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ππ ππ ππππππ, π’ππ ππππβπ ππππππ’ ππππ ππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ πππππ. ππππ ππππ πππ’, π’πππ ππππππ’ππππ, π·ππ πππππ ππππβπ ππππ πππππππππ ππππππ. ππ ππππ π ππππ ππππππ π ππ π ππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππ πππ π’ππ, ππππ ππππππ ππ π ππ, ππ πππ πππππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ, ππππππ πππππππ.
π³πππππππ πππ ππ π ππππ πππ’ ππππ ππππ πππππ π·π» πππππππ ππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππ ππππππ, π’ππ ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ πππ πππππππππ πππ ππ πππ πππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ πππ π’πππ πππππππ πππππππ πππππππ. π±ππππππ π’πππ πππππ, π πππππ π’πππ πππ, πππ ππππ πππππππ ππππππ ππ πππππππ ππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππ π½πΏπ².
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πππππ π’ππ ππππππ π’πππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ, π’ππ ππππ πππππ’πππππ π ππππ π πππ πππ π πππ πππ π’πππ ππππππ πππππππ ππ ππππ π ππππππ πππππππ. βπππππ’ π±ππ’,β π’ππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππππππππ ππ ππππ’ ππ, βπππππππ’ πππππβ.β
πππ ππππ’ ππππ ππ πππππ πππππ πππ π πππ βπππππππ’β πππ ππππ ππ‘πππππ’ π πππ ππ πππππ. π·ππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ’ππ ππππππ ππ, πππ ππ ππππππ, ππππ ππππ π πππ πππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ πππππ π’πππ πππ. ππππππ’ ππ π πππππβπ ππ ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ πππππ π ππ πππππ. π·π π ππ ππππ π ππππ πππ’. π·π π ππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ. π°πππ-πππππππ-ππππππ.
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πππ ππππππ π’πππ ππππ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ. πππ πππππππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ’ πππ ππ π’ππ π πππππππ πππ ππππ ππππ. π° ππππ-ππππ-ππππππππ, "ππππ?" πππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππ, πππππ πππππ πππ πππ.
πΈπ π ππ ππππππππππ. π±ππ π πππ π’ππ ππππππ ππ π ππππππ π ππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ, π’πππ ππ’ππ π πππ πππ ππ π πππππ πππππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππ.
βπΏπππ πππππππ. πΌπππππππππ ππππ ππ ππ,β π πππ πππ πππππ’ πππππ πππππππππ. πππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππ, ππ’ππ πππππππππ ππ ππππ πππ πππππ πππππ πππππππ ππ π πππππππ-ππ ππππ’ ππππ ππππππππ π πππ π ππππ πππ ππππ ππππ βππ’ππππ.β ππ πππππππ, π πππππππππππ’ πππππππ ππππ π πππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ. π²πππππππ πππ ππππ, πππππ. πΏππππ ππππ ππππ π πππ ππππππ πππππ ππππππππππ ππππ, πππππ.
ππππ ππ’ππ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππππ πππ, ππππππππ πππβ¦ πππππππ? π·π ππππππ πππ π ππ π’ππ π πππ π πππ π’ππ πππππ ππππ’ ππππππ π πππ πππππππ πππππππ ππππππ. πΈπ π ππ π πππππππππ ππππππππ. π·π π ππ π πππππππππ ππππππππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ'π ππ‘ππππππ.
βππππ, ππππ,β π’ππ ππππ πππππππποΏ½οΏ½πππ’ πππ ππππ. ππ’ππππ'π ππ’πππππ ππππππ ππππππππ’, πππ πππ πππππ ππ ππππππ ππ π ππππππππ ππππππ ππ πππππππππ ππππππ ππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ πππ πππππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ, ππππππππ πππ πππππππ.
βππ, ππ, π’ππ πππππ πππ ππ ππ ππ?β¦β ππ πππππ, πππππ ππππππππ πππ. ππππ πππ’ππππππππ ππππππ πππππ, πππ π’ππ πππππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ’. πππ πππππππ π πππ πππππ, ππππππ£πππ π’ππ'ππ ππππ ππππππππ πππππ ππππ π ππππππππ ππππ, ππππ πππππππ ππ πππ. ππππππβπ ππ πππ πππππ ππππ, πππ ππππ, π’ππ π πππ ππ ππππβπ ππππππ πππππ πππ .
βπ-π’πππ, πππππ, ππππ,β π’ππ πππππππππ. πππ ππππ π ππππ ππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ ππ π’ππ πππππππ πππππ ππ πππ πππ ππ. π·π πππππππππππ’ πππ ππ ππππππ£π ππππ π’ππ π πππ πππ πππππ’ ππ π ππ ππ ππ πππππππ πππππππ ππππππ. ππ’ππππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππ, πππππππππ’ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ . πππ ππππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ π’ππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππππ πππ, ππππππππ’ πππππππ ππ π’πππππππ.
π²ππππππππ πππ πππππππππππ π’πππ ππππ, π’ππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ π ππβ ππ ππ ππ πππ πππππ ππππ π’πππ πππππππ ππππ, ππππππ’ πππππππππππ ππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππππππππ πππππ ππππ. πππ πππππ πππππππ.
πππ π ππππππ πππ ππ ππ π πππππ πππ π π’πππ ππππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππππππ, ππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ ππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ’.
ππππππ ππππ πππ πππ‘π’ ππππ πππππ π’ππ πππππππππ’ ππ‘πππππππππ, π’ππ πππππ πππππ’ πππ πππ πππ ππ πππππ ππ π’οΏ½οΏ½π π πππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππππ .
π·ππ πππππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ π ππ πππ’πππ ππ π πππππ’ ππππππππ. πππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππππ π ππππ ππππ π ππ πππ πππππ π πππ πππ ππππ πππππ ππππππππ πππ π πππ ππππ. πππ ππππππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ π ππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ πππππππππππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ.
πππ π πππππππ π ππππ πππ ππππ’ πππππ πππππ ππ ππ ππππ’ ππππ ππππ ππ πππππ. πππππ'π π πππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππ π’ππ π πππππ π πππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππ πππππππ πππ π£ππππππ πππ πππ ππππππππ.
π·ππ ππππππππππ π πππ'π ππππππππππππ, ππππππππππππ πππ πππππππππ’ πππ ππππππππππππ ππ’ πππ’ πππππ. π±ππ ππ οΏ½οΏ½π πππ πππ πππ ππππ π ππ πππ ππππ πππππ? πππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ’ππ ππππ ππ ππππππ’ ππππ ππππ ππππππππππ πππ ππππππππ’ π’ππ π πππ πππππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππ πππ.
ππ’ππππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ’ π πππ ππππππππ πππππππππ’, ππππ πππ πππππππ πππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ πππ πππππππππ π’ππ ππππππππ ππππ π ππππ πππ π πππ πππππ π’ππ πππππ ππ ππππππππ.
π·π ππππππ πππ πππππ ππ π ππππ ππππππππππ’, πππππππ ππ ππ‘ππππππππππππ πππππ ππ’π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ ππ π’ππ. π°ππππππππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ, ππ πππππππ’ πππππ, βπΊππππππ?β
πππ ππππππ πππππ, π’ππ'ππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ, πππππ'π π’ππ? πππ'π ππππ ππππππππ πππππ, ππππππππ ππππππ πππππππ πππ π πππ πππ πππππππππππ’ ππππππ πππ ππππβππππππ π΄π‘ππππππππππ.
πΌπ’, ππππ πππ ππππππ’ ππππππβ¦
πΈπ'π ππππ π π ππππ πππππ π’ππ'ππ πππ π ππππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ, πππ π’πππ π’ππ ππππ ππππππππππ’ ππππππ ππππ ππππππππ’ πππ π πππππππ π³πΉ πππππππ. ππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ. π±ππ ππππ πππππ, ππ'π πππ ππππ π’ππ ππ‘ππππππ π ππππ πππ ππ π ππππ ππ ππ ππππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ πππ πππ£πππ π’ππ ππ ππππ π πππππ πππ ππππππ ππππππ.
π½π, π’ππ ππ‘ππππππ ππππ πππ πππ’ π πππ ππππππππ ππππππ, ππππ πππππππππ ππππππππ πππ ππππππππππππ π±.πΎ. ππ ππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ'π πππ πππ ππππ πππ. πππ πππππ ππ ππππππ π’πππππππ πππ πππππ πππππ πππππππ π’ππ πππππ π ππππ'π πππππ ππππππ, ππππππππππ’.
βπ°πππππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ,β π’ππ ππππ πππ, π πππ π’πππ ππππππππ π πππ πππππ. πππ ππππππ ππππ πππ, πππ’πππ ππ ππππ π’πππππππ πππ’ππππ πππππππππππππ. π°π π’ππ π πππππ ππππ πππ πππππππ, π’ππ πππππππ ππππ ππ ππ’ππππ. "πππππ’ πππ πππ ππππ," π’ππ ππππππ ππππππ-ππ-ππππππ’ ππ ππ π’ππ ππππ'π ππ‘ππππ πππ’πππ ππ ππππ ππππ. π°π ππ π’ππ ππππ'π ππππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ‘πππ πππππππ.
π΄πππππ π ππ’, π’ππ ππππ πππππ ππππ-πππππππππ πππππ π’πππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππ ππππ-ππ ππππ πππ πππππππππππ-π’πππ πππππππ πππππππ πππ-ππππππππππ. ππππ π ππ π’πππ π ππ’ ππ ππππ πππ ππ, ππ’ πππ’πππ ππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ π ππππ ππ 'ππππππ πππππ πππ ππππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ’'. ππ πππππ. ππ ππππ. ππππ π πππποΏ½οΏ½ππ.Β
ππππππ, ππ’ππππ πππππππ ππ π ππ πππππππππ. πΈπ ππππππ’ πππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππππ πππππ πππππ πππ ππππππ’ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππ-πππππππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππ. πππ πππ π’πππ ππππππ π ππππ πππ. π·π π πππβπ πππππ ππ πππππππ ππ ππππππ.
πππ π πππ πππππππππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππ. π·π ππππππ’ ππππππππ, πππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππππππππ π πππ πππ ππππππππ. "π³ππ'π π ππππ’ πππππ ππ. πΈ'ππ ππππ π ππππ." π·π πππππππππ π’ππ π πππ π πππππ ππππππππ, πππππ£ππ. πΈπ ππππ'π ππππ.
πππ ππππππ ππ πππ π ππππππ πππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ πππππππ- π ππππππ πππππππ- πππ πππππππ’ πππ‘ππ ππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππππ πππππππ πππ ππ πππ π ππ’. πππππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ ππ ππ‘ππππ π’πππππππ ππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππππ , π’ππ ππππ π ππππ πππ ππ ππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ.
"ππ, π πππ ππ‘πππππ’ πππ π’ππ ππππππππππ πππ πππππ’?" π’ππ ππππππππ, πππ’πππ ππ ππππππ ππ π ππππππππππππ ππ ππ πππππππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππ ππ π’πππ πππππππ. πππ π πππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ’ ππππππππππ πππππππ π ππ’ πππ ππππ ππ ππππππππππ ππππππππππ ππππ ππ ππππππ πππππ’ πππππ πππππ? ππππ πππ πππ πππ πππ’πππ? πΆπππ, ππππ πππππ ππ π ππππ.
"πΏπππ πππππππππππ. πΌπππππππππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ' ππππππ π πππ ππππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ," ππ’ππππ ππ‘ππππππ, πππ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππ‘ππππππ πππ πππππ πππ ππππππππ. ππππ πππππ’ ππππ πππ πππ πππππππ πππ πππ ππ π ππ π’ππππ πππ πππππ’ππππ’ ππππ'π πππππππ. π΅ππππππππ.
"πππ πππ πππ’ ππππππππ?"
πππ πππππ π’πππ ππππ, πππππππ π ππππ. βπ½πππ," π’ππ πππππππ, πππππππ πππ 'π'. "π·ππππβπ ππππ π ππππππ ππππ ππ’ πππππ πππππ πππ πΈ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π½ππ π ππππππ πππ.β
π·π πππππππ ππ ππππππ πππππππππ ππ πππππ, πππ ππππ π πππππ ππ πππππππππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ. πΈπ'π πππ ππ πππ πππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ'ππ ππππππ ππ π ππππππ πππππ ππππππππ πππ πππ π’ππ ππππ πππππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ π πππ'π πππ πππππ. ππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππ'π πππππ πππ ππππ πππ. π±ππππ πππ ππ’ ππππππ πππ πππππππ’ πππππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππ.
βπππππ?β ππ’ππππ πππππππποΏ½οΏ½π ππ ππ πππ πππ ππππ πππ π ππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππ. π·π ππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ πππππππ π πππ ππ’ πππ ππππ. π·π ππππππ πππ π πππ ππππ πππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ π’ππ ππππβπ ππππππ’ ππππππππ£π. π·πβπ πππ π πππππ πππβ¦ π’ππ οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½ππππππ πππ ππ πππ π’ππ πππππππ π ππππππ ππππ.
βπΌπ’ πππππ’.β πππ ππππ, ππππππ πππππππ πππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ, ππ π ππ πππ πππβ¦ ππ π ππ πππ ππππ .
ππ’ππππ ππππππ, ππππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ’.
βππππβ¦ πππππ’?β π·π ππππππππ, ππππ ππ’ πππππππ πππ ππ’ππ ππ ππππ π’ππππ. πππ ππ‘ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππ π ππ ππππ ππ πππππππ, ππ ππππππ πππππ π πππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ πππ£π. πππππ π ππ π πππππ ππ πππππππππ, πππ ππππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ’ πππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ.
π·ππ ππ’ππ πππππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ π ππππ , πππππππππ ππππππ. π·π ππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ ππ π’πππ πππ, ππππ πππ π ππ πππ πππππππ π ππππ π’ππ ππππ ππ πππππππ.
βπ²ππ, πΈ ππππ,β π’ππ πππππ ππ πππππππ’ π πππ ππ πππππππ πππ π ππππππ ππ π’πππ π ππππ. πΆππ π ππππ ππ π’πππππππ, ππππ.
Β βππ πππβ¦ πππππβπ ππ?β ππ πππππ, ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ. πππππ π ππ ππππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ. πππ π ππππ'π ππππ ππ ππ'π πππππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππ πππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππ πππ πππππππ π ππ πππ π·ππ πππππ. βππππ πππππ π ππβπ ππππ ππ, πππ ππβππ πππππ ππππππππ’ ππ πππππππππβ,β ππ ππππππ, πππππππ’. πΈπ π ππ πππ π·ππ πππππ.
πππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ, ππππππππ π ππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ πππππππ’ ππ πππππππ. πππ πππππ πππ π ππ πππππ πππππππ. ππππ ππ‘ πππππ πππππππ ππ, π·ππ πππππ πππ πππππ π πππ π’πππ πππ πππ π’ππ'π ππ πππ πππ πππ. πππππππ π’ππ π πππππ ππ πππ πππ ππ πππ π ππ πππππππ πππππ’.
πΈπ π ππ ππππ πππ π ππ’ πππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ πππ π’ππ π πππ πππππππ ππ ππππππ πππ πππ ππππππ π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ π πππ π’πππ πππππ‘ ππππππ. ππππ π ππππ π ππππ ππππππ , ππ π ππ ππππ’ πππππ.
βπ½π ππππππ, ππβπ πππππ ππ’ πππ. π³ππππβπ ππππ πππππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππππ’, πππ ππβπ πππ πππππ ππ ππ πππ πππππππ, πππ’π ππ’,β πππ ππ‘πππππππ π πππ π πππ’ πππππ, ππππππππ’ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ’. ππππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππππ πππ πππ ππ’ππ ππππππ ππ οΏ½οΏ½ππ.
πππππ π ππ πππππππππ πππππ πππ πππππππππ’ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ πππ π π’πππ πππππ. πΈπ π ππ π ππ’ππ ππ πππππππππ π’ππ π ππππ'π ππππππππππ ππ. π»πππ ππ ππππ'π π πππ ππ ππππ π πππππ ππ ππππ ππ π ππ πππ’πππ ππ πππ ππππππ π’ππ.
π·ππ ππ ππππ πππππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ ππππ? π»πππ ππ π ππ ππππππππππ π’ππ ππ πππ ππππ? πππ π πππ ππππππππ’ πππππππππ ππ. πππ π πππ ππππππππ’ πππππ πππππππ π’πππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππ ππππππππ.
βπΆπππ πππ’, πΈ πππππ,β ππ ππππππππ πππππππ’, ππππππππ πππ π πππ π πππ πππππππ ππππππππππ’. "πΌπππ ππ π πππ-πππππππ."
"πΆπππ πππ’ ππππππ," π’ππ πππππππππ, πππ πππ π ππππ πππππππ ππππ π’πππ πππππ π πππ ππ ππππππππππ ππππππ’ ππππ. πΈπ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππ π’πππ πππππππ πππππππ πππππ πππ , ππππ πππππππππ’ πππ πππ πππππ.
ππ ππππ π’πππ πππππππππππππ, π’ππ ππππππ πππ π πππ ππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππππππ πππππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ π πππ π ππππ πππππ πππππππ πππ πππππ. πππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππ πππππ πππ ππππππππ π πππ π’πππ πππππ-π ππππππππ πππππ π’ππ πππππ πππππ πππππ-ππππππ ππ ππππππ πππ πππππππ ππ πππππ ππππππ’ ππ’ππ ππππππππ π’ππ. ππ πππππ πππ π’ππ ππ.
πππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππππ π ππππ π πππ π’ππ πππππ ππ ππππππππππ’ π πππ πππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππ. ππ’ππππ ππππππππ πππππ, πππ πππππ πππππππ ππππππππππ πππππππ π’πππ ππ’ππππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ’ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ. π·π πππππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ ππ π ππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ πππππππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππ πππ ππ. πππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππ’ππ ππππ π’ππ πππππππ ππππ ππ π πππ π ππ ππππππ ππππππππππ πππ ππππππ ππ ππππ. πΈπ π ππ πππ’πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ. πππ π πππππ ππ ππππ ππππ.
πππ ππππππππππ πππππππ ππ π π ππππ ππππππ π ππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ π πππ π’ππ πππππππ ππ πππππ πππ πππππππ. βππ, πππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ-ππππ, ππ ππ ππ ππππ π ππππ πππ?β π’ππ πππππ πππ, πππππππππ’ πππππππ.
π·π ππππππ ππ π’ππ, ππ’ππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ , πππ ππ πππππππ π πππππ πππππ. βπ½ππ, ππβπ ππππ π πππ’ πππ. πΈ ππππ οΏ½οΏ½ππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ ππ ππππ’ πππ πππππ.β πΏπππππ ππππβπ πππππππ’ πππ πππ πππππ πππ’πππππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππππ ππππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ π πππ ππ ππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππππππππ ππ πππ π’ππ ππππ ππππππππ πππ ππ π πππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππ ππππ ππππ .Β
πππ π ππππππ π πππ πππππππππππ ππ ππ πππππ π πππ πππππππ πππππππ π’πππ πππππππ. π·ππ πππππ π πππ ππππππππππππ’ ππππππ π πππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππππ πππ πππππ’πππ πππ πππππππππππ. πΈπ π ππ π ππππππ ππππππππ£πππ ππ π ππππ ππππππππ’. πππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ πππππππ πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ πππ π’πππ ππ’ππ ππ πππππ ππ π ππππππππ ππππ: πππ ππππ π πππ ππππ‘ππ πππ ππππππππ π πππ πππππ’ ππππππππ ππ ππππ. π·ππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ π πππ πππππ π πππ ππππ πππππππ. π°ππ ππππ πππππ π ππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ.Β
ππ’ππππ π ππ πππππππ π’ππ ππ πππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππ πππππ πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ. π° ππππ ππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππ. πππππππππ ππππ π ππ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππππ πππππππ ππππππππ ππππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π ππ πππππππ ππ π πππππππππππ πππππππππππ’ πππ πππππππ ππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ ππππ. π΄πππ ππ ππ π ππ ππππ’ πποΏ½οΏ½π π πππππ. π΄πππ ππ ππ π ππ ππππππ’ πππ’πππππ ππ πππ.
πππ ππ’ππππππππ πππππ’ πππ π’ππ ππ’πππ ππ ππππ π πππ ππ‘πππππ’ ππ π ππ ππππ ππππ πππ βππππ’ πππ πππππβ. πππ ππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππππ ππππ? πππ ππ π±πππππ? π° ππππ ππππππ? π° ππππ? πΎπ π πππ π’ππ ππππππππππππ ππππππ ππππ πππππ? βπ²πππ ππ πππππ π πππ πππ πππππ?β
"πΌππ’ππ ππππ πππππ ππππ," πππ ππ πππ πππππ πππππ π πππ. "π±ππ πππ πππ , πππ'π πππππ ππ ππππππβ π’πππ ππππ ππ πππππ," ππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ, ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππππππ πππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ πππ π ππππ.
πππ πππ πππ ππππ ππππ. π³ππππππ πππ πππππππ ππ ππ πππππππ πππ π’πππ πππππππ πππ, ππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ πππ. πππ ππππ πππππ ππ π ππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ πππ‘π ππππ πππ, ππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ ππππππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππππ, πππππ πππ ππ ππππππππππ πππ πππππ πππ ππ πππ.
ππ’ππππ πππππ πππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ πππ π’ππ ππ πππ ππ πππππ ππππ ππ‘ππππππ, ππππππππππ π’πππ πππππ πππππππππ.
βοΏ½οΏ½πππππππ,β ππ ππππ ππππππ’ ππ π πππ , ππππππ π ππππππ ππππ. π·π π ππ ππππππππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππ , πππππππ πππ π ππ π’ππ. π·ππ πππ£π πππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππ’ππ ππ π’πππ ππππ πππ ππππ, ππππ π ππππππππ πππ£πππ ππ πππ ππππ’. βπΆππππ πππππ ππ πππππ πππ‘π,β ππ πππππππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ πππππ, ππ πππππ π’ππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ. π·π πππππππ ππππ, ππππ πππππππ, πππππππ πππ πππππππππ π’ππ π πππππ ππ ππππ. πΎπ ππππππ ππ πππ.
ππππ πππ ππππ π πππ πππππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ. πΎππ ππ πππ ππππ’ πππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ π πππππ ππ ππ ππππππππππππ, ππππππππππ, πππ ππππ ππππππππππ’ ππππππππππππ πππ π ππ πππ π ππ’ ππ πππ π πππππ ππ ππππππ π’ππ ππππππ πππ ππ ππππππππ.
πππ πππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ, πππ ππ π ππ ππππππππ ππ ππππ πππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ’ π ππ πππππππππππ’ πππππππππ πππ ππ πππ ππ π ππππ. π·π ππππππ ππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ πππ πππππππππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππ ππ π ππ π’ππ, ππππππ πππππ’πππππ πππ πππππππ ππππππ’ πππ’πππππ πππ π’ππ, πππ πππ ππππ ππππππ, π’ππ ππππβπ ππππ π’πππππππ πππππππ ππ ππ’. πππ ππππβπ ππππ π’πππππππ πππππππ ππππ πππ.
ππππ πππππ ππππππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππππππππ ππ ππππππππ ππ’π πππππππ, πππππππππππ πππ πππ πππππππππππ πππ. π±ππππππ π’πππ ππππ π ππ π πππ ππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππ.
βπ³ππ π πππ ππππ,β π’ππ ππππππππππ, πππππππ. ππππ πππππ π ππ ππππππ π ππππππππππ π ππππππ ππ πππππ πππ. ππππ πππππππ ππππ π ππ ππππβΒ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ’ππ ππππ πππππππππ π ππππππππ ππππ, π ππππ π’ππ ππππππβπ πππππ. πΎπ π ππππ π’ππ ππππβπ π πππ ππ ππππππππ ππππππ.
ππππ π ππππππ, ππππππππ πππππππ, ππ ππππ πππ π πππππ ππππβ π πππ πππππ πππππ πππ ππππππππππ πππππ ππππ πππππππππππ πππππππ π ππππππ ππ ππππππβΒ πππππππππ πππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ’. βπ°ππππ π’ππ,β ππ πππππππ ππ π ππππππ ππππππππ πππππ. π°ππ π’ππ ππππ πππ π ππ’.
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Hello! It's one of my first times asking for something, so forgive me if it seems strange or if I spell something wrong! Feel free to ignore this too!
I was looking at your Jjk list and realized that our beautiful boy Yuuji doesn't have a story there yet, so I had an idea!
something like Itadori and Reader (gn or male) were in a fight together, and Sukuna ends up appering to deal with the whole situation, and as a result, he ends up hurting the reader on purpose to bother Yuuji, so he is left feeling very bad and guilty , so ends up βignoringβ reader, because he keep blaming himself
I only thought until this part (srry), I would like an ending with something cute and fluff ig? ππ (i like angst with a happy ending)
WEREN'T WE THE STARS IN HEAVEN?
pairing: itadori yuuji x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angst word count: 758
warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, poorly written fight scene
notes: thank you so much !! i hope you like it :)) split this into two parts to make it easier to write lol, possibly ooc sukuna but i did my best, title from adrianne lenker - anything
part 02 here !!
shibuya is empty. desolate, even. eerily so. even after spending only a few months in tokyo, ITADORI YUUJI had grown accustomed to the noise. the bustling crowds and noisy tourists had become commonplace - almost a comfort at the end of a long night. if nothing else, at least the people were safe.Β
until they werenβt.Β
your lungs burn as you race through the remains of shibuya station. the walls are splattered with a mixture of blood and curse remains. there are no longer complaints from people about being trapped inside of the station. there are no longer stray groans from mahitoβs transformed humans. there are no longer screams of terror.Β
you feel sick.
you force yourself to run faster when you see a figure standing in the distance, near what remains of the bathrooms. water seeps across the tiles from nearby, probably damaged in the midst of a fight. βyuuji!β
he doesnβt have a visible reaction. your footsteps slow to a stop as you take in the sight of him. his clothes are ripped and tattered but there are no visible injuries on his body. beneath the flickering lights above, you can just barely make out the blood stains littering his clothing.
βyuuji?βΒ
he turns to face you, smirking over his shoulder. you take a step backwards, shoes slipping on a puddle of water on the floor. thereβs a dark glint in his eyes - one that youβve never seen before. βnot anymore.β
βsukuna,β your breath hitches.Β
he frowns, mockingly pouting as he begins walking towards you. βthatβs not how you should address your lord.β
anger flares in your chest. your hands curl into fists, nails digging into your palms. you grit your teeth, aiming towards sukunaβs jaw as you swing.Β
he evades it easily, languidly pushing his hands into his pockets. βiβm hurt, y/n,β he mocks. βi canβt believe you would hit your own boyfriend.β
βshut up!β another swing. another miss.
sukuna laughs. he watches you with amusement; like youβre an ant beneath his foot heβs pushing around just for the sake of his own entertainment.Β
heβs fast. almost faster than your own reflexes. your punches only ever meet air as he dances around you. βdoes it bother you?β sukuna asks. his breath ghosts against your ear as he leans in. βknowing that yuujiβs power comes from a curse. does it scare you?β
you swallow your insults, instead focusing your attention on aiming your punches at the right time. he frowns. βignoring me now? that wonβt do.β
sukuna raises his leg, swiftly landing a hit against your side. youβre barely given time to react before your body slams into the wall.Β
the pain comes hard and fast. itβs agonizing. it feels like youβre on fire. every part of your body begs you to give up; to lay down and crumble into a ball on the ground. but you canβt. you wonβt.Β
blood pools in your mouth, dripping down the corners of your lips. debris surrounds you. you can feel pieces of rock and concrete digging into your hands as you push yourself up onto your hands and knees.
your attempts are quickly ripped away when sukuna kicks your side once again. you land on your back this time, staring up at the ceiling through blurry vision. your head aches.Β
βpathetic human.β sukuna smirks over you. the heel of his boot digs into your chest, pushing your body down further into the rubble. your eyes flutter shut. if youβre going to die, youβre not going to give sukuna ryomen the satisfaction of being the last thing you see.Β
the force of sukunaβs weight forces a weak cough out of your lungs. he raises his foot once again before he pauses, humming to himself. βi wonder what the brat would think of this.β
time seems to still as your consciousness begins to slip. you can feel yourself growing weaker. your breaths are shallower. itβs harder to get air into your lungs. your racing heartbeat has also slowed. it no longer pounds loudly in your ears. instead, a dull ringing has replaced the noise.
nothing feels real. yuuji is yelling your name. heβs on his knees; his face hovers over you.Β
yuuji looks different. the black marks across his skin have disappeared, leaving only pale skin behind. hands that have the power to snap bones and destroy buildings are gentle as they cup your cheeks. he wipes away blood and dust and tears.
βyuuji,β you whisper. at least, you try to. and then-
the world goes black.Β
shibuya is empty.
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Sukuna finds a strange creature in the forest and decides to bring it home
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cw: breeding, choking, overstim
satoru gojo who . . . loves to have you ontop of him. not so you can do all the work, no. quite the opposite.Β
two thick and and warm hands occupying your body,Β Β lenghty and skilled fingers curled around your throat whilst his other hand delicately traced nβ swirled his initials into your aching clit. you didnβt know what you wanted to do, grind your slicked cunt onto his fingers or slink down onto the 8 inches your greedy pussy was already creaming on whinily. eitherway, satoru had it so you couldnβt escape. suffocated, β trapped β in the overstimulation he provided to you. and thatβs how he wanted it.Β
he kept you trapped against his broad and fit body, your smaller frame daintily arched whilst he fucked his cock into you. fingers squeezing deliciously around your neck. you couldnβt think about anything other than how you could feel him in your stomach. and he could tell. hell, heβs almost as gone as you. watching his length hitting deep enough to create a plush bulge in your tummy was something he didnβt know he needed to see until now. airy, shakey moans hitting the back of your ear with an occasional teasing strip being licked that made you shiver. breathlessly giggling in your ear when he feels you almost impossibly tighten up and twitch around him. almost painfully so, though, it only adds to his stimulation. whiny masochistic giggles slipping out more nβ more.Β Β
βaheh..f-fuck..β he groans, his hips stuttering for a second before his pace picks up. deeper this time. trying to sink all of him into you at once, and god was it a tight fit. his hand moving from your clit to your pelvis to fuck up deeper into you had you breathless. a mewl ripping from your throat, it was like you could feel him there, too.Β Β βss-satoruu βs too much, - too muchh..β you whine, and you barely get that out. through gasps or sniffles, you canβt tell. itβs too fucking good and heβs too fucking deep. blinded by your mostly shut eyes in overstimulation, the sliver of your sight brimming with tears and pleasure. βyea ? too much fβya baby?β he encourages. cooβs, even. knowing he wonβt slow down, too in love with overstimmulating your slutty cunt till youβre nothing but a twitchy mess. and you knew it too. βcmonngh, yβcan take it for me-oh-.. fuck- r-right pretty baby?β he practically whined in your ear, lengthy need twitching inside, nudging and hitting what feels like your cervix. you weakly moaned a pretty βyeah, toruβ-β
and you could feel him twitching inside you, defined hips sloppyily bucking up into you whilst he began messily pressing kisses to the back of your ear, moaning lewdly and unabashedly, knowing how much you loved it. fucked out smiled pressed to the back of your neck. whilst he gives your puffy cunt a little slap punishingly, grabbing your attention in your fucked out state, making you throb against his hand. your slick lingering on his fingers as he fucking whines hard into you ear. βso fuckinβ wet fβme , huh?β he speaks, voiced wracked with trembles. βyβknow, starting to think yβlike me stretching you out, babyβ¦β he mocked, eyes trying to avoid rolling back into his head, he dosent want to miss any view you give him, but it was getting hard. βbut wha did i tellβyou? keep your attention on me, βpretty ..β he purred against you.Β
he didnβt know how he was gonna continue his punishment without driving himself insane inside your tight cunt.
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a long nap
their reactions when you take a long nap and don't reply to them
includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge
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next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who really didnβt think the date through, as he now has to figure out who will watch yuji during the weekend. if the scenario were different, he wouldβve asked you, but since youβre the one heβs taking out, he canβt. he thinks he should cancel it and plan it out better but doesnβt want you to think heβs careless or impulsive, so he plans a romantic dinner at home. that way, he can still keep his word and watch yuji at the same time.
next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who thinks a romantic date at home is a dinner in his backyard, decorated with fairy lights, flowers that yuji picked from the garden as the centerpiece, and the most expensive wine sukuna could afford. to say he wasnβt nervous would be a lie. he spent a good 30 minutes purging his closet because he wasnβt sure if wearing a suit was too much or not. yuji sat on his bed, watching his uncle/dad show him potential outfit choices, facepalming and shaking his head at every single one until sukuna finally decided to wear the suit.
next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who hasnβt felt this nervous in his life at all. he sits on the couch with yuji as they watch spongebob, his heart pounding as he glances at the clock above the tv. biting his nails nervously, he starts to think you wonβt show up. just as those thoughts begin to consume him, the doorbell rings. both his and yujiβs heads shoot up as they look at each other before he gets off the couch and makes his way to the door, silently praying that wearing a suit wasnβt too much. but when he opens the door and sees you standing there in a pink sundress, he swears heβs fallen in love at the mere sight of you. quickly clearing his throat, he greets you. βglad you could make it,β he says, trying his best to maintain his usual nonchalant and snarky attitude. but the way youβre smiling at himβit could melt an iceberg, let alone him.
next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who is about to say something else as he walks behind you while you make your way into the house when yuji runs up to you and hugs your lower legs. βms. l/n!β he says excitedly. sukuna watches the scene in front of him with heart eyes, feeling a warmth he hasnβt felt in a long time. the way yuji loves you fills him with so much happiness, especially knowing how much youβve been there for them during these hard times. yuji grabs your hand and tells you to close your eyes before eagerly dragging you to the backyard. you follow his lead, curious but not expecting much. when you open your eyes, youβre met with the sight of a beautiful backyard, dimly lit with fairy lights. you canβt help but gasp as you take it all in, your heart swelling with surprise and admiration.
βyou did all of this?β you ask, turning to sukuna. he stands there with a smug but proud look on his face, clearly pleased with himself.
βsure did,β he says, making his way toward you and placing a hand on your lower back. βright this way,β he adds, his voice smooth as he guides you to the table set up in the middle of the backyard.
next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who takes a seat in front of you, watching as you admire his backyard. βwow, sukuna, i honestly didnβt expect all of this,β you admit, a small smile spreading across your face as you glance around. yuji runs back into the house, only to return moments later with a piece of paper in his hands.
βwhat? you didnβt think i was a romantic guy?β sukuna teases, his tone light. before you can respond, yuji interrupts, holding up the paper proudly.
βthis is the menu!β he announces, placing it in front of you. the βmenuβ is just scribbles, but as yujiβs teacher, you can easily make out the words.
βwow, spaghetti with house-made sauce?!β you exclaim, pretending to be amazed, and yuji giggles, his face lighting up with pride.
sukuna leans in slightly, his expression half curious, half amused. βyou can actually read that little bratβs writing?β he asks, clearly impressed.
rolling your eyes playfully, you respond, βyes, and donβt call him that.β
sukuna chuckles, leaning back in his chair. βwhatever you say,β he replies, standing up moments later. βnow, if youβll excuse me, i have to help the head chef. heβs particularly short,β he jokes, smirking as he walks off. his comment earns a giggle from you, and you nod, settling back in your seat as sukuna follows yuji into the house to get the so called spaghetti with house-made sauce
next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who spends the rest of the night completely captivated by you. he notices everything-the way you pick up your fork, the way your lips part as you take a bite, the way you chew so delicately, and the way you cover your mouth with your hand when speaking or laughing. his gaze lingers on your eyes and lips, and he catches you shyly avoiding his stare, which only makes you more endearing to him. he's utterly mesmerized and determined to kiss you at least once before the night is over.
as midnight approaches, you help sukuna tuck yuji into bed, the little boy fighting sleep because he doesn't want to miss any more time with his favorite teacher.
"i'll see you on monday, yuji," you say softly to him. his sleepy eyes light up as his uncle carries him on his hip.
"you promise?" yuji asks, sticking his pinky out toward you.
you chuckle and intertwine your pinky with his. "yes, yuji, i promise," you say, following sukuna as he walks into the house with yuji in his arms. after tucking him in, you both quietly leave the room, making your way to the front door.
"i had a really good time, sukuna," you say shyly, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers. sukuna smiles at the sight of you, looking so cute and beautiful.
"i had a good time too," he says, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone as he steps closer. "y/n," he says your name softly, almost like a whisper.
you look up at him with doe eyes and nod.
"yes, sukuna?"
"may i kiss you?" he asks, his cheeks flushing a faint pink, matching the hue of his hair.
you involuntarily gasp but quickly catch your composure, nodding as your gaze drops to his lips. sukuna leans in, one hand gently resting on your waist while the other cradles your cheek.
"have i ever mentioned how beautiful you are?" he murmurs, his forehead pressing against yours. before you can answer, he closes the gap, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that is both soft and rough, filled with unspoken feelings. his hand on your cheek slides to your waist, pulling you closer as your arms wrap around his neck.
after what feels like an eternity, he pulls back slightly, his lips hovering mere inches from yours as you both catch your breath.
"i'd love to see you again," he says, his voice hopeful, his eyes searching yours.
"it's a date then," you reply with a smile, your heart racing as you look into his eyes.
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Late Night Call
pervy man x innocent reader blurb
a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and wellβ¦yeah
been a while since iβve watched some of these animes so iβm hoping my picks arenβt too ooc than they already are >.>
enjoy βΈ(ο½‘Λ α΅ Λ )βΈβ‘
cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+
his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.
βo-oh, hey? whatβs up?β
your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows youβre rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what heβs doing on the other end of the line.
he tells you heβs feelingβ¦ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but donβt worry if youβre tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and heβs already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.
needless to say, heβs got you hook, line and sinker. he wonβt even be doing much of the talking.
easy prey.
his hand palms over his rock hard dick, itβs been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldnβt care less about; he isnβt even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.
at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if youβve caught him red handed.
but then he remembers that itβs just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and youβre back to talking again. perfect.
his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what youβre wearing. no thatβs too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.
βhelloooooo still there?β you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming heβs finally managed to fall asleep. you donβt bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.
he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because youβre unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.
eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely wonβt be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didnβt just come seconds ago.
good thing you didnβt end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.
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I licked it so itβs mine
pairing: stepbrother!yuuji/fem!reader
premise: After a long day of work, you decide to make use of the empty house by having some drinks and a movie night with your older stepbrother. Eventually, one drink turns into two, two become three, and so on. As the buzz of the alcohol progressively fills you with more and more courage, interesting things commence.
cw: 18+ MDNI. stepcest, βin the flurry of the momentβ setting, no curses AU, characters are in their 20s, intoxication, dubcon, implied corruption, coersion and pressuring from reader, descriptions of size difference, manhandling and roughness β poor yuuji gets a little too into it in the end.
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Your big stepbrother Yuuji is likeable. He always has been.
To be fair, what is there not to like? When it comes to his looks, Yuuji is tall, handsome, a proud owner of a pair of pretty honey-coloured eyes that make him resemble a puppy, and an even prettier smile. Every summer, his skin gets this wonderful, almost golden tan that makes him outright glow from within, and his face gets sun-kissed, causing his already rosy cheeks to get dotted with tiny, barely visible freckles that gather under his eyes and only enhance his cuteness.
However, after living with him for so long, youβve since learned that he rarely actually pays attention to his appearance, much less dresses to impress.
After all, Yuuji is a simple man. He does not care about clothes besides the level of comfort they provide, and yet he still somehow manages to achieve victory. Catching girls checking him out when heβs in nothing but his trusty pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt is a common occurrence. Even listening to flustered whispers and giggles has turned into a regular thing at this point.
On top of all that, heβs also nice. Kind and open and warm β you could use so many more positive words to describe your stepbrotherβs wonderful personality, but youβre pretty sure that theyβd never do it justice. Perhaps the only bad thing you could say about him is that heβs too nice. Too helpful and giving.
Especially towards the people who donβt deserve it.
And as you watch him from the corner of your eye now, hanging out at the park and licking the ice cream that heβd treated you to as a reward for beating him in his favourite video game, you try to consider yourself as one of the people who do deserve his everlasting kindness. Who do deserve to be treated nicely by him, and to hear the laughter in his voice, and to accept his almost naive generosity.
Itβs a nice day out today. The wooden park bench that youβre sitting on currently is warm from the setting sun that still filters through the leaves above your heads. Small, moving patches of light and shadow linger everywhere, causing you to stare, almost mesmerized, as some of them lazily continue to dance across your big brotherβs face.
Yuujiβs arms are splayed wide open and draped on either side of the worn backrest that youβre both leaning against. Heβs finished his ice cream ages ago, so now heβs got his legs outstretched and his head angled up towards the sky, enjoying the peaceful tranquility that this yearβs summer brings.Β
There are quite a few people out and about in the park during this time of day β most of them joggers and dog walkers that are using the slightly cooler temperatures to their benefit β but if you listen closely, you can make out distant shouting and laughter coming from a group of children who are occupying the playground thatβs on the other side of the trees.
The sound makes you feel kind of old, so you zero in on your sandals to keep yourself busy.
βRemember when you used to scream like that?β
βWhat?βΒ
When you turn your head to the side again, Yuujiβs gaze looks expectant.
βBack when we were kids,β he explains, jerking his chin towards the direction of the playground. βYou got all shrieky and high-pitched whenever it was my turn to chase you, remember? Made you sound like a deflating balloon just by running in your direction.β
βOh!β You take another lick of your ice cream, fully flattening the scoop before sinking your teeth into the edge of the cone. The scent of strawberries fills your nose in an instant. βIn my defense, that probably happened because I didnβt like playing tag with you all that much.βΒ
He quirks an eyebrow at this, intrigued. βHow so?β
βWell, for starters, your legs were longer than mine, which made you catch up so fast that it wasnβt fun for me anymore. Aaand your hands were also always sticky for some reason,β you reply, still chewing on the wafer. βIt was gross.β
βWow, okay.β He rolls his eyes but it immediately gets followed by a brief chuckle that escapes his lips. βExcuse me for trying to be a little bit sentimental with my clean freak of a baby sister.β
βIβm normalβ¦ Youβre just nasty,β you fire back, smiling when he goes to playfully shove you.
His hand is warm when it lands on your shoulder; so warm, in fact, that you can feel the rise in temperature even through the sleeve of the thin, cropped T-shirt that youβve put on this morning.Β
It doesnβt take you by surprise. For as long as youβve known him, Yuuji has been one to have blood as hot as molten lava running through his veins. Youβre unsure how he survives it whenever the weather is scorching hot, like today for example β August has always proved to be a bitch whenever it comes to heat β but so far he seems to be doing just fine.
And while it may be weird to some, him being hot-blooded is the reason why you sometimes like to drag him into your bed during the winter months, when itβs cold and you come back home from work feeling like your toes have turned half-frozen in your shoes. Besides being provided with good company, heβs also like your own personal heater.
And thatβs it. Thereβs nothing else to it; how could it be when heβs your stepbrother, for crying out loud! You grew up together and have lived under the same roof for years. Heβs walked into your room just to leave the lights on and the door open so many times. Youβve endured his godawful Fortnite phase and have seen him be at his worst just as he did with you. The only feelings that you harbour for him are strictly platonic.Β
Youβre both pretty set on that.
βI should take that ice cream from ya as a form of punishment for being so mean to me,β said stepbrother teases now, pulling you back from your thoughts. When you look up at him, heβs grinning like a little boy. From ear to ear and in a way that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.
Cute.
βNu-uh,β you respond, allowing the evidently distrustful tone to lace your voice. βI licked it so itβs mine.β
βTsch.β He clicks his tongue against his teeth. βLike thatβs ever been an issue before. Cβmon, give.βΒ
βIt is for me because unlike you, Iβm not- Hey!β Before you can finish your sentence, he swipes the ice cream from your hand, successfully stealing it right in front of your nose.
You glare at him now, brow slightly furrowed in annoyance, as Yuuji proceeds to lick the melting sweet with exaggerated delight. Since whatever was left of the scoop sank deeper into the cone, you realize that youβre unexpectedly intrigued by the fact that he needs to push his tongue out a little more to get to it.Β
And he does; of course he does. He twirls it across the flat, creamy surface, and itβs not long before the inside of his mouth is coated in milky pink and thereβs a hum of overly satisfied approval sounding from the back of his throat.
Youβre unsure how to feel about the entire thing, but you definitely donβt dwell on it.
βMmm,β he purrs, squeezing his eyes shut. He even makes sure to go as far as to smack his lips. βMmm-mmm-mm! So good.β
For whatever reason, you feel your stomach do a weird spin as you listen to the sounds heβs making now. Itβs like thereβs an instant flash of heat searing through your body, similar to the pesky one that you get in the middle of the night when youβre hormonal and on your period, but before you can even properly acknowledge it, itβs gone as fast as it came.
βAgain: youβre so gross,β you manage to say with a huff thatβs supposed to be disapproving but doesnβt sound like that at all. The shake of your head that you add to the jab also feels somewhat unnatural. Every one of your mannerisms does, actually.
Yuuji, seemingly blissfully ignorant of your inner turmoil, laughs before he takes a giant bite out of the side of the cone and finally hands it back to you.
βHey, at least my hands ainβt sticky this time.β
βββ
The house is empty when you come back home that evening.
This too is not much of a surprise, really. Your parents have been gone for the last couple of days, enjoying their yearly vacation to the seaside that neither you nor Yuuji could attend this time because of your work schedules.Β
So while your mom and his dad are basking in the sun and drinking sugary cocktails, youβre waking up at six in the morning every day to make it to your dull desk job in time, and heβs stuck flipping burgers at McDonalds and honing his social skills in the drive-through booth for eight hours every day.
Poor, poor you.
βDid you see the drinks theyβre having over there? Gosh,β Yuuji grumbles on this exact topic as he throws himself onto the couch and flicks the TV on. His expression looks mildly conflicted at the list of movies heβs being offered by the streaming service youβre both leeching off of, but it eases back into neutral as soon as he rests his feet atop the coffee table and crosses his ankles. βThey even had those fancy umbrellas on the top and everythinβ.β
βThere, there,β you say, quickly patting his knee before sitting down beside him. Youβre not sure why, but you pay extra attention to the small sliver of distance that you keep between his leg and your own now. The feeling from earlier didnβt fully go away yet, so touching him or him touching you still feels kind of odd.
Meanwhile, Yuuji doesnβt seem to acknowledge it at all, because now heβs resting his head against your shoulder, invading your personal space whilst he pouts.
The action is nothing unusual for him β itβs normal, he does it all the time β and yet you still swallow thickly, trying to ignore the sudden hyper awareness.Β
βWhat is it now, you big baby?β you manage to muster out, taking the remote from him.
βEhβ¦ Itβs nothing,β he says.
βAha,β you say.
βWellβ¦ Itβs just that I want nachos and cocktails with fancy umbrellas, too!β he bristles at your prodding, pressing the side of his face even further into your shoulder. His hair tickles your cheek because of it.
βWe have nachos at home,β you utter, trying to avoid the ticklish sensation.
βYeah. Shitty tortilla chips that come in a bag, with a side of tasteless dip from the fridge,β he quips. βYum.β
You stifle your laughter. Heβs making such a big deal out of a silly thing like nachos. βIβm pretty sure they all come in a bag, Yuuβ¦ Come to think of it, theirs are probably stored in one of those big, wholesale bags that most food places get.β
βWell, I want the wholesale ones, then.β
βYouβre pretty set on this, huh?β
He just gives you a look.
βOkay, okay, okay,β you ramble, pulling back just enough to make him lift his head and look at you properly. βHow aboutβ¦ we try to make semi-decent nachos and cocktails with what we have, and have ourselves a little movie night since weβre both off work tomorrow and we definitely deserve it after all the pain and suffering weβre going through?β
Yuuji muses. βAll you do at your job is sit behind a desk all day.β
You feel your eyes narrow. βSo?β
βSo,β he says, sounding smug. βIβd hardly call that pain and suffering.β
βOh, Iβm sorry,β you chide. βI wasnβt aware that your job also consisted of crawling underneath barbed wire and coming face to face with excruciating death between all those burgers you flip.β
He pokes you in the side for the insult. After jumping a little bit at the ticklish sensation, you make sure to immediately return the favour.
βDo you want those cocktails or not, Ronald McDonald?β
Yuuji stretches his arms above his head and yawns before he gets ready to stand up. βYeah, yeahβ¦ Letβs make βem fancy.β
He follows you into the kitchen then, where you both work to recreate the vacation food and drinks to the best of your β and your pantryβs β capabilities.Β
The nachos end up being surprisingly decent after you sprinkle some shredded cheese on top and give them a spin in the microwave. The cocktails, on the other hand, are a mixture of cheap wine from the corner store and coke, adorned with pieces of sliced pineapple at the top because you sadly ran out of cute paper umbrellas, much to Yuujiβs disappointment.
Though in the end, everything works out just fine.
You have yourselves a nice, perhaps you could even call it relaxing kind of evening. You change into your comfortable pyjama shorts and tank top, he gets rid of his T-shirt because he prefers being shirtless during the summer, and you play a couple rounds of his favourite game again; all of which you lose because Yuuji decides that he isnβt holding back this time. Afterwards, you watch a movie that isnβt all that good necessarily, but isnβt half bad either, and take rather hefty sips of your makeshift cocktails.
By the time the credits start to roll, youβre both feeling a little buzzed and warm in the face. Neither of you feels like calling it a night just yet, though β being off work the next day at the same time happens so rarely, after all β so you decide on watching something equally as uneventful and drinking some more.
So that is how both yourself and Yuuji end up drinking more than youβd initially planned. The alcohol becomes easier to swallow down when youβve already numbed out your taste buds and have adapted them to the cheap, shitty wine flavour. It even makes the pineapple slices look cool.
And now youβre both drunk. Not shitfaced, per se, but definitely more than tipsy. Enough that itβs making your vision a little bit blurry around the edges, your limbs soft and pliant, and your mind fuzzy. Enough that itβs making you feel like you could do just about anything youβd set your mind to.
Youβre both giggling like morons as you sit cross-legged and face each other on the couch. Heβs desperately trying to tell you a story about one of his co-workers, who, according to him, is supposed to be very weird, but he keeps on slurring his words and keeps on losing track so often that itβs making the entire thing outright incomprehensive.
βDude-β Your voice falters as yet another set of giggles pushes its way out. Goddamn alcohol. βYou have got to stop laughing and tell me whatever it is you want to tell me about this weirdo, because if you donβt, I swear to god that Iβm going to fucking lose my shit.β
βListenβ¦ Jusβ listen-βΒ
βI am listening, you dumbass!β you interrupt, reaching over to flick his forehead. He flinches at the action.
βNo, but like,β he mumbles now, rubbing the aching spot. βI want to tell you, but at the same timeβ¦ I kind of donβt.β
This instantly succeeds in sparking your interest. Thereβs something heβs unsure about telling you? How curious; you tell each other everything!
You lean forward slightly, resting your elbows on your knees. βHow so?β
Yuujiβs eyes flicker towards the television for a quick second. The movie is still playing β it bathes half of his face with light and the other half in shadows.Β
Much to your bafflement, he sheepishly bites his lip before he says, ββCause itβs a secret.β
βA secret? Really?β You groan as you grab the small decorative pillow just so that you can throw it his way. Despite his intoxicated state, heβs still rather quick to deflect it. It lands on the ground soundlessly.
βWhat was that for?β he asks now, trying not to laugh.
βOh, I dunno,β you say, bristling. βDid it maybe ever cross your mind that telling me that is only gonna make me want to hear it more?β
βI mean,β he says, scratching the back of his head and shrugging. βI guessβ¦?β
You give him a pointed glare. βYou know how much I love secrets, Yuu!β
βI know.β
βThen tell me!β
βNo.β
You pout in answer, clearly unsatisfied.
Yuuji looks at you, his expression slipping into something thatβs a bit more sincere and apologetic. He watches as you continue to avoid eye contact and push out your bottom lip, clearly trying to appear upset as much as you possibly can in order to get him to change his mind.
Sooner or later, it ends up working.
A person like him is so giving⦠Who is he to ever tell you no?
βOh, fine,β he says, sighing with defeat. βJust pinky promise that you wonβt tell anyone, okay?β
Your grin is pleasantly lazy because of the alcohol thatβs still coursing your veins as you chirp, βOf course.β
He hooks your pinkies together and shakes them from side to side lightly as if itβll help solidify the promise better.
βSo, whatβs the secret?β you ask when you pull your hand back and use it to support your cheek.
After a short moment of silence, he finally forces himself to blurt out, βMy co-worker, he, uhβ¦ He thinks youβre hot.β
You stare at him, arching one eyebrow. βWait, thatβs it?β
Yuuji can feel his entire face tingling with heat now. The blush that steadily continues to bloom makes his skin slightly itchy, but he refrains from scratching it. βYeah, thatβs it.β
You watch him closely.Β
βWhat?β he inquires, not liking the fact that you arenβt saying anything. The flush of red has crept down to his neck now.
βYouβre lying,β you reply at long last, expression blank.
He sputters when he inhales a sharp breath, ready to defend himself. βAm not!β
You throw another pillow at him. He avoids this one, too. βAre too!β
βStop throwing stuff at me!β
βI will, if you tell me the secret!β
βI already did!β
βThe actual secret, dumbass!β
βFineβ¦ Fine! Ugh,β he groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. βHe also said that, ummβ¦β
You enthusiastically gesture at him to continue when his voice fades into nothing again. Curiosity is threatening to eat you alive at this point. βYes? He said what?β
βHe said-β His Adamβs apple bobs in his throat as he swallows thickly. βHe basically told me that if you were his stepsister, that he wouldβve been all over you ages ago. Or whatever.β
You stare at him once more. He stares right back.
βWhat?β he asks again, this time slightly more nervous. His pupils are huge and the blush is starting to make him sweat. βWhat is it?β
After a moment that seems like forever, you repeat, β...Thatβs it?β
Yuuji feels like his heart has dropped to his ass. βWhat dβyou mean thatβs it?!β
βExactly what I said,β you say, shrugging. βYour co-worker has a βOh no, stepbro, Iβm stuckβ fantasy. So what?β
βI-β Yuujiβs eyebrows draw so tightly together until thereβs a small v etched between them. He pauses for a long time before he says, βDonβt you think thatβs weird, though?β
βNot really.β You take another small sip from your glass and place it back onto the coffee table. βI mean, have you never noticed how popular it is in porn? Lots of people are into that kind of stuff.β
βN-noβ¦β He stutters, somehow succeeding in turning even redder in the face. βI donβt-β
βWatch porn?β you offer quickly, already rolling your eyes.
βNot porn like that,β he quips, suddenly sounding uncharacteristically snippy.Β
You chuckle at the tone he uses, attempting to tame the upward curl of your lips. Things are getting interesting and dirty β something you donβt get to encounter a lot whenever it comes to golden boy over here. βWell, what kind of porn do you watch, then?β
Oh, that is very bold. If it werenβt for the liquid courage, you doubt youβd dare ask the question. But itβs out in the open now.
Hanging in the tense air thatβs between you two. Waiting. Preying.
βNot the stepsister kind,β he says in a low mutter, surprising you that he even chose to answer. βIβm not into that.β
You canβt help but let the smile show now. βHow can you know if youβve never seen it?β
Yuuji gawks before letting out a nervous laugh. β...What?β
βI said,β you repeat, leaning ever so slightly closer. Enough to make him feel on edge, but not enough to scare him away. βHow can you know that youβre not into it-β Thereβs another pause, another closing of distance. His freckles are visible now. βIf youβve never seen it? Hmm?β
βI just-β He tenses up when your knee bumps into his. The short moment of contact is electrifying for some reason; it jumpstarts his heart into a far quicker rhythm. βI just, uh, do.β
You look him directly in his sweet honey eyes. βYeah?β
And he immediately rushes to break eye contact. βYeah.β
βYou know,β you trail off innocently, patting his knee this time instead of βaccidentallyβ bumping it. Unlike before, though, your hand remains on his leg. βFor someone who swears up and down to not be into itβ¦ You really donβt sound so sure about it to me.β
βWell, I am,β he protests in a heartbeat, however the bite thatβs supposed to be in the statement isnβt quite there.Β
The reason behind it might be because heβs quite tipsy and canβt bring himself to be firm with you. Or maybe, just maybe, itβs because heβs staring at his lap when he says it; right at the spot where youβre still touching him.
Your hand feels so warm as it sits on his thigh. And pleasant.Β
He doesnβt exactlyβ¦ want it to go away.
You watch as he huffs in defeat and shakes his head with evident frustration the thought must have evoked. It causes a giggle to bubble up your throat from how entertained you are. You donβt even try to stop it this time.
He could tell you off, call you names, push you away, whateverβ¦ But he doesnβt.Β
No, heβs just too good of a big brother.
So you allow the flat of your palms to rest on both of his knees now. Still careful, though not nearly as much as before. Meanwhile, your own knees dig into the softness of the couch as you readjust your weight forward so that you can lift yourself just enough to be eye level with him.
Guilty anticipation pools inside his gut and turns him frazzled when you use the momentum to invade his personal space even further. All of a sudden, you find yourself nose to nose with your cutesy stepbrother. Chest to chest. So close that he can feel the heat of your breath on his lips and smell the fading scent of your perfume mixing with thin layers of sweat and sunscreen.Β
βProve it, then,β you say. Your voice could barely be considered above a whisper but the silence that follows after it is so loud.
Yuuji gulps from how unnerving this entire situation has become. Gulps. βProveβ¦ Prove what?β
βProve that youβre not into it.β
Thump, thump, thump! His heart is going wild. βHow?β
βWatch it with me.β You move your hands upwards ever so slightly as you speak the words, but itβs not long before youβre sliding them all the way up to his thighs.Β
Theyβre strong, his legs, and the muscles in them flex and harden underneath your touch, making the lines of his gorgeous, so profoundly male-like physique all the more defined. The hairs there are lighter in colour and theyβre silky smooth. They tickle the tips of your fingers when you finally let them settle at the very edge of his gym shorts.Β
Digging your nails into his skin just enough to make him jump a little, you add, βPlease?β
God, youβre so drunk andβ¦ something else. Your pupils are huge; so big that Yuuji swears he can see himself in them, and the laugh you let out a moment later is girlish and kind of breathless.Β
And he, well, he just looks so goddamn confused in response to it. Like a little puppy thatβs been caught doing something naughty and bad. Big, round eyes, twitchy upper lip and everything.
βI, ummβ¦ I dunno,β he chokes out finally. He feels like coughing so that he can clear his throat, but he somehow manages to stifle the annoying sensation. βI justβ¦ Iβm not so sure about that-β
βPleeease, Yuuji,β you repeat, pushing, pushing, pushing. You even start pouting right at him as a means to get him to budge. βI wanna!β
Fuck.
The whine thatβs appeared in your voice now makes his cock involuntarily twitch. What the actual fuck, his dick is responding to you β his baby sister. Little by little, blood is rushing south; right below his waistline until he can feel warmth slowly taking over every inch of his lower half. He tries to make it stop, to put an end to it, to slow it down at the very least, but his efforts prove to be completely useless.
His throat feels scratchy and dry now from not allowing himself to cough, and his skin feels too tight on his face. It makes him rasp as he says, βYou, uh, you wanna?β
βMhmm,β you purr in a mere instant, squeezing his thighs again just the tiniest bit. Goddammit, since when did those parts start feeling so fucking sensitive? βWannaβ¦ wanna see you start sweating a little when you realize that your dick is getting hard over dirty shit like stepcest, you know? Wanna prove you wrong.β
A second twitch, a second rush of blood. Yuujiβs stomach spins and tightens with anxiety. His nerves go haywire. With each passing second, he can feel his cock getting heavier in his shorts. Can feel pre-cum turning the front of his underwear more and more sticky. Can feel his mind going dizzy with quick-paced lust.
Youβre just so goddamn close. Staring right at him, with your tits almost on full display in that tiny thing you call a shirt, and with that infuriating, shit-eating smirk plastered on your lips. Kneeling right between his legs, talking about stepbrothers fucking stepsisters, allowing your breaths to intermingle as if itβs no big deal.
But thatβs not all. Besides being too close for comfort, heβs also pretty sure that youβre quietly hinting at the possibility of something happening tonight, like letting him stuff your pussy with his cock. Hell, forget stuffing β even just seeing it would be nice.Β
Not that heβs ever thought about laying eyes on his sisterβs cunt, much less filling it, but now that this entire thing is unfolding in real time, before his very eyes, and he swears that he can feel the tips of your fingers subtly brushing against the ridge of his hard-on over his clothesβ¦ He doesnβt feel like refusing the idea necessarily, if it were to actually happen.
Fuuuck!
βIt-it wonβt,β Yuuji stammers in one last attempt at keeping his sense of morality, however all he does is end up fumbling over his own damn self like some pathetic loser. Heβs so red in the face, itβs obvious now. βI, ah, I already told you-β
His sentence gets interrupted by a sudden kiss that you press right onto his still half-open mouth.Β
You donβt know what exactly it is that compels you to do it, but here you are. Kissing your big brother. Latching yourself to him. Offering him things you shouldnβt.
Oh, here you are, all right.
The kiss itself is clumsy, rash, idiotic. Your teeth clash as you hurry forward to wrap your arms around his neck, and thereβs a small, muffled noise β that terribly sounds like a squeal of excitement β escaping your lips when his big hands find your waist and he yanks you forward until youβre fully seated on his lap.
One second ago you were merely looking at each other, tip-toeing the line but never quite overstepping it, and now youβre grinding against one another like animals in heat, tangling tongues and tasting each otherβs spit. Everything happens so fast and itβs all based on pure instinct and executed with zero thinking, because if it happened any other way, youβd surely regret it.
He tastes like pineapple and the lousy chewing gum that he bought back at the corner store earlier in the afternoon but spat out pretty soon after. You shouldnβt find the odd combination of flavours that good, you know this, but right now the inside of his mouth tastes like sweet, sweet heaven.
And possible release.
βFuck, Yuu,β you pant between messy kisses, running your fingers along his undercut. βYouβre so hard, lookβ¦ Proves me right, mm?β
Yuuji wants to tell you to shut up, to stop saying things like that, to stop making him feel both so guilty and turned on at the same time because itβs complicated and he doesnβt fucking know what to make of it.
But all he ends up saying instead is, βYeah...β
Because, as always, heβs simply too good of a big brother. Too good to tell you no.
Especially when youβre right.
And even if your big brotherβs cock is hiding underneath several layers of clothing, you can still feel it pressing firmly between your legs now. Thick and heavy and in urgent need of some tender affection; a little sisterly love, if you will. Itβs making you grow more and more expectant of whatβs to come. Thereβs no space for shame left.
His size seems promising β at least judging by the feel of it. Each time you push your weight against him, circling your hips a little, he responds by pushing you down even further with the help of his hands on your hips; spreading your folds slightly apart and allowing the seam of your shorts to dig straight into your clit.
Your breathing grows laboured because of it. Slowly but surely, youβre becoming a hot mess of mmβs and ahhβs. And Yuuji, poor, sweet Yuuji, is nowhere near to being any better after heβs forced to hear all of it.
Heβs sweating like crazy. Is throbbing between his legs. Is trying to tame his pulse but it just keeps on hammering and ringing inside his ears. The blush is making his entire face itch all over again and his clothes feel too tight on his body. What else is there?
Oh, even his heart feels like itβs jammed itself inside his throat when he pulls back just enough to break the string of saliva thatβs bridging the narrow space between your mouths and asks, βYou sure you wanna do this?β
βJust fuck me already, god,β you hiss in response. Youβre so sexually frustrated that itβs making you pissy.
Neither of you has planned this nor expected this to happen, but youβve both been feeling lonely, terribly single; are yearning to be touched. Itβs been a while for the two of you, shit happens and people get too busy to enjoy the simpler pleasures in life, and you both consider the other to be attractive, soβ¦ why not?
Why not? Maybe because this entire thing could, quite possibly, be a disaster in the making.
Still, it doesnβt feel like a disaster when Yuujiβs hands wrap around your sides and slam you down on the couch. Doesnβt feel like a bad thing when he blindly hooks his fingers to the waistband of your shorts and you bring your legs closer to your chest and lift your hips a little so that he can tug them off easier.
Either heβs too impatient to wait or he did it by complete accident, but he manages to pull down your panties right along with your shorts. Theyβre both left dangling from your left ankle now, hanging uselessly and completely forgotten because heβs too busy trying to push himself inside you.
His back is hunched and his rosy lips are parted as he sucks in and exhales sharp breaths above you. They fan your forehead, cooling the sweat thatβs gathered there, only causing you to shiver.Β
You press your foreheads together when you lift yourself slightly with the help of your elbows so that you can reach between you, tug his waistband low just enough to expose him and guide him inside you. He grits his teeth, baring them like a threatened animal as soon as your fingers curl around the base of his cock, mindlessly stroking the impressive length, spreading the pre-cum thatβs gathered at the tip without any sense of patience.
Neither of you looks into each otherβs eyes; all of your attention is aimed at the spot where you almost connect. After all, his fat cockhead is bumping against your sticky pussy now, inconsistently gliding up and down and smearing arousal. Every time he teases your entrance, your breath hitches in the back of your throat and you cling onto him a little harder.
βYuujiii,β you whine, teeth sinking into your bottom lip so harshly that you fear you might have drawn blood. He almost doesnβt recognize the sound of your voice. βWhatβre you waiting for?! Put it iiin!β
βYeahβ¦ Y-yeah, okay,β he bites out, trying to stop the persistent flutter of a muscle in his cheek. His arms feel like giving in but the muscles in his biceps still flex and shudder with anxiety and anticipation when he finally presses in.
His cockhead pushes past the initial ring of muscle pretty effortlessly from how wet youβve gotten from mere kissing and a little bit of grinding. Perhaps itβs the alcohol thatβs making you so pliant and eager, but itβs easy to open your legs wider so that you can let in even more of him.
Yuuji feels dizzy; like the entire world is spinning. Youβre underneath him, panting so loudly and youβre so warm inside, so accepting, so wet. Your pussy hugs him just right, walls squeezing around his girth, sucking him in further. The sensation makes him drop his entire weight right on top of your writhing body the second he allows himself to slowly rock into you and sink balls deep.
He hides his face into the crook of your neck as he begins to lazily thrust inside you, doing whatever feels best because he canβt possibly bring himself to form thoughts right now. In and out, the strokes are long, slow and deep. So deep, in fact, that they make you wince each time he hits the sweet spot thatβs hiding inside.
Youβve ended up so close yet again; with your limbs intertwined and your bodies pressed tightly together that your shirt is crinkling between you. It rides up with the movement of his hips slamming against your own, exposing your stomach, making you stick to each other from how sweaty youβve gotten.
βNnghβ¦ You feelβ¦ sβgood,β he grits out, quiet moaning already lacing his voice. His breathing has gotten so heavy that itβs creating moisture on the small patch of skin on your neck that heβs got his mouth pressed against. βWonβt last longβ¦ Ca-ahβ¦ Canβt.β
He sounds so fucking drunk as he continues to say pure nonsense into the side of your throat and keeps on pressing you into the softness of the couch. Not only on alcohol, but also on your pussy it seems.Β
It makes him practically start pounding into you now. Abusing your tight little hole. He slips one arm underneath you and pulls you even closer so that he can steady himself a little bit, and wetness squelches between you as a result. Skin slaps against skin, breaths intermingle. His fingers tangle into your hair crudely β it hurts when he tugs at the roots even if youβre well aware that he doesnβt mean to.
Heβs so big above you. So strong. So stupidly male. And heβs also gotten lost in the moment. For a second it makes you scared of him a little bit even if heβs the sweetest man youβve ever met, a real proper marshmallow. And it doesnβt help that his cock is as big as the rest of him is; stretching you so deliciously, splitting you wide open, causing tears to prickle at the corners of your eyes even if the booze thatβs coursing your veins is supposed to numb you out to a size like that.
βYuuji, wa- fuck, waitβ¦!β You cross your ankles at his waist in an attempt to slow him down, heels panically digging into his back dimples and toes curling.Β
βN-no, I canβt, pleaseβ¦ Donβt make me wait, please, please, please, cβmon,β he babbles, still not slowing down, not stopping. His eyes are half-closed and they show concern, but theyβre also dark and foggy when he lifts his head just enough to look at you. βJust a lilβ more, yeahβ¦? Yeah? Just a lilβ... Ugh, keep still just a bit longer- Iβm almost there. Soβ¦ mmhβ¦ close.β
You try to fight against him, tugging on his hair and sinking your nails into his back, but all he does is endure it, not really caring much about your thrashing and turning. Heβs got you caged underneath him, crying out his name, clawing raw red lines into his broad back. Itβs all drunken breeding instinct and no brain as he uses your body like a toy, and the realization that you can do nothing but take it is terrifying as much as it is thrilling.
His pounding has turned borderline ruthless by now and in his urgency to cum, heβs pushed himself so deep inside you that youβre pretty sure heβs fucked his way straight into your goddamn womb. In his weak attempt to make you last until the end, heβs even started to messily rub irregular circles into your clit.
It makes a thin line of drool dribble down the corner of your mouth from how fucked out youβve become in a mere fifteen minutes. The overstimulation is probably completely accidental, but it achieves the same result just the same. He outright forces the climax out of your body, and the second he feels you squeeze around him, abused pussy trying to milk him dry, heβs giving in, not resisting anymore, shooting his load inside you in an instant.
The groan he lets out is almost like a growl. He arches his back again, balls tightening, grip almost turning iron-like. You can feel the warmth of his cum as it fills you in steady waves of pleasure.Β
You both stay still for a long while after that, trying to gather your senses, attempting to calm down your trembling. His cum is warm and sticky; tacky between your thighs. It starts to drip out of your hole by the time his cock softens enough to create more space.Β
Thereβs just so much of it. A fuckload.
And heβs still breathing so hard. You both are.
βIβm so sorryβ¦ Fuck, I-β he rasps out. His mouth is so dry that he feels like he could chug an entire jug of water, but he pushes that need away for now in order to get a good look at you instead. βI just- I-β
Yuuji stops mid-sentence when he sees you push two of your fingers between your legs before bringing them up in front of your face again. He watches, eyelids heavy, as you spread them then, toying with the glimmery, cloudy white substance thatβs gathered there until you gently push them inside your mouth, licking his release right off of your fingertips.
His jaw almost hits the floor. Heβs so baffled by what heβs just seen that he barely registers the fact that his cock is trying to get hard again, throbbing against his thigh.
βWhat?β is all you say in response to the incredulous look that sits on his face now. Your voice is muffled from the way you keep your mouth stuffed full.
βI licked it so itβs mine.β
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puppyboy yuji thoughts because im unwell
would love to just . sniff your cunt omg. like pressing his whole face between your legs because you smell so good. licks and laps at your crotch and whines when you pull him away
he is soo animated all the time, never able to hide his emotions.
hes a fairly young pup so he might be a little too excited when you give him attention, even if its just normal. like constantly jumping on you (he doesnt know his own strength) and kissing and licking you
when he gets in his rut .... omg its so bad. neediness cranked up 1000%. steals anything that smells like you and puts it in his mouth or around his cock. doesn't even know why, he can't comprehend its because he wants to stuff you full, just knows that you smell good
presses you into the bed or couch or whatever. he needs to be on top of you and humping his leaky cock against your body. nuzzles at your neck and whines and cries because he doesn't know why his cock won't stop aching
#going through my drafts and idk if i'll finish the fic anytime soon LOL so heres this :3#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yuji itadori#yuji itadori x you#yuji itadori x reader#hybrid smut#puppyboy yuji#perce.doc#.jjkai
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Overall Content Advisory: Fem Reader, Eventual Smut, Eventual Dark Content, Sukuna/Yuji Hybrid, Exterminator Sukuna (by day)/Rocker Ryo (by night), Reader Has Trauma, Mentions Of Being Abused (Reader), Graphic Everything (If you can't stomach content covering abuse, stalking and sexual assault this isn't a fic you want to read. I'm going all in), Bartender Reader, Reader has a kitty and a cat (lol). ~ I might have missed something but I'm sure I covered the triggering stuff. ~ WC: 4.1k words. Chapter Specific Content Advisory: Limerence, Male Masturbation, First person perspective. ~ A/N: The chapter titles sometimes have links to songs of the same name. If you want to listen while you read, it's an option. This one has two songs that both fit the vibe in different ways. ~ Minors do not interact with my works. Ageless blogs and underaged blogs will be blocked.
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ππππ πΈ πππππ πππ π’πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ ππππππ, ππ π ππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ ππ πππππππ. πΆππ ππ, ππππππ, ππ‘πππππππππ, ππππ πππ πππ ππππ πππππ πππππ. ππππ ππππππ. ππππ ππππ πππππ πππ πππ πππ πππππ ππβπ πππππππ’ πππ π πππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ πππ ππ πππ π ππππππ πππ ππ ππ ππππ. πΈπ π ππ π ππππππππ ππ ππππππππ πππ ππππ ππ π ππππππππππ ππ π πππ ππππ. πΆπππππππ. πππππ, ππππ πππ’ππππ’ ππππ, πΈ ππππππβπ π πππ ππ πππππ πππ.
πππ πππππππππ πππππππ‘ π ππ π πππ£π ππ πππππ πππ πππ πππππ π πππ, πππππππππ πππππππππ ππππ πππ πππππ π πππ-πππ πππ πππππππ πππππππππππππ ππππ ππ’ππππ. πππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππππ πππππππππ ππππ. πΎππ, π’ππππ, ππππ, ππππ. πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ π ππ πππππ. π°ππ πππππ πππ ππ πππππππ ππ π πππππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππππππ. πΏππππππ ππ πππππππ π πππβπ πππ’ ππππππ πππ ππ πππππ π’ππ πππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ’π ππ πππ πππππ ππππ ππππππ π’πππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ πππ ππππππ. πΈπ π ππππππππ ππππ ππππ, π’ππβπ πππππ πππ ππ πππ π ππππ πππππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππ. π°π πππ ππ πΈ π ππ πππππππππ, ππππ ππ πππ.
πΌπ’ πππππππππ πππ πππππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ ππ πΈ πππππππ πππππππ πππ πππππ’ πππ πππππ πππππππ’ πππππππ ππ ππππ ππππππππππ ππππ’ ππππ ππππππ’ πππππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ ππ’ ππππ. πππ πππππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππ π πππ π πππππ’ πππ ππππ’ ππππ ππππ ππππβπ πππππ πππ’πππππ. πΈ π πππππππ π πππ πππππππ πππππβπ ππππ ππππ π ππ. πΈπ π ππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ π πππππ πππ’πππ ππ πππππ. π° ππππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ’πππ ππππ π ππππ πππππ ππ’ πππππππ. π±ππ πΈ π ππ ππππ πππ ππππππβ ππ‘ππππππππππ, πππππ πππ π πππ-ππ-ππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππππ’ πππ π ππππ πππ.
π½ππ‘π ππ πππ ππππ: π ππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ πππππππ. πππ ππππππ π ππ π πππππ’ ππππππππππππ. πΏππ£π£π πππ‘ππ πππ πππ ππππ ππππππ πππππππ πππππ’ πππππππ, πππππππ πππ ππππππ. πππππ π ππ ππ πππππ πΈβπ ππππ πππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ οΏ½οΏ½π ππππ πππππππ. π³πππβπ ππππ ππ π πππ πππππ π ππππ π ππ πππ ππ πππ ππ, ππππππ. π»πππ ππππππ πππ, πππππππππ πππππππππ ππ ππ’ ππππππππππ ππππππ πππππ ππ πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππππππππππ. βπ»ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππ ππππ.β
βππππ? ππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ? ππππββ
βππππ, ππππ πΈ ππππ. π»πππππ πππ£π£π’ ππππππππβ πππππππ. ππππ’ ππππ πππππ ππππ πππ,β πΈ ππππππππππππ πππ ππππππ πππ£π π πππ ππ’ πππππ‘ πππ πππππ ππππππ’ ππππππππ ππ ππππππππ£π πππ πππππππ. βπππππβπ π πππππππ πππππ ππ ππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππ π.π. ππ π°. πππ πππππ?β
π΅πππππβ πππππ. πΈ πππ ππ’π πππππ π πππ ππππ’ πππ ππππ ππππ. πΏπππππππππ ππππ πΈ ππππππβπ πππ πππ ππππππβ ππππππππππβ¦.
π°π πΈ ππππππππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ πππ ππ πππ πππ, π’πππ ππππ πππππ ππππ ππ’ ππππ ππππ π π ππππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ, π ππ πππ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππππ’ πππ πππ ππππππ. πΈπ ππππ’ππ ππππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππ, ππππππππ ππ’ ππππππππππ ππ ππ ππππππππ ππ, ππ‘ππππππ πππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ π ππππππ.
π±ππ π’πππ ππππ, π»/π, π/π, πππππ π πππ ππ. ππ πππ, ππππππ, πππ πππππππ’ ππππππππππβ. πΈ πππππ ππ’ππππ ππππππππβ ππ πππ ππππ ππ ππ’ππππ, ππππ πππππ ππππ, ππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππ πππππππ.
πΈπ π πππ'π πππππππ πππ ππ ππ πππ ππ’πππ πππ‘ππππ ππ ππππππ, πππ πππππ ππππππ. πΏπππππ π πππ πππππ’ πππ πππππππππππ. πππππππππππππ. ππππ’ π πππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ’ π πππ π ππππ. πΈ πππππ πππ π πππππππ ππππππβ ππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππππππ’. π° ππ πππ πππππ ππ πππππππππ ππππ πππππ πππ πππ πππππ. π½π πππππππ ππππππππ.
ππ π ππ’ πππ ππππ π ππ πΈ ππππππππ πππππ π’ππ? πΈππππππππ π πππ π’ππβπ ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππππ πππππ? πΏππππππππ π πππ ππ π ππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ π’πππ πππππ, ππππ πππ πππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ ππ ππππ. π½π ππππ πππππ. πΈ π ππ πππππβ ππ’ ππππ. πΈ πππππ πππ ππ’ ππ π ππππ ππ ππππ π πππ, πππππ πππ, ππ’ ππ π ππππππππ ππ ππππππ ππ π πππ πππ π ππππππ’ πππππ.
πΈ πππππ πππ π πππππππ πππππ, ππππππ ππ π’ππ, πππ ππππππ'π ππππ πππ π πππππ πππππ π’πππ πππππ’. π΅ππππππππ? ππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππ, πππ’ππ π’πππ πππππ ππππ π πππππ ππ πππππ πππ. ππππππππ ππ π ππ, π’ππ πππππ πππ ππ ππ. πΌππ’ππ ππ π ππ πππππππ’βππππππ πΈ ππππ'π πππ’ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π±ππ πΈβπ ππππ πππ πππππππππππ.
ππ ππππ’-πππ ππππππ πππ π, π’ππππ π ππ πππππππ ππ πππ π·πΏππ. ππ π πππππ πππ π ππ’ πππ π, πππ ππ ππππππ. πππ ππππ π ππ ππππππππππ πππππ πππ ππ’ππππ, ππππππ πΈ πππππ ππππππππππ π ππ’. πΈπ π ππ πππ ππππ ππππππ ππ π πππ ππππππ π ππ’. π±ππ πΈ πππ ππ πππ π ππ’ πππππππ ππππ'π π πππ π’ππ ππ π πππ π’ππ π πππ ππ πππ ππππ. πΎππ ππππππ πππ πππππ ππ πππππ π ππ’π, πΈ πππππππ. π°π ππππ ππ πππ πππ’πππππ πππππππ, πΈ ππππ'π ππππ π ππππ. πΈ πππππ πππ πππ’ ππππ π πππππππ, πππ π πππ π ππ π πππ.
π±π’ πππ ππππ πΈ ππππππππ ππ ππ πππππ πΈπΆ, ππ’ ππππ π πππππππ. πΈ π πππππππ π πππ ππππ ππ ππππππ π’ππ π πππ, ππππππ πππππ πππππ πππππ-ππ ππππππππ. π·ππππππππ’, π’ππ π ππππβπ ππππ ππππ. ππππ’ πππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ'π πππππ, ππππππ ππππ πππππππ. πΌππ’ππ π’ππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππππ .
πΈβππ ππππ ππππβ ππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ π’ππ ππ ππ ππ πππππ ππππ πππππ, πππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππ πππππ ππ. π°ππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ π’ππ ππππππππ’ πππ. πΈ πππππ π’ππ π ππππ'π ππππ ππππππ ππππππππππππ π ππ'π ππππ ππ’ πππ’ ππππππ ππππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππ. πΈ πππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππ ππ ππ πππ ππ πππ ππππππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππππ ππππ. πΈ πππππ ππ’ ππππ ππ πππ ππ’ππππ ππ πππ ππ’πππππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ πππ π.
ππππ πΈ πππππππ π’πππ πππππ, ππππ ππππππ ππ ππππ πππ π. πΈ ππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ π πππ ππππππ ππππ πππ πππππππππ ππππ, πππππππ π ππππ ππ ππππππππππππ. πππππππππ ππ ππ’ πππππ πππππππππ, πππ ππ’ ππππππ πππππππ. π΄π‘ππππππππ? πΎπππ πππππππππ ππππ ππππ? πΈπ π ππ π πππππ.
πΈπ ππππ π’ππ π ππππππ π ππππ ππ πππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππ πΈ πππππππ, πππ πΈ πππ π ππππππ ππππ πππ’ππ π’ππ π ππππβπ ππππ ππππ. πππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ πππ πππππ πΈ πππ ππ π’ππ ππ ππ’ ππππ πππ ππ ππππππππ ππ’ πππππππππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ ππ’ πππππππππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππ πππππππππ’. πΌπ’ πππππππ π πππ πππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πΈ πππππππ πππ π’ππ ππ ππππππ ππ ππππ π πππ πΈ ππππππ. πΈ π ππ π πππππππ πππ’ π πππ πΈ π πππππ ππ ππ. π°πππππππ, π πππ πππ ππ‘ππππππππ ππ πππ ππππππ π ππππππ ππ ππ πΈ π πππβπ ππππππππ’ ππππ ππ ππππ π ππ πππ ππ πππππ πππππππ.
πΈπ πΈ'π ππππ π π πππ ππππ πππ ππ πππππ, πΈ π ππππ'ππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ. πΈ πππππ πππππ, ππππππππ‘ππ, π ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ π ππππ πππππ πππ ππ’ππππππ’ ππππ π ππ π’πππ ππππ - π/π. πΈπ π ππ π πππππππ πππππππ, πππππ ππππππππ’ ππππππππ π ππππππ ππππ πππ π ππ’.
πππππππππ π πππππ ππ ππ πππππππ, πππππππ ππ ππ ππππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ π πππ π ππππππ πππππππππππ. πΈ ππππβπ π πππ ππ ππ ππππππ π πππππππ - ππ. πΈ πππ ππ πππ ππππππ. πΉπππ π ππππππππππππ πππππ πππ πππ. ππππβπ π πππ πΈ π ππ ππππ πππ, πππππ? ππππβπ π πππ πΈ π ππ ππππππππ ππ ππ. ππππ πΈ ππππππ ππ ππ π ππ πππππππ.
βπΆπππ ππ π ππππππ,β π’πππ πππππ ππππππ πππ, πππ πππππ’πππππ ππππππ ππ ππππ£π π πππ π’πππ πππππππππ πππππππ’ πππππππππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππ ππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ ππ’ πππππ πππ ππππππ πππππ, πππππππ ππ πππππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ πππππππ. ππππ πππππ, πππ πππ ππππππ’, π ππ ππππ π πππππππππ πππππππ, πππππππ ππ πππππ. πΈ ππππ ππππ π ππππ πππ πππ πππππ, ππππππππππ ππ ππππ ππ’ πππππππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ’ ππππππ’ππ ππ, ππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ π πππ π ππππ πΈ ππππππβπ πππππππ. π°ππππππππ ππ’ππππ, πΈ πππππππ πππππππππππππ’, πππ’πππ ππ ππππππππ ππ’ πππππππ ππππ πππ ππ’ πππππ πππ πππ πππππ ππππππ ππ ππ’ πππππππ. πΆππππ ππππππππ πππππ’? π±ππ πππππππ πππππππ.
πΈπ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π ππππ πππππ. ππππ πππ πΈ πππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππ? ππππ πππ πΈ ππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ’ π ππ ππππππ πππ πππππππ ππππ π πππππππ’ πππππππ? π½π, ππππ π πππβπ ππ. πΈ ππππβπ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ. πΈ ππππππβπ. π±ππ πππ πππππππ’ ππ ππ ππππ ππππππππ, πππππππ ππ ππ πππππ πππππ, πππππππππ πππ π’ππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππππππ, πππ ππ ππ ππππππ.
πππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππππ, πππ πΈ π πππππππ ππ πππ’πππ πππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ? πΈπ ππππ’ πππ, ππππ π ππ? π΅ππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ π πππππππ, πππβπ ππππ πππ’ ππππ πππ’ππ πΈ ππππ π πππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππ. πΉπππ π ππππππβ¦ ππππ.
πΈ π πππππ ππ ππππ π’πππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππππ. πΉπππ πππππππ πππππ ππππππβ¦
πππ ππππ πππππππ, πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππ, πππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππππ πππππ ππ πππ π’πππ πππππ’. πππ ππππππ ππππππ, ππππ π ππππππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππ, ππ πππππ πππποΏ½οΏ½ππ’βππ πππ’ππ ππ π ππ ππππ ππ’ ππππ, ππ πππππ πππππππ’. ππππππππ ππ π ππ, π’ππ π πππ ππππ π ππππππβ πππππ πππ π ππππππβ πππππππππ ππππππ ππππ πππ. πΈ π ππ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πππ ππππππ, πππππ ππππππ ππ’ πππ πππππ’ πΈ π πππππ π’ππ. πΈπ π ππ ππ ππππππππππ ππππππ, ππ πππ-πππππππππ ππππ. ππππ. ππππ. ππππ.
π°π ππ’ ππ’ππ ππ πππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππππ, ππππππππ ππ πππππ’ ππππππ, π’ππ πππππ πππππ ππ π πππ’ πππππππ, πππ£πππ ππ ππ. πΈ ππππ'π πππππ π’ππ. πΈ ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ’ π’πππ πππ π ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππ ππ πππππ ππππ. π±ππ πππππ π πππ, ππππππππππππ ππ’ππ ππ π’ππππ π πππ πππππππ ππππ ππ ππππ, πππππ’πππ ππππ ππ πΈ πππππππ π’ππ. πππ π πππ ππππππππππ πππππππππππ, ππππ π’πππ πππππππβπ ππππ ππππππππ’ ππ πππ‘πππππ ππππ πΈ ππππ ππππππππππ’, ππππ ππ ππππ’ πππππππ πππππππππππ. πππ ππππ ππππ ππππππππππ π ππππ π’πππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ£π πππππ’ πππ‘ππππ π’πππ ππππππππππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ? ππππ, ππππ.
π±ππ πππππππππ ππ π πππβπ ππππππ' ππππππ. πΈ ππππππ πππ ππππ πππππ. πΈ π πππππ ππ πππππ π’ππ, ππ πππππ π’ππ, ππ ππππ π’ππ. πππ πππ ππ π’πππ πππππ πππππππ ππ’ πππππ ππ πΈ πππππππ ππ ππ π’πππ πππππππππ ππππππ, ππ’ ππππ ππππππ ππ π’πππ ππππ, ππππππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ π’ππππ. πππππ π’ππ ππππ πππ ππ? πππππ πΈ ππππ ππππππ πππ πππππππππ? π΅πππβπ πππ π ππ ππππ? ππππ π ππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ πππ ππ ππππππ ππ’ ππππ? πππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππ π πππ ππ ππππ π πππ, πππ πΈβπ ππ πππ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ π’ππ πππππ.
πΈ ππ πππππ ππ ππππ, πππ’πππ ππ ππππ ππ’ ππππ, ππ ππππ ππ’ ππ’ππ ππππ π ππππππππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππππππ πππ. ππππ π ππ πππ ππππ. πππ ππππ ππ’ πππππ π ππππ, πππ ππ’ ππππ’ πππππ ππππ ππ’ ππππππππ πππππ, ππππ ππ’ ππ‘ππππππ. πΈ πππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ, ππππ ππ’ ππππ πππππ ππ ππ πππππ. π±πππππππ. ππππ π ππ π ππππππππ πππππ, πππ πππ πππ πππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππ π ππππππππππππ.
πΈπ π πππβπ ππππππ, ππππ ππ ππ. π½π πππ ππππ πππππ ππ πππ ππ ππ’ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π·ππ π ππ πΈ πππππππ’ ππππππππ£πππ πππππ π’ππ ππππππ π π ππππ πππ, ππππππ πΈ ππππ πππππππ π’ππ? πππ πππ ππππ π πππ π’ππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππ π ππ’? πΈ π ππ ππππ ππππ ππ π πππ, π/π. πππ π ππππβπ ππππππππ ππ ππ ππππ ππππ. πππ π ππππβπ ππππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ. π°ππβ¦ πππ π πππ π ππ πΈ? πΏπππππ πππ ? πΉππππ ππππππββ
πΈ ππππππβπ ππππ’ πππ. π½ππ π πππ π’ππ ππππππππ πππππ, ππππ π ππππππ πππππ ππππππππ ππ ππ. πππ ππππππ π πππ πππππππππ ππ’ ππ’ ππππππ, πππ πΈ πππππππ πΈβπ ππ ππππ ππ‘ππππππππ ππ πππ π’ππ ππ ππππ, ππ π’ππ ππππ'π πππ ππ ππ πππππππππππ ππ ππππππ πππππ ππ, π’ππβ¦
πππ πππππππππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ’ πππππππ ππ ππ ππ π πππ πππππ ππππππβ πππ ππ’ππ ππ π’ππππ ππππ π’ππ π πππππ ππ ππ ππππππ ππππππ πππ π’ππ. π»πππ π’ππ'π ππππππ ππππππ πππ ππ πππ. πΈπ π ππ ππππππ ππππππππππ, π/π, πππππ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ π’ππ, π ππππππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ. π°πππππ.
ππππ ππ’ππ, πππππ π πππ πππππ πππ ππππππ π πππ πππππ πππππ, ππππππππππ ππ. πππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππ, ππ ππ πππππππ ππππ ππ’. πΈπ π ππ ππππππ, ππππππππππ’ π πππ π’ππ π πππ πππππππ’ πππππππ. πππ π ππ’ π’ππ πππππππππ πππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππππ ππ πππ ππ ππ π ππ ππππ. π·ππ π’ππ ππππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππππ π’πππ πππππ, π’πππ π΄πππ, ππππ πΈ π ππ ππππππ. πππ πππππ ππππππ’ ππππππππ π πππ π’ππ ππππππ ππ ππ. πππππ ππ, πΈ πππππππ. πΈπ π ππ πππ ππππππ πππππ, πππ πΈ ππππ π πππππ ππ ππππππ ππππ π’ππ π πππ ππππππππ ππ πππ πππ.
πΈ π πππππππ ππ π’ππβπ π ππππππ ππ ππππ π’πππ πππ πππ ππππ π ππ’βπππππππ πππ πππππ πππ ππππππππππππ’ ππ πππ. π»ππππππ ππ ππ π πππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππππ. πΈπππππ π’ππ.
πΈ πππππ ππ ππππ ππ’ ππ’ππ πππ π’ππ, πππ ππ π ππ ππππ πππ’πππ ππ ππππππ π πππππ ππππ πππ ππ πππ πππππ£ππ. π΄ππππ’ ππππππ, πΈ πππππ ππ’ππππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ π’ππ, ππππππ ππππ πππ ππ’ π πππ πππ ππππππππππ. πΈ ππππππ ππππ ππ’ ππππ, πππππππ πππππππ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ ππ’ ππππππππ.
π°ππ πΈ π πππππ π ππ ππ ππππππ' πππππ π’ππ, ππππ π’πππ πππππππ, πππ πππ π πππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ. πππ π πππ π ππ’πππππ’, π/π. πππ’ πππ πΈ π πππ ππ ππ πππ ππππ’ ππππππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ ππππ? πΈ π πππβπ πππ πππππππ ππππππππππππ ππ’ππ. π½ππππ ππππ ππππ. πΈ ππππβπ ππππ πππ ππππππ. πΈ ππππ πππ, πΈ ππππππ, πππ πΈ ππππ ππ’ ππ’π ππ πππ ππππ£π. π±ππ πππππππππ πππππ π’ππ ππ πππππ πππ πππππ πΈβπ πππ πππ ππ’ππππ.
πΎπππ ππππππ, πΈ ππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππ’π πππππππππ ππππππ πππ ππππππ πππ ππππ’ πππππ. ππππ πππ πππ’πππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ ππ ππ ππ π πππ π’ππ π πππ πππππππππ’ ππππ. πππππππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππππππππππ ππππππβπ ππππ ππ. π±ππππππ ππππππ πππ ππ‘ππππππ, ππ’ ππ’ππ π ππππ ππππ ππ π’ππ, πππππππππ π πππ πππ ππππ. πΈ π ππππ πππππ ππ’ππππ πππππππ ππππππ πππππππ’ ππππππππ ππ’ πππ£π, ππππ’ ππ ππππ ππ’ ππ’ππ ππππππππ ππππ ππ π’ππ πππππ. πΈπ π ππ ππ πππππππππππ πππππ. ππππππππππππππ, ππππ. π°ππ πππππ’ ππππ π’ππ ππππππ ππππ ππ ππ, πΈ ππππππ π πππππππ, ππππ ππ πππ ππππ’ π ππππππ.
ππππ π’ππ πππππππ’ πππππππππ π’ππ πππ π πππ, ππ’ ππππ πππππ-πππππππππ ππ πππ π ππ’ π’ππ ππππππππ ππ πππ ππ π’πππ βπππππ’.β πππ ππππππ ππππ. πππ ππππ ππ‘πππππ’ π πππ π’ππ π πππ πππππ, ππππβπ π’ππ? πΏππππππππ ππ, πππππππππππ ππ, πππ πΈ π πππβπ πππππ ππ ππππ ππ π ππππππ ππππππππ. πΈ π πππβπ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ’ ππππππ ππ’ ππππππ πππππππ πππππ. πΈ π ππ π πππ πππ’ ππππ ππππππ πππ πππ πππππππ. π΅πππ ππ, πΈ π πππππ πππ ππππππ ππππππ πππ ππππ ππ πππππβ.
πΈ ππππππππππ£ππ πππ πππππππππππ π’ππ ππππ ππ πππππ π’πππ πππ πππ πππππππ π πππ ππππππ ππππ ππππ, πππ πΈ ππππππβπ ππππ πππ π πππππ ππ π’ππ πππ πππ ππππ πππππππ. ππππ π’ππ πππππ ππ ππππ ππππ πππππππππ πππ ππ ππ’ πππππππ π’πππ ππππππππ? πΈπ ππππ π ππ πππ ππππ, ππππππππ π ππ π ππππ πΈ π ππ π οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½πππππ ππ ππππ’βπππ π’ππ.
πΈβπ πππ βππππππβ, ππππ’, πππ πΈ π πππππβπ ππ π ππππππππ πππ ππππ. π΄πππ ππ π’ππ π ππππβπ ππππ πππππ πππππ πππππππππππππ, π’ππ π πππ πππππ ππππ ππππππ ππ ππππππ. πΈβπ ππππ ππ ππ’ πππππππ ππ π ππ ππππ πππππππ πππ. πΈβπ ππ πππ ππππ πππππ’ ππ πππ. π·πππ, πΈ πππππ ππ π’πππ πππππ’ πππ ππ π’ππβπ πππ ππ. πΈβπ ππ ππ πππ.
πππ πππππππ ππ π πππ π’πππ π ππππ, πππ πππππππππ π’ππβπ πππππ, πππ πππ ππππ πππ π’ππ πππ ππ ππππ. πΏππ’πππ ππ ππ’ ππππ πππππ, πππ ππππ πππ ππππ πππππ π ππ π πππππ ππππππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ πππππππ π’ππ. πΈ π ππ ππππππππ πππ π’ππ. πΈ πππππ ππππ ππ ππππ π πππ π’ππ, π’πππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ ππππ ππ’ πππππ, πΈ π ππ π πππππππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ πππππ πππ πππππππ ππ πππ π πππ.
πΈ π ππππππ ππ πππ ππ π’ππβπ ππππ πππ π, πππ π’ππ ππππβπ. π½π, π’ππ ππππ π’πππ ππππππ, πππππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ ππ’π. πΈ πππππ πππ πππ π’πππ ππππππ πππππ π ππ πππππππ πππππππ π’πππ πππππ. πππ π πππ ππππ’πππ ππ πππππππ’, ππ πππ’ππ ππ π ππ ππππ πππππππππ’. πππ πππππa ππππ π ππππππ ππππποΏ½οΏ½πππ yourself, πππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππ πΈ π ππ πππ πππππππ’. π° πππππ πππππ ππππ π’ππ, πππππππ ππ πππ π ππππ ππππ? πΈ π ππ ππππππ. π±πππ’, ππππβπ π’ππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππππ π πππππ ππππππ ππ πππ ππ’π? πΈ π ππ πππππ ππππ ππ πππππ π’ππ.
πΈ ππππππ ππππ, πππππππππ πππ πππππ πππππππ ππππ ππ ππππ π’ππ πππππππ ππππ π πππ πππ ππππ π’ππ ππ‘πππππ’ π πππ πΈ π ππ ππππ ππ. ππ ππππ ππππππ π ππππππ ππ πππππ πππ ππππππ. πΈ ππππ π’ππ πππ πππππ ππ ππππ ππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ ππππππππππ. πππ πππππ π ππ πππππππβπ πππππ ππππππ£π πππ π πππ ππ’ πππ£π, ππππππ ππ πππππππ’ ππ πππ ππ π’πππ ππππππππ ππππ πππππππ. ππππ πΈ π ππππππ ππ πππ πππ, πΈ ππππ πππ ππππ πππππππππ ππππ ππ π’ππ, πππππ’ ππππππ ππππππ ππππ ππ’ ππππππ’βπππ πππ , πππ πππππ, πππ πππ ππ’π.
πππ π πππ ππππππ π’πππ πππππππππ π ππ ππππ πππ ππππππ£πππ, ππππ ππππ π ππππππ πππππππ ππ’ ππ π ππππππ. π±ππ πΈ ππππ ππππ π πππβπ πππ πππ. πΈβπ ππ ππππππ π’ππ πππππ. ππππ ππ’ππ ππππ ππ ππ’ πππππ’πππππβπ ππ’ π πππππβπ πΈ ππππ ππππ? π°ππππ πππ πππππ. πΈ ππππ π πππππππ ππ ππ’ππππ ππ ππππ ππππππ.
π½ππ , πΈ πππππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ, ππ’ ππππ πππππππ πππππππππππ’ πππππππ πππ ππππ ππππ πππππ. πΈ πππβπ ππππ ππ ππ πππ’ ππππππ. πππ ππππ πππ π πππππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ’, πππ πππππ, πππππ’ πππππ ππ ππππππππππ πππ πππ ππππ πππππππ ππ’ ππππππππ. πΈπβπ π π ππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ π’πππ πππππ‘πππππππ πππππβπππππ, πππππ, π πππ π ππππ ππ πππππππππ ππ πππ πππ ππππππππ. ππππππππππ’ ππππ ππππ π ππππππ ππ ππππ πππ ππππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ.
πππ ππππ πππππ, πππ ππππππππ πππππ πππππ ππππ π πππ π ππππππππ πππππππ, πππ πΈ ππππ ππ ππ’ πππ. πΈ ππππ ππ’ ππππ ππ πππ πππππππππ ππππ, ππππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππβπ ππππ. πππ ππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ ππππππππ πππππππ πππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ ππ πΈ ππππππ ππ πππ£ππ ππ’ ππππππππ. πΌπ’ πππππ ππππππ πππ ππ’ ππππππ πππππ ππ πππππππ , ππππππ ππππππ.
πΈ ππππ ππππ πππππππ πππ ππππ, π πππ ππππ π ππππππππ ππ’ ππππππ ππ πΈ π πππ ππ’ ππππ ππππππ ππ’ πππππ ππππππ. πππ ππππ πππππ πππππππ’ ππππππ π’ππ ππππ πππππ ππ’ πππππ. π° ππππ ππ ππππππ πππππ ππ πππ πππ, π πππ πππ ππππππ’ πππππππ πππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πππ πππ. πΈ ππππππ ππ πππππ ππ’ πππππ, πππ πππππππππ πππππππ π ππππππ ππ ππ’ πππππ. πππ πππππ πππππ ππ ππππ πππππππ πππππ ππππππ ππ πππππ ππππ πππ πππππππ π πππππ π. π΄ππππ’πππππ πππππππ πππππ, ππππππ ππ ππ’ ππ π’πππ πππππ ππππ’π πππππππ’ ππ ππ’ ππππ ππππ π πππππ πΈ πππβπ π πππ ππ πππ.
πΈ πππππ ππ’ ππ’ππ, πππ π’πππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ ππ’ ππππ. πππ π ππ’ π’ππ ππππππ ππ ππ ππ ππ πΈ π ππ π’πππ ππ π ππππππππ πππππ’. ππππ’ π πππ ππ πππππππ ππ ππππ ππ π πππ ππ ππππππ’ πππ ππππ πππππ’ πππ ππππππ π’ππ. πΈβππ ππ π’πππ πΆππ πππ ππππβ¦ ππ ππππβπ π πππ π’ππ π πππ. π±ππ ππ π ππβπ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππ π’πππ ππππππ, ππ’ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππ, π πππππππππ π’ππ πππππππ. πΎπππ’ πΈβπ πππ ππππ ππ ππ’ ππππππβ πππ ππ πππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππ’ π πππ π ππππππ ππππ-ππ πππ ππ’ ππππ πππ π ππ’ πππππ, πππππ πππ ππ’ ππππππππππππ ππ π’ππ.
πππ π πππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ πππππ πππ£πππ’ ππ ππ’ πππππ, πππππππ πππ ππππ ππππ ππππππ πππ π ππ’ πππππ πππ ππππππππ π πππ ππ πππππ ππ πππ ππ πππ ππππ. π΄ππππ’ ππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ’ ππππππ ππ π πππ πππ πππππ πππππ ππ πππ πππβπ ππππππππ. ππππ π ππππ π’ππ ππ ππ π’ππ πππ ππ ππππ ππππ? πππππ π’ππ π πππ ππ ππ π ππππππ ππππ πππππ ππππ πΈ ππππ π π ππππππ? π΅πππ ππ ππ ππβπ ππππππ.
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Currently thinking about... how break-up sex would go with JJK men...
Like what if, even though you're both so in love with each other, the situation you're in right now forces you to break up with them. They'll try to fight about it, of course, you're crazy about each other, after all. But you insist on breaking up, even going as far as to tell them that you don't love them anymore just so they'll believe you. And before you say goodbye, you ask them to hold you one last time.
Satoru would be quiet. Sex was always fun with him. rough, fast, exhausting, but never boring. Sex with him was always filled with laughter, giggles, and playful kisses that would end with gasps and moans but your last time with him would be quiet. So quiet, in fact, that you could probably hear the sound of him gritting his teeth while he was fucking you from behind, all because he was trying to stop himself from saying, "This is a joke. This must be a joke. We play tricks on each other all the time. You're just trying to get back at me, aren't you, baby? There's no way you don't love me anymore. But even if you do, I don't care. I had let someone go a long time ago and I'd spent years of my life regretting it. I'm not letting you go, not now, not ever. You're staying. No, I'll make you stay." He wouldn't look at you when he fucked you, not once, as he was actually scared that you truly hated him then. But it wouldn't matter if you did. He was never going to let you go.
Suguru would listen with his stoic face intact when you told him that you wanted to break up with him. And softly, he'd ask you why, and you'd lie and tell him that you just didn't love him anymore and his eyes would turn cold as he looked at you, trying to read between your lies and you were scared that he'd know the truth. And if you told him that you wanted him to hold you one last time, he would smile and say, "Sure." but it felt so eerie that you had goosebumps breaking on your skin. Suguru would drag you out of the bed, tear open your dress and his grip was hard enough to leave bruises on your skin but he would still be smiling, even when you flinched in pain. "You like it better like this anyway, right?" he'd say as he fucked you standing up from behind with his fingers wrapped around your neck. He'd have you stand in front of a mirror, making sure to see the pathetic face you made every time he fucked you stupid. He'd show you that you were his in every way possible, making sure you understand that you were going to fucking regret it if you decided to leave him.
Yuuji would be so confused. He'd be confused when you kissed him after you said you didn't love him anymore. He'd be confused when you still hugged him afterward, and kissed his neck, and tugged onto his shirt before you pulled it over his head. He'd be confused when you asked him to hold you one last time, and he wouldn't say anything when you pushed him down to the bed. It was only when you sat on his lap, trying to slide his cock inside that he'd stop you. "No, wait, I can't do it," he would say, unable to look at you because suddenly, tears started to brim in his eyes. "If you're going to leave me after we're done, I can't do it. I love you. I don't know why you suddenly changed your mind about me, but I'm still in love with you and I don't think I can love anyone else but you. You'll break me if you do this, so please..." His voice would break and he would hug you close, his chin placed on your shoulder, his voice, sketched with the tears he was trying to hold back, reverberating right in your ear. "Please stop and tell me. I'm an idiot so I'm very slow at figuring things out and I don't know if I hurt you and I'm sorry but... I want to understand... Why...? Why are you leaving me? Am I... not enough for you?"
Megumi would not do it. He wouldn't kiss you. He wouldn't touch you. He'd only clench his jaw and ball his fingers into fists the second the words "I don't love you anymore" flowed past your lips. And when you tried to kiss him, he'd take a step back, his voice deep when he asked you, "Have I done something wrong?" You'd shake your head no, saying "It's not because of you, Megumi. It's meβ" and he'd cut you off with a "Don't give me that bullshit." He'd raise his voice, but only because he was shaking inside. "If that's true, then tell me what it is! Whatever you did, I'll forgive you. If it's a part of you that you think is the problem, I'll accept it. If it's the situation we're in, let me know so I can fix it. Don't just show up and tell me you don't love me anymore, don'tβ" he took a breath, his voice breaking at the end. His face would twist in heartbreak when he finally gathered the strength to look at you in the eyes. His voice would soften when he continued, "Don't tell me you're leaving me. Please."
Yuuta would feel a thousand emotions at once. For the first few minutes when you told him you didn't love him anymore, he'd keep asking you, "Why? Was it something I said? What did I do wrong? How can I make this right? Please. Tell me. Tell me so I can fix everything." And you'd see tears glazing his eyes and he would look so frightened, so heartbroken, unable to believe that the love of his life was slipping out of his fingers. When you told him, "It doesn't matter, Yuu. I just can't do this anymore." Yuuta would panic, colors leaving his face and he'd start begging, "No, please, you can't leave me. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my everything, please don't do this to me, please tell me how to make things right," and it was breaking your heart seeing him like this so you'd try to distract him by kissing him.
He'd whimper against your mouth, cupping your face with both hands, still whispering, "Don't leave me" again and again. He'd slowly regain his composure, his body melting under your kiss and when you started touching him, he'd respond with as much passion, love, and desire as he usually offered you, not knowing that it was going to be his last time with you. It was only when he was holding you in his arms, your legs tangled around his waist, his mouth slicked with your cum, his hips thrusting slow but deep, that you told him the truth, "This is going to be our last time."
Yuuta would freeze, his eyes turning round in both surprise and horror, but after that... You'd find your body folded in half, your head trapped between your knees, your jaw hanging low on your face, unable to even scream his name as he was fucking the breath out of you. His usually delicate moans would turn into heavy grunts, and he'd bunch the sheets under his fingers before he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed, holding them with one hand as he used his other one to grip firmly onto the back of your thigh, pushing you up even further so he could bury himself deep inside you.
"You're not leaving me," he'd breathe out. "I won't let you. We promised each other we'd be together until we die. I won't let you break it." He'd kiss you, rough and messy, smothering you with it. He'd see a hint of fear written in your eyes, maybe you'd even cry a little from how rough he was being with you, but he'd kiss the tears away, his smile looking both beautiful and terrifying when he said, "Don't worry, Sweetheart. There's nothing to be afraid of. No one will love you better than me, I promise you. And if anyone dares to come between us," he'd angle your face to the side, lick a stripe up your neck before he let his smile graze your ear.
"I'll fucking kill them."
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asking to put makeup on them !
incl. yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro, inumaki toge
guys i wanted to add nanami sooo bad but literally had a brainfart, i couldn't think of anything
#sage -> writes!#sage -> smaus!#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fluff#geto suguru#gojo satoru#nanami kento#sukuna ryomen#toji fushiguro#inumaki toge#yuji itadori#itadori yuuji#yuji x reader#jjk x reader#jjk angst#jjk smau#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#toji x reader#jjk blurb#jjk fic#jjk oneshot#jjk texts#shoko ieiri#shiu kong#ino takuma
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Crack JJK headcanons but itβs all early 2000s uncle Sukuna:
The spiritual successor to Crack JJK headcanons based on nothing but vibes. Send me your own silly headcanons I would absolutely love to read them!!
2003-2007
He desperately tried to make Yuujiβs first word be βfuck.β
He got so sick and tired of having to watch the same Barney VHS tape while babysitting that he ripped the film out and blamed it on toddler Yuuji.
Yuuji always begs him to draw his tattoos on him every time he babysits.
One time toddler Yuuji broke Sukunaβs flip phone in half. Sukuna was too impressed to be mad at him for it.
2008-2013
He brought five year old Yuuji to a Slipknot concert and had him up on his shoulders with big noise cancelling headphones onβ¦ and also βforgotβ to ask Jin permission to bring him beforehand.
He tried to do a trick on Yuujiβs razor scooter and accidentally broke it.
He took Yuuji with him to Warped Tour.
He got really embarrassed when Jin showed Yuuji his high school yearbook photos of him with a mohawk.
He has a leather jacket with pins and patches all over it and Yuuji LOVES wearing it when he comes over.
2014-2017
He cut Yuujiβs hair when he got into middle school and told Jin βIβll be damned if my nephew has a bowl cut.β
When Yuuji got into a fight at school he asked him βdid you win?β When Yuuji said yes he took him to get ice cream.
He had a white iPhone and dropped it, cracking the glass on the back; Yuuji colored in the cracks with neon pink sharpie.
The first time Yuuji snuck out Sukuna chewed him out when he got back home, telling him βI donβt care if you sneak off, but you fucking tell me next time.β
Whenever Yuuji gets in trouble at school, Sukuna is always the one to pick him up because the principal is afraid of him.
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jealousy, jealousy
just you being a little jealous over girls fawning over your too good to be true boyfriend .α
includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge.
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lowkey got carried away making this lmaoo
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red sky at dawn
chapter 3 of Like the Moon Haunts the Sun is out now!! first chapter release of 2025 yippee yay wahoo we hope u enjoy!! read from the beginning here ooh u wanna read from the beginning so badddd lmhs blog: @lmhsfic sam my love: @philosophiums
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#geto suguru#jjk fanfic#jjk fic#yuji itadori#fushiguro megumi#jjk atla!au#nobara kugisaki#itafushi#atla!au: art#lmhs#coming from my current style in2 looking at this gives me whiplash and it wasnt even that long ago??#i think i came back to this one around october or september 2024 idek anymore#sighs chapter 3 art beloathed i will not sing this one's praises beyond admitting it was not as bad as i remember it being#i don't want to look at it longer than necessary tho gfsdhj and i feel so BAD bc ch3 my beloved what a banger :<<<<#its ok!! they cant all be winners too much time has passed#2024 signature also gfhjd i. do not care enough 2 change it also this is not 2025 work so !
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jjk men x reader smau - they find out you cosplay!
characters included: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, shiu, yuji, megumi, and yuta
yallll i am so sorry i was gone for like 3 weeks my dumbass deleted tumblr for genshin storage and i forgot my damn password πππ pray for my brain cells vro
#jjk smau#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk texts#jjk text fic#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo x reader#geto x y/n#geto x you#geto x reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#nanami x reader#choso x you#choso x y/n#choso x reader#toji x y/n#toji x you#toji x reader#shiu x y/n#shiu x you#shiu x reader#yuji x you#yuji x y/n#yuji x reader#megumi x y/n#megumi x you#megumi x reader
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