#calling all my choso fuckers!!!!!

[mrsackermannx]

trust me with it | choso kamo

choso has experienced so much of what it is to be human already, but you're slowly making him realise that he's far more human than he thought.

word count: 7k

tagging: (ya’ll interacted with my interact to be tagged post back in November🥺) @meownotgood @sixpennydame @tomuraslut @romantichomicide95 @cathybarn @c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s @whatthefucksatan @loveackermannn + @p00pdev1l (have to tag you my beloved <3)

tags: 18+ canonverse choso kamo x fem!sorcerer reader, minor manga spoilers, (nothing plot wise is mentioned other than yuuji and megumi reuniting/implied culling games arc/ post shibuya incident arc), loss of virginity (virgin choso) but still soft dom choso, corruption kink too I guess?? choso has a big dick, breeding kink, size kink, slight praise kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, use of "human/little human," light love confession/confession of feelings-so sex with feelings? low-key self indulgent, not beta read, vvv intense sex, possessive/smitten choso (slightly yandere at the end??)

author’s note 💌: (nov 23): hope this isn’t a little too ooc, ive been dying to write something for choso and this came to me so i had to write it! virgin characters are my faves to write🤭(june 24): I HAVE HAD THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS SINCE NOVEMBER AND WANTED TO SET IT FREE😭😭😭

Choso had been plunged into a world of the unknown from the moment he met you. Before you, he liked to believe that one hundred and fifty years of existence meant that his wisdom would always be the indispensable weapon against which he truly feared—the unknown, and the humanity of his heart.

He was hardly a stranger to continuous, repetitive loops of thought but it felt as if his brain had rewired itself. Not even his inner world was safe from the insatiable need to be near you, his own thoughts searched for you when they dared stray elsewhere. 

He thumped the tile before him, hot water scalding his back as he willed his hopeless blood to answer him. It was acting on its accord all the time, his heart nothing but frenzied beating in his chest, not even his body in his own control anymore.

The need to be near you, to feel you and touch you in ways he couldn’t even explain was going to be his undoing tonight. Sharing a room with you seemed to send equal prickles of fear and excitement through him.

You reached out for your reflection in the glass as if you’d throttle it but chose to reach out and trail patterns against the window instead. You wrote nonsense for a few moments, before cursed energy started to zap through your fingertips in minute electric pulses. A shower normally reset you after a day like this, but you supposed this was a rather special circumstance. 

You were glad to be alive even though you didn’t feel you deserved it and the weight of your fellow sorcerers still slugged down your shoulders. The responsibility for your students was an ever present taste in your mouth. You eyed your tattered uniform beside you, all too grateful for the hotel robe Choso had insisted you wear after he picked apart the suitcase left by the last guests. It was soft and fluffy, perfect for how light your body felt after your shower and admittedly around Choso.

You gripped your stomach, the guilt demanding to be free. Your head was still fuzzy from how hot you’d had your shower, as you’d yearned to wash away all that had happened. But that would be a dream, “Satoru, I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” you whispered, laying your forehead against the cool glass.

Thankfully the wailing vibrations of a nearby car alarm rattled through the glass and then your ears, dragging you from the dark edges of your mind. 

You peered down below at the scene, squinting to figure out the cause of the chaos. Cackles of maniacal laughter followed sounds of crumbling concrete as your eyes darted from fire to fire. When one was extinguished another rose up in its place. Yet the neon lights of Tokyo still shone, a loyal audience and an ever present reminder of what life used to be like. 

It was pure anarchy, like waking up from one nightmare and going right back into another. Yet the world was not ending and then starting again it just kept ending instead. 

You weren’t sure what was worse, the hell out there, or the one in this room? Choso wasn’t quite sure either, he thought as much as he watched you intently from the doorway of the bathroom. He found he could often do so and never tire of it because there was a fluidity to your movements that calmed him, something that reminded him of water, like warm waves somewhere safe. 

He liked that about you, he liked a lot about you. 

You glanced at his reflection in the glass, and resisted smiling at how he watched you so attentively. Concern knitted his features into something soft and more approachable than the expression he usually showed everyone else.

He was so cute and serious all at once that it was infuriating. He towered over you in height and his hands dwarfed yours, every feature of his face was dark and perfect, and maddeningly symmetrical like he was crafted in heaven, like some kind of dark, beautiful, fallen angel. 

But nothing about Choso was what you expected, that you learned early. He might have looked intimidating, but he was careful and patient, he stopped to admire flowers when he thought nobody was watching, he didn’t always say a lot, nor did he smile often, but he had an array of expressions that always managed to move you in some way.

You sighed. You resented how he’d managed to send the usually calm waves of your heart into a frenzy, a full blown tsunami. 

But you couldn’t hate him, it was impossible. Not when every interaction you had together, you treasured so sincerely. You casted your mind back to just nights ago, when you were sitting together on a roof in some district, sharing konbini raided food together under the stars. He held his onigiri out to cheers with yours, a phantom smile on his lips before he took a bite. 

Or when your hand brushed his as you were walking back and he frowned at how cold it was, clasping it immediately on instinct with his large, warm hand. You tried to shake his grip but he shook his head and clasped it tighter, urging you to keep up with his pace. You didn’t argue it any further.

Then just this morning after passing through what used to be a department store. You all but yelped when you felt something hook around your throat from behind. But a hand landing atop of your head quickly stopped your thrashing, “It’s just me.” You heard the glimmer of his smile, turning with one of your own.  

He was still smiling, simply as if he was so fond of you that words were futile to express the depth. Your throat went dry as he adjusted the scarf on you, “I found this,” he murmured, before continuing ahead, turning to beckon you when you stood there frozen. 

This person often acted without words and out of pure kindness and it baffled you. You knew what he had done and what he was capable of, but every wordless gesture, reassuring nod, and the warm brush of his fingertips against yours had you rethinking everything about love. 

His deep voice settled through your body and calmed your rising nerves. He’d only said your name but it sounded like the unmistakable call to come home, it made you feel like a child again.

You were still standing at the window, then, he thought, no doubt thinking of other sorcerers, of Satoru, at least you knew Yuuji and Megumi were safe, only a few doors down.

“You should sleep,” he murmured, soft footsteps growing close until his body heat somehow billowed against your nape.

It was easier to face yourself than him right now, so you dared not meet your faces in the reflection staring back at you. “What are you thinking about?”

You wanted to speak but found yourself trembling, silent tears rushed to embrace your palms, staggering where you stood you tried to cover your eyes, but Choso was already there. You felt his strong arms lock around you, stilling the tremors that shook you. You stiffened at first before you melted, the hard pieces of you pooling to his feet like wax. 

“What are you doing, Choso?”

“I felt like it was right,” he whispered, resting his chin upon your head. Instinctively his hands cupped your cheeks, swiping away the warm tears rolling there. “You stopped shaking.”

You couldn’t breathe now for entirely different reasons, being handled so tenderly seemed to make you even more tearful. 

The commotion of the fighting in the distance seemed to unsettle you more, making Choso exhale suddenly through his nose. “I…wish you didn’t have to see that.”

Your lips parted, “I don’t want to think about anything anymore Choso,” you croaked. “I don’t want to think about anything.”

“Can you think about me?” he bashfully asked, stroking his hands through your hair. “I just want to help you.”

“I don’t want to burden you, just go to bed, okay?”

He stiffened against you, unhanding you to head over to bed.

“You don’t have to fight how you feel around me. I’m not one of your students.”

“I know.” You refused to let yourself crumble anymore around him, it was too dangerous, for so many reasons.

“We have to rest so we can fight,” he murmured. You turned to find him gesturing again to the space beside him. You sighed and he countered you with an even louder one. He crossed his arms as you smirked at the sound, “Don’t be stubborn. You need to sleep.” 

His bluntness was something he did to lessen the burden of talking at times, but when he spoke to you it felt as if he did it to protect your heart. It was obvious he didn’t always know how he should say things before others, but with you it came easy. 

You let out a bitter laugh, wrapping your arms around your cold body. “You know, Choso? The more time passes, I can see that you’re an older sibling.”

He decided to take that as a compliment, humming in gratitude before continuing to pat the empty space beside him. “Then listen, come here and sleep. You can’t sleep over there.”

He cocked his brow at you, “Can you?” 

“Listen, I don’t care what Yuuji says, alright? I don't trust you.”

You immediately covered your mouth as if to take the projectiled words back. You turned back quick enough to see the frown on his face before it was gone before he impassively said, “At least trust him.”

Your eyes held each other's gaze until you refused to be lost in the beautiful unsurety of those dark brown eyes. So you stared back at the moon instead, wondering how you found time crumbling into nothing whenever you looked at him. You were trying to ignore the pangs of your heart, asking it why it had chosen now to fall for this half-human, half-curse you found so utterly captivating. 

Even with your back to him the reflection of him was clear beside you, not willing to leave your side. He was wearing whatever clothes the last guests had left. A black t-shirt and some loose sweatpants, and his hair was loose and silky at his shoulders from his shower, and his skin was still flushed from it, too. 

The image beside you, and the reality behind you caged you in, forcing you to face your true desires and the guilt that was tugging at your gut. He was innocently offering you space beside him to rest and your mind was everywhere else. You couldn’t ignore how seductive he sounded when he spoke this late at night, or how the sight of him reclining against the headboard with his thighs slightly spread like that was so sexually charged it was making your thoughts run wild. 

Without his usual clothing you could see how thick his biceps were, and how broad his chest really was. You longed for him to touch you, to hold you, to explore you so he could learn what being human really meant.

His aura and general demeanour was so undeniably strong it had you wondering how much longer he’d play this game with you, and what he’d do to you if you gave him the opportunity. But a part of you also doubted that he felt that way about you, or anyone for that matter.

“It’s cold over there,” he pressed again, no malice at all, only concern. “Yuuji told me that I'm naturally warmer, it must be because my blood circulates differently…So, you really should come and sleep here next to me.” 

You were freezing in your robe, unwilling to put your tattered uniform back on. So, you finally abandoned the window ledge, “What are you gonna do if I do?”

His face furrowed, “Whatever you want me to do,” he sounded more like he was asking. He'd been around you long enough to pick up on the slither of the nuance aching to be acknowledged.

“I’d rather not hear you complaining any more beside me though.”

“Whatever.”

He cracked you a half-smile, happy to see you finally listening to him, even if you were being a brat about it. “Good.” 

You were sure you caught his gaze on your thighs as you neared the bed. You’d been chalking it up to him being curious, but the way his eyes had lapped over your bare skin tonight held something you could feel in your core. 

“Do you think I don’t notice when you do that? Earlier, too?” you blurted. 

His eyes darted to the door as if he planned to escape or as if Yuuji was about to burst in and declare that he room with him instead, rather than the tall black haired boy he’d been attached to the hip with since they reunited.

“I don’t want to fight with you. Yuuji respects you-“

He looked up at you, those dark eyes alight with something reminiscent of relief and perhaps yearning? His unwavering gaze sent flutters through you, it was like he was taking in every detail and leaving everything else alone.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d acknowledge my question at least.”

He pouted, noticing how your arms were tightly folded and how you were looking down at him with an indecipherable emotion. He hadn’t quite figured that one out yet, he thought, but he liked the look of it on you. It excited him somewhere, somehow. 

“Choso?” Your voice was a soft, hypnotising hum whenever you said his name all honeyed like that.

His mouth went dry as he really took you in. How the moon was creeping in to illuminate your skin, drifting down your throat to where your blood pumped. He briefly questioned whether all of these feelings were because your blood was special? How was it that you glowed like the sun and the moon had gifted you their light? Why were you so attractive to him? 

The bathrobe was much too big for you, the sleeves large and encasing your wrists, but it cinched in your waist. You had such an attractive shape, one that was so different to his own. He’d spent far too long trying to conjure up how you must look in his mind, but he could never form the image. Clothes were always in the way, taunting him, teasing him. 

“Choso!”

“Yeah, yeah-“ His eyes widened as you closed the gap between you both, kneeling tentatively in front of him. He quickly brought his legs to his chest and turned away from you. 

You scoffed, “You’re the one that wanted me over here so bad.”

Blood was thundering in his ears and his skin was burning so hot he feared he was about to explode into a thousand different pieces. He needed to hold himself together because he felt like if he looked at you he’d be doomed. Maybe his worst worries were true, he couldn’t be around humans like you, at his core he was nothing but a curse. What if you caused his body to show him yet another reaction? One that was weird? One you would hate?

“I know,” he mumbled, curling up on his side, he appeared to be shaking slightly, as he rocked his hips every few seconds. He was trying to elevate the pressure building in his lower half that was making him feel like he might burst. “I still do.”

You sighed, leaning over his body to assess his face. “Now you’re just worrying me.” You rested your hand on his forehead and he groaned. 

“Why are you burning up like this? Were you not supposed to shower or something? I don’t see how you’re any different from us in that regard?”

He groaned into his fist, “Ever since I lost my brothers, and I met Yuuji. I've been feeling and experiencing things I never have before. I thought the worst and the best were over. But now, you?” 

He was groaning like he was in pain. “I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

“Hey, calm down.” You bit your lip, “Take what? Should I get Yuuji?”

He quickly shook his head.

“Then I guess I’ll keep my eye on you tonight.”

The bed dipped beside him as you laid down, curling your body up like his. He froze, staring at you and your mouth, your lips looked so soft, he ached to touch them.

“Listen, I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s not like I don’t trust you.” You paused, “You’re interesting, Choso. I’m just intrigued by you. I don’t know what you think of me, I guess that’s why I want to know why you stare at me like you do?”

His brows pinched together.

“Like earlier?”

“Was I?”

You nuzzled closer to savour the sweet treat of his scent. It was nothing and everything human all at once; sweet, and vaguely like metal.

“Maybe Yuuji hasn’t told you this…but like, you can’t just stare at people's bodies so obviously.”

“Their faces are better?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Got it,” he said slowly, but then he noticed you had nothing under your robe. He wondered if your nipples were hard because he could see goosebumps spreading over your skin.

His eyes settled on the space free from your robe. “And I…was staring at your body?” 

“Yeah.”

Your eyes followed his, watching him grow more shameless by the second. With every doubt you had, a shaky breath or a small noise would escape him, that had you questioning if he felt the same desire for you. Seconds felt like minutes, as Choso allowed his gaze to roam freely of you, as you allowed him to. 

“And…you don’t like that?” he whispered after what felt like forever, making your heart beat faster with all of these stolen whispers.

“You don’t like when I stare?” 

Time slowed and all other sounds ceased to exist to him, he could hear every bat of your lashes, and every hesitant swallow. He was watching you so carefully he barely blinked. “I want you to tell me why.” 

Then you did it, the thing that confirmed everything for him as you clenched your thighs together, ever so slightly. His own were locked firmly together, as he could feel something was happening there that he couldn’t explain. Maybe you were experiencing the same thing, he thought. He didn’t want to grapple with doubt when this might be the only time he had with you like this.

“It’s just not something you should do,” you finally replied, curt and crisp, but the way your voice shook suggested anything but. He could feel the heat emulating from you now. You were on fire, too, or at least he hoped you were, because he was finally at bursting point. 

“I want to show you what you do to me. Do you want to see?”

Your lips parted to speak but before you could he was sitting up and gesturing to the thick bulge in his pants. 

“This. This is mine,” he whispered, leaning in so his breath brushed your neck. “You know what’s happening to me, don’t you?”

You throbbed and pulsed for him, weakened by your desire. “You really are getting used to this whole human thing admirably fast. It’s endearing, honestly. You want sex and you’re already figuring it out?-“

“I don’t want to just get you pregnant-“

The tension broke with your laughter, “That’s not all sex is for, Choso. There’s many ways to do it, did you know that?”

“There’s another way?” 

“Choso, if I show you, you can’t go around telling everybody, okay?”

“Is it special?”

“Not every time. But it can be. Shall I explain first?”

“Yes.”

“People have sex because it feels really good. When a man and a woman have sex, yes, they can produce life. But people have sex mostly because it feels good, are you understanding me here?” 

He nodded, “It can be called fucking too. Sex is sometimes called fucking.”

He leaned closer with his eyes glued to your lips. “How did you know that’s what I wanted?”

You swallowed as he studied your face so intently, “Because you’re hard, right?”

He frowned in confusion, rushing to check his stomach, “Where?”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, “Oh you’re too sweet. Sit back.”

He let go of your hand and leant against the headboard awaiting your next move. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he could remain this composed? 

You carefully lowered yourself on his lap, watching him wince, you knew it was because his cock was probably growing more sensitive by the minute. Due to his abilities, his blood was in a frenzy everywhere.

“You’re curious, aren’t you? About my body?”

Your words were all he needed for his body to act for him, as he reached and ripped your robe open and apart, “Choso,” you stammered, “you should have asked!”

His hand cupped your throat carefully, thumbing your thudding pulse point. “I knew you wanted that. Your heart has been beating like this since you laid down. You want to show me your body too, and you want me to touch it. Explore it. Don’t you?”

He smirked at you, and he looked so gorgeous it hurt.

“You want sex, don’t you? But are you sure you want it with me? I don't know what to do.”

You lifted his chin and smiled, making that primal part of him go even crazier, “It’s okay. I still want it with you, Choso.”

In the rush of the moment he suddenly realised what he wasn’t laying his eyes on, and he gasped as he finally did, though all to himself. “I can touch you?”

You nodded and he worked the robe down your arms, he was mesmerised, brown eyes glimmering in the low light. His breath growing heavier at the sight, “You’re so soft,” he stroked you so gently it turned you into mush. His hands rose up and down the dips of your curves, over and over as he appreciated the unique shape of you. It seemed like he wanted to commit your every breath to memory.

“You’re beautiful,” he said under his breath as he cupped your breasts, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. “They’re so beautiful…You’re so beautiful.”

He leaned forward to rest his face in your breasts, locking a hand with yours. As he listened to your frenzied heart and toyed with your nipple, mesmerised by your body. 

You ran your fingers through his hair and he moaned softly, pulling away to touch and grab at you all over again. His eyes locked on yours, watching the way you were getting worked up from his every touch. He noticed how much faster your heart beated when his hand stroked down your centre and neared lower. So he paused at your abdomen. 

“You’re…exquisite.” His eyes were in yours like they always were, intense and full of anticipation. “Here, this part of you too.” He was flushed all the way up to his ears. “What do I call it?”

You smirked, “My stomach?”

He was trembling, trying to contain himself. Shaking his head, he asked a wordless question. You smiled, and he took that as assurance to venture further, cupping the hot heat between your legs. “You look so pretty like this, when I’m touching you here,” he whispered, watching your teeth sink into your lip as your arousal drowned his fingertips. 

“My pussy? You’re touching my pussy,” you whispered. “Do you like it?” 

He nodded eagerly, “This is where I put mine?”

“Do you want to?”

He nodded again, “Can I…look at it? Closer?”

“You can do what you want with it, Choso.” You cupped his face, leaning close. “I want you to do whatever feels natural to you.” You kissed along his jaw as you spoke, he quivered at each one. 

“I think you’re more human than you give yourself credit for. A curse might have had its way with me by now and I know you must be bursting to try these new things as they come. So we’re going to do something special first.”

“What?”

“We’re gonna kiss. Kissing is done in all kinds of ways, you kiss your family on the cheek, normally. You kiss lovers on the lips. You kiss people you have sex with on the lips. It feels really good. Got it?”

“You’re going to show me though, aren’t you? You’re going to lead me.”

“Yeah, you ready?”

He nodded, “We’ll close our eyes, and then I’m gonna kiss you, got it? My lips will touch yours, and then you’ll let nature take its course from there. Don’t worry about being too rough with me,” you eyed his hands that were now resting at his sides, “You won’t hurt me. I’m a sorcerer, remember? It would take a lot to do that.”

“Then come here and give me your lips.” He tugged your mouth onto his, your lips meeting his eager ones, you thought he’d need a second to adjust to the sensation, but in a single second you were being slammed down onto your back. He clutched your face in his hands so he could kiss you without any distractions, it felt like he’d never let go. Everytime you moaned, he would too, like every kiss bonded you closer together.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting years for this, rutting his clothed cock into your naked, wet centre. You slid your tongue against his and he started to grunt, and his skin grew so hot against yours you wondered if he might set you both alight.

He was quick, and eager, pulling away to rip away his shirt, but earnest as he grabbed and then placed your hands on him. You made sure he felt your desire too, kissing all over him, finding that sensitive place just under his ear to suck and kiss. But then he was fighting you, just so he could kiss down your throat to get your tits once more, learning and learning.  “I can kiss anywhere?”

“Yeah,” you moaned.

His eyes darkened with lust as he gripped both your breasts, running his teeth all over them and sucking until your blood rose to the surface in the shapes of his lips.

“I saw a lifetime when I saw you. I saw you, and I felt it all. I thought that was your technique, that you were going to lure me in and kill me with your beauty. I was wrong. Thank you for giving me your body. Trust me with it.”

He was gasping against your skin, running his hands up and down like you were about to disappear. And if his words were intense, his actions were even more so. “I want to kiss you forever.” 

You had no idea what to reply to him right now, but there was something so beautiful about how direct he was, he loved his brothers, he knew of emotions, like love and admiration. He knew what he felt for you and he could put it into these words.

Falling for this man was hardly unusual when what you felt was so real. 

“I trust you, Choso. I want you to kiss me for as long as you want to.”

“I can kiss here then?” he said, throwing your thighs over his shoulders as he gripped your hips and leered at your pussy.

“It’s so wet,” he hummed in awe, before he closed the space and kissed it. He let out such a loud groan you had to shush him, but then that was just it. He was sucking all over so your juices could dance through his taste buds. He was licking and sucking on your pussy with so much zeal you were surely louder than he was. 

Choso was learning fast. He knew that you surely couldn’t be this wet like this all the time, he gathered it was because your body was readying itself to take him. Which also meant you wanted to take him, he wanted to take you. He’d yearned for you, he’d adored you. He adored this.

“I could do this forever,” he moaned, the grip bruising on your hips, as he locked you firmly in place so he could explore you. “Those noises of yours. Don’t stop. You won’t stop. I’m telling you not to stop them.”

“Yes Choso!”

He never thought the sound of his name could taste so sweet. He was groaning into you, sucking and licking until your swollen clit rubbing against his lips caught his attention. You prayed he’d be gentle as he spread your lips and looked at you, awaiting your reaction as he gave it a softer flick of his tongue. You shuddered so sweetly, squeezing his shoulders and tugging on his hair. 

“That’s a sensitive part of you, isn’t it?” He chuckled to himself, a grin on his lips, “My sensitive little human.” 

Your eyes widened at the words and he watched as more slick oozed from your throbbing sex. He laughed again, the deep sound reverberating deep in your core, he was so beautiful, so hypnotising. He brushed the hair from his eyes and kissed along your thighs, still keeping you spread. 

“I’ll be gentle with you. I won’t break you unless that’s what you want.”

The pleasure you were experiencing from a half-human half-curse should have been illegal, it probably violated some sorcery law somewhere but you didn’t care. Not when he was somehow saying and doing everything to make you tick. 

He kept licking and sucking until he found what you liked, and noticed the way you were shaking, the way your thighs were squeezing him tight so he didn’t stop. You gripped his hair, moaning his name as you came, the sweet taste filling his mouth until you had to forcibly push him away.

“Don’t keep your sweetness from me. That was all mine,” he grunted, travelling up your body with kisses. He took your face in one hand, his voice softening as he looked at you beaming in your afterglow, “Did I give you too much? Can’t take anymore of me?”  

You shook your head, barely able to catch your breath. “You made me feel so good, Choso, you gave me an orgasm. That’s important in sex, to give your partner orgasms, it’s what just happened.”

His thumb rubbed your lower lip, marvelling at the subtle mark he’d left from biting it earlier, and he smiled, “So you keep stimulating your partner until they can’t take anymore, releasing themselves on you.”

“You catch on fast.”

He grinned, kissing you deeply as he rutted himself into you. “Show me what to do,” he said breathlessly. “I need you, now.”

“Fuck Choso your cock, I can feel it.”

You started to tug down his sweatpants, taking the time to admire how broad and built he was, he really was no different from a human at all. He moaned with every press of your lips on his skin, he’d made them so swollen, kissing and biting on them like he was ravenous.

You released his cock from the confines of his pants and gasped, frozen at the sight. “Are you scared of me? Is it different?”

“No, it’s amazing…” you licked your lip, “It’s just so big.”

The warm weight of his hand landed on your stomach, he rubbed there, reassuring whilst also obviously trying to calculate this himself, “But you want it, don’t you?” he murmured, soft, “So we can make it fit, can’t we? We have enough of this together.”

He was so clumsy as he touched himself it made your heart swell, gathering the slick that was pooling down his cock. He took it, and made sure to cover your pussy in it, pausing when his finger slipped inside of you with ease. But then you moaned so deliciously he found his jaw growing slack, eager to keep pleasing you. 

“That’s why you’ve got this little hole haven’t you? It stretches to fit things inside, so it’s going to fit me inside like it’s doing right now.”

You quickly nodded, beyond fucked out by this man as he continued to stuff his precum into your pussy. “Yes Choso.”

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he grunted, stuffing in more of his fingers to fuck you even better. “Naked and free.” 

“You can put it in now, Choso. It’ll fit. I want it.”

“Because you want me don’t you?”

“Yes Choso.”

You watched him, gripping the base of himself and aligning his heavy cockhead to your opening. His face was lost in pleasure, lost to every sensation, he was beautiful like this too, you thought. 

“Only me?”

“Only you, Choso.”

“Then let me see everything,” he whispered against your forehead, large hands folding you and spreading your thighs wide. “You’re so beautiful. I want to see it all.”

“Please be gentle,” You whimpered, feeling him start to push in, you braced yourself, hanging on to him tight. 

He groaned into your cheek as he felt resistance from you, no matter how good you felt he’d rather die than hurt you. “Is there another way?”

“Lie down.”

He did as you said, watching in awe as you were quick to straddle him, oozing slick all over his thighs. You still wanted him just as much as he wanted you and that excited him to no end. Even if he was a challenge and clearly more than you were used to.

You hovered as you aligned yourself with his cock, and he moaned as you finally touched him. And as you sunk yourself onto his cock he gripped your hips so tight you yelped, before your voice melted into a moan in unison with his.

“More,” he whimpered, as you stopped halfway, panting at the sensation. “Let me in.”

“Trying, Choso.”

“I want to feel all of you. All of your pussy.” His voice was low, and close to breaking as you throbbed on him. 

“That’s it,” he stroked his thumbs in comforting circles, “Are you going to let me feel you?” 

You quickly nodded, teeth sunk into your lip. His voice was as arousing as his cock, “Give me a minute, Choso. I can do it.”

“Does it hurt?”

You nodded and he pondered for a moment before he took his thumb to your clit, rubbing until you moaned. Then slowly, naturally, as if your body was melting into his, you made your way down the thick inches of him.

“You’re doing good, so good for me. You can take all of me inside. You’re strong.” He was so out of his mind he didn’t even know what he was cooing to you, but he just wanted to put you at ease. 

“You pretty little human. Taking my body like this because you want your pussy fucked? Right? You like my cock inside you? Stretching you out?”

“Choso!” You groaned as he fully bottomed out, hands landing on his shoulders for support. “I love it, you feel so good. You’re making me feel so good.”

He whined at your words before composing himself, his lips trailing down your skin. “I am? Are you too weak now? Do you need me to help you feel good? Yuuji said you were a good teacher. He was wrong,” he taunted, kissing the side of your face as he gripped you.

His hands sunk into your ass as their final resting place, appreciating the softness there too, “You need to show me what to do, just once.”

“I can’t,” you whined, tears of pleasure flowing down your cheeks at how full you were. “Look at yourself. Your cock is so big.” You breathlessly gestured to your stomach. 

His eyes widened as he pushed his palm onto your belly, feeling how deeply he was penetrating you, “You have to use me and make yourself feel good. That’s all, Choso.” You barely managed your words, eyes barely open as the pleasure he was giving you threatened to break you apart. 

“I understand. Leave it to me,” he groaned, kissing your neck, as he started to move you off and on his cock, “We move together until we orgasm. You’ve never had a cock like mine so you can’t move, huh?” 

He experimentally snapped his hips into yours and you whimpered so loudly he soon followed. Although he knew nothing of what was lewd and what wasn’t, he somehow knew that the sound you’d made was nothing but filth and that he’d done something you’d desperately needed. 

He did it again and again, until he was drilling up into you and delighting in all of the sounds you were making, gasping from how good you felt. “Choso, your cock feels so good inside. It’s the best.”

“Then you never need another one, if only I make you feel this good. No other cock will ever feel the same,” he grunted, “You’re mine now, you beautiful woman.”

You kissed him messily in reply, barely able to form words as he fucked up into you until you were shaking and moaning into his mouth because you were coming all over him. “Then you’re mine, Choso. I showed you this, how to feel good. It won’t feel good if another human do-“

You gasped as his hand slammed over your mouth and you were on your back once more. He was folding you whilst holding back on finishing in minutes and he didn’t even know how impressive that was.

“Don’t say it. I don’t want another human near me like this. Only you. I told you, I saw you. I saw everything. I know that I’m different. But I can fuck you better, I know I can. You like what I’m doing to your body. I know, I know, I know, you do,” he chanted as he groaned into you, balls smacking hard against you as he ravaged you. 

All you could do was hold tight and brace yourself as you whimpered. 

“Mine, mine, mine. So, so, beautiful,” he grunted.

Tears pricked your water lines at the intensity, you felt so loved, and safe in his embrace like this. 

You could feel him twitching inside of you, and you could see him holding back. “When you orgasm, Choso. Your cum will be different, it will be messier than mine.”

“Is that the stuff that breeds you? It’s going to shoot inside you, isn’t it?” he stammered. “You don’t want it? How do I control it?” 

“You can’t, but that’s okay, I won’t get pregnant, I take something for that. So when you feel like it’s getting too much, give in. You can let go. You’ve already done so well.”

“I can fill you up with my seed?” He stretched your arms above you to take both your hands in a single clasp, cupping your chin with the other. 

“Look at me. Why won’t you get pregnant? Because I’m not fully human?”

There was a sadness in his eyes, but it was being blown out completely by his desire. 

Why was this man so hot without realising it? His brow as all furrowed, his face flushed, fucking you so hard it was now dawning on you how loud you both were being. “It’s a pill I take,” you moaned as he slammed into that spot inside that had you creaming on him again. “I-I told you.”

“Then I’ll pretend,” he grunted, gripping your hips hard as he fucked into you like he was trying to breed you.

“Like I’m going to fuck my seed into you so I can keep you forever. No man can have you if you’re filled with me.”

“I want your cum, Cho!”

“I know you do! You’re a needy little human taking my cock even though it’s too big for you, wanting my cum to fill up your pretty little hole.”

“I want it, I want it,” you moaned into his ear, wrapping your arms around him tighter. Your voice only made it worse, he pinned you down even harder, kissing and licking up your tears. 

He was whimpering now, all of the pressure building in his core, he could feel it, the very sensation you were talking about. “You’re lucky I haven’t split you in two with my strength. But you take it, you take me in your pussy, waiting for every last drop of me.”

The loud smacks of his hips on yours were no louder than your sounds. He was fucking you like he’d never get the chance again. 

“I wish I could breed you. Then everyone would know, I’d know. That you’re mine, all mine,” he was rambling as he came, holding you tight with his tongue down your throat. 

You felt the insane amounts of cum spurting inside of you until the noises were so lewd it was near comical. Until there was so much cum he was slipping out of you and coming all over your stomach and the sheets too. Your name laced in every breath.

He groaned out your name, falling into your arms so could put him back together again. You kissed wherever you could, praising him through your breathlessness. You both rested for several of these precious moments. It seemed like the night had finally calmed outside of the hotel too, as had you both, after purging what had been brewing between you both since you’d first laid eyes on each other.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, running his lips across your jaw.

“No, not at all.” You continued to soothe him, running your hands through his hair. “But now we have a whole lot to talk about. I wouldn’t normally fuck someone so soon that I saw a future with.”

He made a little hmph sound, “Why?”

“It normally comes after getting to know someone.”

“We’ll have all the time in the world for that,” he said gently, flipping you below him as he caged you beneath him. 

“Won’t we?” he urged, folding up your thighs as he guided himself back inside. His voice was desperate all over again. “So,” he leant close, his lips brushing yours. He tried to resist, but gave in to taste your lips, taking the time to kiss you with so much unbridled affection it made your chest hurt. Before he finally spoke again, “So, stay alive for me, and I will for you.”

©mrsackermannx: do not repost, plagiarise, translate or modify my works.

[roturo]

-; ੈ♡˳ MINISKIRT

JJK MEN REACTING TO YOU TEASING THEM WITH A MINISKIRT! ★༉‧₊˚✧

(gojo satoru, geto suguru, choso kamo, nanami kento)

contents: smut, nsfw, sub behavior, PRAISE, miniskirts, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, whimpering, overstimulation, edging, jealousy, sub-space, fluff, possesive behavior, all of them being DOWN for you, and lovesick for you.

A/N: wrote this while watching the office and drunk so npr, and proabably took so long to write because of this.

gojo satoru

He knows what you’re trying. That’s why he doesn’t give in. And it’s much more difficult when that tiny miniskirt is the color of his eyes, matching perfectly with a top as small as your skirt of his hair color.

Bending over the table just so he could see the matching panties while you ‘try to have a closer look to what Nanami is showing you’ – And he doesn’t know what angers him more, the fact you’re doing this to annoy him and probably other people behind you are watching your panties which he’s trying to cover with his body, or the fact Nanami is more likely watching your tits through that tiny top you’re wearing right now. 

He pinches the back of your thigh, making you squeak and sit again as a reaction– looking to your side finding Satoru giving you a glare easily expressing ‘stop what you´re doing’ – and maybe that’s what makes you more eager to tease him now that you’re feeling the wetness coming out of you.

And you know he’s suffering right now. Not only because he’s jealous, but because you’re giving a small piece to someone else of what he supposed it was his.

“Nngh- please baby, i’m sorry- but I couldn’t stand him watching how precious you looked” His cries went to deaf ears as you rode him, edging him for the third? fourth? time. He had some ‘childish’ (that’s what you called it) outburst because he couldn’t stand you teasing him like that, and suddenly after pinching your thigh moved you towards his lap after you sat so you could feel his raging erection and broke Nanami’s chair with the cursed energy he couldn’t control coming out of his body. Something completely new for him.

“Please princess, it was just- You’re so beautiful I can’t let anyone to- I… I just can’t get enough of you.” He ghosted his lips with yours, trying to kiss them but you wouldn’t let him. You were close to another orgasm too, he was yearning for your touch, begging to whatever god stronger than him so you could give him permission to cum.

Who would’ve thought, huh? 

If Mahito, Sukuna or any of those fuckers watched him lose control to a girl they woulc’ve laughed at his face, but if they experienced how good it was to be inside of you, feeling your liquids coat him and his pelvis while they come out of you— even though you don’t let him cum, they would’ve understand. 

But he won’t let them get even 2 meters near you.

You started kissing his neck, marks that will be very prominent in just some hours, his whimpers bringing you to heaven even with how slow you rode him, just one thrust and he swears he could cum– overstimulation taking the best of him, you just pecked his lips one time and did as what he imagined and failed to keep it in.

“Aw baby, you ruined it! Why couldn’t you wait for me? Wanted to cum so badly? It’s okay, but cum again, okay? Be my good boy and make me cum again mhm?”

geto suguru

Are you doing this on purpose? Or you don't really notice? He swears people could see his raging erection from 10 meters afar, quirks of having a big cock, i guess.

And it’s so fucking embarrasing trying to hide it with the shopping bags you gave him to carry, not only he looked in an awkward position while walking, but the friction– and having you infront of him walking with that mini skirt, would make everyone crazy.

He swears he could just cum while walking and watching your hips move and tease him with your body. 

But you just were clueless. Getting excited to find the store you were looking for and do small jumps which had him rolling his eyes to conceal his need for you.

And he was getting needy. Spraying kisses all over your neck when he back-hugged you, he was making it obvious now! Rubbing himself on you, he needed it.

When you finally arrived home, he couldn’t stand it anymore, throwing away the bags somewhere in the kitchen carrying you– having to steady yourself by grabbing what you could from his back and not fall face into the floor while your legs were hanging on his front.

He carried you all the way into your bedroom and dropped you down softly on your bed while he plastered kisses all over your thighs mumbling about how much he missed being between your thighs and how you’ve been playing games with him this entire day.

You were suddenly overcome with excitement. Your clit throbbed and you desperately needed release. Your breath hitched in anticipation. All you could think about was letting Geto finally give you what you’ve been planning this whole day. 

“You’re so perfect. So perfect f´me– and all you been doin’ this day was tease me with that tiny skirt of yours baby- had to control myself to not go crazy over ya’”

At times like this, where Geto is kneeling right in front of you with his face buried in the middle of your legs, you are grateful that you lived alone. Because it means you don’t have to hold back your moans when Geto swipes his tongue on your clit. You don’t have to hold back as he roams his tongue around your entrance.  You know you genuinely lost it when he wrapped his lips around your bud, giving it a hard suckle that made your hips bucked. Out of instinct, your hand went to his hair. Gripping around the strand of it just to push his head closer to your cunt, letting the tip of his nose pressed against it. 

He inhaled, he fucking inhaled to let your scent filled his nose as if his tongue isn’t enough to make you feel stars.  Soon enough, you are on your knees, with your face buried on your pillow, tears pooling around your teardox as Geto has his mouth back to your pussy. His tongue moves in and out your hole to build up your orgasm. 

“What happened to my teasing girl mhm?”

choso kamo

Poor him. How did he end up in this situation? He swears all he did was give a small peek through your skirt because how couldn’t he?!

You were bending in front of him! And you’re even meaner because you know he has a crush for you since….ever. Kinda embarrassing to be honest. Because he acts like a kid having a crush, even worse, like when a little kid had a crush on their old brothers/sister friends… 

But. He won't lie he loves when you punish him like this. Because you praise him for being such dork for you. 

"It's okay, baby, you're doing so well for me right now," you lean down and place small kisses on his tear-stained cheeks, his red nose with his black mark and his eyelids eliciting a broken sob from him, "Think you can handle a little while longer, puppy?"

And he’s not thinking very clearly right now– Not when you’re pumping his cock in that tempo that has him seeing stars and crying out loud for you.

“yesyesyesy princess– oh my god- oh my fucking god… i´m sosososoooo lucky to be here with you baby, I love you soo much, i’m so, fuck, nngh!”

He was coming for a fifth? six? time right now. He swears he heard something about you telling him you won’t stop jacking him off until he cums dry. 

Choso looked at you, sniffing and wrapping his hand around yours, "But I want to fuck you now..." He mumbled barely audible to you, and you had to close your eyes and take a deep breath or you would've done what he told you to.

And he’s fucking excited for that. To fucking lose his mind and body to you. To dump all his cum wherever and whenever you wanted.

nanami kento

This little fucking pervert! He acts like this ‘oh so mature guy’ when he’s just as down for you as you are for him. He tried not to fall for you once he saw you for the first time in a mission both of you coincidentally crashed into. Being from another part of the world and suddenly connecting through these annoying curses.

But what annoyed him the most was how ‘inappropriate’ you are while working. Wearing those miniskirts of different colors for work. For work!

How is he supposed to focus? How is he supposed to train? Not when you’re moving your legs with that skirt that barely covers your butt and he easily sees the figure of it and your lips begging to be released to be tasted. By him. 

And you finally have him where you wanted, right between your legs. 

Your moans echo inside your bedroom, and maybe tomorrow you will have your neighbor file a noise complaint to you, but you didn’t mind. To have Kento’s attention only to you worth everything. 

At first, Kento wasn't the biggest fan of the size difference between you two, he felt almost too big compared to you.

Well, that was before he knew how good could fuck your needy cunt.

You were just barely holding onto his shoulders, leaving scratch marks that he would not even bother covering up, holding you with ease against the wall. "That's right, bunny, say my name and mark me, let everyone know I'm all yours, let them hear how good I fuck you," Kento whined and clung to you, feeling his cock pumping in and out of your small body, tilting his head forward to look down at the connection between your bodies.

The obvious outline of his length on your lower belly made him roll his eyes to the back of his head, your trembling legs wrapping around his hips, keeping his cock buried deep inside your pulsing pussy, feeling it wanting to milk every drop of his cum.

"Fuck me, more... I need more of your cock kento, please~!"

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time He Got Jealous Of His Twin Brother”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, slight Yuuji x Reader but we all know who you’re really here for, Sukuna is down bad, narration is mostly from Sukuna’s POV

Word Count: 1.80k

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Sukuna is a fucking geinus.

His plan is full proof. His brothers put him in charge of buying the tickets for some stupid ass movie Yuuji wants to go see, and you always write your work schedule down on the calendar taped to the fridge. Sure, yeah, maybe he had to call out sick for today because this was the only day that Choso had work and you didn’t, but now he knows that his plan will fall perfectly into place. Yuuji is already at the apartment, you’ll come downstairs eventually, and Yuuji will invite you to come to the movie in Choso’s place, making it look like a total coincidence and definitely not something he’s been meticulously planning all week.

Could he have just, I don’t know, asked you to go on a date with him? Of course not, that’s fucking ridiculous. This makes so much more sense.

I mean, you absolutely loved The Human Centipede, definitely weren’t covering your eyes in terror and disgust when he showed it to you, so it’s a no brainer that you’ll just adore Human Earthworm. Hah! What a fuckin’ joke, you’ll be dragging Sukuna out of the theatre within five minutes and begging him to take you out somewhere else without his annoying twin brother.

It’s perfect.

Him and Yuuji are lounging on opposite ends of the couch while Yuuji is going on and on about an Elden Ring boss he can’t beat. Sukuna has his boots propped up on the coffee table and his arms resting behind his head as he half listens to his brother, and more so keeps an ear out for your footsteps upstairs.

“I was gonna try and beat her without summons but she’s kicking my ass, how many tries did it take you?”

“One.”

“Ugh!” Yuuji flops backwards on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and shoving it over his face, his defeated whines muffled through the plush cotton, “She’s so impossible!”

Footsteps, finally. As you walk into the living room Yuuji uncovers his face, and you stop dead in your tracks, pointing at him, and then his brother, back and forth a few times before rubbing your eyes.

“Holy shit, there’s two of you?”

Oh yeah, I never mentioned my family huh?

Sukuna just gives you a smug smirk, “Three, but the emo one couldn’t make it.”

Yuuji perks up, jolting upright on the couch and giving you a bright smile, “Hi! I’m the normal one!”

You pull a chair out from the kitchen table, plopping yourself down into the wooden seat, “I think I’m gonna faint.”

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Sukuna is… a fucking idiot.

He knew his brother had a bubbly personality and could get along with literally anyone, but how was he supposed to know that you two would hit it off so well? Yuuji is pulling out all the stops, holding the door open for you, offering to pay for your popcorn, god it’s like he’s trying to get on Sukuna’s nerves.

Granted, it’s not like Sukuna told him that he likes you, but I mean for fucks sake that’s his twin brother! Shouldn’t he have some sort of sixth sense for this kind of thing?

That pink haired fucker has you wrapped around his little finger, you’re looking at him with googly eyes and cheesing like it’s fucking picture day. Ridiculous. Why don’t you ever smile like that for him? He’s funny!

I’m never letting him in the apartment again.

The three of you walk up to the top row of the nearly empty theater, Sukuna making sure to sit right between you and Yuuji. Previews are rolling on the screen as Sukuna is trying his damndest to hide the scowl on his face, his large arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the way the large screen reflects different colors into your eyes. He didn’t really think this far ahead, he’s got you next to him at the movies but… what now? He’s mentally kicking himself enough as it is for not considering his overly charismatic brother, and now he’s realizing that he doesn’t even know what his own intentions are.

Did he just want to take you somewhere? Is he trying to sleep with you? Does he want to be… romantic with you?

God, what has he become? He’s supposed to be the tough fucking scary guy and he’s not only getting shown up by his nerdy brother, but also getting nervous at the thought of making a move on you.

Yuuji flings popcorn in your direction, making you squeal out a giggle as it gently lands in your hair. Sukuna groans, hardly paying attention as he’s deep in thought, running his finger through your hair and flicking the popcorn away. He’s so consumed in his own head that he completely misses the blush that tints your cheeks at his tender touch.

Should I have even bothered with this? I feel like staying at the house would’ve been better at this point.

A piece of popcorn flies into his eye.

“Ugh,” This is so stupid, Sukuna rubs his eyelid with his thumb, “Watch it, brat.”

Yuuji tosses his hands up defensively and you giggle again, leaning over the armrest and placing your pointer finger on Sukuna’s cheek, tilting his face to turn towards you. Have your eyes always been that bright?

“Ooh, bullseye.” He can feel your breath fanning on his face, you’re so close, but just as abruptly as you leaned in, you lean back into your seat. God, he wants more than anything to tell you to come back, but the words wouldn’t be able to escape his lips if he tried. Unfortunately, all he manages to do is glare down at you and make you shift awkwardly under his gaze, mumbling out a quick apology.

Fuck. I think I scared them.

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From what you’ve been able to gather, this movie is weird. Is it horror or romance? You’ve been having trouble paying attention, far too distracted by Yuuji leaning over the very annoyed looking Sukuna to excitedly whisper tidbits about the movie to you. But every time you look over to Yuuji your eyes can’t help but wander to Sukuna’s profile, the flashing lights of the large screen illuminating his tattooed skin, his bottom lip tutting out to blow the loose strand of his pink hair resting on his brow out of his eyes-

Ah dammit, I’m doing it again.

You’re so confused. Sukuna has been giving you mixed signals all night, sweetly running his fingers through your hair one moment, then glowering at you like he wants you dead the next. He’s so unpredictable, and you’ve been so distracted by him all evening that you’ve hardly been able to pay any attention to poor Yuuji, giving him bright smiles and fake laughs while your mind is completely consumed with Sukuna.

He’s been so grumpy the entire evening, you’ve been feeling like he’s… disappointed? Is he mad his other brother couldn’t come? Is he mad that you took the emo one’s place? Would he rather somebody else have gone to the movie with him? It was Yuuji’s idea for you to tag along, so it’s safe to assume that if Sukuna wanted you here he would have just invited you, right?

But then every now and again his eyes flicker to you, watching. Why is he looking at you like that? With his gaze so uncharacteristically soft, scanning your face like he’s searching for something, from the corner of your eye you can catch him looking at your lips.

Is there something on my face?

You’re ripped from your thoughts as a blood curdling scream erupts from the speakers, making you jump in your seat. You catch the tiniest glimpse of a smirk creeping on the corner of Sukuna’s lips as he sits like a rock, completely unbothered as per usual. You gently kick his foot under the seat, and he presses his large boot onto the top of your sneaker, pinning your shoe under his and keeping your foot locked in place under the sole of his steel toe boot.

You cross your arms over your chest, letting out a frustrated huff at him that only makes his grin grow wider, his face still pointed towards the large screen as he flashes his canines at you. He props his elbow on the armrest between you, resting his chin on the ball of his palm as he peers down at you with a smug grin.

“You ready to get out of here yet?”

Cocky fucker, I swear he gets off on making me mad.

“No.” You snap back defensively.

Unbeknownst to you, his question was not rhetorical. But you’re in it now, determined to sit through this entire movie even if it kills you. You’re bothering him enough just by being here, the last thing you want to do is make him feel like he needs to leave.

His smirk shifts into a grimace as he taps his boot on top of your shoe. You slide your sneaker away but he loops his calf around yours and pulls your leg towards him, gently kicking your foot. If you didn’t know better you’d almost think he was… trying to play footsies with you? You’re not really sure what he’s trying to do, all you know is that he’s still leaning on the armrest between you and probably unintentionally pulling you closer by your leg.

Your arm brushes against his as you try to maneuver your elbow onto the armrest, quietly muttering to him “You’re hogging up all the space.”

He leans down slightly to whisper in your ear, “Tragic. Use the other one.”

You nudge his forearm with your elbow, “Just move your arm.”

He lets out a quiet “Tch” and raises his arm to rest over the back of your seat instead, “This better, brat?”

You nod your head as a blush creeps onto your cheeks, luckily hidden by the darkness in the room. When you relax back into your chair you can feel his arm pressing into the back of your neck and his fingers lightly graze against your shoulder. It feels… kinda comforting, you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to lean into his touch and your heart starts to pound at the thought.

You don’t dare to look at Sukuna, deciding to quietly enjoy the moment. Which is a real shame, because if you did look at him there’s a chance you’d catch the way he’s gnawing on his bottom lip with a face that looks almost as flustered as your own.

He might be enjoying this more than you are, and he might even be thinking that having to sit through this movie might not be so bad after all.

A/N: POV you and Sukuna are two idiots who are into each other but neither of you have the balls to do something about it. Also writing Sukuna’s POV for the narration was SO FUN!!! We love our delusional king who sees you god forbid smile at another person and immediately assumes you’re in love with them Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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[shhuuga]

Give me Choso or Suguru smut headcannonsssss🐱🐱

i chose to do suguru but ill do choso anothertimr bc i love my baby 😔

SUGURU HEADCANNONS —

this man is THE munch

he eats pussy like it's life or death ur honor 🫡

spit, tears, all of it.

he's a nasty bitch. YOUR nasty bitch

omg speaking of dirty names

please call this man "mister" or "sir" and watch his dick SPRING to full attention because ma'am you playing a dangerous game here

"what's wrong, sir? you look a little pale" yeah bc all his blood just rushed to his dick at once

but ofc he calls u names right back!!

he strikes me as a "mama" type of guy (especially when he's nutting inside u bc he's "gonna make you a mama")

he also loves to put "my" behind everything. "my wife" "my slut" "my perfect girl" you get it.

very possesive so watch yourself

while we're on the "watch yourself" topic..

i think he's a bit of a lazy fucker tbh, letting you tell him how or where you want him. he doesn't mind, really. hes fucking for your pleasure

this man has cameras and mirrors galore please dont play. cant even go through one of those mirror mazes at the fair because it reminds you too much of him

yeah pleasuredom!suguru who doesn't even engage sex until you practically sit on him naked because he's always so busy and tired

please suck this man off he's so physically exhausted and horny it could bring him to tears

OMG SPEAKING OF TEARS

he loves crying. doesnt matter if its you or him (though he feels like if he didnt make you cry of pleasure he didn't do his job)

and this mf is hefty so when he cries his chest and stomach heave n sum mo shi

which is honestly cool if u happen to be riding his abs while jerking him off or smth idk..👀

written by @shhuuga [08/24/24] all rights reserved. do not copy, steal or translate my writing.

[kleftiko]

❦ CALL OUT MY NAME

“guess I was just another pit stop 'til you made up your mind. you just wasted my time."

cw: mature, sexual content, gn!reader, angst, infidelity, mentions of marking (tw: Naoya Zen'in)

Choso's laying in bed. Fingers play through his loose hair as he watches a show he's seen so many times that he's mouthing along to the dialogue. An empty box of takeout sits on his nightstand, and he's content.

The ambiance of his room is broken when his phone buzzes. At first he doesn't notice, then decides he doesn't care enough to check, but whether intuition or luck, he flips over his phone to see your name.

"What's up?" he's asking a second later, into the speaker.

There's a sniffle on your end.

"Can I come over?" you ask in a small, static, clouded voice.

"Of course," he says.

"Can we get fried rice?"

Choso's eyes flit to the empty container. "Sure, I was just getting hungry anyway."

"I'll be there soon."

Getting rid of the garbage takes two seconds; what takes so much longer is Choso figuring out what to do with all the time between now and when you show up at his door. He was overly critical of how he was sitting, what show was playing on the TV, and what kind of fried rice he should get—but it all went flying out the window when you opened his door with puffy eyes and a quivering lip.

He's on you in a second, helping you take off your jacket and asking what happened. But you don't say anything; instead, you climb into his bed and snuggle under the covers.

"He doesn't care about me." You whine.

Choso can't help that the sight of you tangling yourself in his sheets, knowing they're going to smell like you when you inevitably leave, makes his dick twitch.

"He's such a dick—God, why can't I just find someone better?" You huff, fluffing his pillow and laying your head on it.

He tentatively sits on the side of his bed, a large hand softly stroking your shoulder like he's done so many times.

"What happened this time?" He asks. You take a deep breath and begin to recount the details of your latest disappointment. It's always about your boyfriend, Naoya, and how he doesn't do this or say this to you. At this point, everything is a broken record; Naoya does something terrible, and you crawl to Choso for a moment, allowing him to hold, caress, and love you, before returning to your boyfriend.

Choso hates it. Hates that you won't leave the guy, hates that you take all the bullshit he throws at you, hates that you're always showing up at his door in tears—but he especially hates that he can never turn you away, hates that he lets you use him for a quick fuck that definitely means so much more to him than it ever will to you.

"And I mean, it's not even like I'm asking for much!" You vent.

Honestly, Choso's not paying attention to what you're saying; he's heard this speech so many times that he could recite it like the show that's still playing on his TV. But he knows what comes after; he knows that in a moment of vulnerability for both of you, your soft lips will finally touch his, and he could pretend for a brief moment that you are all his.

"Why can't I be with someone as sweet as you?" You breathe, leaning into him.

He doesn't wait for you to make the first move this time; he kisses you without taking a breath first—too eager to have you. As your lips meet, a surge of electricity courses through his veins, intensifying the connection between you. In that stolen moment, the world around him fades away, leaving only the two of you lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

It's all too soon that he's undressed you. The heat between you becomes almost unbearable. His lips run over the soft skin covering your entire body, right over the marks from another man. How he wished to do that to you as well, to erase any trace of anyone else. He wants to look down at your bare body and see his own masterpiece, not some other fuckers. But you'll never let him; your boyfriend was the only one allowed to do that. You've told him many times, and it's always a stab to his heart. A sick reminder of what he is to you and what he will never be.

But in some sadistic and satirical way, it never stops him from wanting to please you, to let you suffocate him with your trembling thighs as he eats you out in a desperate attempt for your approval.

He yearns to be the one who fulfills your desires, to be the artist who brings you pleasure and satisfaction. Despite the pain it causes him, he continues to strive for your acceptance, hoping that one day he will be enough for you.

But even when he's buried deep inside you, bringing tears of ecstasy to your eyes, you're still not looking at him. You're lost in your own world of pleasure, unaware of the emotional toll it takes on him. He longs for a connection beyond physical intimacy, craving the validation and recognition that he so desperately seeks from you. It's a bittersweet irony that even in moments of intense passion, he remains unseen and unnoticed by the one he yearns for. It doesn't matter that he brings you to one orgasm after another if he can't capture your attention and affection outside of the bedroom.

And right when he's on the brink of euphoria, head thrown back, grip like a vice against your hips, you tell him to pull out—he can't cum inside. And it doesn't matter that the sight of his cum splattering against your stomach is a sight that makes him immediately hard again; it's a cruel reminder that only your boyfriend has the pleasure of filling you up while he has to cum into the cool and unforgiving air between you. He now knows the moment is almost over.

Choso's laying in bed. Fingers trail over your exposed skin as the same show that was playing hours ago still runs. An untouched box of takeout sits on his nightstand, and he feels his heart sink at the thought of you waking up and leaving him alone.

[honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe]

🛑 The free pass for Rants and Musings has reached you 🛑

If there is anything you’d like to rant or talk about, but no one’s ever asked you about it, consider this the ask you need to yap about it as much as you want! Have fun ✨

So I was mulling over answering this question for the past week because I kept on overthinking things and just had so many things I wanted to talk about ranging from character analysis to OC's or just generally talking about favorite characters but instead of talking about any of that I've decided instead to talk about something that has been plaguing my mind for a while which is

𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓙𝓙𝓚 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻

Now hear me out this is something which has been plaguing my mind for a while like it just won't leave me alone so as a monster fucker myself I have decided to analyze which characters I believe would be down to get freaky with someone who possesses more monstrous features for example something like sukuna's heian era true form like like the scale of a monster fucker can range from human with monster features like claws multiple eyes extra limbs and appendages or a half human hybrid to a literal eldritch abomination that doesn't resemble anything human I will be basing this all by the way on my own personal opinion so it's okay if you disagree just please don't attack me for my opinion this is also half serious and half for fun so don't be so dramatic about it I'm just doing this for fun and also cause I thought it'd be funny to talk about

So I have been thinking of this for a while and since there are so many characters in JJK I've narrowed down my list to the top 8 I believe have the most potential the list by the way is in no order I just put the people I believe to be down to bang a monster if possible or if their s/o was not human/or half human or happened to possess a cursed technique that altered their body to give them a more monstrous appearance now anyways let us begin the list with

Kenjaku

Yorozu

Kashimo

Yuta (aged up)

Choso

Yuki

Hiromi

Toji

Now I will now explain my reasons as to why I believe these characters are monster fuckers

Kenjaku - Come on now we all know how freaky this man is he legitimately banged sukuna's reincarnated twin and even gave birth if that's not freaky I don't know what is also not just that he's also shown to be a highly curious and knowledge driven person so I believe he would be 100% down to bang a someone a lot more on the monster side both for curiosity and at the same time just to experience it and just in case it may come in handy in the future

Kashimo and Yorozu - I group these together because it's because these two are just down bad for Sukuna like yorozu was legit willing to throw herself at him in his true form what's not to say she wouldn't be willing to bang him also in that form and we all know that one panel of kashimo witnessing sukuna transform into his true form and calling him "beautiful" like I also believe he would down to smash if you possessed inhumane qualities

Yuta - Now I think we can also tell why I put him here like that man has already been shown to not be afraid of kissing cursed spirits examples being rika and that cockroach curse (I forgot it's name) in the culling game so I think it's safe to say he probably would be willing to smash if you had monster qualities I also believe that he wouldn't judge your appearance no matter how monstrous as long as you were a good person

Choso - I feel like he's a lot like yuta in that he's not one to judge if you looked more on the monstrous side like the whole reason he went along with kenjaku's plan at first was so that he's brothers could live in a world where they wouldn't be discriminated for their appearance so I feel like as long as he liked you he wouldn't mind getting down and dirty

Yuki - It's kinda hinted at in the manga that she had a thing for choso and to be honest who could blame her she has fantastic taste honestly but because of that I feel like she also wouldn't mind if you were not exactly fully human like how choso was half human half curse or had a more monstrous appearance if she likes you she likes you simple as that

Hiromi - Now please hear me out on this one he may seem out of place on this list but I just feel that deep within my soul that this man is a monster fucker like I feel like after he goes off the rails he legitimately would not care to be honest if you had more monstrous appearance as long as you were a good person and he also did say that he's been trying out new things he hasn't done before and banging a monster could be one of them

Toji - Same thing for hiromi honestly not that much proof more or less the vibes I get from him like this man seems also like such a freak he wouldn't mind doing the nasty if you didn't look exactly human like he did say that the cursed spirit kuchisake-onna looked interesting for a one night stand so yeah I feel like he'd be down

So anyways this is my list and opinions thank you for sticking through to the end and listening to me be unhinged and ramble about this if you have any other characters you think could be on the list let me know I would be happy to discuss it

[nanaslutt]

1. YAYYYY that was my problem too, i used to read this persons smaus on twitter and they were sooooo perfect, but whenever i tried to read anyone else’s they didn’t really click for me so i wrote my own!! i so glad you love them hehe we’re twinem

2. yeahh that cheating smau was a brutal time for all of us huh… BUT YIPPEEE choso is my fav to write fics for so that means a lot to me, thank you <3

3. HES SO SILLY AND MEAN I WANNA EAT HIM

4. OF COURSE🫡🫡 i do my best for you

5. yeah nanami has that effect on people, tbh he could call me a garbage which and id prob still swoon at his feet

6. oh i’m so glad my love, im sorry ur going through something right now!! im getting to these a bit late so you might feel better already though!! i hope so <3

7. heavy on the burnt out author part… writing is hard but you’ll get out of that stump soon!! thank you so much :))

8. this is the best thing i could ever hear RAHHHHHHH im slowly growing the uraume fucker army

9. i lace my smaus with healing properties ^.^ im glad you’re feeling better

[celestie0]

ups, wanted to send an ask and accidentally unfollowed you, my bad ahaha off to a good start already lol. anyway, I'VE FINALLY READ CHAPTER 11 KICKOFF.and girl i have to tell you you capture this whole frat college lifestyle so so well, not that i have a clue what it's like but i would imagine it like this and i always feel like a early 2000 romcom reading your story and i'm just so in love with these vibes :'')) anyway ! my thoughts while reading hehe:

“Oh awesome, thanks man, needed these.” He takes the box of condoms from the top of the pile in Gojo’s arms, “we ran out of gloves.”

i'm sorry i'm loosing it already ahahah, they are all so stupid and i'm in love. and please gojo with a snapback, how can i unread this bc this is going to stay in my head for the rest of the day. & again the vibes of the story 😩😩

“Uh, I wouldn’t,” Gojo interjects, “unless you wanna be traumatized by the sight of a girl swallowing Choso whole while he’s seated on the toilet.”

OBJECTION. i wanna go there. don't ask me for the reason.

There’s a grin on Gojo’s face, “you should get mine.” “What is yours?” you ask. “Uh, I actually have no clue,” he confesses...

love how gojo is always so chocky and flirty, but then fails imidiately bc he doesn't think two steps ahead, i love him 😩😩

& did i tell you how funny todo and mina are ?? okay everyone is so funny but these too have me laughing out loud omg. i love them.

He’s grabbing your hand again, and you realize this entire afternoon might just be him taking you wherever he wants you while you essentially turn your brain off.

yes please gojo, just take us though your crazy frat boy life, i'll eat it all up. but please for the love of good, don't take us to eat, bc i'll not eat those hot dogs with condom flavour. no thank u !

Your right knee is first to press into the cushion next to his thigh, and then your left knee follows until you’re hovered above him in a straddle. Then he settles you into the warmth of his lap with an urging hand on the small of your back, and you’re akin to the way he slides you up to above his groin once you’re sat. 

this whole paragraph has already made me blush like an idiot, ahhhhhhh don't be so cute with your stupid snapback !!

Listen, he’s hot enough when you’re sober, but with drink in your veins, you’re worried you might fuck him hard enough not even your birth control could save you from what you’d coax from him.

valid.

You release your grip of his shirt. He sulks about it. “I can recall you asking me to call you daddy once. Weirdo.” “Wow. I open up to you and then you kink shame me.”

ugh. i love these two so much. their banter is so cute and natural and flirty all at once. they have so good chemistry it's to die for.

until you accidentally rub your panties right over his crotch and a soft gasp leaves your lips when you realize that he’s hard underneath you. 

the way i GASPED.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs

BITTING INTO MY PILLOW.

“Pretty girl.” 

SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW.

You see one of his frat brothers standing in the frame holding up a pair of metal tongs, clacking them in the air to get his attention. “It’s your turn to grill, man.”

GRILL ON YOUR OWN, U FUCKER !!! no sorry, it's okay, i did totally, absolutely not get hot all over reading this scene. but how sweet that gojo covers her up 😩😩 ugh, give me a man like that.

Your heart drops to the ground at the same time your mouth falls open when you see her kiss him

No way! omg i can't imagine the pain for both of them. like it's not his fault but what on earth. even that girl?? bruh, i hope karma is coming for her.

If there was one thing about jealousy, it's that it’s enough to make all feelings you have for someone surface in a way that's so overbearingly powerful, so insanely potent and borderline physically debilitating that it makes you feel sick to the stomach

love that part.

BUT WAIT i did not expect her KISSING HIM then !!! u go girl !!!

but the prickle of tears in the corners of your eyes when you shut them tight makes you pull away from the kiss completely.

the way i went form "u go girl!!" to oh nauuurrr i'm sad again is insane. & omg that whole conversation is like a collercoaster of emotions, help me.

“She’s a random person who kissed you out of nowhere, like you’re just some piece of meat to toy with. It’s wrong. You’re a human being, not an object to lust over.”

100 % !! still gonna do it

His eyes widen slightly, and your heart sinks a little when you see he’s confused and trying to genuinely process your words, like it’s something no one’s ever told him before.

"no one's ever told him" why am i sad again ?? ellie can u stop ?? 😭😭 i cannot go on with these sudden turns of laughter to TEARS

“Um. You didn’t use condoms to serve these, right?” you ask as you take it from him. “N-No,” he stutters, “…why? I-Is that a request?” “No, no, no. You’re good.”

please 😭😭😭

ahh thank you so much for writing this ellie. i love love love this story so much, it was one of the first long stories i ever read here on tumblr and it has such a special place in my heart. the way you write this young college love is just so good and i'm already dreading the day the story ends :'))

i'm always amazed how effortlessly funny you can write and it just feels so genuine. i wish you the best and have the most amazing weekend <3

omg hiii nici omg i'm sobs tysm for this review <33 also so sorry im so late w responding to itttt. PLS i'm so glad you're getting 2000s romcom vibes from it because i loooove early 2000s romcom classics sm hahah.

love how gojo is always so chocky and flirty, but then fails imidiately bc he doesn't think two steps ahead, i love him 😩😩

BHAHAHAH cries yes this is my headcanon of him. like he's flirty sure but he's also kind of dumb n sweet xD

haha i'm so glad you enjoyed the couch scene!! i had sooo much fun writing it, esp just their whole conversation. him CALLING HER PRETTY GIRL :((((((( i had a line where he says "my pretty girl" but i ended up deleting it bc it made me blush too much xD i physically couldn't read thru the scene to edit it bahahah. yes him covering her uppppppppp ugh i love when men are sleazy but also gentlemanly? if that makes sense bahahha.

aaa sorry for the emotional turns omg i swear that chapter was just supposed to be some silly convo n a lil bit of drama but it ended up kinda sad in the end D: but tysm for reading and your insights omg your words mean sm to me as an author whose work i adore and learn sm from :'') much loveee <33

[thekillingmoonmoon]

blood money, red velvet

Part of the Yakuza!JJK Collab with @cursedmoonchild

All characters depicted are over 18 years of age. Please do not copy, use, or repost this content without explicit permission of the creator.

Pairing: Choso x Fem! Reader x Yuki Warnings: NSFW, smut, threesomes, wlw, face sitting, oral, mutual masturbation, cum eating, choking, brief descriptions blood, brief description of death (murder), brief description of gang violence, mention of drugs (maybe), pet names: Yuki calls reader “darlin, “sweet thing” “princess” “doll”, Choso calls her “pretty thing” “little one” “love”, reader do be kinda freaky because she really just goes for it Synopsis: You need help, desperately. And Yuki is your last chance. But what if Yuki’s compensation is different from what you expected? Length: 5k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“No deal.” She was golden, her hair dripping sweet sunlight as she leaned back in the chair across from you. Burnt umber eyes giggled at you over the rim of her drink and she left scarlet lipstick stains on her glass. You sighed, deflating into the lush upholstery of the luxurious velvet couch. You knew that tonight’s endeavour was a long shot, one chance in a million. And you had lost. Tsukumo Yuki had been your last hope, but she had refused, and now, all you had left was blood on your hands.

“Yuki…” the voice behind you melted like dark chocolate over your tongue, bittersweet as you tasted the sympathy in its tones. Kamo Choso, the mediator for tonight’s negotiations, loomed over your shoulder to retrieve his drink, his dark eyes never leaving the crackling space between you and his long-term partner. He was well known for his professionalism during negotiations with Yuki, never showing any bias between involved parties and never dropping the soft “Tsukumo-san” he addressed her with throughout the meeting. Except for now, when her name fell in powdered sugar over your shoulders. Yuki looked up briefly into her lover’s eyes before her hot honeyed gaze met yours once again. “I'm sorry, sweet thing,” she cooed, “as much as I’d love to make a deal with you, I’ve made a vow to myself that I won’t break, not even for a pretty darling like you.” You nodded, already gathering up what little was left of your dignity to depart and rose from your seat. A pity, you thought, as you gave the pair one last longing glance. They were beautiful, unearthly, unreal. Choso with his pristine porcelain skin, his inky locks and storm-swept eyes, Yuki with her gold-spun strands and sun-kissed skin. They were gods, and you were a mere mortal, forced into prostration before their altar as you laid out your meagre offerings. Offerings that you yourself would refuse.

You looked to Yuki. “It’s my family, isn’t it?” you asked, the answer already on your lips, “the deal is damn good, my family’s the problem.” Yuki scrunched her nose. “Your father’s a misogynistic asshole and your brother’s a sadistic fuck.” “Yuki!” panic coloured Choso’s words, but your carmine giggle cut him off. “That’s for sure,” you sighed, “alright, well I appreciate you meeting,” you looked to Choso, “and mediating with me anyway.” You turned to leave, your last dregs of hope and humanity left behind on the plush red velvet of Yuki’s couch. Your hand was on the doorknob when you were stopped dead, the deep purr of Yuki’s voice reverberating around the room before vibrating through your ribs. “I might just break my vow for you, princess, but only once those fuckers have left your family,” Yuki offered, taking your previous place on the couch, reaching up to cup the back of Choso’s neck and bring him down behind her. You half-turned, mouth parted, but the dark-haired man spoke before you, his lips brushing his lover’s skin as he smiled, “What she means to say, little one, is that if you, and only you, come to us for a deal, we’d be more than happy to do business with you, beloved.”

...

Two months later and you’re lost, losing yourself in the primal thump of the dancefloor in a club you can’t even name. You think it’s the White Lotus, one of the many establishments operating under the Gojo Family’s name. This one was a gift to one of their main members, although you’d be damned if you could remember his name. Deto? Geto? You didn’t care. You weren’t here for business. Business, business, business, then blood and guts and bones, and then business once again. Blood saturated every second of your life, dripping from your fingertips across the floor, staining your flaws, your failings. You had won the war, won the fight for successorship, won the fight that took the lives of your family. The new Family Head, welcomed with wary eyes and loud whispers of “why was a woman allowed to go so far?”. The other Families had been outright hostile, bar the Gojo clan, who were too powerful to care about who succeeded a minor clan amongst their cornucopia of wealth.

You had won, and now blood dripped down your fingertips onto the dancefloor, a construction of your now corrupted mind, constantly casting crimson across your life. You shook your head, shaking the sin and the nightmare from your head. You had come here for fun, freedom, for the fantasy of a normal life as you lost yourself in the music.

With the next song, you’re at the bar, barking for a shot of vodka and cranberry chaser, baring your teeth in a frightening attempt at a smile at the other patrons. Of course, they were just normal people, living normal lives, letting loose in their otherwise normal, monotonous, peaceful lives. Part of you hated them, hated their harmonious existences, free from the constant havoc and conflict of your own world. But, luckily, the clan tattoo across your neck had its perks, and your drinks slid across the counter to your waiting hands. You relished the burn of the shot down your throat, baring yourself to the shiver that ran through your body. You drank your juice a bit slower, scanning the crowd for any possible prey, any possible pure soul for you to lose yourself in for a night. You smouldered, the tension in your lower stomach tight enough for you to seek out some release, some relief from the relentless blood on your hands. Nothing. No-one. Too normal.

So you resigned yourself to music as your refuge. You slipped enough notes across to the surprised bartender, before dissolving back into the seething throng of bodies.

The bass reverberated through your bones, the bump of your hips, the curve of your spine. You weren’t drunk, it would take a lot more than a shot to intoxicate you, but the taught muscles of your shoulders relaxed, leaving you loose to dance.

You swung your head back, letting that blood-red light slide across your skin as you soaked yourself in the smoky air and sultry beat. Your hands stretched to the sky, bathing your arms in blood, bare, reaching, reaching, your dancing fingers desperately trying to find something, anyone, to hold onto.

Ivory spilt over your skin, long pale fingers adorned with silver rings spinning over your hands to twirl your body toward a solid chest of wine-dark silk. “And what do we have here, my dear?” Choso murmured over your shoulder, blood-dark lips just inches from yours, the scarlet glitter below his eyes catching in the simmering light of the club. “A little bit of fun, don’t you think, darlin’?” a woman’s voice bled across you, dripping gold and glamour, brightened by the bright scarlet painted across Yuki’s mouth.  You were stuck between them, Choso’s firm chest to yours, silver-spun hands heavy on your hips. Yuki had draped herself over your shoulders, her hair falling in shimmering cascade over your skin, causing you to shiver. “Tsukumo-san, Kamo-san, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you willed your voice not to waver, to stay still despite the soft tickle of their hands on your skin. “Ah – ah – ah – does it look like we’re working?” Yuki tutted, you glanced at her over your shoulder, eyes widening at the ebony lace tracing over her skin, barely covering her breasts. “N-no,” your gaze flickered back to Choso, whose pale chest glimmered between the unbuttoned wine dark silk of his shirt. You chose to look at the floor instead. “Exactly,” Yuki leaned in, purring past your ear, “so there’s no need to be so formal with us, right Choso?” Her partner nodded; his painted lips pulled into a gentle smirk. His soft grip over your hips grew heavier and you could feel his thumbs hook through your belt loops, tugging you tighter to his body.

“Would you dance with us, little one?” he cooed, and before you could think, you were nodding, swept up in the flurry of hands and hips and music that carried you deeper into the crowd. Their hands never left you, constantly brushing over your clothes, leaving lightning bolts rippling across your skin. Choso turned you to press his chest to your back, his hips flush to your backside, his lips a whisper away from your neck. Yuki dropped to a crouch in front of you, running her hands up over your body as she rose from her squat, her golden eyes glimmering in the flashing lights. As she rose to her feet, she leaned in, close enough that you could taste the cherry liquor on her breath, her mouth a mere gasp away. Her hands wound around your waist before she spun you back to face Choso.

 Choso’s eyes glowed darkly, his pupils lost to his shadowed gaze. He pushed your hair back from your face before his hand settled around your neck. His rings felt cold against your throat, and as he pressed his fingers into your flesh, you shuddered.

“Will you kiss me, pretty thing?” Choso asked. You glanced over your shoulder, drinking in the soft scent of cherries and strawberries that sang from Yuki’s gold-spun hair. Dark eyes glittered at you, greedy and gold. “Go ahead, darlin’,” Yuki cooed, “but only if you want to,” she reached up to rub her thumb along your bottom lip, tracing the plump flesh and letting it pop back into place after she pulled it down.

 Choso was whiskey-warm, bittersweet on your tongue as he brought his mouth to yours in an open-mouthed kiss. You gasped, feeling Yuki’s hands begin to wander up your sides, slipping beneath your shirt to tickle your skin with seductive shivers. Choso used your surprise, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a groan. You sighed into the kiss, letting the cold rings on his fingers wind up into your hair, the other hand hard and firm on your hip. Choso let you go with a gasp before leaning over your shoulder to kiss his girlfriend.

You were pressed tight between them, Choso’s thigh pushed between your legs, Yuki’s hands beneath your breasts. You could hear the soft suckle and moan of their mouths in the crook of your neck and involuntarily bucked your hips against Choso. “oh~?” Yuki smiled into Choso’s open mouth, “you like that, princess?” You tucked your head away, already feeling your cheeks burning in abashment. “Not so fast, little one,’ Choso caught your jaw in his hand, gently cupping your chin and guiding your gaze back to Yuki, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “What? You gonna let Choso taste but not me?” she leaned in closer, her lips barely a breath away. You shook your head. Yuki cocked your head, “Then use your words, sweet thing. Else you’ll never get what you want,” you frowned, your idle arms looped around Choso’s neck suddenly loose to lace your fingers into Yuki’s long, lustrous hair. “Kiss me, Yuki,” you commanded, your words wobbling across on drunken legs to her giggling golden eyes. “With pleasure, princess,” and she kissed you, smearing sticky scarlet across your soul with the smack of her lips. She was intoxicating, invigorating, sweet and bright and sour in your mouth as she brushed her fingers underneath your bra. You arched your back into her touch, accidentally shifting your hips along Choso’s thick thigh. The pair of you groaned, the heat between your legs growing greater as your male partner pressed his flesh tighter to yours. “That’s it, little one,” he rumbled, just above the bass, “fuck yourself on me”

 You shivered, wanting to stop, but Yuki bit down on your bottom lip, her hands leaving your breasts to land on your hips. She rocked her hips against yours, guiding your hips onto Choso’s thigh so that your clit hit the rough ridges of your pants, causing you to gasp softly into her kiss.  “Good girl,” Yuki hummed, “there’s our pretty princess.”  Choso picked up her trailing kiss, capturing your lips in a sultry sweet kiss, sucking your tongue into his red wine mouth and biting down gently. You yelp and Choso curses, “Fuck, love, I can’t,” he looks past you, to his partner in crime, “not when she makes noises like that” “Then why don’t you make her make more of those noises for us,” Yuki peered around at you, “You would like that, right, sweet thing?”

…

You’re coloured crimson by them, each touch and tease pushing you deeper and deeper into a dark maroon pool of pleasure. You’re plush, plump red velvet spilling from the seams as Yuki presses her chest to yours. You’re caught between them, captured in the sweet scarlet siren call that their voices lace through the air. “I thought,” you panted between lipsticked kisses, “I thought we were conducting negotiations?” you pleaded, only to be ignored as they further intoxicated you with every touch. Choso’s hands scattered up the bare skin of your stomach, causing you to shiver and clench, a sigh filling Yuki’s lips with your secrets. “Oh? Our little one is so sensitive, hmm?” she cooed at Choso, who chased the ripple of your stomach with his touch, his painted fingers skimming the high hem of your pants. “I wonder what pretty panties she has on for us,” his dark eyes never left you, dripping from the bare skin of your shoulders to where his fingers fiddled with the buttons of your pants. “What if she isn’t wearing any?” Yuki pondered, as if the pads of her fingers weren’t sidling beneath the bottom of your shirt, her blunt nails barely scratching as she traced the skin below your bra. “I,” your chest heaved, “I am.” “hmm, so you didn’t plan on seducing us tonight?” Choso hummed in your ear, doubt tainting his tone. “Of course – hah,” you flinched as he finally undid your jeans, “of course not –“ you whined, the overwhelming warmth of his hand over your clothed cunt enough to drive all thoughts from your mind. A single, thick, finger trailed between your folds, dragging the drenched lace of your underwear between your swollen pussy lips, caressing your clit. “Really now, princess? Do you expect us to believe you?” Yuki sneered, sharply pinching at your nipple through the fabric of your bra. “What do you mean?” you managed, fighting to keep your forehead from falling forward onto Yuki as Choso carefully circled your clit. “Dancing like that, dressed like this,” Yuki tugged your shirt over your shoulders, “it’s like you were looking for a fuck.”

Whilst you huffed and puffed at his girlfriend, Choso took the chance to slide your panties aside and pressed past your tense, wet walls. “Ah!” you immediately melted around him, his finger filling your tight cunt until you trembled. Your legs shook, clenching at the hand at the crux of your thighs, but you straightened yourself up. “And what if I was? I wasn’t looking to fuck you two in particular, but there’s nothing wrong with wanting a little fun,” you bristled, despite Choso’s enchanting touch, despite the dizzying scent of Yuki’s perfume. The man behind you rumbled, resting his great weight on your shoulder as he peered at his partner. “There’s nothing wrong at all, little one,” Choso pecked your cheek, too sweetly, softly, sinking his finger deeper into your silken cunt. You gasped and nearly didn’t hear his following growl. “But the thought of someone else’s hands on our pretty doll…” the threat was lost to his patterned throat. You were about to answer when his thumb brushed over your clit, causing you to buckle around him, thighs clamping and clenching around him.  “but you’re here with us, now,” Yuki added, reaching around your back to undo your bra. You shivered as the cold air hit your newly exposed skin.  “And you’re so tight and wet for us, love,” Choso murmured into your ear, leaving a litany of maroon marks and lipstick kisses across your now bare shoulders. He curled his finger deeper into your cunt, and you threw your head back onto his shoulder.  “Gorgeous,” Yuki murmured, taking each breast in her hands, pinching your nipples and sucking one into her soft warm mouth. Your cheeks heated, but the sensation of embarrassment was lost to the sensation of Yuki’s lips and fingers. Choso began shucking your pants down your legs, letting you step out of the fallen garment and immediately snaking his arms back around your waist, trailing your soft sweet slick over your stomach.

 “Do you want to make her cum for me?” Choso asked Yuki, who smiled around you. She released your breast with a pop, breaking away to lay a hot kiss over Choso's mouth, once again kissing him over your shoulder. She walked you through the house, stepping backwards through doors as she led you to their bedroom, a sumptuous feast of red and gold. Your mouth dropped open, unused to the myriad of textures and colours that swarmed you, letting Yuki spin you around and plop you on her scarlet satin sheets.

 Choso came and stood behind her, putting his slick-soaked fingers into her vermillion mouth. She moaned obscenely around his digit, choking out slightly as he fucked his hand into her mouth. You watched on in awe, splayed beneath them, as Choso pulled Yuki’s shirt over her head to expose her reams of smooth tanned skin. You sighed, content to just watch Choso touch his girlfriend, his painted fingers fondling and groping her with a roughness he barely used with you. He grabbed at her breasts, cupping her bra as he shoved his fingers deep down her throat.

 You whined, pressing your legs together at the sight, alerting the pair to your neglected state. “Oh poor thing,” Yuki slipped out of Choso’s arms, “did you miss us?” she kneeled in front of you, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs as she leaned in to kiss you. Choso took off his shirt, revealing the planes painted over his back in red ink, the piercing eyes of a crane staring back at you as his spine rippled. He sat in a chair opposite the bed, unbuckling his pants and settling his hand over the throbbing bulge in his underwear. Yuki stood up, and swung her leg behind you, tugging you so that you were seated on her lap, your thighs hooked over the wide silk legs of her black pants. You looked up, surprised to be manhandled into such a spread position, wide open for Choso’s viewing. “Look at my girls,” he hissed, palming himself through his boxers, gripping his thick length through the fabric. Yuki slithered her rough hands around your waist, her red-painted nails snapping at the elastic of your underwear.

“Do you like this pair of panties in particular?” she asked, and before you could respond, the fabric tore with a sharp sting, her strong fingers ripping the flimsy lace apart to fully expose your puffy pussy to Choso.  “Yuki?” you yelped, already melting into the warm rubbing of her palms over your stinging flesh.  “Ssh, princess, I’ll buy you more,” she pressed the warmth of her palms into the flesh of your inner thighs, spreading your shy legs open so that you were fully exposed to Choso. “Isn’t our doll stunning?” Yuki asked Choso, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at the man seated before you.  “Beautiful, both of you,” Choso crooned, his breath catching as you gasped, Yuki’s fingers finding your clit and circling the nerves, She pressed a single finger into your cunt, your cheeks heating at the sweet squelch that echoed through the room.

 “So wet,” Yuki cooed, splitting your slit with two fingers, curling her fingers deep into your cunt. Your back arched against her, but she held you still, her fingers still filling you with slow pumps. Her other hand cupped your breasts, grabbing and groping, her fingers spidering along your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their soft wake. She kept a slow, steady pace, stretching you out on her fingers, each pass brushing up against the point that had your tummy tightening. Choso shifted, shucking his pants to his ankles and pulling his cock fully out of his boxers. Your jaw dropped, and Yuki noticed, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at Choso’s throbbing length “He’s gonna fill you so good, darlin’” Yuki purred, spreading her fingers in your cunt for emphasis, “Won’t you, love?” Choso nodded, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, his thumb swiping over his cockhead, smearing sticky salty precum down his cock. Yuki slipped a third finger into your silken cunt, spreading you further and pushing you closer to your climax. You groaned, fucking your hips forward onto her perfectly positioned hand, her other hand coming down to rub tight circled over your clit. You immediately seized, curling around Yuki’s tempting touch as you grew close to climax. “Do you want to cum, pretty thing?” Yuki cooed, curling her fingers just right so that your spine shuddered. You looked up at her, tears beginning to prick your salt-lined lashes. Her gold eyes giggled at you, so soft, pliant and wet in her hands. “Please, you panted, “please let me cum, Yuki,” you begged, but she shook her head. ”I’m not the one you should be askin’, princess,” she looked at her partner, “tell Choso how much you wanna cum, and maybe he’ll let you cum on my fingers.”

Choso’s face fell into a sly grin, "you’re cruel, Yuki,” he grunted, “you want her to beg just as much as I want to hear those pretty noises,” he stroked his cock, keeping time with Yuki’s slow and steady plunge into your plush cunt.  Yuki was about to respond, but you cut her off, straining against the iron grip she had you in. “Please, Choso, “ you keened, “please let me cum, please please please,” a single tear broke free from your lash line, trickling until Yuki caught it, liking it off her slick soaked fingers. “Please, Yuki,” you looked up and then at Choso, “Please Choso,” your voice broke a bit, “please let me cum, I wanna cum so badly," more tears fell from your closed eyes, spurred on by the relentless twist and flick of Yuki’s wrist as she fucked you to your high. You were barely holding on, your fists twined in the bedsheets as your knuckles clenched. You could feel your climax coming, just simmering beneath Choso’s heady stare as he jerked himself off in front of you. “Cum, little one,” Choso’s voice rippled through you, your body responding almost automatically, your muscles twitching and straining against Yuki. Red bursts behind your eyes, filling you up and spilling over into fizzing sunbursts that blazed through your body. You shivered and felt a hot, thick warmth cover your cunt, looked down to see that Choso had cum all over your pulsing pussy, his warm white seed sliding between your folds and over Yuki’s hand. She pulled free of you, letting you lie heavily against her shoulder, panting and huffing. She brought up her hand to your mouth, covered in a sticky mixture of your and Choso’s cum. You dropped your jaw, letting her walk her fingers over your tongue and down your throat, choking you slightly and the white liquid spilt down your throat.

 “Good girl,” Yuki cooed, “suck my fingers clean, darlin’,” she hummed, her other hand tracing patterning over your heaving stomach. Choso approached you, shedding his boxers and leaning over your spent body to kiss his woman. You could hear Yuki groan into the kiss, warm and inviting, her hand leaving your mouth to stroke Choso’s half-hard cock between you. A slight whine left Choso’s throat, his hips bucking toward you. He broke away from Yuki with a slurp and easily found your waiting mouth, tasting the potion of your releases on your lapping tongue. He held your jaw as he kissed you, careful and sweet, despite the way his lips dominated yours. Eventually, he broke away and laid back on the bed, gesturing the pair of you to come towards him.  He was hard again, the thick head of his cock slapping against his stomach as Yuki led you to where he lay.

“Do you wanna ride his cock, princess?” she tucked hair behind your ear, “ do you think you can do that for me?” she traced your lips with her fingertips. You nodded, sucking the tips of her fingers as she spoke. Choso lay beneath you as Yuki guided you over him, flinching as she spat on his dick and stroked it through your folds. “You ready, love?” she asked Choso, who nodded almost immediately, “you ready, pretty thing?” she asked you and you nodded, taking Choso’s cock into your hand and slowly easing yourself down on his tip.

You moan at the sensation, at the searing split of your lips over his large cockhead, spreading your folds until they were tight around his length. You got about halfway down when you stopped, both you and Choso breathing heavily. “You feel so good, little one,” Choso breathed, “so fucking tight,” his hands came to settle on your hips, gripping the already bruised flesh and helping you sink down another inch. Yuki began to trace small circles over your clit, causing you to yelp and eventually let Choso bottom out into your warm tight cunt. The pair of you groaned, your head coming down to rest on Choso’s chest. “That’s it, beloved,” he reassured, spidering spirals across your back, “There’s a good girl.” Eventually, eventually, you shakily raised yourself off Choso’s cock, falling back onto it with a hushed whimper of his name. Yuki helped you, lifting your hips up and down, grinding your clit into Choso’s pubic bone. “C’mere,” Choso said, gesturing to Yuki. She leaned down and gave him a kiss before he mumbled into her mouth. "Sit on my face, dove,” he instructed, and Yuki was quick to comply. She shed her pants and underwear in a flash, revealing long legs covered in tattoos. She slung her leg over Choso’s face, looking you right in the eye as she sunk down to his waiting mouth. “Fuck, Yuki, you’re so wet,” Choso cursed, his long red tongue coming up to lap at the sweet slick spilling from between Yuki’s thighs. Yuki grabbed your face with one hand and tugged you into a kiss, pushing you down deeper onto Choso’s cock as she began to ride his face. There, deep in the taste of Choso, Yuki, cherry liquor, and yourself, you lost your control, mindlessly rising and sinking on Choso’s cock, your breath stolen by Yuki’s dominating kiss. Tears pricked your lash line, brought on by the intense way Choso seemed to split you apart. Your whole body buzzed, fizzing with a bright hum of lust and pleasure. The room spun with the sound of squelching and sucking, Choso humming deep into Yuki’s cunt as he lapped at her clit.

You were close already, wound up by the intense stretch of Choso within you, driven dizzy by Yuki’s tongue and hand in your hair. You began to rut your hips onto Choso’s cock, your thighs losing energy but your cunt needy and pulsing. Choso Pulled Yuki from his mouth for a second. “She’s gonna cum,” he warned, “help her, Yuki.” Yuki’s hands found your hips immediately, lifting you and dropping you onto Choso’s cock with alarming speed and strength. You could feel Choso rearrange his feet behind you, putting his soles flat against the mattress to bounce you on his cock. Between the two of them, Choso pistoning into you from below, and Yuki lifting you from above, you bounced on Choso's cock until you saw stars, your eyes scrunching shut and tears spilling from your lashes. You cried as you came, a garbled mixture of Choso and Yuki’s names, your whole body shaking and spilling over their bodies. Choso came with a groan just after your whole body shook and spilt over their bodies. Choso came with a groan just after you, prolonging your orgasm with the sheer flood of thick syrupy cum that filled you. You lay half in Yuki’s arms as she came, breathing out Choso’s name and riding his face like an animal in heat. After that was a blur, Yuki’s golden hands leading you to their bathroom, Choso’s strong ivory arms holding you up in the shower as Yuki washed you. All the time they whispered your praises, cooing and kissing you until you were a boneless puddle of warmth and affection. Choso carried you back to their bed, laying you down in the middle as the pair of them flanked you in the bed. Choso pulled you into his chest, smelling like incense and sandalwood, and Yuki snuggled herself up behind you, her soft washed hair smelling of cherries and sunshine. And you, in between them, bare and vulnerable, covered by Yuki’s splayed hair and Choso’s ringed hands, slipping into a slumber filled with silver, gold and scarlet.

…

“What did Tengen say?” Choso whispered, sitting up in the bed. He pulled softly at a clove cigarette, letting the smoke spiral out in a trickle of languid clouds. Yuki came back into the bedroom, dressed only in Choso’s dress shirt.  “He was fine with it, although a little shocked that I should break my vow,” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, “I thought I told you not to smoke in the room anymore,” she grumbled, but Choso pointed to you. You lay curled up behind him, your arm slung around his waist and your legs tangled with his. “She didn’t want to let me go,” was his explanation, and Yuki smiled.  “That’s good. We don’t want to let her go either.”

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[quinnyundertow]

Eng is not my first language sorry 4 any Mistakes. I NEED TO BOW DOWN, GET ON MY KNEES AND KISS THE FLOOR YOU JUST STEP ON. YOU WROTE ONE IF NOT THE BEST READER INSERTS WHERE READER GOES TO SAVE EVERYBODY.

Not only that, time travel? We get multiple timelines that later get connected? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THIS TIME TO MAKE GETO NOT GO ON A CRISIS TO KILL ALL MONKEYS????

Naoya is a dick and i loved both parts when he was handdled by the reader and then when Gojo and Geto teamed up for revenge.

AND EXCUSME BABY CHOSO? THEN WE GET HIM IN FULL BODY? DID HE DO IT BECAUSE HE FELT THE EXTREME NEED TO PROTECT US? IM CRYING?

The small interaction with Toji got me all blushed OMG i cant wait to see reader and megumi meet!!

OK AND LISTEN, WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVED JUNPEI TOO , OMG IT SHOWED IN THIS FIC. TBH IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW DIFFERENT IT IS FROM THE USUAL "reader gets into the plotline and changes all" NONO I LOVE IT. YUTA GOING BACK TO SAVE US FROM KENJAKU, LISTEN I CANT DRAW TO SAVE MY LIFE BUT I IMAGINED HIM ALONE FACING THE KAMO STATE, THE NIGHT SKY HAS SOME PURPLE TONES ON IT AND THEN HE CALLS OUT RIKA WITH THAT SAME EXPRESSION HE MAKES IN THE MANGA WHEN HE SAYS HE WILL KILL ITADORI

And oooh boy, i dont care who end game is. I love ALL OF THIS. TBH READER IS LIKE A GOD BUT HAS A DRAW BACK THAT MAKES EVERYTHING JUST EVEN MORE LIKEABLE.

OK AND BABY TOGE ? TELLING THE FUCKER TO SHUT UP? I LOVE IT? BABY TOGE WAS SO CUTE AND A SUPRISED AND CUTE ADD!!

OMG I CANT- I JUST CANT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR STORY. I WOULD LOVE TO BASICALLY LEAVE A COMMENT IN EVERY CHAPTER AND SECTION LIKE WATTPAD HAHA BECAUSE IM JUST THAT MUCH IN LOVE RN.

Im not screaming just super ecxited and happy this fic ecxist. Thx a lot 4 it.

😭😭😭😭😭 ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thank you, you are so kind and I am so glad you enjoy the fic so far! I honestly love Naoya as a character/villain and he will be making another appearance very soon 🤫

😭😭 Chocho is already so attached to reader and he just got his body. I can’t wait for reader to go back so she can give him all the love he deserves. Toji and Megumi will be very sooooon.

YOU MADE ME WANT TO SOBBBB WHEN YOU SAID MY LOVE FOR JUNPEI SHOWS. Agjrbelfhebskabrsk he deserves the whole world (they all do 😭) and I’m sooooo so happy you can feel that.

HEHHEHE I love Yuta vs Kamo Estate 😭🥹 One of my fav arcs (can a fanfic have arcs?? Lmao) I listened to “Holding out for a Hero” from Bonnie Tyler like 10000x when writing/thinking of that scene lmao. I adore Yuta if I had to pick my fav JJK character it’s him (I mean I have a fucking tatt of him 😭❤️) So anytime someone mentions they like this scene it makes me giddy.

Endgame is literally everyone 😭 yall think im playing but it’s reverse harem and I have a solution that will make that shit as realistic as possible.

Baby Toge/Adult Toge has my whole heart he’s so funny and endearing and I just wanna squeeze him 🥹

Thank you so much for this message. I adored reading it and it makes me so happy to hear my work made you happy. Especially with the new depressing leaks I think we all need a little positive delulu. (😭 me especially) I APPRECIATE YOU AND THE ENCOURAGEMENT MWAH!💋

[seiwas]

hello sel talk to me about your most recent blorbos 🫡🫵

noos!! omg hello 🥺 you are so sweet to ask this sdfbjsh

my most recent blorbos!! omg tbh i haven't picked up a new anime in so long... and i think i am Chronically Loyal hfbhas i stick to my set of faves for the longest time... BUT i guess the recent ones that aren't really blorbo level but have just made me look at them differently:

osamu — actually liked him first!! but then tumblr happened and sold atsumu to me so i've liked atsumu for the longest time (sadly) but then i read this osamu fic from augustine 😭 then even more... then i read @/sashimiyas osamu stuff too and am now just... in love w him too 😭

yuuta — i never used to understand his appeal sdbfsajd then some of my friends explained to me that there's a devotion to him sbfjs that kinda borders yan hsdfba and how he goes unhinged too sbdfa AND THEN... i see one of my moots talk about him often too AND THEN i saw guilty challenge fanarts of him... so now it's just IMPOSSIBLE to see him the same way 😭

choso — i became a choso fucker very slowly jhsbf and it started with seeing my moots talk so much about him anD THEN i wasn't fully convinced yet after seeing him this season but !! i did find him rlly pretty 🥺 what rlly tipped me over is this series by emmie jsdbfa i WENT SO INSANE when she sent me what she wrote 😭 there's just smth abt him...

wriothesley — being so real rn i don't genshin at all. but i saw a gifset of him and he looked so hot, then started talking to my friends about him and then started seeing fanart and got the backstory asbgjs and then a friend sent me a clip of him too and it made me go bRRR. i also listen to his audio stuff from time to time (idk what u call it... but theyre just stuff on his story ig idk) ANYWAY HE'S SO HOT IDK WHAT TO DO W MYSELF

wbu noos!!!!! who are ur blorbos recently!!

[satocidal]

Why shall I not convert you to this amazing man, dear?🤭

He would treat you soooo good

It would truly be a waiste to not appreciate him

He's so cute, with the way he cares so much about his brothers and how he's willing to sacrifice himself and how he would forgive anything if it's from him siblings

Gosh, the way he was admiring Yuji and how he was oh so softly commenting about how maybe Yuji could call him older brother T-T

And then his anger (at one disgusting malevolent being HOW DARE THIS FUCKER—)

Choso was every person watching jjk wanting to full body slam that fucker

(I love seeing more range from him. I love how much he cares. It made him hot. Istg I haven't even considered this man hot before all this display of emotions. But that made him hot as fuck for me)

~🦊

No beacuse fr? I just- wait man this is unfair lmao

But like his softness is exactly what i like- like so so strong but so fragile?

I’m seeing potential man, a lot of potential

All I need is someone like telling me or demonstrating with hcs that his and my relationship could be like whatever and I’d melt

But Haha not happening💃🤺

[shveris]

incorrect quotes collection, part 1

sukuita twins + big brother choso, modern!au

part 2 part 3

yuuji: whaddya call a fish with no eye?

sukuna, not looking up: myxine circifrons

yuuji:

yuuji: fsh

yuuji: why are you crying?

sukuna: this book is so fucking sad

yuuji:

yuuji: sukuna, this is a cook book

sukuna: i know, the recipes fucking suck

yuuji: we all have demons

yuuji, grabbing sukuna: this one is mine

sukuna: *grins*

yuuji, entering sukuna’s room: gramps’ not home but i have a problem so i thought i’d ask you-

sukuna: kill it.

yuuji:

yuuji: can you relax for like two seconds

jin: what did you guys get in your yearbook?

choso: “nicest personality”

sukuna: “most likely to start a bar fight”

yuuji: “least likely to start a bar fight but most likely to win one”

gramps: you used to be so quiet, now you’re… such a… what do kids say these days? thot?

sukuna:

sukuna: character development

choso: *kicks the door down looking panicked*

yuuji: what happened!?

choso: NOBODY DIED

yuuji: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT!?

sukuna: i disagree

yuuji: you usually do

nobara: you bought buns? nice

sukuna: yeah

choso: from the same truck that hit yuuji?!

sukuna, with a mouthful of bun: well, me starving ain’t gonna help him

megumi: *nods, munches on a bun*

toji: i can’t believe you live nearby and you won’t let anyone crash at your place

sukuna: you people already know too much about me

satoru: i know exactly three facts about you and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place

nobara: in your opinion… what’s the height of stupidity?

sukuna: *turns to yuuji* how tall were you again?

yuuji: we are iDENTICAL TWINS

choso: hey, it’s your turn to wash dishes

sukuna: I’LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD

choso: ‘kay, but before that, wash the dishes. also use soap this time?

choso: did you hear? yuuji almost got run over by a car this morning

sukuna: i know, he was faster than i thought

choso:

sukuna: don’t worry, i’ll get him next time

sukuna: hey cho, i have a question

choso: hm? yeah, what’s up

sukuna: can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

choso:

choso: where’s yuuji

toji: you know what i learned from my friendship with sukuna?

satoru: there's no such thing as too mean?

suguru: never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

shoko: always hold a grudge?

sukuna: i’m not that horrible…

toji:

satoru:

suguru:

shoko:

yuuji: i don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate or malewife our way out of it this time

sukuna: manslaughter it is

yuuji: does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad life?

sukuna: it actually does.

sukuna: hey! wanna hear a joke?

yuuji: sure

sukuna: your life!

yuuji: actually, my life isn’t a joke, jokes have meaning

choso: yuuji, no.

(brothers group chat)

yuuji: guys i have a question

sukuna: kys

yuuji: i love you too

choso: kuna, we walked about this

sukuna: you’re alive

yuuji: no need to sound so disappointed

sukuna: i desire moisture

yuuji: please just say "i want water" like a normal person

(brothers group chat)

sukuna: quacking in my boobs over this

sukuna: QUAKING*

sukuna: BOOTS* FUCKER

sukuna: slash gamemode creative

yuuji: dude, this isn't mine-

sukuna: *starts levitating*

yuuji: question. when they shot bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment… at all?

sukuna: i'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere

sukuna: thanks for not telling choso what happened

yuuji, dumbfounded: i wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this

satoru: *running towards sukuna with open arms*

sukuna: *moves out of the way*

satoru: hey, why'd you move?!

sukuna: i thought you were going to attack me

satoru: i was going to hug you!

sukuna: why would you hug me?

satoru: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

choso: i don’t care what anyone thinks about me

sukuna: ok

choso: wait, why such a muted reaction? did that not sound cool?

yaga: hey, aren’t you sukuna? itadori sukuna?

sukuna: you a cop?

yaga: no

sukuna: then yes, i am

sukuna: we should normalize not loving family members

yuuji: you can just say “i hate my dumb fuck twin” or whatever. talk like a normal person

well, this was fun! i've been holding onto these for a while now and i have so a lot more...

[getosubaru]

𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝑔

ryomen sukuna x gn!reader

best friends to lovers drabble series; based on these prompts

wc: 639

tw/notes: small text only for description; no curses AU; sukuna & yuuji as twins; choso as their brother; violence (not @ reader); reader gets cheated on; everyone’s 21+; as fluffy as you can get for sukuna

prompt: punching the guy that broke your heart

He might scowl when others call him your bodyguard, but there’s an air of truth to it.

So when you burst through his door in tears, his previous guests flee with a look of terror on their faces.

Everyone knows better than to fuck around with you.

Everyone, it seems, except the piece of shit you’ve been dating for a few months.

Sukuna gets the story out of Yuuji, quick texts sent while you bawled into his ratty t-shirt.

The waste of carbon decided to cheat on you with the coworker he swore was just a friend.

You only found out because you stopped by his apartment to grab your gym bag.

Sukuna’s always been careful to keep his temper away from you, never wanting you to see him go off the deep end. You knew about the bar brawls, the street fights, the run-ins with the cops. But you’d never actually seen him strike anyone.

He locks all that away with you. Your calm, gentle presence humanizes him in a way that he had learned to crave. You bandaged his knuckles, paid his bail, and never asked for more than he could give you.

He wants to give you everything.

But never at the risk of damaging you with his own brutality.

Sukuna waits until you’ve exhausted yourself crying into his chest. Yuuji accepts your weight when his twin passes you to him, nodding at the barely contained bloodlust on his face.

“Choso’s got eyes on him,” says Yuuji. “I’ll text you when Sleeping Beauty wakes up.”

Their eldest brother flicks his finished cigarette away when Sukuna approaches, gesturing at the packed bar across the street. “Megumi and Maki are taking bets over who’s going to be the one to hook the fish.”

“What are the odds on Maki?” asks Sukuna, voice bored and at ease. The only sign of his building rage is his fists buried in the pockets of his hoodie.

“Good enough that Megumi will be paying for most of my back piece.” Choso holds out a collapsable baton, only for Sukuna to shake his head. “Tsk. You’re the one who’s going to have to explain your fucked up knuckles.”

True to form, a grinning Maki leads your ex out of the bar by the hand. He’s a dead man walking, but he hasn’t quite figured it out yet.

Sukuna is happy to catch him up to speed in the alley behind the bar.

“If I ever see your face again…” He punctuates the threat with a kick to the man’s kidneys. “If I ever have to even hear your name again…”

He’s idly aware of Megumi and Choso arguing in the background, his twin’s boyfriend more than a little put out about how expensive Choso’s tattoo artist is.

Sukuna draws your ex up by his bloodied collar and shoves him against the wall. The fucker probably won’t remember any of this, but he’s going to make his point.

“Death will be a mercy too good for you. Understand?”

His answer comes in the form of blood and booze vomited on his shoes.

Sukuna showers the night off, wrapping his hands once they’re disinfected. You’ll scold him if he just lets them heal without anything.

Yuuji’s washed your face and swapped out your tear-stained shirt for one of Sukuna’s old band shirts. The neon horror printed on the fabric is comically contrasted with the peace you radiate in his bed.

You roll over when he climbs in next to you, arms reaching out to pull him closer.

Sukuna thinks you’re still sleeping, still lost in a hazy dreamscape as you nuzzle into his chest and trace your fingers over scars you’ve long since memorized.

“Thanks, ‘Kuna,” you mumble.

He might be the one dreaming when you kiss his chapped, split lips.

“You always protect me.”

tagging a few friends ilysm: @73sorcerer @bunnaccino @satorhime @xo2dee @abberant-butler @muertasanta

a/n: i got way too attached to this little AU so i might come back to it. lmk what characters y'all wanna see next and throw me an ask if you wanna get tagged!

[tojisun]

hi sun my love please drop the other thigh fucking fic you wrote !! hope you have a great day/night ♡

hii nonnie, good morning (it’s 1am hdhx)!! here’s the other thigh fucking fic <3 sorry it took too long, i was editing it because it was a leg humping fic (i didn’t get the initial prompt😭) but here you go! i hope you would like this one too <333

cw: NSFT, fem reader, smut, teasing/edging, dom/sub tones, a “blink-and-you’ll-miss-it” sub drop scene (dom helps!), fingering, squirting, daddy kink, frat houses, jealous and possessive toji, hinted on-and-off toji/reader relationship, dirty talking // wc: 3.7k // prev // img cr.

Toji fixes himself a homemade cocktail, pouring too much vodka than necessary. He squeezes the lime and dumps it behind him, not caring if it was flung to a poor bastard or if it flopped messily on the floor, busying himself, instead, with sloshing his red cup to mix the drink together, too lazy to go fetch a spoon or anything.

“Yo, what- where’d this come from?” Suguru’s voice rings behind him and Toji turns, confused, only to hide his laughter by drinking from his cup at seeing the used lime pinched between Suguru’s fingers.

“D’hell?” Choso asks, words slurring, slow-blinking at Suguru who only shrugs before throwing it on the sink beside them. Choso parts his lips, probably still going to talk about the used lime, when Satoru whistles.

It wasn’t the catcall type or the impressed type, rather it was low and almost hiss-like. Toji turns to him—they all do, with varying levels of curiosity and nosiness—and in response, Satoru subtly points to whatever caused his reaction. In tandem, they all look up and follow the pale finger, eyes flitting across the throng of people to find a familiar face. Then, Toji sees you.

You are wearing a black mini-dress, one that, Toji notes, is new because he hasn’t seen you wear this yet when you were with him. The dress’s thin straps and the dip of its neckline create a teasing ‘V’ that shows off your cleavage, shimmering skin adorned with the gold initial necklace that Toji bought for you. You look downright beautiful, a sight so breathtaking that Toji’s lungs burn. But Toji has always known that. His friends have always known that. So what was Satoru so put off by?

It was the bastard dancing with you. His hands are resting just above your hips, sliding up ever so slowly as if feeling the curve of your waist. Your hands are thrown over his shoulders, a loose hold that Toji knows doesn’t mean anything intimate. You are swaying along the music and the fucker tries so hard to gyrate along with you, head not moving as if it was locked in place just so he can continue to look at you. Toji gets him, he really does, after all, anyone in your presence would lose track of anything and focus only on you. But that doesn’t mean that Toji’s blood isn’t boiling as the familiar curl of anger swarms in the pit of his gut, like flames licking up-up-up until his senses are completely devoured.

“Easy there,” Suguru says, voice cutting through the fog in Toji’s head. Toji zones back in and sees the crushed solo cup in his fist, smirnoff dripping on his skin. “They’re just dancing.”

Toji scoffs, shrugging Suguru’s hand off his shoulder to reach over the counter and pluck the half-empty whiskey bottle. He studies it for a moment before downing it, letting the familiar burn wash away the remnants of his jealousy.

Satoru tuts. “This is why you should’ve made up with her before the party!”

“Shut up,” Toji grouches, licking his lips. “She said she’d call me.”

“Well, she didn’t and now you’re angry,” Satoru says before slurping loudly from his martini glass. Toji doesn’t even want to know where he got that one.

“Yeah and now she’s leaving with the fella,” Sukuna adds, popping out of nowhere and sliding beside Toji and Choso. He lifts up his hand, the one that is holding a beer bottle, and points. His words simmer in the air before Toji jolts, finally digesting what Sukuna just said. He turns to where Sukuna gestured, frantic and angry once again. The whiskey bottle clatters on the marble tabletop, he briefly hears Suguru yelp as he snags it before it rolls off and shatters on the floor, but Toji doesn’t give it a second glance as he stalks to where you were just standing with the boy, towering frame easily parting the intertwined bodies of his fellow sweaty college kids.

Toji calls out your name, turning his head in every direction to catch a glimpse of your face, your hair, or even the sparkle of your necklace. The anger in his stomach heightens and Toji begins pushing people away, skirting to the bathroom at the end of the hallway before finally turning to climb the stairs.

“Toji?”

He stills, foot hovering over the first stair step almost cartoonishly as he twists his head and sees you standing on the other side of the railing alone, the boy nowhere near you. In seconds, the bubble of anger pops and Toji’s shoulders sag as he pivots and rounds the stair rails to stand before you.

“Hey,” he says, breathily, stalking until you are backed on the wall, head tilted up to look at him.

“Hi,” you whisper back, and Toji watches the way your throat moves as you swallow, lips parting soon after. Fuck.

Toji moves closer, almost not breathing when he is finally pressed on you. He hooks an arm around your waist, the other cupping your cheek, and he sighs in relief when you don't push him back. Instead, you nuzzle your cheek on his palm, glossy lips swiping over the scars on his hand. He bends his head down slowly, eyes still locked onto your big doe ones, not blinking even when his vision turns distorted and sees everything in blurs and doubles. The press of his lips on yours almost sent statics spasming in his veins, like a curling tide that finally engulfed him whole.

It doesn’t take any second longer before Toji is feverishly kissing you, devouring the soft gasps from your lips and swallowing the long drawl of muffled moan that reverberated from your throat. He pushes you on the wall, trapping you with his bigger body, almost crooning when he feels your trembling arms rising to shakily clutch his shirt. Toji sucks on your tongue, purring at your high keen, before finally slowly pulling away. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it lightly as he rests his forehead on yours, and only lets it go when you whine.

Toji straightens his back and studies you, a broken groan crawling from his throat at the debauched sight you make: drool dripping from the corner of your lips, those of which are throbbing red and shiny from his spit. Tears are clumping your eyelashes together, and while your waterproof eyeliner may not have smudged, your mascara was not as successful as it runs almost halfway down your cheeks.

Toji gulps, shifting slightly so that his hardened cock is not pressed into your stomach. “Wanna take this upstairs?”

“Yeah,” you say, nodding softly, flushed cheeks turning even darker.

Toji breathes in sharply. “Okay.”

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Toji pushes you to the door the moment it shuts close, hungrily swallowing the gasp that leaves your lips at feeling your head lightly hit the wood. Being in a separate room does nothing to dampen the booming music outside or the even louder screaming from the others, but neither you nor Toji notice anyway.

You rake your nails across his back, feeling his shirt crumple at every slide of your hands, before finally placing them on the back of Toji’s head, your fingers running through his hair in the way that you know he has always loved. He moans and you smile, the familiarity of hooking up with Toji coming back to you, spiking the pooling in your stomach and the hunger consuming your veins.

His hands slide from your waist to your ass, squeezing through your dress. You squeal in surprise, pulling away from the kiss and hitting your head again. You groan, glaring at him when he chuckles.

“I missed you,” he whispers, voice raw and husky, and you feel your breath hitch, heart and pussy fluttering at the intensity of Toji’s everything. From his forest eyes to the weight of his words, his palms and his feverish kiss—it is all so familiarly enticing.

“Me too,” you whisper back, eyes fluttering at feeling Toji’s hands wandering from your ass to the back of your thighs, stroking and squeezing, as he looks at you like he is drunk off of you alone.

You gasp when Toji’s hand begins sliding down lower only to pause at the hem of your dress, teasing the skin as he flicks his fingers under the cloth and out. Toji hums. “New dress?”

You nod. “I bought it after we broke up.”

“Ah,” Toji says like he didn’t know. “You look beautiful, darlin’.”

You smile at him shyly. “I know- ah!”

Your eyes shoot open, hands fisting Toji’s shirt tighter when his fingers press themselves flat on the lips of your pussy, softly rubbing circles around the wet spot on your panties.

“T-Toji!” You say, whining whenever his fingers would brush against your stiffening clit.

“Shit, baby,” Toji whispers, hot breath tickling your ears. You didn’t even notice him bow his head on your shoulders, lips trailing wet kisses on your neck. “It’s been so long.” His fingers slide past the cloth and rub directly on your wet pussy. You keen, squirming at the heightening pleasure.

“Wanna fuck you,” Toji growls, “Wanna fuck you so hard until your pussy remembers—retains—the shape of my cock.”

Mmh, mmh, mmh is all that leaves your lips, and Toji’s words are not helping the sway of your mind. But Toji acts like he cannot see you losing yourself, his fingers pressing over your pussy but never breaching to thrust in you completely. You whine in annoyance but Toji just continues on.

“Just gon’ fuck you on this door, let everyone hear you moan my name like a bitch. You’d like that won’t you? Want them to hear you scream my name, letting them know that we’re never truly apart—that we’re for each other. You want that, don’t you?”

Fuck, yes, you thought, blinking blearily, your chest heaving as the pleasure continues to rise but never exploding. Never reaching its climax. Toji’s words ring in your head and you moan, wanton and loud, nodding wildly.

“Yeah, you’d want that, don’t you? You’re a slut, for me, aren’t you? Y’loved getting fucked by daddy. Y’loved getting fucked stupid by daddy. That’s alright, doll, I’m here now and I’m gonna fuck you good.”

“Christ, Toji, just fuck me already!” You scream, tears running down your cheeks as frustration bubbles over the pleasure. Toji’s fingers are good, fuck they always are, but they are not enough and you can’t handle being edged right now. Not when it’s been weeks since you two fucked. Not when you missed this goddamn hulking idiot. A sob breaks itself from your throat.

“Wait- no, don’t cry,” Toji says, pulling his hands from underneath your dress and curling them around in you in an embrace. “I’ve got you, darlin’.”

You sniff, burrowing your head on his chest. Your makeup is probably getting wiped right now, but you don't even care as you come down from the frustration. Toji is rubbing his palm on your back soothingly and a wet giggle bursts from your lips. “Thank you,” you utter.

“Of course,” Toji answers. “You just wanna lay down?”

“What, no!” You say, pulling your head from his chest to glare up at him. Toji’s surprised face greets you before his eyes go hooded and his beautiful scarred lips stretch into a smirk.

“Well, isn’t someone desperate,” he chirps.

“You edged me,” you deadpan.

Toji laughs before cupping your wet cheeks, smooshing your face in a certainly ugly crumple. “Cute,” he says.

“Wh’ d’ fu,” you reply.

He laughs again before letting you go and leading you to his bed, warm hand gently clasped on yours.

You’ve been in his frat room for many times now, but it still baffles you to see how empty it is. The walls are bare of anything but the old posters of the frat’s name—Kappa Tau Rho—and they’re still painted the old kensington blue, following Satoru’s then-solo rule, instead of the new benjamin moore colours, which the rest of the frat house is currently painted on, that indicates the dual-ruling of Satoru and Suguru. There is a scattering of papers from his lectures and an empty pack of beer on the floor, but other than that, his room is clean and put-together.

You settle on his bed, toeing your heels off and removing your hair clips, before flopping on his bed. You turn to watch Toji fumbling about his room, looking for something in his drawers and study table. He then pads into the bathroom where more shuffling is heard before finally walking out with a bottle.

“Can’t find my lube but I have this,” Toji says, then he shows you a small bottle of your gingerbread hand cream from Christmas.

“No.”

“But-”

“Toji, scented lotions aren’t safe for the pussy.”

“Oh shit,” he utters, sounding genuinely horrified. “‘M sorry.” Toji throws it behind him before collapsing beside you, using your stomach as a pillow. You thread your fingers through his hair and he hums from where his mouth rests on your dress.

“I really wanna fuck you,” Toji mumbles, voice muffled by your belly.

You hum. “How about spit?”

He shakes his head. “‘M too big, and I might tear you.”

You flush, not even calling Toji out with his humble brag because he’s right. His cock is big, heavy and long. He’s even a grower so that’s saying something.

A shiver travels through your body when Toji’s hand slides underneath your dress again, toying with the laces of your panties. He is stroking the expanse of your skin, feeling them up to the point that the meat of your thighs are dimpling at each caress. You watch as he turns to the stretch of your legs, watching with such ferocity that it makes you tremble with anticipation. You know something’s cooking in that beautiful mind of Toji and so you wait, tampering down the excitement so Toji doesn’t notice your crashing desire.

(He does, anyway.)

“I can fuck your thighs?” Toji finally asks, still not looking away from your legs. Your breath stutters, then a long whine rolls from your tongue.

You catch his eyes widened before they are obstructed by your hands, hiding your blushing face from him in embarrassment. But Toji just pulls your arms away, coaxing you to look at him, and when you do—oh, you think because he looks just as desperate.

Almost panting from holding himself back, Toji begs, “Please, baby, please, lemme fuck your thighs.” His eyes are wide, pupils blown open, and there is something so beautiful at seeing Toji begging for you like this.

Of course you say yes.

Almost like a switch is flipped, Toji yanks himself from where he laid on you to pick up the cream that he deposited on his floor. He throws it your way and you shift so that it doesn’t hit your face. Toji utters a quick apology as he shucks his shirt, pants and briefs off, standing in all his regal naked, all tan skin beauty.

Your mouth waters, legs squeezing close when your pussy flutters. Toji stalks towards you again, deliberately slow and sashaying. You gasp when he pulls your legs, dragging you across his sheets to him. A question is at the tip of your tongue but you stay frozen, simmering in desire, when Toji parts your legs open and settles himself between them.

He is quiet when he slides your dress up, hiking it slowly from your thighs to your groin where Toji groans at seeing your soaked red lacy panties—the ones that you got from him as a gift. He pulls the dress higher, gentle with the fabric and you smile fondly at this simple action. You help him throw it from your arms until you are bare of it, leaving you only in your matching lingerie.

“Beautiful,” Toji mumbles, voice too quiet, almost like he is only talking to himself. “Look at you, so beautiful for me.” You hum, smiling when he finally meets your eyes. His hands are gentle as they pull you close, kissing you from your forehead to your neck, lips ghosting over your collarbones until they meet the red straps of your bra.

“Can I?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you whisper, voice all of a sudden weak. Toji presses another kiss on your shoulder before fiddling with the closure of your bra, his head still tucked on your neck. The hooks pop off with a snap—“I think I broke them-”. “What the hell?”—and then your bra is sailing behind Toji, falling beside his own discarded clothes.

Your panties do not get the same treatment; like he’s finally lost the last remnants of his patience, Toji rips them from your groin and chucks them to the floor.

“Toji!”

“I’ll buy you ‘nother one,” he promises as he pushes you to your side before moving to lay behind you.

Toji hooks a hand on your leg and throws it over his, the cool air more intense on the wet patch on your pussy. You whimper, almost embarrassed at feeling so exposed with the arrangement. The clattering of the lotion cap echoes in the room and you stiffen, excitement coiling in your gut. Maybe because you can’t see Toji but it almost feels like your senses are amplified, ears almost ringing at the sound of Toji’s hands warming up the cool lotion, palms sliding wetly against each other.

You jump when he begins lathering your inner thighs, an aborted, “Shit-” scratches your throat that melts away at Toji’s dexterous hands.

You laugh. “Fuck babe, if you do that any longer, I’d just want you to massage me.”

He grumbles. “Massage later, thigh fucking now.”

You laugh again, almost chirpy, but it all dissolves into a high pitched moan when Toji’s cock slides between your thighs, rubbing against the lips of your pussy. He begins slow, thrusting his hips gently, making sure that his cock ruts against your hardened clit, before gradually increasing speed but, fuck, it’s not enough.

“So tight like this,” Toji grunts in your ears, his grip on your waist tightening. “You feel good everywhere, jesus, fuck.”

Mhmm, you moan, fingers coming up to pinch your nipples, hoping to feel more stimulation. Toji’s cock is thick in between your thighs, long in the way it hits your clit so well even from the back, but there’s something missing and you don’t know what. Tears are pooling at the corner of your eyes, your breath turning ragged as you try grappling for more pleasure.

It’s almost torturous: the pain of feeling good but not enough to send you careening into a frenzy. To be used like this, to be rendered like your pleasure is second to Toji—that is good. But it is unintentional right now, and it is driving you mad.

“Toji, more! Wan’ more, please!”

You don’t even know what it is you are begging for, hoping, in your muddled mind, that Toji knows what you want. What you need.

And he does.

“Fuuuuck-!!” You scream as your head falls back into Toji’s shoulder, body arching in intense pleasure at the feeling of Toji’s fingers sinking in your pussy, driving them in and out so quickly, creating wet noises that ring loudly between you two. Something like a blinding white descended on all of your senses, leaving you twitching and screaming and—

“Shit, baby, look at you squirting on my fingers!” Toji says, crooning and almost manic, hips humping faster into your thighs. His fingers don’t stop pumping in you, thrusting and scissoring, twisting and curving and digging them along the walls of your pussy..

You scream; ah, ah, ah’s filling up the room as Toji fucks you with his fingers, followed by the slide of his thick and long cock curving up against your dripping pussy. It feels so good. Everything feels so good.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Toji mumbles in your ears. “You’re perfect, such a doll to feel so good with just daddy’s fingers.”

“Daddy—ah!—Toji! It’s so good. So good!”

Toji laughs, half fond and half hysteric. “You’re so wet for me. Fuck, maybe I can even slip my cock in your cunt like this. Just with your pussy juices. You’d love that, don’t you? Wanna feel my cock in your naughty cunt?”

You keen, thighs and pussy squeezing, as you nod. The image spills in your head: Toji driving his raw cock in your messy pussy, using only your juices as lube, his heavy balls slapping on the meat of your thighs and ass, big hands gripping so hard on your waist that they’d leave bruises. So good.

“‘M gon’ cum,” Toji murmurs, voice breaking into a moans as be fucks into your thighs faster, fingers mirroring the pace of his hips. “‘M gon’ stain these pretty thighs with my cum. Gon’ cum on your pretty cunt, paint it prettily because my slut deserves that. Daddy’s girl deserves her cunt cummed on.”

You nod, scratching the sheets as the pleasure rises and rises and, “Gonna cum! Daddy, ‘m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, baby. Go on.”

You jolt, body tensing as you cum, mouth opened for a silent scream, your eyes blanking at the intensity of your climax. You feel the spray of squirt wet your inner thighs even more, turning the glide of Toji’s cock sloppier and messier. Your legs unconsciously squeeze and Toji curses before spilling on your pussy, just as he promised, thick ropes of white shooting and staining even his sheets and your thighs.

You are still trembling, eyes unsteady and ears ringing, deaf to everything but the crashing pleasure that is still wracking your body. Toji slowly slides his length from between your thighs and you moan in discomfort upon feeling it graze your pussy.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Toji whispers, voice far away even when he is beside you. You make a noise from your throat, a mixture of question and acknowledgement, and Toji kisses your forehead in response.

“You are so good to me,” he says. “You did so good. Let me take care of you, now. I love you and let me take care of you.”

You garble a hum. Toji understands.

You sleep to the feeling of his gentle kisses and being surrounded by his warm embrace.

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[sadboysimps]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 | 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶 - 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼 - 𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬 | (𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊)

Okay so I'm fkn scared to publish anything because I have no skin and will probs breakdown from small mean comment :)

So yeah I've been simping to these three and instead of being a big boy and opening my x mas presents, I'm avoiding it and wrote these. Obvi these are my thoughts and how I see the characters etc. sorry if there is any miss info or such :(

Genre- Fluff, kind of smut

WARNINGS ! : mentioned probable drug use; weed - mention of depression - sexual acts - bondage/shibari - mention of fem receiving oral - hickies/bite marks - mentioned rough sex

All characters and reader are 18 or older!

Written w/ afab body in mind ig. You could read this as gn!reader if you ignore one mention of boobs and being eaten out. I do want to aim for gender neutral, but with set anatomy its easier to go in depth. Also, as a guy ftm eheh I do want to aim to write male!reader too. If I write that it is.

Minors pretty fkn please Do Not Interact with posts or blog ok? :D

𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑶

Choso is tired depressed 150+ years old man in young body who probs has worst case insomnia.

Probably smokes weed tbh.

Is not that talk active because he has no energy.

Loves to hear you talk, smiles lazily while you tell him about your day or interests.

Cuddles. I mean the whole man screams 'sit on my lap or lay on me plz'.

Look look, 80% of the time you are either riding him or he is slowly fucking you while laying on bed (you on top, spooning or cuddling).

I mean, tired™. if he has some energy burst, he will dick you down (if you up to. You probably are because its rare).

a f t e r  c a r e  k i n g !

Not too much into dirty talk or degrading on main, but if you ask, he will go Sukuna on you.

Tit man, his fave place to rest his head face and listen to your heartbeat and breathing while 'napping'.

Will gladly put his head on your ass too.

Fastfood 💯💯💯

Goofy, albeit in super tired way so...

I mean I can't empathize enough how sleepy ass fucker this man is. he literally looks like he hasn't slept in 150+ years 👀

Love him tho

𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼

Suguru is that bf who just shouts elegant to all your friends. The calm, collected personality and long hair... Ah...

If you aren't from Asia or have Asian culture in your life/around your friends, they will question how casually and often Suguru wore his Buddhist priest clothing.

He has gotten used to it and finds it comfy, no further explanation needed.

Although for date nights he will dress up hot affff... Obviously.

Everyone somehow waits for his voice to be low af (me included) and is shocked when they hear him speak for first time (and maybe after that too) (me included).

I mean he can def do some nice low growly whispers in to your ear...

Got a feeling he would smoke weed sometimes.

He knows what that body does and loves to work out without a shirt in front of you. Ahaha pants hanging lowww...

When dressing up in bit more casual wear he will put shirt on last, because he loves to teasingly sway those hips and flex his abdomen in front of you with jeans on.

His torso is screaming for shibari, he isn't. (Ugh thanks fanart with him tied up 🥵)

Eventually will let you tie him up for fun, not for sake of restraining, but because he actually was curious how he would look like with red rope wrapped around his bod.

Won't shut up about how he is still in control, and you better not try any tricks with his hands bound behind his back.

Loves how it looks, wants to see you both in matching shibari. Wants to call Gojo to do the honors and tie you both up but neither of you trust his damn ass with it 😂

Arm around waist when in public.

Softly grabbing the side of your jaw to pull you in for quick peck.

Such a fucking sweet man it's unbelievable.

Tho he does voice his gruesome thoughts to you randomly in public.

Freak in the sheets don't act surprised.

Nicknames like love, darling, sweetie, honey all the time.

𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬

Toge. I... He is so fucking cute and somehow the fact that he barely speaks makes him cuter.

When around your friends or family etc. he doesn't really say anything, not even onigiri :( Because it would propbs be weird for people who you can't explain cursed speech to...

So you often act as his voice, either he uses sign language to tell you something or writes on his phone and shows.

Somehow it comes off as if you're the more 'dominant' and 'stronger' one in the relationship, taking care of Toge and helping him.

Oh boy are people wrong jfkfkfkf...

The fact that he can't express himself through speech makes his actions more preeminent.

While he loves to rest his head on your lap and be the little spoon sometimes, he mostly takes that manly role very seriously (Absolutely NOT in toxic way!!!!)

Being a gentleman and the best caring boyfriend. Always opening doors for you, cooking for you and holding you.

He is basically your 'Couple/BF goals' Pinterest board.

Kinda obvious, but big sucker for kisses. Always, Anytime, Anywhere.

Will make your favorite food for you and master it.

If any of your friends saw how this innocent soft sweet boy (man) pounded you in the bedroom they would be shook.

Pins you down and covers your body in hickies. In places where you're ok with them. He won't force you to walk around with bitten neck if you're not comfortable with that.

Is he using cursed energy to slam those hips on you or is it just love? Who knows?

Toge has nice rough broken moans 💯👌.

Eating you out? More likely than you think. (And you probably think it's very likely).

Rose petal heart on kitchen counter with takeout after you both had long day.

Bathtub with rose petals spelling 'I Love You'. Toge spends too much time and precision to get them stay on their place and will be frustrated when they have slightly scattered when you get there.

You'll just chuckle and tell him you get the message very clearly and give him a kiss.

Loooong kiss, oh right the warm bath.

He sits behind you and massages you.

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I haven't written anything in over a year (I used to write a lot), but yeah while avoiding things this inspiration hit me. I'm quite new to anime fandom and anime. The changes of this blogs lifespan being max 2 months are very high.