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Me, a JJK fanfic writer: man i don’t know why I keep thinking that Junpei’s last name is ‘Iori’. It’s happened multiple times. Eh, whatever. Probably got him confused with Shoko Ieri. Either that or just my usual horrible ability with names kicking in. Also me, finally playing persona 3 reload after playing a pirated version of Persona 3 Portable for a small while a few years back:
Favorite Satoru ship? Satoru x suguru satoru x nanami Satoru x utahime Satoru x shoko Other (comment/put in tags) Please no fighting: I’m just genuinely curious as to how many people ship different things since I haven’t really interacted with this fandom much until recently. Only put four options because I feel like any others would only get very miniscule picks and I didn’t want to have to list every character in the series.
Hi it’s good to see you again and glad you are doing okay, and just wanna say you are in no way a half baked writer. Your writing truly made me cry sometimes and giggle a lot and made me stare at the ceiling or wall for 15 min straight. Your writing truly touched a lot of hearts, so don’t put yourself down. Your writing is a gift ❤️.
Oh my goodness thank you so much anon, I genuinely adore this!! You worded how I feel writing so well, it’s a whole process trying to get through the emotional turmoil I reread Lush and genuinely felt that it was sooooo long, idk how I was popping out 6-8k every two weeks with my classes stacked on everything. Now, with a bit more free time, I’m losing my touch!! I’ve just been so busy, honestly. Now that I know that my fans care, it’ll be in my best interest to push through!
Taking a cooking class with husband!Nanami Proshippers DNI Contents: husband!nanami, pure fluff Length: short Requests: Open You slip on some comfortable shoes and stand up straight, your husband standing nearby ready to offer you a hand. Ever the gentleman. Kento adjusts his tie and clears his throat. “All ready, darling?” He asks, holding out an arm for you to take. You grab your purse and take his arm like you always do. You nod and like that you’re off, Kento leading you to the car and opening your door for you. He always does this when you go on dates togethe, no matter how many you go on. It never ceases to make you blush. You thank him quietly and he nods, closing the door and hurrying to the drivers side. You grab a small fluffy blanket from the back seat and convert into passenger princess mode, getting cozy for the half hour drive to the cooking class the two of you will be taking together this evening. Kento is nothing short of a good cook, but you could use a bit of practice and you’d love nothing more than to spend more time with your husband. Kento and you talk about nothing and everything on your way. Everything feels so easy with him. Like you don’t even have to try to have a good time, the good time just seems to find the two of you in the most mundane of times. When Kento parks in front of the learning center, you toss your blanket into the back seat and take a sip of your water before stretching your arms out, and looking over at Kento. “Are you gonna get all offended if I open my own door?” You ask playfully. Kento chuckles and shakes his head. “I respect your independence” he replies just as playful. You giggle and open the door, hopping out of the car and meeting Kento in front of it, taking his hand and smiling at its warmth. When you enter the classroom, the teacher greets you sweetly and gestures to an empty kitchen space. Kento leads you over to it and you set your purse down. Kento pockets his keys and the two of you take stock of what’s around you. A few cooking utensils, a large frying pan, two large bowls, and to your right a small refrigerator. There are various spices and things organized neatly at each station. You can tell Kento is enjoying the way things are perfectly in their place. The class begins, and Kento pulls out a small notepad and a pen, ever ready to take notes and do things correctly the first time. The teacher hands around a recipe that Kento examines closely while holding it at an angle that you can see as well. She begins instructing the class and you and Kento get to work. You notice other couples struggling and bumping into each other while you and Kento work perfectly in tandem. This is how most things go for the two of you. You always work together well, barely needing to say anything at all. “Darling, can you pass me the-“ Kento begins to say, and you’re already handing over the garlic cloves. “Ken, can I please have-“ once again you practically read each other’s thoughts and he passes you the knife. By the end of the night, you and Kento have made some sort of chicken, rice and vegetables. Kento has written detailed notes in his notepad and you’ve followed every step of the recipe as well as you can. The two of you look down at what you’ve made and your mouth is watering. It looks delectable and you can’t wait to get a mouth full. “Alright everyone, time to try what you’ve made!” The teacher announces. You smile up at Kento before taking a look around the room. Others have burnt pieces, disheveled plating, hard veggies. Some look better than yours and Kento’s too, but you know that yours will taste the best given that you and he made it together. Kento gathers a nice bite and holds it out to you. You gratefully take it and chew slowly, taking in the combination of flavors. You let your eyes go wide as you look back up at him. “Ken you have to try this! We’re amazing cooks!” You exclaim, covering your mouth since there’s still food in it. Kento chuckles and uses a napkin on the corner of your mouth. “You’re precious you know that?” Kento says as you gather up a less than elegant bite for him. “You’re the precious one, now take a bite!” You exclaim, taking a few steps in place, showing your excitement with your body. Kento pats your head and takes the bite you’re impatiently holding out to him. His usual composure breaks slightly as his eyes widen ever so slightly. “I have to say, this is very good” he murmurs after swallowing his food. You beam at him, eyes closed, nose all scrunched up just how he loves. He can’t help but to kiss your nose and tuck your hair behind your ear. The teacher mills around the room, giving pointers and tasting dishes. You’re sure that she only teaches this class to try all of the samples. She gets to your station and takes a small bite before smiling at both of you. “This is wonderful” she begins, before giving tips on how to make the timing work better, and how hot to keep the stove when cooking. Kento nods along with her, asking and answering questions as the arise. You join in as well, explaining how you did the chopping, and showing her how you held the knife. She holds the knife with you, showing you how to get more even and faster chops. By the time you exit to the parking lot you feel like a real pro, although you’d still like to return next week. Kento has an arm wrapped around you and a pleasant smile on his face. “Did you enjoy yourself, darling?” He asks, opening the passenger door for you. You step into the car and nod. “Best date ever” Proshippers DNI
yo, tell me if im reaching but uh ive been thinking and…… sukuna is lowk a p*dophile.. like wasn’t it like the first or second episode when sukuna is introduced and one of the first things he’s hype about is women and children… and i swear i remember him making a remark about nobara after killing yuji and megumi… sukuna has been my favorite for a while n i liked his evil ass but hell, he’d like me too ૮₍ɵ̷﹏ɵ̷̥̥᷅₎ა
⊹ ࣪ ˖ w h y n a n a m i i s l a t e ⋆˚࿔ pure fluff that’s just way too sweet the sizzling of scrambled eggs and sausage reverberated through the kitchen. your back was turned from your two girls sitting at the dining table. you could hear your eldest too busy making fart noises with her cheeks that had your your little one in her high chair cackling and shrieking with pure joy. smile tugging at your lips, your moomoo swayed against the cold tiles as you stepped towards the other pan, checking the heart shaped pancakes the girls would flip the table over if they couldn’t have. your mornings were typically like this before taking the girls to school and daycare, then heading home to get ready for work yourself. but from the depths of your bedroom, you could hear kento rummaging and shuffling about. when you had first tried to wake him this morning, you were met with bloodshot eyes and heavy lids that were begging to hide them, instantly breaking your heart. before you could even think of the words to convince him to shut his eyes and rest, the stubborn blonde had already twisted his lips to ask: “what time is it?” and as soon as you told him a little after 7:30 in the morning, you knew your weak attempt of convincing him was long gone. his arm was already yanking the cover off of him like a cape. “ken!” you called, flipping the golden cakes over, the sweet smell brushing your nose. “daddy!” your eldest—‘your mini me,’ nanami claimed—called out right after you. at the sound of his footsteps, yours eyes darted to the kitchen entrance, watching him stream in the kitchen with the same tired eyes you seen already. his hair that was almost always in a pristine swoop, was disheveled and casting a curtain over his forehead. the beige suit jacket he wore that emphasized every muscle in his arm was slung lazily over one shoulder, and his briefcase filled with mountains of spreadsheets and documents were all threatening to escape through the opening. your eyes went back to the stove, flipping a pancake over once more. you felt his large hand around your waist, pulling you gently back against his chest. you leaned into his familiar warmth as he planted a succession of soft, sleepy kisses to your temple and cheek. “good morning, honey,” he murmured, his forehead resting against your bonnet. his hand trailed down your hip, giving your ass a light playful tap, discreet enough to pass right over the girls’ head, but enough to make you blush. you grinned up at him, giving him a look with your eyebrow raised. you turned to the girls briefly before smiling back at him. “aren’t these the same touches from last night that made you oversleep in the first place?” you whispered. “hmm, i think there were a little more touches than that,” he teased, hand tightening around your waist to tug you back against his chest. more bashful snickers left your lips before you lightly pushed him away. “eww, are you and mommy kissing over there?” your eldest cooed, childish laughter escaping from her. you both turned to her, smiling. “your coffee is on the table,” you told him, eyes focusing on the eggs and sausage in the other pan. “and i already have the steak from last night wrapped in the foil for your lunch.” he planted one more lingering kiss against the fabric of your bonnet before rushing around the table to his girls. he leaned over his eldest, murmuring “have a great day at school, sweetheart,” as he kissed her forehead. “your spelling test is today?” even in the midst of him rushing and trudging through exhaustion, you couldn’t help but smile as he always made sure to remember every single detail for the girls. “yup,” your eldest answered confidently. “you’re going to ace it, baby,” he assured. he rushed over to the other side to the youngest, grinning and giggling already seeing her daddy sneakily rush over to her. you heard him plant two huge kisses to her forehead and your arm that was to flipping and turning when making breakfast, instantly felt stiff. there was an uncomfortable pause in the air. like a fresh lemon squeezed in your eyes, you closed it, just waiting for impact of the scene behind you. big mistake babe , you thought to yourself. “that’s not fair!” the eldest protested, folding her arms and grimacing at her daddy. “what’s not fair, sweetheart?” “she got two kisses, and i only got one!” she whined. you shook your head, bottom lip tucking behind your teeth to prevent laughter. “okay, you’re right,” nanami admitted in defeat, rushing over to his eldest to even the score, but the moment he pulled away from the high chair, the toddler took it personally. her lower lip trembled, and her previous giggles were now sniffles. and as soon as he planted a kiss on the eldest’s forehead, you could hear it echo through the kitchen, before being overtaken by the youngest’s dramatic, sudden wailing. the eggs, pancakes and scrambled eggs were long done, and the stove was turned off, but you refused to turn around just yet, opting to wait with a mere grin spread across your face. “damn it,” kento muttered under his breath, peering down at the strict time on his watch that had long left him. the eldest’s eyes grew wide, a triumphant grin replacing her pout. “ooo daddy! that’s a dollar in the swear jar.” kento pinched the bridge of his nose, just absolutely defeated by a six-year-old. “yup, sweetie. just put it on my tab,” he sighed, digging a bill out of his wallet and dropping it on the table. the cries of the youngest still echoed throughout the kitchen. he quickly stepped over and scooped her out of her high chair, holding her secure against his chest. he bounced her gently on his hip, murmuring a few low and soothing words to the toddler until her dramatic wails finally cut short, turning into quiet, satisfied sniffles. her eyes, hazel like his, widened immediately as you set her plate with tiny cut up pancakes and sausages drizzled in syrup on the table. her body and little legs wiggled in excitement as kento carefully set her back down in her high chair. she clapped briefly before diving into her food, syrup all over her face already. you watched a much-needed exhale leave his lips. his hooded eyes, completely full of softness, admiring his girls, peaceful and enjoying the well-prepared food set before them. the tension in his shoulders dropped and a genuine tug of a smile pulled at one side of his mouth. when he turned to grab his briefcase and food, he almost knocked into you. you were already holding his things with an extra plate in front of him, and smiling up at him. “i got it from here,” you teased. “also i got some extra breakfast for you here.” a soft chuckle vibrated through his chest as he took the briefcase and food, setting them on the counter so his hands were completely free. he swiftly closed the distance between you two, his large hands anchoring securely around your waist, and your moomoo swaying against the tiles as he pulled you in closer near his chest. “you’re gonna be late, ken,” you warned, knowing damn well you didn’t care, completely taken by his warmth and hands. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. he leaned down, eyes closing as he kissed you deeply. no tongue, or anything too slick, but just a firm and meaningful kiss that took your breath away as if he did. “thank you, honey. for giving me this—for giving me my world,” he said in between the kiss. as he pulled away, his thumb reached up to gently wipe a smudge of syrup near your lip, making you blush under his touch. he kept his warm gaze on you as he quickly licked the sweetness off his finger before grabbing his things off the counter. “have a good day at work, baby,” you waved, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as if that wasn’t your husband already. “i love you,” he whispered, bringing his briefcase to his side, two plates in the other hand. his eyes averted to the strand that fell right at the bridge of his nose. “bad hair day, i suppose.” “very bad,” your eldest chimed in, pulling her head back and letting the pancake drop in her mouth. your toddler, of course, giggled away at her sister’s antics. a/n: when i wrote “i’ll take it from here,” i sighed so loud
Gojo sleeping with his eyes open… it’s a habit he’s had since he was a kid and it freaks the fuck out of people. Imagine his eyes were always so dry before he learned how to heal himself because even when awake he kept forgetting to blink
THIS POST INCLUDES IMPLICATIONS OF IF NOT DIRECT SPOILERS FOR JUJUTSU KAISEN PLEASE SCROLL THANKS anyways i don’t think we has a fandom talk enough about shoko ieiri actually yes satoru and suguru are a mess and break my heart and i love them all so so much my heart physically hurts sometimes when i think too hard about them but shoko utterly DEVASTATES me. she was friends with them all, too. they were her people, her loved ones, her family. like she was theirs. shoko, satoru, suguru. haibara and nanami, utahime, and mei (as much as i hate her). they were a group, a class, one, y'know? those were her people. and she had to watch them all, one by one, die. far too young, all of them died far too young. and she had to witness it from the safety of the school walls and sorcerers protection. and she would’ve had to preform the autopsies. she would’ve been the one to have to cut them open and prepare the bodies for burial. her friends. her family. and then there was none of them left to extend that back to her, not in the same way. i haven’t read the manga so i don’t know much about everything after satoru’s final fight; i know utahime survives, but does she and shoko even talk in canon anymore? there’s the students, but thats so different, its not the same. shoko ieiri the woman you are. she devastates me. she did not deserve that, none of them deserved that. catch me sobbing over them in my car for 2 hours.
𐙚 — S A T I V A ! C. K x S. G. 🍃 𐙚 p l u g ! C h o s o x f e m ! r e a d e r x 𐙚 f r a t b o y ! S u g u r u | art by @/mochikuyo | d i v i d e r b y @ / c u r s e d - c a r m i n e | MDNI | m . l i s t 𐙚 “ I t ’ s f o u r i n t h e m o r n i n g a n d y o u ’ r e s t i l l a t y o u r p l u g ’ s a p a r t m e n t . ” Choso didn’t necessarily care about whether you had a boyfriend or not. Once your boyfriend discovers your dirty little secret, he surprisingly isn’t upset? In fact, he wants to join ?! 𐙚 extra : re ade r i s a c t i ve l y che at i ng ! p l ea s e do no t e n g a ge i f thi s i sn ’t so m e th ing y o u’ re co m f or t ab le wi th re a d in g . 𐙚 tags : lowkey hard dom choso , soft dom suguru . Se x u n d er th e i n fl u en c e, sl i g ht im p ac t p l ay , h a i r p ul l in g , d ac r yp h i li a , u np r ot e ct e d s ex ( wr a p i t b ef o re yo u ta p i t ! ) , S ug u ru c al l s h im s el f d a dd y l i k e o nc e Smoke filled the air as music played softly in the background. The room lit up with a soft orange and gentle yellow from a nearby sunset lamp. Sativa by Jhene Aiko, perfect for the occasion. The first phone call came around eleven PM. “You gonna answer that?” Choso murmured softly into your collarbone, sweet kisses from his pierced lip littered your skin while his thumbs gently pressed into the bone of your hip. Your grip on his shirt tightened, feeling a small pinch of his teeth as he bit down. A soft sigh is released, your body relaxing into his. Of course Choso knew you weren’t going to answer, you made no move to. Instead he moved your hips back and forward creating some kind of friction between the wet spot in your panties to the sensitive head of his unclothed cock. He felt the warmth of your breath, your head tucked into his neck, whimpering softly as his cock brushed against your clit through your panties in slow strokes. “You gonna answer me , Princess?” The red in his eyes matched yours. Your phone kept ringing. By the fifth..no— maybe sixth ring, it stopped. You shudder, one of Choso’s hand moving from your hip, sliding down to the softness of your ass before landing a sharp smack ! The sound echoing throughout his apartment. His hand came down on the spot, kneading the skin like dough. “ Fuck —“ You gasp, your cunt dripping wet, wanting— waiting on Choso to take you right then and there. “Cho..” The breaths came in soft pants, your thighs quivering on either side of his legs. He hums in response, rubbing the tingling spot of your ass. The hand slides up your back, over the spare t-shirt of his you wore, until it reached the back of your neck. Choso’s cock twitched against your sex, his lip curled— a ghost of a smirk lying there. “I didn’t hear you. Say it again?” He whispers, hand finding its place in your hair, tugging your head from his neck to get a goood look at your flushed face. Your pussy quivered at the sting, pitifully leaking over Choso’s bare cock. “I- No .” Your stared right into his eyes, intoxicated like yourself. Your body felt light yet heavy in his grasp. Satisfied with your answer, Choso’s eyes flicker down to your body. Your nipples hard- aching against the shirt everytime the material brushed against them. The pink panties were soaking wet. “You want it?” He bites his lip, watching the way your hips buck, low groan slipping past his lips at the sensation. You whimper, lips parting to answer, quickly cut off by Choso’s hips shifting, cock pressing riiight up against your throbbing clit. A soft cry leaves your body trembling. “Use your words Princess.” “Y-Yes—— fuck — I want it Cho.” Now, Choso usually gave into you easily. Usually, he let you have control, but this time that was thrown out of the window. The hand on your hip slides down to your panties. He groans at just how wet you are, the slick making such a mess already before he even got to fuck you. “You get this wet for him?” It was quick, but the comment made your breathe hitch. Two of Choso’s fingers hooked to the ruined wet panties, pulling until they ripped, freeing your puffy pussy. His brow quirks up, taking a look at his pussy for the night before looking up at your nervous eyes. The hand in your hair tightens its grip, making you gasp, whining softly as your hips jerked. “I-“ “When was it?” You knew what he was asking, not that he particularly cared about Suguru, your boyfriend, but for your plug he was quite territorial over your pussy. Choso made it clear from the beginning that he fucked no one else outside of you. He’d angled his tip right up against your hole, your juices dripping down his cock. A sharp moan tears from your throat, before you could answer, the thick mushroom tip- wet and leaking pre cum that dribbled down the thick pulsing veins, down to the small bush that rested at his base- dove into right into your pussy. “Ch-Cho!” Your eyes shut for a bit, pussy pulsing around him, wanting to swallow all the inches you’ve felt countless times. “Please..” “When?” He asks again, calmly. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, filled with lust, hunger, and greed. Choso’s cock twitched inside of you, white dribbling from your cunt. “Last night.” You whisper, opening your eyes to stare into his. “…Can you fuck me now?” The second phone call came around twelve-thirty AM…..then the third? Maybe a few more afterwords- The music long gone- forgotten about. No one was paying attention anyways. Loud slaps of skin filled the room. Your body shook underneath Choso’s, his chest flushed against yours, eyes closed- lips parted, your foreheads touched. His cock drove into you deeeep to the hilt, kissing your womb as your slick, gummy walls swallowed every inch of it. Hard, slow strokes filled you, his balls slapped against the small of your ass, your pussy filling his ears- nasty little noises she made. His cum, mixed with your juices, rode down your cunt into a slowly filling pool. “That’s it…You’re gonna take this dick like a good girl, you understand me?” “ Yes — oh god - fuck..” You couldn’t breathe. Your finger nails dug into his back, scratching every time he hit that sweet spot. One of his hands gripped the arm of the couch, the other one holding one of your legs up and open- searching deeper. “ Thaaat’s my Princess. Want me to fill you up some more don’t you?” He chokes out a moan. “Feels good don’t it? Hm? My cock— deeep inside this pussy. All mine…until you’re fucking your boyfriend.” His thrusts get hard, cock sinking deeper into your messy cunt. “It’s- s’too full Cho- wait-“ Your trembling hands found their way to his chest, pushing against them. “Fuck-“ Your pussy fluttered around him. “He’s too nice to fuck you the way you want to be fucked.” Choso leans down close to your ear, “My Princess wants just a liiitle disrespect,” Your cunt jumps for joy, a confirmation, “She wants to be told what to do.” He murmurs, kissing the small of your ear. “Wants to be told to take it .” “Fuck- f-fuck yes…nngh-“ Choso’s eyes snapped open, pulling up just a bit to watch the sweet, sweet tears roll down your cheeks, your head slightly tilted back against one of the couch pillows. Your back arches, forcing out the loud moan you were holding back. So good, so good how he filled you, so good how he touched you with so much care even when he spanked you, how Choso made sure you were comfortable over everything right before he made a mess out of you. So full that you just- “C..ant-“ “Don’t run from it.” His hips draw back, his cock slipping with ease from your pussy before he thrusts into you all in one go. You sob, nails digging into his chest. “Take it.” He groans, his grip on the couch tightening. Your cunt squeezed around him, a sharp hiss passing his lips. Close, you were close and Choso knew it all too well. The way your breath got heavier, the uncontrollable jerk of your hips. “I’m- I’m gonna- have to—“ “Don’t cum until I tell you to, understand?” Your ringtone cuts through the tension in the room. Choso lets out a small sigh, his rhythm slowing until he stopped. You frown, “Wait- don’t stop..Cho-“ He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, to the tears of overstimulation slipping from your eyes, to your parted lips, before his grip loosens on the couch and drawing back. The marks on his chest freshly red, and then you felt it. Him going soft inside of you. He slips out of you slowly with a small hiss, his eyes closing for a second before they look down at your face. And for a moment…you just stare at each other, your phone goes silent. “I’m sorry-“ It rings again. You untangle your leg from around him, sitting up with a small sigh and walking over to the speaker where your phone lay. You can see the contact poster before you even fully grasp the phone, Suguru, your love, your boyfrien d. Choso watches you for a bit. Watches as you clear your throat, your eyes softening down at the screen. It was interesting to him, because he knew that above all you loved Suguru with nearly all of your heart. He slips his underwear back on, finding one of the scrunchies from his pigtails (that you took down during a very heated makeout session) before putting his hair in a low ponytail. He grabs the forgotten blunt from earlier, wrapped in the pink papers he bought for you, your lipgloss leaving a print every single time. “Sugu? Is something wrong?” Your voice was soft, strained, a slight rasp from how much you moaned. The sound of a lighter flicks behind you, turning just a bit to see Choso take a hit of the blunt, blowing out the smoke, putting it back between his lips, and gathering your clothes from the floor to fold. “ Angel .” Your heart thumps. Guilt…? Love… something more you couldn’t quite decribe. The soft tone that Suguru carried filled with worry and relief that you answered. “Are you alright sweet girl?” You could see the smile on his face, knowing his brows were furrowed also. “Yes-…yes baby I’m fine .” The weight you didn’t recognize lifted from your shoulders. “Are you alright-“ “I called…. Then I called again , and again. I was worried when you didn’t answer the first time.” Something in his voice changed. Yes, Suguru was always sweet with you, even in bed while he absolutely wrecked you. You were silent, swallowing thickly. “The kickback ended, so I figured I’d spend some time with my sweet girl instead of being there all morning surrounded by drunken frat men. And knowing you, I knew you’d be up at this hour..” Your breath hitches, smoke passing by your ear, a warm hand grazed your stomach, followed by a warm body leaning against your back. “The first time I called, you weren’t at the apartment. I figured you were probably busy, still out to get something to smoke….but when I called you again, you still didn’t answer. I checked your location, and you were still there.” The apartment, your shared apartment , with your boyfriend . Choso kisses behind your ear, hand trailing down your stomach down to the wet sticky mess between your legs. You were silent. “Angel.” You whimper. A single finger slipped between those wet folds, pressing against your clit. “Y-Yes?” “Do you know what time it is, sweet girl?” “I… Im sorry Sugu, my phone was on silent-“ “It’s four in the morning and you’re still at your plug’s apartment.” Four? Four AM? Your body runs cold, and you shudder. Your grip on the phone tightens, body pressing back into the warmth as he smoked and stimulated your clit. Desperate thighs buck into his grasp. You hear Suguru sigh. You could see- no- hear the gears turning in his head. One thing about him is that he wasn’t dumb. Suguru didn’t smoke either unless it was with you, straddling his lap while you passed the smoke back in forth, mouth to mouth. “Angel.” He purrs . You gasp, thighs squeezing just a bit, Choso’s finger rubbed faster at your clit. But Suguru knew his sweet girl, brows raising at the way your breath catches- as it quickens. He’s silent before there’s a short knock at the door. You flinch, Choso’s movements halting. His finger slips from your between your legs, taking the soaked digit into his mouth. “You’ll open the door won’t you?” “I just wanted to make sure you were alright and safe.” Which might not have been entirely a lie from Suguru, but it wasn’t entirely the truth either. The sunrise slowly peeked through the blinds of Choso’s living room. It was beautiful. The sunset lamp automated, turning off at the first peek of daylight. The sun kissed your skin, warm. “I’m not mad at you sweet girl.” Suguru cooed softly as the warm tears rolled down your cheeks, eyes swollen from crying. “I could never be upset with you baby…” He whispers, pierced lips placing a kiss on the back of your shoulder, the hand placed at the back of your neck holding you down, back arched perfectly for your boyfriend who’s thick cock burrowed deeply into your pussy. “I knew the whole time Angel.” You whimper loudly as he tore a gasp from you, each thrust hard and slow. It was agonizing . Choso watched quietly, blunt between his lips as he stood on the side of the both of you, cock hard and heavy between his legs, twitching everytime Suguru whispered those sweet words to you. “ S—ugu! ” “Does he make you take it too Angel? You’re such a good girl for him aren’t you?” Your face felt hot, your shaking hands holding onto the cushion as if Suguru would let you fall. And you were so full. Everytime you fucked, Suguru left your pussy wrecked and aching- begging for more. While Choso had a thick cock, he had more length. Suguru on the other hand, carried more heavier and wider, still reaching those deep spots inside of you but fuck it took a lot to get him there- cock having to pass by that pretty hole that speaks to him everytime he touches you. “It- mnghhh ” He fucked you through your incoherencies. Biting down on his lip, Suguru spared a glance over at Choso, whose eyes flicked from your eyes that rolled to the steady rhythm Suguru fucked you at. Standing there, watching as Suguru pulled back to his thick tip before pushing back into you so deeply that you choked up. It made Choso’s cock jump. “So perfect for me— ahh - Angel …so good sweetheart.” Suguru groans, head falling back. Choso…watched. He felt the tension in the air that was different from the one you had with him. He could see it- feel it, the love between you too. How Suguru took care of you, how your bodies moved in sync. “Daddy’s here to fuck you the right way.” Choso bites his lip, the loud moan Suguru drawn out from you like music to his ears. He put the blunt out before he came closer. He locks eyes with Suguru, seeing his dark lust filled eyes as the longer haired man smiled. “Isn’t that right my sweet girl?” “ Yes - yes sir.. please Sugu-“ You hiccup, sniffling. Suguru halts his movements and you whine so loudly, pussy squeezing around his thick cock, your hips immediately pushing back for something . He wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, breath heavy. Suguru beckons Choso forward until he could grab him by the chin, the jealousy- the possession flicking across his eyes. “Do I need to keep showing you how to fuck her right?” The grip on Choso’s chin tightening. “Or do you have it down correctly?” “…All clear.” Choso stared at him before Suguru brought him closer, lips brushing together as Choso groaned into his mouth. The kiss hot, warmth rushing up to Choso’s ears, hand reaching down to rub over his cock head, spreading the bead of pre cum. Suguru’s pierced tongue slips into his mouth, exploring the space, he tasted the sativa, humming softly as he releases the grip on Choso chin and your neck. You use your arms to balance you enough to reach over and touch Choso’s cock. You spare a glance at Suguru who breaks the eye contact with Choso, glancing down at you. He hums, pulling out for a bit so that you could adjust. Choso swallows as he watches Suguru’s his leaking tip slip out with a pop ! from your cum filled hole. “Go on.” Suguru taps your ass, and Choso moans feeling your mouth on his cock. Your arms trembled beneath you- hell , you were fucked out. Choso’s hand instinctively came to rest up top of your head, guiding you to take his dick deeper. “I’m gonna put it back in, alright sweetheart?” Suguru whispers. You found a steady rhythm, the two men thrusting into your holes while you just…took it. Your eyes glossy, loud moans muffled by Choso’s cock that repeatedly brushed the back of your throat, hand gripping your hair while he fucked your mouth. “That’s my girl-“ He groans, hand reaching over to land a smack ! on your ass that has you clenching around Suguru. “You behave when he’s here I see.” “Behave? Angel… that can’t be right hm?” Suguru’s eyes flutter, staring down at the sticky globs of cum spilling around his cock. “My love’s a sweet girl.” “No she isn’t.” Choso grips your hair tighter, making you gag. Your eyes water, pussy twitching. “She wants to be told what to do. Wants to— fuck — be treated like a slut. Isn’t that right Princess?” “Princess?” Suguru laughs, biting down on his lip while his hips snap forward. “Fits her perfectly.” Choso scoffs, looking over at the longer haired man who held a small smirk on his lips. “She’s spoiled, aren’t you?” They watch you look up at Choso with those pretty eyes, your perfect lips sucking his cock that’s strained your jaw. “She’s close..” Suguru speeds up his pace, because he could feel it- the way your pussy is pulsing around him, your hips moving to get you closer to the edge. Choso’s firm grip on your hair remained as he pulled out, his other hand coming to stroke his cock right in front of your face. “Gonna take our cum, understand?” “Every last drop Angel.” “Yes— mmmfuck ye-“ Your legs shake, pussy gushing around your thighs. Voice hoarse, fucked dumb. You only whined, pleading for your sweet release. “Tongue out Princess.” “I like that- hah - Princess. It’s cute.” Suguru breathes The room filled with your loud moans, the echo of skin against skin, the messy squelches of your pussy- fucked out and full. Your body jerks, hot tears running down your face as your body shook and shook- “I’m- m’gcum- Sugu—Cho…c-cummimg- Please! Ahhfuck- f-fuck!” You let out a sharp gasp, toes curling as you orgasmed, pussy squirting yet again over Choso’s couch. “That’s my girl..” They both whisper, groaning softly at the rise of their orgasms. Suguru who turned to the other, gripping Choso’s chin yet again before their lips brushed up against one another as he came inside of you, Choso’s warm strings of cum painting your tongue.
I NEED a Sukuna x Reader fic where they both meet each other in a place between unconsciousness and consciousness (like lucid dreaming but it’s like a different plane of existence they end up at while they sleep and then they leave when they wake up) and it begins with them being weird out by each other, especially Sukuna, and then they start becoming friends and all that jazz. Then the reader starts acting differently because they have a lot of issues they are dealing with in life and they are battling with depression and anxiety. Then the dream thing stops happening so they both try to search for each other, so on and so forth.
‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Sukuna’s chubby concubine intro! ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Warningssss! : fluff, a tat of smut, and our grumpy sukuna (Ps, this is my first fanfic so pleaseee tell me some tips ^^) Sukuna, whose touch is rough, and firm. But has a surprisingly soft touch when he grabs you. Sukuna , has a handful of concubines but only chooses you. He says it’s because “you’re more fun to break. ” But everyone knows he’s just down bad for you. Sukuna , swears he hates when you follow him, but when you’re not near him. he feels an ache that he cannot name. Sukuna , loves your thick thighs, especially when they grip around his head when he’s eating you out roughly. Sukuna , hates when he sees you cry. He tries to make you feel better, I mean.. in his own way. He grumbles , “Stop crying brat.” While he roughly wipes your tears with his thumb, Sukuna , loves when your under him, moaning his name with tears rolling down your cheeks. “M-my lord s’its too much… please! Ahh ~!” “.. backing out already?.. heh. Pathetic .” He laughs as he pounds into you with barely any restraint. “ Take it brat . You begged for Both of my cocks.” Sukuna , who loves squishing your hips. Especially when he’s pounding into you against the door of his chambers.  Sukuna , who squishes your full breasts like a squishy after you guys had sex. You don’t ever ask but it never fails to make you chuckle. “ My lord, Ryo? Why do you always squish my breasts after we make love? ” He stays quiet, you turn your body around and you see his face as red as tomato’s he picks outside for you. Pt 1/ pt 2- coming soon! Call me later?
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