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[egglain]

Someone yell at me to write this 😭

I was wondering if u could make like all of them soooo subby like how u make ur choso fics😋😋making them cry and beg and be so desperate for y/n id just so exciting UGHH ill love h forever if u do thisJDJSJWKWKJSJ🙏����

oh absolutely; I’ll do them all eventually. I love to see a man beg 🤤

If I forgot someone, which I probably did, yell at me in the comments please 🫶

[egglain]

how much for a kiss ? - new anon def not an oomf

free for u oomf 🫶

[egglain]

lain where have you been

procrastinating on writing,,, i have so many half-finished wips,,,

[egglain]

y’all what if this was about me 🤭

OOMF IS SEXY?????????

[egglain]

sobbing. screaming. sobbing some more. this is so cute.

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Is Toji jealous of a helpless baby? Oh, he absolute is!

Warnings: Fluff

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“Isn’t he the cutest?” You gush as Megumi yawns. Toji clicks his tongue. He’s cuter– Plus, he has teeth. The stupid baby doesn’t even have a way to chew food. “You look just like your daddy, oh my…”

“You got that right!” Toji agrees, making a chuckle leave your lips. You were afraid that once the baby came along Toji would act weird, but no. He’s still an overgrown child when it comes to you; Toji isn’t willing to share you with anyone, not even his own son.

Megumi begins to cry, getting fussy as his drowsiness gets the best of him. Would he really be a baby if he didn’t cry for everything? His eyes are getting heavy, and he doesn’t know what happens when they close, of course he’s scared.

“He didn’t get the crybaby part from me though.” Toji quickly defends himself, making you click your tongue. It’s odd to watch your husband compete with a baby, but did you expect less?

“Toji he’s a baby!” You remind him, but that doesn’t impress him. You end up sighing, handing the crying baby to your husband. Megumi isn’t only your son, but his as well. Toji can bear some of the responsibilities. “Put him to sleep, I’m going to take a shower.”

“But–” Toji begins, but he can’t finish protesting before he’s carrying a chunky baby. Megumi was born so small, but at four months, the baby is nearly 17 pounds. His little cheeks are so round and kissable now, something that the man would never admit outloud.

Toji sneaks one of those kisses on the cheek before telling Megumi, “I can pretend to stop hating you now that we’re alone.”

Toji puts the baby on his chest, hand caressing his small back. Something that works charms with the baby. Toji smells the small amount of hair on his head, kissing him again. “You know I just do that because I want your mommy’s attention.”

The crying dies down, sleep getting the best of the baby. He can fight it and fight it, but that’s the one thing that will always win: sleep. He’s just like Toji in that sense too. 

“I love you, Megumi.” Toji says, eyes glimmering at the small baby. He lightly chuckles as he mutters, “You’re still not cuter than me though.”

[egglain]

real.

communication is key. and don’t let what you like reading about/watching on screen make you feel like you need to like that irl. some positions hurt. some dirty talk is unsexy or uncomfortable when you hear it from your partner. some things just don’t feel as good as they’ve been made out to look.

that’s okay.

listen to your body, be open about your feelings, and be gentle with yourself. everyone is different. you’ll find what works for you best with patience, safe practice, and communication.

also heavy on wearing protection. be safe out there!

Sex stuff you probably won’t learn from fanfiction and/or porn:

Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you aren’t being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isn’t primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:

It isn’t always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes it’s super silly. Or sometimes it’s sort of mundane and you’re both simply scratching an itch. That’s fine too. (Hell, sometimes you’re talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that you’re getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while they’re going to town on you.)

You will probably not climax at the same moment. It’s a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, you’re probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might. 

Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. It’s okay to laugh at this. 

Hell, it’s okay to laugh during sex in general.

Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isn’t the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, there’s a little poo. You get over it.

Sometimes sex is… kinda bad? This doesn’t mean it’s assault, or something traumatic – sometimes it’s consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if you’re talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you don’t, and communicate what techniques you do and don’t like. Also don’t be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act you’re not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and don’t enjoy sexually)

You won’t enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that you’re about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. You’re not broken if you don’t like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyone’s got nerve endings in a range of places – it’s quite literally, different strokes for different folks.

On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. That’s fine too. 

Sometimes, if you’re neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and they’ll suck up something they’re not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they don’t get much from, that it’s an act of care, and vice versa. 

Falling asleep in each other’s arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI. 

Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you don’t have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (it’s also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)

A lot of people don’t like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)

PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who don’t need to worry about pregnancy).

Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesn’t flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body – oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!

Bigger isn’t necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas don’t enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some don’t.

Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe they’d be, well, that’s normal. 

Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes it’s nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really don’t like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People don’t always like things). It’s okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they don’t ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, it’s polite for them to do the latter). 

If you’re gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise it’s super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower. 

Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly. 

[egglain]

hi lain bby hruuu??

hello i am alive i promise :) in and out of appointments but the worst is over. clear skies and rest from here on out. just waiting to feel sexy and have energy again so i can write 🙂‍↕️ hope you’re all doing well!! 🫶

[egglain]

bestie are u okay

hello egglain nation

sorry for the radio silence!!

ended up in the hospital a couple days ago and have been dealing with some medical stuff since. promise i’m fine!! just haven’t had any inspiration to write this week. promise i’ll be back with goodies soon 🫶

[egglain]

good googly moogly 🥵

you find it so funny how people think your husband, nanami, is the sweetest, most innocent and romantic man they’ve ever laid eyes on, such a gentleman. Which, they are correct in some ways. Gentleman. Check. Sweet. Check. Romantic. Check. He’s always buying you flowers, opening doors for you, kissing your hand, taking you out on spontaneous dates, calling you ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and treating you like some porcelain doll. But innocent? Oh no, no. You almost laugh because it may seem like your husband is ‘innocent’ or ‘vanilla’ whichever term they may use, but he is anything but that. While he may treat you like a princess in public, he absolutely sluts you out behind closed doors.

You don’t blame people for thinking he may look and act soft because that was your first impression of him too. So, imagine the surprise when you first had sex and he was pounding you in a mating press, tears streaming down your face. Yeah, best night of your life. And now that you’re married? God, it makes the sex one hundreds times better than before. He’s go you on your side, one arm hooked under your leg, reaching so far that he’s able to wrap his hand around your throat. The other wrapped around your waist, rubbing your clit while he fucks his cum into you. He’s forcing you to look him in the eyes, faces inches away from each other, because he wants to watch your pretty face when you cum. So innocent, right?

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You cry out, your breathing labored. He’s so deep inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again to the point it makes your head spin especially when he’s toying with your swollen clit. “I can’t! I can’t, Ken! You’re too fucking deep! Ah!” You grip onto the ruffled sheets below, bucking your hips as you attempt to make his cock not feel so good, but the bruising grip he has on your throat and waist puts you right back in your place.

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can. You know why?” He pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut for this dick.” He thrusts his hips faster, skin slapping against skin and the mixture of your juices and his cum create a sticky mess between your thighs. “Awe, is that gonna make you cum? Being degraded? I can feel your pussy clenching me,” he darkly smiled, heavy breaths fanning against your damp skin. He rubbed your clit faster, carefully watching the way you threw your head back in pure bliss.

“Fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your toes curled the closer you got to your orgasm, whimpering as you took in every feeling of pleasure coursing through you.

“Squirt all over this dick, baby. Be a good girl for me and show me how good I make you feel.” He felt your walls tightening with each passing second, sweat trailing down his forehead as he kept his pace. Your legs began to shake as you writhed under him, cursing and screaming as you squirted all over, soaking the blankets below you. “Messy fucking slut. Look at you, you’re still fucking going.”

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrowed as you watched him fuck you through your orgasm. “It’s too much, Ken!” You pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto his wrist tightly while he slowed down his thrusts, now going deep and slow. You laid there in a dazed state, trying to catch your breath. His hand gently caressed your stomach slowly inching up towards your tits, cupping them in his hand while he placed sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

So yes, while your husband may be such a gentleman, such a sweetheart, such an angel to others, in the back of your head, you think of those moments behind closed doors when he makes you cum your brains out, praising you and degrading you all within the same breath, choking you and treating you like some common whore. But after all that’s over, he’s back to treating you like the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. It’s truly the best of both worlds.

[egglain]

yes i do.

You ever just... yell about #toji smut??

[egglain]

I was wondering if u could make like all of them soooo subby like how u make ur choso fics😋😋making them cry and beg and be so desperate for y/n id just so exciting UGHH ill love h forever if u do thisJDJSJWKWKJSJ🙏🙏

oh absolutely; I’ll do them all eventually. I love to see a man beg 🤤

If I forgot someone, which I probably did, yell at me in the comments please 🫶

[egglain]

coworker!nanami who is the last person you’d expect to agree to fuck you on the DL, but also the one who does it best.

coworker!nanami who gets sick of how moody and irritable you become when you’re dick hungry that he offers to sate you, in the name of getting his job done with less… interruptions. it’s to your mutual benefit: you get your needs met and he gets to clock out on time.

of course coworker!nanami doesn’t tell you that he’s been waiting and wanting after you for years now. this is just a favour he’s doing you, he doesn’t need to tell you about the countless nights he’s fucked his fist wishing it was your tight body instead.

coworker!nanami who starts off your little arrangement very tamely. it starts with him sliding into the seat by yours and fingering you under the desk while he talks you through the work you’re doing. of course, you’re a mess on his fingers, going dumb with each curl against your g spot. nanami loves it—how reactive you are, so unfortunately for your poor pussy he won’t stick with just getting you off on his fingers for very long.

coworker!nanami who, as soon as he picks up on your mood again a week later, pulls you into a printing room and has you on the table amongst files and spreadsheets alike so he can finally get a taste of you. and his tongue is even better than his fingers, working you into a boneless mess so easily. and god is he addicted to your taste—he’s thought endlessly about how you’d feel against his lips, how wet youd get for him to indulge in.

coworker!nanami who, of course, gets greedy. soon enough just touching hand tasting isn’t enough—he’s got to fuck you. and he does, over every damn surface in your workplace. so what if the whole point of this was for him to be able to clock out early, he’ll stay hours after close if it means he can watch you stretch around his cock over and over and over again.

coworker!nanami who has you walk around each day stuffed full of his cum. likes glancing over to you as he works to see you squirm when you try and sit. your poor cunt is too sore from the back-to-back orgasms you keep being made to take.

coworker!nanami who tried really hard to keep it strictly at work and on the down low, but can’t help himself from asking you out to dinner one night after a particularly mind melting shift. and it’s more romantic than he planned it to be, he almost feels bad for how focused on the physical aspect of your arrangement he’s been.

until you slip him your panties under the table and promptly let him fuck you against the mirror in the restaurant bathroom. so he can cover your mouth to try (and fail) to muffle the raunchy moans you let out as his cock splits you open. anyone could walk in, and a man as well-adjusted as nanami should be terrified of that fact, but it only seems to make him harder.

coworker!nanami who makes you sit down afterwards and feel his cum drip out of you as you talk about the mundane over dinner. :)

[egglain]

MORE CHOSO WHO CRIES WHEN HE CUMS/THANKS YOU/LIKES EDGING HIMSELF PLEASE DADDY 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Choso x AFAB!Reader Content: dickcember day 19 - protected (then unprotected), broken condoms, ribbons, d/s undertones, mild sensory deprivation (restricted movement, blindfolding, gagging), anal toys (choso) wc: 1.7k

thanks for the ask :)) written for afab!reader- hope that's ok <3

Choso gets shy easily.

It’s not that he’s upset about crying or being needy— they’re normal emotions, you’ve told him. He knows that objectively; he feels good and his body is responding in the way it's supposed to.

But he can’t help but feel embarrassed sometimes.

Kisses on his cheeks or the reddening tips of his ears have him averting his gaze. Gropes to his chest make him hide his face behind soft hands. Palming the flesh of his ass draws out a yelp; one so loud he has to hide under the collar of his shirt.

Choso gets shy easily.

Which is why you never expected him to be into stuff like this.

Gentle fingertips met the bridge of a tattooed nose, ghosting over the blush spreading there. Just above your touch, a satin blindfold obscured his vision, purple to match the ribbon binding his wrists above his head.

Slowly, you rocked your hips against him, jostling the cock lodged deep inside.

The fabric of the blindfold was dark around his eyes, soaked with the fat tears he couldn't help but shed. In his gaping mouth, your wet panties, now drool-slicked as pretty white teeth clamped desperately onto the fabric. His chin jutted out defiantly, despite the quiver in his reddened lips.

Picking up the pace, you bounced a little quicker on his length, hands firm on the centre of his chest.

Beneath you, his strong core shook with an impending orgasm. Ripples rolled through each muscle in his abdomen, tensing and untensing in time with his throbbing cock.

It was too much for the poor boy.

Choso fussed, feet scrambling to find purchase on the bed to fuck his hips up into you– but it was no use. That stupid ribbon kept his ankles bound together. Kept his legs bound together up to trembling thighs. Kept the vibrator lodged inside.

A sob wracked through his body as you halted, sitting stone still on his dick, now leaking like a faucet into the stupid condom you rolled on him.

You felt bad, but not bad enough.

Not bad enough to let him off the hook.

It had been hours, now, of this game.

A game Choso loved and hated; one that he could never stop playing, too content with getting drunk off the feeling.

You’d ride him until his legs spasmed, until he was trying to buck up to chase his peak.

Then, you’d stop.

Motionless, you’d let him sit snug inside, no friction to push him off the very edge into his release.

Then, after ten agonizing seconds, you’d move again.

He had lost count of how many times he’d had his orgasm ripped out of his grasp before he could taste it. He knew feeling like this— debauched, desperate— would be natural for anyone in this situation.

But the way you were stroking his cheek and cooing at him, so soft and sweet, had his body burning up.

“Good job, baby.”

He had been still and patient as you counted down in your head, the soft staccato of his heartbeat pulsing a pretty rhythm inside your cunt.

A tired head lolled to the side, softly suckling on the sullied gusset of the panties on his tongue. Drool rolled down his chin– mostly his– as the pleasure in his cock melted into a dull ache.

Slowly, you began to move again, clit grinding against the short black hair at the base of his cock.

A groan reverberated through his chest as you thumbed at his pecs, running the pads of your fingers over his pebbled nipples. Choso arched deliciously into the touch, arms shaking overhead as the pressure sent shockwaves through him.

His soft chest was so sensitive; you couldn't help but spit on his tits, sending sparks shooting to his curled toes. Deft fingers swirled around rosy areolas as you bounced on his length, trying not to lose your head.

He felt so good like this– pliant yet rock hard, throbbing against your cervix in soft thu-thumps that matched the pounding of his heart.

He groaned wantonly through the fabric, spit bubbling and dripping over his lower lip. You leaned down to chase it, kissing up his chin so slow.

He bucked in your grasp, body convulsing as his cries darkened his blindfold further. Fat tears rolled out from under the fabric, leaving glistening trails down flushed cheeks that disappeared into his hair.

His pretty display had your core heating, navel filled with blunt pleasing pressure. You couldn’t help but flutter around him, clenching down when ass met pelvis. Clearly, Choso was feeling it too— his moans melded into whimpers, high and whiny in the back of his throat. His chest stuttered with shaky breaths, and he spat out the panties with a little gag.

“You okay, baby?”

You slowed down, reaching up to tangle one hand with his. He squeezed it in his grip, hips lifting off the bed minutely to reach deeper inside. The movement shot shivers to his legs, toes pointed almost painfully. The low hum of the vibrator inside— just shy of his prostate— was driving him crazy.

His gasp had you impossibly wetter.

“Please… can’t do it anymore.”

“Please what, love?”

“Let me fuck you please… please please please just let me fuck you. I want to cum— I need to cum so bad.” It was babbled and wet, through sniffles and whines.

Slowly, you lowered yourself to his ear, hips grinding down on him once again.

“Then cum for me.”

Before you could finish, he did.

Arched off the bed, clamping down around his vibrator and thrusting up into you as much as he could, he came so hard he couldn’t breathe.

You rode him through it, chasing your own pleasure. Choso’s spent cries of overstimulation had you barreling off the edge, soaking his base, pelvis, and balls.

Slowing to a halt, you peeled the blindfold off. His eyes, unfocused and puffy with tears, softened at the sight of you.

You made quick work of the ribbons binding his wrists, brushing feather-light kisses to the reddened skin.

“You okay, Cho?”

“I’m great.”

He was giving you that dopey look— spit-slicked lips tugged into a goofy grin.

When he was like this, fuzzy after his orgasm, it was impossible to be shy.

The vibrator buzzed low inside him, keeping him riding the delicious edge between his post-orgasm butterflies and delicious overstimulation— it was mind-numbing.

He rolled his wrists experimentally, cracking the joints there, before helping you off his cock. He moved to yank off the condom as you untied his legs, blinking blearily down at himself.

His tip was all white and wet.

Little strings of thick cum connected his tip to his index finger as he touched it.

The condom broke.

“Baby…?” His voice cracked as you finished with the ribbon, throwing it over the side of the bed. “Something bad happened.”

He tugged the remaining flimsy latex off his base, stuffing it into the wrapper to toss later. His eyes were glued on your back, chest tight with fear. He hated seeing you upset, especially when it was because of him.

Yet, you crawled back up to his side as docile as ever.

“What’s wrong?”

Splaying a gentle hand on his spit-soaked chest, you rubbed big soothing circles on his sternum.

He took a shaky, steadying breath. Choso couldn't meet your eyes, opting instead to run his nails over the ribbon-chafed skin of his forearms.

“The condom sort of… broke… I didn’t know until I went to take it off.”

“Oh baby,” you mumbled, kissing his forehead. “That’s alright. Mistakes happen.”

Shifting, you brushed fingertips between your legs. The digits came up glossy, connected with little webs of thick cum.

Choso watched the movement, pupils dilating.

Before you could blink, he was on you again, pushing his toy just a little deeper inside to work his prostate while he split you open. Immediately, the stimulation had him quaking, arms shaking by your head as he caged you in.

“Sorry— Sorry I can’t—“ He babbled, eyes filling with tears as he humped you messily, tip battering your sore cervix.

You gripped onto his back, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him in deep, and were rewarded with the prettiest little moan.

“Feels too good— can’t stop,” he hissed, teardrops falling onto your cheeks as they dripped out dark eyes.

His thrusts were messy— cum-slicked and desperate— as he reached one hand down to your chest, groping the flesh there.

You arched into his touch, head thrown into the pillows as your cervix made out with his glans. Precum branded Choso onto the entrance of your womb, and you were cumming before you could even process that you were close.

Nails digging into his back, you gasped as Choso leaned down to suck at your nipple.

You rode out your orgasm pressing back into his cock and up into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

The telltale clenching had Choso’s cock melting, and the pretty tit in his mouth had his mind doing the same.

“Wanna fill you up— please… let me suck this titty and cum in you please— wanna cum like this—“

It was nonsensical, all grunts and whimpers as he pressed tears to the flesh of your breast.

You stroked his hair, still buzzing from your orgasm.

“Let it out, baby.”

He hiccuped, eyes fluttering back into closing eyelids as his dick stalled deep in you.

“Thank you— thank you, thank you, ‘m cumming—“ He rolled his hips into yours as he fucked his second load deep inside, spurting his creamy seed onto your womb. “I’m fucking cumming, thank you, thank you, thank you, can’t stop—“

He sobbed as he fucked you through it, cock so overwhelmingly overstimulated, sending shockwaves of pain-pleasure through his bones.

As his arms gave out, he collapsed onto you, suckling on your nipple weakly. You hummed, stroking his hair nice and slow as he blinked up at you with glassy eyes.

Choso gets shy easily.

But never when he’s like this.

dividers by @strangergraphics <3

[egglain]

inspired by @kasukuna’s “christmas with dumbass boyfriend sukuna” thoughts!

happy holidays! <3

your monstrous boyfriend sukuna doesn’t know how to celebrate christmas.

in fact, he thinks it’s a waste of time, money, and effort— though, if you like it, then who is he to deny you?

maybe it’s not all bad. chopping down trees without abandon, then taking the largest tree in the field as a trophy, sounded like a fine hobby. admiring a tree chosen by a snotty-nosed brat and plucking it before their very eyes filled his chest with a sadistic pride he hadn’t felt since the heian era.

he’s appeased when you shower him in offerings of cookies, chocolates shaped deceptively like fruit, and warm spiced egg milk— though he’s not too fond of the latter.

he’s especially not fond of the so-called ugly christmas sweater. jingling, tinsel-coated, and too-bright, the mere thought is grating. not to mention, the sweater had him sweating bullets and developing a rash all over his arms and back.

never again.

the cookie houses you decorate make up for it, though; you’re a good home-builder. you’ll make an excellent spouse— and you let him bite the heads off the little cookie people without judgement.

you do judge a bit, though, when he attempts to put the stockings on his feet. though he’d never admit it, they fit him quite comfortably— and why on earth would you want gifts from the inside of a sock?

he quite enjoys the snow. the serenity that comes with staying inside, curled up by the fire that he was oh-so-happy to light. the heat of your body under the sherpa blanket warms his heart in a way the fire never could. keeps him from freezing in a different way.

which is why he puts up with this christmas stuff.

even if it costs you a few snowglobes, crushed in big inexperienced hands, you wouldn’t have christmas any other way.

dividers by @strangergraphics

[egglain]

MORE CHOSO WHO CRIES WHEN HE CUMS/THANKS YOU/LIKES EDGING HIMSELF PLEASE DADDY 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Choso x AFAB!Reader Content: dickcember day 19 - protected (then unprotected), broken condoms, ribbons, d/s undertones, mild sensory deprivation (restricted movement, blindfolding, gagging), anal toys (choso) wc: 1.7k

thanks for the ask :)) written for afab!reader- hope that's ok <3

Choso gets shy easily.

It’s not that he’s upset about crying or being needy— they’re normal emotions, you’ve told him. He knows that objectively; he feels good and his body is responding in the way it's supposed to.

But he can’t help but feel embarrassed sometimes.

Kisses on his cheeks or the reddening tips of his ears have him averting his gaze. Gropes to his chest make him hide his face behind soft hands. Palming the flesh of his ass draws out a yelp; one so loud he has to hide under the collar of his shirt.

Choso gets shy easily.

Which is why you never expected him to be into stuff like this.

Gentle fingertips met the bridge of a tattooed nose, ghosting over the blush spreading there. Just above your touch, a satin blindfold obscured his vision, purple to match the ribbon binding his wrists above his head.

Slowly, you rocked your hips against him, jostling the cock lodged deep inside.

The fabric of the blindfold was dark around his eyes, soaked with the fat tears he couldn't help but shed. In his gaping mouth, your wet panties, now drool-slicked as pretty white teeth clamped desperately onto the fabric. His chin jutted out defiantly, despite the quiver in his reddened lips.

Picking up the pace, you bounced a little quicker on his length, hands firm on the centre of his chest.

Beneath you, his strong core shook with an impending orgasm. Ripples rolled through each muscle in his abdomen, tensing and untensing in time with his throbbing cock.

It was too much for the poor boy.

Choso fussed, feet scrambling to find purchase on the bed to fuck his hips up into you– but it was no use. That stupid ribbon kept his ankles bound together. Kept his legs bound together up to trembling thighs. Kept the vibrator lodged inside.

A sob wracked through his body as you halted, sitting stone still on his dick, now leaking like a faucet into the stupid condom you rolled on him.

You felt bad, but not bad enough.

Not bad enough to let him off the hook.

It had been hours, now, of this game.

A game Choso loved and hated; one that he could never stop playing, too content with getting drunk off the feeling.

You’d ride him until his legs spasmed, until he was trying to buck up to chase his peak.

Then, you’d stop.

Motionless, you’d let him sit snug inside, no friction to push him off the very edge into his release.

Then, after ten agonizing seconds, you’d move again.

He had lost count of how many times he’d had his orgasm ripped out of his grasp before he could taste it. He knew feeling like this— debauched, desperate— would be natural for anyone in this situation.

But the way you were stroking his cheek and cooing at him, so soft and sweet, had his body burning up.

“Good job, baby.”

He had been still and patient as you counted down in your head, the soft staccato of his heartbeat pulsing a pretty rhythm inside your cunt.

A tired head lolled to the side, softly suckling on the sullied gusset of the panties on his tongue. Drool rolled down his chin– mostly his– as the pleasure in his cock melted into a dull ache.

Slowly, you began to move again, clit grinding against the short black hair at the base of his cock.

A groan reverberated through his chest as you thumbed at his pecs, running the pads of your fingers over his pebbled nipples. Choso arched deliciously into the touch, arms shaking overhead as the pressure sent shockwaves through him.

His soft chest was so sensitive; you couldn't help but spit on his tits, sending sparks shooting to his curled toes. Deft fingers swirled around rosy areolas as you bounced on his length, trying not to lose your head.

He felt so good like this– pliant yet rock hard, throbbing against your cervix in soft thu-thumps that matched the pounding of his heart.

He groaned wantonly through the fabric, spit bubbling and dripping over his lower lip. You leaned down to chase it, kissing up his chin so slow.

He bucked in your grasp, body convulsing as his cries darkened his blindfold further. Fat tears rolled out from under the fabric, leaving glistening trails down flushed cheeks that disappeared into his hair.

His pretty display had your core heating, navel filled with blunt pleasing pressure. You couldn’t help but flutter around him, clenching down when ass met pelvis. Clearly, Choso was feeling it too— his moans melded into whimpers, high and whiny in the back of his throat. His chest stuttered with shaky breaths, and he spat out the panties with a little gag.

“You okay, baby?”

You slowed down, reaching up to tangle one hand with his. He squeezed it in his grip, hips lifting off the bed minutely to reach deeper inside. The movement shot shivers to his legs, toes pointed almost painfully. The low hum of the vibrator inside— just shy of his prostate— was driving him crazy.

His gasp had you impossibly wetter.

“Please… can’t do it anymore.”

“Please what, love?”

“Let me fuck you please… please please please just let me fuck you. I want to cum— I need to cum so bad.” It was babbled and wet, through sniffles and whines.

Slowly, you lowered yourself to his ear, hips grinding down on him once again.

“Then cum for me.”

Before you could finish, he did.

Arched off the bed, clamping down around his vibrator and thrusting up into you as much as he could, he came so hard he couldn’t breathe.

You rode him through it, chasing your own pleasure. Choso’s spent cries of overstimulation had you barreling off the edge, soaking his base, pelvis, and balls.

Slowing to a halt, you peeled the blindfold off. His eyes, unfocused and puffy with tears, softened at the sight of you.

You made quick work of the ribbons binding his wrists, brushing feather-light kisses to the reddened skin.

“You okay, Cho?”

“I’m great.”

He was giving you that dopey look— spit-slicked lips tugged into a goofy grin.

When he was like this, fuzzy after his orgasm, it was impossible to be shy.

The vibrator buzzed low inside him, keeping him riding the delicious edge between his post-orgasm butterflies and delicious overstimulation— it was mind-numbing.

He rolled his wrists experimentally, cracking the joints there, before helping you off his cock. He moved to yank off the condom as you untied his legs, blinking blearily down at himself.

His tip was all white and wet.

Little strings of thick cum connected his tip to his index finger as he touched it.

The condom broke.

“Baby…?” His voice cracked as you finished with the ribbon, throwing it over the side of the bed. “Something bad happened.”

He tugged the remaining flimsy latex off his base, stuffing it into the wrapper to toss later. His eyes were glued on your back, chest tight with fear. He hated seeing you upset, especially when it was because of him.

Yet, you crawled back up to his side as docile as ever.

“What’s wrong?”

Splaying a gentle hand on his spit-soaked chest, you rubbed big soothing circles on his sternum.

He took a shaky, steadying breath. Choso couldn't meet your eyes, opting instead to run his nails over the ribbon-chafed skin of his forearms.

“The condom sort of… broke… I didn’t know until I went to take it off.”

“Oh baby,” you mumbled, kissing his forehead. “That’s alright. Mistakes happen.”

Shifting, you brushed fingertips between your legs. The digits came up glossy, connected with little webs of thick cum.

Choso watched the movement, pupils dilating.

Before you could blink, he was on you again, pushing his toy just a little deeper inside to work his prostate while he split you open. Immediately, the stimulation had him quaking, arms shaking by your head as he caged you in.

“Sorry— Sorry I can’t—“ He babbled, eyes filling with tears as he humped you messily, tip battering your sore cervix.

You gripped onto his back, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him in deep, and were rewarded with the prettiest little moan.

“Feels too good— can’t stop,” he hissed, teardrops falling onto your cheeks as they dripped out dark eyes.

His thrusts were messy— cum-slicked and desperate— as he reached one hand down to your chest, groping the flesh there.

You arched into his touch, head thrown into the pillows as your cervix made out with his glans. Precum branded Choso onto the entrance of your womb, and you were cumming before you could even process that you were close.

Nails digging into his back, you gasped as Choso leaned down to suck at your nipple.

You rode out your orgasm pressing back into his cock and up into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

The telltale clenching had Choso’s cock melting, and the pretty tit in his mouth had his mind doing the same.

“Wanna fill you up— please… let me suck this titty and cum in you please— wanna cum like this—“

It was nonsensical, all grunts and whimpers as he pressed tears to the flesh of your breast.

You stroked his hair, still buzzing from your orgasm.

“Let it out, baby.”

He hiccuped, eyes fluttering back into closing eyelids as his dick stalled deep in you.

“Thank you— thank you, thank you, ‘m cumming—“ He rolled his hips into yours as he fucked his second load deep inside, spurting his creamy seed onto your womb. “I’m fucking cumming, thank you, thank you, thank you, can’t stop—“

He sobbed as he fucked you through it, cock so overwhelmingly overstimulated, sending shockwaves of pain-pleasure through his bones.

As his arms gave out, he collapsed onto you, suckling on your nipple weakly. You hummed, stroking his hair nice and slow as he blinked up at you with glassy eyes.

Choso gets shy easily.

But never when he’s like this.

dividers by @strangergraphics <3

[egglain]

having a sukuna is like having a pet— you can’t put ornaments on the tree anymore 😭

in honor of christmas approaching us soon…happy holidays (●'◡'●)

christmas with dumbass boyfriend! sukuna, who always insists on getting the largest tree to decorate, insisting that "bigger is better and we must establish our superiority." when you tell him that your house is too small to house an actual pine tree, he sets the same tree he uprooted from it's roots just a few seconds ago down with a loud thud.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who helps you carve out shapes in the cookie dough with his nails while you bake christmas goodies. complains about the dough sticking underneath his nails, so you have a pouting king of curses besides you as you're filing and clipping his nails while the cookies bake in the oven.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who tries to untangle the fairy lights but ends up tearing the wiring with his nails and crushes the tiny bulbs with his palm instead. he is instead given the job to drape said fairy lights in places you can't reach.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who asks you to “guess which is his gift.” it's the one that looks like a pack of wild dogs packed it together but hey, the thought counts right?

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who is convinced that christmas ornaments have curses in them, so he eats it. he is rushed to the ER on christmas eve.  

[egglain]

me & hubby sukuna wish you happy holidays!! 🫶

(@melancholiaincarnate @bvnbuny @yemmuis @discogirlsclub @hellokittyish @sugubear + anyone who wants to do it!)

it's time !! (to be read in a mariah carey voice)

use this picrew and show me you and your fav this festive season <3

( @indiewritesxoxo @gojosoups @fairiesthrum @nappingmoon @toruberry @starmapz @naoyoki @egglain @sttoru @chososcamgirl @nectardaddy @jelligiri @cinnamxnangel @omitea @gojoscinnamonroll @emphism @luv-lies @norikuna @uhflwr @sugojosgf + anyone else ! it's open for all i'd love to see ur picrews <3 )