↳ 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲 - 𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

he's just helping Viktor with evening stretching, nothing special

WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔, and his friends always tease him about it.

Eren and his boys—Jean, Connie, and Armin—spent four days together in Miami, Florida. It was a much needed trip, and each of them wanted to focus solely on spending money, having fun, and meeting beautiful women.

Except Eren.

He enjoyed ziplining over pools, drinking at clubs, going to the beach, and eating nearly all of the complimentary hotel breakfast food with Connie by his side, who started stuffing fruits and cups of cereal—with no milk, as he forgot, of course—into his clothes once the staff told him breakfast would end in ten minutes.

Even so, as he sat in the hotel’s dining area that had a light aroma of stale coffee and sunscreen, he missed you desperately.

Armin, who sat down at the little table across from Eren with his muffin, fruit, and eggs, could tell that his best friend was upset by the way he stirred his own scrambled eggs around on his plate, but not actually eating them.

“Don’t worry,” Armin looked up at his friend after taking a sip of his orange juice—Armin loved hotel orange juice, and Eren hated it—and the blue-eyed boy flashed a reassuring smile. “We’re going home tomorrow, so you’ll get to see her soon.”

“Yeah,” Eren mumbled.

“Maybe you could FaceTime her before we leave for the day,” Armin suggested. After all, jet skiing and scuba diving were on the agenda, and he truly wanted Eren to enjoy it.

“I already talked to her twenty minutes ago,” Eren sighed, slouching back in his chair. “It only made me miss her even more. She has a new hairstyle and everything.”

“Eren,” Armin slowly chewed on a strawberry as he blinked. “It’s only been a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Eren pinched the bridge of his nose, and that’s when Connie and Jean joined them at their table.

“Guess what,” Connie grinned, placing two packed plates of food on the table. “They said we can sit here and eat as long as we want even after they stop serving breakfast, but we just can’t go back for seconds.”

“Connie grabbed every fucking thing he saw,” Jean frowned, grabbing a seat next to Armin.

“Hell yeah,” Connie picked up a grape, tossing it at Jean’s head. “So don’t be shy, grab whatever you want and eat up!”

“Don’t throw the grapes,” Armin said. “They’re delicious, so try not to waste them.”

“Loosen up, will you?” Jean frowned, breaking his hash brown into pieces before diving right in.

“I’ll loosen up once I know everything’s going according to plan,” Armin paused. “I mean, someone has to make sure we’re on schedule. It’s our last day here, so if we miss something, we won’t get another chance to do it.”

“The hell does that have to do with throwing grapes?” Connie said, earning a laugh from Jean.

Jean ruffled Armin’s blonde hair. “Don’t worry, we know you love the beach. We’re not gonna miss anything, alright? So just relax.”

“Right,” Armin smiled softly, “sorry.”

For a moment, everyone ate their food and engaged in somewhat polite chatter about today’s planned events.

“Alright, so we have our entire morning and afternoon planned,” Jean paused. “What are we doing tonight?”

Armin took that opportunity to bring the one silent member at their table into the conversation.

“Eren, is there anything you wanna do?”

“Yeah. Pack.”

And with that, Eren left the table, tossing his uneaten food in the garbage before heading back to the hotel room.

“Damn it, Connie,” Jean frowned. “I told you to let the guy bring his girlfriend.”

Connie tossed his arms up defensively, swallowing his food before he said, “go to Hell.”

—

As the day went on, Eren managed to have a bit of fun with his friends. Even so, as he swam with colorful fish and zoomed across the sea, a tingle of pain would shoot through his heart whenever he remembered that you weren’t with him, experiencing all of the bucket-list worthy adventures by his side.

As the group headed home in Jean’s SUV, Eren sat in the backseat besides Connie. He pressed his head against the foggy window, looking out at the orange streetlights passing by.

“Eren,” Connie fought back a laugh, pulling his phone out to record the pouting man. “Why are you acting like you’re in a R&B music video right now?”

“Shut up, Constance.” Eren effortlessly tossed his hand out and smacked Connie’s tattooed arm.

Connie quickly ended the recording.

“I’m gonna drop Eren off first,” Jean said, gripping the steering wheel as he made a left turn, “I really think he might die if he doesn’t get to Y/N soon.”

“Turn left again,” Armin said, directing Jean from the passenger seat. “But guys, leave him alone. Y/N’s lovely. None of us can understand what he’s going through because the three of us are single.”

“Thank you, Armin,” Eren said.

Eren folded his arms across his chest, continuing to sulk like a kid who just had their favorite toy taken away.

But, once Jean turned down a familiar street, the depressed man instantly perked up.

“You’re grinning like a toddler, dude,” Connie teased, but Eren ignored him, gripping the door handle tightly.

Jean tugged on his hat, slowing down as he pulled up in front of your home. However, before Jean could come to a complete stop, Eren started to jump out of the car.

“Eren! Be careful!” Armin warned as Jean slammed on the brakes. His warning was utterly useless, as Eren was already halfway through your front yard by the time the words fell from Armin’s lips.

“You forgot your bags!” Jean shouted, rolling down his window. “Didn’t shut my damn door, either.”

Suddenly, you opened your front door, having heard all of the commotion outside. And when you smiled, all of Eren’s friends could easily see why he was so in love with you.

Eren nearly knocked you over once he finally made it into your arms, a big smile spreading across that beautiful face of his. He showered your forehead and cheek with kisses as he inhaled your comforting scent.

“I missed you so much,” he said.

“I can tell,” you teased, hugging the tall man back. “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from the hug only to cup your face with his large hands. He kissed your lips softly, melting over the touch he had craved for days.

“I’m not going anywhere without you ever again. I don’t care if it’s the grocery store or to the living room,” Eren mumbled against your lips, and you giggled softly.

“Hey!” Jean suddenly honked his horn. “You’ve seen her, now come get your stuff!”

“In a minute,” Eren shouted back, flipping the driver off.

He just had to stare at that gorgeous face of yours for a few more minutes, and who could blame him? He was madly in love with you.

kiss me, i'm contagious

ino x reader

2.3k words

shower sex, implied age gap (younger man/older woman), strangers, mostly submissive ino, cum eating, nanami shows up for two seconds

tw for some talk of suicidal thoughts/self harm, only at the beginning and can be skimmed it just gives slight context

always tip your curse exorcist. especially if he's cute.

when the whole ordeal was over, the man in the suit (with a face so handsome and a voice so deep that you were squeezing your legs together all over again) explained to you that there had been some sort of entity in your apartment that was invisible to 'people like you,' as he had bluntly put it. though you could never fully wrap your head around it, you were forced out of questioning it simply by how much sense it made, for something so nonsensical.

"you've probably been feeling under the weather in some way lately," he had said, folding his hands in front of him on the table. "it can manifest in any number of ways, really. migraines, sore throat, muscular aches, overwhelming sadness or anger. any abnormal feelings or sensations that only seem to manifest at home-- when you're in proximity to the curse, that is." chewing a nail, you racked your brain for any occurrences that lined up with what he described.

"how about suicidal thoughts?" you had been embarrassed to ask, but he was unperturbed.

"sure, it wouldn't surprise me. we don't hear about that as often, though." uncommon or not, you at least had an explanation for how tantalizing your bedroom window had been for weeks, maybe longer. even earlier that day you had been delusionally unfastening the window locks, your hands trembling at the thought of your own body splattered on the pavement below. the only thing that tore you away from the temptation of self-destruction was a sudden urge to shower.

you weren't even sure if you had always liked your showers so hot; your skin felt seared by every drop, but everything in your body screamed at you to leave the knob where it was, so far to the left that you were afraid it would get stuck. besides the temperature, you were frightfully lightheaded, choking on each steamy breath. you thought to yourself that you were going to have to lay down when you got out of the shower. when you got out? when were you getting out? it was hard to say how long you had even been in there. you were half-soaped, desperately trying to calculate how long it had been, when you unmistakably heard a knock at the door.

simply put, you had no idea who could be coming over unannounced. no family nearby, no available friends, no late rent or anticipated maintenance men; even your neighbors, cold as they were, would send you a message before resorting to the pounding on the door you were helplessly listening to. the thought of leaving the scalding shower was still nowhere near the front of your mind.

"um, ma'am?" the person at the door shouted, pausing his pounding knocks for a moment. "i hope this isn't a bad time, i really need to help you with something, it might be urgent." was this some new kind of scam? surely not, from someone with such a young-sounding voice, right? in any case, you still made no move to leave, frozen in place. "ma'am, if you're home, it would really be nice if you opened the door. it's really hard to explain right now, but i'm here to help you." over the unrelenting sound of water, you made out a sigh. "i can pay to fix it if i have to kick the door in, but i really don't want to." kick the door in? alarm bells should have been ringing like crazy in your head. instead, of course, you stayed where you were, waiting for him to do exactly that.

it was a much quieter sound than you expected. he must have done it dozens of times for it to sound so controlled. you idly wondered if there were a way to make the water even hotter.

"oh, shit, are you in the shower?" he called, voice punctuated by heavy footsteps. "oh man, i'm so sorry. i hope i didn't scare you." his embarrassment was palpable. "um, how do i even explain this.. there's.. something in your apartment that i'm here to get rid of. you probably haven't seen or heard anything, but that's.." he groaned, cutting himself off. "i hate it when nanami makes me explain this shit. he does it so much better than i do. um, listen, we'll explain everything to you when i'm done, okay? i just need to find this thing and get rid of it." his endearing confusion had slightly pulled you out of your trance. you heard the hushed shuffles of your floor-length curtains and couch cushions being shoved around. despite his promise of explaining later, you couldn't help dimly wondering what exactly he was looking for.

you distractedly scrubbed at yourself again, something in your chest pricking as his footsteps thudded closer to the bathroom. "ah, shit," he murmured, something (his head?) thunking defeatedly against the door. "um, hey, ma'am," he started, more embarrassment creeping into his voice. "i think the thing i'm looking for is in the room with you." you almost scoffed. you of all people should know that you were the only thing in there. "i know this doesn't make sense, and i'm really sorry, but i'm feeling an insane amount of cursed energy in there. unless there's something about you that they didn't tell us, that thing has got to be in there. i can feel it through the door, it's making me sick." if you weren't inhaling copious amounts of condensation, you would've been beyond confused; the most your mind could muster was dazed curiosity.

"you're absolutely sure there's something in here?" you asked, reaching out to grasp the shower nozzle. your sense of danger was far too weak to think twice about letting him come in. "the door is unlocked." he gave some sort of relieved hum. you heard the jingle of the knob as it slowly turned. he hesitated a moment before pushing the door open.

"you have a second to grab a towel or something, you know," he rasped, apparently realizing at the same time as you that you were covered only by the wet fog on the shower's glass door. you finally turned the water off, taking a deep breath of the cooling air.

"it's okay, i didn't bring a towel in," you mumbled, peering through the condensation to make out his figure. from what you could tell, he was <em>cute</em>; paired with what you could parse of his personality, you didn't terribly mind the thought of him seeing you naked, stranger or not. "how long is.. whatever you're going to do supposed to take?"

he had stepped fully into the small bathroom, his shoes squeaking on the damp tile. "just a minute or two, it's smaller than i expected. it's sitting in your sink, by the way." squinting, you tried to make out even a hint of what he was referring to. your efforts were unsurprisingly fruitless. you averted your eyes awkwardly for a moment to let him do his bizarre job, looking back at him as he let out a sigh of relief. "alright, it's taken care of. if it was having an effect on you, it should be wearing off pretty quickly." he turned in your direction, his eyes dancing over your form through the fading fog not very discretely. something about his audacity was turning you on.

"um, do i have to pay you for that?" you asked sheepishly, sliding open the door just a crack to get a clearer look at him. you could still feel a flush on your face from the heat of the water, and the way he was looking at you was only adding to it.

"oh, uh, no, it doesn't really work like that.. i guess i can accept a tip, though, if you insist." you were holding the door with one hand, peering out at him, your bare chest pressing shamelessly against the glass. he could hardly even pretend to tear his eyes away. "what kind of payment did you have in mind, exactly..?" he asked, voice trembling.

he was right about you feeling better quickly; not only were you free from thoughts of melting off your skin or holding your own head under the faucet, you were feeling unusually confident. "you've been looking at me," you said, studying his expression. "i've got a few ideas you might like." he audibly swallowed.

"y-you don't have to do something like that, seriously," he stuttered, the red on his face spreading like a plague. "you're probably still being influenced by the curse, anyways, it'd be like taking advantage of a drunk girl, i can't do that to you, ma'am," he rambled, keeping himself upright with a hand on the slick bathroom counter as he watched you shove the shower door further aside, fully revealing yourself to his insatiable eyes.

"oh, but i insist," you teased, overflowing with your newfound boldness. "don't you wanna join me in here?" you tilted your head at him, pleading with big fuck-me eyes. after a pitiful sigh he relented, nodding enthusiastically. "don't worry about the shoes," you assured him, extending a hand to help him in. he was panting immediately, clearly not from the dissipating heat.

you guided his hand to rest on your hip, still hot and wet from your unnecessarily long (yet unfinished) showering endeavors. the feeling of skin seemed to snap him out of his bashfulness, his hand traveling almost of its own will to grip your ass desperately. "fuck," he whined as you planted a hand on his abdomen, letting it slip under his waistband playfully. "i gotta warn you, ma'am, my, um-- nanami might come looking for me if i don't give him an update soon--" you cut him off by hastily tugging his pants down, pressing your back against the dripping tile behind you. one leg wrapped around his narrow waist, pulling him in, his cock prodding your stomach.

"that's fine," you purred, shifting him around with your leg to guide him into your entrance. "we can fit one more in here." he groaned, sinking into you, resting his head on your shoulder as he let you adjust. maybe he hadn't caught what you said, but he was throbbing inside you nonetheless. "you better hurry if you don't want mr. nanami to join us," you cooed, nipping his ear. the threat seemed to go straight to his hips, hurriedly fucking into you like it was his goal all along. he let out a ragged breath as you clenched around him. he had no intention of disclosing it to you, but based on his performance, it must have been his first time; erratic thrusts, constant whimpering, excessive sensitivity. it was a surprise to both of you that he lasted more than a few strokes. you had hardly processed the fact that he had pulled out of you until you felt the hot spurts on your stomach, his dick still half-hard and pulsating on your hip. he struggled to catch his breath before speaking.

"sorry," he rasped, supporting himself with a hand beside your head. "didn't know if i was allowed to.. you know." he flashed a sheepish smile, flicking the sweaty hair from his eyes. the sweetly innocent look on his face made something cruel flash through your mind. he had finished so quickly that you were certain he could make time for your ridiculous demand. you put on a pout, looking at him like a disappointed mother.

"after i just showered," you chastised, shaking your head. "do you think you could clean me up?" nevermind the fact that you hadn't really finished showering in the first place-- that was none of his business. nevermind how easy it would be to grab a washcloth or turn the water back on again. if it didn't occur to him, then it didn't need to occur to you. you planted a hand on his shoulder, just firm enough to push him down to his knees before you. "you don't mind, do you?" you were playing with this poor boy. the way the blood rushed straight back to his dick erased your guilt pretty quickly. when he raised a hand to wipe the mess away, you wagged a disapproving finger. fortunately for you, he understood without explanation. his cheeks once again flushed, he tentatively licked at one spot of cum. the light feeling of his tongue on your skin made your muscles tense, a small noise escaping you. he made a face, displeased at the taste or the texture, pausing before lapping up more. he grew bolder fast, sucking hickeys into spots he had just licked clean, pulling more soft noises out of you. you didn't ignore the way his hand found his dick, jerking himself off feverishly as he tongued his own cum off of your skin. he delivered sweet mewls into your abdomen, sucking air in through clenched teeth as he unloaded again onto the dewy floor, finally spent. as if on cue, his phone, at some point abandoned beside the sink, started to ring, the awful ringtone bouncing off of the cavernous walls.

"oh, fuck, that's nanami," he sighed, rising on unsteady legs and adjusting his half-damp pants. "he'll be by to explain things to you at some point anyways, i guess i should have mentioned that." you watched as he hoisted himself out of the shower, looking himself over in the un-fogged mirror. "i, um.. thank you," was all he could say, looking down shyly as he darted out the door. 

it occurred to you at some point in your conversation with the man in the suit that he was, undeniably, the nanami that the boy had mentioned. the nanami you had hypothetically invited to join you in your unglamorous shower sex. you awkwardly cleared your throat, directing your attention back to whatever the hell he had been saying. maybe you should get yourself involved with curses more often.

yall really get up at 7am and reblog porn

choso has a porn addiction, plain and simple. every morning for him starts with the same: open up twitter, get his bottle of lotion, and scroll through his bookmarks until he can cum. he’s had girlfriends in the past, they all thought his addiction was gross. what girl would ever entertain a guy that jerked off to random girls getting creampied on twitter?

well, you, of course.

he messaged you on a random morning, ‘hey’, was all it said. you happened to have a slight porn addiction of your own, having filled your bookmarks for your own solo sessions. you didn’t realize your messages were open and felt your brow go up as you read his message. a click to his bio and there wasn’t much there, just the year he was born and 🇯🇵. your first instinct was to delete the message, but your curiosity got the best of you. you messaged back, investigated how he found your account, and choso revealed his intentions.

‘are you into the idea of sending some nsfw posts to each other?’

choso used to sext with his ex girlfriends, but none of them wanted to include porn. they found it weird and considered it cheating to look at videos while in a relationship. now here he was, randomly texting a stranger on the internet to get a quick nut. if he wasn’t palming his dick through his shorts right now, he’d actually think he looked a bit pathetic. it wasn’t until you said yes and started sending your bookmarked videos did he realize what he was getting himself into.

freeing his dick from his briefs, he started to stroke himself while imagining himself doing the things in the videos with you. he didn’t know what you looked like, hell, he wasn’t even sure you were who you said you were. but you were just as porn obsessed as he was, and he didn’t think you could get any better until you sent another message.

‘let me suck it while you play video games.’

it’s like you knew the exact words to say to get him off. choso hastily reciprocated, although it had become quite difficult to type with one hand. he confessed on how desperately he wanted to cum in your pussy and how you suck him in so well, not knowing that you too had started pleasuring yourself at the mere thought. it had been a while and you needed some action too, okay? his messages started getting further and further apart until he asked you to send a post he can finish to. bringing yourself back to reality for a quick moment to send him a creampie video, how could you have known his favorite genre? you found yourself soon chasing your own orgasm. the echoes of the moans coming from your phone had blended with yours, and you soon came undone on your fingers. 

once you remembered to look at your phone again, choso had let you know that he had made a mess, followed by a picture of his cum stained hand and torso. when you sent back a picture of your glistening fingers and soiled sheets, choso audibly moaned. what a pervert.

‘fuck, you’re making me hard… is same time tomorrow good with you?’

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uhh welp this is my first piece of work on tumblr LMFAO HEY GUYS! special shoutout to my pookie bears @gojoscinnamonroll @xixflower @takumasimp @webism for encouraging me and AAAAAAAA I HOPE SOMEBODY LIKES THIS,,,, i wanna keep posting on here so lmk what you think :3 ok bye beanie out

big beefy men who whine for you to let them cum! big beefy men who whimper while you bounce on their lap! big beefy men who hold onto the furniture and beg to “please, please let me touch you!” big beefy men who cry from how good it feels! big beefy men who hide their faces in embarrassment from the noises they make on accident! big beefy men who cling tight to you while fucking you so they can be as close as possible! big beefy men who whine and beg for you to give them a kiss while they’re balls deep! big beefy men who

𓏲 ˖. ♡ Ekko as your bf

having the boy who shattered time as your bf

warnings. none, just all fluff (truly need it after act iii)

How You Got Together.

• It started with a deep friendship. You were someone who always stuck by him through thick and thin, whether it was sneaking into Zaun’s alleys to watch him race or sitting on rooftops together while he talked about his plans to make Zaun a better place.

• Ekko didn’t realize his feelings right away, but every time he saw you cheering him on or patching up his wounds after another risky stunt, something in his chest warmed.

• One day, during a quiet moment after a long day of running with the Firelights, he blurted it out. “You know, you’re the only person who keeps me sane around here. I think I’m in love with you.”

• You were stunned for a second, but when you smiled and told him you felt the same way, he grinned so wide his face hurt. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, huh, Firefly?”

Nicknames He Gives You.

• Firefly — His favorite. You’re his little spark of light in Zaun’s darkness.

• Shorty/Tallie — Depending on your height, he’ll playfully tease you about it.

• Gearhead — If you have any interest in tinkering or helping him fix things, this becomes a fond nickname.

• Starling — For when he’s feeling extra soft and poetic.

• Babe — When he’s feeling casual or playful.

Love Languages.

• Acts of Service: Ekko loves taking care of you in small, thoughtful ways: tinkering with gadgets to make your life easier, fixing anything you need, or walking you home to make sure you’re safe.

• Physical Touch: He’s touch-starved, and it shows. He thrives on hand-holding, cuddling, and casual touches like ruffling your hair or resting his hand on your knee during meetings.

• Quality Time: Ekko values the moments when it’s just the two of you. Whether you’re hanging out in the hideout or watching the stars from the rooftops, he treasures your company.

How He Shows Affection.

• He has this way of looking at you like you’re his entire world, especially when you’re laughing or talking about something you’re passionate about.

• He’s a sucker for forehead kisses: quick, soft, and full of love.

• Ekko likes to surprise you with little gifts he makes himself, like a glowing trinket to wear or a gadget that makes your life easier.

• When he’s feeling especially bold, he’ll pull you close by the waist and murmur something sweet in your ear just to see you blush.

What He’s Like in a Relationship.

• He’s fiercely loyal and protective, always making sure you’re safe and cared for.

• Ekko is a mix of playful and serious. he’ll joke around to make you laugh, but when it comes to your happiness or well-being, he’s all locked in.

• He listens to you like it’s the most important thing in the world, always giving you his full attention. He’s like completely mesmerized with the way you speak to him. like it could literally be you just yapping about the stupidest thing and you will still have his full attention. Ekko would be all smiley and smitten he just loves hearing you talk about your interests.

Dates with Him.

• Rooftop stargazing is one of his favorites. He’ll bring a blanket and snacks, and you’ll spend hours lying side by side, talking about anything and everything.

• Late-night walks through Zaun, where he shows you hidden spots he loves, like graffiti walls he painted or quiet corners with the best views of the Undercity lights.

• He loves taking you everywhere with him. Anywhere, that would allow him to proudly show you off to his crew.

• Sometimes, dates are simple. Fixing things together, cooking (well, attempting to), or dancing to music in the hideout.

• Taking you to do inventions. Whether it’s with heimerdinger or not he will not mind having you around while he does his nerdy stuff. Encourages you while you try to do something while failing miserably.

What He Loves About You the Most.

• Your unwavering support. He’s always carrying the weight of Zaun’s struggles, and you’re the one person who makes him feel like it’s okay to lean on someone else for a while.

• Your laughter. It’s his favorite sound, and he’ll do anything to hear it.

• Your determination. Whether you’re helping him with the Firelights or pursuing your own goals, he admires your drive and tenacity.

• The way you care for others. It reminds him of why he fights so hard to protect Zaun.

Arguments with Him.

• Ekko HATES arguing, especially with you. He’ll try to keep his cool, but sometimes his frustration slips out.

• He’s quick to apologize if he’s in the wrong. He doesn’t like going to bed angry, so he’ll do whatever it takes to make things right before the night ends.

• If you’re upset, he’ll give you space if you need it, but he’ll always check in to make sure you’re okay. “Look, I’m sorry. I just… I hate fighting with you. Can we talk about this?”

• Arguments never last long because both of you care too much to stay mad.

Little Things He Does for You.

• He always checks in on you, whether it’s through quick messages or showing up to see you in person.

• He’ll steal your snacks but always makes sure to bring extras so you don’t actually lose out.

• Ekko loves playing with your hair, whether it’s braiding it, twirling it around his finger, or just running his hands through it absentmindedly.

• When you’re stressed, he’ll pull you into a hug and whisper, “You got this, Firefly. I believe in you.”

• If he notices you shivering, he’ll shrug off his jacket and wrap it around you without a second thought.

Moments That Make Him Soft.

• When you fall asleep on his shoulder after a long day. He’ll sit perfectly still so he doesn’t wake you, his heart melting at how peaceful you look.

• The way you light up when you see him, like he’s the only person in the world that matters.

• When you cheer him on during one of his missions. Your belief in him gives him strength like nothing else.

• Watching you interact with Scraps or other animals. He loves seeing your gentle, caring side.

Overall in my opinion.

Ekko as your boyfriend is a mix of excitement, warmth, and unwavering devotion. He’s someone who will always have your back, someone who will fight for you and with you, and someone who will treasure every moment you spend together. With him, life in Zaun feels a little brighter, a little safer, and a whole lot more full of love.

note. just my opinion :3

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I eat this shit upppp

tipping your sworn enemy’s chin up with a blade, admiring their scornful scowl, as well as the amusing blush blooming across their punchable face that follows.

seeing the way they subtly adjust their pants, attempting to hide the evidence they might not despise you as much as they want you to think.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

toji “i’m not gay” fushiguro letting shiu fuck him (not in a gay way because he’s def not gay)

“fuuuuuck.” toji groans, digging his heels into the sheets where he has his knees bent. shiu’s hand around his cock is so tight, stroking him off steadily while he eats him out.

toji burries his hand in shius hair and grips the strands roughly, making shiu grunt against his ass. “fuck, so rough. this is how you say thank you for eating your ass?” he teases, kissing his thigh before sucking on his balls while teasing toji’s cockhead with his fingers.

toji sucks air in through his teeth, eyes fluttering. “don’t kiss me, and you know you like it.” he yanks on shius hair again, emphasizing his words when he grunts in pleasure, lips popping off of his balls.

“so i can burry my tongue here?” shiu says, sucking and licking against his hole, making toji buck against his face. shiu shakes his head back and forth, letting his tongue sloppily lick him down there, before he pulls back. “but i can’t kiss you?”

“it’s fucking weird, i’m not a woman.” toji grunts, slapping shius hand out of the way to jerk himself off when he goes too slow for his liking.

shiu smirks predatorily and climbs up the bed, taking his own cock in his hand while he slides himself between tojis legs. “no, you definitely aren’t.” he agrees, teasing tojis hole with the tip of his cock by rubbing it up at down.

toji bites his lip, jerking his dripping cock faster. “hurry up, don’t have all day.” he grunts, squeezing shius waist with his knees.

shiu presses the tip of his cock against his hole harder, teasing him to the tip before pulling back out. “what if i want to hear you beg?” shiu teases, nudging toji’s balls with his cock and making him groan.

“i’m not begging for your cock, i’m not gay.” toji grunts, reaching down to grip shuis thigh while undulating his hips up and down.

shiu smiles and drags his cock back to tojis asshole, finally giving him what he wants. toji groans long and low, gripping the base of his cock in an iron hold to prevent himself from cumming prematurely while he presses his lips together, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“my cock is in your ass, zenin.” shiu says, pulling out to give toji a shallow thrust. toji immediately grunts when he finds that sweet spot inside him right away.

“so?” he replies breathily, begining to stroke his cock when shiu starts pumping into him steadily.

shiu wraps his arms around tojis thick thighs, holding them to his chest before he starts to pick up the pace, balls slapping welty against tojis ass as he pounds his hole. “you said you’re not gay, but you let me put my cock in your ass.”

tojis eyes are rolling back in his head, and he grits his teeth, reaching up with one hand to pinch his sensitive nipple while stroking himself off. shiu pounds right against his prostate with each thrust, making his stomach heat. “shut the fuck up. fuck. shit, fuck that feels fucking good.”

shiu bites his lip before poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, leaning back to angle his hips upwards more. he’s rewarded by a loud grunt from toji when he pegs his prostate dead on. the slapping of his balls against tojis ass is so vulgar and aggressive, he loves it.

“feels good when a cock massages your prostate, huh?” shiu teases, watching toji act like a slut on his cock, pinching his nipples and tightening his hole like a pro.

“doesn’t- make me fucking gay, fuck!!” he borderline yells when shiu presses his legs down by his head, lifting his ass off the mattress as he starts pounding him deep.

“god, i’m in ur fucking stomach zenin. you like that doll? huh?”

his only response is tojis hand smacking against his lips to shut him up. shiu darts his tongue out and instantly is met with the taste of his salty cum. toji is still pinching his nipples, but he let his cock go to shut him up. now it’s bouncing freely against his stomach, so red and hard, almost ready to burst. shiu wants so badly to suck it down his throat and relieve his ache.

“give it to me harder, know you can do better than that, cmon.” toji grunts. shius balls throb when toji slaps his ass before digging his nails into the fat of it, still pinching his nipple so hard it looks borderline painful.

“your hole is so tight, zenin. you feelin it? cos im gonna cum.”

toji starts fucking him back harder, cock slapping well against his stomach, leaving a pool of pre on his abdomen. “you’re such a- one minute man, make me cum first. selfish- fucking-“ tojis mouth falls open in a silent moan when shiu stars pounding harder, deeper, faster.

tojis cock erupts, his balls pushing out his cum all over his torso as he orgasms handsfree. his seed shoots all over his chest, some even getting on his chin as he tips his head back and groans like his soul is leaving his body.

“oh yeah baby, fuuuck. milking my fucking cock. god you’re so sexy cumming without touching your dick. fuck!!” shiu isn’t far behind him. he presses his body weight down on toji and stills as he spills his seed inside his tight asshole, grunting when rope after rope fills him.

both men breath heavily coming down from their orgasms. shius head is burried in tojis neck, and toji curses at him when shiu kisses his chest. pushing off of his body, still inside him, he teasingly thrusts his softening cock inside his ass. “think it’s gay to have an ass full of cum, zenin?”