#ayyypee rambles

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thinking about gyomei waking up in a sweat because once again, he's had a lewd dream about you. he's certain this isn't normal, nor is it acceptable, the way his body reacts to just the thought of you.

he tucks the memories of his dreams - how you would feel beneath him, the sounds he imagines you'd make when brought to ecstacy - he tucks them all away. shoved into a deep and dark corner where he's sure not even the gods would find them.

it's getting harder and harder to stay true to his faith and to the vows he's made when you're near. you push him and his beliefs to the edge, and it's gets more difficult by the day to not toss all he has known away for just a taste of temptation.

he prays more, and the sound of your voice has him trailing off, losing his place.

he meditates longer, and your scent is somehow more powerful than the multitude of incense sticks burning in the room.

you're tormenting him, and you don't even know you're doing it, slowly sending a devout man straight down a path towards sin.

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every art i see of Sakamoto makes me wanna write a fic of him cheating on his wife with me DLFKSJFDKSLJk

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WIP SNEAK PEEK

Finally getting back to working on this one. I've been dreaming about soft, domestic, husband Suguru whose wife is postpartum and he is just so worried and careful with her for WEEKS. It was eating my brain after I saw a Sukuna art actually that made my mind go insane LMAO

This was originally supposed to be a Sukuna fic, but yall know I'm insane about Suguru so that got scrapped QUICKLY HAHAHAHHAHA. Anyway, got to this part a couple weeks ago and stopped lol but I am finally getting back to this.

Let me tell yall...as someone who has given birth twice...this is making me pull from experience and wow...forgot how hot postpartum sex can be 🥴

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Whenever I think about Suguru being a loving husband, I am unwell. Whenever I think about Suguru holding a little baby, I am even more unwell. Please send help.

Your awesome writing is only making my brainrot worse. Why are you so good? Why are you able to choose the cutest/sexiest/sweetest/etc descriptions ever? Why is your work so good to reread? >:-(

HAHAHAHHAHAHAH first of all, THANK YOU!!!

Second of all, I AM ALSO UNWELL THINKING ABOUT SUGURU BEING A LOVING HUSBAND AND ALSO A FATHER BECAUSE HE'D BE SO FUCKING GOOD AT BOTH THINGS!!! Like he'd EXCEL at it. I could totally see him and Satoru being dad's and being competitive about it too.

Not them pitting the kids against each other, but just them competing period. LMAOOO. Picture this:

Satoru and Suguru both have kids around the same time. Suguru probably before Satoru, but definitely born in the same year, a few months apart.

Their phone is full of passive aggressive texts to each other regarding the kids (they love each other's kids like they're their own!)

But it's like Satoru sending a text like "my son just grabbed onto the sofa and pulled himself up to stand! he's amazing, right?!" And Suguru like "yeah that's really cute! my baby girl did that like two weeks ago, but yeah! proud of him!!" No response from Satoru.

That type of stuff LMAO

Suguru texts him a pic like "Just got the newest rotating carseat. This shit's a lifesaver!" And Satoru's like "dude, you didn't check if they had the newest edition? we just got this one - *insert pic of newer and nicer carseat*" Then Satoru follows up with, "But that one's nice, too!"

Their wives cannot stand them half the time lmfao

Suguru is like "omg baby is trying carrots today!" and sends a pic of his baby girl. Satoru is like "HIIIII BABY UNCLE LOVES YOU SO MUCH!!!" Then another text right after like "my son is nothing like me. loves veggies like his mom. he ate an entire plate of brussel sprouts last night. i'm SO proud of him but way to go baby girl!!" Suguru is like "yeah thanks man! she even SAID carrot after trying a spoonful a second ago! would've taken a video but it was so unexpected after she WALKED OVER TO ME!!"

Like they take being a dad SOOOOOOO SERIOUSLY

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kinda hate how quickly my csm delulu faded. like i still want aki to put his cigarettes out on my asshole then spit on it and rail me from the back but also i'm like...not tempted to write about him :(

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blaming @g00miato's latest art for this!!! I CANNOT THINK STRAIGHT

did not proofread this shit. i had to pump out SOMETHING or i was going to explode

god i know choso loves being overstimulated. he fucking loves the feeling of having his hands tightly constricted behind his back while your hand strokes his cock. and he's sweating and panting, gasping for air. his legs shake, his jaw hurts from clenching his teeth so hard and his dick fucking aches because you're about to give him his third, maybe fourth orgasm of the night? no, definitely his third. actually...he's not sure. he's lost track but either way, choso doesn't know if he has another drop to give you.

the first one was great - his entire length down your throat as he filled your esophagus with his hot seed. and you took it all like the good girl you always are for him. oh he loves to watch the way your brows knit together, how you try to open your mouth more, how your throat stretches to swallow every bit he has to offer. fuck, he could watch you like this all day.

the second one was even better - you, straddling him, bouncing on his dick like you had something to prove. and maybe you did because that filthy mouth of yours was whispering nasty words into his ear, those hands of yours gripped his shoulders as you rode him so hard, he was seeing stars. he'd love to be able to touch you right now, put his hands on your ass and help you because he knows your legs are tired. but you're determined to keep his hands bound as that hot tongue of yours keeps dipping into his mouth, letting him taste himself on you. you had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he buried himself as deep as he could into your pretty pussy and groaned out a low "fuuuuuck-" just before he stuffed you full of him.

but it's this third go around that has choso struggling, shivering and begging for you to give him a break.

"p-please, baby wait, i-" he can't stop his hips from bucking up into your hand. "it's too...ah-" your tongue presses against the head of his cock and his actual head is spinning. "fuck!"

"one more, cho. just one?" you ask sweetly, pouting those cute lips of yours. and choso wants nothing more than to be free of these stupid fucking ropes so he can kiss you, but -

"i- i can't" choso pants. "fuck baby, please. i can't do it. can't cum-"

"you can." the sweetness is gone from your voice, hands pumping his dick, the slippery sounds of every stroke filling the room. "one more and i promise i'll untie you. otherwise, we'll be here until you do"

and when you talk to him like that, all firm and determined...oh, it does something to him. it sends shivers up his spine and blood rushing straight to his dick. and it's painful, so painful he feels the hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, feels his breath catching in his throat and it's all too much. too much sound, too much pain, too much of everything.

but then he looks down at you, staring up at him like he is the most beautiful when he's like this. putty falling apart in your hands. and you look so proud because you know. you know even before choso does that his back is going to arch one last time, those hands are going to pull on those restraints behind his back, desperately trying to free himself of his feeling one last time, and you're going to open your mouth for him while he blows his load onto your tongue one last time, even if it is a measly and pathetic amount.

doesn't matter that you've milked him dry one last time, that you've got him sobbing and whimpering loudly as his release rips through him one last time or that it will never be one last time for choso.

because even as his body twitches and he's trying to catch his breath and stop his cries, he'll ask if you want to do this again soon.

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omg lexi the sad skater boy suguru chapter would be so good!! poor guy would be mopey and depressed but i know you’d do him justice 🥹

how did i miss this? hi jess!!! i really might do a whole chapter for it but i feel like nobody would give a FUCK about his ass!!! HAHAHAHA

omg could you imagine? i just know he'd be miserable af. i could see him drinking everyday and fucking anybody who looks at him just to forget you. his life is in shambles and it's all his fault. he wishes he would've acted faster. that he would have realized that he loved you and wanted you desperately before someone else appeared to show you what you truly deserved. he was selfish. he was greedy. he wanted it all, and now he has nothing left. and lets not talk about skating. he hasn't been able to land a simple nollie since you cut him off. it's embarrassing. someone meant to compete in the biggest skate competition of the year that's coming up and his knees wobble when he gets on his board, his mind plays tricks on him because he thinks he sees you, on your knees with your camera up to your eye to capture him. but you're not there. you're with him. with choso. the one you chose. so suguru closes his tired eyes, squeezes them shut tightly and tries to ignore the way you continue to haunt him even when he tries to block you out. he spends most days in bed, or on the couch if he's feeling up to moving that day. and he isn't ashamed to admit that he checks your socials daily, hoping that you'll post something to let him know you're doing well. or maybe not (and he's also not ashamed to say if that's the case, he's hopeful it's due to a certain other skater finally exiting your life). nobody checks on him. not satoru, not nanami. he really has no one and any women he brings over do nothing for him. he only wants you. there are many things he regrets in this life, but none more than treating you the way he did all that time, not appreciating you and all you gave to him, not doing more for you and leaving the door open for another man to worm his way in in. it'll take suguru time to pick up the pieces, to learn to give a shit about anything that isn't you again. these are the consequences of his actions and he has to deal with them. but in the meantime, he'll let himself wallow, and hope that in a few short weeks, he'll be able to see you again.

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i thought i'd be done with this chapter of Imbalance weeks ago but it just didn't feel ready yet. i'm not even done yet. still have so much to write to make this feel like it's ready lol (also some smut) so omg this will probably be over 10k words

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omgggggggg i love me some choso and this was it

blaming @g00miato's latest art for this!!! I CANNOT THINK STRAIGHT

did not proofread this shit. i had to pump out SOMETHING or i was going to explode

god i know choso loves being overstimulated. he fucking loves the feeling of having his hands tightly constricted behind his back while your hand strokes his cock. and he's sweating and panting, gasping for air. his legs shake, his jaw hurts from clenching his teeth so hard and his dick fucking aches because you're about to give him his third, maybe fourth orgasm of the night? no, definitely his third. actually...he's not sure. he's lost track but either way, choso doesn't know if he has another drop to give you.

the first one was great - his entire length down your throat as he filled your esophagus with his hot seed. and you took it all like the good girl you always are for him. oh he loves to watch the way your brows knit together, how you try to open your mouth more, how your throat stretches to swallow every bit he has to offer. fuck, he could watch you like this all day.

the second one was even better - you, straddling him, bouncing on his dick like you had something to prove. and maybe you did because that filthy mouth of yours was whispering nasty words into his ear, those hands of yours gripped his shoulders as you rode him so hard, he was seeing stars. he'd love to be able to touch you right now, put his hands on your ass and help you because he knows your legs are tired. but you're determined to keep his hands bound as that hot tongue of yours keeps dipping into his mouth, letting him taste himself on you. you had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he buried himself as deep as he could into your pretty pussy and groaned out a low "fuuuuuck-" just before he stuffed you full of him.

but it's this third go around that has choso struggling, shivering and begging for you to give him a break.

"p-please, baby wait, i-" he can't stop his hips from bucking up into your hand. "it's too...ah-" your tongue presses against the head of his cock and his actual head is spinning. "fuck!"

"one more, cho. just one?" you ask sweetly, pouting those cute lips of yours. and choso wants nothing more than to be free of these stupid fucking ropes so he can kiss you, but -

"i- i can't" choso pants. "fuck baby, please. i can't do it. can't cum-"

"you can." the sweetness is gone from your voice, hands pumping his dick, the slippery sounds of every stroke filling the room. "one more and i promise i'll untie you. otherwise, we'll be here until you do"

and when you talk to him like that, all firm and determined...oh, it does something to him. it sends shivers up his spine and blood rushing straight to his dick. and it's painful, so painful he feels the hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, feels his breath catching in his throat and it's all too much. too much sound, too much pain, too much of everything.

but then he looks down at you, staring up at him like he is the most beautiful when he's like this. putty falling apart in your hands. and you look so proud because you know. you know even before choso does that his back is going to arch one last time, those hands are going to pull on those restraints behind his back, desperately trying to free himself of his feeling one last time, and you're going to open your mouth for him while he blows his load onto your tongue one last time, even if it is a measly and pathetic amount.

doesn't matter that you've milked him dry one last time, that you've got him sobbing and whimpering loudly as his release rips through him one last time or that it will never be one last time for choso.

because even as his body twitches and he's trying to catch his breath and stop his cries, he'll ask if you want to do this again soon.