Imagining boyfriend Choso taking you to a funfair, eager to get you on the ferris wheel so you both can get a view of the city. However, instead of viewing the city, he’s got a view of something else. Your hardened nipples as he rubs and pinches on them in order to distract you from the heights you fear. He will make it his right to comfort you in every which way he can. Hands groping your breasts and thumb massaging your nipple just the way you like it. He would wrap his arm around you, protecting you from the outside world as he captures a nipple in his mouth. Coating it with his saliva.
He knows your body so well, so he takes the opportunity to use his knowledge to his full extent. You’re in such a daze that you don’t even realise how high you are, you’re just focused on the cool wind hitting your skin and his large hands soothing you. His cock getting harder by the second as everything about you engulfs him, your scent, your moans, your skin. He won’t be able to contain himself, whimpering as he fondles you. His fingers will eagerly find your wet cunt, playing with you so effortlessly. You pathetically tell him to stop even though your body inches closer to his, your moans stating otherwise. He’ll whisper to you about how no one can see you, and that everything’s okay. Despite your nervousness, he wants people to see and hear what he’s doing to you. He wants people to know just how feral you make him. He couldn’t care about the audience you are so afraid of.
He kisses your shoulder blade, getting a whiff of your cocoa butter scented hair, your tight curls tickling his nose. Your moans fill the small pods that only hold you two in it. He initially wanted you both to view the city from the height you are at now, but he’ll just settle on taking you to a different height.
This is based on that scene from 'Glorious' by @bearhugsandshrugs - the fic that transformed me into a Gort fucker 4 lyfe. Go and follow her and read all of her horny gorbage please
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Doodling pictures of Ellie and you while you’re at home, staying off patrols because you’re sick. Ellie coming home and finding the sketches sprawled out on the floor beside the bed, smiling to herself softly. She picks them up and bunches them up neatly to place them on her desk, observing them carefully. After she’s satisfied that she’s memorised every detail she joins you in bed, spooning you, caressing your face and hair. She kisses your neck, waking you up a little.
“Hmmm, El?” You mumble, voice coated in sleep.
“It’s alright babe, just me, lay back down.” She whispers and pulls you back.
So I watched Saltburn the other day and all I can say is that you can tell what kind of person I am that, if I were Felix, I would be super ok with that deranged man being obsessed with me