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EPISODE #2 — CATG1RLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! — featuring choso kamo (1.9k words) & suguru geto (1.7k words) content warnings reader wears cat ears, dub-con, yandere themes (over-obsessive (!!), overprotective (!!), mentions of murder (!!)), unprotected sex + creampies, manhandling, mean dom! suguru, dom! choso, collaring, pet-play, recording during sex, whiney + pussy drunk choso, degradation + humiliation, mindbreak + dumbification, cock drunk reader

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CHOSO’s hands tremble as he watches you.

you’re just standing there, adjusting your cute little cat ears in the mirror like it’s nothing, but to him? god, it’s everything. his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest, his dick already straining against his pants from the sight of you. you’re too cute, too perfect — so much so that it’s almost painful, and he’s seconds away from losing it completely.

“choso?” you call out softly, glancing at him over your shoulder, your innocent tone only making it worse. “are you okay, baby? you look —”

but before you can finish your sentence, he’s on you, crowding you against the dresser with his larger frame, his breath hot and heavy against the back of your neck as his hands grip your waist tightly. he can’t form the words to explain what’s happening to him, can’t tell you how your cuteness has him on the verge of tears, how every little thing you do makes his chest feel like it’s going to explode.

“s-sorry… i can’t —” he gasps, his voice already shaky as he presses himself against you, desperate for any sort of relief. “i can’t take it, baby, i—fuck, you’re too cute. y-you don’t even know what you do to me…”

his hips grind into you as he speaks, and you can feel just how hard he is, his cock throbbing against your ass even through his clothes. the desperation in his voice is palpable, and you can tell he’s barely holding it together. when you turn to look at him, his eyes are glossy, his lips parted as he pants heavily.

“choso,” you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, but that only seems to break the last bit of control he has left. his breath hitches, and before you know it, he’s dragging you to the bed, practically throwing you onto the mattress as he fumbles with his belt, hands shaking so much he can barely get his pants off.

“p-please… please let me,” he’s babbling now, voice full of need as he kneels between your legs, already tugging your panties down. “i need you, i need to feel you—so bad, baby. it hurts…”

he’s barely holding it together, and the second he frees his cock, he’s pressing the tip against your slick entrance, groaning softly at the wetness already coating you. but he doesn’t wait — can’t wait. he’s too far gone.

with one quick thrust, he’s inside you, burying himself to the hilt, and the feeling of your tight, wet heat around him almost sends him into tears right then and there.

“oh fuck… oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he whimpers, his voice cracking as he pulls out just to slam back into you. his whole body shudders as he moves, and the way he’s already so deep inside you has you gasping beneath him, clenching around his thick length as his pace picks up.

but choso’s not done. no, the moment he feels your walls tighten around him, it’s like something snaps in him, and his thrusts grow frantic, sloppy, desperate. he’s fucking you like a man possessed, eyes squeezed shut as he babbles uncontrollably, his hands gripping your hips so tight they’ll probably leave marks.

“f-fuck, fuck, you’re so —” his voice cracks again, and you realize with a start that he’s whimpering, his hips stuttering as he pounds into you harder, chasing the high that’s building inside him. “so good, baby… so good for me, so tight, i can’t — i can’t fucking take it. i’m… oh god, i’m gonna cum already, i —”

you can hear the panic in his voice, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he tries to hold himself back. but he can’t. you’re too perfect, too tight, too cute, and it’s driving him out of his mind.

“choso…” you moan, reaching up to pull him down closer, his face now buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips slapping against yours with every desperate thrust. you can feel the wet heat of his tears against your skin, and the sound of his broken whimpers sends a shiver down your spine.

“i-i can’t… i can’t do it,” he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion as he presses himself impossibly deeper, grinding into you with each thrust. “you’re too much… too perfect. i don’t deserve you — fuck, you’re so tight. ‘m sorry, baby, i can’t help it. i can’t… oh god, i’m gonna cum, i’m so close…”

his words are spilling out in a continuous stream of needy, pussy-drunk babbling, and you can feel just how close he is, his cock twitching inside you as his movements grow more erratic. and then you hear it — the softest little sob escaping his lips as he completely loses himself in the sensation of you, his thrusts turning messy, frantic, desperate to reach his release.

as choso pounds into you, body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure, his tear-filled eyes catch a glimpse of the cat ears perched on your head. the fuzzy little things are slightly askew — probably from how hard he's been fucking you — but they’re still there, perched so cutely on top of your head. for a moment, the sight of you, flushed and panting beneath him with those ears still on, nearly short-circuits his brain.

he swears he can barely see straight, his vision blurred by the tears filling his eyes, but when those ears come back into focus, it drives him insane — completely insane.

“f-fuck,” he snarls, though his voice cracks from desperation, a dangerous mix of aggression and need. his hips slam into you harder, each thrust deeper, more punishing. “god, y-you… look at you. those fucking ears. you think you can just wear them and expect me to hold back?”

his words are slurred, teetering between broken babbling and rough, possessive snarls. it’s like he’s warring with himself, torn between the raw need to destroy you and the overwhelming softness he feels, the need to hold on to something so precious.

“cute little thing… driving me fucking insane,” he growls low, his grip tightening on your hips as his cock slams even deeper inside you. “you’re mine, baby — mine — you get that? nobody else gets to see you like this. nobody else gets to have you. you’re all fucking mine.”

he’s panting heavily, chest heaving, his voice cracking between each rough thrust as his emotions churn violently inside him. he wants to be soft, to worship how cute you are, but something darker claws its way to the surface, the possessiveness boiling over into something almost primal.

his head dips down, tears staining his flushed cheeks, but his gaze locks on those ears again — the ears he bought for the both of you, for that stupid halloween party you were supposed to go to tonight — but instead, you’re beneath him, completely cock-drunk, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“fuck… baby,” his voice turns shaky, whiny even, but there’s a hard edge to it, like he’s just barely holding on. “you’re… you’re so fucking cute, i can’t — god, i can’t —” his thrusts grow erratic, hips slamming wildly into you as he whimpers and moans, overwhelmed by your tight heat and the image of those cat ears on your head.

“shit… those fucking ears…” he chokes out, voice cracking as his hands come up to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head roughly. “you think — fuck — you think i’m just gonna let this slide? you look too cute, baby… you… you don’t get it… i’m gonna ruin you — fuck, i’m gonna ruin this cute little body.”

you whimper beneath him, and he lets out a shaky, guttural groan. his cock twitches deep inside you, harder than ever, and he swears the sight of you in those ears makes him lose whatever fragile control he had left.

“don’t look at me like that,” he snarls, voice raw as he leans down, lips brushing over your neck, leaving biting kisses along the way. “fuck… i c-can’t take it. you’re gonna make me fucking lose it. i… i’ll never let you go… never. you’re too perfect — too fucking perfect for me to share.”

his hips snap against yours, harder, faster, desperate as he battles the overwhelming need to own you completely. he growls in your ear, teeth grazing your skin, each possessive word dripping from his mouth like venom.

“n-no one… no one else can touch you like this,” he spits, voice trembling between aggression and whining, his need for you overwhelming. “they even try, and i’ll fucking kill them. i’ll kill anyone who thinks they can take you from me.”

his tone is feral, his hips driving into you with an intensity that makes you dizzy, but then his gaze flickers back to your face, tear-streaked and beautiful, those fucking cat ears still on, and his aggression melts back into a whimper.

“oh god — oh god, baby,” he babbles, voice slurred and desperate, as his thrusts grow frantic, erratic. “you’re… so cute, so fucking cute — gonna make me… make me fucking cum so hard, i can’t — fuck, you’re too much…”

his hands are shaking, body trembling as he grips your wrists even tighter, nearly shaking as he leans down to kiss you, his lips needy, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

“y-you’re mine,” he babbles, voice cracking with emotion. “you’re mine… my pretty little kitty… i can’t let you go, can’t ever let you go. fuck, i’ll — i’ll destroy anyone who tries…”

and then his blurry vision catches those ears again, the fuzzy little things wobbling slightly as he pounds into you, and something snaps inside him. his cock twitches violently, his whole body shaking with how close he is to completely losing control.

“god — don’t move those ears,” he whines, breath hitching as he slams into you, rough and deep. “please… please… baby, keep them on, f-for me… you look so fucking cute — i… i can’t…”

his voice is high-pitched now, slurred, and teetering on a sob. the desperation in his tone is palpable, the way he’s clinging to you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“gonna cum so fucking hard — so fucking hard, baby — oh fuck, i can’t… can’t take it — i’m gonna fucking fill you up,” he cries out, body tensing as he gets impossibly rougher, driven purely by instinct and overwhelming lust. “you’re mine. all fucking mine.”

with one final, erratic thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching violently as he finally spills inside you, letting out a broken cry. his whole body shakes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clings to you desperately.

“thank you, t-thank you, baby,” he whimpers through labored breaths, his voice trembling as his cock continues to throb inside you. “you’re mine… my pretty little kitty… n-never… never letting you go…”

his voice trails off into soft whimpers as he continues to thrust weakly into you, his cock still twitching as he fills you up, his mind completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. and as you finally let yourself go, cumming around him with a soft moan, you can feel him trembling beneath you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he holds you close, his heart still racing.

and even as he’s coming down from his high, his cock still buried deep inside you, he catches another glimpse of those cat ears, and it makes him shudder, his body reacting like he’s ready to go again.

“fuck… those ears…” he murmurs, breathless. “god… you’re so perfect. too fucking perfect…i love you” he whispers brokenly, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he finally starts to come down from his high. “i love you so much… fuck, baby, you’re too cute. i can’t handle it…”

SUGURU always liked to admire you in every possible way.

from the casual days when you’d wear oversized hoodies and sunhats, to those cutesy moments when you managed to convince him to match your ridiculous frog hats. no matter what you had on, you always looked perfect to him. well, except for one thing.

cat ears.

he’s never seen you wear those, and when he brings it up, you always laugh it off. “they’re so outdated, sugu! plus, it’s so cringe.” but suguru? he isn’t going to let that go so easily.

he’s stubborn when it comes to these little things, especially when it involves the idea of seeing you in something so specific, something that could flip a switch deep inside him.

tonight, it’s one of those nights where you both get lost in the heady intensity of the moment, the dim lights casting just enough of a shadow to make everything feel deliciously intimate. you’re on all fours, his strong hands gripping your waist as he takes you from behind, deep and slow at first, like he’s savoring every second, every sound you make.

your voice is hoarse from crying out, pleads slipping through your lips between breathy moans. “s-suguru, please… it feels —” you gasp as he tightens the custom choker around your throat, his name engraved in delicate diamonds. it’s tighter than usual tonight, just enough to cut off your air supply in a way that leaves you dizzy, your senses on fire.

“what was that, pretty?” he growls, leaning over you, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers dig into your hips, steadying your trembling body. “use your words.”

“so… so good,” you manage to choke out, your voice barely a whisper. “feels so —”

before you can finish, he pulls back, his hands leaving your waist for just a second, and you feel the cool touch of something being placed on your head. you don’t even have time to react before he’s shoving your face into the mattress, his weight pinning you down as his pace picks up, thrusts harder, rougher.

“look at you,” he mutters, and you feel his hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back roughly so your body arches. your vision blurs from the tears pooling in your eyes, but you catch a glimpse of his digicam in the mirror propped up at the side of the bed. he always films these moments, every expression you make, every time you fall apart beneath him.

but this time, it’s different. he’s got you in focus, every angle perfect, and then you see them — cat ears perched on your head.

“suguru, what —”

“shh,” he cuts you off with a tug on your hair, forcing you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror, on the sight of yourself wearing those ears he’s gifted you. “just look at yourself. you see how pretty you are? wearing the ears i bought you, wearing my choker —” his voice drops to a low, teasing purr. “— you’re mine. every part of you.”

your heart races as you meet your own reflection, your face flushed and tear-streaked, the cat ears perfectly perched on your head like some twisted accessory, the choker around your neck shimmering in the dim light as a constant reminder of who you belong to.

“suguru, i —”

“quiet,” he growls, yanking your head back harder, his other hand gripping your throat, just under the choker, applying pressure until your breath hitches. “you’ll speak when i tell you to.”

you whimper, your body trembling under the intensity of it all — the way he’s controlling every part of you, making you watch yourself fall apart in front of his camera, the weight of his dominance heavy in the air.

he pulls out suddenly, only to push you down onto your back, the shift in position making your head spin. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he leans over you, the digicam still recording every movement, every expression.

“look at you,” he says again, his voice low, rough, as his eyes roam over your body, the way the cat ears frame your face. “so fucking perfect. you don’t even know, do you?”

you shake your head weakly, tears still threatening to spill as you gasp for breath, his pace relentless as he thrusts into you again, harder this time. your hands claw at his back, desperate to hold onto something, anything.

“these ears suit you,” he grins, leaning down to kiss you, biting your bottom lip just hard enough to make you gasp. “makes you look like the perfect little pet f’me.”

the intensity of his words, his actions, everything sends you spiraling. “s-sugu—”

“that’s right, baby,” he groans, eyes half-lidded as he watches the way you struggle to keep up, the way your body trembles beneath him. “keep saying my name. let me hear you.”

you can barely speak anymore, your throat raw from moaning and crying out, but his demand is enough to push you over the edge, and you scream his name, feeling the overwhelming pleasure rip through your body.

“that’s my girl,” he mutters, his voice low and possessive as he watches you, his hand wrapping around your throat once more, his thumb brushing over the choker. “mine. every single inch of you.”

he finishes right after you, his breath ragged as he presses his body into yours, keeping you pinned under him as you both ride out the high. but his eyes don’t leave you for a second. your expression — completely dazed, flushed, lips parted as you struggle to catch your breath — does something to him, sparks something primal.

"fuck," he growls, barely giving you a moment before he’s reaching for the digicam on the nightstand, grabbing it almost too roughly, and shoving it in your face. you’re too lost in your post-climax haze to register what’s happening right away, until you feel his hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look directly into the lens.

“look at you,” he hisses, eyes dark with lust and something more — something dangerous. “look at how fucking sinful you look right now. all ruined for me.”

he holds your face tight, his fingers digging into your skin as he angles the camera, making sure every inch of your flushed, wrecked face is caught on film. you can’t even think straight, your mind still clouded, but the possessiveness in his voice, the way his eyes burn with something obsessive, has you trembling.

“you know you’re mine, don’t you?” his voice is a low, dangerous growl, sending shivers down your spine. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch you, to fuck you. only me.”

you nod weakly, but that’s not enough for him. he leans closer, his grip on your chin tightening, the edge in his voice unmistakable. “say it.”

“i-i’m yours,” you stammer, barely able to get the words out as he holds you there, your face still shoved in front of the camera, the red recording light reflecting in his eyes like a predator cornering its prey.

“damn right you are,” he sneers, satisfied, but his hand doesn’t let go. his gaze hardens, and the next words that leave his mouth send a chill through your bones. “and if anyone tries to come between us — anyone tries to take you from me —” he pauses, smirking darkly, “they won’t even live long enough to regret it.”

you blink through the haze, and it’s then that you realize his breathing’s gotten more erratic, and his eyes — those deep, sharp eyes —are nearly wild now, like something inside him has snapped. he’s still holding the camera close to your face, filming every inch of your wrecked expression, but now he’s... rambling. a dark, possessive stream of thoughts that pours from his lips without pause, like he’s talking more to himself than to you.

“no one else could ever have you. no one else could even come close. you’re too perfect for anyone but me. and god, if anyone even thought about coming between us…” his grip on your chin tightens, hard enough that it’s starting to hurt. “i’d tear them apart. no hesitation. i’d make sure they’d never touch you, never even look at you again.”

you shudder beneath him, a small part of you, deep in the back of your mind, that’s starting to feel... worried. the way he’s talking, the intensity in his voice — it’s like he’s slipping away, like you’re reaching for him, but he’s just out of reach.

you try to speak, to pull him back. “s-suguru, i —”

but he isn’t listening. his hand cups your face now, almost tenderly, but the look in his eyes is anything but. “you’d never leave me, right? you’d never... try to go?” his voice softens for a moment, but the sharp edge is still there, hovering just beneath the surface. “because if you did... well, i don’t think i’d be able to handle that. i’d lose it. completely. and, darling, i’m not sure what i’d do.”

he’s still filming you, still holding your face, but his grip is tighter now, more desperate. you can feel the tension in his body, the way his words seem to carry a weight that’s sinking deeper and deeper into his mind. your heart races, not just from the intensity of everything but from the realization that something about this moment has him teetering on the edge.

you swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady, trying to pull him back to you. “suguru, i’m not going anywhere,” you whisper, though your breath hitches with the pressure of his hand. “i’m yours, remember?”

his eyes flicker, and for a second, you see the suguru you know, the one who adores you, the one who treats you like you’re his entire world. but it’s fleeting, and before you can even catch your breath, he’s leaning in closer, the camera still recording, his voice dropping to a near-maniacal whisper.

“mine,” he repeats, almost to himself, like he’s reaffirming it, reassuring himself. “always mine.”

and as his lips brush against your ear, his breath hot and shaky, you can’t help but feel that slight tug of fear deep in your gut. he’s still your suguru — your darling suguru — but right now… he’s out of reach. you can only hope that the next time he pulls you close, he won’t hold you too tightly.

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EPISODE 4 — FOXxXY MAMMA ! — featuring shiu kong (1.3k words) & ryomen sukuna (2.2k words) content warnings: reader wears fox ears, heavy predator/prey dynamics, backshots + unprotected sex, shibari, manhandling, marking, possessiveness, gagging + use of a gag, thigh humping, nebulophilia (aroused by smoke), brat taming, degradation + dirty talk + humiliation, cigarette play [please do not try this at home. this is for entertainment/fiction only], dom! sukuna, mean dom! shiu — kinktober masterlist ♰ general masterlist

SHIU stares at you with a blank, tired expression, his eyes narrowing as he takes a slow drag from the cigarette dangling between his lips.

his day has been long, stressful, and exhausting, and the last thing he wants is to play your games right now. but there you are, standing in front of him with those damn fox ears perched on your head, twitching like they’re part of some innocent little costume.

you know exactly what you’re doing, and so does he.

“you’ve really got some nerve,” shiu mutters, smoke curling from his lips as he leans back in his chair, his eyes flicking from your playful expression to those ridiculous fox ears. “after the day i’ve had, you think it’s smart to fuck with me?”

you tilt your head, letting the fox ears shift ever so slightly, your lips pulling into a teasing smile. you know he’s tired, that his patience is thin, but the thrill of seeing how far you can push him is too tempting. besides, you’ve always had a thing for the way shiu handles brats.

“what? you don’t like them?” you ask, your voice a mix of innocence and seduction, hands running over the soft ears. “i thought you’d appreciate a little distraction.”

his eyes darken, and for a second, the air shifts. shiu takes another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke linger between you as he exhales, his lip curling in annoyance. “oh, you want to distract me, alright. wanna play?”

before you can even register the change in his mood, shiu’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you down onto his lap. his movements are swift, the grip on your waist strong as he presses you down against him. you squirm slightly, feeling the hard outline of him beneath you, but his hand tightens around your hips, keeping you in place.

“you wanna be a brat, huh?” his voice is a low, dangerous growl, smoke curling from the cigarette still hanging between his lips. “think these little fox ears make you cute enough to get away with it?”

he grabs the plush fox ears, tugging at them roughly, almost knocking them off your head. the humiliation stings, your cheeks burning as the teasing element you thought would rile him up turns into something he’s using against you. his grip on the ears is rough, mocking, as if to remind you that in this game, you don’t have the upper hand.

"look at you," he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "you think wearing these stupid ears makes you special? like i’m gonna just roll over for some brat in a pair of cheap props?"

your heart races, the thrill of the situation mixing with the sharp edge of arousal as he yanks the ears again, your body jerking in response. you try to keep your composure, but the way his rough treatment affects you is undeniable. the heat between your legs is growing, pooling dangerously as you press down into his lap, trying to find some relief.

shiu notices, of course. his eyes drop to where your hips grind against him, and a slow, cruel smile spreads across his face. “oh, i see what’s going on here. you’re already getting off on this, aren’t you?”

before you can respond, he reaches for the gag — a strip of black leather he’s used before, one you know too well. without a word, he forces it between your lips, fastening it tightly behind your head. the humiliation is instant, the gag muffling any protest or response you might have as you stare up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“there we go. much better.” he takes another slow drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke directly into your face. the scent of it fills your senses, making your head spin, and the arousal inside you intensifies. it’s sick, how much the smoke turns you on, how the scent of tobacco in the air makes your body tremble with desire.

"you’re such a filthy little slut, aren’t you?" shiu mutters, flicking the ashes from his cigarette onto the floor beside you. “getting wet from just a little smoke and rough treatment. i bet if i checked right now, i’d find you soaking, wouldn’t i?”

you try to shake your head, to deny it, but the gag prevents anything more than a muffled whimper. shiu’s hand moves between your legs, his fingers pressing down firmly against the fabric, feeling the wetness that’s already soaked through. his expression twists into one of pure amusement as he looks down at the growing stain on his pants.

“pathetic,” he mutters, pushing his fingers harder against you, making sure you feel every bit of the humiliation. “you’re so fucking wet, you’re ruining my pants. like some desperate little bitch in heat.”

your body jolts at his words, a muffled moan escaping the gag as you press harder against his hand, your arousal overwhelming your sense of shame. the degrading words only heighten the feeling, and you can’t help the way your hips grind down into his touch, seeking more.

“you’re disgusting,” shiu growls, his voice filled with mockery as he watches you. “but i guess that’s what you wanted, huh? to be treated like the filthy lil’ slut you are?”

he takes another drag from his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling it slowly, letting it drift around you. the smoke hangs in the air, heavy and thick, and your body reacts almost instinctively, your hips jerking against him as the scent fills your senses.

shiu watches you with cold amusement, the cigarette hanging between his lips as he moves one hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice low and cruel. “you like being gagged and humiliated, wearing those stupid ears while you grind all over me.”

before you can respond, he pulls the cigarette from his lips, holding the glowing tip dangerously close to your thigh. the heat radiates from it, and your heart races in anticipation, your body tensing as the sting of the burn brushes against your skin. shiu’s grin widens as he presses the cigarette down, the sharp burn making you jerk in his lap, your muffled cry filling the room.

“that’s what you get,” he sneers, watching the red mark bloom on your skin. “a little reminder of who’s in charge here.”

he stubs the cigarette out on your skin again, the burn sharper this time, the pain mingling with the overwhelming arousal that’s taken over your senses. the heat, the humiliation, the way shiu’s degrading words cut through you — it all pushes you further into the brink of submission.

“you love it,” he mutters, pressing down harder on your hips, forcing you to grind against him. “you love being treated like this. and look at those fucking ears, still on your head like a little fox in heat.”

his fingers curl around the fox ears, tugging them roughly as he forces your head down, making you look at the stain you’ve made on his pants. “see this?” he mocks, his voice dripping with condescension. “you’re so turned on, you’re soaking through everything. fucking pathetic.”

you squirm in his lap, the shame and arousal too much to handle as his degrading words wash over you. shiu’s hand tightens on your waist, his voice dropping to a low growl as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear.

“you’ll take whatever i give you,” he murmurs, dragging the tip of the cigarette along your skin once more, the heat of it a constant reminder of his control. “because that’s what filthy little sluts like you are good for, aren’t you?”

you nod, your body trembling under his control, your arousal soaking through the fabric even more. the fox ears wobble on your head, a humiliating reminder of how far you’ve fallen, of how shiu’s tamed you completely. and as he leans back, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips, he knows he’s broken you in exactly the way he wanted.

the sprawling halls of SUKUNA's estate are eerily silent, save for the faint whisper of wind filtering through open windows.

the place is ancient and grand, but there's something cold and unforgiving about it — the vastness, the shadows stretching unnaturally along the walls, and the sense of being utterly alone.

well, not quite alone.

you feel his presence even when you can’t see him — that unsettling awareness that he’s close, always watching, always in control. the fox ears atop your head — a prop you jokingly suggested — now feel like they’re mocking you. the soft fur brushes against your skin as you move, trying to be quiet, but your footsteps still echo in the empty corridors. the estate is a maze, but no matter how far you run, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s just behind you, always closing in.

his voice breaks the silence, low and dripping with amusement. "where are you hiding, little fox?" his tone is mocking, predatory. "did you really think you could escape me?"

your heart races.

the thrill of the chase sends adrenaline pumping through your veins, but there’s a flicker of panic too — you know deep down that there’s no real escape. darting through a narrow hallway, your breathing quickens as you glance over your shoulder. no sign of him, but you can feel him — his presence like a shadow, inevitable.

you slip into a side room, pressing yourself into a corner, hoping to disappear into the shadows. your breath is shallow, heart pounding in your chest as you try to still the frantic rise and fall of your chest. the ears on your head shift slightly with your movement, reminding you of the game you’re playing, the role you willingly stepped into.

then, a sound — a single, deliberate footstep.

thud.

the door creaks open, and there he is, standing tall, framed by the doorway, his eyes gleaming with amusement. he leans against the frame casually, his arms crossed, that smug, predatory smirk on his face. the dim light catches on the sharp lines of his features, his gaze focused solely on you.

“found you.”

before you can react, you make a break for it, but he’s faster — so much faster. in a single movement, his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your wrist like iron. the other hand grabs at the fox ears on your head, yanking them playfully. his grip tightens, pulling you back against his solid chest, his breath hot against the side of your neck.

"you really thought you could get away?" he whispers, voice low, vibrating with dark amusement. he spins you around, pinning you roughly against the wall, his body towering over yours, completely engulfing you in his presence. his eyes gleam with satisfaction as he takes in your breathless, wide-eyed expression, the fox ears now askew, a reminder of the game you foolishly initiated.

he presses his lips to your ear, voice dripping with amusement and command. "now, let's make things interesting." from within the folds of his robes, he pulls out a long length of rope. the coarse texture brushes your skin as he lets it unfurl, his eyes never leaving yours, the smirk on his lips widening.

he makes no attempt to hide his anticipation as he begins. his hands move with precision, his movements deliberate as he drags the rope across your body, teasing you with the sensation. he starts by wrapping the rope tightly around your chest, forming a harness as he ties a diamond-shaped pattern across your torso, pulling the rope snug against your skin. his fingers work deftly, securing each knot with practiced ease, making sure it’s tight enough to restrict but not to hurt — yet.

as he moves, he steps back occasionally, admiring his work, enjoying the way your body reacts to the binding, the soft gasp that escapes your lips as the rope pulls taut around you. the friction of the fibers bites into your skin, not painful but enough to make you hyper-aware of every movement.

"stay still," he growls, his voice dropping lower, more commanding. "or i'll make it worse."

he brings your arms behind your back, securing them at the wrists with an intricate weave of rope, then binding them to the rope harness across your torso. the tension in the ropes pulls your shoulders back, leaving you exposed, vulnerable. his fingers trace along the ropes, tugging lightly, just enough to make you shift, the ropes digging deeper into your skin. he pulls the rope down, wrapping it around your thighs, the friction making you squirm, then ties your legs together at the knees and ankles with tight, controlled knots.

this isn’t just any binding — it’s the karada, the traditional body harness style of shibari. sukuna is precise, methodical, tying each knot with an air of control that feels like it’s been rehearsed a thousand times. the diamond patterns of the karada crisscross your body, the ropes creating a web that holds you completely at his mercy. you can feel the ropes pressing against every inch of your skin, restricting your movements without cutting off circulation— tight, secure, but not unbearable.

"perfect," he mutters, stepping back to admire his work. his eyes rake over your form, bound and helpless, the fox ears still perched atop your head, now a stark contrast to the elaborate ropework that encases your body. he circles you slowly, his gaze never leaving your face, savoring the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath.

"you look good like this," he murmurs, crouching down to meet your eyes, his voice a dark purr. his fingers trace the outline of the diamond pattern across your torso, tugging lightly at the ropes as he goes, making you gasp. "completely helpless. my little fox, all tied up."

his hand slides to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. "you wanted this, didn’t you?" his thumb brushes over your lips, a taunting, possessive gesture. "well, now you’re mine."

he stands, towering over you once more, his presence overwhelming as he looks down at you with that same smug, predatory grin. he tugs at the rope, pulling you to your feet despite the restraints, the tension of the ropes pulling at your skin with every movement. his fingers playfully tug at the fox ears once again, a reminder of the role you chose, of the hunt you started but never stood a chance of winning.

"the game’s over, little fox," he growls, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "now it’s time for your reward."

with a firm tug on the ropes, sukuna drags you toward the center of the room. your movements are restricted, stumbling as the bindings hold your arms and legs tightly in place. the ropes dig into your skin with every step, heightening your awareness of your vulnerability, and the plush fox ears atop your head shift from the motion. they feel ridiculous, a contrast to the intensity of the situation, but sukuna’s gaze never strays far from them. they amuse him, like a symbol of your submission — his prey.

he pushes you down to your knees effortlessly, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest as you kneel before him, bound and helpless. his fingers hook into the rope harness, pulling you closer until you’re practically pressed against his legs. he leans down, grasping the fluffy fox ears and tugging them playfully, his smirk widening at the way your body reacts to even the smallest touch. "still wearing these?" he taunts, voice low and mocking. "cute. you really wanted to play this part, didn’t you?"

you look up at him, heart pounding, breaths shallow. the feel of his grip on the ears, the pressure of the ropes, the looming presence of him towering above you — it all sends a surge of adrenaline through your veins. the thrill of being at his mercy, knowing you’re entirely in his hands, is undeniable. his predatory gaze scans your face, savoring the mix of fear and anticipation he reads there.

“look at you,” he growls, eyes dark and gleaming as he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. “such a good little fox, all tied up. do you understand now? you never stood a chance. i own you.”

he shifts, moving behind you in a fluid motion, yanking on the ropes with one hand to guide your body into position. sukuna is ruthless as he maneuvers you, pulling you down onto all fours, the tightness of the bindings holding your arms behind your back making it harder to balance. you’re bent over, exposed, vulnerable. your body trembles slightly with anticipation, and you feel the plush fox ears wobbling on top of your head — a constant reminder of the game you started.

he crouches over you, his massive form enveloping you completely, one hand gripping your waist while the other snakes around your neck, pulling you back against his chest. his lips brush your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "you wanted to be the prey?" he growls, voice a low rumble filled with dark satisfaction. "then i’ll take you like one."

without warning, he thrusts into you from behind, his movements forceful and unrelenting. there’s no gentleness, no hesitation — he takes you with the intensity of a predator claiming his prize. his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he sets a punishing pace, each thrust powerful and precise, driving deep into you. your body jerks forward with every movement, but the ropes keep you restrained, unable to escape even if you wanted to.

"that’s it," he grunts, his voice filled with raw pleasure as he watches you squirm beneath him. “don’t run now, little fox. you asked for this.”

your gasps and moans fill the room, mixing with the sound of his rough breaths and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. every movement sends the fox ears wobbling slightly, catching his attention again. he laughs darkly, leaning forward to grab at the ears once more, tugging them back roughly as he pounds into you.

“look at you, with your cute little ears,” he taunts, his voice thick with amusement. “you thought you could play the fox? you thought you could escape me?”

his hand snakes around to press down on the plush ears, forcing your head down to the floor as he continues to fuck you from behind. the pressure makes the ears fold awkwardly, a symbol of your submission under him. "stay down," he growls, voice dripping with dominance. "this is where you belong — under me."

every time your body clenches around him, his smirk widens. he leans over you, sinking his teeth into the back of your neck, marking you with the force of a predator claiming his prey. the bite is sharp, possessive, and he doesn’t let up, holding your skin between his teeth long enough to leave an imprint. the growl in his throat vibrates through you as he pulls back, admiring the mark he’s left.

“mine,” he growls, his voice thick with satisfaction, pressing a hand into the small of your back, forcing you down harder. “you’re mine, little fox. no one else gets to touch you like this.”

sukuna’s grip on the fox ears is relentless, pulling and twisting them, reminding you of the game you started. but there’s no denying it anymore — this isn’t a game to him. this is a hunt, and you’re his prey, caught and claimed.

“i’m going to break you,” he mutters darkly, his voice a low, dangerous whisper against your skin. “i’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

his pace quickens, merciless now, each thrust driving you further into submission. your body is on fire, every nerve alive under his brutal touch. his hand slides down your side, fingers digging into the ropes that bind you, tugging them just enough to make the tension bite harder against your skin.

“tell me,” he growls, his voice harsh and commanding. “who do you belong to?”

you can barely form the words, gasping for breath, but he waits — his grip tightening, his hips slamming into you relentlessly until you finally stammer out the answer he’s waiting for.

“y-you… sukuna, i — i belong to you.”

his smirk widens, his hand sliding up to grab the back of your head, pushing your face harder into the floor, his dominance palpable in every movement. "good girl," he purrs, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “my little fox. always mine.”

his pace becomes erratic, his growls deeper as he revels in your submission, the way your body trembles beneath him, the way the ropes keep you completely at his mercy. with a final, punishing thrust, he holds you in place, his fingers digging into your skin, his breath ragged as he cums inside you, the tension in the room hanging heavy. the fox ears atop your head, now askew and slightly crushed from his rough handling, are a reminder of how he’s tamed you. he stands, his breath still coming in heavy, satisfied with his conquest. he looks down at you, still bound, still trembling, and a sadistic chuckle escapes his lips.

"tamed at last," he murmurs, bending down to grab the ears one last time, giving them a playful tug. “but i’m not done with you yet, little fox. not even close."

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ok so im like butt naked in the shower rn but WOWWWWWW loser 27 year old choso….you made him SO ADORABLE??? like I am SO in love with the concept. the fact he’s so pathetic and respectful of the reader being younger than him. I just think it’s going to be SOOO CUTE especially with yuji as his little bb cheerleader haha.

it is SUCH a cute fic and I really hope you extend it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ ur brain is so immense and you cooked

aashi im litr gonna sleep rn and this is the last thing im seeing and im in litr tears. this concept is really special to me because i've been dying to right this for SO long, but had no idea how to approach it until i finally made the post

i answered a question on the "age gap" thing and how it isn't that bad, some other related questions about choso's ageism here. this fic is really special to me and i can't wait for yall to read it 😖🙏 i have a good feeling about this

♡ much love, have a blessed weekend ahead

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EPISODE #O1 — B1TCH IN HEAT ! — starring nanami kento & ino takuma (seperate) content warnings: reader wears dog ears & a collar, mean + soft dom! nanami, mirror sex, spanking, fingering, degradation + humiliation, praise, mean dom! takuma, backshots + doggy style, unprotected sex + pulled out, clit stimulation, hair pulling

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you’re fumbling with the bell collar around your neck when the bedroom door creaks open.

your heart skips a beat as NANAMI walks in, earlier than you expected.

for a split second, time seems to freeze.

there you are, standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a frilly maid outfit complete with a pair of cute dog ears perched on top of your head. the bell around your neck jingles slightly as you stand frozen, staring at nanami’s shocked expression through the reflection.

“nanami, i... i found this on sale,” you stammer, your voice shaky, trying to explain yourself, but the words trail off. you can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken, that composed, stoic demeanor slipping as he stares at you, his gaze traveling over your outfit, lingering on the bell collar and then... lower.

there’s a moment of silence, heavy and charged. your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you stand there, nervously twiddling your fingers, waiting for him to say something, anything. was he going to think this was weird? perverse? your mind races with the possibilities, and your hand instinctively reaches for the collar, fumbling with the clasp as you start to pull at it, desperate to take it off and escape the tension in the air.

but nanami doesn’t give you the chance.

“don’t.” his voice is low, commanding, and it sends a shiver down your spine. you freeze, your fingers stilling on the collar as you look at him through the mirror. his eyes meet yours, burning with something dark, something raw. it’s not disgust. it’s far from it.

“leave it on.” the words are barely a whisper, but they hold so much weight, and you find yourself unable to disobey. your breath catches in your throat as his large frame approaches you from behind, his presence looming, his hand gently grabbing yours to stop your frantic attempt at undressing.

“you’re really going to try and take this off?” he murmurs, his voice rough as his fingers brush against the zipper of your dress, his touch light but firm. “after putting all of this on for me?”

the way he says it makes your stomach flip, heat pooling between your legs as you bite your lip, unsure of how to respond. you feel his breath against your neck, hot and heavy, as he leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“turn around,” he orders, voice deep and laced with a quiet authority that you can’t resist. your body moves on instinct, and you find yourself facing the mirror again, his broad figure looming behind you, his eyes trained on you through the reflection. he’s not the nanami you’re used to — calm, composed, always in control. no, this version of him is something else entirely. something darker. more primal.

his hand grips your hip, fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he studies your reflection, his gaze sharp, heated. “you look so good like this,” he mutters under his breath, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks. “did you think i wouldn’t want you like this? dressed like my own little pet?”

you can’t help the way your thighs clench together at his words, your body reacting to the heat of his gaze, the low rasp of his voice. it’s overwhelming, the way he’s looking at you, like he’s ready to devour you whole.

before you can respond, his other hand comes down sharply against your ass, the loud smack! echoing in the room. you gasp, your body jolting from the impact, a sharp sting blooming on your skin as you instinctively arch your back, pressing into his touch.

“you didn’t even bother wearing panties?” nanami’s voice is tight with restraint, but there’s an edge to it, a simmering frustration that makes your heart race. his hand cups your bare ass, feeling the wetness already slicking your inner thighs, and he groans lowly, almost as if he’s struggling to keep himself in check.

“look at yourself,” he demands, his hand moving to grab your chin, forcing you to meet your own gaze in the mirror. “look how fucking needy you are already.”

his words send a rush of heat straight to your core, and you can’t help the soft whimper that escapes your lips, your legs trembling under his intense scrutiny. your eyes dart between the mirror and his reflection, seeing the way his jaw clenches, his composure threatening to crack as his fingers slide down to your dripping folds, teasing the slickness pooling there.

“already so wet for me,” he mutters, his voice dropping to a growl as his fingers gather the moisture, dragging them along your slit before pressing against your swollen clit. your knees buckle slightly, the sensation of his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you, but his grip on your hip keeps you steady, keeps you from falling.

you gasp, your hands shooting out to grip the edge of the dresser in front of you as nanami’s fingers work you expertly, rubbing tight circles on your clit while his other hand continues to deliver sharp smacks! to your ass, alternating between pleasure and pain. each slap makes you yelp, your ass tingling with the aftershocks as his palm lands again and again, leaving you breathless.

“fuck, nanami,” you whimper, your voice trembling as you struggle to keep your eyes open, to keep watching yourself in the mirror like he ordered. his gaze is unrelenting, his eyes fixed on your reflection, watching every little reaction, every twitch of your body.

“you like this, don’t you?” his voice is dangerously low, his fingers moving faster on your clit, his touch relentless. “you like being my little pet, don’t you?”

your breath hitches at the degrading words, your body betraying you as another wave of arousal floods through you, your hips grinding down against his hand as you chase the release building inside you.

“yes... yes, nanami,” you cry out, your voice breaking as his fingers push you closer and closer to the edge, the overwhelming pleasure making it hard to think, hard to breathe. —

“good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends you spiraling, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as you moan his name, your legs barely able to hold you up as the pleasure wracks through your body.

nanami doesn’t stop, his hand still delivering sharp spanks to your ass as you ride out your orgasm, your slick dripping down his fingers, coating his hand. he’s breathing hard now, his chest heaving as he finally pulls his hand away from your clit, admiring the mess he’s made of you.

as your trembling body slowly comes down from the overwhelming high, nanami’s hands, which had been so rough moments ago, now move with surprising tenderness. he gently caresses the reddened skin of your ass, his fingers brushing softly over the spots where he’d spanked you. the contrast between his earlier dominance and the care he’s showing now makes your heart race in a different way, a warmth spreading through your chest that’s almost as intense as the fire still smoldering between your legs.

you feel his breath ghost over the back of your neck before you feel the press of his lips — soft, gentle kisses trailing from your shoulder to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. you shiver, your breath catching as his mouth lingers there, his warm breath sending goosebumps down your spine. each kiss is slow, reverent, like he’s savoring the feel of your skin against his lips, and the contrast between his earlier roughness and this tender affection makes your knees feel weak all over again.

“you were so perfect for me,” he murmurs between kisses, his deep voice filled with warmth and admiration. “so, so good… my perfect girl.”

the praise makes your heart flutter, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes your lips as he continues to kiss your neck, the soft scrape of his stubble adding an extra layer of sensation to the tender affection. his hands, which had been holding your hips so firmly, now move to wrap around your waist, pulling you gently back against his chest. you feel the hard press of his clothed cock against your ass, the firm ridge of it straining against his slacks, but nanami doesn’t move — doesn’t thrust or grind against you like he so clearly wants to.

instead, he tightens his grip around your waist, holding you close as he presses his forehead to your shoulder, his breathing heavy and labored as he tries to keep himself in check.

“you have no idea how much i want you,” he breathes, his voice thick with restraint, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks. “but you’ve already been so good to me tonight… i don’t want to rush.”

his words, his control, only make you want him more, and you instinctively press back against him, your body aching for more of his touch. but nanami just chuckles softly, his lips finding your neck again, peppering you with more sweet kisses.

“no, love,” he whispers, his voice gentle but firm. “not tonight. let me take care of you first. you deserve all the praise in the world.”

he’s still holding you close, his hard-on pressed against your ass, but he makes no move to relieve himself. instead, he continues to murmur sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how perfect you are for him, how lucky he is to have you. his voice is low and soothing, each word sinking deep into your chest, filling you with warmth and contentment.

when you first suggested being a dog girl to TAKUMA, you caught the way his breath hitched, how his eyes darkened just slightly, and the unmistakable bulge that formed in his slacks.

his normally soft and doting gaze flickered with something primal, something you hadn’t seen in him before, and it sent a thrill up your spine. he was used to you trying new things, surprising him in bed, but this?

this was different.

seeing you on all fours, with the prettiest little dog ears perched on your head and a collar with a bell jingling softly every time you moved, did something to him.

"fuck... you’re really going all out, huh?" his voice was low, strained, as if he was holding back. but there was no denying the hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of you.

“you like it, don’t you?” you teased, giving your hips a playful wiggle, watching as his eyes narrowed, jaw clenched tight. you could almost feel the tension snapping between you.

takuma swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "yeah, i do." there was something in his voice that was different, rougher. he sounded like he was barely holding on to his usual gentle persona.

you hadn’t expected the shift. it was subtle at first, but as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back into him, there was no mistaking it. the usual sweetness in his touches was gone. replaced by something deeper, more intense. takuma's hands gripped your hips tightly as he lined himself up behind you, the head of his cock pressing against your slick entrance. there was a moment of stillness, just the sound of both your heavy breaths filling the room, before he slowly slid into you, inch by inch, his thick length stretching you in ways that made your knees buckle. the feeling was overwhelming, the fullness nearly too much, but you relished in it, a moan slipping from your lips as your walls fluttered around him.

“fuck, you're so -–,” takuma hissed through clenched teeth, his voice rough and unsteady as he bottomed out inside you, his hips flush against your ass. he stayed there for a beat, letting you adjust to the stretch, his breath hot on the back of your neck. but there was an urgency in the way he held you, like he was holding back, fighting the need to move.

“please, takuma,” you whispered, your voice shaky as you pushed your hips back against him, desperate for more, for him to move.

that was all he needed.

with a low, guttural growl, takuma pulled back, the slow drag of his cock making your breath hitch, before he slammed back into you with a force that nearly knocked you forward. the sudden intensity made you gasp, the sound catching in your throat as he set a relentless pace, thrusting into you over and over, each one harder and faster than the last.

the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoed through the room, mingling with your breathy moans and the occasional groan that tore from his throat. he was rough, so unlike the usual soft, sweet boyfriend you knew. it was like something had snapped inside him, some deep, primal need taking over as he pounded into you without mercy.

“you like that, huh? being my little bitch?” his voice was a low rasp in your ear, breath hot against your skin as he leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back. his words were filthy, but the effect they had on you was immediate, a rush of heat flooding your core as you whimpered in response.

“y-yes... yes, takuma,” you managed to stammer, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself as his cock drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every brutal thrust.

“say it,” he growled, his hand sliding up your back to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly as his lips brushed against your ear. “tell me you’re my little bitch.”

your heart pounded in your chest, the intensity of the moment nearly too much to handle, but the pleasure coursing through you left you unable to deny him. “i’m your bitch,” you whimpered, the words barely coherent through the haze of ecstasy that clouded your mind.

takuma groaned at your words, his pace growing even more frantic, his thrusts erratic as he chased his release. the slick sound of him driving into you, combined with the jingle of the bell on your collar, was almost overwhelming, a constant reminder of just how far gone you both were.

his hand left your hair, snaking around to your front, his fingers finding your swollen clit. he rubbed it in tight, fast circles, his movements rough and desperate, sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through your entire body. the added stimulation was too much — your vision blurred, and the knot in your stomach tightened painfully as you hurtled towards the edge.

“fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?” takuma groaned, his voice ragged as he felt the way your walls clenched around him, your body trembling beneath him.

you could only manage a choked sob in response, your entire body tensing as the orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through you as you screamed his name. your walls fluttered around his cock, squeezing him tight, and he cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold out just a little longer.

“shit... fuck...” his voice broke, and with one last deep thrust, he pulled out, his hand quickly wrapping around his cock as he came with a loud groan, thick ropes of cum spilling across your lower back. his breath was heavy, uneven, as he milked the last of his release, his body trembling from the intensity of it all.

for a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room your labored breaths as you both tried to come down from the high. but then, takuma blinked, and the haze that had clouded his eyes seemed to lift.

“shit,” he breathed, his voice soft and almost panicked as he looked at the mess he’d made of you. his hands, now gentle again, ran down your sides. “i’m so sorry, babe, i— i didn’t mean to —”

you smiled weakly, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. “it’s fine... i liked it.”

takuma’s cheeks flushed, his usual bashful, sweet demeanor slowly returning. “really?” he asked, his voice softer now, filled with that same warmth you were used to.

“really.” you reassured him with a smile, feeling the afterglow of the intense session still lingering.

he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, the contrast between his earlier roughness and his current tenderness making your heart swell. “you’re amazing, you know that?”

you chuckled, the sound light despite the exhaustion settling into your bones. “so are you, takuma. i didn’t know you had that in you.”

he scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “yeah... neither did i.”

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22/23 isn't that big of an age gap from 27. you'd be in your last year of uni or a fresh grad and its when you'd start going into the work force and dating guys in that range. i see that you are 18 so I understand why that gap seems bigger to you but once you get to bar drinking age of 21, the gaps stop mattering as much unless it's like someone in early 20s with someone mid-late 30s into 40s and higher. so maybe make choso like 34? i like the concept a lot and what you wrote so far, i just think the ageism and age gap is weird if he is only 27 cause no one would really blink an eye. but please do continue writing it i dont mean for this to come across as hate!

the point of my fic isn't to necessarily make choso "older" - it's to show how he's just scared of change and something "new" in general

i'm well aware that reader and choso's age is far from being considered controversial, and reader is much more of an adult than choso can take it to be. more than an evident age gap i wish to show how there's a difference in emotional maturity if that makes sense. choso's seen and experienced a lot more than reader, given the fact that he's already a corporate slave (too quickly).

also, the message of this fic that i wish to put out not a "oh he's older that's so hot," more of a "oh no i'm older this sucks i don't deserve to enjoy life and put myself out there (choso's pov.)"

i wish to show choso's deep rooted ageism more than an age-gap. he sees his job (but more so his lifestyle, if we are being honest) as a crutch and something that pulls him away from a life he could have, and that's what reader represents/shows him in this story

i'm glad you like the concept anon, i hope you stick around when the time for a tag list comes

♡ much love, have a blessed weekend

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