quirk. He's gotten gloves from the Doctor before, though. He can make it work.

"I knew you were here when you got here," he admits.

"I know. You looked over at me a couple times."

"Oh."

"What took you so long?"

"I..uh-" his mind was screaming. "I was nervous."

"You were nervous? When do you get nervous?"

"Tonight. Right now. I-It's just, I-fuck!" He buried his face in his hands, itching the area on his face he could reach.

"What's wrong?"

"I like you," Tomura muffled in his hands.

You're eyes shot wide open and your heart beat faster than you thought possible.

"Really?" You began to smile wide, though Tomura still couldn't see.

"YeuUP! A lot. Like so much so that..FUUUck."

"Being shy is my job!" You giggled, voice shaking. Shigaraki could hear the tremble in your voice and looked at you, seeing your huge smile and bright eyes.

"Yea, well. You're cute. You did this to me!" He scoffs with a cackle.

"I brought the big boss to his knees, then?"

"Uh-huh. Ya got me."

"I, um.." Tomura turned his head to you while you began to speak. "I like you too."

"You do?"

"Yea. I've been scared to say it. I didn't think you did."

"For a data analyst I figured you'd pick up on it."

"Well. Maybe I did. But I doubted that it was true."

"Well," Tomura turned to face you directly this time. "It's pretty canon, as you'd say."

You chuckled at him and looked at his hands. You reached out and trailed your more delicate hands against his, rubbing the inside of his palm. He looked at you in awe, in slight disbelief of what you were doing.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Tomura asked, slightly shaking.

"Yes." You smiled, his hand now holding yours, with his pinky up. "Please?"

"Yea. I'm the one who asked, silly. And I'll get gloves, okay?"

"Okay. I trust you."

"Thanks. So...is it too early to ask for a kiss?"

You blushed and hid your face in your other hand.

"No. But there's all these people."

"True. Let's get out of here then. My room? I got a huuuuge bed."

"What're your intentions?" You blushed.

He shrugged and smirked. "Whatever you want. I also have like, six gaming consoles and a PC. Mario Kart? Or...Smash? ;)"

"Both?"

"Good choice."

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shiggy #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shiggy x reader

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Never Lose Me | Hirai Momo x Reader

You and Momo met years ago as trainees. She barely spoke Korean and you knew no Japanese but despite the language barrier, you both became fast friends. You guys were instantly inseparable almost always being seen together. You guys were both excited when you found out you’d be on SIXTEEN together despite it meaning you would also be each other’s competition.

You still remember the face she made when she was eliminated and how distraught you felt at the idea of not being able to debut with her. You sobbed in Jihyo’s arms loudly as she and Chaeyeon both tried to comfort you. You still made it to the final lineup despite struggling to actually want to debut after she had left.

When she was revealed to come back for the final line up you remember the hug she gave you and how good it felt for her arms to be around your waist. From that point, one thing became clear to you. You could never lose her.

All of you were in the practice room trying to perfect the choreography for your guys new song “I Got You”. You all were currently taking a break after working nonstop and you were currently sitting on the floor not paying attention to whatever it was Nayeon was telling you. Your gaze was on Momo and Dahyun.

Those two had gotten especially close during the tour and during the music video. Momo was holding Dahyun close to her whispering things in her ear that made Dahyun giggle, making you dig your nails into your thigh. Momo’s hand resting on Dahyun’s waist made your skin crawl and in the worst way.

“You’re not subtle you know” you turned looking at Nayeon who gave you a teasing smile. “It’s obvious you like her” you sighed in response to Nayeon’s words “not to her.” Jihyo who was sitting near you put her hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I wouldn’t worry about them they’re just friends.” “Friends that try to kiss each other.” You spat back clenching your jaw at Momo kissing Dahyun’s cheek a bit too close to her lips, “well staring at them isn’t gonna solve anything for you.” Nayeon replied attempting to lighten your mood. You sighed , looking away trying to busy yourself with something else.

Back at the dorms it was worse. Those two were practically all over each other as if they were the only two in the world. You were sat across from them on the couch while they cuddled and whispered sweet nothings to each other. You were jealous you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. It was hard not to be especially since it felt like you were losing her, but this time it felt worse than SIXTEEN, worse than all the other times where you thought she liked other people, it was one of your friends and members you were losing her to.

The last straw for you, was when Chaeyoung had attempted to make a joke . “Are you sure that you and Dahyunie aren’t dating? you guys are so close you might as well be!” majority of the group laughed but you didn’t. It looked as if Momo’s grip had gotten even tighter around Dahyun’s waist like she was about to kiss her which was something you didn’t want to see.

You stood up going to your room ignoring the girls calling you back. You slammed the door to your room the sound being heard throughout the dorm. You didn't even realize when you started crying but when you did you couldn’t stop, the tears freely just falling down your cheeks.

You always thought in a weird way that you and Momo were always gonna be together or at least that in a weird way were destined together, but with the way she was acting with Dahyun made you think otherwise. Maybe you just needed to accept that you had lost her or realize the fact that you weren't good enough for her. That’s probably the real reason why you guys weren’t dating right now.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at your door which at first you were gonna ignore but you didn’t get the chance to since they opened the door right after they knocked. You looked up about to tell them to leave assuming it was Nayeon or Jihyo but you were met with Momo’s face making the words get stuck in your throat. Her hand went to your cheek in an action so gentle you couldn’t help but lean into her touch. After a few minutes of you both just sitting on your bed like that she eventually spoke.

“Why did you leave like that? Chaeyoung was just-” you cut her off with a kiss before she could finish her sentence. Her lips were softer than you had imagined, the faint smell of her shampoo filling your nose making you dizzy almost. You pulled away quickly when you realized she wasn’t kissing back an unreadable expression on her face her eyes filled with multiple emotions you couldn’t read at the moment.

“I’m sorry, I don't know what came over me. I just saw how you were Dahyun and felt as if-” this time you were cut off by Momo’s lips meeting yours. this kiss was more passionate than the other, she got scared and almost pulled away when she didn’t feel you kiss her back but you relaxed into the kiss pretty easily feeling as if all your fantasies were coming true. Momo deepened the kiss as she held your face while one of your hands moved to her waist bringing you closer to her.

She broke the kiss giving your neck attention as she left a mix of kisses and small nips down it making you gasp softly, her fingers went underneath your shirt, needing to feel your skin under her fingertips. You didn’t protest, allowing her to take the lead as if it was all meant to happen.

“Fuck!” you moaned out while Momo had one of your legs on her shoulders and held your waist with the other. She was grinding her clit against yours creating sensations in your body that you felt only she was capable of making you feel.

You’ve hooked up with other people before but never have any of them made you feel this good like Momo did, she was so attentive with everything at first from the way she had ate you out earlier to how she was scissoring you. Momo loved watching the faces you made every time her pussy collided with hers, it felt even better each time.

The hand on your hip pushed you down even more as she sped up both of you getting wetter leading to you both moaning at same time. Momo’s nails dug into your skin creating little crescents while you whined thrusting your hips up.

“Shit, you look so good like this yn. I’ve never had a girl make me feel this good before” she moaned out bending down desperately needing your lips against hers again. The kiss was feverish as you let out a mix of moans and whines against her lips only focusing on the pleasure you felt.

You pulled away from her lips eventually moving down to her tits that looked so beautiful and full from this angle, you took one of them in your mouth sucking it hard as she sped up moaning even louder from the the stimulation of you sucking her breast. She could feel herself even closer as she let out more moans and judging by the way you whined against her she could tell you were too.

You pulled away from her boob arching your back letting out a chorus of moans whilst chanting her name like a mantra, your hips shake as you climaxed as Momo made you feel as if you were seeing stars. The sight of your face contorting to pleasure as well as the moans you let out was enough to make her orgasm as a string of profanities left her lips, you both now stared at each other panting heavily.

She fell onto your chest completely slumped as you both waited for your heart rates to settle and regain your composure. “I’ve never had someone like you in my life” Momo said looking up at you. You meet her gaze, only to be met with the beautiful beautiful sight of Momo after sex, her bangs as well as a few stray hairs sticking to her forehead. “I’m sorry for leaving like that earlier. I just couldn't stand the sight of you with Dahyun” you confessed making her smile slightly, “just like how I can't stand the sight of seeing you with Nayeon sometimes.”

You both looked at each other in silence an unspoken tranquility filling you both. Momo was yours and you were hers, you would never lose her.

#twice #twice smut #twice imagines #twice thoughts #twice momo #momo #hirai momo #momo smut #momo twice #momo imagines #Momo thoughts #fem! reader #twice x fem reader #twice x reader

[allamericansbitch]

If I may weigh in again because I've been thinking about this nearly all day you're right that it really does not matter whether or not Taylor is mentally ill, and she is not in anyway obligated to discuss her mental health publicly. If she were mentally if, if she was so mentally ill and physiologically resistant to medication that her best option was ECT, it would not change the fact that what she is doing now is sensationalising both mental illness and ECT. There is no ethical way to sensationalise something - exoticisation is inherently racist, fetishising queerness is inherently queer-phobic, and aestheticising mental illness is inherently abelistic. No one is saying that she isn't allowed to engage with the concept of mental illness in her music and performances. What we are saying is that the way she is doing so is incredibly insensitive. She consistently denigrates someone else for being depressed, and having substance abuse issues in TTPD, then turns around and co-opts both those things in a highly performative, trivialising way.

The contrast between the accusatory way she says "You needed me but you needed drugs more" and the flippant delivery of "I was high functioning alcoholic/until nobody noticed my new aesthetic" makes it very clear that she is not approaching substance abuse with any gravity at all - in the first instance she only cares that it's getting in the way of someone loving her in the way she ways, and in the second instance she explicitly states that she views alcoholism as a personality to role-play for attention.

"Here we go again/the voices in his head/called again to end our days of wild" very succinctly embodies a recurring issue in the album - He implicitly has persistent, capital-letter mental health issues, and she is fed up of them interfering with her ability to have fun. She is very clearly trivialising someone's mental health issues, and expecting sympathy for having been victimised and "broken" by it. He's not mean to her, doesn't do anything to her, she's just tired of his problems -- and that's the feeling we're expected to be sympathetic towards, that's what's being valued over mental illness.

And all this is directly harmful. The wide-spread trivialisation of mental illness means that people have a harder time being taken seriously by professionals, it means that their friends, peers, co-workers, bosses, parents, teachers etc, don't understand the extent to which mental illness affects a person's life. Perhaps most dangerously of all, it means that the mentally ill individual may not understand that what they're experiencing isn't normal because the language of their experience has been misappropriated into a causal context. I understand that she's just following a trend, but in following it, she's also perpetuating it in a very big way because unfortunately, we live in a world where she has much more influence than anybody actually qualified to talk about mental health.

(I wanted to rant a little about how disgusting the TTPD choreo is from both a mental health and feminist perspective, but this is probably already way too long.)

yes YES YES! all this is exactly it. no one's saying she isnt allowed to talk about mental health issues or specifically her struggles with it, of course she can. it's the way she's choosing to express it that's just very problematic and she's ignoring the problematic history of and trivializing them for performance/aesthetic purposes. she's just treating every issue she discusses with no empathy or gravity. she repeatedly treats others with mental health issues as a liability but then we should feel sad for her when she didn't feel bad for anyone else.

and the last part is just perfect and wanna reiterate it:

"I understand that she's just following a trend, but in following it, she's also perpetuating it in a very big way because unfortunately, we live in a world where she has much more influence than anybody actually qualified to talk about mental health."

#answered #catastrophicbleus

[lunarheiress]

I have a lot of thoughts about dungeon Meshi since I finally got around to watching the new episodes that came out and put a lot of the discussion into a new perspective. (Also full disclosure I have not read the books though I wish to acquire them for that purpose at some point.)(also also I have to work so I’ll probably break this up into a few posts because time is short atm)

So, the recent fight between Toshiro and Laios. It’s got a lot going on, and people seem to really be trying to assign blame when both of them are at fault (one a bit more than the other in my opinion but I’ll get to that):

1. First of all, there’s the clash of culture a lot of people have been discussing where more open communication style is not mixing well with a subtler communication style. This can’t be ignored, as these modes form the basis of (or at least highly influence) how they learned to communicate in the first place.

2. Second, there’s the inherent character lack of communication skill. Laios obviously is and benefits from being direct, and struggles otherwise. Also i can’t quite remember what part gave me this impression but I felt that Toshiro struggles with expressing his thoughts more than just because of a cultural difference. Perhaps it’s a combination of factors but it really just seems like he’s on the opposite end of the ‘ways to be bad at communication’ spectrum from Laios.

3. Third. The situation they’re in is awful and Toshiro has not eaten or slept in days as Laios accurately points out. Toshiro is also (rightfully) shocked due to the black magic revelation. (Rightfully meaning within the in universe context of the stigma around black/ancient magic) The man has received some of the most frightening/worst case scenario ever imagined news and all while he’s running on whatever’s left after fumes. He’s stressed, unwell, not taking proper care of himself, and completely unable to pull himself together, especially compared to how well Laios comes across (all things considered)!!!

(As a very long side note, I also have some thoughts on the ancient magic. I don’t feel like we as the audience really know enough about ancient magic to pass judgment as harshly as characters in the story. The evil evil bad bad blah blah reputation the magic has might have come from biased sources, or the characters could be completely correct regarding the danger. I will say however, that I think the type of magic Marcille used seems to have nothing to do with Falin transforming into a dragon. The only things she didn’t know was that the dragon ‘soul’/physical body would remain in some way and that the mad mage had dominion over whatever it is that’s remained. This also raises some interesting questions about what the dragon was exactly. They say that only human souls remain tethered, so, is the dragon soul originally human? Did the mad mage create certain monsters and power them with human servants? Did he originally transform a person’s body into the dragon, but couldn’t this time fully because Falin’s bones didn’t belong to the dungeon? Or does the body of the dragon belonging to him give him control over Falin until she consumes enough outside food to replenish herself? So many questions)

4. We as an audience know how hard a time Laios has been having. He’s also been behaving like a lunatic and putting himself at risk in ways that definitely indicate he’s not being completely rational at times. However, Laios also seems (on the surface) incredibly unaffected by what’s going on from an outside point of view. Despite his direct nature Laios is shockingly good at compartmentalizing, as well as refocusing his attention and efforts. This is in no way a bad thing? His ability to remain composed and focused is astounding. The problem is that Laios is likely coming across as cavalier, or at the very least not taking things seriously enough. It’s actually the opposite, he’s taking this situation very seriously, so much at times he’s not being completely rational which can easily come across as carelessness if you don’t know Laios well enough.

So, to sum up this first part? The argument is kind of born from two people who are both uniquely bad at communication in a way that clashes severely. They have also built a relationship they both view very differently. (Some recent decisions on both their parts are not helping either tbh). This argument was going to happen eventually, it just happened to break at the worst time possible, turning what might have just been an uncomfortable conversation into a full blown fist fight. But there’s also so much going on around them and in the fight that I still want to talk about so badly aaaaa part 2 later I guess!

#dungeon meshi #laios touden #toshiro nakamoto #I feel so bad for both these boys #one more than the other though

[grimforks]

thinking about the way i was experiencing real, honest to god genuine psychosis all through middle and high school and up until idk a couple of years ago. what the fuck.

#immy yelps #i didnt tell anyone bc i didnt want people to see me differently for it and i also knew i wasnt in a position #where i could get help for it anyways #but even when i did try to tell people they got weird with me about it and didnt seem to take me seriously #like i was struggling really badly and despite trusting these ppl they just side eyed me and brushed it off. lol. #it wasnt even like i would dump it on them randomly i straight up was like 'hey im having a hard time can i talk about it' #and still!!!! #anyways people with psychosis genuiny get treated like ass even when you seem 'normal' most of the time #once you reveal your psychosis people either think you're attention seeking or dangerous or dont take it seriously #or what the fuck ever. there's no compassion. #the only person that i can think of that i've told abt it that took me seriously was my sister #and i told her recently. years after the worst of it. because yes it still lingers and i still have flare ups. #idk. just been thinkin about it lately ig

[glassphinix]

[ID: the “touching grass is not enough” meme of text over a flowery field that has been edited to read “touching grass is not enough, i need an update about the edge of sleep tv series.” end ID]

#the edge of sleep #teos #literally ive only listened to the first three episodes bc i struggle to find an excuse to listen to an audio drama #i dont really listen to podcasts. i turned on distractible while i was cleaning my aunts house cause it was good to have as background noise #but teos is a work of fiction it's a thriller/mystery/horror story that i want to give my undivided attention #and thats hard to do because my brain Refuses to stay on track if listening is all i'm doing #when i was into bmc i had to be reading the script while i listened to the audio bootleg or i wouldnt fucken stay concentrated #i only listened to it initially during a shift w a disability support worker bc we were driving and we had fuckall else to do #but 1. i dont always have the same worker and it feels rude to keep listening to a story halfway through with no context for them #and 2. from my understanding shit gets decidedly fucked up from ep 4 onward so its probably super not appropriate to listen to #in somebody elses fucking car #but i wanna finish it SO BAD i wanna be able to pour through the teos tag and talk about it with other people without getting spoiled #ive gotten spoiled on a Lotta shit just from reading the tvtropes page #auauufah im so torn between figuring out how to listen to it as a podcast or waiting for more info on the tv show #fellow autistic people do you ever do that thing where ur special interest is always some form of media but its prone to changing #so like every few months youre defined by a new fucking show or game or film or whatever #but Every So Often when ur between big interests u have a very short-lived (hours/days/week or two) but INTENSE obsession w something niche #yeah its like that #my brain is that little ms paint creature thing on all fours with pointy teeth and red eyes biting something in its mouth savagely #and the something is teos #internal monologue

[crippledanarchy]

It's Truly amazing I managed to get anything done before i got on Adderall

#like just the sheer number of times in school where i felt fully lost n like i missed the day where everyone else got critical instructions #and the number of times i said 'i wonder if i have add' and was scolded for minimizing other people's legitimate struggles #cause *I* was Normal and just Lazy and Stupid and people with adhd are actually trying but everyone knows I'm not #i genuinely cant describe how good it feels to actually be able to focus enough to complete a project. like entirely. all the way. #everything I did in the 28 years before adderall felt like pulling teeth to get my brain to cooperate #my mind is so much more peaceful when I'm not flailing wildly through life #I'm so mad that everyone that told me i was a little drama queen who just wanted attention just... innately possesed this inner peace #and made me feel evil for never overcoming an impossible challenge

[emometalhead]

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#having a time so I'm here to rant about a couple things #I'd say I use Tumblr like a diary but I have an actual diary that I don't write this much info for #so like after being sick + concussed I'm doing much better now! no lingering symptoms of either anymore and I'm grateful #caught back up on my school work and I'm feeling in good standing for the rest of the semester #feeling fine thinking about the next couple semesters as well #basically this is just me establishing that I've been in a decent mental state lately. yay! #that's shifting a little. not entirely! I'm fine. just struggling with a couple things so I'm writing them out before they really affect me #I'm upset with my mom's opinions on gay people. she goes back and forth between really supportive and really homophobic comments so quickly #just the other day I was excited because she said something positive in response to seeing cars decked out in pride stuff #today she said lesbians can't have kids and expressed that she'd be disappointed if I 'chose' to be one bc 'there's expectations' #like what is that supposed to mean????? #I am gay and I want kids one day. those statements aren't contradictory to one another but I can't tell her that. #switching gears! #I have driving anxiety and hit and run OCD #basically driving makes me very anxious. I am constantly convinced that I've hit someone/something/caused an accident in some way #going over any bump or uneven road makes me feel certain I've ran someone over #I spend LOTS of time looking behind me in my mirrors to check for bodies/broken things/damaged vehicles or just to check for potholes #this causes further worry that I'll cause an accident by not paying attention to what is ahead of me #I also can't trust my memory. my brain tells me I've repressed memories of the accident I caused. this makes me confused to the point that #I no longer remember my route or even where I am. I'll assume I got off route and make panicked turns that actually get me lost #because of this I'm heavily reliant on visual markers to remind me I am on the right path. unfortunately it is fall now. #the nature on my route looks different than it did a couple weeks ago and it's throwing me off. plus there's new construction. #my usual environment has changed and now I'm back to being as nervous about my school commute as I was at the beginning of the semester #it's all just a lot #okay I'm done now. just needed to get that out before I went into a spiral #hope everyone is having a good night 🖤 #ashley rambles

[jrueships]

PG and klay? Explain please

they Kiss.

LISTEN nothing Validates a bee more then two men wearing two similar outfits at two different times. Eccentric boat driver who babies his boat meets equally eccentric pilot who babies his plane. They race. They argue. Pg tries landing on Klays ship. Klay kills him. They kiss. It just makes SENSE to me but of COURSE im gonna help shed Light to the ethereals above ! Patron Saint of.. being a patron Saint! SO OBVIOUSLY, i have good reasons to put these two together and it's that they're both . Hot. Obviously. IM KIDDING i have more OK LISTEN just Listen

THEIR WHOLE THING is that it sounds Absurd. Because it DOES. and it IS. And that's why they're GREAT. On the surface they might have their stark differences, but i feel like emotionally they're Very similar and faced some similar things! Even their relationships with others are similar! But also not? It's that kinda foil kinda not comparison that's so unexplainable but interesting. They're both malewives to a girlboss (steph, kawhi). They both got a friend who feels very deeply which can get him in some fights (draymond, pat bev). They're goin different paths marked with similar stones but think they're totally different travelers just cus they see sights. Pg and klay carry the same chill possibly cryptic vibe when they're just having a good time with friends, but when something irks them, they can act a Lil a fool.. ( they both got leo moon disease.) Klay will throw up a shot he shouldn't cause he feels like he needs to be doing more so expectations won't be his downfall, pg will call a buzzerbeater a bad shot cause he's disappointed and disrespected. They're SIMILAR but the holy shit somebody is playin that nursery rhyme but Edgy shit on the speakers rn.. now i know what everyone's complainin about holy shit this song sucks! ANYWAYS they're way more similar than one would think, ESPECIALLY them. Cus they HAVE talked before... you kinda gotta in nba. That's why it's a league of people who have sex with each other. Tumblrinas are just talking on what's happened, what's BEEN happenin!! i mean LOOK AT THIS SHIT! SEX RIGHT BEFORE OUR EY E S !!!

Heads and tails of a coin men interacting. 100 killed 500 critically injured. Why they rubbin their Bodies so hard bro! It's just nervous mannerisms? Why do you, as a Man, have nervous mannerisms when engaging in a battle of Tongue with Another Man ? Hm 🤨? Scientists would like to know 🤔! Pg's little elbow rub, klay musing over his thoughts while smoothing over his hands. The article is about pg and klay discussing their future together and naturally chose a photo of pg asking klay out to prom! It just makes sense! They Kiss! They kissed!!

to be more In Depth, pg was still on the pacers but he was on his last year with his contract. And klay was coming to new discussions of HIS contract. Plus with it being the Olympics aka Tampering Holiday, it was a PERFECT time for pg to STRIKE!!! to ask klay out for A DATE! A date involving Los Angeles lakers unfortunately. But a date nonetheless!!!

Klay turned him down unfortunately. Not for the date though, he went the one day but he didn't want anything serious. Pg is charming, possible boyfriend material, but for like three days max. No way they could survive a Serious relationship. They both think the other is Too negative for something while they're too positive for something. Klay feels like pg is too immature compared to himself who is too mature. He waits until hes at a higher level to respond to criticism. But pg feels like klay is too tied down compared to himself who is too loose. Klays too busy pining for Mr golden boy steph while pg is free to chase whomever without weight. BUT THEY BOTH SHARE THE FACT THAT THEY LIKE HAVING HIGHER PERCEPTIONS OF THEMSELVES COMPARED TO OTHERS! Yeah they might have different THOUGHTS but they have similar thinking Processes. They bond on a problem but because it's a problem, they just refuse to really talk so they wont have to acknowledge it. Ships that have more in common than they think yet refuse to think is just MWAH. So complex so compelling! GOIN OFF pgs Olympic flirtations...

Think injuries. They both had injuries they had to climb back from. Are WORKING to climb back from. Maybe klay visited pg after that awful leg incident. Showed pg he's not some tied down smhuck working all for the efforts of one guy as pg likes to believe he is. And cause of klays actions, pg calls klay when he's rehabbing off HIS injury, which in turn shows klay that pg has more character to him than once thought. IT'S THE WAY they both can Change each other by actually putting effort into helping the other. They're two gears that need to spin in each other's directions in order to get the motor movin, NAMEAN? They got an unlikely relationship where one builds off another, and NO ONE expects it. That's what makes it so GOOD. It's UNEXPECTED unlocked potential! That starts something new! And GOOD! When no one takes anything serious, nothin gets done. But when they really start makin an effort to get connected, shit happens

IN SHORT

Guy who thinks guy is cringe + guy who thinks guy is cringe = Unexpected Romance of a Lifetime

#i just think that 2 people who are actually very similar but refuse to support that makes MWAH ! #just so MWAH very MWAH ! #they date on n off again so many times but DONT SEE OTHER PEOPLE!! #to the point where theyre just puttin off the inevitably of FATED LOVE! #GOOD LOVE!!!! #n it's not even cus they think the other is too good for em NAW it's OPPOSITE #T H E Y R E too good for THE OTHER #they are BOTH luxuries FEW CAN AFFORD!!! #it's the hilarity of watching two men struggle to get off their high horse so they can finally release that when they stand #theyre LITERALLY on EVEN ground #they help EACH OTHER become better it's mutual bastardity with no toxicity of one Good Person having to fix #n bear all the burden in wait for the other to finally stop being evil or whatever! #theyre just both 2 way more confident than they should be without realizing guys ! who are goin thru it! #but TOGETHER!!!! they just need to be goin thru it TOGETHERRRR!!! #n IM NOT SAYIN pg pullin that 'iM fRoM tHe LoGo WiTh iT' stunt on steph was out of jealousy for klay... #competing for his heart/attention #but the pieces Do be fallin with a neat lil click too NAMEAN NAMEAN? #anyways 🤭 yea! my thoughts!i hope i explained it slightly well enough 4 yall to MAYBE understand but i get it if u dont SRRY LOL #ted asks #pg13 years old #klay #ted drabbles #look at me mane tryna get yall onto rarepairs that dont make sense just typic ted shit! #dont say yall surprised when yall seen what i did with marcus/giannis !! #klay would take pg out to romantic dates fishing on his boat and pg would have the time of his life #klay finally finds someone who doesnt try jumping ship and swimming back to shore!! no more rookie hostages!!! #THEYRE MEANT 2 BE‼️‼️

[likeimhomeagain]

❤️‍🩹

#Todays struggle #being too polite to correct someone when they inevitably spelt my name wrong bc it wasn’t important #but then they ask for my email directly after and it becomes obvious they spelt it wrong #so it’s just an unspoken thing but it’s not worth addressing but I still feel awkward about it #someone free me from having a non british name it is hellll #like I actually can’t stand it I hate drawing attention and getting weird looks but it’s literally unavoidable bc of it 🫤🫤🫤🫤 #and another thing #like immediately after meeting someone the first question is alwayss where are u from girly 😁 #like no I’d rather not feel obliged to tell people my whole family history upon first meeting fanks #maybe it’s unreasonable and ik it’s not meant badly bUT #like I feel like I’ve made a lot of progress embracing my heritage and all that but my name is smth I cannot get past #like for once ONCE I would like to meet someone and them just be able to say it without needing it repeated five times and addressing me w #a nickname of some sort

[mrfoox]

How to stop avoiding things that stress me out until it becomes a problem...

#miranda talking shit #I've always had an avoiding behavior but the last few years like its bad.... #I think its bc i live af home so no one will check on me and remind me about stuff #So I just repress and ignore things until they are a bigger problem and then I'm like 0: what #For some reason ive put conversing with friends in that seat to its an problem #Like logically i know i like to talk with people amd 9/10 times i feel better for it but ... Now i just dont #For like 6 months now ive gotten so bad at it. I was bad before too but now its really bad #Only reason i can think of is that my add/autistic brain feels overwhelmed bc i dont have just 4 friends anymore #Like I've onlh had like 4 friends since i was young and until my 20s but now ive slowly gotten more #And i like that and love them all but i think i feel overwhelmed somehow ... #Like i struggle to divide my attention a lot. I function best when i can sink all my attention info one thing #And now when i have 15+ friends to keep in contact with i struggle so my solution is just to isolate and talk to no one... #Friendships with me suck. Especially if you're a person who does mind id you don't get an reply in a day bc It can take me weeks or more to #Come back with an answer ... And it's never bc i dislike anyone. Its simply bc i feel overwhelmed and i worry about what fo reply #Thats also why i think tje best friendships for me are the type where they ... Get that . But also engage with me and send me an message #Once in a while. Mainly bc then its like an poke button so i can't just isolate myself ? #Im so bad at social stuff in general. Like writing first... I struggle badly. And once i do and get an answer back fairly quickly im like #Oh shit no tjis is too much. Idk man. Everything in life feels so Much ™ and im exhausted and anxious #Autism tag

[tonycries]

Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) - C.K.

Synopsis. When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

Pairings. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, babysitter! Choso, male masturbation, voyeurism (from reader), Choso with nipple piercings and eyeliner hngh, unprotected, 69, choking, overstim, oral (male + female receiving), creampie, dirty talk, friends-to-lovers, Choso is down BAD and always has been, mentioned younger brother, swearing. 

Word count. 9.0k

A/N. Gojo longfic next time because I miss my pretty blue-eyed princess.

Your younger brother’s new babysitter was hot.

With a capital h. 

Scarily hot, in fact, that it made you wonder why the hell people stopped having babysitters past the age of 14.

Ah, Choso Kamo, the ever-elusive eldest son of the Itadori’s from next door. You still remember the first time you met him - well, mostly. 

The world was rocking gently at exactly 12:34AM after a night out with your old high school friends. And so were you, stumbling tipsily into your driveway, soaking up the warm summer air. 

Fumbling with the doorbell, you fully expected your parents to still be away on that extravagant couples’ cruise they’d won - one that probably cost more than your tuition.

Which also meant you expected the old lady from down the street to be babysitting tonight. Still wide awake and absolutely bursting at the seams to give you a detailed rundown about the neighborhood tea - who’s divorcing who, and her top suspects for who stole her prized garden gnome. 

What you certainly did not expect was for that door to swing open and to find yourself face-to-face with the most ridiculously attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. Shirtless.

Dazed, your eyes involuntarily sweep his figure from head to toe - taking in every inch of those dark, sleep-mussed locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner, all the way down to the chiseled- oh god, were those nipple piercings?

Alas, the universe isn’t on your side, and you don’t get to confirm, because suddenly the door slams right in your face, almost rattling off its hinges at the force. The sound echoes in your ears as you blink in disbelief at what the fuck that was. Was that real - was he real? 

You double check the address you’ve known for years - just in case - because, hell, if you were dreaming then this was a damn good one. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on something that won’t make your head spin before reaching for the door again.

But before your finger could even graze the doorbell, it cracks open once more. The same mysterious man towered before you, this time - you note, with a tinge of disappointment - wearing a snug t-shirt that still doesn’t do much to hide that godly physique. 

“Not that m’complaining, but who’re you and why’re ya in my house?” you manage to slur out, voice betraying the shiver that runs down your spine at his intense gaze. He simply leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and expression unreadable. 

“Choso,” he drawls lightly, eyes never leaving your face. Shit, even his voice was hot. 

You nod slowly, mind racing as you blearily try to remember just where you’d heard that name before. Some family friend? Nah, you’d know him if that was the case. An actor? God, he sure had the looks. 

Mercifully sensing your struggle, he clears his throat, snapping you out of your drunken reverie. “Not surprised you haven’t seen me around, sweetheart, but my parents live next door.” he offers, tone laced with amusement and something else you can’t place. “M’babysitting your brother for tonight.”

You almost don’t hear the second part of his explanation, because it hits you like a ton of bricks - oh shit, this was Choso? Choso either-a-hallucination-or-a-vampire Kamo? 

In all your years of having the Itadoris as your neighbors, you’d only seen fleeting glimpses of their eldest son - a flash of black hair at the window, or a sculpted, tattooed arm waving off Yuji at the doorway. And, well, you didn’t know what exactly you’d anticipated. You just didn’t expect him to be so…hot. Or stand half-naked in front of you.

God, he made you more dizzy than the alcohol. 

“Damn,” you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than anything. Yet Choso still hears, quirking an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Everything alright there?” he hums, the hint of a tease in his tone. Smug bastard.

You nod your head, clutching onto the doorframe for support as you lean in closer. “Mhm, perfect.” Wait- was that a blush dusting his face? Damn, this dream just keeps getting better and better.

Liquid courage coursing through you, you bat your lashes, too tipsy to even attempt a wink, “Well, Choso, let me know if ya need any help babysitting, jus’ know I’m always down to-” 

And then - perhaps to save you from the embarrassment of an awful pickup line - that’s when the universe decides to remind you of exactly how many kamikaze shots you’ve downed. The world lurches beneath you. Your hands scramble for something - anything - solid.

Ah, falling down really does feel good, especially when the ground is so warm, and soft. Smelling faintly of vanilla, with a hint of sunshine. 

And then it’s all black. 

To match his eyes.

---

The smell of vanilla still lingers in your mind as you slowly pry your eyes open, squinting against the harsh morning sunlight streaming in through your window. Groaning, you feel as though you’ve been run over by a truck. Five of them, in fact. 

Trying to will away the pounding headache, you bury yourself deeper into the snug covers of…your bed…that you’ve been tucked into? 

Oh shit. Sitting up with a gasp, you hastily try to rub away the sleep from your pointedly makeup-less eyes, remnants of last night now flooding back to you with a surge of embarrassment. 

Choso. Shirtless. Babysitting. Shirtless. But most importantly - your awful display of drunken flirting. The man appears once in a blue moon and you hit on him? Perfect. Great. Wonderful. 

And just as you’re entertaining the idea of convincing your parents to move neighborhoods, you realize with a jolt that he must’ve been the one that carried you up here and took care of you. Even after all of that. 

With a sigh, you rub your temples, wincing as it throbs at the laughter carrying from downstairs - one of them so decidedly Choso. Deep voice ringing in your ears, you can almost feel the lingering traces of his strong arms holding you flush against his chest, or the warm hands gently wiping off your eye shadow.

And it seems Choso had a penchant for interrupting your barely-lucid thoughts, because the door creaks open, ripping through the heavy silence in your room. Heart in your throat, you startle as Choso carefully steps into your room, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“G’morning,” he says, voice so gentle that some small, strange part of you thinks you could listen to it forever. “Feeling any better?”

You offer him a sheepish grin, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the memory of your drunken antics. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks for... well, everything.”

Chuckling softly, his gaze softens as he steps closer, taking in your slightly-disheveled appearance. “It was the least I could do, sweetheart. Now, c’mon, your brother and I are making pancakes.” 

You fidget nervously under his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious even as he turns to leave the room at your silence. Say it, you idiot. Say it. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, words tumbling out in a rush. “I didn’t mean to... y’know, act like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time-” 

“It’s al-”

 “I swear I’ve seen ankles-”

A large hand cradling your cheek, his thick rings searingly cold against your chin as he tilts your chin up to meet his warm gaze - and those suspiciously red cheeks. “S’alright, sweetheart. I didn’t mind.” 

And, well, if this was his way of shutting you up then by God was it effective. Because you didn’t trust yourself to speak even as Choso gives you an easy smile. Even as he withdraws his hand, the air thick with something you were too hungover to overthink about. 

Not until he turns back to the door, flashing you a teasing smile, “Besides, it was kinda cute.”

And with that, Choso steps through the door with the audacity of someone that hadn’t uttered words that sent your mind reeling. 

As the creak of the door echoes behind him, Choso’s warm touch still sears into your skin. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Only one thought rings clear in your hazy, still-hungover mind - one that makes your cheeks flare: this was going to be a very interesting summer.

You just didn’t realize how interesting it would be. Not until two weeks, four days, and sixteen hours after you first met Choso. 

It starts out innocently enough, taking the early shift at your internship, volunteering to help with the chores - you find yourself subconsciously making excuses to be around him whenever he’s scheduled to babysit.

You’ve probably learned everything there is to know about the man by now - from the way he likes his eggs (sunny side up) to that time he accidentally dyed his brother’s hair neon pink while trying out a recipe for homemade hair dye. 

Likewise, Choso happens to be the only one who knows that you were the one that accidentally caused that flood in your dorm that required five floors and two plumbers to resolve. 

At this point, Choso’s at your house more often than not - where Choso is, there is you, and where you are, there is Choso. And your brother…and sometimes Yuji, but semantics.

“Semantics” are probably why you find yourself rushing home straight from your internship, ignoring every invitation for an after-work drink - to see your brother, of course. No other reason - definitely not because of the way Choso will inevitably be there too. Or because of the way his smile makes something strange coil in your stomach. Or-

Okay, maybe you speedwalked up your driveway faster than usual a little bit because of Choso. But as you’ve said - semantics.

Yet, sometimes you even think there’s a familiar flicker of something more in those dark eyes.

…

Nahhh. 

Stepping into the yard, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the deafening sounds of splashing, a smile tugs at your lips at the awfully wholesome view that greets you.

Your brother and Yuji are locked in a fierce battle, water guns being brandished like the most seasoned warriors.

And Choso - towering over everyone else - was at the epicenter of the chaos, his laughter booming over the commotion. Shirtless. Again. 

His bare, tattooed torso gleams in the light, muscles flexing with each movement as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Droplets of water glistening on his dark hair like diamonds in the fading light.

Traitorously, your cheeks burn as you step closer, desperately trying to rip your gaze from the milky abs peeking out and the tantalizing glint of metal winking so sinfully at you under the sun.

So he does have nipple piercings.

God, you have to get your mind out of the gutter.

As you approach, Choso’s grin widens, a playful sparkle dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he scoops up a large water balloon and takes aim, launching it with frightening accuracy in your direction.

The icy water hits you before the realization, and you squeal in surprise as the balloon connects right with your chest, seeping into your shirt. Glancing down with a startled laugh, you realize a moment too late that your once-pristine white shirt is now completely see-through. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but the damage has been done. Smug bastard, you think, glancing up at Choso, slightly red-faced yet wearing a sly grin as he surveys the aftermath of his well-aimed shot.

“Shoulda just told me if you wanted a peak, you lecher. This shirt was expensive, y’know.” you call out, mock-glaring at the man that stood so infuriatingly beautifully in front of you.

Choso throws his head back in a laugh that makes something tingle all the way down from your toes to your burning cheeks. “Maybe you shoulda just kept your guard up, sweetheart,” 

You scoff, “Maybe you should stop being a distraction then.”

His grin widens, reaching for another nearby water balloon, “S’not my fault you’re so easily distracted. No need to be a sore loser.”

“Oh, it’s on now.”

“Well, well, looks like we have a new contender in the water war,” Choso remarks mischievously to the kids, gesturing towards you. Yeah, really smug bastard.

Ah, what the hell. This shirt was on sale anyway.

---

Now, Choso knows you’re hot - always has.

Ever since that first day he moved in next door, when he stumbled upon you sunbathing in your backyard wearing that sinful bikini. And, well, after hours of moving boxes upon boxes of Yuji’s dumbbells, the mere sight of you was like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him. 

But, especially now - all drenched and disheveled. Your shirt sticking to your curves like a second skin in all the ways that should be illegal - and also makes some strange part of him slightly jealous. Beaming smile directed right at him - shit, this might as well just be the final nail on his coffin. Death by you.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, you're a force to be reckoned with. Choso can barely tear his eyes off of you, breathless and victorious in pure adrenaline-fueled bravado, declaring “Beg for mercy and I’ll let you off easy, Choso.”

“Kinky, but absolutely not, sweetheart.”

Clutching a particularly large water balloon, raising your hand high high high - hurtling it straight at him with an unapologetic smirk, “Then, better run for your life.”

Oh? Maybe Choso was a masochi- what was that- 

A flash of his favorite lacy pink, your poor buttons faltering at the sheer force of your throw. Choso doesn’t even feel the cold splash! square on his chest as he’s drenched icily from head to toe. Too transfixed.

Too focused on trying not to make it obvious he’s mentally calculating the chances of your shirt coming off altogether…

Eyes locked on the sliver of soft skin peeking out at him. Only registering you and the traitorous rush of heat flooding his cheeks - and his cock - as he averts his gaze, internally smacking himself for letting his thoughts wander into such dangerous territory. 

Both thanking and cursing the gods above, Choso realizes with a pang that he’s not just screwed, he’s absolutely twisted, tangled, and tied up in knots.

So utterly screwed, in fact, that he probably needs to make a quick run to the bathroom now.

Like, right now.

Shit. 

With a muttered excuse of a bathroom break, each step more urgent than the last, Choso can’t help but wonder if the water balloon incident was some sort of cosmic punishment for his wandering thoughts. Some divine intervention from his ancestors for being such a pussy around you all these years.

And as he slams that bathroom door closed, bunches his pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, and takes his throbbing cock in his hands, Choso thinks he might just see the gates of heaven - well, at least he’ll be able to give his ancestors a piece of his mind there.

With a groan, he leans against the closed door, eyes scrunching shut as he takes his swollen cock in his fist. Leaking hot precum and glistening in the dim bathroom light. He grips the base tightly, pulsing and achingly hard for you. 

Cold rings searing against his skin, Choso wastes no time - wanting to get this over with and join you again more than anything - starting up a hasty, desperate pace up and down his length that makes his knees buckle. Tighter on the base, just teasing his furiously flushed tip. Pink. Pink to match your bra.

With you so sinfully soaked through, wearing that goddamn lacy bra out there, Choso wasn’t as strong a man to possibly get you out of his mind. He can’t help but imagine your sultry smile, how it would look wrapped around his cock. 

Arm straining now, a shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his throbbing erection. “Shit.” he breathes, “J-jus’ like that, sweetheart.” 

Head only filled with you, and your lips and you-

He milks his base tighter - would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you choke around his cock? 

One hand pulls in urgent, jerky little moves that have his hips bucking into his fist. The other reaches up muffle the fucked out moans leaving his swollen lips. God, it would take everything it had in him to not fuck up into your pretty lil’ mouth. Watch you cock-drunk and taking him so well. 

Or maybe…

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Choso fights back a groan as he reaches a hand up to teasingly thumb under his slit. Delicate beads of precum dripping onto the cold tile with a deafening drip! drip! drip! Smearing at the way he rubs maddening little circles under that one spot, grazing his sensitive veins. 

Maybe you’d be a a fucking tease - run your tongue under his pulsing head so agonizingly slow. Knowing you, you’d probably pull away as soon as he bucks his hips into your mouth. Lips swollen and glossed prettily with his precum as you whisper, “Now now, baby. If you don’t act like a good boy then you won’t get to cum~”

“Sh-shit, hah-” Choso thinks he’s going insane, he can practically hear your hums as you kiss along his length, tongue darting out to trace his throbbing veins so obscenely. Flicking at his sensitive head. Eyes sparkling - ready to positively devour him. 

All for him. 

It’s too much. 

“Ah- Ngh, fuck.” he moans hoarsely, letting out a low, fucked-out little call of your name. “More. Need m-more, sweetheart.” 

Body shuddering violently, sweat dripping from his brow, Choso’s thighs quiver as he fucks his fist at an almost-animalistic pace. Chasing his release with reckless abandon. 

Choso’s heart pounds wildly in his chest as he tries - and fails - to maintain control. Raspy whines of your name escape through the crevices of his fingers, cracking ever-so-slightly in a way he knows he’d be embarrassed about if he was in a better state of mind. 

Giving up his futile attempt, long fingers snake down below to cradle his balls in a way he knows you’d do better. Tugging and pulling at a jerky rhythm that matches his hand. 

Some tiny, practical part of his brain hopes - prays - that you won’t call off the water fight early and come up to check on him. He knows he should hurry up, he knows he’s fucked if you ever found out. Shit, he should bake you apology cookies tomorrow.

But fuck are so you perfect for him. Voice so pretty and eyes so warm as you turn your gaze to his undeserving self. He’d kill to see if you still look at him that way when - if - he absolutely ruins you.

Would you be able to take all of him? Would you pout adorably until he shoves his dick down your throat? Gagging as he hits the back of your throat over and over - oh how Choso would love to mess up your mascara. He’d fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on his dick if he could. 

“Cum f’me, baby.” you’d mewl, and shit would he burn down this entire world to hear you call him that. “Mm, fill me up with your cum, wan’ taste you, baby-”

“Fuck,” he curses again, voice thick with need, and tight balls twitching so sensitively. “Fuck...fuck fuck fuck. M’gonna cum- shit- gonna cum, sweetheart.”

You - all see-through white shirts and lacy bras that drive him wild. Giggling with the audacity of someone who isn’t making him slowly lose his sanity. You with prettily lips painted white with his seed. Cum and saliva mixing into a lewd pool on the sterile tile as you suck the soul out of him. 

You. 

And then he’s cumming. 

A raw, drawled-out keen of your name and he’s spilling into his fist. Thick, hot spurts of cum that paint his palms white in a way he wishes he could do to you. And behind his closed eyes all he sees is you - you you you-

You, dragging out his orgasm so torturously, lips decorated with his seed, dribbling down to your lacy pink bra, gushing so lewdly down your ready throat. You with your eyes dazed, lips swollen and quirking up into a fucked-out smile as he does so well for you - cumming, all for you.

You, with your wide eyes and disgust on your face as you realize just what he’d been doing on this suspiciously long “bathroom break”.

Shit.

Body still twitching with the shockwaves of probably one of the Top 5 orgasms of his life, Choso all but collapses against the bathroom door, panting heavily, utterly spent. For a moment, he lies there, wondering if this is what heaven truly felt like.

But as the euphoria of his high ebbs away into nothing but mere tingles, a slight wave of nausea crashes over him. 

Sighing, Choso reaches for the paper towels, ready to clean up his mess. If only you were there to milk him dry then he wouldn’t have to-

…

God, he was definitely baking you apology cookies tomorrow. 

Now, when it started drizzling shortly after Choso left, you took it upon yourself to usher the kids back home and hand over his t-shirt personally like the good samaritan you are - out of the goodness of your heart, of course. 

Not for any reason whatsoever because you were hoping to get at least one more glimpse of those sinful nipple piercings up-close.

…

Okay, perhaps there was a slight ulterior motive involved. 

Either way, what you’d expected was for a flash of silver as you handed over his drenched t-shirt. Or maybe that familiar easy smile to warm you up from the icy water.

Literally anything but to find yourself frozen outside the bathroom door, cunt dripping, and ears ringing with the muffled echoes of his pornographic groans.

At first, completely mortified, your fight or flight instinct had kicked in as you realized just what those rhythmic, fucked-out little grunts meant. Only for you to choose neither option - staying rooted to your spot with the utterance of one, simple, word - your name.

Confusion whirls in your mind almost as much as the throbbing in your cunt, knees weakening. Heart thumping louder and louder in your ears at each whine of your name. Shivers running down your spine - all the way to your wet cunt as it really sets in that this was Choso. And he was fucking his fist in your bathroom. To you.

And you didn’t mind?

In fact, you find yourself leaning against the door, thighs squeezing together - mere inches away from where you imagined him slumped against it. Soft strands sticking to his forehead, cock hot and heavy, aching for release. Ragged breathing as if caught off guard by the intensity of his own pleasure. Broken whispers of your name leaving him over and over-

Really, you know you should give him your privacy. But if the white-hot ropes of pleasure running up your spine are anything to go by then, well, is it really that bad?

You have half the mind to just reach down down down - just a little release. Almost jealous of Choso-

Click!

You’re sure you could rival Usain Bolt with the way you ran down those stairs. Cheeks flaring, his damp t-shirt still clutched tightly in your hand. Mind racing with only one thought - this little fuck wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

---

You can barely remember what transpired after your little discovery. You couldn’t decide who looked more dazed - you or Yuji, who was being practically dragged out that front door as Choso exited hastily with vague mentions of baking and cookies

And in the ringing silence that followed after that front door slammed, you couldn’t help the smirk that found itself onto your face. This was going to be fun.

But if there’s anything you’ve learned about Choso - it’s that even after twenty-something years on planet Earth, that man can not take a hint.

You somewhat had an inkling after the fifth time you decided to sunbathe in just a skimpy bikini at exactly when you knew he’d be watching. Well, you might not have gotten any reaction other than an extremely flushed face at the window, but at least you knew he’d have more very fun bathroom breaks.

Hell, one time you even bought ice lollies for the whole house - but especially Choso. Making sure those dark eyes followed every lick and trail of it dripping down your fingers under the scorching summer sun. Ultimately resulting in nothing more but a heavy gulp and for his ice lolly to hit the grass faster than it could even begin to melt. 

Ugh, should you get your brother to start another water fight? That went down well last time. 

It’s only after another failed attempt at trying to get him alone and a few hours of deliberating whether you should ship your interrupting brother off on a cruise too that you realize you have to get out the big guns.

“The big guns” being stealthily organizing a sleepover for your brother at the Itadoris, then inviting Choso over for a movie night. Simple, right? And, well, if anyone asked, you could just say the movie just so happened to be rated R. 

It wasn’t too hard to convince your brother that a sleepover with Yuji would be the best thing since sliced bread. The excitement in his voice palpable as he agreed, not suspecting a thing.

You just didn’t think it would be even easier to convince Choso to come over with a simple playful text of “Netflix no chill. Haha jk…unless?” But then again, when has Choso not surprised you?

And that night, as your brother eagerly headed off to Yuji’s place, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt - but, hey, it was for a good cause, right? 

It’s a win-win either way - your brother gets to spend the night with a friend and you get to be here, so achingly close to Choso on that couch. So close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, stealing glances at his sharp profile as the conversation flows easily about the movie playing on screen.

Shifting ever-so-slightly closer, electricity crackling between you two was palpable. You smile in anticipation, after all - you weren’t lying about the movie being rated R.

Now, Choso certainly didn’t come over to your house tonight expecting a wholesome rerun of Cars 2. However, he also wasn’t expecting the blockbuster action movie to suddenly unfold into something so steamy.

Goddamn lecherous directors and their goddamn pervy movies.

Eyes firmly trained on the ground, instead of the actress currently fake-moaning dramatically onscreen, Choso tries to ignore the subtle shift of your hips or the way the temperature in the room has currently increased by about 10 degrees. Or the way your moans would sound a million times prettier in his ears.

Alas, Choso was not a strong man, and he especially tries to will away the blood rushing straight to his cock right now - but how could he? You were such a vision of temptation, so close and warm and close to him on the couch.

This was absolute torture. 

“God, this is so painfully fake. Don’t you think so?” your voice rips through the deafening silence between you two, tone careful and balanced, startling Choso out of his little reverie.

His eyes flicker hastily to meet yours, and for a moment, he seems caught off guard by your sudden interruption. “Oh, yeah.” voice rough with a hint of nervousness. “I’ve seen better performances in middle school plays.”

You nod, the tension between you thickening as you lock eyes. “I mean, who even writes this stuff?” you continue, leaning in even closer to Choso, words positively dripping in sarcasm. “It’s like they’ve never actually had sex before.”

Choso lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he shifts subtly in his seat - but not subtly enough. Because you catch the way he desperately tries to adjust his now-uncomfortably tight pants. Success. 

“Yeah, exactly,” he clears his throat, ripping his gaze away from yours.

You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - exactly where you wanted him. 

A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through your veins, and you lean even closer to the man. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two - you relish in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. 

“Choso, just a thought.” you hum casually, lips mere inches from his ear. “Wanna recreate the scene better?”

His breath hitches at your words, muscles rippling so deliciously beneath your touch. “Do you know what you’re saying?” he rumbles, lowly. Eyes darkened and unreadable.

You smile, heart pounding against your chest as your lips brush against his earlobe. “Absolutely.”

It was like something snapped.

Because then he’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him. Because goddammit you haven’t spent the last month sneaking glances at those pretty lips for nothing.

Movie completely forgotten, Choso is warm under your touch - all sculpted chest and urgent pulses as his lips kiss you dizzyingly. Groaning lowly as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

He breathes you in with an infectious desperation that bleeds into his hands, wandering every inch of your skin - as if he didn’t have enough time. And he probably didn’t. Distantly, Choso thinks that no time in the world would be enough to absolutely fucking wreck you the way he wanted to.

Large, hurried hands grope your chest, squeezing so teasingly in a way that almost made you think he was trying to feel out what bra you were wearing - lacy pink. His favorite, of course.

You minx.

Urgently tugging the hem of your tight shirt over your arms, Choso tosses it god-knows-where. Mouth watering as he pulls away to greedily take in the heavenly view of your heaving chest - the same one he’s shamelessly fucked his fist to for too long.

God, you were perfect. With a soft, little oh! Choso leans down to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach. Nipping, and tugging lightly. Relishing in the way you whine for his lips again.

Threading a hand through his soft hair, you lightly pull him back to you. Breath fanning his face, lips ghosting over his own.

“Kiss me, you fool.”

And, well, Choso didn’t have to be asked twice. Molding his mouth against yours once more. Letting your lips part, you intertwine your tongue so sinfully with his. He tastes just like he looks - so intoxicatingly delicious.

With a breathy sigh, he lightly taps the curve of your ass. Hands lingering for far longer than necessary, kneading the flesh in a way that has your skin searing. 

You get the signal. Urgently, you loop your legs around his waist. “Choso- bed.” you whisper, muffled in-between kisses. “Now.”

Shivers run down your spine at the way he chuckles darkly, “Honestly, sweetheart. I don’t even hah- know if we’ll make it there.” Mumbling against your lips, “Would you kill me if I take you right here right now?”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t fucking do something.” you hiss, words dripping in desperation. Ah, but Choso, ever the merciful man, shuts up whatever other retort on the tip of your tongue with his own. Kissing you with almost-bruising intensity as he gets up from his seat. Strong arms securely wrapped underneath you, holding you flush against his warm skin.

Choso doesn’t pull away even once as he hastily makes the route to your room. And honestly, with the speed at which your back hits the soft mattress, bouncing at the sheer force at which you two fell on top, you wouldn’t even be surprised if he teleported there.

Now safely in the confines of your room, you all but rip off Choso’s snug t-shirt. Those familiar obscene nipple piercings winking at you under the dim lighting in greeting. 

“Always wanted to do this.” you murmur, surging forward as if on autopilot. Lips latching delicately onto the pretty pink nipples, tasting the cold metal on your tongue. 

“Oh- oh, fuck. A-always knew you had a thing hah- f’my piercings, sweetheart.” Choso breathes out, letting you have your fun. His favorite bra now at the foot of your bed. Fingers deftly sneaking under your skirt, blood rushes straight to his cock as he feels the positively soaked state of your panties - if you could even call them that. 

Sanity snapping, he immediately flings off your skirt. Throwing it somewhere across the room with no care or concern for where it ends up. All so he could look down at oh-

Oh god, if you had to describe Choso’s face as he takes in the sight before him - it would be absolutely losing his sanity. Your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing - all for him.

Strings of slick trail down your thighs as Choso hooks one, long finger under your slutty g-string, tugging impatiently.

You keen as the cold air hits your dripping cunt. Yet Choso’s eyes stay locked hungrily on the sticky fabric intertwined around his fingers “Guess you were expecting this, huh?” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. 

Scoffing, you buck your hips up for something - anything. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since that first night I hit on you, y’know,” you admit, the heady air of your room melting away any reservations you had previously. 

And that seems to snap Choso out of his trance - eyes flickering over to you, darkened with something so carnal that it makes your cunt throb. “Oh yeah?” he mumbles, swiftly stuffing the g-string in his pocket before leaning down, hot breath hitting your ear. “Now, what was that pick-up line you were gonna say that night?” 

You gasp in embarrassment, heat flooding to your cheeks at the memory. “Wha- that doesn’t matter. I was drunk and-”

Smack!

The delicious sting on your ass hits you before the realization that Choso smacked you. He smacked you. Even later do you realize that you like it - slick beading so obscenely at your sloppy hole.

“What was it, sweetheart?”

You shudder at the tone that leaves no room for argument. The words tumbling out of you as Choso caresses soothingly over the handprint on your ass. “I- it’s stupid. I was gonna say that I’m down to sit on your face, baby.”

“Thought so,” he grins, pulling away from the dizzying proximity. Shifting - well, more like manhandling - you to flip positions. 

God, you could almost sink into his muscles as he lays back on your bed. Voice low and dangerous as he utters words that go straight to your dripping pussy, “Now, sit on m’face.”

And before you know it, you find yourself hastily straddling Choso’s pretty face. Hands snaking down his milky abs, lips kissing along his tattoos, catching purposefully on his sensitive nipples. 

Warm breath fanning your quivering cunt, he reaches up to cup your ass, nudging your needy core to his mouth. Kneading. Groping. 

Not stopping his ministrations even when your slick oozes slowly, torturously through your swollen folds and onto his awaiting tongue. A maddening drip! drip! drip! ringing in your ears above your thundering heartbeat.

Choso groans at the mouthwatering sight above him. You - spread so shamefully open for him and clenching around nothing. 

“Luckily for you, sweetheart, wanted you to sit on m’face ever since I saw you.” sweet juices flowing down his throat, words muffled against your throbbing lips. 

He barely even gets the words out before he’s surging forward. Licking a long, languid stripe up your heated folds. Again. And again. Faster at the pretty moans that spill from your lips.

Pushing his tongue in between your slit, past that first, tight ring of muscle. Bullying it deeper and deeper. Chin pressing against your throbbing clit, ravaged at each movement of his face. 

He caresses your warm walls, relishing so filthily at the way you clamp down on him in surprise. “Hngh- oh shit, baby. Ah-”

Your sweet moans are music in his ears and shit - you called him “baby”. It’s as if every wet dream he’s ever had has come to life as Choso dips in and out at a ruthless pace. Pulling out to tease your dripping entrance, pushing past mercilessly into your plushy walls. In and out in and out in and out-

His cock strains so painfully against his pants at the way your sloppy hole sucks his tongue in so obscenely - almost as if it hurts to part. Tongue fucking you the way he wishes he could with his cock right now.

“Oh- Hah- Choso! Fuck, baby. S’good.” your body arches into his absolutely depraved tongue. 

Desperate whines spilling incessantly from your mouth at the way he quirks his tongue up just right to graze that spot he knew would have you grinding down on him for more. “Ah! Right there - jus’ like that!”

As if he knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to break you. You almost don’t notice the mindless, shallow little thrusts of his hips into your open palm. Almost.

Eyes snapping open at the tremors, you reach a hand across his quivering thighs. All the way down towards the very obvious dark patch on his pants - right where his furiously hard tip was leaking thick, relentless precum that made your mouth water. 

Oh, how you’d kill to taste him - see if the rest of him is as intoxicating as his mouth is.

So you do. 

Choso was so pussy-drunk in-between your thighs that you think he barely notices the way you fumble with his belt. Shakily pulling those pants down just enough to glimpse the rock-hard erection that those boxers do nothing to hide. 

“Shit,” you whisper, voice strained with need. 

You always imagined Choso had a big cock - but this was ridiculous. Your pussy clenches in both nervousness and anticipation as you imagined the delicious stretch of him splitting you apart on it. Breaking you. 

And that’s probably when Choso notices - you clamping down so filthily on his tongue. 

“Oh?” he rasps, voice sending white-hot vibrations of pleasure right up your spine. “Didn’t think you were so desperate for my cock, sweetheart. Gon’ make me cum, hm?”

Now, you’ve always thought of yourself as a woman of action rather than empty words. Which is probably why you urgently pull down his boxers. Choso’s painfully hard erection springs out, hitting his lower abs. 

You take a moment to admire the long, heavy cock in your hands - a deliciously pretty pink on top, furiously leaking glistening precum. Saliva pooling in your mouth - you shove it as far down your throat as you possibly could. 

Oh, how many times in his life has Choso imagined this moment right here. In the shower, right before bed, right after waking up too. You’re really a dream come to life. 

A startled, strangled moan of your name leaves Choso’s kiss-bitten lips as you take him all in one go. Only to pull back and spit once- twice on his throbbing cock. The steady stream of spit cool - followed so maddeningly by the warm heat of your mouth once more. You start up a torturous, filthy pace bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

He strains his head to catch a glimpse - even just one - of your nose pressed against his pelvis. Breathing in the heady scent at the tufts of hair at the bottom, already wet with precum and spit. His dirty girl. 

Popping off with a lewd squelch, “Feels good, baby?”

“Feels perfect.”

But he wasn’t gonna fall far behind.

Immediately attaching his lips with yours once more, Choso dives nose-deep in your dripping cunt. Rolling your throbbing clit in between his lips. Flicking his tongue along the sensitive bud in a way that makes your head feel so light. He alternates between a slow, languid torture on your clit and fucking into you unforgivingly.

Your movements stutter as you teasingly lick at his sensitive slit. The salty flavor of his precum is probably your favorite taste now. That bastard.

Reaching down, you cup his heavy balls, massaging the tender flesh in harsh, hasty circles that match your mouth down his length - up and down up and down up and-

Muffled moans and lewd squelching filling the heated room. A rhythmic, sinful cadence that both of you were losing your sanity to. Movements more frantic now. Desperate to make the other cum. Desperate to be first.

Letting out soft, raw grunts, Choso fucks up his throbbing erection into your mouth. Your eyes water as his tip abuses the back of your throat. And it makes you wish you could see how messy he looked right now. All smudged eyeliner and slick-glossed lips. 

Gagging around him, a mixture of drool and precum drips sinfully down the corner of your mouth as you increase your pace, pooling messily on his lower abs. Sloppy - so sloppy.

So it only made sense that your orgasms were the same. 

Pleasure dizzyingly overwhelming, you gush around Choso’s mouth with a stifled squeal. Stars behind your eyes, vision blurring, mind blanking - the only things you register being the languid tongue lapping up at your sweet juices and the guttural groan of what sounds like your name as Choso shoots thick, hot spurts of his cum down your throat. 

Throat burning as the salty taste fills your senses, you milk his cock for more more more- his dick pulsing and stuttering in your mouth. Cum staining the fresh sheets below - a problem for later. 

Right now all you were focused on was riding out your high, grinding almost animalistically on Choso’s pretty face. 

You’ve barely removed yourself from him with a lewd pop! before Choso’s wrestling you back onto the mattress. Two fingers squishing your cheeks into an embarrassing pout, cold rings digging into your skin. The other hand snaking in between your thighs to play with your still-twitching cunt. 

“Didn’t say we were done yet, sweetheart.” he mutters. You weren’t done - no, far from it. Because fuck a refractory period - both of you were going to take all you could get.

And before you can think of anything else, Choso is leaning down, hand prying your lips apart for him into a brutal kiss. Teeth clashing, lips bruising. He forces his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself before you barely get a chance to taste him as well. 

“Hah- fuck-” you flinch as he swears into your bruised lips. “So fuckin’ sweet. You taste so good sweetheart.” The sheer debauchery and ache of his cock too much for him. 

Tasting him. Tasting you. Both a heady flavor that leaves you yearning for more. 

You bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation, relishing in the drawn-out groan that rumbles into your mouth at this. The kiss is feral. It’s animalistic. It leaves you feeling so fucking dirty. 

And you barely recognise the dazed, predatory glint in Choso’s eyes as he pulls away, his mind clearly miles away as he spits once. Twice. Three times on your face.

The wads of saliva and cum hit your face with a warm, wet jolt. You whine at the way it seeps into your skin, dripping down your cheeks so fucking obscenely. Pooling at the sheets below in a way that makes you feel sorry for whoever had a shift at the laundromat tomorrow.

“Now, what do we say, sweetheart?”

A fucked-out, delirious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you realize - yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Thank you.”

Not even when Choso lets out a dark chuckle, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders and manhandling you so that you’re splayed out so shamefully for him. Dripping cunt spread for his greedy gaze and clenching around nothing - aching for him. Begging for him.

Not even when he lines up his still-rock hard cock at your entrance, tip - angry and red - weeping so desperately as he nudges at your sloppy hole. Dragging his head along your folds collecting every bead of slick, just grazing your pulsing clit. Every muscle in your body trembling and anticipating what was to come.

You mewl at the stretch as he presses in - deliciously painful, boderling insane, and exactly what you wanted right now. Splitting you apart on his throbbing cock. 

And especially not when he bottoms out inside you in one, harsh thrust. Burying himself inside your sloppy walls till his twitching balls smack against your ass. 

“Ah- hngh- oh fuckkk.” you keen in both pain and pleasure - broken, raw moans leaving you uncontrollably. But not for long, because suddenly Choso’s shoving two ringed fingers in your mouth, bullying their way inside till you’re gagging and moaning around them. 

Pressing right at that spot on the back of your tongue that makes your eyes tear up so prettily. Hey, if he couldn’t see you choking on his cock properly, the least he could do is see you choking on his fingers, right?

“Now now, wouldn’t want anyone else to hear, hm? Our brother’s would get worried.” he chuckles. Pure, dark amusement in his eyes as he takes in your swollen lips, the teartracks down your cheeks, how utterly beautiful and debauched you look underneath him. So much better than any lust-hazed imagination of his.

And yet, even when you’re being gagged and split apart on his cock, you find it in yourself to be mouthy. Words muffled around his thick fingers as you raise a brow. “There’s no one else home, though?.”

The corners of Choso’s lips lift into a devilish grin, “The neighbors, sweetheart.”

His tone is teasing, but there’s an undercurrent of seriousness that sends a chill down your spine. He’s just joking, right? Right?

“Wha-”

And probably because he was losing his patience - and partly to shut you up - Choso begins to move.

Pushing past the resistance, beginning to fuck into you in shallow, uncontrollable movements of his hips. Just little motions to get him off, groaning at how sinfully tight you were - the way you were sucking him up so good.

Next time, Choso thinks, reaching down a hand to draw tight, little circles on your poor, abused clit - next time he’ll fuck you right. Hours upon hours of teasing you so you don’t know what it feels like when you’re empty without him. 

But fuck does he think he could just about pass out right now.

There’s no going back now. Choso fucks you in a way that makes you feel so deliciously filthy. Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. Thrusts positively savage.

Pulling all the way back so that his leaking tip just barely kisses your sloppy entrance, slamming down down down, Choso fucks you at a merciless pace. Relishing the delicious stretch of your cunt as he thrusts into you with a desperation that surpasses the need for reason. 

“Sh-shit, sweetheart. God, s’tight. better than I ever could’ve imagined.” he moans breathlessly, brows furrowing, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of you milking the absolute soul out of him just too much.

“Oh, yeah- wanted this for so long-”

You yelp every time he rams his cock into you, the smacking of his toned pelvis against your thighs stinging almost as deliciously as his tip kissing your cervix. The obscene slapping of skin on skin makes your cheeks burn - both pairs as his heavy balls smack against your ass each time he shoves his throbbing cock into you.

And because you can’t leave him alone, of course, you find your nails digging harshly into his muscled shoulders. 

Pulling him impossibly closer. You want more. You need more. 

Maybe you say those words out loud - you don’t even know anymore, too delirious and cock-drunk from Choso and your last orgasm and Choso - because his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, mouth falling open into a small oh. Your cunt twitches at the surprised, fucked-out little laugh that leaves him,  “More? My sweetheart wants more?”

And, as you’ve come to learn with Choso - anything you want, you will get. 

“Then fucking- take it.” he grunts lowly, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust of into your plush walls that sends both of you spiraling deeper and deeper into insanity.

And God does he make you take it. Every inch of him fills you, stretching you beyond your limits - both your cunt and your senses as he leans down to bury his head into your neck, hips moving so sloppily, hiking your leg further up his shoulder. The change in angle making you see stars.

Your hips buck up in tandem with his, uncontrollable little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. You whimper in pleasure and overstimulation into the heady room, “Yes. Yes yes yes- wan’ cum. Need more. Need you-”

“Fuck- Hngh-” is all he manages to gasp out, pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock. Choso’s balls twitch almost painfully as they keep smacking your ass. Brain still not keeping up with his body because shit, this is all he’s wanted for years, the least he could do is make you cum before him.

“Sh-shit, sweetheart.” he rasps into your heated skin, “So close- m’ so close.”

You all but sob at his words, “M’too- hngh- ah, m’gonna cum, baby.”

You didn’t expect the petname to be what breaks him, but then again you didn’t think there was anything more left to break. Because Choso groans gutturally, cock twitching inside you “Shit, you’re driving m’crazy, y’know that?”

“I know.” you mewl, voice breaking at the way he increases his frenzied pace on your clit. You could barely even call them circles, just filthy little movements to get you closer and closer to the edge. So close. You writhe beneath him, desperate for release.

And what you didn’t expect was for Choso to connect his sweaty forehead with yours. You take a second to admire just how beautiful he is - all smudged eyeliner, tousled hair, your release still shining on the lower half of his face, and yours. All yours. You could probably stare at the sight forever.

Choso’s hot breath fans your face as he moans breathlessly against your lips, words slurring together as he ruts into you mindlessly, “Always did, y’know?”

“I know.”

“No- y’don’t hah- understand, I- for so long fuck- I-”

“Choso, just kiss me.”

And then you’re kissing him. And he’s kissing you like you’re the most precious thing on Earth. A slow, tender little dance that doesn’t match the way he rams his cock inside you. 

And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - clamping down desperately on the harsh, jerky movements of his glistening cock that fuck you so sinfully like his little slut. 

White-hot pleasure runs down your spine, or maybe that was Choso - painting your insides the prettiest white you’ve ever seen. Shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed into your waiting pussy. A creamy ring forming around his base as he spills his cum into your snug cunt as he moans against your lips.

It’s messy. It’s sloppy. And as Choso fills you to the brim, hips still unforgiving, seed dribbling out of your dripping pussy at the way it was so overfilled - you think that it’s all you could ever want. 

As his cock twitches finally, exhaustedly - and you distantly wonder how the fuck it isn’t seizing up - Choso collapses onto you, thoroughly fucked-out. Finally pulling out with an obscene squelch, you hiss lowly at the pool of cum that forms beneath you. Gushing out of you sinfully. 

A weighty silence in the air as you both try to catch your breaths.

In the haze of your orgasm you realize that even after all that transpired, he still isn’t laying his full bodyweight on you.

Too afraid to break you.

To break whatever this tender little understanding in the air was.

And it makes some part of your heart clench so delightfully. Subconsciously, you thread a hand through his damp hair, breathing in that familiar smell of vanilla and sunshine - and the heady scent of something so Choso. It makes you intertwine your body so impossibly close with his, not knowing where one of you ends and the other starts.

“My parents are coming home tomorrow.” you start, casually. 

“Mhm. But I’ll still be around here, sweetheart.” Choso rumbles into the crook of your neck. Kissing soothingly over the marks he’d made in the heat of the moment - some carnal little part of him proud of the way you looked like you were fucking thrown to a pack of wolves. 

Words hiding a tense little fear beneath them as you probe further. Something prickly and scared rolling around in your stomach. “For babysitting?”

“Nope.”

Settling deeper into the covers, basking in the afterglow of him. You know you should get up and clean, but right now this was all you wanted. And maybe no other words were needed. 

“God, am I glad your parents aren’t home.” 

Except maybe those. 

You chuckle as you pull back to stare into those deep, dark eyes. Cheeks flaring at the tender little warmth in them much more than they had when he was fucking you so sinfully. A devious idea coming to mind - because now that you got a taste, you were absolutely hooked.

Choso Kamo was absolutely intoxicating.

“Well, we still have time so how about-”

A distant click!

“Honey, we’re home~!”

Shit.

A/N. Fun fact this was originally supposed to be called Timeout! but it was giving too much me during beep test.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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[reptilequeen2000]

I’m so tired of the distance I’m so tired of the loneliness eating away at me

#I’m trying to be brave for us I swear #but it hurts so much #I was only able to do it before because I thought it would be the last time #my heart can’t take it #all I do now is wait and miss you #I can’t take care of myself I can’t eat I can’t get out of bed #I wonder if you’ll notice I’m still losing more weight #you didn’t notice before why would you now #I see you cringe slightly whenever you walk into my room and it’s a mess #you never say anything and I get it #but I wish you’d see me struggling and try to help instead of just not saying anything #please just do SOMETHING #I know you can’t just wait for people to notice and I should ask for for help when I need it #but for fucks sake I lost 20 pounds in a month and you said NOTHING #how do I get your attention #how do I get you to notice anything #I fell right back into my eating disorder this autumn at an alarming speed to the point where everyone else around me has noticed #if they didn’t notice I wasn’t eating they noticed how different I look #and you’re the only one who somehow didn’t notice until I told you they wanted to send me back to treatment if it continues to progress #I’m not blaming you for it but fuck you’re my boyfriend you should be the first to notice #you know I’m without a therapist right now too #I I feel like I have to beg for you to think of me #i know youre tired after work but I’m losing my mind over here #I felt less lonely when I was single this isn’t fair #things to talk to my therapist about