Melonacco - Coco Tropicana

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This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

bf!wonwoo thoughts

genre: fluff, suggestive

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bf!wonwoo who thinks everything is better if he does it with you. playing games on his computer? wordlessly hands you a controller so you can play with him. reading a book? it’s much more enjoyable if you’re resting your head on his shoulder while he turns the pages for you. wonwoo who always has your favourite mug ready when he pours himself a cup of coffee. he refuses to leave bed in the morning if you’re still asleep, only willing to start his day when you start yours. he’ll trace patterns into the skin of your arm or run a finger along the curve of your cheek while you sleep, smiling sheepishly if your eyes blink open. wonwoo who says shopping for groceries is 100%, definitely, always a two person job. doesn’t matter if it’s only to pick up a carton of milk, he’s coming with you. says it’s for ‘moral support’ (he would superglue himself to you if he could).

bf!wonwoo who is so subtly flirty it drives you crazy. eye contact with frequent glances at your lips. sly smiles and once overs, then twice overs, when you try on a new dress. a hand darting out to wipe pasta sauce off the corner of your mouth. two hands wrapping a scarf securely around your neck. wonwoo who takes every opportunity to dote on you. in private or in public. slides your joint hands into his coat pocket as you walk together. opens his coat and pulls you flush against him when you’re not warm enough for his satisfaction. picks fluff out of your hair like it’s second nature. wonwoo who notes the way your cheeks flush pink and laughs, placing a kiss to your nose. wonwoo who follows up with a kiss to your lips when your ears bloom the same shade as your cheeks. “why so shy?” he whispers. but he knows.

bf!wonwoo who thinks the sound of your laughter is the prettiest he’s ever heard. so he does everything that he can to hear it. cheesy pick up lines when you fuss over the stove with him in the morning. stupid dad jokes that make you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. his eyes trained on you as a comedy film plays on tv, praying he catches your soft laughs at the scripted jokes. wonwoo who won’t hesitate to coax them out of you if he has to. soft pokes at your stomach, victorious when you splutter out a laugh. fingers tickling the soles of your feet as they rest on his lap, pulling whiny giggles from your throat. wonwoo who has a deep frown on his features when he sees your face wet with tears and your eyes bloodshot. wipes at your cheeks and places soft kisses to your hair, warm and soothing. relieved when you give him a watery smile. makes a mental note to never let you nip to the corner store alone, even if you relentlessly insist.

bf!wonwoo who gets a little jealous even if he pretends not to. wonwoo who simmers a little when you smile sweetly at the old friend you bump into in the frozen foods aisle. wonwoo who can’t help but let out a gruff sigh when you tell him how that friend had a penchant for cracking the silliest jokes. he mumbles under his breath when you question the change in his demeanour, getting sulkier the longer it takes for you to catch on. and when you do? the shy smirk you give him makes him short circuit. wonwoo who is quick to press his lips against yours the second the door closes behind you. wonwoo who mutters things like ‘mine’, ‘my baby’ and ‘no one but me’ into the crook of your neck. wonwoo who grins smugly when you nod feverishly, pressed against the door. wonwoo who peppers your skin with kisses, returning your need for him tenfold.

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written with @waldau in mind! since wonwoo is ur ult <3 thank u for reading and enjoying my work, ur reblogs make my day!!

sobbing “toru, toru, toru,” over n over again into gojo’s neck while he fucks you so good you start crying.

size kink is so fucking hot.

"too big for you, right?", "c'mon doll you can take it.", "you came? but i just put my tip in baby." "shh i am here princess, hold onto me.", "attagirl, you're taking it like a champ.", "look at you, fucking yourself on a cock that was too big for you.", "cum on it baby. fhuuck. you're squeezing me."

men with oral fixations are overpowered because they'll always want their mouth on you cuz what else is better than having the taste of you on their tongue, the texture of your skin between their teeth

and what's better than being relentlessly consumed by the one you love

wonwoo's kiss tastes so sweet. the beer he just had with you got nothing on his lips, on the way its soft skin opens your own to slide his tongue into your mouth.

he holds your throat with a delicate touch, fingers coming up to your face while caressing your skin, thumb brushing away the tears that overflows from your eyes.

"please...", you whisper, eyes still closed.

"what?"

"don't leave me", you shake your head.

your cheeks are burning with your tears and your lips are hurting from being away from wonwoo's. the dim lights of the room don't let him see you as well as he wished, but he knows, from how you shake under his touch, that you're desperate right now.

still, wonwoo laughs.

"you must underestimate my love if you think i could ever leave you."

wake up babe new wonu meme just dropped 👀

i absolutely need 69 with gojo, with fem!reader on top

mdni. cunilingus, very mild face fucking, dirty talking im not sorry, praising: good girl, princess, baby.

“aw, baby” Satoru slurs the last word, dragging the syllables to make his voice tone a tad more playful knowing damn well that would only make you squirm . “you’re dripping like crazy, are you really that horny from sucking my cock?” he mutters before whistling softly, thumbs spreading your glistening folds to watch how drops of slick trail from your hole, to your clit and onto his chest.

you should know better than to trust your boyfriend in such situation; moaning brokenly at the cool breeze against your heated core before attempting to rise and talk back to Satoru, only to be met with a buck of his hips, forcing more of his hard cock into your mouth.

“so needy too” he grins, loving the surprised muffled sound coming from your throat, “you should watch yourself, this pretty cunt is drooling all for me” it comes as a deep growl, latching his lips around your clit before you get to protest, still spreading your cheeks apart so your slick dribbles from his nose and jaw, messily joining his saliva and allowing the lewd sound to resonate around the room.

“s’fucking good” Satoru hums against your pussy, eating you out like the starved man he naturally is, all while his hips rhythmically buck up into the warmth of your mouth.

he’s left almost brainless at your taste, the lewd sounds you make enough to spur him into almost face fucking into you, hips messily bucking up with each muffled sound of approval that die on his throat at the glide of his tongue up and down your slit, his own cock pulsing inside your mouth, positively drooling precum directly onto your tongue flat on the underside of him.

Satoru is quite the talkative man, much worse during sex but the mixed pleasure of your mouth and pretty cunt wrapped around his tongue is enough for all coherent thoughts to leave his brain, solely focusing on babbling contently with each slurp and suck on your hole, thumb joining the sticky mess to rub on your neglected clit.

“good girl, good fucking girl” he huffs, pulling back to catch his breathing while continuously pressing kisses on your messy cunt, his body reactions going in sync with your own, every bob of your head is meet with his own tongue swiping across your clit, wishing nothing but to fuck his cock a bit deeper inside your mouth.

a specially hard suck on your clit and fingers tracing the twitching contour of your pussy are enough for you to pull his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop, eyes rolling back and cheek pressed against his throbbing length.

“you fucked dumb already?” Satoru chuckles, raising a bit to watch your messy expression, lips and chin glistening with a mixture of saliva and precum, making his cock twitch and slightly tap against your cheek.

he knows you’re close, the way your hips began to hump back against your boyfriend’s tongue was enough proof, “c’mon, princess, just the tip, yeah? you can do that dont’cha?” cooing you into suckling on the tip of his cock while he drove you over the edge, and who are you to comply when Satoru makes you feel so good, quickly popping the tip between your lips with high pitched whimpers vibrating on the flushed sensitive skin.

you’re not certain who came first, thick ropes of cum exploding inside your mouth as you choked with a sob, cumming all over Satoru’s tongue and fingers grazing the messy lips of your pussy.

“yeah, good girl, make a mess all over me” he mutters while you squirm, “now roll over, baby, i’m not done with you”

Nanami reverse parking on my mind

yuuji has suuuuuuuch weighted blanket boyfriend energy. just lays down on top of you and it feels so good he’s so warm and soft and heavy in a way that’s comforting and compressing and he nuzzles his head into your tummy and giggles when you tell him his nose is cold and hums like a little cat when you play with his hair