POISON
ain’t nothin’ better for me now, than your poison baby..
this is an original work and was written and published by @dsiiresluvsu on tumblr. this is my work, do not steal.
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cw!!- perv!chosokamo x fem!reader, panty stealing, switchy(?), facesitting, edging (sort of), unprotected sex, piv, creampie, NOT proofread, 2.4k wc, mdni!
when choso kamo received an email saying he’d soon be rooming with someone else, he didnt expect you to be so…
bitter.
“ugh.” you rapped on his door. music was blasting from chosos door while you were on the phone, and it was disrupting your conversation. “is that what you waanntt? youuuuu…” you heard maki sing along to the lyrics. you shot her a glare through the camera while she giggled. you knocked once again, harder and louder this time. “i swear if he doesnt open up right now i-”
“huh?” choso questioned as he opened the door. he towered over you, was shirtless, toned abs glistening, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, hanes boxers peeking from underneath. his black hair was down and damp, instead of his usual ponytails, partially covering his brown droopy eyes. it was quite obvious he had finished showering, the smell of strong cologne filling your nostrils. “um, i…” you shook your head, attempting poorly to keep your composure. “look, im on the phone. could you please turn your, er, emo, loser music down?” you sneered.
“oh, sure..” he mumbled, closing the door behind him. you rolled your eyes in disbelief, returning to your room.
choso lowered the volume on his “emo” music, then sat back in his gaming chair, continuing his business. before you had disrupted him.
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“mmgh, haah~” he moaned. he had just finished showering, now laying in bed with his cock in one hand, and your lacy white panties in another. he pumped his hand on his length, squeezing slightly, trying to imitate the tightness of your cunt. he brought his pantied filled hand up to his nose, taking in your wonderful scent. again, wishing it was you. wishing it was you sitting on his face. oh, he'd eat you so good, you'd stop with that bitchy attitude of yours. stop treating him like this, acting so hard to get. choso could feel himself getting close, picking up the pace while stroking his cock.
bang bang bang! he shot up in his bed, dropping everything, startled. he could make out your voice behind the door, getting up and hurrying to put his boxers and sweats back on. he heard your knocks once more, interrupting them by opening his door. your annoyed expression told him everything, but was he even paying attention to your words? no. not at all. his eyes laid upon your beautiful figure, your white tank hugging your tits perfectly, gray sweatpants that contoured your hips and thighs. his eyes moved up towards your perfect lips, blabbering away about some “phone….loser music…down?” he zoned back in, nodding. “oh. sure.”
fuck. the way you talked to him. it drove him wild. the way you would lecture him for leaving the toilet seat up, yelling when he would leave windows open during the cold hours of the night, sickness surprising you the morning after, and obviously, blasting his loud music. the way your lips fixed when you called him stupid, or a dumbass, it made him feel so small. he loved it. how you made someone as big as him, feel so little compared to yourself.
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choso was gone for the day, leaving you peacefully alone in the shared dorm. you decided to pick up on some chores, you had nothing better to do since you had caught up on all of your due assignments. picking up your soiled clothes, you noticed that a majority of undergarments were missing. you checked high and low, behind the washer and dryer, underneath your bed, everywhere.
except for one place. chosos bedroom.
you doubted they would be in there, but you had to go into there anyways to pick up his dirty laundry. you opened his door, his sweet smell hitting your nose. his room was surprisingly neat, his bed was made, carpet was vacuumed, night stand was littered with a gum wrapper and two books. his gaming chair was tucked neatly into the desk, clothing hamper next to it, halfway filled with his clothing.
you picked it up, about to leave his room when a white cloth caught your eye. it was peeking from his desk drawer, with a familiar lacy patterning. what the hell?! are those…my panties? you thought to yourself. opening the drawer a bit farther, you realized..they were. the same missing panties you were looking for. your heart raced, thoughts whizzing in and out of your mind. those same thoughts paused when you heard the door behind you click open.
“w-what are you doing?”
“i could ask you the same thing!” you shrieked. “you stole my panties! youre- youre a freak!” you yelled at him, furious. “i, um… look i can explain..” choso stammered, a red blush creeping on his cheeks. his hands became clammy as sweat beads dripped down his face, onto his eyebrow piercings. “yeah? then fucking explain this!” you walked up to him, shoving your panties into his face. “you stealing my panties? what are you, some kind of perv-”
chosos lips stole your voice, making you quiet immediately. his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, whimpering into the kiss. pulling away, you looked at his face, scanning his expression. his hungry eyes bored into yours, lips quivering.
“i-i’m sorry, ‘really am..” he whined. you could feel something poking your stomach. was that..you looked down. yep. “you’re really hard? ugh, you really are a freak.” you said. instead of being annoyed, you were surprisingly turned on, cursing yourself. you shoved him onto his bed, his legs spread while he sat back. his pants made it easy to make out the large imprint of his member. damn, how big is he?! you stared in awe, taking in the sight before you. “is something wrong?” he murmured nervously, his chest heaving. “no...you said you're really sorry right?” you asked him, an idea popping into your head. “y-yes ma’am, im sorry n’ i promise it wont happen again..” he stuttered. “then prove it.”
you kneel down before him, bringing down the waistband of his pants. his boxers perfectly outlined the length and thickness of his restrained cock. placing your hand on it, you slowly started to stroke him through his underwear. choso let out a whiny sigh, locking his eyes on you, feeling his body tense. you tugged off his boxers, his member freeing itself at last. the first thing that caught your eye was his swollen, reddish pink tip, beads of precum dripping. the base of his cock was stiff, a vein or two decorating it. it wasn’t too big lengthwise, but god his girth was incredible. you took him in your hands and started lapping at the tip, earning a breathy whine from his parted lips. you started going faster, feeling his tip start to pulsate against your tongue. “fuck, m’gna.. cumm..” choso groaned. you knew this, but instead of letting him feel the sweet sensation of relief, you stopped.
“w-wha..? why’d you stop?..”
“this is your punishment for stealing my panties, loser. hopefully itll teach you a lesson or two.” you told him. “now, kneel on the floor and open your mouth…”
choso obeyed almost immediately, opening his mouth at your request. you slid off your shorts, revealing your bare pussy. as much as you tried to hide it, choso noticed that it was practically sopping wet. aligning yourself with his mouth, you sat on his face, a moan abruptly leaving your lips. choso wasted no time and got to work.
he was no pro, but he had been with a few girls before to know a bit about what he was doing. he flicked his tongue against your bud, swirling circles around the sensitive little spot. you cooed in pleasure, grabbing his hair, trying to force his tongue deeper into your hole to relieve the ache down there. your juices coated his chin, slowly dripping down his neck. you were so messy, but choso didn’t care. he dreamed of having you on top of him like this, groaning and whining on his mouth. you started to shake a little, but he grabbed a tight hold of your plush thighs to balance you. looking down, you saw his deep brown eyes, pooling into yours, filled with lust and hunger. he then started sucking at your clitoris, making your whole body shiver with pleasure. your heart started racing and you could feel your breath hitching. you were close. so close to cumming into the mouth of your roommate who you swore you hated. everything about it felt so naughty.
“r-right there cho..” you cried out, as he ghosted his tongue along your pretty pussy. he was surprised at this new nickname choice you had came up with for him. cho…that’s a first.
“m’close..im gonna-“ you shut your eyes as tight as you could, hips bucked into his mouth as you reached your peak. choso quickly drunk it up, savoring your sweet taste. “mmm, you taste s’good, miss..” choso murmured, making your cheeks flush. you released his hair from the tight grasp of your palms, and dismounted his face. you now sat on top of him, in a straddling position, rubbing your still sensitive area against his. circling your hips against him earned you a soft hiss of pleasure from his mouth.
“you want me to put it in?” you teased, holding his tip just infront of your entrance. choso nodded, his greedy eyes rolling back a bit. “well, you’ve been so naughty lately.. i need to hear you say it. tell me how badly you want to be inside of me..” you purred into his ear.
“i wanna be in you so badly, miss. need to feel how tight and warm you are, please ma’am.. ill make you feel so good, just pleasee…” the young man pleaded beneath you. he was so needy, so desperate. you slowly started to sink down onto his member, wincing from how thick he was. you were worried he was going to break your insides as he went deeper and deeper, your mouth going agape from how good it felt. choso leisurely started thrusting into you, quickly grabbing ahold of your hips, his cock being swallowed by warmth. you felt him start to mold your walls, the thickness filling your hole up completely.
“mmnagh, you feel so good…” you groaned while feeling your brain turn to mush. chosos cheeks turned a light red, surprised at how quickly you melted infront of him. taking advantage of this, he increased the pace, causing more poorly muffled moans to spill from your mouth, but quickly shutting you up by interlocking his lips on yours. he held your face sweetly, continuing his thrusts, making them slightly faster now. he pulled away, moving his lips onto your neck, sucking slightly.
“w-what are you doing?!” you tried to yell, which failed poorly, making it turn into a moan. his cock rutted in and out of your slit, grazing against your g-spot. “marking my mama..” choso panted heavily.
the sound of your skin slapping against his filled his room, drowning out the music that was playing in the background. rhythmic sounds of pwap, pwap, pwap, rung in your ears, making you clench around him.
“s’t-tight…gonna cum…” he shakily breathed out, long black eyelashes fluttering as his thrusts became sloppier by the second. you felt a tightness in your stomach, indicating that your high was approaching as well.
“mm, me too!…” you gasped, bouncing on his cock, as your vision went hazy. “cum inside of me, p-please.. i need it…” you begged the raven haired man beneath you, making him lose his mind completely. the band in your stomach popped as you rode out your high, feeling chosos essence seep into your sensitive cunt. his eyes rolled back as he thrusted deeply a few more times, making sure his seed wouldn’t drip out of you.
you rested your head onto his shoulder as he did the same, your breaths being the only thing the two of you could hear. choso pecked your cheek as he told you, “you’re so pretty, mama…m’sorry..”
“i-its okay..” you managed to mumbled out, making a small smirk decorate the young mans face.
“maybe i should steal your panties more often then.”
a/n- this was sort of rushed lmao and i didnt proofread this at ALL😭, i hope you all enjoy it though! love you bbs!!
xo, dsiires
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Being with Victor Van Dort
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warnings ✩° : fluff headcanons, no cursing, sweet victor, some implied sexual headcanons but it's not a sexual movie i just LOVE victor so bad ugh i need him, kaicubus british accent.
pairing ✩° : victor van dort x mostly gn!reader
authors note ✩° : nothing is done about him so as usual, i'm stepping up to the plate. tall skinny emo boy IM COMING FOR YOU. why do i want to do more? thinks. i'm trying to get my halloween fics out guys i promise...
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To say Victor would do anything for you in and outside of his power is such an understatement. He has such little power in what he does compared to other people, especially suitable bachelors, but he tries so hard with what he has.
You two meet because your parents need you two to be wed, so of course, he's a stranger. A very kind, and understanding stranger who at times feels like he's so brittle around you he'll break at any second.
He bumps into you? Victor scurries away. You look at him? Victor slams himself into the wall in the process. He kind of loses composure around you.
When he warms up to you eventually, Victor actually talks about his interests a lot. You find out he's an excellent musician, talented in piano and violin, an exceptional artist, and he's an avid reader who enjoys dark poetry.
He's still very insecure about the idea of you loving him or at least liking him, but he'll never bother you with questions because he doesn't want to seem needy (but he is so needy). If his insecurities do get the best of him, Victor will ask gently, "Do you actually like me? If not, I get it. I'm not rich nor strong enough to support and provide for us, I just want to be sure." Of course, you answer him honestly and he's over the moon when you tell him you actually do love him.
Victor notices things about you that no one else would notice, like the amount of moles you have on your left arm, if you prefer crowded areas or not, and if you cut your hair just a few inches to the point where it's not even that noticeable.
Speaking of, if you're ever at a ball or a place where there's a lot of people and you're not comfortable with crowds, Victor will take you away to a secluded area and calm you down from there.
He is overly apologetic. Sometimes it gets slightly annoying with how much he does it, but you never react negatively and always reassure him. Victor will apologize even if you're the one who caused something, blaming it all on himself so you don't feel bad at all.
Victor's love language is surely words of affirmation as he loves to give you endearing complements but also he feels good receiving them. He doesn't expect anything, because that's the least of your worries he thinks, but even so much as a simple flick of his hair and saying how nice it looks that day drives him absolutely mad.
However, when he compliments you, he's never short of charming. Victor catches you off guard sometimes when he reminds you how 'ravishing you look' or 'how you put the stars to shame with your glittering smile.' Usually he draws parallels with you and the stars, moon, sun, or flowers. He always makes you feel seen.
Naturally, as your husband, Victor is protective over you. He's never one to start a fight over a worthless scum trying to flirt with you, but he's not shy to let his presence be known and to grab you by the waist into his thin frame.
Calls you my love, darling, my beloved, and gorgeous.
Loves receiving. Victor will never ask anything of you, sure, but he won't deny it when it happens. He loves being kissed first, he loves being pulled down to kiss you, he loves being marked in hickeys especially on his collar bone, all of that.
One very specific thing is that Victor really enjoys dressing you and putting your makeup on. There's just something about the silent intimacy of sliding on your dress, gliding the thin fabric of tights on, tightening your corset, and delicately lining your lips with a dark, rose red lipstick that he loves so much. Even if he can't do the whole outfit, you'll still allow him to do your makeup or brush your hair.
Victor also likes things a very specific way. Not that he's controlling, he's far from it, but little things like overlined or underlined lipstick makes him fidgety. He'll swipe his thumb over your cupid's bow if that's the case and pretend like nothing happened.
He writes long, lengthy love letters. Sometimes explicit ones if he isn't there with you. He's uh, good at writing!
Victor shivers a lot. Take that as you will.
Loves painting portraits of you.
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