#want to pop his cherry he is sooo

[prettyboykatsuki]

you know who else is soooooooooo cute and respectful and thoughtful..... ojiro <3 i want to caress his tail

i want ojiro carnally ill admit that openly on any day

[fushitoru]

back to the kittty, cause she's kinda pretty!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) bf!sukuna x reader x toji, masseuse!nanami x reader, bully!suguru x reader, childhood best friend!choso x reader, best friend!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn tropes! (part 2) inspired by this awesome post by the cool and super talented @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), sub!satoru supermacy, porn no plot, vaginal sex, doggy, fem reader, "sloppy seconds," pre-established consent for all, reader accidently eats an aphrosidiac for choso's, bullying in suguru's, oral (m and frecieving), fingering, semi-public humiliation, lowk pathetic toji, art by 3aem, nOT EDITED

a/n choso's is my favorite yet again i love a pathetic man that rails me into next tuesday <3

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KAMO CHOSO ⸺ MY HOT CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND ATE SOME WEIRD CHOCOLATE AND WANTS ME TO DICK HER DOWN!

Your best friend, Choso, was lounging on his couch, flipping through different movie options on Netflix while you were in the kitchen, bending and squinting through the different options. It’s a Friday night, and the both of you opted to stay in for movie night.

“Choso!” You complained, huffing while putting your hands on your hips to shout at him in the living room. “Why do you only have fuckin protein shakes and raw chicken in your fridge?”

All you get is a noncommittal shrug while he pauses on the preview for some shonen anime. “There should be some chocolate.”

Gasping in excitement, you go back to rummaging through his fridge like a raccoon and there you find it—-a pink chocolate box titled “tabs.” Smiling to yourself in excitement, you don’t hesitate before popping on of the bars in your mouth, appreciating the cherry flavor while grabbing another one. With your mouth full, you ask, “Do you want one? These are sooo good, where'd you buy them?”

“Nah, I’m good. Just come over here, you’ve been taking too long.” He sends you a glare and motions for you to sit next to him, to which you set the chocolate back in the fridge and pad your way over to him. “I think Sukuna bought these off the internet and that they were kinda bougie.”

You look at him, slightly alarmed. “Isn’t he going to kill you?”

He looks over at you—a little softly, you note—and ruffles your hair, to your dismay. “It’s okay, I’ll buy it again for him. Gonna blame your big back ass for it being gone.”

“Die.” You stick your tongue out, crossing your arms while settling into his side. 

Choso noted that you were being a bit more cuddly than usual, touching him more as soon as you got onto the couch. He decides to ignore it. “Ok, we’re going with Spider-man, k?”

You nodded into his side—he could tell you were flushed by the way you had continued to grow warmer and warmer, with beads of sweat dotting your temple. He paid it no mind, choosing instead to click on the movie and watch it play.

You were heating up. 

You tried to ignore it, because you hadn’t felt feverish before or done anything in particular to cause you to be sick (your coffee and ramen diet had been fixed after midterms season after Choso got on your ass about it). But about 25 minutes into the movie, you couldn’t bear it anymore, your vision blurring at the edges as you mumbled, “��ts too hot. Gonna take off my shirt.”

Choso, who had been focused on the movie, tensed and looked at you, eyes slightly widened. “Wh—” Before he could even get a word out, you stood up—eyes slightly unfocused—arching your back while grabbing the bottom hem of your t-shirt and peeling it off, causing Choso to gulp as you uncovered the swell of your breasts in your red lace bra. You went back to borrowing yourself on his side, the softness of your boobs pressing against his arm. 

Choso closed his eyes because there was nooo way he was popping a boner for his best friend. No way. As both of your eyes went back to the movie, Choso focused on reciting the Japanese National Anthem to distract himself from the soft breaths you were letting out near his ears—and the way they tickled them—as well as the rise and press of your chest against his arms as you heaved. 

You, on the other hand, did not feel relieved. At all. There was a stickiness in between your thighs that made you think your period had started, but it had ended a week ago. You were probably just ovulating. Cuddling into Choso further, you put your legs on either side of his torso, burying your face into his neck and taking a deep sniff. At this point, you ignore the movie as you tried the soothe the heat that was going through you.

“What are you doing?” Choso was ram–rod straight and turned to peer down at you incredulously while reciting in his brain, until the tiny pebbles, grow into massive boulders. 

You continued your whiffing—-he just smelled sooo good—and sobbed, “I don’t know, but it hurts.” At this point, the feeling between your thighs was unbearable. You started to subtly grind on the side of his torso, much to Choso’s surprise. “‘M sick, Cho, but I’ve been eating healthy! I promise!” you whined. “Except for the chocolate right now. It hurts!”

At that moment, he knew he fucked up.

These were the tabs chocolates Sukuna was buying for his girlfriend. The ones viral on social media for serving as aphrodisiacs.

“Fuck,” he groaned while you continued to rub yourself onto him, now fully moaning and sighing as you tried to chase relief.  “Fuck! I fucked up.”

“Choso,” you whined loudly, prompting him to leave his state of anguish to look at you worriedly. “I feel so empty.”

Choso snapped.

Bent over, face buried in a pillow on the couch, Choso rams into your creamy, wet pussy, the squelching sounds echoing across the empty apartment. Punctuating his words with a thrust, “is-” plap! “what-” plap! “you-” plap! “wanted?”

“Yes!” you squeal, body bouncing as his rough snaps of his hips jostled you around, “You’re making me feel so good, Cho!”

“Do you know how much of a tease you’ve been?” he growled, balls hitting your ass as he pulled a hand back to spank you, red handprint imprinting itself on your cheeks. He groans at the sight of him leaving his mark on you. “Gonna take my cum, right?”

FUSHIGURO TOJI AND SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ I GET MY BEST FRIEND’S SLOPPY SECONDS! (a/n lol im not gonna lie this is just me ovulating and wanting to be creampied by two men)

Whenever Toji was at Sukuna’s place, it was like you, his girlfriend, pretended he wasn’t there. Because why were you always dressed in the tiniest of shorts and a tank top that could barely even hold your tits in and keep them covered? Sometimes, Toji thought it was Sukuna’s play—dangling you in front of him like a piece of meat, reminding him what he couldn’t have. 

Sukuna and Toji did have a bit of a…competitive friendship—one of good nature, of course. Toji, nonchalant as he is, didn’t really care whether he lost or not in the little skirmishes they had, whether it be seeing who can lift the most at the gym or walk somewhere faster. But he’s definitely seen Sukuna eye his groin in a mental competition to see if he was bigger or not.

Safe to say, Sukuna relished in the win. In a sense, he was obsessed with the submission. Not that Toji could care. He didn’t care when he flaunted his girlfriend around, groping you in front of him just to make him feel jealous…right?

Because why was his dick hard, him all hot and bothered as he listens to your moans and the plap! plap! plap! and squelches of Sukuna’s dick drilling in you? You’re both in the room, and Toji’s in the living room, confused as to why the fuck Sukuna asked him to come over when you clearly had a dick appointment with him. 

“Mmm, Sukuna you’re making me feel so good!” You whine, and Toji curses, closing his eyes and cursing whatever god was out there to make him subject to such torture. In his gray sweatpants, his bulge is undeniable as he hears Sukuna pleasure you. 

Then, he hears Sukuna call out to him, jumping as the other man yells, “Yo, Toji. I know you’re out there, man. Come in!” He then laughs meanly, speeding up to silence whatever protests you were making. Toji curses once again and moves to open the door just for his eyes to widen at what he’s seeing.

There is an obscene amount of cum oozing from your hole, it looked battered and swollen from the abuse Sukuna has dealt to it. There are tears in your eyes, a pretty pout on your face as Sukuna continues to use you as your fucktoy. And Toji realizes that Sukuna is looking at him while his hips languidly gyrate into you.

 “‘kuna–” you sob, embarrassed and cheeks heating up even further as you felt Toji’s eyes rove over your form, utterly decimated by Sukuna.

But you’re interrupted out of any potential protests you can make as Sukuna smacks your ass—Toji’s eyes not missing the jiggle—as he abruptly pulls out and motions Toji to come closer. “I’m gonna let him borrow you, okay baby? You see, Toji’s kind of pathetic here. Might as well give him sloppy seconds, right?”

With that, Toji is moaning as he slowly enters you, your pussy sweetly clamping on his dick as he can literally feel Sukuna’s cum every time he thrusts. The utterly debauched feeling of his still-hot come lubricating his every thrust makes his eyes roll back, lost in the feeling of your pussy as you whimper and squeal everytime he hits your g-spot.

“Yo,” and Toji’s attention is temporarily swayed to Sukuna, who’s watching the both of you with darkened eyes, manspread in a chair. “Come inside, okay? It’s my treat.”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ DIRTY MASSEUSE GIVES HOT BABE A DEEP TISSUE MASSAGE! (WITH A HAPPY ENDING)

Working in corporate was hell.

Sitting in a chair all day slaving away at spreadsheets and emails was definitely not something your younger self imagined you doing, but alas, you were only but a slave to capitalism. Even your hip flexors could feel it—they were tight, and your upper back hurt a lot.

So, here you were, in the waiting room of this bougie massage salon that you decided to treat yourself to. After all, you’ve been a good girl with your savings, making sure not to spend loads on stress-virtual-shopping so you can blow lots of bucks into this 2 hour service. The lobby is neat and glamorous, as you wait while rubbing your back. You’re currently engrossed in watching a compilation of Moo Deng videos until a deep cough interrupts you. “Miss?”

You turn to face the rich, baritone voice that’s said your name, and then suddenly reeling back. In front of you was probably one of the most handsomest men you’ve ever seen, with blond hair and sharp cut facial lines. He’s rubbing his palms together, which seem laden with oil as he looks at you plaintively. “Shall we take it to the massage room?”

“Y–yes. We can do that,” you nervously affirmed, gathering your purse and belongings to tightly follow behind him. 

When you arrive at the room, the stoic man motions for you to get changed. “Please put on a towel. We’re going to be doing a deep tissue massage, so the towel will serve as a protective measure.”

You blush at the thought of this man seeing your body covered in nothing but a towel, but follow his directions regardless, putting your belongings in a corner while you step out of the changing room and into the massage room once again. You try to preserve your modesty as best you can as you go to lie down on the table. The only things you hear from him are the clinks of bottles as he rummages through different oils, uncovering them. The smell hits you dead on, soothing your senses already with the essential oils. 

And then, his rough, big hands are on your back, pressing into your shoulder blades. You jump, like a scared deer, and he lets out a deep chuckle. “My bad. I’ll be doing your back side first.”

“Okay,” you whisper in response, already closing your eyes in bliss with the way he’s roving his thumbs over the planes of your back, pressing in deep as he works out the kinks in your back.

In one particular spot in your lower back and hips—the one that’s been hurting like a bitch because of your endless time sitting in a chair—he presses his thumbs with the exact right pressure, and you moan.

You can’t help it—the chronic back pain has always been there, but he makes it disappear with a languid movement of his fingers over your back. But he pauses slightly as soon as the whimper comes out of your mouth. “Miss, are you alright?” Flushing, you are quick to affirm. “Yes, sorry.” With a lower voice, you say, “That was, um, that was just really relieving.”

He laughs melodically and continues his ministrations, going even lower, but pausing right before putting his hands on your ass. “May I pull the towel up? Direct contact will be helpful in this region for a deep tissue massage.”

“Y-yeah,” you say softly. “You can do that, you’re the professional.” He’s just doing this for massage reasons, right? With your consent, he slowly inches up your towel to uncover your bare ass to him, you clenching your thighs with the fact that he can see everything.

He then puts his hands on the fat of your ass, moving his hands in a circular motion that spreads your ass every time he moves in an outward rotation. Kento’s trying really hard to stay professional, but seeing your glistening wetness makes him groan inwardly. “Miss,” you perk up slightly as he refers to you, “I’ll continue with the deep tissue massage as requested, okay? There’s a spot that I believe really needs my attention.”

Innocently, you nod, and Kento can’t help but feel so aroused that you’re so naively believing him, letting him touch you as if it’s an appropriate part of his job. His hands inch closer and closer, and soon enough he’s fingering you while languidly licking you up.

“Does this feel good, miss?” Kento is out of breath as he nudges his nose deeper into your pussy while you’re squealing at the feeling of his fingers slamming into your g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he goes in, sucking at your clit just perfectly.

“It’s rude not to answer someone,” your masseuse gives you a slap, and quickly soothes it over. 

“‘M sorry!” you squeal, bucking your hips as soon as you feel like you’re getting closer, “It feels soo good.” With that, he pauses his ministration to give you a gentle kiss on your pussy, and the plush of his lips is enough to set you squirting, riding his face as you drench him in your juices. Safe to say, you were feeling very de-stressed.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ BEST FRIEND CATCHES HIM MASTURBATING, JOINS IN ON THE FUN!

Satoru groans, squeezing his ball at the base to avoid cumming prematurely. What he was originally doing was trying to find some porn to empty his balls to, releasing stress and gaining dopamine from masturbating. But eventually—like he’s been doing a lot these days—his fingers direct him to your Instagram profile. You, his best friend.

 Satoru does this in secret, waiting until he’s alone in his and Suguru’s apartment to go into his room, close the door, and sin by thinking of you in a way friends don’t of each other. So, he’s trying not to bust too early while he zooms in on your tits in the cute bikini picture you posted just last week, the ones he took of you. The pixels of your magnificent breasts zoom in, sweat and water glistening off of them as your bra hugs and makes them sit just right. He groans, throwing his head back as he feels his cockhead pulse again, deciding to end his edging to cum. 

In his focus on stroking his dick—the squelching and whines echoing in his room—he doesn’t notice the sound of the door opening. Nor of the footsteps heading towards his door, because he moves his hand up and down, up and down, up and down until he’s so close to cumm—-

“Satoru! I got us some mochi!” You yell loudly, and Satoru screams in return, albeit for a different reason. As your head whips up to look at him, alarmed at his shout, you register that his cock and balls are out. And that, in his left hand, is a photo of you. 

You blink, and Satoru blinks back, except with a red, throbbing length in his hand. Then, slowly, you ask, “Why is my picture open, Satoru?”

Satoru swallows, already hearing funeral bells and utters out, “I—I—that was a mistake. I meant to be on Pornhub. Haha! I mean,” he continues on rambling, “why would I be looking at your picture? Obviously, my hand slipped while I was jerking off I mean—” he cuts himself off, because in his yapping, he’s failed to notice how you’ve stalked over to his bed, now straddling him while spitting on his cock.

“Fuck,” he curses, as his pupils dilate watching the thicky, frothy mix of your spit ooze down from your pursed lips onto his dick. “W–what are you—” You motion for him to stand up, orienting yourself so that your throat was hanging off the bed and you were on your back on his mattress. 

“Since you’re so desperate,” you give him a deadly sweet smile as he stands, dick above your face. You give his tip a little kiss, and he shivers. “You can fuck my throat.”

Satoru definitely takes you up on that offer.

He can’t even believe that he’s here, you deepthroating his dick so nice. “Thank you, thank you,” he whines, gyrating his hips sloppily into the tight, wet heat of your mouth as your lips suckle on him. “Needed this so, so much.” You’ve even uncovered your tits, them bouncing nicely as Satoru continuously lodges himself in your throat. “Please, please let me cum.”

You gently push against his hips, indicating you want him out of your mouth. Raspily, you wipe the trail of spit that’s left your mouth and laugh meanly and give him a deceptively sweet kiss on his balls. “You have to last at least 10 more minutes, okay?”

And Satoru can do nothing but obey you, driving himself to the hinge of climax but never over, whimpering as your mouth swallows him up. 

GETO SUGURU ⸺ BIG DICKED BULLY FUCKS CUTE ANIME GIRL INTO SUBMISSION!

Your safe haven is your library. There, the man who’s been torturing you for most of your college career, Suguru Geto, doesn’t know where you hide, nor does he frequent the place. You’re focused in on your assignments right now, having fallen behind due to Suguru’s antics of bothering you and disturbing your peace to humiliate you across campus. It’s late at night, and there’s not a lot of people to disturb you. You thought.

You’re wrenched out of your state of focus as someone harshly pulls your chair back, grabbing your chin to meet your eyes with his. Your bully, Suguru.

 You gasp in surprise as he roves his eyes over you and what you’re wearing. A short skirt, one he dare wouldn’t admit made you look cute, and a sweater. Silently, he sits down while you tremble, looking at him with shaky eyes that makes his cock swell in his pants.

He smirks. “You thought you could hide from me?” He then ticks his head towards your textbook. “Whatcha reading? Recite it to me.” 

Even though you were confused as to why he would have you do that, you hurried to do as he said. Meanwhile, his siren eyes roved over your form, choosing to settle in between your thighs.

“Schroedinger’s theory had proved classical physicists wro—-“ You’re interrupted by your own gasp, because Suguru’s laid a hand that’s gently caressing your inner thigh.

“Go on,” he purrs, getting closer and closer to the heat of your pussy.

You swallow and go on. “…had proved classical physicists wrong, showing that unexplained phenomena in spectroscopy and atoms demonstrated discrete—-“

Meanwhile, he’s inched his hand inside of your panties, softly rubbing at your clit in a manner unbecoming of the mean Suguru you know. Before you know it, your orgasm was creeping up on you, and your legs were trembling while Suguru buried his face in your neck, giving you soft kisses. 

“Cmon, you slut,” he whispered, the softness of his voice contrasting with the harshness of his words, “are you too stupid to read?”

You whimper as he delves a finger into your hole, collecting the ooze there and going back to your clit. “…atoms demonstrated discrete properties, referred to as quanta—-“ It’s with a nasty lick to the shell or your ear that you’re cumming, squealing loudly as you cream on his fingers, humiliated at the show you were forced to put on in the library.

Suguru pulls his fingers out and sucks on them languidly, looking you in the eye. “Now slut, you’re going to do that seated on my dick. Got it?”

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a/n hiii pookies this was late sorry </3 but ANYWAYS im excited to write (and ride) cowboy geto and spiderman!gojo next! consider joining my kinktober taglist if you're interested <3 part 1 of this here btw

comment and reblog to let me know ur thots :p

TAGLIST

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@samisfunky @achbbys000 @xd3pr3ss3dx @jottositto @cheescakebroom

@r0ckst4rjk @callmeagardengnome @rottmntrulesall @blankwashed @sindulgent666

@honeynanamin @obsessgurlll @starrnai @herefor-tojis-tits

[chosok-amo]

⠀WITCHES SEEN IN TOWN ! ⠀RUN, ⠀RUN

𝜗𝜚 the witches run around, run around, run around the town with her broom, one young man, two young man and three she take them to her basement. taglist : open!

this is my first time as a participant in kinktober : may the witch and rest of the young man soul be a treasure to your pleasure and hunger ( beware of the witch ).

FIRST WEEK

OCTOBER 1ST. HAIL TO THE GHOST!

feat. rival ghost face! gojo satoru + séx tape / hate sex.

♱ summary. bent over, bent down and said cheese to the camera, click! one, two, three... another, cheese! it was fun, haunting down by a ghost

content. college! au, séx tape, hāte sex, háir-pulling, name-calling, cunnilingūs, slapping, spanking.

OCTOBER 4TH. THERE IS A WITCH IN THE WOODS

feat. loser! geto suguru + public space.

♱ summary. to a witch, there is nothing more appealing than a young man wandering around the wood alone at halloween night. and there is nothing more appealing than a witch, naive, stupid, witch.

content. college! au, public place ( woods ), full-nēlson, breeding-kīnk, mention multiple rounds, rough sèx.

OCTOBER 7TH. ABRACADABRA, POOF! THE D IS GONE

feat. ex-boyfriend! toji + public space.

♱ summary. you and your friends decided it is a good time to go on the haunted house your campus held, and . . . boo! that ’s the vampire, waiting to suck your soul behind the fake tree. . . from between your legs.

content. college! au, public place, ōrgasm control, choking manhandling, cūnnilingus.

SECOND WEEK

OCTOBER 8TH. FILTHY, FILTHIEST, MONKEY?

feat. cultleader! geto suguru + bondage.

♱ summary. a follower should be loyal to their master, don't you think? that ’s what geto thought also, sooo, why are you outside his temple, dressing as a slūtty angel waiting for your boyfriend to go for a halloween party? better looking for a good explanation or geto is going to get madddd.

content. cult leader! au, bondage, exhibitiōnism, mat-pressing, dumbification.

OCTOBER 11TH. THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT

feat. trueform! sukuna + dōuble penetration.

♱ summary. you were drunk and idiot, a stupid, idiot, virgin. it's your first time going to a halloween party and the first thing you did was crashing through a shrine, not just a regular shrine, but a king, giant, curse ’s shrine, and imagine, would you like a cherry popping with double-d?

content. college!au, heian era sukuna, manhandling, he uses his stomach mouth(s), cherry popping, dōuble penetration, creampied, dacryphilia, dumbification, bréeding kink.

OCTOBER 14TH. SCREAM IF YOU ARE MASOCHIST

feat. gojo satoru + masochist.

♱ summary. shibuya was packed, what is the best thing other than meet a stranger? especially, meeting the gojo satoru, your collage well-known fuck boy, will he still be able to fuck around when he's being tied-up?

content. college! au, tied-up, dacryphilia, orgāsm play, tits-fūck, ōral, body-worship.

THIRD WEEK

OCTOBER 15TH. FREAKS COMES OUT AT NIGHT

feat. bully neighbor! geto, gojo, sukuna + foursome.

♱ summary. who said trick or treat is only for a kids? then, pleaseeee, explain, why your neighbor ’s bullies are on your doorstep, and instead of bringing a bucket for their treats, they bring dildōs and handcuffs, and for the treats, instead of candy, they want you.

content. neighbors! au, exhibitiōnism, dōuble penetration, handcuffs, sēx toy, body worshipping.

OCTOBER 18TH. PAINT THE TOWN RED

feat. porn content creator! geto + orgāsm control / exhibitiōnism.

♱ summary. your viewers want you to use little devil ’s costume for halloween edition live. geto, more than happy to oblige. he loves having his little partner squirting and crying on his lap, with little red horn on his lap.

content. content creator! au, fingering, using a sēx toy, nipple-plāy, dōuble-penetration.

OCTOBER 21ST. THE DEVILS WEAR SUITS AND TIES

feat. ex-boyfriends! geto & gojo + threesome.

♱ summary. you thought it was a good idea to show up at a club when you just having a break with your boyfriends and wearing a little too less of clothes? of course not, but maybe, a little too little was meant to be a little too good.

content. brat tamer, angry sēx turns to be makē-up sex, dōuble penetration, body worship, ōral ( m & f receiving ), āss-eating, drugging, pūssy drunk ( gojo & geto ).

FOURTH WEEK

OCTOBER 24TH. MY GIRLFRIEND IS A WITCH

feat. boyfriend! choso, yuki + threesome / voyeurism.

♱ summary. choso and his girlfriend, yuki, need a little girlfriend for her virgin boyfriend to get laid in the middle of halloween night. lucky for him, you are sitting in the bar alone, looking all too pretty with your witch costume and just got dump from your boyfriend.

feat. college! au, sēx with strangers, double penetration, scissoring, voyeurism.

OCTOBER 27TH. MY DADDY'S GOT A GUN

feat. husband! nanami + brat tamer.

♱ summary. playing cat and mouse with nanami was all fun and games, especially when you were being a brat a whole week. so, he dress as a michael myers, chasing you down around the house. run, or hide, i'm gonna fūck you hard! ’ he laughed. you screwed? bet you are but damn.

content. brat tamer, blood mentioned, knife play, masochist, spanking, praise, nāme-calling, very, very rough, manhandling.

OCTOBER 30TH. RUNNING UP THAT HILL

feat. sukuna ryomen + exhibitiōnism.

♱ summary. you? break up with me?! run down the hills to the graveyard, i fucking dare you. one step, two steps, if you reach the graveyard first then you will break up with him, but if he's the one who in the finish line first? well, let's just say you spend the rest of your life with him.

content. college! au, public space, dumbification, breeding-kīnk, praise, slight dacryphilia.

THE WITCH WILL BE SEEN ONCE SHE FIND ANOTHER YOUNG MAN TO SACRIFICE . . .

set-up © screampied

[bergandysam]

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you guys don’t understand how fucking much i love this story. i’ve re-read it more times than i can count. i think about this Jin once a week

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ryen NEVER misses. masterpiece after masterpiece.

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coworkers AU!, E2L, crack, fluff, smut, jin has a big… ego.. y’all. Y/N pisses me the hell off, but they’re SO CUTE 😭

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WHEW this one is a doozy, devil!jin, jimin is there too, very much smut smut smut, angsty, fluffy, seokjin has a soft spot.

like i said at the end of my last fic rec post, if any of you have recommendations for me, please send them through!! my inbox is OPEN and i am always looking for more things to read!!! 🫶🫶

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 7: Virginity

Fboy!Steve Harrington x Virgin!Chubby!Reader

Summary: Steve never paid you much attention until the day he found your laptop open with your rice purity test results on full display.

Warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of virginity loss, kissing, awkward!reader, pervy!steve, corruption/innocence kink

It’s criminal that the chemistry teacher paired you with thee Steve Harrington. King Steve. How on earth are you supposed to pay attention to the lesson when all you want to do is swim in his golden brown hair?

You sigh dreamily, chin resting on your hand as you studied him. God, he never looks your way. You’d give anything if he’d just acknowledge you. Anything.

He glances your way and you’re so taken aback that you’re scrambling to adjust your position. Seconds after, you ponder on whether you’d see him move his lips.

“Huh?” You say, snapping out of your daydreams.

He lets out a quick laugh then a lingering smile. “I asked if you could get us a beaker up front. I would get it but I’m so sore from basketball practice, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Oh, of course. No problem. Thank you for asking me.” You say, cringing at how lame you sound once you turn away.

Steve purposefully sent you away for a chance to look over your computer screen. Today, practically everyone has been sending each other their purity tests results as some new trend amongst your peers. You knew you haven’t done much but to see how high your score was really put it into perspective that if you were olive oil, you’d be extra virgin.

You return to your seat, unaware of his snooping at first until you seen just how broadcasted your screen was.

“Y-you didn’t happen to see anything weird on my screen, d-did you?” You ask, heart racing.

“Wouldn’t say weird. More like…intriguing.” He smirks.

“Oh, god.” You groan, head resting on the lab table.

“So is it true? You a virgin?” He asks with contained excitement.

“Yeah,” You whisper, raising your head once again to meet his darkening eyes. “Is it hard to believe?”

“A little,” He ogles you, eyes traveling up and down your body. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to be between those thighs?”

You’re sooo confused. Only a minute ago, you didn’t exist to him. Now he’s unashamedly flirting with you.

Steve brings a foot under your chair, sliding you a little closer to him. He leans in to whisper, his breath tickling your sensitive throat.

“You’ve never had that cherry popped?” His smile grew wider.

“I already said yes,” Your face heats up, cupping your cheeks to hide yourself. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“You shouldn’t be ashamed at all for being a virgin. It’s a really neat thing that you’re one.” He says softly.

“Why?”

He looks around the classroom making sure no one’s eavesdropping before he whispers, “Because it means I get to be the one who claims it,” He lowers his lips to your ears. “You want that, don’t you?”

You nod.

“I’ll need a verbal ‘yes’, princess.” He demands.

“Yes, I want you to take my virginity.” You breathe out.

“Good girl. I’ll text you when to come over tonight.” He says, rubbing a hand on your upper thigh before turning to pay attention to the lesson as if nothing had ever happened.

Tonight?! So soon?

You spend the rest of your day, butterflies in your stomach as you count down the hours until you’ll be getting dicked down by King Steve.

Six hours went to four hours and four went to three until finally the hour arrived. You followed the address he’d given you, recognizing it was some old cabin home. He’s standing outside waiting in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants that hang low. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he isn’t wearing any underwear, the outline of his rather large member is damning.

You take one good glance at yourself in the mirror happy with the casual yet sexy look you were going for before you exit your car. He walks up to you, throwing his hands around you and taking in your scent.

“You smell nice.” He says, hardness pressing against your belly and your eyes widen as you try not to pass out. Steve Harrington is hugging you!

“T-thank you. I-it’s my mom’s perfume,” You mentally facepalm. “I-I mean she bought it for me but it’s not like her signature scent or anything like that. That would be weird.”

He laughs, taking your hand in his. “You’re adorable.”

You feel him tug you away, guiding you towards the front entrance of the home and your stomach lurches.

“Is this your place?” You ask with a nervous laugh, trying and failing at not sounding judgmental.

“Nah, vacation home for my uncle who lives in New York,” He explains. “Don’t worry. We’re all alone. So scream all you want to, no one’ll hear you.”

You remember the rumor going around that Steve takes his lovers to this remote cabinet specifically for this reason. You swallow the hard lump in your throat as the door closes behind you.

There’s no going back.

“Could I have something to drink?” You ask trying to keep yourself from hyperventilating. “Alcohol, preferably.”

“I want your mind clear when I’m in those guts, babe,” He helps you over to the couch, encouraging you to sit as he makes his way to the kitchen. “I can get you some water, though.”

“Kay.” You say, fiddling with your skirt. It’s now or never. You needed to put on a brave face, you will not be missing out on this Greek god’s dick. You begin to pull off your sweater, struggling with it as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

“What are you doing there, angel?” He asks and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, ya know…thought I’d take this off since it’s getting all nice and hot in here.”

“I agree,” He says suggestively, placing the cup on the coffee table to help you remove your sweater. Once it pops off, you stumble a little causing him to wrap an arm around your waist to balance you. “That better?”

“Mhm.” You reply, forcing yourself to look in his eyes.

He lowers his lips to yours and kisses you. You let out a surprised gasp against his lips before you follow his lead. You can tell you’re sloppy at it because when he shoves his tongue into your mouth it’s heavenly but when you do it, it’s all slobbery.

But even when you’re doing wrong, it feels so right because he’s moaning into it and as long as he’s doing that then you’ll consider it a win. His hands cradle your head, deepening the kiss. You can hardly breathe nor do you care to, clutching onto his shirt.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against your head. “I usually do foreplay but I wanna feel your tight little pussy squeezing around me so badly.”

That’s the second rumor you remembered about him. He usually says that very line to whoever he fucks. Only girl to ever have been treated to foreplay was his ex, Nancy. It hurts that you get a front row seat to the truth of the rumors. I guess that’s why they say never meet your heroes or, in this case, never have a one night stand with your crush.

“Can I please?” He pleads, hazel eyes big and wet as if it physically hurts not being inside you and judging by the way he jumps and throbs in his pants you’d say it’s a possibility.

“Yes, you can fuck me. Please fuck me.” You say, kissing him once more and he whines against your lips. He loves hearing how much you need him.

Laying you on your back onto the couch, he quickly removes your clothes off your body tossing your shirt, bra, and skirt to the floor but leaving you in just your white thong. He groans at the darkened wet patch, hooking his finger underneath to pull to the side.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” He praises. “You tellin’ me no one’s had the chance to see it let along be inside it.”

“Yeah, no one. Guess I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Fuuuck, baby, don’t talk like that or I might fill you up with my cum.” He says.

That’s another of those little rumors. He threatens to cum inside you. You should be revolted by this but you find yourself canting your hips upward in anticipation.

“You want me, babygirl? I’ll give it to you.” He pulls his sweatpants down just below his bent knees and a horse cock comes out springing and swinging.

You froze, mouth dropping. Oh hell no. You need to get out of here. The rumors do no justice at all to the sheer size of him. He’ll tear you apart!

Panic sets in as he hooks the back of your knees into the crook of his arms, positioning himself between your thick thighs.

“O-on second thought, I think I’ve found God and he tells me that maybe I shouldn’t…” You trail off when you feel his warm cock rubbing between your clothed folds. Oh, now he surely needs to be inside you. You’ll take the pain.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks and you whine in agreement. “Then, pull those panties to the side and let me in.”

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

piece of you in how i dress

“cherry” by harry styles

benny cross x reader / 1.1k words

idea: benny rocks a new look

tw: none really, drinking, smoking, cursing, but just a bunch of cuteness

notes: sooo i sent a request to clo a bit ago (b4 we became bestie boos) and i was rereading what she wrote and it was SO GOOD so i kinda wanted to write a little piece abt that!! sorry if this is kinda shit imve been really really busy the past week but i wanted to put something out BUT i hope y’all like this :)) also PLEASE go read @semperamans work bc she is just TOO GOOD and deserves all the love !!

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benny’s always had a distinct look to him. messy hair, ripped jeans, sharp tattoos, scares covering his fists, and a chilling stare on his face that completed his intimidating look. although he and the rest of the vandals all seem to look the same, with their colors on and unique pasts merging together, benny was always recognizable and stood out like a sore thumb.

nobody really questioned why the young vandal was so feral, why his past shaped him into somebody who can either lurk in silence or create chaos out of nothing in the blink of an eye, because it wasn’t anyone's business. sure the vandals began because of the love to ride all day and night, but the community of people was built around acceptance of each member, regardless of their past.

so why the hell would anyone care? the guy just has a classic look to him!

until benny met you.

“wahoo you seeing what i’m seein’?” “the sexy redhead with that tiny skirt on? cause if you are-” “stop fuckin’ droolin’ for a second and turn that thick ass head of yours ‘round! over at the pool table!” due to drinking a ton and smoking weed, it took a while for corky and wahoo to focus on the same thing. and luckily they were able to, looking over at the pool table where benny was watching cal take a strike during their game. his dark shirt and dark jeans were so rough against his skin, that the pop of blush pink was throwing the two guys off. a little pink blob was tied around a belt loop on benny’s jeans, standing out like a sore thumb.

to say that wahoo and corky were stumped was an understatement “what is that shit on his pants?” “i d’know, that’s why my last resort was askin’ you” “ah fuck you too shithead! if you care s’much let’s jus’go ahead n’ask him” wahoo stood up first with corky trailing behind as they walked to the pool table, the mix of alcohol and pot in their systems making them stumble and laugh.

once they reached the table they immediately approached benny, perching their hands on his side of the table “hey benny! did ya’ fairy godmother visit you in ya’ sleep last night?” “or a.. a princess spare y’any gifts?” the boys started chattering, trying to hint to benny at what they were talking about “what t’hell are you goin’ on about? did you take some of that shit sonny got?” benny was genuinely confused, wondering what in gods name wahoo and corky took to be asking him about fairies and princesses. “what y’mean? look at you! all pretty in pink for us tonight! jus’wanna know what lucky lady gave y’that?” corky said with a laugh, which got the attention of cal.

oh here we go.

benny put it together in his head what they were laughing about, and a rush of pink started to fill the cheeks. he completely forgot he had your pink scare tied to him, you asked him to hold onto it because it was bothering your neck. he didn’t even think of it, and now caught off guard that his friends noticed.

he didn’t know what to say. was everyone else gonna start teasing him? telling him that he’s changed and now all soft? he had no idea. but as he was trying to open his mouth to say something, cal already beat him to it.

“you guys know who gave that to him, she’s literally been in here 3 times this week! spared your sorry asses some cookies that were for the ladies!” cal chirped in, his voice gaining the intoxicated guys attention “benny’s right, what the fuck did y’all take? can’t have y’forget so much that your dicks are hanging out ‘cause you forgot how to zip up your flies!” he said vulgarly, but earning a little chuckle from benny “now go smoke whatever shit sonny gave you outside! m’getting a headache” cal told corky and wahoo. both benny and cal watched them walk away, drowning in drunken cackles.

benny turns his head back to cal, seeing him take a sip of his beer before shifting his attention back to him “so how is she? i noticed that she isn’t with you tonight?” cal’s question threw off benny for a moment, surprised that he’d be asking about his girl. “yeah she’s good. she uh.. picked up an extra shift early for the mornin’, so she stayed home so she could get a good sleep,” benny said softly, the shift to talking about his girl made the blush creep even higher “almost didn’t show tonight ‘cause i wanted to help her relax, but she insisted for me to come here anyway” he said with a smile. oh how stubborn you could be.

“well i'm glad that she’s well, y’got a hard working lady on y’hands” cal said in response, noticing how shy benny got “listen, you and i both know that they're off their asses tonight, so don’t let their teasing rattle you, i know they respect her as much as the rest of us do” cal spoke to benny calmly, unsure if he was upset with their friends “no no i.. i’m not mad. i feel the opposite really,” benny looked down at the sweet pink scarf against his jeans “jus’happy that’ll get to see her once i get back home” he looked up at cal with a smile. it’s already getting pretty late, and benny told you that he’d drive you to work in the morning, so he might as well just call it a night and head out.

and just like that it was like cal read his mind “well why don’t you go on and get to it, i’ll cover our drinks right here” cal offered, which benny returned with a nod. he benny grabbed his leather jacket, and started walking away, cal spoke up one more time

“tell her i wish her luck, and hope to see the both of you on friday” “i promise i will”

and with that final promise he was out the door, hopped on his bike, and was on his way home. while driving down the dimly lit roads he’d glance down at your scarf blowing in the wind, and couldn’t help but smile. ‘a little piece of you in how he dressed’ some could say.

he couldn’t wait to get home.

[pricegouge]

Been gorging on your stepcest etc for price 👀 and I do be lurking. And it got me thinking about a couple things….

First of all. Not as taboo, but best friend’s dad price? Knows you have a shit home life, with the way you hang around with his daughter at his house so much. And how you’re so grateful for any little sliver of pride or affection he shows you. And he realizes how easy it would be to twist that into a relationship. He’ll give you what you need, yeah? Let him teach you what you need to know. Sneaking into his bedroom whenever you stay the night. Staying with him on the couch after your friend has gone to bed, laying your head in his lap and letting him fuck your mouth.

And. Uhm. Stepbrother!Soap (alternatively brother’s best friend if you prefer) becoming obsessive about being your virginity guard when you start college— he was a college boy, and he sure as fuck doesn’t trust college boys. Cockblocking you at every turn— those guys aren’t gonna treat his little sister right 😤 (meanwhile he’s telling himself that he’ll stop when some guy who deserves you comes around, but the truth is that that’s never going to happen. Only one guy deserves you, and it’s him). And you get sexually frustrated, jerking off in your room louder and more often, and eventually you get into an argument with him, telling him to lay off, until he snaps.

“Ye want yer cherry popped so damned bad, hen? I’ll fuckin’ do it, then—“

And uhhhhh. Stepdad/dad price being protective over your online activity, and he ends up making a profile for some older guy. And it’s so easy to catfish you, coax you into sending him pictures, all while he’s justifying it to himself that he’s just gonna mortify you with all of this so that you’re more careful. But then you send things that are a lot more racey than he thought he’d get. And you give him that “do you like them 🥺?” Message. And what is he gonna do, disappoint his baby girl? Make her think she’s anything less than the most beautiful girl in the whole world?

So he does what any rational guy would do and he jerks off to your photos, cums all over his stomach, takes a picture, and sends it to you with a “loved them ❤️” message.

I have like 100000 thoughts like these ahskfkoskdn

(Can I be 🦷 anon?)

cw: age gap, stepcest/incest, implied grooming. all written on my phone so sorry for issues/typos

You're absolutely killing me here. Thinking about being unable to sleep when you're at your friend's place so you creep out for a drink of water to find mr price on the couch watching some boring old western and he's got the lights dimmed, the volume low and it all just looks so cozy and you're so sleepy. So what if you linger, trying to get yourself in that right headspace for sleep? He doesn't seem to mind, even lets you slump across the couch with your head on his thigh, rubs at you scalp absently as he rumbles down at you about actors you've never even heard of. And if you fall asleep there and roll so your nose is buried in his belly, well, he's just being nice, letting you sleep when he knows how tired you are, can see in the gaunt skin around your eyes you haven't been sleeping or eating well. It's a good thing you have his daughter, have him.

And omg step bro Johnny 😵‍💫 he was sooo excited when your parents married, had always wanted a little sister of his own. The protectiveness he felt - it was only natural, a big brother's job, keeping predatory boys from you. You can keep snapping at him all you want but he's not gonna stop, and every time you get yourself all wound up it just fuels his fire because he sees how pretty you are like that and he knows what those boys must be thinking, planning all the ways they can get you that flustered on their cocks. Not on his watch, but his job would be so much easier if you'd stop acting like such a whore, moaning so loud every night it's a miracle you don't wake the whole house. And he can hear the porn you're watching too, the deep grunts of men who probably aren't even pleasing their co-stars properly. It's gonna fill your head with the wrong impression, make you think sex is all overproduced, cookie-cutter bodies and jackhammering. It drives him insane for weeks until he ferrets out your search history (seriously, he'd have to teach you better about that too) and grind when he realizes, while it's a brother's job to keep you safe - it's a step brother's job show you the ropes

Fucking. Catfish dad price is gonna put me in an early grave. I had to lay down after reading that my goddddd.

Just imagine connecting with someone online like that. He's older but he's so nice, likes all the same things you do. Sometimes the way he knows exactly what to say to have you melting, or to bring you up after a rough day, it seems like he was created in a test tube, just for you. And when you start to send him pictures (innocent at first, mostly of your dorm, just showing him what you're up to), he doesn't even make fun of all your girly decor. Just comments on how cute your stuffies are, or how good your nails look when he spots glimpses of your hands hovering around the edges of the frame.

So of course when he asks if he can see more of you, you send him a video of you playing with your clit, those same pretty nails framing your cunt, dipping teasingly through your folds.

You sit on your bed after hitting send, an anxious bundle of nerves after seeing it's been opened but. It's silly to be so self conscious. He's a busy man - maybe even at work - and you'd sort of blindsided him with that, unsolicited. But you're needy and you can't help it, following up your video with the cutesiest message you can manage while still getting your point across

<do you like it? 🙈

Embarrassing stings in your throat as you watch his bubble of text spring to life once or twice, each time fizzling back out into radio silence. Rejection hurts worse than you'd ever thought it would, makes you feel useless and ugly, makes you want to cuddle up with your stupid stuffies - makes you wish you were home.

When your phone pings some minutes later there's no helping how quickly you snatch it up, too far past caring about appearing desperate, and your hands shake as you tap on the thumbnail that greets you, taking in the still engorged cock flopped over his strong belly, and each inch of hairy, sweaty skin so greedily you nearly miss the cloudy, thick mess that clings to his pelt.

The caption tells you he 'loved it, sweetpea' and you tell yourself it's the image that has your clit throbbing back to life, not the memories it tugs of the other man who calls you that.

Banners/dividers by @/adornedwithlight and @/rookthornesartistry

[russelliv]

gewis [sleeping!george & filthy!lewis]

sooo here's the somno fic that i talked abt popping into my head when i wrote the other ficlet that i just posted. this is for the anon that also wanted this badly LMAO

hope yall enjoy and as always, i appreciate hearing ur thoughts on my brain worms :DD

CW: somnophilia, very much consensual (talked out of this scene)

Lewis kneels down behind George, who's asleep but arching his ass like a whore to anyone who can see him. Gladly, Lewis can keep George all to himself as he's asleep in Lewis' motorhome.

Lewis went back to his motorhome late, to no one's surprise, and while he was expecting George, his boyfri-...his teammate-turned-fuck-buddy, to be in his motorhome, Lewis didn't expect an amazing sight to greet him.

George, on his stomach, facing to the side, one leg arched up and one leg straight, enough for his pink, puffy hole to be presented right at Lewis.

Lewis could not help himself but kneel immediately behind him and let his eyes roam around George's gorgeous, pliant body.

Pretty, gorgeous George with soft skin, lithe back, perfect waist, and plump ass...All for Lewis to take.

Lewis exhales and brings a warm hand to lay upon George's back. He slowly drags his hand around his back and side until he arrives at George's round bottom.

"So so beautiful for me, sweetheart," Lewis whispers as he squeezes a cheek softly. "So perfect and ready for me."

Lewis removes his hand and lays both his hands on either side of George as he leans down and places soft kisses on George's shoulder. Lewis tracks George's back with soft kisses and soft words of praise.

As Lewis plants a tender kiss on George's lower back, George makes a little noise of satisfaction.

Lewis chuckles, "Yeah, sweetheart? Want me lower?", then he slides a little lower until he's eye level to George's hole.

Lewis drags his hands towards George's ass and grips tight to spread him open. "Shit, George," Lewis blurts out as the furl of George's hole gets exposed to the cold air. It clenches for one second, as if it knows the owner of George's hole is staring straight at it.

Lewis licks across his bottom lip before he hitches his nose upward, nuzzling straight where George's crack starts. He inhales George's clearly freshly-showered clean and natural scent and slides his nose down to breathe out against the hole.

George's arched leg unconsciously slides a little higher, exposing his hole more to Lewis. "Good boy, Georgie. So good for me, opening yourself up more," Lewis whispers against George's right cheek.

Lewis repositions himself. Makes sure that his fingers grip well onto the perfect ass he is gifted, by George, and finally, finally opens his mouth to lick a stripe up on Goerge's hole.

Lewis moans and licks across more, finding pleasure with the way his tongue slides on Georgie's hole, the one he owns.

Lewis grunts and shifts his hips to lay on the mattress. His cock is slowly hardening, keeps rolling his hips every time his tongue gets George more wet.

"You taste so sweet, baby," Lewis pants as he stops for a second to focus on grinding his hips down the bed. "Making me so hard for you even when you're asleep. Fuck."

Lewis sticks his tongue out and dives back in towards the shining, wet hole. He keeps his licks quick, but sopping wet with saliva. Digs his tongue in and out, back and forth, while making sure he's stretching George out well too.

As Lewis focuses on eating his treat, George moves to roll his hips under him and gives out a little moan of, "Lewis..."

Lewis responds in groaning against his hole and he tightens his hands on George's ass for a second, pulling his face away. He stares at the way the hole clenches and opens, looks at the way George's sides move quickly with every breath, and slides his gaze towards George's cherry pink face.

Quickly and desperate with a sudden urge, Lewis hauls himself up to his knees once more and immediately unbuttons his designer jeans and drags both the jeans and boxers half-way on his thighs. He pulls his hard cock out and tugs hard and quick.

"Georgie —fuck— baby, you're so pretty. So perfect, just made for me, George," Lewis pants as he jerks himself off with his right hand while his left hand lands a slap on George's left cheek.

George whimpers and his hips dips further into the bed. Encouraged, Lewis twists his hand on the upstroke and slides his thumb across his slit. "George...shit, gonna come on you, gonna paint your hole so well. Fucking whore, leaving yourself out here for anyone."

Lewis slaps George's left cheek again, "But it's not for anyone, is it? Yeah, it's only mine, sweetheart. Only for me, George." Lewis moans, loud and clear across his motorhome, maybe even loud enough for other drivers to know how George is only his. Sleeping George tries to keep up with his uncoordinated thrusts towards the bed, while his hands softly clench the pillow on either side of his head.

Lewis clenches his left hand on George's ass and keeps his hole exposed for Lewis' delight. "So dirty, George," Lewis tsks, "This is enough to keep you satisfied, right? Just getting off on what gives me pleasure, cause you're such a good boy."

Lewis lets go of George and his cock to plant his hands on George's side. Lewis shifts one more to lean his front against George's back, keeps his mouth near George's ear and keeps his cock warm, between George's ass.

"Good boy, George," Lewis whispers as he thrusts his cock against the sopping saliva-wet hole, which causes George to press down on the bed. Lewis continues his slow pushes, allowing George feel pleasure as he's asleep. "Can't believe you're mine, sweetheart."

Not really yours, the little voice in Lewis' head interjects. Lewis shakes his head, as if to forcefully remove the thought. He focuses back on pleasuring himself and George.

Lewis' hips starts becoming uncontrollable, chasing his high as the feeling of George's body becomes unbearable. Quick, wet sounds and panting from both men, one muffled by a pillow, fills the entire room.

"Fuck!" Lewis comes with a shout, painting George's ass full of white thickness. George's hips quickens by itself and freezes as his cock spurts out his own come, soiling the sheets. George deeply moans loud as he comes, still overcome with sleep even after Lewis' ministrations.

Lewis lazily tugs at his cock, letting come drip down slowly from his tip to George's hole. He sighs as he comes down from the high and lets his finger go through the mess he made.

Lewis chuckles as he plays with his filth on George's ass and indulges himself with letting a come-covered finger press against George's rim. He slips the tip of his finger, just to satisfy the little guy in him that wants George tainted of only him.

This gets George to flinch and finally slowly come back to consciousness. His eyes flutters as his body fills with wet, delicious, sensitive sensations. "Mmm...Lewis?" George sleepily asks as he tries to get in control of his body, in order to stretch.

Lewis leans down to place a soft kiss on George's cheek and brushes George's fallen hair on his temple, back to the top of his head.

"Good evening, baby."

[mermaidgirl30]

Sneak peek of a little dbf! Joel one shot I’m working on 😉 Smut coming your way!

“Don’t be a brat. He’s busy makin’ burgers. Jus’ asked if I could come find ya.”

“Well, you found me.” You lean into the counter and pick out another plump cherry.

“C’mon then. Get out there.” He nods his head towards the backyard and crosses his large arms over his broad chest.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” You pop the cherry into your mouth and twirl the stem in between your fingers, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He huffs out annoyed, pinching the bridge of his nose while he makes his way across the kitchen, stopping on the opposite side of the counter as he leans against it and keeps his arms tight across his chest. “Yeah, real busy over there. Those cherries must be real good if they’ve got you locked in the kitchen.” His eyes flick to the ceramic bowl as you plop another one from the batch.

“Sooo good.” You take your tongue and lick up the side of the cherry, pushing it into your mouth as you throw the stem on the edge of the counter.

He watches you chew, gulping down saliva as he focuses in on your red glossy lips. He thinks you look so gorgeous in your little yellow sundress, thinks your lips might taste just like those cherries. Savory, sweet, delicious. A thought that’s crossed his mind more than once before.

He shouldn’t be in here alone with you, shouldn’t even stare while you lick your plush lips and devour the fresh cherries all seductively in front of him. He can picture you down on your knees, your tongue gliding over the tip of his throbbing cock, his fingers fisting the back of your hair while he fucks your pretty little mouth with his thick cock. He wants to hear those melodic moans out of your mouth, needs to get his mouth on your pretty pink pussy, would love to throw you on top of his bed sheets while he fucks you till he fills you with hot ropes of cum.

He’s a bad man for thinking of his best friend’s daughter like that, but he can’t help wanting something he can’t technically have. You’re off limits to him and so much younger, but he doesn’t give a shit.

[cybersp4c3]

Scara with kazuha's dad reader

Inspired by your zhongscara dilf fucker post

Scara dating kazuha and is just using him bc he wants to pop his cherry and also bc his dad is super fucking hot

Queue scara being the whore he is and seducing reader and getting fucking bred and fucked out bc he dropped his towel in front of reader on "accident" which leads to reader hatefucking him bc he has been trying to seduce him ever since they met and this is what a whore like him deserves for using his still grieving son who lost his best friend (tomo)

Scara and reader fuck under kazuha's nose all the time- especially if he is in the same room but they do it secretly

Bonus: scara ended together with kazuha bc he "I'm so sorry for your loss"'d his way into kazuha's heart

I LOVE THIS GUYS SEND MR CYBERSPACE MORE OF SCARA X DILF/[CHARACTERS] DAD READER PLS🙏🙏🙏

When your sad son’s femboy discord kitten starts showing off his ass to you 😔

Reader can’t take it anymore. Why is his sons boyfriend trying so hard to seduce him? Do kids nowadays don’t know what being loyal is?

But to be honest, Scara is quite cute. His waist is nice and small, his thighs are thick and plushy, his chest is small but if he groped each breast individually with each of his hands they’d fit perfectly.

His ass looked so soft and smooth, he could just sink his teeth into him and bite- he shouldn’t be thinking about his sons boyfriend like this!

Scaramouche isn’t trying to seduce him, he’s just delusional! Scara is a nice and kind and loyal boyfriend to his son and he would never dare to-

“Whoops! Sorry mister! My towel fell!”

Oh he’s definitely trying something

And how could a man control himself? What was he meant to do? Not fuck Scara’s pretty pussy until it started to swell?

Reader thrusted in sooo deep into his pussy. His tip was so close to penetrating Scara’s womb!!!

Scara squirted all over the place and his cunt was filled to the brim with fertile cum. His moans to go deeper were so cute! How could reader resist?

Whenever scara comes over, he chooses to sit real close to Kazuha’s father (totally not so he can get fingered!)

When scara is meant to be sleeping over in kazuha’s room, he’ll sneak over to readers room to grind on his lap and make out with him.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

I love how you write Swiss & Dew & the waythey like to play pretty rough and mean but i am sooo convinced they have another side to them. Like, ok. Hear me out?

Dew feels worn out one hotel night & asks Swiss to treat him gently? Swiss can /totally/ manage that. Except, whenever that happens the pair of idiots (affectionate) end up "making love" in the most classical & then being shy about it the next day. Like, Swiss will destroy Dew emotionally & physically then in the morning it's as if nothing happend but one (1) night of eyecontact, missionarry, & pillow talk they turn into a pair of blushing maidens when their hands meet as they reach for the orange juice at the same time during breakfast.

Am i waaaay off base here? Does Swiss only specialise in the rough stuff?? Idk. i love them either way your honour.

Thank you so much! I'm hardly the first or only person to be writing them like this but I will admit it's so fun to write Swiss being an absolute bastard (positive) and Dew being angry about how much he enjoys it when that happens.

I am also one hundred percent a soft Swiss truther. I fully believe he wields different personas depending on the mood he's in. Why deny anything that gets him off, gets his packmates off? I adore your idea, so I'll share one of my own in return.

Order in the court!

Something gets mixed up, maybe a room is out of order for maintenance but the hotel is packed and no one's exactly willing to sleep on the floor. Dew and Swiss are put into the only room left: the hotel's honeymoon suite and Swiss gets a look in his eye that makes the hair on the back of Dew's neck stand up.

"Gimme the suitcases, honey." He drawls. "I don't want you tiring yourself out before I get my hands on you." He winks at the clerk. "Signed the papers right before we left but, y'know. No privacy on a bus. This works out great."

"Congratulations!" She beams. "Please let me know if you need anything!"

"Got everything I need right here," Swiss murmurs, staring dreamily at Dew, who is staring resolutely at the wall, face aflame.

The room isn't as bad as Dew thinks it is. Sure, the bed and the hot tub are heart shaped and there's a mirror on the ceiling but it comes with wine and chocolates that Swiss insists on getting into. A bath is run, Swiss dotes on Dew. But Dew can't shake the weird, squirmy feeling in his gut the whole ordeal gives him. Does he like being treated so soft, so gentle? He doesn't really know how to react to it, especially from Swiss.

They towel off and hit the sheets. Dew probably makes the first move just to distract himself from what's going on in his head and Swiss lets him. Keeps his hands on Dew's hips as they kiss and rock their hips together until Dew's a shivery, whining mess. At which point Swiss rolls them over, gets his hand around Dew's dick and whispers into his ear how he's gonna make him knot, get the little bulge of it all reddened and raw before Swiss will fuck him, watch his cock spurt out cum with every slow, gentle thrust deep into his little body. He's going to make Dew feel so good.

"Will you let me do it?" He murmurs. "Pretend it's your first time? Will you let me pop that sweet little cherry of yours?"

He squeezes around the base of Dew's cock so Dew can fully grasp what he means by that.

And Dew?

Dew makes the mistake of saying yes.

(It's the best and most confusing orgasm of his entire existence.)

(Everyone jeers at them when they're all on the bus the next morning. Someone twists aluminum foil into wedding rings but then everybody wants one and the next superstore they pass they demand a stupid sheet cake to celebrate "their" wedding.)

(There is absolutely a frosting fight.)

[dollivication]

hiii dolly it's 🃏 again, the new theme is sooo cute!! i hope ur doing well luv !! <33

i have another vergil related concept, which is priest/nun reader unknowingly being the object of vergil's attention

ohh he's obsessed with the reader, he can't help but purr when they're nearby. Their face is so sweet and so inviting. Their hands are soft and gentle, something vergil isn't used to at all..

they treat him so kindly, he can't help but want them for himself

of course he wants to see what's underneath that modest uniform. their body must be perfect, just like their face. Vergil almost passes out when he sees them in casual (still modest) clothing. alll that blood rushing towards his dick...

reader is oblivious, thinking vergil is just a awkward stand offish man..but he's so much more.

KYAAA!! also he wants to pop the reader's cherry sooo bad, especially since he knows they're sworn to celibacy.

idk how he would do it, maybe slipping something in the reader's communal wine or manipulating the reader into thinking it will be alright

:333 -🃏

HAIIII 🃏NON!!!! WELCOME BACK!1!!1!1!! AND THANK YOU SOOSOSOW MAUCH, MWA!!! IM DOING OKAY AND I HOPE YOURE DORING AMAZINGLY!!!

vergil being obsessed with a devoted reader is my kryptonite… he’s got demon blood in him, it’s literally in some of his nature to wanna corrupt and ruin shit!!! and reader juuust sow happens to be the object of his desire :3

the typa guy to go cwaaaazy knowing user is celibate!!! is literally so delusional, he convinces himself that the reason why they’re celibate is because they’ve been waiting for him,not because they’ve been waiting for marriage or some other bullshit!!

i reckon he would do both!!! first he would put a little secret something in the wine,and patiently wait 4 it to kick in so you’re in a daze and just soso compliant ^^!! it makes it that much easier to whisper in your ear about how the god you look up to personally made you for him all while he feels you up.

he’ll tell you that your god most certainly had plans for you, which were for you give yourself completely to him. to know your beloved religious figure is to reach ecstasy, vergil will say, all while he pumps his cock inside of you and watches how you slur so cutely on your words >.<… you’re so quick to believe him, it’s so adorable!

bonus points if he forces you to say a prayer despite knowing damn well you’re too out of it to even be coherent. hearing you recite broken verses will only make him bully his dick into you that much harder he’s so yucky<3

[randomprose]

plans for the future

written for the satosho server weekly prompt: wedding [ao3] set after 221

“Hey,” Shoko calls Satoru’s attention as she pulls off her surgical gloves and he’s getting dressed. “Don’t die.”

“Of course, I won’t. Didn’t I say I’d win?” Satoru scoffs as he pulls down his shirt. “What, you doubtin’ or something?”

Shoko’s check-up is more thorough than usual and her reversed cursed technique practically swept him from head to toe despite Satoru not needing any healing. Not since he got out of the Prison Realm days ago anyway and even then it’s not like he sustained any real damage from being sealed in the box for nineteen days other than severe boredom. But Satoru supposed that’s just a necessary precautionary measure for tomorrow’s fight and Shoko is a pro after all.

“No. It’s just that…” Shoko chews the inside of her cheek, mulling over her words as she leans on her table. Her eyes trained on Satoru still perched on her examination table. “I have plans for us.”

“Oh? And what would those plans be?”

She reaches back to the drawer under her desk for a small back velvet box and casually tosses it in his direction. Satoru deftly catches it, eyes widening when he looks down at what it is.

Whatever thoughts Satoru has when Shoko said she has plans for them goes flying out the window. He opens the box to see what’s inside and—yep this was definitely not one of them. Not even his all-knowing Six Eyes saw this one coming.

“Shoko!” Satoru gasps as the ring glints up at him. “Shoko!”

“What? I’m right here.”

“You’re not serious?!”

“As serious as five hundred thousand yen.” 

“Five hundred thou—You’re seriously not serious?!” 

Shoko, Ieri cheapskate Shoko, whom Satoru has rarely ever seen pay for anything (if at all!) in her life since becoming friends with him, just bought him a five hundred thousand yen engagement ring.

“I can just take it back if you—”

“No!” Satoru turns and raises his arms so the box is out of her reach. “No. You said you have plans for us.”

“I did.” Plans which got derailed because of this whole shit show but, eh, it is what it is. “I do.”

“Slow down, doc. I haven’t even said yes and you’re already saying your I do’s?” Satoru smirks, all too giddy and smug at this sudden development. “A little presumptuous of you, no?”

“Like I said, I can always take it back. Those plans aren’t set in stone anyway.”

Satoru doesn’t rise to her teasing this time, too caught up staring at the ring nestled in blue velvet cushion. It’s a platinum band with six diamonds embedded in it. No doubt customized because the diamonds are the same purple shade as her eyes, which Satoru always said he likes. 

But the best thing about it is that Shoko has infused each diamond with her cursed energy.

Fuck. Dammit. Satoru thinks he’s going to cry.

“You bought me an engagement ring,” Satoru says, soft and reverent. “And you have plans for us.”

“Yes, Gojo, we’ve already established that.” Fuck sakes. He’s holding the damn ring in his hand. “And?”

“Uggghh,” Satoru groans because he’s dramatic and a diva and a goof and Shoko wants to marry his ridiculous ass. “What the hell, man? This is sooo unromantic!” Shoko rolls her eyes and Satoru has to fight tooth and nail so his petulant pout doesn’t turn into a giddy grin. “Like, where’s the build-up? The romance? Dude, you didn’t even get me flowers! And what? You couldn’t even get on one knee and pop the question properly? So unromantic, Shoko. Seriously.”

He’s joking, of course. Satoru knows Shoko doesn’t have the time or the patience or even the imagination (or the stomach) for all that mushy shit. In any case, he doesn’t really care about all of that because he’s already so fucking ecstatic. 

Sure, it’s not his dream proposal exactly, but that’s only because he’s always envisioned it would be somewhere grand and romantic (like Paris or their high school classroom or in spring when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom), and he would be the one going down on one knee (in his best suit with his hair styled slick back for a more devastating effect and a sure ‘yes’) and catching Shoko off guard. 

Then again, Satoru thinks as he looks at Shoko across from him lips quirked in a minuscule smile, the woman has somehow always been three steps ahead of the Six Eyes. 

All in all, Satoru supposes the school infirmary with Shoko saying she has plans for them and beating him to the punch isn’t a bad way to get engaged.

“Tell you what,” Shoko says as she crosses the short distance between them and gently pries the box from his hand. “When you finish the fight and come back alive—that’s a requirement, dumbass, you hear me?—then I’ll propose. Properly. I’ll give you romance and the build-up. I’ll buy you flowers and have a speech. The whole shebang. Hell, I’ll even get down on one knee.”

Because not only is Shoko always three steps ahead of him but she also never ceases to surprise and defy Satoru’s expectations.

“Really?”

“Really. I promise I’ll get down on my knees.” Shoko pockets the velvet box and shoots him a heavy look through long lashes and half-lidded eyes. “In more ways than the one.”

“Oh.” Satoru is slow on the uptake but his eyes follow the way Shoko smirks as she licks and bites her lip and finally gets it. “Oh.”

“Hey! Can we get this thing wrapped up quick?” Satoru shouts after Sukuna amidst the rubble. “I’ve got a proposal to get to!”

“Oh, you’re proposing? How cute.”

“No, I’m getting proposed to,” Satoru says primly, firing another Red. Sukuna is hit but easily regenerates. “But that will only happen after I finish you! So. Chop-chop! Come on!”

“It’s the reverse cursed technique user, isn’t it? Good for you I guess. You couldn’t do better than her,” Sukuna shrugs, getting ready to use Dismantle again. Satoru barely reinforces Limitless at how weirded out he is that he and Sukuna are agreeing on something. “She certainly could do better. My condolences to her though.”

“I know, right?! She’s really great! The best! I’m so—hey! What do you mean by that?!” 

“Hey, uhh so,” Satoru rubs the back of his head sheepishly, sunglasses dipping down his nose as he looks down. “Listen. So, Shoko. She’s—”

“Yeah, I know,” Suguru cuts him off.

“You do?”

“I’ve been watching this whole time, idiot. Of course, I know.”

“Pfft. Creep.”

“You’re the creep.” Suguru shoves him and then smiles. Genuinely. Beatifically. “Congratulations.”

“Yeah. Yeah, thanks. I, uh—” Satoru sniffles, and looks away before thinking ‘fuck it!’ and pulling Suguru into the tightest bear hug they’ve ever shared both in the living and the afterlife. “I wish you could be there, man,” he chokes out.

“Me too,” Suguru answers. His voice breaks at the end and his eyes are shiny when they pull apart. “Take care of each other, yeah?”

“I’ve been trying, but you know how she is, dude! Swear to god she only listens to you,” Satoru grumbles as he rolls his eyes and Suguru chuckles. “Well. I’ll head for North for now.”

“Yeah. You kept her waiting and worried long enough. Good luck with that, man.”

“Tch. Don’t remind me. I’ll be lucky if she still hasn’t changed her mind.”

“She hasn’t,” Suguru assures him, all-knowing. “See you later, Satoru. Tell Shoko I said hi.”

“Yeah. See you later, Suguru.”

Satoru wakes up to the blinding fluorescent light and the familiar sterilized smell of the school's infirmary. 

“Hey,” Shoko comes into his line of vision and Satoru smiles. What a sight for sore eyes. “Welcome back.”

“I’m back,” he croaks as he nuzzles into the palm caressing his face and the familiar curse energy it’s emitting. “I talked to Suguru while I was out. He says hi.”

“You did, huh? Only took him this long to check in on me and he even had to do it with a proxy? Bastard.” Shoko smirks and rolls her eyes in jest. Then her expression softens into a small smile, eyes losing their sharp edges as she looks down at Satoru and runs a hand through his unruly grimy hair. “Scared me there for a second. Thought I went all the trouble to buy a ring for nothing.” 

“I changed my mind.”

“Oh? You talked to Suguru and suddenly you got a change of heart? Tch. Men. Figures.” She still hasn’t let go of him, touch ever soft and gentle as she continues to run healing hands over him, pumping him with her reverse cursed technique and breathing life into him. “That’s fine, I suppose. The ring is still well within the 30-day return period anyway.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. What the hell? You think you’d get out of it that easily? Fat chance, lady. I just…” Satoru takes one of her hands in his. “I don’t want all the trimmings. Just ask me now, Shoko.”

“You sure? Infirmary’s full so we’re in the morgue right now, you know? So. Not very romantic. And neither of us has showered in days and I literally just put you back together. Are you—”

“I don’t care.” Satoru brings her hand up to his lips. “Shoko, I really don’t care.” A giddy smile spreads on his face and is mirrored by her even as she purses her lips to contain it. “Ask me now, Shoko.”

“Tch. So impatient. And to think I made all the reservations and ordered flowers too. I even had a speech typed up and memorized.”

“Oh, shut up. As if you did. Cut to the chase already, Ieiri.”

“Gojo Satoru, I’m giving you a lifetime pass to be a pain in my ass. So,” Shoko gets the velvet box from the pocket of her lab coat, ignores Satoru’s delighted crow of ‘Has that been there the whole time?!’, and smiles when he hears him gasp as she kneels on one knee in the infirmary’s linoleum floors. “Wanna get hitched?"

Satoru thinks about fooling around, of making a quip or two as he is wont to do.

But Shoko is kneeling on one knee and her hands are pink and red stained with his blood as she holds up the ring she had customized and infused with her cursed energy so everyone can know who Satoru belongs to. Her eyes are bloodshot and bruised, evidence of the long hours she spent breathing life back into him. There’s a tired but soft smile on her face, and she is so, so beautiful.

In the end, the only thing that came out of Satoru was a breathy ecstatic, “Yes.”

--

notes: satoru's ring | shoko's ring

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Currently thinking about bitties being adopted to complete certain tasks that are usually hard for humans, like reaching very narrow places or finding very tiny items. And once they're done, they get discarded like trash.

Imagine a bitty like a Cherry who is forced to do an extremely stress-inducing task. His anxiety is through the roof and he won't stop crying. He hates it, he can't do it, he wants to throw up, this ammount of stress is NOT healthy for his breed. Oh but Mommy promised a warm bed and yummy food after this, so maybe he can! Yes! He will do it for Mommy no matter how much this traumatizes him, because she loves him very much and she believes in him!!

Finally, he is done, and Little Cherry believes he's gonna get rewarded with a loving home and lots of cuddles from his new Mommy, he's so hungry too, so surely she will be glad to reward him with a little baked treat too! Mommy loves to bake and her treats smell delicious and super yummy! Mommy approaches little Cherry with a big smile on her face, he believes she must be sooo proud of him!! She gently takes one of his tiny bony arms, while Cherry looks at her with pure adoration in his eyes, and then....

*SNAP* Before he can even register it, she effortlessly snaps one of his arms in half like a toothpick. Cherry screams, of course. Oh god, it hurts so bad, its absolutely unbearable. The love and adoration in his eyes disappear and get replaced by confusion, panic and sheer terror. He's screaming and tears flood out of his eyes. He asks Mommy why she did that but she doesnt respond. Instead, before he can even pull his other arm away from her, she grabs it and yanks it off, making it pop off his arm socket and essentially leaving him arm-less.

Cherry screams like he's getting murdered. This ammount of stress can be lethal for his breed, but who cares, he's just a replaceable little piece of garbage. Just a tool Mommy bought because she needed some extra help. Since Cherry had done his job, he was now essentially useless to her and to the world in general. He was disposable.

All those promises of a loving home and yummy treats? just a simple tactic to get any bitty to willingly do unpleasant tasks for its owner, they always fall for it without fail, especially the weak, pathetic ones. Cherry is in so much pain. His arms are dusting at unbearably slow speed, he feels everything and needs it to stop. His face is now permanently stained red from his nonstop tears. His screams of agony are ear-piercing, but somehow Mommy doesn't seem bothered.

He begs Mommy to help him, he says he loves her and asks her why she is doing this if he did what she wanted. She doesn't respond, he's not even worth a simple answer. To her, he's simple, disposable trash no more valuable than a used napkin. She kicks him in one of his tiny legs and it snaps like a twig.

"NOOO- AAAAAAAAAA PLEASE MOMMY STOP IT HURTS, PLEASE HELP ME IT HURTS SO BAD, PLEASE I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU PLEASE IM SORRY"

She just laughs as she grabs him by the collar of his tiny red sweater, now stained with his tears, and takes him somewhere he cannot see. The position hurts his neck badly, it hurts. His entire body is in agonizing pain. He can't feel his leg or his now-dusted arms, however he can feel some empty gaps on his mouth where some of his teeth used to be, they probably fell off with all the hits he had taken by that point.

He began pissing himself like any other Cherry, as a built in survival tactic, hoping Mommy would pity his already pathetic nature and maybe spare his life. Thats just wishful thinking of course, because all that does is gross her out enough that she finally decides to toss him on some dirty dark alley, too far away from home or from any bitty shelter that could save him. Once Mommy tosses him, he hits the ground skull-first. Now his head spins and hurts as well.

She leaves the alley, her disappearing figure is probably one of the few things Cherry can make out before everything turns blurry. He cries once again, as the realization finally hits him a little too late. She never loved him, he was never gonna be adopted or loved, he was just a simple tool and a commodity to her. He had been abandoned and left to rot alone, dying slowly, bones broken irreparably, discarded like a piece of trash that is no longer of use. He was worthless.

The next morning, there's an extra pile of dust in that alley. But who cares, that's a common occurence anyways.

[little-svt]

GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF (small angst) | CHANNIE DAY

Wc: 620

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Surprise Party

It was nearly Chan’s birthday and you were so excited to celebrate with him. He always made the effort to make sure your own birthday was fun and you wanted to return the favour. You wanted to make sure your daddy knew just how special he was on his special day.

With the help of his hyungs, you had decided to throw him a surprise party. Even Seungcheol helped you pick out the perfect gift.

The day before his birthday, you were sitting in the living room at the coffee table. You were surrounded by the many colouring pens Chan had given you, happily colouring away in your animal colouring book.

“… and then uncle cheolie took me to the mall! It was so big and dere was soooo many people!”

Chan looked up from his phone, a wide smile on his face.

“Really? Did uncle Cheol take care of you?” He asked, reaching over to move some hair out of your face.

“Uh huh! He made sure I didn’t get lost.”

“Well that’s good, what did you do?” Chan asked. You put the lid back on your pen and turn to him, an excited smile on your face.

“We went to soooo many shops, Appa! We got balloons and banners and those things you pull and they go pop! They have the colourful thingies in…” You trailed off, trying to think of the word. Chan couldn’t help but tilt his head in confusion. Balloons? Banners?

Oh…

They were throwing him a party. He decided to not say anything, not wanting to upset you.

“You mean confetti baby?” He offered. You clap your hands and nodded as you rocked back and forth.

“Yes ‘fetti! It was so pwetty! And then we went to get some cookies cause we saw pwetty ones with cherry blossoms! I know it’s your favourite!” You exclaimed. Chan chuckled softly at your excitement and shook his head playfully.

“You know me so well baby.”

“Then uncle Cheolie took me to get you your present but I can’t tell you cause it’s a supwise….” You said, going quiet. Oh no! No, no, no, no! You weren’t supposed to tell him any of this! A pout began to form on your face and you could feel the tears start to pool in your eyes. “… I wuined it…”

Chan couldn’t help but chuckle at that and he shook his head. He moved off the couch to sit in front of you on the floor and he took your face in both of his hands. He gently wiped away your fallen tears and mimicked the pout you were sporting.

“Hey, you didn’t ruin anything silly. You just got a little excited and wanted to tell me about your fun day!” He said, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Jus’ wanted it to be special…” You said with a sigh. Chan smiled and he could feel his heart swell at your words.

“It will still be special baby because you and the boys planned it. And I know that you would have put sooo much effort into making it amazing because you have the biggest heart.” He told you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Don’t be so hard on yourself baby.”

You sniffed and moved to sit on your appa’s lap. “Pwomise you’re not mad?” You asked quietly. Chan gasped and placed a hand on his chest dramatically.

“Me…? Be mad at you? Never!” He replied, tickling your sides gently. You squirmed in his lap and giggled softly, pushing at his hands.

“Appa! Stop!” You giggled. “Will you pwomise me one more thing?”

“What is it?” He asked.

“Pwomise you’ll still pretend to be surprised?”

“I promise baby.”

🧸Endnote: Happy Birthday to our future of Kpop maknae Lee Chan! Gosh this man makes me so happy and giggly and I wish him the happiest birthday ever. He is the sweetest boy and never wants to see his baby sad or pouty. Eeeee I love Channie so much! 🥰🥰🥰 ~ 👑🐰💛

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[chattegeorgiana]

Hey Chatte hope all is well! I saw your special Narusakra comic and your most recent post on IG showing off the Crown of the Sun for Sakura. Can’t wait to read & see how she gets there. I saw a lot of awesome pieces for NarSaukra day so I want to thank you and the rest of the community for keeping it alive.

I have been rereading Kaika and the chapters 11-13 so far are my favorite. I’m excited to how you are going to make the aliens/gods work and to be honest you have done a better than the canon. As for everyone’s favorite snake sanin I’m interested to how he ends in the plot. While personally I didn’t care for him be a “good” guy in canon in the present. He will always be a creature of habit and self serving. So I’m excited. Also a headcannon I thought of regarding him and Shina’s Gen. He would be interested Shina the most compared to the U twins probably feed up with Uchilas in general. Also given the fact that he probably shoot’s himself for overlooking Naruto and Sakura originally for the more polished product in Sauake. Shina also looking and sharing personality with Minmato would be funny because he would take as Minmato ghost coming back and trolling him. Best part is Shina would have no idea how much his presence would be triggering for him lol.

One last point it’s a little something I wanted to share with you. So I used to live in this suburb next to Newark NJ, USA and in Newark there is this section called Forest Hills. This neighborhood is famous for two reasons one is its old fashion mansions and Branch Brooke Park, which has over 5,000 Japanese cherry blossoms trees planted there. They have their own cherry blossoms festival and everything.

Hiii dear, welcome back again to my inbox!

Glad to hear you liked the NaruSaku special and Sakura's Crown of the Sun art.

To be honest, can't wait to get there myself. I have sooo many interesting ideas about how she gets it. Too many even, lol. I finally got to understand what other writers were meaning when they said you will get to discard some ideas at some point.

In the beginning I was like naa, I won't be doing that. But with time the ideas developed so much, that I see no other way than to drop a few from the beginning or better said, reform some of them to fit the new, updated idea lol.

Also thank you for your kind words. It is my pleasure, and many other artists, I'm sure, to keep the community alive.

After all, it's just pure love for them and that's it. We're free of the shackles of canon, so yay for us!

Now, to get back to Kaika.

First of all, thank you once again for your compliments! I'm so happy to see you liked what - at least - I'm trying to do there with the Otsutsukis.

I believe that the idea with them was not bad. It's the execution that's problematic, imo. That's why I tried to take a different route with them, while still referencing the canon element. I will be referencing a lot of elements from the OG franchise, because I do like the idea. I just don't like the execution.

As for Orochimaru well... We have a here saying in my country that says the wolf changes its fur, but not its habits.

What I can say is that, that's what I'll follow. Narratively as well.

Because like you said, deep down, he's a creature of habit. Habits are our second nature. That's why it's not that easy to change one self and you first gotta change your habits.

In OG it is shown to us that Oro didn't actually changed his habits at all, he is just being let loose. Which narratively makes so little sense?

You tell me that the man who basically put in motion everything that we've been witnessing along the path of Naruto manga, is just going to be left to do whatever he wants because... he's a necessary evil?

That's not how you act with the necessary evil. You don't let it loose and just barely keep him under supervision, imo.

If anything, he's a "joker" type of character. You never know when he's gonna pop off the box to scare ya away with some machiavellian ploy.

As for your headcanon of him and Shina, well, there is a common element in there that we have. I can't say that he's fed-up with the Uchihas (after all, Uchihas were his obsession), but...

I have a certain idea in mind about the path I have with him and him overlooking Naruto & Sakura's family, generally, because well, Sakura Haruno doesn't come from any prestigious clan that could benefit his pursuits, right?

And yet, surprise-surprise, the ones you least expect are the ones who get to bring the biggest turnarounds.

The thing is, I have two routes I want to take with him in terms of his eventual demise and I'm undecided on which side to go with, lol.

One involved him and Tsunade and was kinda dramatic, and the other one involves NaruSaku family, ironically. So I really don't know which way to go.

Because all this will be happening in Kaika Shinsei's timeline, which I am yet to settle.

I guess I'll see after I finish writing Saisei how things evolve until then, so that'll probably help me decide.

And WOOW, thank you so much for sharing that piece of info with me?! I ADORE cherry blossoms.

I grew-up with them and other types of blossoms, so for me, spring blossoms, especially cherry ones, are very special.

Actually the city where I moved has some parks filled with

I dream of travelling to Japan one day and live the original cherry blossoms season experience. But until then I enjoy the wanna-be one from here haha.

ANyway, thanks once again for the ask. Hope you have an amazing rest of your time today/tonight. <3