Things will get better and this shitty feeling will go away.
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Things will get better and this shitty feeling will go away.

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i’m in such a yearning mood like… eyes that soften when they connect with yours across the room… then the immediate blushing and stumbling and looking away which follows right after
-`♡´- Stuffing! Choso's fingers in you at the lunch table..! :: 18+ :: fem!reader :: semi-public sex ::
Your friends from bio lab are already chattering about the upcoming midterm when you slide into the seat right beside Choso at the long cafeteria table. The lunch rush hums around you, trays clattering, voices overlapping, but Choso sits alone at the end like always, hood up, earbuds in, picking at his food without really eating. He doesn’t like company. Never has. Until you.
You lean over, press a quick kiss to his cheek like it’s nothing, then casually take his right hand under the table and guide it straight between your thighs. No panties today. Just bare, already slick skin waiting for him. His fingers brush the outer of your already slick plump cunt and he freezes, dark eyes flicking to you in silent surprise. You don’t even look at him, just keep smiling at your friends while you spread your legs a little wider under the skirt.
His large fingers press forward easily, two thick digits sliding through your wet heat and sinking straight into your pussy with a soft, filthy squelch only he can attune to hear. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from sighing, rocking your hips down slowly so his fingers worm deeper, curling just right against that spot that makes your thighs tremble.
Choso’s breath hitches. He was staring at his tray a second ago, but now his attention is locked on the way your slick cunt swallows his fingers, greedy and warm, clenching around them every time you shift. He doesn’t say a word, just starts moving them, slow and deep, scissoring gently, thumb brushing your clit under the table like he’s been starving for this all morning.
You keep chatting away with the girls, voice perfectly steady. “Yeah, the lab report is due Friday, but I still need to finish the graph section. Did you guys get the enzyme data right?”
One of them laughs, answering something about the TA being a hard grader, but you barely hear it. All you feel is Choso’s thick fingers pumping lazily into you, stretching your walls, dragging more slick out with every thrust. You clench hard around him on purpose, soaking his hand, and feel his palm press flat against your mound to grind the heel against your clit. A tiny whimper almost slips out, you cover it with a laugh at whatever your friend just said.
Choso’s jaw is tight, eyes half-lidded now, pretending to scroll on his phone while his fingers fuck you deeper under the table. He adds a third finger, slow and careful, and your pussy takes it so easily, fluttering and dripping down his knuckles. The wet sounds are muffled by the cafeteria noise, but he can feel every pulse, every squeeze, every rock of your hips as you ride his hand without missing a beat in the conversation.
“God, this salad is actually decent today,” you say brightly, forking a bite while your cunt clenches rhythmically around his invading fingers. You’re soaked, slick coating his wrist, dripping onto the seat beneath you. Choso’s breathing has gone shallow. His free hand grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles pale.
Your friends start gathering their trays after a while, standing up to head to their next class. You rise with them, Choso’s fingers slipping out of you with a wet pop that makes his cock twitch visibly in his sweats, but he stays seated, trying to look casual, if he even could at this point.
You lean down, give him a sweet, quick kiss on the lips, then whisper right against his ear, “Enjoy your meal, Choso,” with the most devious little smile curving your lips.
He watches you walk away with your friends, hips swaying, your juices still glistening on his three thick fingers. The table is empty around him now. No one left to see.
Choso lifts his hand slowly, brings those slick digits to his lips, and slides them into his mouth and sucks them clean with a low, hungry groan, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you, sweet and filthy and all his. He licks between his knuckles, chasing every drop, cock straining painfully against his pants.
Best fucking lunch he’s ever had.
-`♡´-MAIN MASTERLIST-`♡´--`♡´-CHOSO'S M-LIST-`♡´-
You were still half asleep, cheek mushed against Enjin’s pec when his hand closed around the back of your neck. His thumb brushed over the delicate skin, waiting a moment.
"Wake up baby, time for your breakfast drink."
His rough morning voice had your thighs rubbing together. Opening one eye you could spot the tent in the thin blanket. Mmm. He was already so hard for you.
Gently he pushed your head towards his crotch while pulling the blanket away.
“C’mon doll, open up.”
You didn’t resist as he guided your face down. The room still smelled like sweat and sex from the night before where he had ridden your pussy hard. Your sore middle and sticky thighs were the proof.
But Enjin could never get enough. He was already leaking at the tip as you closed your lips around it and sucked softly.
“Thaaaats it, baby. Take it.”
He pushes forward. Not deepthroatening yet as he rests heavily on your tongue. Your mouth waters from the soft taste of musk while his long fingers run through your hair.
"Good girl."
Your tongue works his veiny shaft as he starts to move. Shallow thrusts to let you adjust, breathe through your nose. But Enjin was always weak when it came to blowjobs.
His grip tightened in your hair as he fucked your mouth deeper, messier. You met his thrusts, gagging, spit spilled down your chin. Your nose brushed his soft golden pubic hair.
"That's it, baby. Oh fuuuuck."
You felt him swell against your tongue, his veins pulsing with need. He was close. His hips started to buck involuntarily as he pulled your mouth completely down over him.
It was a lot. It was always a fucking lot.
Hot and thick cum flooded your mouth, spilled into your throat. You swallowed, gulped down as much as possible. But there was simple too much. Some spilled down your cheek, your chin as he emptied himself into your mouth.
“Fuck baby. So good for me,” Enjin drawled.
Pulling out slowly he turned your face around so he could look at you. Your watery eyes and the cum painting your pretty face. He smiled lazily as tattooed fingers collected the stray spend and he pushed it back between your lips.
“Don’t waste any.”
NSFW (18+) — enjin's worst habit
everyone has bad habits, whether it be nail biting, smoking or spending absurd amounts of money on blind boxes that never quite seemed to be able to fill the deep void that grew inside of them...
luckily for you, your boyfriend suffered from all three bad habits, but there was actually another…quirk of his that was the most conflicting.
conflicting in the sense that it always happened when you were too far gone to argue with it, fingers tangled in the messy crop of his golden strands or scrunched sheets of the bed—eyes glazed over, leg pinned up somewhere, wet SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK getting louder with each snap of his hips against your own.
and then it comes. “hey pretty girl…”
you watch the way the black and red ink twisted around his arms, grip on the headboard making the wood buckle a little.
“look at you being so loud f’me. what are you saying gorgeous?”
his eyes flit back up to you. “what do you think my sweet girl’s saying? kinda sounds like ‘i love you, i love you, i loooo-"
“s-shut up!" you finally managed to choke out, irritation melting back into a mindless bliss with each press of his length, slight curve making you shudder from how full you felt.
yes, dear reader. your boyfriend’s arguably worst (yet weirdly endearing?) habit was his propensity to talk not just to you, but also to your warm, drooling pussy.
i mean, it was no secret that enjin loved to run his fucking mouth but for the target audience to be your currently stuffed entrance was definitely something that took some getting used to.
you still weren’t used to it to this day, and that was what seemed to make enjin enjoy doing it even more, amber eyes rolling with little malice as he used his other hand to hold onto the crease of your waist, pressing you back onto him with an increasing fervor.

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The feeling of being misgendered ☹️!!
bf!sukuna catches you crying.
X fem reader! (Fluff! No TW!).
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The door to your shared apartment slams shut, as heavy footsteps follow. That being no other than your boyfriend sukuna . He had just arrived after a long day of dealing with pesky customers inquiring about how a microwave worked.
He lets out a sigh of relief, as he undoes his tie loosing it. Relieving some of the pent up pressure rolling his shoulders back to relieve some muscle tension.
Then there it was. The silence that caught his attention first.
Typically you were running to him abandoning your previous task to embrace him in a hug but today? Nothing.
He wasn’t too worried assuming that you had just taken a nap and were in a deep sleep, so he went to check your shared bedroom. The door squeaks as his eyes scan the room.
The bed wasn’t made, sheets rumpled and pillows just above one another in an interlinked parallel.
A sign of life.
From this observation he went to check anywhere else that you could possibly be. That’s when he noticed it.
The door was locked, so gently he knocked to get your attention. How long had you been in there?
“Baby?”, He called out softly, brows furrowing together in worry.
No reply.
“Everything alright in there?”.
A sniffle was heard through the door, followed by a heavy breath.
“Please open the door. I’m getting concerned”, He calls out with urgency evident in his voice.
Finally you speak up, voice hoarse from crying for whoever knows long.
“Kuna?”, Your voice wavering, your delivery barely a whisper.
That’s when a click was heard as the door slowly opened ajar just enough to see your face. You’re visibly teary eyed, pink puffy eyelids. Red flushed cheeks.
As your eyes meet his, his usual stoic expression replaced by dilated pupils. Brows furrowed at the sight of you being distressed or hurt. He opens his arms instinctively inching closer to you.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he brings you closer until you meet his chest. His sizeable, calloused hands move to cup your face to softly signal eye contact.
The moment he meets your eyes, noticing the visible hurt. The sorrow in those beautiful eyes.
He always noticed even if it was subtle, he knew your body like the back of his hand. So in this exact moment comfort was his main priority.
Circling his arms to your back bringing you closer to him. Until your face was buried in his chest.
Letting you go through the motions because when you were ready. You would tell him what was worrying you to make you feel so troubled.
But for now he was content being your anchor for however long you needed him.
Because you were his baby.
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A/N: I’m hoping you guys like this one cuz I did! It’s a shorter one but I just love the concept of kuna being a softy whenever you cry. Or just a big softy for his girl. 🥹‼️
Also! Thank u for the support on the other post, as it was my first ever one shot and I’m so glad you all liked it!!
I ever so enjoy writing as it is my passion. So thank u for interacting with my work :3!
a thing for mermay i guess
The day I feel confident in myself it’s over for everyone!
I wish I had someone who would stay and just love me as I am ☹️

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Getting jealous of new born babies bcs they get a fresh start and aren’t fuckups.
drug addicts deserve housing, food, water, and healthcare btw
hey. you have to love your trans brothers of color okay. and your trans sisters of color. and your nonbinary siblings of color. you have to okay. its simply non-optional
My smiley boy <3!!
I love feeling safe with someone, their mere presence is like being at home <3

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I can’t even deny it anymore! I have a voice kink and I’m not ashamed.
I used to cringe at the pet name “baby” when I was a young lad. But now! I fuckin’ love it!! It just tickles the right part of my brain plus I enjoy hearing it with different accents.