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summary! you've been fucking your fratboy-friend suguru for ages. you've always wanted your relationship to be more than casual sex, but he always shuts that down. then, like a god with a really nice cock, choso, the schools most reliable plug, tries to swoop you out of that assholes grip. you finally have a man who's willing to give you the world, but will suguru fuck that up for you? (SMUTTTT, p in v, oral: f receiving, fingering.) a lil angst, mostly sexy choso tho đ¤đź
"f-fuck! sugu, oh god, i can't!"
your cries only fuel the cocky man to thrust harder, deeper as he grunted like an animal in your ear from behind.
"c'monnn, be a good girl and fucking take it, i know you can, baby." he teased, slapping in and out in long strokes, hitting your womb over and over with each tantalising push.
this arrangement blossomed some time after highschool.
both you and suguru always had a thing for each other, even then. you'd share headphones in class, study late at night until the sun came up, and took on projects together as an excuse to be in one another's presence. gojo and shoko always made fun of you both, calling you love struck idiots with no sense of self respect to just admit you liked eachother.
now, in collage, that wishy washy bond seemed to amplify ten fold, with nothing relationship wise being set in stone but the actions always there. right now, in the form of his relentless pounding.
"please? it's the only way i can fall asleep."Â â
you can hardly hear choso's words, they're muffled into the crook of your neck, but you can hear the desperation in his tone as clear as day. he always gets like this when he's been away... touchy. horny.
"i'm pretty sure i've seen you sleep standing up like a horse," you grumble, trying (and failing) to push the mass of body weight off you. "we just had sex, cho, i've got enough of you inside me as it is. we don't need to cockwarm."
you aren't wrong, he told you he's been 'saving up' for you, and it wasn't an understatement. he's only been away for a week, but you're almost bloating with what feels like a months worth of unspent cum inside of you. you'd think, if he weren't so insistent about keeping you all to himself, that he was trying to fuck a baby into you.
"even better," he lifts his head and looks down at you, his cock already hard again and pressing against your sore thigh. "i can... plug you up. keep it in."
"very unhygienic. do you know anything about PH?"
"what? i don't use that site anymore. it makes my stomach hurt. feels like cheating."
"no, i meanâ" you blink up at your boyfriend. "wait, what?"
"why would i want to watch other people do those things? i'm not a cockholder."
"cuckold, baby."
"i'm not a cuckold."
you can't help the laugh that slips past your lips. it makes choso laugh too, though you're sure he doesn't know why the two of you are laughing.
laughter turns into kisses somehow, as it usually does, and then kisses quickly turn into a wet tongue trailing down the column of your neck. his tongue laves at the juncture of your throat and shoulder, slow and sloppy like it's new skin he's exploring and not the same flesh he's conquered ten times tonight.
"wanna fall asleep inside of you," he pleads. "i'll be so good, i won't move or anything. you'll hardly notice me."
well that's a fucking lie if you've ever heard one. choso is more than big, and has a tendency to force your body to tighten up around him in some twisted biological ploy to keep him inside of you.
still, the idea is appealing. you always find yourself melting into his pleads, especially since he asks so nicely... "fine," you groan. "okay. you can put it back in, but we are going to sleep."
"i promise," he practically moans already pulling one thigh open to fit himself at your entrance. "thank you thank you thank you."
despite having taken him countless times already, you still gasp at the stretch of him pushing inside of you. you wonder if you'll ever get used to it.
he drapes his weight over you once he's buried himself to the hilt and you let out a deep sigh in turn. you can only describe how well he fits inside of you as naturalâlike every inch of him was moulded to fit your heat without fail.
"see?" he whispers against your jaw, kissing the corner of your mouth before tucking his face back into the crook of your neck. "i could stay like this forever."
and for a little while, he does. he relaxes fully, the only indicator of him still being awake is the sweet hums he lets out as you card your fingers through his hair and scratch gently at his scalp. and, despite his weight on top of you, relaxation takes hold quick, and you find yourself drifting off into the comfortable embrace of slumber.
until he moves, of course. his shoulders tense and his face scrunches up against your neck in obvious frustration.
"don't," you keep your eyes shut beneath him. "don't you dare."
he shifts against you, cock twitching where itâs locked deep inside. "butâ"
"choso."
he groans pitifully and lifts his head just enough to look down at you. "i need to move."
"you promised," you crack one eye open to look at the flush decorating his cheeks, visible even in the low light. you try and keep a stern look on your face, but you're already shifting your hips in anticipation. "we need to sleep."
choso's forehead drops down to press against yours. he screws his eyes shut, looking a lot more distraught than need be. "i know, but i..." he swallows hard, and you can feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you, "...i wanna fuck you so bad."
this is a repost from my old deactivated account. i didnât steal this, and if you say otherwise im gonna put unsavoury things in ya bum and make you bark like a dog
chosoâs sooo clingy when youâre on top ૮ę°Ëśŕ¸ ĚËภĚËśęąá
âmmh câmere, baby.â
chosoâs voice cracks into that needy, desperate whine as he yanks you down against his chest, lips crashing into yours while you sink all the way down on his thick, throbbing cock.
his beefy arms lock around your waist like iron bands, hugging you so tight your tits squish against his sweaty skin. you can barely move at first, just grinding slow and deep while he kisses you sloppy, his tongue pushing in like he canât get enough.
âmmhmm, chooo...â you moan into his mouth, your voice needy and breathy, hips rolling in lazy circles that make his fat cock drag along every sensitive spot inside you. the tummy bulge is so obviousâ his cock stretching your belly out with every grind and he groans when he feels it, one big hand sliding down to press right over the outline.
âfuck, baby... look at that, youâre takinâ me so deepâ he whimpers, voice shaking as he sucks hard on your bottom lip. âjust lemme hold you, pretty.. donât move too far, mkay?â his hips twitch up weakly, not trying to fuck you, just needing to feel you clench around him.
you start riding him properly then, lifting up slow before slamming back down, wet squelching sounds filling the room as your creamy pussy swallows his dick over and over.
âmmnghh- chooo, sâbig... feels so goodâ, you gasp loudly, nails digging into his shoulders while you bounce faster. he latches onto your tit immediately, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth with a high, needy whine that vibrates straight to your core.
âmhmm, just like that, prettyâ ride me, fuck, youâre so perfect,â he mumbles around your skin, drool leaking down your chest as he switches to the other one, tongue swirling messy circles.
his hands roam everywhereâ gripping your ass cheeks, sliding up your back, hugging you down again so your bodies stay glued together, no matter how slick and sweaty you are.
youâre dripping all over him. making sooo much mess on his cum-coated shaft, creamy rings of your slick coating his cock every time you lift, strings of it stretching between you when you come back down.
âcho... mâgonna cumâ fuck, youâre so deep, baby.. could feel you in my stomachâ you whined, voice breaking as you grind harder, puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis.
âi know, baby, i know.. cum on my cock, yeah? please, need it sâmuchâ he begs, voice all high and whiny, eyes glassy as he stares up at you. his balls are so tight, slapping wetly against your ass with every bounce, and when you clench down hard he loses it.
âfuckfuckfuck, mâgonna cumâ gonna fill you up, babyâ lemme cum inside hnngh.. fuckââ he babbles and then with a long, broken whimper he unloads inside you, thick hot spurts painting your walls white, overflowing so much it leaks out around his base in creamy white rivulets.
you keep riding him through it, milking every last drop while he hugs you tighter, whimpering softly against your tits. âfuuuck... oh shiiit baby... gonna make me cum again if you- haaahâ
he gave you a one hard thrust from below, hands gripping your ass hard to impale you on his cock even harder, deeper. his legs quivering as he fill you up again right after just cumming...
âcho... sâmuch cum,â you giggle breathlessly, still rocking slow on his oversensitive cock.
he shivers, kissing your collarbone, your neck, your jawâ anywhere he can reach.
âneed more, baby... pleaseâ he whispers, voice all soft even as his cock twitches back to full hardness inside your sloppy pussy.
and then he flips you gently but firmly, pressing his full weight down on you, his cock still buried to the hilt, his thick arms wrapping around you like he never wants to let go.
he hugs you into the mattress, burying his face in your neck while he starts fucking into you, dicking you down senseless.
âfuck, chosoâ mmmnnh yes yes... harder...â you wail, your legs wrapping around his waist, and he obeys instantly, pounding you into the bed so hard, making sure you take every inch of it while clinging so sweetly.
yeah... your boyfriend really is so clingy. and you love it so much.
choso's a sweetheart. he really is. when you're out, with him, in public, girls will fawn over himâmuch to your dismay. but, you don't blame them. your boyfriend has a certain look in those big, brown eyes, and paired with those messy pigtails, he's adorable.
naĂŻve, too, to a certain point. half the time, he doesn't even realize he's being flirted with. some woman could be practically drooling on him, complementing his big, strong arms, and he still wouldn't realize. sure, he doesn't like the way she's touching him (mostly because she isn't you), but he's too nice to push her away.
in public, that is. in private, not quite. not quite the guy, who just months ago, was a raging virginâpeering up at you with the question of how babies were made.
in private, some flip must've been switched. he wasn't anything like that innocent, pure little guy. nope.
"look at you, fucking slut. taking my cockâshitâlike that." you're folded into a cruel mating-press, choso's hands digging into your sides, sure to leave bruises in the morning. his pace is relentless, as he fucks you deeper and harder.
his cock stretches your tight, little pussy hole, knees hooked around his waist. your eyes hit the back of your head, in pure ecstasy. you can't fathom ever being able to respond with anything other than pathetic moans.
"sooo tight f'me," he groans, sweaty bangs plastered to his forehead. choso clicks his teeth, eyes dropping to your lips, swollen from kisses. "open."
all you can do is comply, tongue lolling out. he sharply spits in your mouth, and on instict, you swallow. "haâ whore," he chuckles. "dirty fuckin' cum-rag."
you whine, tears streaming down your face. "looking pretty like that, y'know. you're so much better when you aren't talking," he teases, "jus' making t- those lil' noises."
"choooâ's too much. no- no more," you beg, wanting to pull away from him, though you can't bring forth the strength to.
"shut the fuck up," he mutters, lips coming to crash down onto yours. your noises are muffled, swallowed by his mouth. "you're not going anywhere."
he sinks his teeth into your calf, and you hiss in pain. "pleasepleasepleaseâ can't!"
choso grunts, bucking his hips into you. "yes, you can. you can, and you will."
the second he was cumming hot ropes into you, dick going soft in your snug cunt, he was back to being doe-eyed. panting heavy, he presses a sloppy kiss to your forehead.
and, as if he hadn't just rendered you practically immobile for the next two days, he tilted his head, his voice soft and innocent.
"can we order takeout, baby?"

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Pairing: Choso x Fem Reader
Content: MDNI; smut, piv, kissing, drug use, college au, fluff.
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Choso was the quiet emo boy on campus who never really was trying to be noticed, but always was. By you at least.
In lecture halls he resided at the very back. His hoodie pulled up and his movements were always slow like he was half a second behind the rest of the world. He never really smelled like weed whenever heâd walk past you, which was strange considering his eyes were always bloodshot red and half lidded. You were never quite sure if he was even paying attention until the professor called on him randomly. Heâd always hesitate slightly before his voice carried through the room with the right answer every single time.
You noticed whenever you saw him around campus he always had a different girl lingering somewhere nearby. Girls you never wouldâve paired him with. Loud, quiet, shy, cocky. It didnât seem to matter. The thing that confused you the most was how he didn't seem as interested in them. There were no smiles, hugs, flirts or anything from what you could see. Almost as if he was just there and had let them be there also.
One afternoon after class, two girls yelling snatched your attention and when you turned you could see Choso standing near them leaning against the railing completely disengaged .
âObviously he doesnât want you, get a grip,â the tall blonde snapped. She seemed oddly amused by the argument.
âWhat makes you think he wants you?â the other shot back, you could tell she was trying hard to stand her ground but her voice was unsteady.
They went back and forth, lots of yelling, zero listening, and neither of them noticing that the reason for their argument had already checked out as Choso pushed off the railing and walked away, Straight toward you.
Youâd noticed him before, obviously, but the two of you also had developed this strange habit of locking eyes whenever you passed. Long, unreadable stares. Not lustful, but it lingered too long to mean anything harmless.
Youâd always look away first. Something in your stomach dropped whenever you felt like it was going on for too long, and when he walked past you, he always walked close enough that you caught a faint trace his scent. Leaving you flustered everytime.
â
Today in class, you were being paired in groups of two for a semester long project. As soon as the projector displayed the list of names you searched for yours. Once you finally found it your eyes went to the name directly next to it.
Choso Kamo.
Your heart skipped a beat. Surely it was a mistake. You were probably reading it wrong and accidentally skipped a line.
So you looked again. And again.
Every time, you landed on your name, and looked to the rightâ Choso Kamo.
You turned your head back to look at him. His eyes already being set on you. Even letting off a slight smirk.
Harmless, you told yourself.
Some stoner. Typical fuck boy. So what. No big deal. One thing was for certain though, this was strictly academic. You refused to be one of the women arguing over him in the near future because one wasnât enough for him.
You walked over to the back sliding into the seat beside him.
âWe should meet at the library after class,â you said, forcing your voice to stay neutral.
His eyes dragged over to you as he turned his head. There was a paused before he spoke, everything about the way he moved was unhurried.
âMy dorm is closer,â he replied quietly. It didnât come off as him trying to flirt or be suggestive. Simply an option.
â
Twenty minutes after class. You walked into his dorm. It was tidy and cozy. The air thick with sandalwood, vanilla, and a hint of weed. Nobody actually cared what anyone did here. People have fucked in the stairs before and nobody batted an eye. The school itself was in shambles.
âMake yourself comfortable,â he said, nodding toward the bed.
Absolutely not you thought to yourself as you took a seat at his desk instead as he dragged another chair close to you. You pulled out the agenda and skimmed through it before noticing he was leaning extremely close to you trying to look at the same sheet.
âYou donât have your own?â you snapped looking at him through the corner of your eye. Trying to hide the fact that you were flustered by how near he was.
âArenât we working together?â he murmured. He said grinning ever so slightly.
You exhaled before turning your focused back on the paper.
âYou think we should start with the outline first?â
âYeah,â you said quickly. âThat makes sense.â
âWhatâs your deal?â He said.
You turned to him. âWhat?â
âWhy are you so guarded.â
âIâm not.â Your voice betrayed you letting it be known how much more flustered you were getting by the second.
He ignored you. Rolling away to grab his bag, pulling out a binder, sliding a paper beside yours.
âI already made one.â
You scanned it. It was perfect, well structured, and way better than you thought.
âWe can use this.â You said still trying, and failing, to sound nonchalant.
Then he casually reached for his rolling tray sitting it down on the desk.
âYouâre kidding.â You said tilting your head towards his.
âWhat? They donât care.â
âYou canât even start the assignment without getting high?â
âI can,â he said calmly. âWhy should I though.â
âIt doesnât mess with your focus?â You asked squinting your eyes.
âNoâ he said firmly. âIf anything youâre a bigger distraction.â He said. You ignored him turning back to your paper as he focused on rolling.
You tried very hard to ignore the way you could feel him watching you from his peripheral while licking his backwood, his tongue dragging slowly over it as he licked the edge of the blunt.
âYou smoke?â He asked.
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For the most part thats how most times went whenever you had to work on the assignment. As time passed, the two of you grew closer and it was easier being around him than you thought. He would find the most slickest ways to flirt with you. Subtle comments heâd always say like it was casual or harmless but the both of you knew exactly what it meant.
You were set on this being strictly academic with getting high as a bonus. You were sure he just got a rise out of fucking with you. Besides, anything with him was a disaster waiting to happen. So youâd rather not indulge.
He was a little rough around the edges but overall you could tell his nature was very soft and sweet and the two of you shared more interests than you thought you would.
Music and even show wise. Some days the two of you would have ptv playing in the background while sprawled over his bed in your own worlds just doing nothing after completing your work and getting fried. The two of you never admitting it but obviously enjoying each other's company. Today had been one of those days. Only thing wasâ you were ovulating and having a hard time fighting it.
Especially with Choso in your vicinity. You thought you had a good grip. That you could handle being around him and control yourself. The man was hot as fuck you just couldnât allow yourself to get caught up in his antics.
âItâs hot as fuck,â Choso complained, voice rough with irritation as he pushed himself up on the opposite side of the bed. He tugged at his hoodie and pulled it up and over his head. You glimpsed at him for a moment and froze one you got a glimpse of his abs.
He was always in hoodies no matter the weather. You really never thought too much of it.
The gasp that escaped you was louder than you meant it to be, cutting through the silence.
Choso paused as his eyes flicked toward you.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, brows furrowing in confusion.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
âN-Nothing, IâjustâŚâ You stumbled over the words. You tried to look anywhere but him, suddenly fixed on the floor, the sheets, the wallâ anything that wasnât the way he looked sitting there.
You glanced back to notice he wasnât shirtless, nope. He had a tank top on that left barely anything to the imagination. His arms looked bigger than you realized, his shoulders broad and solid.
You squeezed your eyes shut and took a slow breath, trying to level yourself.
âJust caught a little off guard by your⌠size,â you admitted finally, voice lower than you intended.
A low chuckle left him as he looked at you still slightly holding the smile. His eyes suddenly dark and hungry making your heart stammer.
You pushed yourself up almost instinctively reaching for your things.
âDid I do something wrong?â he asked, voice lower now.
âNo,â you said. âI just have to go. I have something to take care of.â A straight up lie.
The truth was you could feel your resolve being chipped at with every moment you stayed in that room and every glance he gave you.
His expression shifted. You could see the slight disappointment on his face.
âOkay,â he said, but it didnât sound like he believed you.
Still, he stood and walked over towards you anyway. He always gave you a goodbye hug it was basically part of the routine whenever youâd leave.
His arms wrapped around you, warm and firm, and for some reason this time made you feel like you forgot how to breathe. He held you a bit longer this time, like he didnât want you to go.
When he pulled back, his hands fell low on your hips. A lot lower than usual. Any other day you probably wouldâve cussed his out, but today you looked back at him with that same same dark intensity while your heart sank straight into your stomach.
The two of you stared at each other. Neither of you willing to break it.
Then you both leaned in slowly. It started as a simple peck, your lips pulling apart almost as soon as the touched. You pulled back your eyes searching his as he did the same. You snapped and crashing your lips into his desperately as he let out a small groan. The self control that you so desperately held up? Gone.
When you finally broke apart, His hands slid lower on your waist, as he gripped firmly and lifted you like you weighed nothing making you gasp. He laid you down carefully and hovered over you.
âTake these off,â he said, tapping the side of your leg as he pulled back giving you space to do so.
You stood frozen for a moment, but you listened.
Slowly, while your fingers trembled you pulled your pants down. The tension growing heavier as he looked at you with an intensity that made your knees weak. When you finally got them off he said nothing while taking note of the growing pool of arousal in your underwear.
His hand made itâs way to your waist, and his lips connected with yours again. Deeper, hungrier, desperate. Finally being able to release what he had been holding back for too long.
You clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, as the slightest whimper escaped your mouth. He groaned in response as the kiss got more messy.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours as the both of you tried to catch your breath.
âYou wanna do this?â he asked.
His voice was quieter now, the lust still there, but something more serious underneath it.
You nodded, reaching for him again, but he caught your wrist gently.
âIâm gonna need you to speak up, baby,â he murmured, thumb brushing over your chin. âUse your words.â
Your lips parted, voice shaky. âYes, please Choso.â
He shifted back as he pulled his pants down. His dick springing back hitting his stomach making you gasp.
âWe can stop anytime you want,â he said immediately, voice somehow steady despite everything. His hand rubbed your hip reassuringly grounding you. âJust tell me, okay?â
You swallowed hard, then nodded again.
âOkay,â you whispered. Remembering to speak.
â
When he pressed against your entrance you tensed up gripping his hand feeling the way he was stretching you out. Your eyes squeezed shut, as he leaned down, murmuring in your ear, reminding you to breathe.
âItâs alright, Iâve got you.â
It was hard to tell how long he had been kissing you, rubbing circles on your clit, and reassuring you before he was finally able to bottom out as the both of you let out a strained uncontrollable moan.
His head dropped into your neck as he tried hard not to lose himself.
âYouâre doing so good,â he cooed.
He kept his pace slow, almost torturous in the beginning. You held him as he sat up and looked you in the eyes.
âYou look so beautifulâ he murmured. Watching you fall apart under him.
You whimpered in response trying to shift back but he grabbed your waist, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
His lips met your neck as he left kisses. You could feel his breath hitch against your skin.
âBaby, I canâtââ you pleaded, voice breaking.
âYes, you can,â he cut in softly. âYouâre doing so good.â
You bit your lip as he tilted your chin downward gently, forcing you to meet where the two of you connected. You watched a white ring formed around the base of his dick as you felt him dragging across your walls with every stroke.
âLook at that Angel,â he murmured. âYouâre taking me soo well.â He cooed.
âFuckkâ you groaned out as you grabbed him tighter feeling your release approach.
âChosoââ you gasped, voice shaking. âIâm about to cumâ
âYou wanna show me how good Iâm doing and cum on this dick?â he said as your body arched up into him as he held you through it before finishing shortly after on your stomach.
A moment later, he collapsed forward. The room was filled only with the two of you trying to catch your breath. He shifted slightly caressing your face. His eyes softer now.
âYou okay?â he asked.
You nodded, still dazed, still catching your breath as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
â
Thinking about making this a series đ¤¸đ˝ââď¸ tell me if you guys would like that.
Your sweet boyfriend (NSFW)
Degradation (Slut) Choking, No genital mention, No names. Pet names (Baby) Orgasm denial (?) He is drunk off it amen. Porn no plot, idk how many words. Not proofreading i never gaf
A/n; You can imagine whoever you want here!!! They are down bad trust me.
â§âË â 18+ mdni!! â stalker! choso proves heâs the only one who can truly take care of you cw: dubcon / overstim ( ŕŠËáľËጠ) âË đа
deep within the confines of his mind, choso liked to believe that he was a good, rational person. a sane person. not too loud, not too confrontational, and definitely not a creep.
he wasnât. he knew that.
yet he found himself questioning the limits of his morality when he first saw you.
you were the prettiest kind of daydream, the culmination of everything he desired, and the only thing that got him up in the morning. whether you knew it or not, the very moment the two of you made eye contact â albeit brief â you became his sole reason for living.
there was something about you that he couldn't quite name, it was powerful. it drew him in, far more intensely than any other crush had in the past.
with that came an urge to keep you close, to keep you safe. that was the basis of his newfound behavior that took place solely in your shadow. he knew that he was the only one who could protect you, the only one who would treat you the way he knew you deserved to be treated.
it started with small things, as it always does.
heâd memorize your daily schedule, when and where you took your classes, how many breaks you had within the day, and how often you used your downtime for studying, or for something else. just to make sure you were staying on top of your school work, of course.
and then, the pictures. any chance he got to capture your perfect face in a pure, candid moment, a beautiful and electrifying kind of adrenaline lit him on fire. he eventually bought a special camera, just for you. if he was going to have your face plastered all over the walls of his dorm room, he wanted them to be in the highest quality.
after that, he thought it might be best to follow you. from your classes, to the mall, to the cafĂŠ. anywhere you went, he followed, committed like a loyal dog. just to make sure you were getting where you needed to go safely. why else would he do it? he needed to see where you were going, needed to make sure that no one else messed with you.
or spoke to you.
or looked at you.
he really hated it when other men looked at you.
because he knew what they were thinking, he knew their minds. he was all too aware of the disgusting, perverted things they were thinking of doing to you. it made him feel sick, it made him feel uncomfortable. he just couldnât have that.
so when he watched you take some guy back to your apartment after a night out, he felt like he was dying. he felt like everything divine and holy was punishing him, the air was stolen from his lungs, and all he could feel was hatred.
hatred as he crouched in front of your window.
hatred as he watched the guy take his pants off, hatred when he took your top off soon after.
but what he hated the most, was watching this degenerate force your head down on his cock, fucking up into your poor throat with no mercy. his heart hurt for you, simply because of the fact that you looked like you were in pain, gaining no pleasure from the situation at all.
and he couldnât have that.
so when that disgusting excuse of a man finally left you, and you were alone and about to go to sleep, he gently lifted your window open. he wasnât sure whether to scold you or thank you for leaving it unlocked.
once he was inside, he couldnât stop himself from towering over you. watching you as you drifted off in your dreams without a care in the world. just so pretty for him, he couldnât take it.
he couldnât stop himself.
he gently knelt by the edge of the bed, leaning on the silk sheets of the mattress to place a kiss along the exposed skin of your neck. you smelled so perfect, so sweet, so delicious that it went straight to his cock, already leaking just from the sight of you.
it wasnât supposed to go this far, it was supposed to stay innocent. he just wanted to look; he just wanted to see you, yet he had no room to deny that he was obsessed with you.
and you were an obsession worth indulging.
his kisses grew more passionate, more desperate. sucking and biting the skin of your neck, moving down to your collarbone, taking in every inch of you.
until you twitched, moved underneath him and his heart stopped beating.
âw-whatâs happeningâŚâ your voice was muddled with sleep, confused as you shifted away from him.
he felt pathetic, his stomach was reduced to knots and he realized he was going too far, nearing a point he told himself he wouldnât cross.
âfuckâŚiâm so sorry..iâm sorry.â over and over again did he apologize, almost stumbling backwards as he backed away from you. reduced to a shameful husk as he tried to climb out of your window. making a promise to himself to never go this far again.
until you spoke up. gentler this time, more hesitant. like you werenât exactly sure what you were doing, yet your mouth moved before you could stop it.
âum, waitâŚyou donât have to go...yet.â
he was quickly by your side again, eyes wide and glimmering in the light from your open window. they were full of hope, full of dreams, anticipating where this could lead.
he ignored the uncertain look on your face, ignored you whispering to yourself âwhat am i doing?â over and over again. because if he did, he got to pretend that you wanted this just as surely as he did.
he cleared his throat, avoided your gaze when he spoke. âiâm really sorry. i was watching you, and i saw what that asshole did to you. he didnât even touch you, and it made me angry so i-â
he cleared his throat again, nervous. he shifted a little, to properly sit on the bed and be face-to-face with you, yet he could only clearly focus on your lips.
âi wanted to help you.â
your brows furrowed. ââŚhelp me?â
he nodded, oh so eager. âyes. please, let me.â
you blinked and he was suddenly much closer than before, leaning into your neck, large hands going under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your waist. he felt you shiver against his touch, and he smiled.
âlet me make you feel good.â
his warm mouth sucked on your throat, biting you, kissing you all the way down your chest. he breathed you in, placed his hands on your hips as he tried to bring you as close as possible.
soon enough he was right in front of your cunt the very thing heâd been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. every night heâd tug on his poor cock just at the thought of you, what youâd look like, what youâd taste like, and now it was his reality.
his breath was warm against it, his thumb gently pressing against your swollen clit, he could see it all perked up through your panties. he pressed again and your hips jerked forward.
âumâŚarenât you gonna take them off?â you whispered, already breathless from his touch.
he shook his head. âtoo much work.â
his hands were firm around your legs, grounding you, bringing you closer as he let his saliva pool on his tongue. then it was flat against you, licking a slow stripe up to your clit. he wrapped his lips around it, sucking it gently, drooling all over you. he was humping the edge of your bed without even realizing it.
with each lick, each kiss, you lifted your hips to feel more of him. whimpering at the way his fingers rubbed up and down your slit. it was almost obscene, the way he was so desperate to devour you that he didnât care to remove the layer separating you.
the friction of his tongue and fingers through the cloth of your underwear made you gasp, it made your head spin. it was warm and damp and you needed as much of him as possible.
he whined into your pussy, the mere act of having his mouth on it made him so desperate. his voice was muffled against you. âiâm sorry for being such a nasty pervert, but i- i just need you.â
he was quick to move your panties to the side, yet not taking them off completely. soon, he gently pushed a long finger into you, curling up into the sensitive part of you that made you knees buckle. your thighs clenched around his head, but he used his other hand to push them back open, shaking his head in a silent âno.â
he was sucking on your clit again, grinding into the edge of your bed without shame. whimpering desperately into you while he chased his own high. he was so needy for you, furrowed brows, flushed cheeks, eyes that rolled back into his head. the very act of getting you off was doing wicked things to him.
without warning, he stuck another finger into you.
âa-ah feels so good!â you cried.
two fingers pumped in and out of you, a wet tongue ran up and down your cunt, sucking on your clit every once in a while. it was wet, it was sloppy, something slick and shiny was smeared all over his chin, and it was becoming too overwhelming; it felt too good.
âoh fuck! i-i think iâm gonna cum.â you gasped, pathetic, fingers digging into your sheets. no longer caring that some man who snuck into your room was eating you out.
he practically sobbed. âjust give it to me, please. want you to cum because of me.â he kissed your clit. âi need it so bad.â
your orgasm came within seconds, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, pulsing against his tongue. you squirted all over his face. a part of you was embarrassed and wanted to apologize, but he didnât seem to mind.
he kept going.
there were too many feelings at once, it started to ache. tears formed at the corner of your eyes from the pressure of his tongue, from the fact that he wouldnât give you a break.
âp-please s-stop i canât do it anymore.â you whispered, but he simply shook his head again, pushing into you further.
âiâm sorry, i know itâs too much. iâm almost done angel, i promise.â he groaned again, adding a third finger, slurping at your clit even harder than before.
he whined, pushing deeper into the bed and you knew he was close. his eyes were watery, glassy with the pleasure of tasting you.
you watched as he finished himself off, grinding deeper into your bed and whining into your slobbering, overstimulated pussy.
you were heaving, sweating, borderline fatigued after having him taste you.
everything was still sensitive, you winced as he pulled his fingers out of you, and removed your panties from you completely.
there was no way he was gonna try and eat you out again, right?
no, he wouldnât. instead, he pressed his tongue right against the fabric, right where your bare pussy rubbed against it. he sucked on it, trying to drink more of you through the fabric. he needed to taste every single drop.
with a shaky sigh, he stood up on wobbly legs, cock still leaking and head still half-fucked, he was almost delirious. âiâm gonna keep these, okay?â he leaned over to kiss your forehead before making his way to your open window.
you shook your head, confused. a thousand questions rushed through you. who was he? what just happened? and- âwait what are you gonna do with them?â
he shrugged.
âframe them, probably.â
and just like that, he was gone.
a/n đŞ˝: heâs so cute he gets a pass for being a stalker ^.^
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Golden Brown - C.K.
Synopsis. Dearest gentle reader, itâs a royal affair! This social season we answer the age-long question: can a knight truly love a princess? For amidst the celebrations and pomp of your royal betrothal, rumors circulate that a certain handsome knight, Choso Kamo, already has his eyes (and hands) on you. Is forbidden romance in the air?
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, knight!Choso, Bridgerton AU, princess x knight, best-friends-to-Iovers, regency AU, YEARNING, letters, secret admirers, betrothals, poIiticaI alliances, unrequited Iove (or is it?), the Ton, Lady Whistledownâs, papers, scandaIs, balls, pĂşssydrĂşnk Choso, oraI (fem rec.), fĂngering, spĂtting, heâs a MUNCH, face-rĂding, sneaking off, service d, heâs FĂRAL, rĂding him, using him, fĂrst times, manhandIing, making it fit, cervĂx smooches, begging to be yours, rough s babbIing, DĂMBlFICATlON, making you work for it, creampĂes, pushing it back in, cĂşmpIay, slight overstĂm, confessions, HAPPY ENDING, coronations, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 12.9k
A/N. Heard there was a new Bridgerton season so I just had to <33
The letter is short.
âItâs you.
My dearest princess, surely, you must know that it can only ever be you.
I have battled fruitlessly this greatest conflict of my lifeâthose of the soulâand I cannot bear it any longer. I have fraught, and choked, and swallowed my words in the hope that, perhaps, one day they shall cessate along with this traitorous heart of mine. It is what it deserves. Diverted from its duties to the body, my heart exists solely to count the beats of time that I am beside you.
It aches the greatest ache, as my affection remains unchanged. And the words yest escape me onto this page, my dearest princess.
Thus, I beg that you forgive this lowly admirer for his treason.
For, itâs you. Itâs you. Itâs you.
It shall at last and forevermore be you.â
Unsigned and unclaimed. Left on the gilded surface of your nightstand, as it had been every morning for the past four years.
Your bashful secret admirer.
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summary! you've been fucking your fratboy-friend suguru for ages. you've always wanted your relationship to be more than casual sex, but he always shuts that down. then, like a god with a really nice cock, choso, the schools most reliable plug, tries to swoop you out of that assholes grip. you finally have a man who's willing to give you the world, but will suguru fuck that up for you? (SMUTTTT, p in v, oral: f receiving, fingering.) a lil angst, mostly sexy choso tho đ¤đź
"f-fuck! sugu, oh god, i can't!"
your cries only fuel the cocky man to thrust harder, deeper as he grunted like an animal in your ear from behind.
"c'monnn, be a good girl and fucking take it, i know you can, baby." he teased, slapping in and out in long strokes, hitting your womb over and over with each tantalising push.
this arrangement blossomed some time after highschool.
both you and suguru always had a thing for each other, even then. you'd share headphones in class, study late at night until the sun came up, and took on projects together as an excuse to be in one another's presence. gojo and shoko always made fun of you both, calling you love struck idiots with no sense of self respect to just admit you liked eachother.
now, in collage, that wishy washy bond seemed to amplify ten fold, with nothing relationship wise being set in stone but the actions always there. right now, in the form of his relentless pounding.

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Yall someone on reddit made a list of reverse writing tropes as prompts and I'm losing my damn mind over them:
I want to write something for each and every one of these. I already have ideas for some of them holy shit I love these đ¤Ł
Relevant again
with adhd/autism it's funny like. people will call you weird all your life, people will bully you for your "outlandish" behaviour, people will criticize literally everything you do as "not normal", BUT THE SECOND YOU GET DIAGNOSED (or suggest you might have it) they're like "huh what but you're so normal, you're literally the most normal person I've ever seen, you're literally so normal and absolutely nothing is wrong with you? why would you have that now all of a sudden???"
God Shit OP
Nowadays we have people way more talented but they donât develop their skills
Me Iâm people._.
the real reason howl kept his castle moving was tax evasion
This sounds like a joke but I read the book this is the literal reason
And in the movie heâs trying to avoid the draft. He just does not wanna help the government
Howlâs Moving Tax Exempt Status

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Planetary Days
These are some of the meanings, correspondences, deities, etc. associated with each day of the week. These can also be used for planetary hours. For example, if performing a working during the planetary hour for Jupiter, one could use the information listed under Thursday, the day that corresponds to Jupiter. This is not a complete list. Consider this as a list of possibilities to add more layers, structure, effectiveness, and symbolism to your rituals, and magick. Not as necessities, or anything like that. Enjoy. đ SUNDAY Works of: Wealth. Planet: Sun. Numbers: 6, 66, 666. Color: Gold, Yellow, Orange. Rules: Leo. Metals: Gold, All Yellow and Lustrous Alloys. Stones/Minerals: Tigerâs Eye, Topaz, Goldstone, Zircon, Citrine, Chrysoberyl. Trees: Pine, Walnut, Date, Oak, Witch Hazel, Mimosa, Acacia. Herbs: Sunflower, Chamomile, Yellow Rose, Chrysanthemum, Marigold, Eyebright, Pineapple, Mistletoe, St. Johnâs Wort, Laurel. Incenses/Oils: Cinnamon, Frankincense, Saffron, Vanilla, Heliotropin, Cashew, Copal. Element: Fire. Direction: South. Tools: Symbols, Lamen, Lance, Sword. Deities: Apollo, Baal, Belenus, Grainne, Helios, Lugh, Mithras, Horus, Osiris, Ra, Sol, Shamash, Vishnu. Angels: Michael, Raphael. Shape: Hexagon, Hexagram. Design: Radial Forms, Swirling Spirals. Concepts: Advancement, Dominance, Healing, Egotism, Friendship, Prosperity, Abundance, Illumination, The Self, Joy, Leadership, Power, Wealth, Success, Will. Intentions: Developing Harmony, Giving/Receiving Healing, Acquiring Money, Obtaining Patronage, Gaining Promotion, Establishing Peace, Increasing Wealth, Improving Willpower. MONDAY Works of: Mystery. Planet: The Moon. Numbers: 9, 99, 999. Color: Silver, White, Gray, Lavender, Purple. Rules: Cancer. Metals: Silver, Platinum, Yttrium. Stones/Minerals: Beryl, Moonstone, Alexandrite, Rock Crystal, Alabaster, Fluorspar, Mirror Glass. Trees: Willow, Coconut, Bay, Hazel, Papaya, Carob, Laburnum. Herbs: White and Purple Lilies, Hyacinth, Iris, Narcissus, Gourds, Peas, Beans, Turnip, Yam. Incenses/Oils: Camphor, Orris Root, Galbanum, Artemisia, Wintergreen, Eucalyptus Oil, Jasmine Oil, Aromatic Seeds, Ylang-ylang. Element: Water. Direction: North-West. Tools: Bow and Arrow, Magick Mirror. Deities: Artemis, Bendis, Diana, Hekate, Isis, Khonsu, Luna, Selene, Shiva, Sin, Ta-Urt, Thoth, Tivs, Varuna. Angels: Gabriel. Shape: Nonagon, Enneagram. Design: Circular, Crescent, Elliptical, and Maze-like. Concepts: Astral Work, Birth, Psychic Ability, Cycles, Divination, Dreams, Glamor, Illusions, Balance, Shapeshifting, Subconscious and Unconscious, Spirituality, Tides, Transformation, Transmutation. Intentions: Astral Travel, Safety for Birth and Children, Developing Psychic Senses, Increasing Intuition, Increasing and Remembering Dreams, Developing Glamor(s), Accessing the Subconscious and Unconscious Minds, Creating/Dispelling Illusions. TUESDAY Works of: Power. Planet: Mars. Numbers: 5, 55, 555. Color: Red, Amber, Pale Yellow. Rules: Aries, Co-rules Scorpio. Metals: Iron, Brass, Rust, Steel, Nickel, Strontium, Magnetized Iron Fillings. Stones/Minerals: Ruby, Garnet, Red Agnate, Bloodstone, Amber, Rhodochrosite, Red Jasper, Lodestone, Flint (worked flint particularly). Trees: Ash, Mountain Ash, Holly, Pepper Tree, White Fig, Mountain Mahogany, Arbutus. Herbs: Thistles, Cacti, Dandelion, Snapdragon, Stinging Nettle, Arrowroot, High John Conqueror, Bloodroot, Wild Ginger, Bamboo. Incenses/Oils: Opoponax, Dragonsblood, Nicotiana, Peppermint, Mustard, Cumin, Asafoetida, Turmeric, Sweet Woodruff, Galangal. Element: Fire. Direction: South-West, North-East. Tools: Anvil, Burin, Hammer, Scourge, Spear, Whip, Magic Sword. Deities: Aries, Bellona, Horus, Mars, Nergal. Angels: Khamael, Zhamael. Shape: Pentagon, Pentagram. Design: Zig-zag, Pointed Forms. Concepts: Anger, Atavism, Conflict, Courage, Ego, Energy, Passion, Sex, Strength, Vengeance, Vigor. Intentions: Controlling Anger, Enhancing Courage, Causing Discord, Increasing Energy, Dispelling Fear, Increasing Sex-Drive, Increasing Strength, Increasing Vigor. WEDNESDAY Works of: Mind. Planet: Mercury. Numbers: 8, 88, 888. Colors: Orange/Light Blue/Violet/Light Yellow/Mother of Pearl/Violet. Rules: Gemini, Virgo. Metals: Mercury, Aluminum, Aircraft Composites, Quicksilver, Lanthanum. Stones/Minerals: Fire Opal, Carnelian, Cairngorm, Sard, Banded Agate, Coins, Small pebbles, Skipping Stones. Trees: Birch, Aspen, Almond, Mulberry, Lombardy Poplar, Magnolia, Pistachio. Herbs: Marjoram, Lavender, Ferns, Medicinal, Castor Palm, Mandrake, Stillengia, Parsley. Incenses/Oils: Mace, Star Anise, Mastic, Sandalwood, Orange, Lemongrass, Lavender Oil, Fennel Oil, Walnut. Element: Air. Direction: East. Deities: Hermes, Mercury, Thoth, Ganesha, Nebu, Woden. Angels: Mikael, Raphael. Shape: Octagon, Octagram. Design: Segmented Shapes, Mirror Images, Countercharged Patterns. Concepts: Business, Communication, Deception, Flexibility, Healing, Hyperactivity, Magick, Memory, Music, Poetry, Protection, Psychopomp, Science, Speed, Theft, Travel, Trickery, Divination, Education, Mystical Knowledge and Insight, Predictions, Resourcefulness, Self-Improvement. Intentions: Business Success, Improving Communication, Preventing Discord, Exam Success, Developing Flexibility, Divination, Developing Influence, Increasing Knowledge, Improving Memory, Improving or Learning Music, Establishing Peace, Recovering Property, Public Speaking, Improving Mentality, Mental over Emotional, Writing. THURSDAY Works of: Expansion. Planet: Jupiter. Numbers: 4, 44, 444. Colors: Blue, White, Lilac, Shell-Pink. Rules: Sagittarius, Co-rules Pisces. Metals: Tin, Zinc, Antimony. Stones/Minerals: Sapphire, Lapis Lazuli, Amethyst, Labradorite, Turquoise, Aquamarine. Trees: Oak, Cedar, Pine, Olive, Juniper, Hickory, Sassafras, Maple, Chestnut, Horse Chestnut, Lime, Sycamore. Herbs: Flax, Borage, Brook Lime, Liverwort, Green Ti Plant, Agrimony, Purple Betany, Sage. Incenses/Oils: Nutmeg, Clove, Pine Gum, Sarsaparilla, Hyssop. Element: Air/Water. Direction: South-East. Deities: Zeus, Athena, Poseidon, Jupiter, Minerva, Marduk, Indra, Amun-Ra, Thor. Angels: Tzadkiel, Sachiel. Shape: Square, Four-Pointed Star. Design: Regular Rhombic and Rectangular Forms, Parallelograms, Squares, Intersecting lines. Concepts: Ascendancy, Devotion, Enthusiasm, Ethics, Expansion, Honor, Fortune, Humor, Law, Politics, Expansion, Health, Growth, Increase, Healing, Spirituality, Fortune, Luck, Philosophy, Optimism, Opportunity, Generosity, Justice. Intentions: Developing Ambition, Career Success, Increasing Enthusiasm, Increasing Health, Improving Fortune, Improving Health, Improving Luck, Developing Ethics, Dealing with Law, Increasing Wealth, Gaining Promotion, Seeking or Promoting Truth, Spiritual Contact, Taking Responsibility. FRIDAY Works of: Beauty. Planet: Venus. Numbers: 7, 77, 777. Color: Green, Turquoise, Pink. Rules: Libra, Taurus. Metals: Copper, Bronze. Stones/Minerals: Emerald, Malachite, Peridot, Jade, Rose Quartz, Amazonite. Trees: Apple, Pear, Lemon, Lime, Orange, Cherry, Cinchona, Beech, Elder, Fig. Herbs: Rose, Hawthorn, Vervain, Myrtle, Columbine, Anemone, Strawberry, Periwinkle, Cyclamen, Foxglove, Tulip, Hibiscus. Incenses/Oils: Storax, Sandalwood, Vetiver, Valerian, Geranium, Licorice, Tonka Bean, Cardamom, Spearmint, Lemon. Element: Earth. Direction: Center. Tools: Belt, Girdle, Harp, Necklace. Deities: Aphrodite, Venus, Freya, Turan, Ishtar, Ushan, Lakshmi, Hathor, Bast. Angels: Haniel, Anael. Shape: Heptagon, Heptagram. Design: Branching Forms, Flowing and Harmonious Lines, Arabesque. Concepts: Attraction, Art, Beauty, Creativity, Culture, Emotions, Fertility, Grace, Inspiration, Love, Passion, Pleasure, Self-Confidence, Sensuality, Sexuality, Sociability. Intentions: Increasing Attraction, Developing Beauty, Increasing Creativity, Increasing Fertility, Developing Friendship, Obtaining or Promoting Love, Satisfying Lust, Increasing Passion, Pleasure, Self-Confidence, Improving Social-Skills. SATURDAY Works of: Form. Planet: Saturn. Numbers: 3, 33, 333. Color: Black, Brown, Rules: Capricorn, Co-rules Aquarius. Metals: Lead, Antimony, Tungsten, Zirconium, Cobalt, Titanium. Stones/Minerals: Diamond, Jet, Onyx, Basalt, Slate, Black Salt, Anthracite, Geodes, Obsidian, Pumice, Smoked Glass. Trees: Yew, Elm, Cypress, Pine, Ebony, Acacia, Pomegranate. Herbs: Violet, Trillium, Poppy, Nightshade, Horsetail, Amaranth, Mullein. Incenses/Oils: Myrrh, Spikenard, Guaiac Wood, Tamarind, Cassia, Patchouli. Element: Earth. Direction: North. Tools: Hourglass, Scythe, Scales, Sickle, Veil. Deities: Kronos, Saturn, Hera, Juno, Kali, Brahma, Ea, Uni. Angels: Tzaphkiel, Cassiel. Shape: Triangle, Three-Pointed Star. Design: Abstract based on Natural, Concentric Circles, Geometry suggesting Spatial Perspective. Concepts: Agriculture, Austerity, Binding, Conservation, Duty, Equilibrium, Formation, History, Legal Matters, Limitation, Patience, Practicality, Preservation, Prudence, Reservation, Restriction, Self-Discipline, Teaching, Time, Wisdom. Intentions: Banishing, Binding, Dispelling, Establishing Equilibrium, Performing Duty, Studying, Self-Discipline, Protecting Home, Developing Patience, Developing Practicality, Decrease, Teaching. Sources: âPlanetary Magick: The Heart of Western Magickâ by Melita Denning, Osbourne Phillips. âPractical Planetary Magickâ by David Rankine, Sorita dâEste.