#choso route

[banjjakz]

➡ Stay awake.

Fighting the urge to shut your eyes is nigh impossible. Despite your inextinguishable passion for a chance encounter with your oshi, you are unfortunately unable to re-code your own biology. You descend into sleep’s merciful embrace, too far gone to even realize you’ve passed out from sheer exhaustion until you are rudely awoken by a forceful, involuntary bodily jolt.

Bolting upright, you awaken in a cold sweat, the back of your head cracking against the brick wall that you had been so peacefully slumbering on mere moments before.

The immediate fear of robbery or assault grips you by your dry, parched throat, rendering any potential scream stillborn on the trembling tip of your tongue. But when your eyes fall upon the aggressor, the white-hot burn of shame replaces any terror.  

Shaggy, greasy black hair in desperate need of a shower; wide shoulders, impossibly plush-looking pecs; a tight, black t-shirt with loose cargo pants, both of which have seen better days; and a vertical scar accenting the right side of that smarmy mouth…

The security guard from earlier found you!

Oh no, this is bad. If you get caught loitering after a performance, you could be blacklisted from future shows at this location! And the band could even receive your picture…or name…

No, you absolutely cannot be connected to this failed attempt at a stakeout. To think that Choso-nii might see you as nothing more than an obsessive, crazed fan…

With nothing else to lose, you promptly fold forward into a deep, kneeling bow, forehead slamming against the concrete before you can think too much about what you’re doing.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Security Guard! I was wrong!! Please don’t tell ShinShow!! I will leave immediately!!!”

Silence.

And then…

“They’re long gone, baby girl. And here I was, thinkin’ you were waitin’ around for little ol’ me.”

A small huff of air, like the exhalation of smoke after a rough drag. You chance a peek upwards and – yep – the grizzly bastard is definitely laughing at you.

Well. As close to “laughing” as his gnarly face can get. His features – probably once very princely handsome – are mangled with scares and a nose that definitely healed crooked more than just once. You know it’s Kabukichou, but is this the kind of security that works around here…?

You can’t even identify a nametag anywhere on his person. He’s not even wearing a uniform!

“Wait a second,” you protest, rising to sit upright once more, eyes squinting in suspicion. “Do you even work here? I don’t see a nametag. Or a uniform.”

The amusement drops from his face like a fresh kill hitting the floor. “Damn. ‘S a shame. You were kinda cute while you lasted.”

Before you can even ask what the hell that’s supposed to mean, the security guard reaches into the back of his pants (hello???) and whips out a handgun. He handles it with easy confidence and nimble, deft digits: the damning mark of familiarity.

Holy shit! “Holy shit,” you exclaim, scrambling backwards, dismayed to realize that there is nowhere else to go but the unforgiving, immovably solid brick wall behind you. “Where did you even get that? We’re in freaking Japan!”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, sweetheart. Jus’ go back to sleep.”

The last thing you see before your world fades to black are his cold eyes and dastardly smirk, framing the fuzzy space around the raised barrel of his gun.

Oh well. At least he’s hot.

[MAY YOU REST IN PEACE.]

> try again > main menu

[fulgurbugs]

back on my grindset

[nyxronomicon]

ok i am finding stock images for choso dating sim bc fuck drawing backgrounds... anyway i found a really great dive bar bathroom pic and i'm so tempted to make a toji route bc choso is too polite to fuck you in the bathroom but toji isn't.....

[seoafin]

the more we talk about theoretical pairings in ripverse the more i'm asking myself, where is choso in all this??? did i miss him being dead in ripverse?? ☹️

he is not dead choso has not rlly come up in ripverse other than the fact that ripmc would love to examine him 😭

[dejwrld]

the complicated thing about wanting to include choso's brotherhood in every fic i write of him is the impulse decision on if i make kenjaku a mom or dad lmfaoooo. damn you kenjaku and wanting to pop your bussy for evilnessssssssssss

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men with drunk reader

Part ll with Geto, Megumi and Gojo here

Pairing: Choso x reader; Nanami x reader

Word Count: 2,9k (Choso's part escalated)

Warnings: Nanami's part is not proofread (wanted to publish this today so badly), angst in Choso's part, fluff in every part hehe

As always, I apprechiate every little comment or repost. Thank you guys so much for your support <3

Choso Kamo

You weren’t planning on drinking that much tonight. To be honest, you were just looking for a good time, guys bought you drinks like there’s no tomorrow though. Who are you to refuse that favor?

You definitely should have, though. Because right now, you are standing with your back against a wall in a dark alley of Tokyo, whole body trembling in fear. The frame of an enormous looking man cut off every possible escape route you’ve had, every minor spark of hope you’ve had left. Fuck, how could you be so dumb, why did you take the shorter route through this abandonment district? All you have in your purse are a lipstick, a few bills, your phone and your keys. No pepper spray, no knife, absolutely nothing to defend yourself. Not that you would be able to, given that you aren’t even able to stand up straight.

“Come on cutie, don’t be shy”, he purrs, hand stretched out to touch your hair.

“Keep your fucking hands off me”, you hiss before sinking your teeth into his hand so violently that his skin bursts.

“Little bitch.”

With a swift motion of his bare palm, he sweeps you off your feet, head spinning when it hits the wet tarmac harshly. You are way too drunk to collect a single logical thought, mind racing uncontrollably as your blood discolors your sight crimson.

“I was trying to be nice, y’know? But that’s it. You’ll pay for that.”

Without hesitation, he grabs you by the throat und pulls your aching body out of the dirt, smirking at you with his missing teeth. Tears start to swell up your eyes, you simply can’t believe that it came this far. You should be home already, lying in your bed after drinking a whole bottle of water, sleeping in until afternoon. But this…This isn’t how your night should have ended.

“Help me!”, you cry out.

“Please, someone! Help me.”

“Shut the fuck up”, he interrupts you roughly, smashing your weak body against a nearby wall.

Focus. Try to have a sober thought for a minute. Your legs are free, perfect height for his crotch. If you kick him hard enough, he might let go of you. Every inch of your skin hurts like hell, bruises over bruises covering your weak frame. But you have to be strong now if you want to escape him. No, you’re not going down without a fight.

With a loud scream, you put all the power you have left into your right leg, kicking between his legs with full force. He lets go of you immediately, puny figure crumpling down on the floor. You have no time. As fast as your wobbly legs carry you, you run deeper into the dark alley. Away from that man, away from his attempt to force himself on him. Get away, fuck the alcohol and the way your whole body screams at you. Your sharp and fast breath hangs in the air, tears still rolling down your eyes. You run and run and run until-

You harshly land on the ground.

Choso didn’t plan on hearing your desperate cries for help. To be honest, he didn’t even plan on being here in the first place. But still he stops in his tracks, eyes darting towards the direction of your desperate scream. What was this? It sounded like the cry of a woman followed by punches. Curses, maybe? No, he can’t detect any curses energy around this area. Is this even important, though? He is on his way to a meeting with Geto and the others, making plans on how to take revenge for his brothers.

He grumbles to himself. Whatever it is, taking the back alley doesn’t extent his path significantly. His steps follow the constant mumbling, screaming, crying and rumbling. Fast steps come near him, a woman running his way. His brows furrow. You don’t seem to see him, the panic in your glossy eyes seems to glow in the dark as you sprint forwards, directed towards him. Before he is able to move to the side, you crash into him full force, making you fall to the ground rougly.

The second your doe eyes dart towards him, he forgets for a moment how to breathe. You must be quite beautiful for a human being, even though your face and hair are covered in blood and your whole body is bruised. Carefully, he steps towards. What is he supposed to do now? What even happened?  

“Back off”, you cry out, crawling away from him on the wet tarmac of the night.

Another pair of steps, this time louder and heavier. A man come in sight. The second he lays his eyes on your puny figure, he starts sprinting faster, directly towards you with a maniac grin plastered on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing, fool?”

He shouldn’t care the slightest. No, Choso should continue on, leaving you to your face. Why the hell is he automatically positioning himself in front of you, now facing that ugly man that seems to chase you?

“What are you doing here, freak? She’s ours, find your own little whore”, the spits at him along with a weak attempt to break Choso’s nose.

Pathetic. Who does that fucker think he is? The tiniest amount of blood is enough to pierce right through his pea brain.

All you can do is stare in awe as the stranger in front of you. Who is this man? And how was he able to handle the situation in the blink of an eye? The toothless man’s body falls to the ground lifelessly. It’s only you and him, the man with the threatening appearance who happens to be your savior in shining armor.

“What are you doing here all alone?”, he mumbles before slowly turning around and staring at you dead still.

With the last bit of strength you have left in your weak body, you lift yourself off the ground and glare at him, shivers running down your spine. Did he…kill him? How? When?

“Was on my way home from a party”, you explain briefly.

“How careless to take this path without fighting experience or weapons on your own”, his harsh voice remarks, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Thank you for saving me. He’d probably killed me if it wasn’t for you”, you mumble.

Fuck, you feel like freezing to death. Your clothes are sliced open, dirty and wet from the rain that fell a few hours ago onto the ground, head spinning from the alcohol and the way he slammed it into the tarmac with full force.

“You’re freezing.”

The stranger takes one step forward, leading you to panic all over again.

“Don’t touch me!”, you yell instinctively, body desperately trying to hide from his presence.

“Stay here, idiot. I’m trying to help you.”

Choso doesn’t really know why, but his arms wrap themselves around your trembling figure, your head resting against his chest while silent sobs escape your lips.

“I just wanna go home…”, you sniff and he can’t help but feel…

Sorrow.

You were probably enjoying your evening, not putting much thought into your way home, not expecting a men to attack you like this.

“Where are you living? This isn’t an ideal place to stay”, he mutters, unsure of how to act in a situation like that.

This is the first time he ever held a woman. Fuck, this is the first time he ever felt something like distress about a human in his whole life.

“I…I can’t…walk”, you stutter.

His gaze wanders down your entirely bruised legs. Who knows what that man did to you before he arrived. Anger rises within him, hands clenched into fists.

“I’ll carry you, then.”

With a swift motion, he wraps his arms around your back and knees, making sure not to hurt your limbs in the process.

You can only stare at him in awe. Who is this man, the man with that strange tattoo over his nose, the man who wears purple eyeshadow and a robe you haven’t seen before? Why is he helping a stranger, even carrying your drunk and injured body home? Even though something about him tells you that he’s not to be trifled with, you don’t ask him. Instead, you give him brief directions to find your apartment, eyes never breaking away from his gorgeous face. He seems young, maybe as old as you. But still, you’ve never seen him around. Is it because you’re drunk? You don’t know, but you can’t hold your tongue any longer.

“You are such a beautiful man.”

His eyes widen, staring down at you in disbelief. What are those words? No woman ever said something like this to him. How is he supposed to react? He should have let these men kill you on the spot, just leave you alone in this cold and dark alley.

But why, why do your words make his heart flutter?

“I mean, your style is pretty edgy and all, but it suits you very well. Haven’t seen you here before, though. You here often?”

“I’m never here”, he remarks dryly.

Are you really trying to start a conversation with him?

“We have to go right here. Aaaaaand there’s my place”, you announce weakly, Choso’s mind still occupied by your previous statement.

“Thank you for carrying me…”, you mutter when he lets you down gently, hands fumbling to reach your keys.

All he does is staring down at you blankly. What’s on his mind? Was all of that planned? Maybe he is like that man, maybe he just came here to know where you live…God, you are so stupid.

“You aren’t here to murder me, aren’t you?”

“Are you kidding me? Do you really think I would have carried you all the way to your door just to kill you here?”, he remarks.

“Right…m’sorry, I think I’m still a little drunk y’know…”

Fuck that. Before you’re able to go into panic mode again, you wrap your arms around his body tightly. His scent is almost intoxicating, probably the best male fragrance your nose ever sniffed. And you can definitely tell that he’s a well-trained man underneath that strange clothes.

Choso can’t move an inch, all senses focused on the way you hugged him. It feels strange. Strange to be embraced by someone, strange that he helped a human being tonight. Why did he choose to follow your screams, why did it bother him so much that that other man laid his hands on you? And why does it somehow warm his heart to feel you so close against his own body?

“Thank god I ran you over tonight”, you hush against his chest.

Choso has to blink a few times.

“Good for you”, he simply replies.

But deep in his heart, he knows this isn’t only an event you will never forget. He himself will probably never get over the fact that today, he helped another human being instead of letting it get killed. But not only that.

You are breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Now go inside and find some sleep.”

With one last glance at the man who saved you only a few minutes ago, you step inside your apartment, weak body sliding down the closed door. Did this really happen? You might be drunk, but that man…

You’ll definitely never forget him.

Kento Nanami

“Don’t do it, (y/n). You’ll only get yourself into trouble. Nanami-san is a higher up, you have to work with him for your entire life. It’s not wise to call him and tell him about your stupid little crush”, Ino warns you while you scroll through your phone with a dumb smirk.

“I can’t hold back any longer Ino! I’m soooo obsessed with him!”, you cry out dramatically.

One call can’t hurt, right? Nope, that sounds like a good idea. The second your eyes dart towards his name, you press the call button, Ino freaking out next to you.

“You are way too drunk for a serious talk like that. Are you out of your mind? Hang up immediately, this is a bad idea, you will-“

“Is that you (y/n)?”

“Hello Kento”, you purr into the speaker.

“Are you alright? Did something happen?”

Nanami straightens himself in his seat, eyes lingering through the window over the city lights. Why would you call him this late at night? And why does his first name coming out of your mouth make his heartbeat pick up so suddenly?

“No, jus’ wanted to talk to you…Y’know, your voice sounds so sexy, absolutely…how do you call it? Oh, masculine”, you mumble.

Something about your usual so composed voice seems off, though. Didn’t you and Ino mention earlier that you are going out tonight?

“Are you drunk?”

“Hehe, yes”, you giggle, making Ino almost lose his mind next to you.

“Can you tell me where you are? I’m coming to pick you up.”

It’s far after midnight, too late for you to be out on your own. Is Ino with you? Hopefully he’s still there. His brows are furrowed, ears focused on every little word you say. You never called him by his first name before, let alone talked with him so openly. Over the last few months, the two of you got to work together closely. And slowly but surely, Nanami begin to fall for you. Your exceptional brain, your immense powers, the way you carry yourself with such elegance and wise words. At the moment though, you seem to miss your usual composure completely. What are you trying to tell him?

“Oh really? That’s so kind of you. Uh, Ino, you know where we at?”

Ino snatches the phone out of your hand, ice cold sweat running down his face. Fuck, hopefully this doesn’t cost him his good reputation.

“Nanami-san, I’m so so sorry-“

“Don’t be. Can you tell me where you are?”

“Of course, I’m sending you the location right now!”

“Thank you. Make sure (y/n) stays save, I’m coming to get her immediately.”

With that, he hangs up.

“He’s coming to get you, dumbass”, Ino mutters.

“How exciting!”, you speak out with glimmering eyes, heart already pounding against your ribcage by the sheer thought of seeing him tonight.

“I should meet him at the parking spot.”

“Stay where you are!”, Ino barks at you, hand holding onto the sleeve of your shirt for dear life.

In the meantime, Nanami is already on his way to get you with his head lost in thought. This is the first time you ever spoke so freely to him. And the fact that you called him this late at night while being drunk…Even though a part of him wants to be mad at you for being so reckless, to know that he was on your mind instead of everyone else makes him blush ever so slightly.

It doesn’t take long to find you. With elegant steps he approaches you and Ino, your eyes wide open. How does he look so fine this late at night with his shirt buttoned up so neat and his hand braced on his hip?

“You look absolutely del…delicious…Is that how you spell it, Ino?”

“Please stop talking (y/n)”, Ino begs, finally able to let go of you.

“Come on, let’s drive you home. Ino, do you need a ride?”

“No thank you. My apartment is a few blocks away. Have a good night. And you, drink a lot of water.”

“Gotcha!”, you remark, eyes filled with determination.

Until you have to really take a few steps outside.

“Ouff, is it just me or is the floor lave?”, you breathe out.

“Come on, I’ll help you.”

His arm wraps itself around your shoulder gently, pulling you close to his large frame. Even though your mind is clouded by alcohol, your heartbeat picks up in an instant.

“I could get used to that. Should get drunk more often.”

“Please don’t”, he replies, leading you to his expensive looking car and helping you get seated.

It doesn’t even take 5 minutes for you to pass out in his car, snoring in the most adorable way Nanami has ever heard. Finally he has the opportunity to shamelessly admire your soft features and the way your hair frames your face so delicately. You really are an attractive woman with everything he could wish for.

And maybe, just maybe, this is the perfect opportunity to ask you about your feelings towards him. After all, he can’t deny the spell you put on him.

“(y/n)”, he gently speaks out.

You don’t move an inch, not even when he allows his hand to stroke over your arm. Are you really that drunk? Nanami signs to himself, gets out of the car and opens your door – still no movement.

“I’m going to carry you inside…”, he mutters more to himself than to you, arms lifting you up with ease.

God, you are so breathtakingly gorgeous. Will he ever have the courage to tell you about his true feelings, that he wants you to be more than just a colleague? Who knows. What is way more important to him now is to take off your shoes, carry you into his bed and put a blanket on top of you, softly tucking you in while you groan in your sleep.

“Good night, (y/n). Maybe I’ll tell you someday how much you mean to me.”

“Night, Kento…”, you mumble back.  

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

can you prettyyyy please write a little piece abt best friends older brother choso n sucking him off n fucking him till ur both overstimulated :(( 💔💔

Oh boy can I, sucking him off and overstimulation are one of my two favorite things ♡

Sucking and fucking your best friends older brother until you're both overstimulated. NSFW. gn!reader.

A/N: I kinda went ham and its...long.

You and your best friend had been friends since you started college. Sharing a dorm but soon transitioned into sharing an apartment. There were lots of things you loved about your best friend. Cleanliness, kindness, humor; but most importantly? The brother. Choso. He was a sweetheart, cute. Would always blush and stutter when you were around.

You didn't see him too often, only when he paid your best friend a visit. And today just happened to be one of those days. You admit. You'd liked him for a while and have had you fair share of..wet dreams about him. And you were pretty certain he thought about you too. His eyes would always linger a little bit longer than they should. And yet you two continued to dance around it, but not anymore. You were changing all of that today.

"Hey, we're out flour. And I need it to make the cake for later." You said, nonchalant. Hoping your best friend would offer to run to the store and grab some. "I...can get it." Choso said quietly.

"Actually, I needed your opinion on something, so I'd like you to stay here." He seemed confused but agreed, your best friend leaving the two of you alone.

"What did you ne-ah!" He yelped, just now noticing how close you'd gotten. Your hands messed with the ends of his shirt. "What I need, is your big dick inside me. Do you have any objections?" You opted to go the more direct route. Leaving no room for confusion. Choso immediately sucked in a breath, feeling his dick harden in his pants. Was this real? He would've pinched himself but the feel of your nails dragging along his stomach was all he needed. He nodded. "No..objections."

"Good." You gave him a smile before undoing his pants. Sliding them down his thighs, along with yourself, until you were eye level with his thick cock. You licked your lips, eyeing the beads of precum that already formed at the tip. "U-Um," he started but immediately hissed when he felt you kitten-lick his tip. Collecting what sticky liquid leaked out and pulled it back into your mouth. "Fuck-" he breathed, tentatively resting his hand in your hair. You hummed in approval before slowly slipping the tip into your mouth. Suckling as the sticky liquid glued itself to your tongue.

"Oh-oh fuck, keep doing that." He spoke softly, smoothing out your hair. And so you did, suckling on his tip until eventually he started to push more of himself in your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around his length, paying special attention to the veins that lined the underside of his cock. "God-your mouth is so warm, so wet." Choso grunted, his fingers now threading into your hair as he guided you. Moving you up and down his length, groaning low in his throat the further down you went. Until, eventually, you bottomed out. Your nose pressed flush against his pelvis, buried in the tufts of black hair.

"Mmm-fuck, give me a minute-i just-fuck." He held you there, breathing harshly through his nose as he tried his best not to cum. His body shook, his hips itching to thrust himself forward.

Your throat bobbed, contracting around his length and making him hiss. With one more breath, he finally let go. Giving you free rein to suck his cock like you wanted. And you did.

Obscene sucking noises filled the room, your chokes and gags mixing along with it. "Fuck-fuck-your mouth, God. It's better than I imagined." His hands framed your face, keeping your hair out of the way so he could watch his dick disappear past your lips. It was erotic. It was too much and he found himself stilling his hips, shooting ropes of his sticky seed down your throat. Eyes closed and head tilted back as he road out the orgasm. But you didn't stop, your mouth still sucking him in.

"W-Wait...that's, I just came-i can't, oh fuck-" hot searing pleasure shot through his veins, eyes crossing as he thrusted his limp-now hardening, dick into your mouth. But your goal wasn't to suck him off again. So when he was hard once more, you pulled off with a pop. Ignoring the confusion on his face as you dragged him to the couch, pushing him to sit. Climbing immediately on his lap before you seated yourself on him.

"What are y-oh my God, oh-s'tight...fuuck." he groaned, pulling your body flush against his as he tried to breathe. The stimulation already too much for his poor cock. But you didn't give him that time. Immediately angling yourself to bounce up and down on his cock. His arms tightened around you as he whined. Mumbling 's'too much' and 'please keep going' over and over. His thick cock reaching deep inside you, pressing all the right spots to have you shake, stilling as you came all over him and yourself. "Squeezing me s'tight, gonna make me-" He choked, his dick spilling yet another load inside you. And it still wasn't enough.

You gathered up strength and started to bounce on his poor, limp dick. Fresh tears formed in his eyes as he told you it was too sensitive. That he couldn't cum again.

"Can't...can't cum anymore, please you-oh god, fuck me. Squeezing me like that-" He held tight to your body, thrusting up into you as his mind soon entered a fuzzy aroused state. Where his body tingled from the overstimulation but it felt good. "Gonna cum...yes yes, m'gonna cum. With me, please. Cum with m-" He broke off into a sob, shooting barely any cum inside you, his balls already being drained. His broken whining and sobbing had you cuming moments later, your body falling limp against him.

"One more," you mumbled, hips shifting slowly.

You didn't care that your best friend could be home any minute. Could possibly catch you riding Choso like a damned monster. All you could think about was taking all his cum. Milkin him for all he's worth.

[just-jordie-things]

valentines from jjk:

what valentines i think they would give you <3 happy love day everyone, don't forget to tell the people you care about that you care about them !! warnings: slightly suggestive in gojo + maki's parts

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GOJO SATORU:

gojo is nothing short of extravagant. so expect a massive, expensive bouquet of your favorite flowers. if he's feeling particularly in the mood of love, he might try to serenade you (as if this huge bouquet he presented in front of everyone you know wasn't embarassing enough!! but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?) now just imagine how he's going to treat you when the two of you are alone

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GETO SUGURU:

he's so romantic you're going to swoon and pass out- suguru drives you out to a nice field in the evening so you can watch the sunset, have a picnic complete with sweets and a bottle of wine, and then you can watch the stars come out and find as many constellations as you can. the possibility of you also watching the sunrise together is quite fair.

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NANAMI KENTO:

nanami is a massive romantic but others might not see what you do because he can be quite private... but that doesn't mean that the love he feels for you doesn't carve itself deep into his bones and very soul. he's going to cook for you and have you over for an intimate v-day dinner. (he's been dying to propose to you for a while, and the ring in his pocket is damn near burning a hole. but it would be too cheesy to propose to you on valentines day... wouldn't it? we'll see if he lasts through dinner)

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TAKUMA INO:

ino wants to go the traditional route of a beautiful bouquet for his beautiful girlfriend... but he knows you love a cute stuffy so he has to put a little twist on the classic gift to make sure his valentine stands out!! also... he asked you to be his valentine months in advance... sometime around november... but he has to make sure you're secured as his valentine!!

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KAMO CHOSO:

he may be new to the concept of valentine's day, but when choso stumbles upon a pretty earring set, he remembers that yuji once told him girls never buy heart shaped jewelry for themselves- it has to be gifted to them. accepting this rule as law, choso doesn't hesitate to gift them to you so that you always have something from him to keep close... and maybe he likes the idea of other people knowing the romantic jewelry came from him, too.

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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:

megumi is treating you to a new set for valentine's day. he might act indifferent when you come home from your nail appointments any other day... but he does love your pretty manicure, and he loves how excited you get for them, too. so as long as you promise to get a little 'm' painted next to the heart, it's his treat sweetheart.

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ITADORI YUJI:

yuji is a mixtape bf through and through. he will spend ages putting together all the most romantic songs from his playlists to curate the perfect vibe for you. he'd probably decorate the case with the most poetic lyrics from the songs, too. anytime you hang out together and you pop this cd in, this boy will be over the moon with joy that you enjoy listening to the songs he picked for you. (will he have to also buy you a cd player so you can actually listen to it? yes.)

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KUGISAKI NOBARA:

i love this one so much- nobara is going to take the time to make you so many valentine kisses with every single lipstick she owns!! that way even when you're apart you'll be able to take a kiss with you. (you're never apart for too long though, don't worry, you never have to miss the real thing for long)

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OKKOTSU YUUTA:

yuuta is proposing on valentine's day. it's HIS day and we all know it. hands down his favorite holiday, because he gets to spoil you and openly profess his love to you all day long without others laughing or dying from second hand embarassment? count him in. you're barely fifteen minutes into a romantic dinner date when you're receiving a heart shaped engagement ring. (expect a lovesick speech, this boy could go on for ages about his love for you, and he will if you don't stop him)

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INUMAKI TOGE:

he's lucky you love him, truly. toge is gonna shower you with ridiculous, cheesy valentine memes as soon as midnight hits and it's officially february 14th. and he WILL make it everyone's problem too, with all sorts of these valentine memes littered about for you to find. of course he'll treat you to dinner and a romantic comedy to cuddle up to later... but for now he's the valentine's day menace.

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ZEN'IN MAKI:

don't expect to go out and enjoy any valentine's festivities like a cute cafe date with a heart shaped donut. unless ofc you count going out of town to a cheesy but secluded little love hotel. maki's not letting you out of her sights until the little set she bought you is no longer recognizable... or wearable. she loves to have her pretty girl all dressed up for her to open like a present <3

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[abditorial]

GIRL YOU REALLY

GOT A HOLD ON ME…

Going down on JJK men ♥︎!

FT. Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami, and Choso.

X GN!READER

WARNINGS : 18+, usage of “good girl” (Gojo), degradation (Geto, Sukuna), reader has a pussy (Nanami), 69’ing (Nanami), usage of “princess” (Toji), panties and panty sniffing mentions (Toji), in subby Choso we thrust, overstimulation (Choso)

SATORU GOJO ✧

Gojo tries to pretend like he’s into degrading you. And trust me, he’s tried calling you names and being rough with you because it just sounded so sexy but he just can’t with the way you seem to lose it every time he throws a sweet praise your way, the way you let out a soft whine and squirm around whenever he tells you how good you’re making him feel or how proud he is that you’re sucking him off so well.

“Shit,” Gojo’s head falls back against the couch cushion, a groan slipping out past his lips as his pretty little lover hollows their cheeks out around his perfect cock. He shivers and his hands clench into fists from where they’re sitting behind the back of the couch, fingernails digging into his palms and his knuckles turning white while he gives a breathy moan-like laugh. “Taking me so good…”

You drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, lips wrapping around the tip to suck on it like a personal lollipop. All of a sudden his hand is gripping the back of your head, letting out a long, drawn out groan while his cock twitches. “Gonna cum, ‘kay? Want you to swallow it all…” He has to keep his hips from bucking up, from face fucking you like an animal because it feels so damn good. He keeps his cool, though not without a few desperate whines before cumming in that pretty mouth. He watches with that condescending smirk as your swallow it all with a bit of struggling.

“Good girl.” Definitely not the end, though. You deserve a reward for treating him so well, right?

SUGURU GETO ✧

Much like his best friend, Geto tends to lean towards praising his partner. BUT the occasional degrading name never hurts, typically when he’s about to cum and he says it in that breathy, high pitched tone because his mind is all foggy and he can’t think straight while you’re basically sucking his soul out. I also think he’d like it a bit rough, though. Leave a few marks on his dick to remind him who he belongs to! He will probably cum on the spot.

“Come on, take it like the slut you are…” Suguru grunts, hand gripping onto your hair as he shoves his cock further down your throat. His mouth is agape with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, chest heaving as he gasps for air with every bob of your head. He’s clenching his jaw, adam’s apple bobbing and his thighs shaking. Your hands have to push them further apart and your eyes close, inhaling through your nose before letting him sink further into your mouth, nearly gagging you. “Just like that.”

His encouragement is appreciated, willing you to keep going along that route despite the fact you were centimeters away from choking. Listening to him moaning and groaning was absolutely worth it though. Gasping for air, you pull your lips off of him with a ‘pop’, tilting your head to the side and leaning down. You can hear Suguru’s breath hitch in his throat while you latch onto the side of his dick like a suction cup, pulling away shortly after to watch a purplish blue mark form.

“Shit-!” Suguru curses under his breath before cumming, the fluid dripping down his still-twitching cock.

RYOMEN SUKUNA ✧

Any day, anytime, anywhere. Sukuna loves when you suck him off no matter the circumstances. Post argument? Give him some head and he’ll forgive you, maybe even apologize himself. On a date? Drag him into the bathroom and treat him well. Just because you feel like it? Why not? He’s not gonna stop you. Sukuna probably wouldn’t care if the whole world was watching, as long as you’re up for the job he’ll let you. Don’t think that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna call you the most vile names, though. Don’t worry, you’re practically guaranteed to be rewarded. Whether that reward is him plowing into you or massaging your clit with his tongue. Maybe even both if he’s in a good mood.

‘How did I get here?’ was a question often asked as someone in a relationship with Ryomen Sukuna, because everything about this man is a surprise. You had gotten so used to this routine that it actually didn’t seem that foreign anymore; Falling to your knees in a restaurant bathroom, stroking the base of his cock with two hands while your tongue swirls around the tip, making sure to pay good attention to the only real sensitive part of his body so you could watch him try to uphold that dominant front. He’d never be submissive, but every now and then you’ll see his stomach muscles flex and he’ll let you hear an abnormal groan.

“I know you can take it deeper, don’t hold out on me now.” Sukuna’s grabbing the back of your head and pistoning his hips forward until he hears you choke. As much as he enjoys that sound, Sukuna knows taking it too far might lose him the opportunity to cum in your pretty mouth so he does hold himself back. So he settles for the occasional gag, looking down at you while you stare back up at him through your eyelashes, manicured hands pumping the base of his cock you couldn’t reach with your lips. “Must have bruises on your knees with how often you’re down on them for me. Fuckin’ whore…” He yanks your head back, grunting at you through clenched teeth. “Open up.” When you do, he pumps his length until he’s shooting his cum into your open mouth. The sight of his fluids dripping down your chin onto your pretty floral dress has him smirking, cock still hard.

“Get up and bend your pretty little ass over.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✧

Toji is thick and girthy, meaning it’s impossible for his whole cock to fit in your mouth, even if you’re already gagging on it. No matter, he loves nothing more than seeing your much smaller hands pump his cock because damn does he like knowing he’s big- and I mean big. He’s a real grunted too, not the type of guy to moan or whine and whimper. Don’t get me wrong, he’s fairly loud. The noise just tends to come out as husky whispers and grunts as he face fucks you. Toji loves when you go down on him. I mean… It’s free pleasure.

“Look at you.” Toji mutters in that husky voice and you can practically hear his smirk. He’s sitting on your sofa, legs spread with his arms resting on the back while you’re in between his legs, lips wrapped around his cock and your hands circling the base. It’s such a pretty sight watching you try to take in his entire length, tears brimming in your eyes as the tip hits the back of your throat. “Sucking me so good. Must be thirsty for my cum, huh Princess?”

You can only nod, opening your eyes to briefly glance up at that egotistical expression on his handsome face that has your clenching your thighs together. You can feel your panties getting wet, thoughts filled with the image of Toji digging through your laundry and stroking himself while he stuffs his nose into the soaked garment. Your tongue caresses the underside of his cock while you drag it upwards to the tip.

“Fuck, princess… Take your shirt off, wanna cum on your pretty chest.”

NANAMI KENTO ✧

Nanami rarely lets you just go down on him. It’s usually used as a form of relaxation when he’s had a long day at work, which is… Pretty much every day, but the catch is he really prefers to be pleasuring you. It took awhile to figure it out, but eventually you guys came to the conclusion that if you just went down on each other simultaneously your problems would be solved, and now that’s the only way he likes it. Your pussy practically sitting on his face while you take such good care of his dick.

Your chest is heaving as your pant, soft lips encasing your husband’s cock but it’s almost impossible to keep going when his tongue is delving into your little hole and exploring you for all that you’re worth. His hands are gripping your ass tight, probably with enough pressure to leave a mark, making sure you stay spread out enough for him to keep feasting on you like you’re his last meal. Your legs are on either side of his head as you are just millimeters away from sitting on his face, your chest pressed up to his lower stomach with his cock shoved so far in your mouth.

Nanami just groans into your warm pussy, enjoying the taste of your folds and how he can feel your walls clenching around nothing but the tip of his tongue not nearly reaching inside you far enough. One hand drags away from your ass after giving it one light spank, causing you to whimper, and he teases your pretty folds with his fingers until you’re wet enough with both your own slick and his saliva to shove two digits in, curling them to hit all the right spots. His tongue moves to your clit, lavishing it with his attention which has your thighs now shaking. You continue to suck him off, cheeks hollow around his length while you bob your head up and down. You can feel him twitching, every now and then his hips buck, but Nanami refuses to cum until you reach your own climax.

It’s only seconds after that he’s shooting his seed into your mouth, groaning and gasping for air when his lips finally pull away from your sore cunt. “You always taste so good, dear.”

CHOSO KAMO ✧

Oh my god this man turns into such a fucking whore when you’re sucking him, I mean he’s gripping the sheets and trying to hold back whimpers by biting his lips but failing miserably. Dare I say… Arching his back. He hates the idea of coming off as submissive because he wants to seem cool and daring to his partner (what he doesn’t know is it’s such a turn on) so he tries to hide his pretty noises :(

“H-Holy shit, wait, I- Ngh!” Choso’s head tilts back as far as it can against the mattress, his once pulled back hair now spread out and soaked in his sweat because you’ve been making him cum for what was probably hours… Or at least it felt like it. His back is arched up, hands grabbing at anything they can because if he doesn’t divert the sensation elsewhere he’s going to explode. He’s nearly crying and choking on his own tears, cock throbbing and aching from how much he’s came but he still wants more.

“Cumming- I’m cumming, sh-shit… Guhhgh, fuck-!” Every noise that emits from him is so desperate. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, eyes scrunched shut as that feeling builds up in both his chest and stomach again. You just keep going, your mouth and tongue making all the right movements to send him over the edge, pulling away only to let his fluids spill out onto the sheets and his chest instead of in your mouth. Choso leta out the most submissive cry as his back arches even further, sheets ripped off from the corners of the bed from all his pulling.

When he cums for the last time and you finally pull away, he lays there for what seems like an eternity, only able to utter a small, “Oh my god.”

Can you tell I had a lot of fun writing these? 🤭 I kind of went crazy with Choso’s, but I just couldn’t get the image of him being into overstimulation out of my head like HELLO?!

Anyway! Requests are open for now, if you would like to see this done with other characters don’t hesitate to ask!

Some boundaries can be found here.

[ickadori]

Im back, but listen hdhskkssk ITS NOT FAIRRRRRRRR especially bc when i first re found ur blog, i was suuuuper into ur yuuji stuff, i personally cant do poly bc im possessive AS FUCK so even tho i know ur suku x ura poly was extremely popular i never read it, and i think i rmb one thing u wrote with him and bloody knuckles getting head but LISTEN, kuna was never on my radar like that but this!!!!! What did u do to meeeeeee. I really loved the yuuji x mean reader where she was a sadist kinda and then yuuji would like tlk down to her and i loved ur 'kuna taking over yuuji' fics but this new one......you made it too unfair like yuuji is just a boy but kuna is all MAN omgggg and i try to steer clear of romance routes in this bc sukuna is a SLUT but (head in hands) he would help yuuji choose a promise ring for reader and the night she comes over and yuuji gives it to her, sukuna is there in the kitchen or smth when she goes for water and reader is like 🙄 outta the way, but sukuna slides over a box with a ring in it- so tasteful and elegant, clearly fuckin expensive, and it makes the tacky little thing yuuji gave you look pathetic in comparison STOP MEEEEE SOMEONE TAKE MY PHONE AWAYYYY PLS AND HE WOULD LOOK SO SERIOUS WHEN HE GIVES IT TO YOU AHHH HE ACTS LIKE ITS JUST SEX BUT HE CANT STOP THINKING ABT U 24.7

OK OK IM DONE I NEED TO STOP THIS MADNESS NOW

choso bbg anon (gaslighting myself)

YEAHHHHHHHHHH SUKUNA FKRS RISE not you switching sides bc he talked a little mean 🤭 hehe poor choso 😭

[cws] infidelity. fem reader.

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“Are you sure you like it?”

“I love it, Yuji!” You grin, stretching up to plant a sticky kiss on his cheek as you say it. “I do, really. It’s so cute.” And it is! You hold your hand out, admiring the ring encircling your finger, and an excited shriek leaves you as you give him another kiss, this one landing on his lips instead.

He kisses you back instantly, arms locking around your waist as he gently sways the two of you back and forth. You break the kiss to smile at him, and he mirrors it easily, a faint pink hue settling in his cheeks.

“I’m glad you like it - I’ve been looking at rings for the past month! I wanted to make sure it was perfect for you.” Your stomach fills with butterflies at the soft look in his eyes. “Perfect ring for my perfect girl.”

“You’re such a cornball.” You tease, hands moving to rest against his biceps. They flex underneath your touch before relaxing. “Did your last girlfriend like that corny act?”

“Dunno, I don’t bother remembering any other girls but you.”

“Great answer.”

“Yeah? Great enough for another kiss?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder it, lips quirking up into an amused smile when his eyes zero in on your mouth. “I guess so…it wouldn’t be nice after you’ve gotten me this ring and took me to such a nice restaurant, after all.” His hands slip from your waist down to your ass, and a soft gasp leaves your mouth when he grips it and hauls you up against him.

“Mm,” he hums and then his mouth is on yours. You playfully nip at his bottom lip, getting a grin and a breathy chuckle in return, and he nips you back in retaliation. You let out a dramatic ‘ow’, making a show of frowning your eyebrows up, and he bumps his nose against yours. “Sorry, baby, lemme kiss it better.” He pecks at your bottom lip once, twice, and then he’s pulling it into his mouth.

Your lower back meets the kitchen counter, and just as Yuji is moving to heft you up onto it, the sound of the front door being pushed open breaks the two of you out of your spell.

Yuji sighs, lips parting from yours with a sad pop, and you laugh under your breath at his dejected look. Sukuna rounds the corner to the kitchen a second later, and his gaze moves to Yuji first before sliding over to you. You immediately avert your gaze and turn your head, cheek nestling against Yuji’s chest as you give him a gentle nudge, signaling that you’re ready to retreat back to his room.

But, of course, Sukuna has to open his mouth and halt that process.

“You two going somewhere?”

“To bed.” You quip.

“Oh, your favorite pastime.”

Your head whips around to face him, eyes narrowed and lips turned down, and he smirks as he heads to the fridge. “You’re a real asshole, Sukuna. You know that?”

“Hey.” Yuji intervenes, and you huff before pulling out of his embrace, arms moving to cross over your chest. Sukuna eyes flicker down, beer now in hand, and snag on the ring on your finger.

“You gave it to her.”

“Just today.” Yuji grins, moving behind you to loop his arms around your shoulders, his chin resting atop your head. “Gave it to her at dinner - and she does like it, you dick. I knew she would.” He loudly kisses your cheek, and Sukuna keeps his gaze on you as he raises the can of beer to his mouth and takes a slow sip. He starts at your feet, at the strappy sandals that you decided to wear today, and then he moves up your legs, the skin bare due to the skirt you wear. He looks over your shirt, the way it cuts down low into your cleavage, and you shift on your feet as goosebumps blossom on your skin.

He finally settles on your eyes, and you swallow hard, body pushing back into Yuji as he pushes into you, a telltale sign of his arousal hot and hard against your lower back.

“Looks good.” Sukuna rumbles, eyes still on yours, and you flush under his attention, skin turning hot. Yuji kisses behind your ear and your skin burns hotter. “Real good.” He breaks the gaze to look at his brother, who’s currently too engrossed in trailing kisses across your skin to pay attention to what’s being said, and then he’s gone down the hall and into his room.

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You finish rubbing in the last bit of your facial moisturizer and blow out a breath, your hands reaching above your head as you stretch. There’s an ache in your lower back, courtesy of your boyfriend, and you go to rub the spot as you pull open the bathroom door, intending to go back to his bedroom.

“Oh!” You jump at the sight of Sukuna on the other side, and he crowds you back in, hands on your waist as he pushes the door closed with his foot. “Ryomen, what’re you doing?” You hiss.

“Saying hey.” He murmurs, and then he’s swooping down to smack his lips against yours. The kiss is rough and fast, and you fight to keep up as he licks into your mouth, one of his hands sliding underneath his brother’s shirt and cupping you between your thighs.

“You come?” He pulls back from the kiss, teeth biting into the fat of your cheek, and your hands move to grab his wrist.

“Yeah.”

“You wanna come again?”

“Ye—no. Ryo, stop, he’s still awake.” He kisses at his teeth, palm mashing up into your panty covered cunt, and you moan into his ear. “Ryomen.” He lets out a grunt, and with another hard kiss he’s moving his hand from between your legs and into his pocket.

“I got you something.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet.” You take a step back, not trusting either of you to keep your hands to yourself, and you tug on the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, eyes taking in the way the muscles in Sukuna’s arms flex in his muscle tee.

His hand comes out of his pocket with a little black box, and your eyebrows shoot up when you recognize the brand as the same one that Yuji had just purchased your promise ring from. “I don’t want that.”

“Don’t give a fuck, you’re taking it.”

“No.”

He stalks towards you, and you smack at his hands as he moves to grab you. “No, I don’t want it. Do you know how disrespectful that is?”

“More disrespectful than me cumming in your ass?”

You gape.

He snags ahold of your hand, and you blink as he slides a ring on your finger, placing it right above Yuji’s. You don’t want to look at it, but you do, and you gape again, a soft call of his name leaving your mouth as you raise your hand to get a better look at it.

“…it’s…” Beautiful. And it is, and it makes you feel incredibly guilty, because Yuji’s ring is cute and pretty and you do like it, but this… “I really hate you.”

“Yeah?” He grins. “You must like it then.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t, asshole.” You go to storm past him only for him to grab your bicep and tug you back. “Ryo—”

This kiss is softer, gentler, one he’s never given you, and it leaves you breathless and warm in the face when he pushes you toward the door. “Night.” He says, and you barely react when his palm makes contact with your ass. “Don’t stay up late - you’ve got an exam in the morning.”

“Huh? Oh. Okay. Goodnight.” You stand there dumbly, still stuck on the kiss along with the ring.

“Get out.” He pushes you again. “Dumbass.”

You snap out of it, giving him a nasty look as you do. “You’re the dumbass, dumbass.”

[yuadokjon]

know your place, fool

summary: you had dared to break up with sukuna. via text. and now you face the consequences.

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You teetered back and stammered, "D-did you see my text? I said I want to brea-"

Sukuna cut you off with a dismissive wave, "Answer my question, sweetheart."

"I already did," you shot back, feeling somewhat brave. The hand that had snuck quietly behind the door now balled into an angry fist. Your shock and fear seemed to melt away as your forgotten rage ignited within you. Was that really important right now? Was he really showing up at your doorstep out of the blue an hour after having read your breakup text, no excuses, no explanation, no effort to engage? Did he think you were joking? He infuriated you.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed at your cryptic counter for a spell before widening again, and he barked with laughter, causing you to jump. You could see the glint of the round piercing perfectly centered in the inked sigil within his mouth bouncing along with his laughs. He swiveled a finger towards himself in feigned surprise then feigned pouting hurt, "Oh, me? Me? I'm the asshole?"

"You're so funny, sweetheart," he praised sarcastically, and you grimaced. He repeated pet names like that only when he was really pissed. Only his eyes hinted at how little humor he truly found in this situation at all. He honestly did not know what he found more adorable -- your dumb comebacks or, eyeing the tiny fists on either side of your body, that you thought you could fight your way out of this. His laughs soon died away, and your blood ran cold from the silence that replaced it. Like icicles, hanging heavily over your head. Ready to drop and skewer you at any given moment. Your earlier cowardly emotions came rushing back with a vengeance to wrest control from your smoldering anger. He took another step, which you paralleled without thinking, and crossed over the threshold. A casual kick from Sukuna later, and the door swung back into its frame with a loud bang. There went your escape route.

"Be serious," his voice low, "Who were you expecting?"

"L-listen, can we jus--?"

"I thought I told you to delete the number of every guy you know except me," he continued over you.

"Sukun--"

"You know I don't like when you do that."

"It was just Chos--"

His hand shot out and shoved itself into your mouth, pinching your tongue between his nails. Hard. You yelped. 

"So forgetful. What else did I tell you?" Sukuna ran a hand through his pink hair and tutted at your pitiful yowls, "I despise another man's name coming out of that pretty mouth. I could rip out your tongue right now." *

You felt his fingers twitch to emphasize his point. You thought you tasted iron. He stretched out his free hand towards you, and you shakily dropped your phone into the awaiting palm. He released your tongue and tapped the top of your head with a smile, pleased at how well he had trained his girl. So smart! Yet so very, very stupid. He wiped his saliva-coated fingers up and down your cheeks until clean and cocked his head to the side as he pored over your notifications. He only had seconds before the phone started to buzz urgently. 

"Choso, huh?" he finished your earlier sentence as he read aloud the name that filled the screen, and you held your breath. A brow twitched in irritation. He knew it. The device's desperation rang ignored by Sukuna as he tapped it against his chin, staring up at the popcorned ceiling then down at you deep in thought.

Choso, huh, he echoed in his mind. You thought to call him up? Him? That loser? He was always hanging around you. The droopy mop that eagerly followed around to pick up and clean after you, wicking away what tears you spilled in its presence. Even with all the precautions that he lovingly undertook for you, he still couldn't seem to shake Choso off you. Like a ghost that you welcomed to haunt your every step. And Sukuna knew exactly what he thought of him since the idiot wasn't afraid to hide it from anyone, either. More than once Sukuna wanted to wrench off those ponytails stupidly flaring out from either side of his head, and more than once you had quickly swooped in between the two men before fists or worse flew. He didn't understand what his brother -- or you -- saw in that depressive freak (though he did begrudgingly acknowledged the freak's gall). What a loser. So unhappy with his own life that he felt compelled to seek and corrupt whatever happiness surrounded him. Sad, pathetic, lonely virgin loser.

In fact, it was probably all his fault that you've been acting so strange lately. Knowing how important his friendship was to you, Sukuna, in all his grace, might have turned a blind eye or three here and there whenever the two of you had connected...and this was how the lucky bastard repaid his generosity? Holding the privilege of having your ear while abusing it to whisper such falsities that poisoned him to you? He didn't doubt that Choso was only doing all of this in the hopes of filling what holes that Sukuna presently occupied. And owned. The call soon died while lost in his thoughts, and you breathed a sigh of relief which you would later wonder how -- how could you have possibly believed that he was in any mood to let this go? The edges of his lips curled into a sneer as an idea took root. Guess a reminder was long overdue. For you and Choso both.

"N-no, you can't," you panted weakly and stared up at Sukuna with the most pleading eyes you could muster as you watched him redial. Please. Not him. You already had so few friends left. You couldn't imagine what he had planned, but you were apprehensive of whatever it was that had inspired that expression. He hushed and stroked your hair idly while humming along to the dialing music. Your cells screamed again, begging you to fight, escape, run, move, anything! Now! While he might distracted! But you remained there, frozen to the spot as he played with your locks, more terrified to incur his wrath than to suffer his humiliation. He perked when the tune stopped and turned the phone towards you.

It's for you, he mouthed and draped a hand over his giggling face. You stared back from him to the picture of you and Choso on your screen in disbelief at what was transpiring.

"Hello? Hello?!" You whimpered at the sound of your friend's panicked voice. "Y/N, I am so sorry. Some asshole slashed my tires and --"

"Hey, asshole," Sukuna interrupted and took the phone back, cradling it between his ear and shoulder, "I don't appreciate you hanging around my girl, you creepy fuck."

The other line went silent, broken by a low growl that preceded and permeated the normally soft-spoken speech, "Where is she?"

"Oh," Sukuna turned back to you with a wink followed by his eyes wandering down lower and lower. You suddenly wished you had something more than just an oversized hoodie and pajama shorts on. He continued, "She's doing just fine, don't you worry about her."

"S...stop it," you hoarsely whispered and swatted away his hand before rushing to grab the device a second too late. You pounded his chest as you found your voice again, "Stop it! Get out! I hate you! I HAT--"

You found yourself on the ground and your ears rang, tears springing to your eyes as your entire backside finally registered the pain. What happened? Who was pleading with you and calling your name so many times? He sounded so worried and he so far away... 

A tattooed hand was latched onto your face again, forcing down whatever fight you had left in you. You instinctively clawed at the attached arm until Sukuna squeezed your cheeks enough to bruise, and you stopped. The smile returned to his face, and he loosened his viselike grip. Slightly.

"Shh, shh...it's ok," he reassured seemingly to you both and crouched down closer with the phone until you could feel his hot breath descend on your face. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol invaded your nose through the thin window his fingers had left. It brought you fully out of your daze, and you don't know how you missed such a stink before. You cringed but kept your glare on Sukuna steady which only widened his grin. His girl was such a fighter. But the man knew exactly how he could make her lose over and over again until she finally yielded. You would surrender. You would submit. But it would be a bit before you got over your latest tantrum. You just loved to fight him, and he just loved watching you try. He closed his eyes and gave you a cartoonishly loud kiss on the back of his hand that still held you so painfully then snickered delightedly as you fumed. He truly infuriated you.

He moved back in to leave a trail of pecks down your forehead, eyes, cheekbones, jaw, forcefully angling your head all the while to give him more access to your skin. His other hand snaked in to grab a handful of your ass and pull you into him. He paused at your neck, and his eyes briefly flitted up to meet yours before glancing down again. He licked his lips, lingering a little on his canines, then aggressively kissed and sucked away at the back of your neck. He wanted to cover you. Mark you as his in a way that the whole world would know. Your face was already starting to resemble his, the way the reddening lines under his fingers traced your lower jaw and the older ones aligned beneath your eyes. But where else, where else? He had acquired so many tattoos and so many options. Maybe your wrists next? Your shoulders? Your arms, he decided, as you continued to wriggle around. He wrapped his long fingers around your biceps and snapped them to your sides, the phone clattering beside your head. You squeaked. You could feel his digits digging into your bones, violet rings sure to appear the next morning. As much as he loved your spirit, he was beginning to tire of it. How much longer were you going to fight him? He pressed his forehead to yours, his red eyes boring into you with unquestionable demand burning within them: "You be good now, okay? Let us hear your sweet sounds."

He slid down without waiting for any signal from you, as did his hands along the lengths of your arms until they stopped at your wrists and gathered them together overhead. You felt cool wood under your thumbs. He freed one hand to slide your shorts down your legs and took his prized seat between your thighs, hooking your legs over his broad, broad shoulders. You could hear only the drumming of your rabbiting heart that drowned out the hungry sighs that greeted your inner thighs. He knelt down and pushed his nose into your hidden entrance and inhaled deeply, even closing his eyes to better worship the scent. Oh, how he missed this. You just smelled so damned good. The best. And Sukuna only deserved the best. Of course he wasn't going to let you get away. He gnawed at the hem of your underwear, his fangs grazing your skin, until he found purchase and jerked it back. As your exposed warmth met the cold air, you reflexively shut your legs around him, which he easily parried with a loud smack of his palm. He smirked. 

"Be good now," he reminded before prying your legs apart again and tossing your underwear aside with a fling of his fingers. Finally. He ran a long slobbering stripe up your cunt, the grooves of his titanium barbell rumbling through every dip and rise within your walls. You shuddered, suppressing the noise that threatened to escape out of you. He hummed at your subdued reaction to his test. He took another experimental lick down and your feet arched against air, though you prevailed through another strangled bout of sounds. He wasn't even upset. Fight as you might against your higher instincts, your baser ones exposed you for the whore you were. You amused him so much.

"Nuh uh, doll," he sighed, "What did I say?"

Maddening. You could just slap that stupid grin off his stupid, fucking face. If you could see him past the gathered folds of your hoodie, that is. At some point, Sukuna had pushed it up to expose your breasts as well and obstruct your view. Not being able to monitor whatever he was doing down below only served to heighten your sensitivity. All you could glimpse was the shock of pink hair and nothing below, but you could guess as much -- he was enjoying the shit out of torturing you like this.

He took a few more careful licks before plunging fully into you and contorting his pierced tongue expertly around every point he knew you to be extra vulnerable. You couldn't breathe. You didn't dare to, because you knew that would mean the end. It was taking your entire energy and focus -- what little of both you had left -- to not release any of the noises that were choking your throat. But you were losing your resolve as fast as you felt something inside you build and build. And build. You furrowed your brows. Oh god.

You couldn't. Choso. You were so sorry, Choso.

You gasped and rivers of increasingly loud nonsense streamed through your lips, sometimes punctuated by coherent phrases but most times flooded with just animalistic mewls and moans as you writhed and bucked your hips into Sukuna's jaws. His hand still pinned your wrists together overhead, the only part of your body that didn't seem to be squirming about. You prayed that the phone beside you couldn't pick up any of the babbling involuntarily coming out of you or that Choso had hung up a long time ago. It had been silent for a while. But you were also starting to care less and less as everything except the feeling of the powerful thick muscle violating your insides faded away into oblivion. Oh, how you missed this. He just fucked you so damned well. The best. And didn't you deserve the best as his woman? Of course you weren't going to leave him. You felt that something snap, and you gushed into your boyfriend's expectant mouth that greedily devoured all, save for the droplets that dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. He let you down to rest shakily atop his thighs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, beaming down at you: "Good girl!"

You couldn't even hear his praise within your giant hood that had bobbed around earlier and collapsed atop your face. It just rebounded your ragged breaths. And your fight or flight instincts had quieted some time ago, too, though you weren't quite sure when. They were but dull murmurs now, smothered by the absolute ecstasy that came at you in violent waves. You moaned as you came down from your high, dreamily pushing your hips into Sukuna when you felt something hard poke you.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The words drifted into your ears muffled and faint, but you caught the sound of a belt unbuckling and a quiet but unmistakable zip. "You're not finished already, are you?"

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"Tell me, sweetheart," he cooed as he switched the phone to his other shoulder and continued louder through his grunts, "What was it you were thinking? You thought we should what? Break up? And you thought to call Choso up, hmm? You thought you would just move on from the best dick you ever had and have a cute little thing with your dear friend Choso? Can bestie Choso make you feel like this?"

He shoved the microphone end in front of your swollen, parted lips. Your phone's screen became cloudier with each gasp and cry that Sukuna pushed out of you with every rock and roll.

"What was that, darling?" he called out from above and stopped.

"N-no no...no," you said in a stupor, half in answer and half in protest. What did he say again? The phone and his questions were already long forgotten in your mind. You didn't even know what the correct answer was but it felt right. You prayed it was, if only to get Sukuna to resume. You whined needily and pressed back into him.

"No," he agreed and ground into you that your heavenly sigh chased after, "this pussy is mine. This pussy was made for me and only me. Nobody else can take me so well except a perfectly molded cockdrunk whore like you."

"Y-yes, Sukuna."

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, Su-suku-na."

"Whose pussy was this made for?"

"On-n-nly you, Su-ku-na!"

"That's right. I'm glad we learned our lesson."

Whatever Sukuna said was right was right, of course. He was always right. As if he read your mind, he rewarded your capitulation with rapid circles around your clit, drawing out even more squeals and affirmative wails of his name.

Your interrogator seemed pleased by your verbal pledges of fealty, but it was the physical ones you wouldn't be able to shy away from that were his real pride and joy. Your body was splattered with his scratches, bruises, red welts, and bites that had accumulated over however long you two had been going at it (he'd check exactly how long on your call log later since he still had to extract the recording app he secretly had installed). He admitted he had gone a shade overboard, the markings resembling nothing of the crisp clean black lines that glided down and around his body. So much for his original plan. But he admired his work nonetheless. The ones who didn't yet know who owned you would soon find out to stay clear away from you anyway. He swore it. He wouldn't be making the same mistake twice as he did with Choso. He retrieved the phone by your drooling face.

"So know your place, fool," he muttered into it one final time before chucking it away.

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* this line is taken from 2023 kdrama perfect marriage revenge.

[banjjakz]

➡ Fall asleep.

When you blink back into consciousness, a gentle warmth welcomes you to the land of the living. At some point in your slumber, you pitched sideways to huddle your achingly cold bones in a fetal position. Now, you find yourself struggling to activate your joints after succumbing to a slumber so deep it’s seemed to have left you with rigor mortis.

As you sit up, an unfamiliar layer of fuzzy fabric slides from your shoulders. A blanket! Ah, that explains the extra warmth. But you don’t remember bringing a blanket with you… and you’ve never seen this particular blanket in your entire life. Sure, it’s cozy and high-quality, but the pattern of wide-open eyes littered across the black cloth is off-putting – although, not entirely unpleasant.

Oh shoot, did someone put this on you? Have you been discovered?

“Hello.”

Spooked, you whip your head to the side, where you had not even registered the presence of another living being. “Ahh!!!”

“I did not mean to frighten you. I apologize.”

Are you – are you dreaming?

You must be dreaming. They term isn’t “yumejoshi” for no reason. There is no way Choso squats in front of you, less than a meter away, so close that you can smell his earthy, metallic fragrance. He hasn’t even changed out of his stage costume: his customary white robes are still soaked through with sweat from the earlier performance, gracing the pale fabric a tantalizing semi-translucence. His purple gi is nowhere to be found, which exposes the unholy caverns of his collarbones, the inviting jut of his skeletal sternum. The signature pigtails are also undone, leaving his stringy black hair to metastasize down the sides of his gaunt face, across the barren valley of his jagged shoulder blades. And yet, that solid bar of black remains perfectly applied across the center of his face.

“…Nn?”

“Are you alright?”

Choso stays where he is, head cocked in concern. Quickly, you realize you have two options.

You can tell the truth and admit that you’d been waiting outside just to see him walk a few paces before getting into a nondescript vehicle. Totally normal fan behavior that will definitely go over well.

Or, you can lie.

“I-I don’t have anywhere else to go,” you demure, casting your eyes down in false bashfulness. You would feel bad about this if you were a better person.  “And the memories from ShinShow’s performances always sustain me…I just thought, if I could enjoy the positive energy for a little while longer…I would be sustained. I’m sorry…”

“Why do you apologize?”

One of Choso’s most appealing charming points is his overly formal, somewhat antiquated manner of speaking. He sounds like a historical figure who has been yanked from the past, inserted haphazardly into contemporary pop culture. Very fitting for his lore. But you’d also been under the assumption that this was merely a stage act – is he that committed to his image? Or is it innate?

The thought of Choso simply being Like That is too endearing to bear. You hide your face behind your palms, concealing the tremulous smile that possesses your lips.

“It’s embarrassing… and I’ve troubled Choso-nii…”

The last thing you expect are cold, impossibly cold, hands to wrap around your wrists, kindly (but firmly) uncovering your face. Choso has drawn closer to you, so close that when he breathes, it brushes the bridge of your nose.

His face is impassive, as usual – but upon closer inspection, you notice a strange, wavering quality in his eyes, a slight tremor in his lips. There might actually be color on the tips of his ears. Usually, he appears as though he is so pale there is no blood coursing through his veins that could produce a blush.

Evidently, this is not the case.

“Choso-nii is not troubled,” he states plainly, leaving no room for argument. “The night is no place for a little one to be sleeping unguarded.”

Oh, you could faint here and now. It’s an active choice on your part to remain conscious. “Mn…”

“You will come with me now.”

And so you do.

This is how you find yourself in the back of an unmarked, utilitarian white van. To anyone else the vehicle would appear as little more than a maintenance truck. But you know better.

Inside the living-quarters is a mish-mash of discarded clothing items in varying degrees of cleanliness; discarded guitar picks; empty takeout containers; and a random jumble of electronic chargers. Inexplicably, there is also an abundance of first-aid supplies, with over half of it apparently already used. As he sits you down on one of the distressed leather seats, Choso uses the medical kit to tend to a few scrapes on your legs and arms earned from your impromptu nap on the concrete.

“It’s really not that bad…You don’t have to—”

“Enough.”

Embarrassed, you shut your mouth. How do you even cope with this situation? Here you are, in the back of your oshi’s travel van, as he sits on his knees in front of you, hands impatiently pushing your clothes away to reveal your bare skin. His touch leeches the body heat out of you like a parasite. You want to be sucked dry.

“This will sting.” That’s all the warning you get before hydrogen peroxide is unceremoniously dumped on your fresh scrapes.

Unbidden, you let out a strangled whine, hands flying to the closest part of him you can reach – which happens to be his head. You clutch at his hair to absolve you of your suffering. “Choso-nii! It hurts!”

Ker-thlunk. Glug… glug… glug…

Fuck! Your spasming must have knocked over the hydrogen peroxide…. the upended bottle spills its guts across the floor, drenching the air in an oppressively medicinal stink.

Oddly, no irritancy mars Choso’s features. If anything, he looks more flustered than you feel, which doesn’t make much sense to you.

“I’m so sorry! I c-can clean it up, I promise---”

“Leave it.” He speaks without meeting your eyes. “You are injured.”

Barely, you want to retort. But acknowledging the fact that your so-called “injuries” are very minor surface scrapes would shatter the illusory bubble of realized fantasy into which you have miraculously stumbled.

Before you can reply, Choso continues: “The human mouth is the fastest-healing part of the body. Saliva heals.”

“Okay,” you say, because there is nothing else you could possibly respond with. He can’t mean—surely, he doesn’t—

But there he goes, leaning in close to the supple flesh of your bared leg, breath ghosting along the very surface, raising the hairs that quiver in eager anticipation. “I said I would help you feel better. Please allow me this. It is my duty.”

And then he begins to suck on your wounds.

“Oh-kay,” you squeal, entirely convinced that you have begun to astral project. The scrape on the inside of your knee is laved over by his tongue, which is, strangely, just as chilled as the rest of him. When his eyes flick up at your exclamation, you realize that you have yet to release his hair.

Nor do you want to.

“B-be gentle, please…” You’re laying it on thick. You know it. How could you resist? He’s eating it up – literally – mouthing repeatedly over the sensitive area as though he is spiritually compelled to do so. And just because you’re a little too observant, a little too greedy for your own good, you decide to push your luck: “Will Choso-nii make me feel better everywhere?”

With a wet pop, he unleashes your leg from his wet, red mouth. “Where does it hurt,” he asks, pupils blown wide, nothing more than a twin pair of black holes.

“Mn…all over…I’m sore, from sleeping on the ground…”

Choso rises from his knees to crowd you into the back of the seat. Of course, you willingly melt back, pliant in the wake of his potent desire.

“Do you need Choso-nii to make it better?”

“Please,” you whimper, peering up at him through your dewy, tear-damp lashes.

Holy shit, you can’t believe this actually worked. Two hours ago, you were just one of hundreds of faceless, sweaty fans, screaming their hearts out to some of the most hauntingly morbid lyrics.

And now, you are caged in the unforgiving embrace of your oshi, completely at his mercy, littered in hickeys and lovebites and bruises as he has his way with you. Your sharp cries of pain do the opposite of dissuade him; with each groan and plea for him to slow down, take a pause, ow, ow, it hurts Choso-nii--, he grows all the more impassioned, all the more frantic.

He only pulls away from you when there is not a single inch of exposed skin left for him to mark. The sound of your comingled pants fill the van, fogging the windows with physical evidence of your salacious tryst.

Neither of you speak for a moment, content to simply gaze into each other’s eyes. His hair is frazzled every which way, due in no small part to your rough handling. Is it normal to be turned on by such a trainwreck of a human? Should you really be wet between the thighs at being mauled?

“Do—” his voice cracks in a way you have never heard before, not on any livestream, not in any video, not on any stage. “Do you feel better, now?”

Maybe it’s fate…maybe, somewhere out there, far, far away, there is a benevolent being who wants nothing but the best for you. Maybe they concentrated their divine powers into finding you, in this moment, and directing your gaze to the loose pocketknife innocently resting on the grimy floor next to his clunky black platforms. In this moment, as you pick up the blade, unsheathing it without breaking eye contact with the ghoulish specter hovering above you, an inexplicable wave of love and appreciation washes over you, bathing your half-dressed body in the warm waters of some distant, far-off shore.

It's almost too easy to slice a surface wound – a cat-scratch, really – into the plush swell of your upper thigh.

“What about here, Choso-nii?” You ask, enraptured by the peculiar twitching of his facial muscles. “Can you kiss it better right here?”

Once again, you are right on the money.

Choso dives to chase the rivulet of blood running down your leg like a man stumbling across an oasis in the desert. Devotionally, he tongues at the gory slit, sucking more blood from your self-inflicted wound, moaning as if he is the one being pleasured right now. In a strange way, you think he might be.

Your initial quick-thinking unleashes an outlandish chain reaction which finds you, inevitably, entirely unclothed with a not-insignificant amount of reddening slashes across your naked form. When it’s all said and done, Choso will tend to each and every cut, diligently disinfecting and dressing the disrupted flesh, allowing you to weakly tug at his hair (now pulled back from his face into two twin pigtails) when it burns.

Upon the final swipe of antibacterial ointment, you are halfway in dreamland, barely cognizant enough to recognize that you should probably be getting the hell out of here, at this point. However, shunning reason and common sense is the exact behavior that’s gotten you this far – so you decide to stick to what you know.

“Choso-nii,” you murmur groggily into the leather seat. “Blanket?”

“What blanket?”

His confusion is confusing you. “The one you gave me… ‘s cold…”

“…I did not give you a blanket.” For the first time since he’d picked you up behind the venue, Choso’s voice sounds grounded in reality. Released from the shackles of lust and taboo desire, he speaks with lucid candor. “Was that blanket not yours?”

“Nope,” you hum, blissfully dazed. “Where ‘s ‘t?”

Sleep descends upon your worn, battered form before you hear his answer.

Oh well. As long as Choso-nii is nearby, you have nothing to worry about.

[ROUTE CLEAR.]

next suggested route: okkotsu yuuta

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𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕤! 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝟚 𝕤𝕦𝕓! choso x f!reader

pairing: camboy!choso x f!reader (both are early to mid 20s)

word count: 879

summary: living in tokyo is tough, and it’s hard to make ends meet. while you took the more traditional route, working a fulltime job in retail, your boyfriend took the more…alternative approach, not that you minded. word got to his fans about his pretty little girlfriend, and suddenly you find yourself working with him.

warnings: cam stuff, (kinda mean)dom!choso, sub!reader, porn with literally zero plot, fingering, spanking, clit slapping/pinching (lightly), spitting (oop), use of ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’, dacryphilia (kind of), edging, slight degradation/name calling [bitch (just once), whore, slut], pet name use [baby, sweetheart]

a note: i’m gonna be pumping out some fics for a while since i have a lot of ideas. that being said, requests are open!

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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[NEW MESSAGE FROM: deathpainting150]

{hopping on soon, this time with a special guest :-). remember guys, minimum donation of ¥200 to avoid spam! <3}

Choso was sitting with his back against the wall, long legs straight out in front of him with you bent over his lap, your cute ass right in frame, spread out for about 15,000 people.

You grip the bedsheets tight as his thumb swirls on your clit over your panties. There’s an obvious wetspot, he’s been playing with you absentmindedly as he was setting up the stream.

“Relax, baby.” He says, pressing his thumb down a little harder. “Wanna show everyone how good you are for me.” He pulls your panties down, the lace sitting around your knees.

Choso grips your asscheeks and spreads them. “Fuck.” He angles his head to get a better look at your spread cunt, still making sure to keep his face out of frame. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet, cunt’s so pretty and puffy…fucking hell.” He leans forward a little and spits on you, dribbling down your slit and dripping onto the bedsheets.

You whine and wiggle around. “Choso, please!”

He laughs, rolling your clit between his fingers. “What, baby? Come on, use your words. You know I don’t like it when you whine.” He pinches your clit for good measure, just to get his point across.

Your eyes roll back into your skull and your cunt clenches around nothing. “Please, fuck, please just touch me! I wanna cum so bad!” 

Choso ignores you, continuing to roll your clit around and occassionally pinching it. He loves having you like this; spread out over his lap, dripping everywhere, completely fucked out. Maybe if you were a good girl he would let you cum, too.

A loud dading! sounds through the room, signalling a donation.

[virtualpeaches has donated ¥1,000! “tease her a little bit more. make her cry.”]

Choso chuckles as he reads the donation aloud. “Oh, trust me, she’ll cry.” He rubs your clit with his thumb, occasionally dipping into your cunt just to tease you.

Another dading! sounds through the room.

[academicsallow has donated ¥5,000! “make the bitch beg 2 cum.”]

You barely even hear the next donation as Choso continues to tease your clit, barely even grazing it with his thumb. You get antsy and push your hips back directly onto his thumb, grinding your clit against it.

He laughs and presses down even harder, giving your asscheek a slap. “Fucking whore. Couldn’t even wait your turn, huh?” He lets you grind against his thumb, finding your neediness so adorable. 

He moves his other hand, draping his arm over your back and sinks two fingers into you. “Such a needy little thing. Grinding on my hand like I’m a fucking sextoy.” You push your hips back to meet his thrusts and he pulls his thumb away from your clit to spank you. “Who’s in charge here? You or me?”

When you don’t answer, he grips your hair at the root and tugs your head back. You finally stutter a response. “You! You’re in charge! ‘m sorry, Choso!”

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” He coos at you, his voice condescending. “Fucking act like it.”

You nod pathetically and he lets go of your hair, bringing his thumb back to your clit. Your head drops onto the matress and you grip the sheets. More and more donations are coming in, and you can only wonder what they’re saying about you. Maybe Choso will show you after, just to humiliate you a little bit more.

That familiar feeling builds in your tummy. “Fuck, Choso, please-shit! I’m gonna cum!”

He chuckles, applying more pressure with his thumb. “Yeah? Little slut’s gonna cum for me, hmm?” 

You nod again, pushing your ass back towards him, and right as you get to the edge-

Choso stops.

He completely pulls his hands away, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

You whine and wiggle, your cunt clenching around nothing. “Choso!” You ball your fists and tears of frustration run down your cheeks.

He laughs, unable to take you seriously. “Shush, baby. You’ll get to cum soon.” He grabs your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. “God, you look so pretty when you cry.”

“This isn’t fair!” You whine. “I’ve been a good girl!”

“I know you are,” He says. “But you aren’t in charge here, sweetheart, I am.” He lets go of your chin and goes back to rolling your clit between his fingers.

He straightens up a bit and reads through the chat. “If we make it to ¥60,000 I’ll let you cum, does that sound good baby?”

You shake your head. “I wanna cum now!” He ignores your protests, continuing to play with your clit. “Choso, please!”

He spanks you again. “Shush. Don’t make me gag you.”

You whine but lay there, like a good girl, as he continues to play with you.

Another dading! sounds through the room, and Choso reads this one aloud to you.

[sixeyedsatoru {tier 1 sub!} has donated ¥80,000! “Make her cum. I’ll donate another ¥20,000 if you use your cock.”]

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short n sweet, just how i like them. send in requests, por favor, give me some ideas.

pt 2 here

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hi! i really like your mbti personality posts, may i request one for ISTJ?

Your MBTI, Your JJK Characters Part 7

Includes : ISTJ + ESTP

a/n: Thank you anon, @2-yveee for requesting ISTJ, also thank you @suchasecretiveninja for reading this series. I hope you like it 🫶🏻💗.

Divider credit : @cafekitsune ✨💖

ISTJ:

Choso Kamo = Husband.

Married couple goals. Both ISTJs and Choso emphasize the significance of family as a central aspect of their lives. Your strong family-oriented approach , makes your relationship unbreakable. Once you got married, you'll stay loyal to each other for life, you'd solve your relationship problems rationally without further emotional upheaval. Choso's personality aligns perfectly with what ISTJ seeks in a partner; a sense of stability and kindness. Though Choso is often calm, he isn't the distant or cold type, his presence exudes warmth and protection. You can definitely rely on each other, especially that ISTJs have a great sense of duty, commitment and responsibility and that's something that Choso really appreciates in a partner. You would be his one and only. You have a vanilla kind of relationship, despite relying on your rationality most of the time, you still have that soft side just for each other. You mainly show your love through acts of service and gift giving.

Toji Fushiguro= Ex-lover.

Although you both share common traits like being rational, practical, and having a logical mindset, you faced challenges that failed the relationship. His manipulative tendencies and deception were a major deal-breakers for you, making it difficult to continue together as a couple. As an ISTJ, you put a great emphasize on trust, but Toji broke it by his manipulative behavior, he would even attempt to manipulate you into things, but being an ISTJ, you have the upper hand to sense it. Toji might also run away from a healthy conversation and won't admit his mistakes, which is the complete opposite of you since ISTJ is able to take constructive criticism well. So clashes always occur between both of you, especially when taking decisions, he isn't open to others' opinions.

Geto Suguru = Ally.

Between ISTJ and Geto, there's a collaborative effort to establish a stable and structured environment. Geto as an INTJ, he complements your ISTJ traits, making you a well-suited pair. With both being organized, punctual, and skilled planners, there's a natural synergy and chemistry between you two. Geto, being an INTJ, would entrust you with his plans and missions, recognizing your reliability and organizational tactics. Together, you thrive on efficiency, creating a harmonious dynamic that benefits from the strengths each of you brings to the table. You would definitely be on Geto's side. You may have some romantic moments and sexual tension, but you always focus on work more than feelings, both of you believe that emotions may get into the way of you achieving greatness.

ESTP:

Yuuji Itadori = Boyfriend.

Literally couple goals. Everyone is envious of your perfect relationship. Both of you are walking green flags. As an ESTP, you're drawn to excitement, your type is literally someone who is fun, playful yet respectful and supportive. And Yuuji's generous spirit aligns with what you want. The two of you, felt the connection from the first encounter, since you smoothly match each other's energy and vibe. You are the spontaneous couple who turns any kind of gathering into a joyful experience, literally uplifting the spirit of those around you. Also, you share a lot of other values like being protective, brave and courageous for each other and for others. Yuuji would also help you with your commitment issues, proving to you that commitment is worth it when it's the right person. ESTP and Yuuji are both a free spirit driven by your guts.

Gojo Satoru = Soulmate.

Your relationship could have taken another route that includes romantic emotions, but it would have turned into a situationship given both ESTP and Gojo's commitment issues.. so you developed it into a safe bond..soulmates. Your impulsive and energetic sides brought you together and unified you. Both of you are confident af, but the difference is that ESTP is confident but humble while Gojo is confident but arrogant. You always manage to effortlessly solve problems and get what you want but no one can get to you. ESTP and Gojo enjoy flirting with each other for fun, you start showing off, and exchange physical touch. You act needy around each other even though both of you are extremely independent.

Mahito = Love Hate relationship.

This man, would flirt with you during fights, given your prudent nature, you might take it as him trying to distract you or seduce you to his side, but he actually means each word he said to you. Mahito's personality could be classified as your type except one thing;...betrayal. Mahito knows exactly how to attract an ESTP. He would give you the attention you need ( kinda attention from the wrong person ). He publicly acknowledges your skills, and praises your abilities and competences. He also got a playful banter that makes your fights exciting, full of thrill and adrenaline. He loves the way you stay composed and reply with witty comebacks instead of getting offended, you act on impulse and don't care if other's judge you or comment on your actions. You're a free soul, something that Mahito highly esteems and carves to own. But he hates you for the same reasons that made him attracted to you; your sharp senses, observant, flexible and rebellious nature. You always crash his plans, block his attempts to get closer to you and offend him with your overly blunt words.

Remember this piece of writing is for entertainment purposes only, so it's not necessarily accurate 🫶🏻✨

[sixeyescurseuser]

Prince/Pirate

Thinking about Gojo who is a prince known for running away for weeks at a time. His current excursion was done purely out of spite because noble court advisor, Nanamin, claimed he wouldn’t be able to survive the pirate life. 

So here Gojo is, living it up on the Black Dragon’s ship. He was actually exchanged as a prisoner from the initial crew he tried joining, but they ended up trading him for more resources. 

Now, the Black Dragon’s captain scrutinizes him from head to toe with sharp, silent eyes. 

At first glance, Captain Geto knows this pretty boy comes from money. And there’s no way in hell he’s built for this lifestyle. 

“I’ll drop you off at the next seaport,” Geto says before Gojo can even get out a simple greeting. Gojo gasps, deeply offended. 

Gojo removes the sheer blindfold that previously covered his eyes, exposing the azure blue that is easily recognized of that of Prince Gojo. 

Captain Geto’s eyes widen a fraction before doubling down. 

“Oh, we are definitely dropping you off at the next port.”

There’s no way Geto is risking his and his crew’s livelihood for a runaway prince!

Gojo frowns, and has the audacity to cross his arms in disapproval, like he’s the one in charge. 

“Well, it’d certainly be shame if after you dropped me off, I went ahead to tell the royal guard that I had just escaped the evil clutches of the Black Dragon. Would be a damn shame if a bounty were to be placed on your head,” Gojo ponders out loud. 

The captain’s gaze hardens, and Gojo knows he’s on the way to bargaining his way onto this crew. “While you decide on your answer, I’m going to go look for food around here.”

Gojo squawks when a rough hand grabs him by the collar, preventing him from walking away.

“I’ve already made up my mind. You’re allowed to stay as long as you obey my direct orders,” Geto bluntly says. 

“Okay, but-“

Geto loudly clicks his tongue, cutting Gojo off.

“If that’s anything other than ‘Yes, Captain,’ I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”

After that, Gojo sulks. He’s also forced to help the other cooks prepare the food and serve the crew first before being allowed to eat himself. A younger boy with pink-ish hair sits down next to him, offering a friendly smile. 

“Don’t worry, sir, if he didn’t throw me overboard when I first joined, then he certainly won’t kick you off,” he says. Gojo hums, wishing he had honey he could add to sweeten up this godawful, bland porridge. 

“Good to know…?”

“Itadori Yuji,” the boy introduces himself. 

“Nice to meet you, Yuji-kun.”

***

Gojo on deck cleaning duty, but it’s very hot outside so he’s shirtless…all sweaty and pink where the sun kisses his skin. 

Geto happens to walk by. Gojo is so focused on his work, but also yapping to the other crew members who are really invested in his story, that he doesn't notice Captain Geto stop in his tracks. 

Shoko, Geto’s second-in-command, waves her hand in front of his face: “Hello? Captain? I have some updates on our future routes…Captain?”

Geto is too focused on the way powerful muscles flex back and forth. The prince is so freaking tall. And why is his waist so tiny?

Geto squints. 

***

If there’s one thing Gojo didn’t need to be trained on when it comes to being a pirate, it’s speaking whatever is on his goddamn mind. 

Gojo watching Geto retreat to the captain’s room to plan their next route, eyes trailing down to Geto’s ass.

Gojo: “I could take him.”

Crew member, Haibara: “In a fight? Hmm, questionable.”

Gojo: “Nah, not like that.”

Haibara: “Eh?”

On another occasion, Gojo mentions that he once ended a five-year relationship. 

Crew member, Choso: “Holy shit, that’s tough, mate. Didn’t realize princes were even allowed to date.”

Geto: [🤨]

Gojo: “It’s okay, it wasn’t my relationship. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Who knew the most common nights husbands cheat on their wives would be a Thursday?”

Geto: [relieved sigh]

The story is, one of the times Gojo ran away, he made a name for himself as the “Six Eyes” where he was paid to follow spouses to investigate if they were committing adultery. 

An example of Gojo’s note to a client: “Yes, he’s cheating. No, he couldn't make her cum. Their next meeting is Saturday at XXX bar. Do yourself a favor and dump him.”

The notes were also written in the most ELEGANT calligraphy. 

***

Gojo learns that despite being young for a captain, Geto is very respected and relatively feared among the ocean. He’s charming when he needs to be, and always extremely careful. 

Geto has made many friends around the world, but also a lot of enemies. The Black Dragon has been susceptible to many attacks, whether intercepted by the royal ships or other violent pirates. 

The crew admires their captain unconditionally. He’s provided them with a place to belong, after all. While Geto embraces their individual fighting styles, he has also taught martial arts to those who didn’t know how to fight before joining.

Gojo also learns that, boy oh boy, does Captain Geto despise the aristocrats. It was no question that royals were included as well.

Geto’s way of life is a direct resistance against the excessive luxury the wealthy live in, while ignoring the needs of common folk. Involving smaller, innocent towns in the battles between the political strifes was another huge issue too. 

Thus, Black Dragon is a pirate ship that picks targets based on status and wealth, and they also redistribute this wealth and communicate information between the smaller islands and ports. 

***

They visit Geto’s hometown, which had been depleted of resources by nearby military forces during past wartime. Their economy was shot, but they were in the process of slowly rebuilding and recovering. The scenery was beautiful too. 

While at one of the ports, some enemies catch sight of Geto and his crew. The enemies approach with calculated steps, definitely planning to cause trouble. 

Gojo is obviously very out of his element, but he still doesn’t appreciate being told to wait on the ship while Geto and the crew settle things off.

Gojo "agrees," then proceeds to walk off and hide inside a random shop for five minutes before leaving to hide among the crowd so he can watch Captain Geto in action, dueling this other no-name pirate.

There Gojo is, extremely proud for egging the pirates on and cheering for HIS captain. 

Geto’s crew spot Gojo and are like: “Aren’t you supposed to be on the ship?” 🤨🤨🤨

Gojo brings a finger up to his lips with a pleading expression. 

Shoko: “At least put a hat on. If the Captain spots that white hair, he’ll definitely get distracted.”

She lends him a cloth to wrap around his head. Now, Gojo looks like a proper pirate!

The enemy eventually yields, and backs off after a rather aggressive threat from Captain Geto. Gojo doesn't have much time to drool over how sexy Geto looks because Gojo must BOOK it to the ship to save his ass. 

A few minutes later, Geto returns, then points to the cloth wrapped around Gojo’s head: “Why are you wearing that?”

Gojo, yeeting the cloth off: “No reason!”

Gojo then notices the sheer amount of things Geto carries in his arms. When he asks whether Geto bought souvenirs, Geto tells Gojo to follow him.

They end up in the captain's room, where Geto shows Gojo his collection of trinkets which were gifts from the common people Geto visited during his travels. 

Unlike the royal gifts that are typically bestowed, like expensive perfumes, jewelers, or pounds of gold, these trinkets were like handmade bracelets, a shiny coin dating centuries back, paintings from children, etc. They were all thank you gifts for visiting their islands and helping out one way or another.

Gojo is entirely taken aback.

“Holy shit, you've touched so many people's lives!” Gojo exclaims, bright blue eyes shining with wonder. “You're fucking amazing, you know that? It's an honor to be on your ship, Captain.”

Geto doesn't respond, merely has a sincere yet shy smile on his face.

At that moment, hearing those words come from Prince Gojo himself, Geto felt seen in a way that feels new and exciting and makes something warm flutter in his chest.

Oh no, abandon ship! Abandon ship! The voice inside his mind shouts.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

[strawberryfairi]

Hello girl!! I love the stuff you write, it’s so immersing and fun to read,

To start off, how about JJK men and where they’d take you on a first date! Maybe also if they fumble or not? Or something along the lines of that if you’d like!

Note🧚🏾‍♀️: Omg hey🙋🏾‍♀️ that is so so sweet, thank you so much🥹!! I really appreciate that 'cause sometimes I be like dang, is my writing ass🧍🏾‍♀️🤡💀?? Lol but anywaaaayssssss...I decided to go and try the short fic kind of route for these so they'll be on the longer side, therefore I'm gonna make it a multipart thing! (P.S. Lmk also if the short fic version gave as opposed to the just straight bullet point thoughts)

JJK + First Date Headcanons

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CHOSO KAMO ʚ🌹ɞ

Choso, being new to the dating world and not having really anyone to go to for advice on this particular field, chooses what he believes is the smart way to go....to the internet. There's so many articles, Youtube videos, and even movies that discuss the topic of "The Perfect First Date". The options are overwhelming, yet there's one idea that really catches his eye.

It's a Saturday, just hitting around twelve in the afternoon, and Choso is right on time just as he said he'd be. He's at your door, dressed in a black- fairly loose fitted- button up top, with acid wash black ripped jeans. His hair is in his signature style, the two spiky buns that you absolutely adore on him. You could smell the subtle hint of cologne on him, a very earthy and mellow fragrance that seemed to match his overall personality well. It was highly attractive.

He looks so nervous, and honestly, a huge part of you was relieved as you were shaking in your own boots as well.

"H-hey" He stammers cutely, "You ready to go?"

A sweet smile etches it's way across your glossy lips, "Yeah, I'm ready!"

He extends his right arm, allowing for you to link yours with him as he takes you to his car out front of your place. "You look beautiful by the way;...as always." He compliments with a faint dusty pink hue across his pale cheeks.

"Thank you. You look great as well; as always." You chuckle lightly, feeling your own cheeks heat up right along with him.

The drive isn't too long, and you figure out exactly where he's taking you as he pulls up to a beautiful looking arboretum parking lot, in the outskirts of Tokyo. You let out a soft gasp, heart warming at his choice in date destination.

"Oh wow, Choso this looks so beautiful already!" You beam excitedly, staring out the window in a rather childlike way as he puts the car in car.

"I'm glad you think so. I was so nervous you wouldn't like it." He admits with a timid chuckle. He gets out of the car, then comes around to give you a hand as you step out. You watch as he goes to the back seat, taking out a large blanket along with a basket that you hadn't even noticed. As if his idea couldn't get any sweeter. You feel your heart swell with warmth, watching as a happy, wide smile plasters itself across his adorable face.

"Ok..." Choso nods, grabbing your hand gently and leading you past the tall, black metal gates.

He chose such a perfect time of year as well, mid spring, when all the flowers have bloomed and the trees are full of lively colored leaves. The scent of all the flowers fill the air, being carried around by the soft breeze. You spot plum blossoms, cherry blossoms, camellias, and even lavender. Choso practically follows you around like a lost puppy, taking in all your explanations of each flower and how you love their shape and color. Even he can't help but squat down and gently touch some of their soft petals.

Finally, the pair of you reach the main event of the whole arboretum, a small stream with a beautiful, traditional looking red bridge in the center of a field. Beautiful lines of cherry blossom trees surround the area, and patches of flowers grow along the bank of the stream.

Choso sets the blanket down while you smoothen it out along the grass, and place the basket filled with foods he hopes you'll like down. The two of you talk, getting to know each other better while enjoying both the scenery, and overall, each other's company. You're already so enamored by Choso solely due to the amount of effort he's put into the first date alone.

So far, he never comes across like you're a burden or that it's some kind of obligation to take you out on a date, and you really appreciate that attitude from him.

He's made his intentions very clear with you, and this first date is just the icing on the cake. Inwardly, unbeknownst to either of you, you both wish this date would never end.

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A/N❥: Choso does NOT fumble the first date bag whatsoever in my book! He's just too much of a sweetheart for that; he gon' do his RESEARCH🧐🔬 okaaaay!!!! But fr though, this was very fun to write! I really like this idea of doing date headcanons in this kind of short fic form, thank you so much for the ask🙆🏾‍♀️