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[introloves]

“apologize”

the word rang through your dizzy and blurry head- trying to breathe while your cheek pressed down onto pillows with every swing of nanami’s hips. you hadn’t seen his face for the better part of half an hour now.

having used every shaky word you were allowed to use in his presence with slip ups like these.

too needy, begging and vying for his attention so badly it slipped you into an uneasy and frankly snappy attitude. directing it to everyone except for him… until he stood directly in front of you with inquisitive questions as to why a pout was painted on your lips. arms crossed and straining against the pressed shirt that had absolutely no give.

heart sinking down to your tummy when your answer was uncharacteristically sour and borderline mean. accusing your sweet, overworking man of prioritizing work over you- lips snapped shut when he stepped forward and promptly pressed his fingers on either side of your cheeks and squeezing tight enough that there was a panic crawling up the base of your skull. hand immediately coming to try and pry his hand off before you thought better.

settling for the way he tugged you away and brought you to the point you were currently at- screaming and crying into the pillow saturated with tears and drool he had mercilessly fucked out of you.

messy cock bullying your poor cunt now after he deemed your mouth raw enough; ensuing you’d think twice about speaking to him like that.

he was good to you, patient- understanding when you got into your head over the silliest things and speaking before thinking. he could dismiss that; but he had been strung too tight, already missing you like you were him and being received in a manner where your kindness wasn’t there struck a cord within him that he preferred to swallow back.

but it was fine, he’d be here to straighten out any attitude you’d catch with him.

smiling when he saw you try and look back at him, knowing your lips were still sore and swollen from his thick cock previously. eyes barely able to meet his, rolling back every time he stopped and pressed his hips into the fat of your ass down so hard he knew it hurt.

stomach clenching with the painted look of hurt painted your pretty face.

“apologize for making me treat you like this.”

nanami spoke, reaching down to grab one swell of fat- spreading you open to see for himself the spattered wetness of orgasms ruined circling the base of his cock.

trying to keep the shiver that had him audibly groan down when your whole being spasmed at the words he directed towards your barely lucid self.

letting you suck in tufts of air before your lips trembled trying to form every syllable.

“‘m sorry.” it was warbled, every letter shaky and pitchy. a pathetic attempt in the midst of his hips pistoning in and out of you, swallowing after every word with the feeling that his cock itself was in your throat.

“nanami- ‘m sorry.” you whimpered, shame and embarrassment curling so tight in your stomach you could mistake it for a hot orgasm, ripped away when he finally ceased.

finally curled his body down to feel your heated skin, hand kept at the base of your neck but this time moving your head to bring your lips to his own. kissing you like he intended the first time he came back to you.

sweet and warm, silently apologizing in his own right for how he’d handled it- not regretting a single thing, but apologizing for the act itself.

“it’s okay, sweetheart- i’m here.” he whispered.

“good now, yeah?” nanami wondered, waiting for the nod of your head before finally lifting off you- eager himself to give you everything you wanted. knowing it was his fault for indulging you, especially like this.

waiting with a salivating mouth for the sight and feel of every messy orgasm he’d fuck out of you yet.

[chosoguapo]

𝒥𝒥𝒦 𝑀𝐸𝒩 𝒲𝐼𝒯𝐻 𝒮𝒜𝒩𝑅𝐼𝒪 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟𝒮 x black fems! ⤷ content: just a lot of fluff really and some suggestive stuff but nothing descriptive. itadori & megumi are aged up to 18 (to seem more exclusive since i think you can imagine them like this at anytime), but it’s all for fluff reasons. Merry Christmas ❤️💚🤍

signed mumu . . . just fun hdcs with our favorite jjk men, some suggestive content, but nothing overly descriptive. any kind of support is appreciated buns <3 @hoori @ifuckslasherz @scarfac3 @sukuette @pekejs @yeagersex | banner credit to @cafekitsune

itadori with a hello kitty girlfriend

❤︎ we saw this coming, what can i say two main characters belong together. you both enjoy being out all the time, whether that’s just spending time with each or friends. just being out and about with each other.

❤︎ a lot of times people like to think itadori doesn’t have a girlfriend when he mentions he does have one. the way he goes on and on to brag about you to his closest friends. you’d think you’re some fictional character from a game, but no you are his and only his!

megumi with a pochacco girlfriend

❤︎ there is never a dull moment between the two of you. as you both can make the smallest things into a competition between each other. let anyone simply ask “who’s better at ___?” you both are jumping at the opportunity to beat the others ass.

❤︎ the way you two ended up together is a mystery to yourself, but also so funny. your brother was a delinquent that often got into arguments with other students. just this one time he decided to bother megumi which didn’t end well for him. of course you went to go stand up for your brother and cuss out the jackass you put his hands on your family. but let’s just say…. you got completely distracted and ended up bonding with the guy? you overheard him talking about one of your favorite special interests and couldn’t help but join in. it’s rare that you find someone else who deeply loves something like you.

nanami with a melody girlfriend

❤︎ nanami with his melody girlfriend are such a odd but complimenting couple. the both of you have an understanding, you love being the “traditional girlfriend” while he loves being a “traditional boyfriend.” basically he provides for you while you spend his money on all your precious desires (he prefers it this way).

❤︎ often you find yourself on top of nanami almost every night. often you find yourself having silly little nightmares from recent horror movies you’ve watched, but nanami is always there to comfort you. he hovers over, without letting you feel any of his weight. “here take melody” he tucks her into you and kiss you on the head before cuddling up with you.

geto with batz a maru girlfriend

❤︎ oh boy! two people who look like absolute meanies but care so deeply for the ones who know them best. relationship consists of you two constantly picking on each other or just plain embarrassing the other.

❤︎ geto’s most fondest memory with you is when you both first met for a blind date. it was at a bar that is now only but a block away from where you both call home. he remembers you getting so drunk that you couldn’t even properly write your signature that night. geto had never seen someone show how genuine they are with their real personality, jokes, and being loud as hell. he loved that you didn’t feel the need to hide yourself for others benefit.

gojo with a cinnamoroll girlfriend

❤︎ you know how everyone loves the girlfriend that speaks for their boyfriend when the waiter gets his food wrong? well that’s the dynamic you and gojo have, but he’s the one who speaks up for you.

❤︎ sometimes you find that a lot of your cinnamoroll plushies are missing and that because of no one other than you boyfriend. gojo enjoys taking them and putting them in his office to dress them up as a mini version of him. “doesn’t he look way better with my shades on” he proudly displays cinnamoroll with a mini version of the outfit he has on.

sukuna with a kuromi girlfriend

❤︎ naturally sukuna would gravitate towards a kuromi girl. someone that’s just as rebellious and mischievous as him, but also girly at the same time.

❤︎ sukuna loves getting reactions out of you. something like hiding your favorite plushie. can get you so heated and he loves seeing that side of you come out. when you come to him to ask where he placed it, he always pretends he has no clue as to what you’re chatting about. “oh, you’re talking about that black and purple plushies of yours right?” “yes!” “ i don’t recall ever seeing it love” he says with a wink.

choso with a mocha girlfriend

❤︎ you two are the perfect example of a pink aesthetic girlfriend with a black aesthetic boyfriend. do people constantly question you both being together because of your different aesthetics? yes, but doesn’t choso give them a death stare for it? absolutely yes!

❤︎ choso is too shy to admit it to you but he loves cuddling you or just being able to touch you in anyway you allow him to. he prefers to sleep in your room filled up to the brim with pink and he cherishes every second of it.

toji with a choco cat girlfriend

❤︎ a mischievous and carrying boyfriend with the laid back girlfriend that’s friendly. dare i say that how toji acts with you is like a golden retriever but in a black cat form. he’s does all the carrying and doting things regular boyfriends do, but he always had to remind you who he is at heart. which is a childish man with a fat cock!

❤︎ toji knows how self-conscious you get when going to the gym. not because of the curves you possess, but because you feel like you’re doing the workouts completely wrong. which is why he always has to be your hype man at the gym. while your taking pictures for your social media hes right behind you slapping your ass. “beautiful just beautiful” he says as he slaps your ass again and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

[hopeworth]

CHOSOYUKI T4T SEND POST

[berrygoji]

someone stop me from going down the jjk hole I beg I don't want to suffer

[abbacchiosbelt]

Could you do S3 with MeiMei or Nanami from Jujutsu Kaisen?

"Just let me come with you this once, Kentooo," you whine, elongating the last syllable of his name. He'd barely been home for a day when he'd told you that he had to leave again, this time heading to a district in Japan that you'd never had time to explore thoroughly. It made sense to you that you could come along and explore the city while he was out - surely, the populated areas were safe enough. It'd been a long time since you'd left his apartment, and you were desperate for some fresh air, not to mention interaction with other humans.

You'd been begging him to take you along the moment he'd told you, but he'd brushed you off over and over. You're about to latch onto his arm and give him your best, wide-eyed look when he finally responds to you with more than a 'Not this time, dear.'

"Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?"

The bitter words that Nanami utters make your heart skip a beat. Anxiety floods your nerves, the harshness of his tone something you'd never heard directed at yourself. He had spoken to you like you were one of his students - like you were a child. Any remark you wanted to make in return fizzles out on your tongue when your eyes meet his; the expression he wore was one of finality.

You twist your lips into a pout, glancing away as you try to fight the tears that are starting to form on your lower lash line. The way he'd spoken to you felt bad enough, and it'd just play further into the fact that he thought you were being childish if you started crying. He sighs at your reaction, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him push his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry," Nanami starts, his whole demeanor giving off a worn-down aura. "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. But you must understand, I'm doing this for you. Everything I do is for you," He walks to where you're standing and takes your hands in his, facing you even though you still have your head stubbornly turned to the side. "I provide you with everything you've ever asked of me. All I ask in return is that you stay safe."

The unspoken words are obvious to you.

'You can't go out. It's not safe.'

'I will always protect you, but you must stay here.'

'I can't lose you too.'

It's hard to argue with him when he says things like that. You turn your head towards his and examine his face - the deep undereye circles, the lack of light in his eyes, and the desperate expression on his face. As much as you wanted to argue with him, you realized that he was damaged enough.

"I understand," you mumble, fighting off the petulance in your tone. He smiles - one of the rare smiles that only you see - and murmurs your name.

"I'm glad."

request from this set of ask prompts!

[star-centric]

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Gender Neutral Reader

Note: I haven’t written about Nanami in so long (and I just know I’m not ready for Season 2 💔)

CW: fluff, Kento and reader aren’t together (yet) but he’s still a gentleman <33

“Do you like the rain Nanami?”

The question was a simple yet weak attempt of trying to make small talk as he walked you home, but it made Nanami think. Did he like the rain? It could be seen as a nuisance, but it could also be peaceful, even comforting at times. But as you both walked under the sprinkling rain, he pictured a scenario- at home, finally reading one of the books collecting dust on his shelf as the steady downpour continued outside, with you curled up by his side-

The thought surprised him- he would say that it was random, but he would be lying to himself. It’s been just one of the many few thoughts of you occupying his mind lately. Whenever he’s counting down the minutes until 5, it isn’t because he’ll be done for the day, but also because he’ll get to see you.

You’ll wait by the entrance as always, briefcase in hand and a smile so bright that it’s hard for him to stay irritated from the day he’s had.

Nanami would get to hear you ramble about your own day- what you can’t believe your boss did today, the dinner you’re excited to make when you get home, the alley cat that always lets you pet him- he would just get the chance to talk and be with you, the highlight of his day.

Even now, despite the gloomy clouds and his slacks getting damp, he felt at peace.

It made him unknowingly smile.

“Hm…I suppose I don’t mind the rain when it’s with you.”

[utahimeii]

head of the clan maki who after a long day of leading one of the strongest families in the jjk world finds you looking delicious in the lingerie she bought you. Your plush skin spilling softly out of the tight material and your pussy perfectly exposed for her. It’s a shame that you are soundly sleep. Pretty puppy couldn’t wait for her master to come back and fell asleep right in the middle of the bed.

Maki gently lifts your thigh up to give her access to your cunt. And with muffled groans she pushes her heavy cock in and out ripping little moans out if your sleepy form.

Next morning you wake up feeling full and it’s not surprising since Maki made sure to pump you full of her cum all night.

[iwaasfairy]

𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙴

when did you start thinking of big brother as something to possess? not sure. at the same time that you were given your own demons to fight, maybe. a/n. wanted to write something for not-yet-so-evil geto, yk, before everything went to shit

.wordc. 3k tw incest, big brother geto, dubcon, unprotected sex, feelings :/

There’s a thick blanket of shame that you often cuddle into. A thick cover of broken understanding that casts over you and curls around your fingertips, and you lay, and you wait. But for all that lackluster, shattered understanding, you don’t think you could trade it if you wanted to. No, this is yours to sit in, from the moment you wake up to the second you go to bed, and if you’re lucky, it doesn’t follow when you sleep.

It makes sense, doesn’t it? Short, feeble breaths escape you as you jog around the corner and your feet sink into the thin wisps of snow left for the day. You brought this upon you two, so it’s only right that you deserve to be punished. Your eyes are teary and unfocused, cheeks bitten by the wind and the sweat on your back cools too quickly, but you can’t deny it.

This is your own, little curse to wear; hidden far beneath the safety of your skin.

Niisan carries his own well. You should do him a favor and follow suit. Your breath escapes in thin, white clouds as you come to a halt in the courtyard and stretch out your back, shaking your feet from the wetness of the melting snow. You pick up the geta and switch out your soaked sneakers, leaving those in the exact place you took them from. Being exact, that much you’re capable of at the very least. You turn towards the main door— only to startle back at the narrowed gaze pointed at you. Suguru crosses his arms over his chest and hops down from the ledge, before he raises a brow. “What are you doing?”

You only tut your lips, a bit frustrated at being caught, but not willing to let it show. “Running.”

“Yes, I can see that,” your big brother softly chuckles, pulling his hands from his pockets as he walks towards you with lingering steps. “My question is; why?”

He stops a few feet away from you, but even from a distance he seems to tower over you, always has- probably always will. It’s one of those things that you struck out on, you guess, being the shorter sibling, the slower, less talented sibling. He’s always been the perfect size to hold you to him and make you fit in his hands. You wish you could despise him for it. But Suguru nii isn’t like that, he’s never been unfair to you. Even though you are—

When you don’t answer, he takes another few steps closer, nudging your face his way and leaning to meet your eyes. “Baby sister? I can’t hear you.” The teasing drag of his words only tightens the knot between your brows. You push the fingers gripping your chin away with a huff and walk around him, tapping your toes onto the floor a few times as you get onto the terras, not bothering to look back at him. If you were to tell him the real reason, he’d end up pitying you. Gleefully, wholeheartedly, he’d tell you no- because Suguru nii doesn’t think of you as anything bad, and you can’t help but disagree.

“If you’re gonna cry, at least do it in my room! What if mom and dad see you,” he calls after you, something that has your pout jutting right back out as you turn on your heel. Niichan looks like a drop of ink on spotless paper in this landscape, black hair and yukata almost blending together to create one perfect form, full and proud. You kick off the wooden shoe and chuck it straight at his head, watching as it stops a few inches away from his shoulder and falls to the ground, stopped in it’s tracks. Stupid curses.

“I’m not crying, Suguru!”

“You look like you’re about to, to me,” he chimes back, picking up the geta and chucking it right back for you to put on, wet this time. He gives you a little up and down, staring at you with full attention through those long, thick lashes, before his mouth corners drop slightly. “Really though. Why have you been out for almost an hour now, y’know I worry.”

He does. You might bicker and toss out snide comments, even fight from time to time, but you know he worries. He cares, always has. It’s a miracle and a half he hasn’t given up on you yet, really. “‘M hmea,” you whisper, looking away from your big brother, still standing in the middle of the courtyard like a beacon, a blaring warning sign against the landscape. He raises a brow, and places his hand behind his ear, slipping back into the grin. “I’m weak.” But he gives a lost ‘huh?’ again, making you pipe up, clenching your fists at your sides. “God, I said I’m weak, niichan! You’re so annoying!” Your snappy tone echoes in the quiet of the mountain, seeming to carry much too far.

And to his credit, he has the decency to look at least a little sheepish at pushing you when you shrug your sweater over your head, staying only in a flimsy top as you let the cold pick at your glowing skin. You toss the thing inside the hall with a sigh, glancing inside the house for a few seconds when it stays entirely quiet up here, so unlike home. “Where are they, anyway?”

You don’t bother to even acknowledge him this time as you push open the door further, wanting to curl up and hide in your room. He’ll probably use this as a way to blackmail you later on. Maybe make you run a lap so that Satoru senpai can make fun of you too- and how stupid and weak you are. “They left for the day, it’ll be just you and me until tomorrow.” He hops up onto the wooden platform himself, and patiently waits for you to get out of the hallway before he follows behind into the house. “Should be fun, right?”

Though the softness in his tone is definitely present, you can’t help yourself from clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, moving quickly to the simple room you’ve been spending the last two weeks in. “Yeah, totally.” It doesn’t feel like home, not by a long shot, but it’s become close enough a place to relax as you’ll find this far into the mountains. Mom and dad needed a “getaway” for the family, something along those lines. They really just didn’t want to deal with the pressure of Suguru’s growing popularity and demand in the Jujutsu scene with a second kid failing so miserably, you’re sure.

You hear him sigh as you trek away from the main room so suddenly, the familiar urge to hide from the world creeping back up. The golden boy of the Geto family. You know you’re being unfair to him, and that for all his flaws, Suguru is about as good to you as big brothers come. It’s just fact that he is stronger. If you had been born the stronger of the two, you probably would carry it less gracefully. He never looks down on you. You are his blood and he is yours, now until forever - it’s something you always admired him for.

When you were smaller and he’d place you on his back, carry you through the dark hallways while talking to you so helpfully. “Keep 'em shut,” he’d laugh any time you dared open a squeezed eye, only to cower back into his shoulders. “Almost there.” Suguru nii had every reason to be afraid— more reason to be, since he could see the things you were actually afraid of. He had to face them for you. And then he’d cling to your hand and lead you out of the house, out of the heat, into the night with his smile a little too genuine.

Looking up with big, teary eyes at the way the moon lit up his face and made him seem wholly different than you. Maybe that’s where your infatuation started, or maybe that’s just the excuse you give yourself these days. Your appreciation of him used to be wholesome. It used to be good and pure and straightforward. It used to be right. You’re not sure when that changed for you, when you started seeing niichan as something to possess. No. He has his curses and you have yours, and surely, surely- there’s a reason as to why you wake up in a cold sweat every night, dreaming of your big brother.

Your begged your parents to let you stay behind, drop you with aunts or uncles or anyone else. Just don’t keep you locked up in a coop with your big brother, please. You think Suguru would’ve probably winced if he’d heard how hard you begged, but he’ll never understand what it’s like. To be overcome with-

You pull your blanket further over you as the door is slid open, his somewhat lanky form slipping into the room to kneel at your bed. There’s a deep breath, before his warm palm lands on your head and he brushes an encouraging thumb along your temple. “Didn’t mean to actually make you upset. You okay?” The ruffling of his yukata is soft and awfully distracting, smooth fabric dragging along your neck and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. “Don’t be mad at me,” he whispers as he leans down, ever so soft.

Only when it comes to you he is able to leave the posturing behind and crack open at the edges, and you’re not nearly good enough to resist it when it’s offered so gently. Not that it doesn’t kill you inside. The tears that well up in the silence between you two are something made of both regret and frustration, and you sniffle into the blanket the longer it lasts. Bringing up a knuckle to swipe the fat tears away from your face, you struggle back as he scoots down and gets under the blankets with you, now no longer hesitating to pull you close.

“‘M not mad at you,” you try to squeak, you try to push at his shoulder, but he just catches your hand and folds it back between your two bodies. He cuddles up to you as close as you’ll let him with your objections, and noses at your temple as you’re forced to make peace with the comforting smell of caramel and spices that takes up your space. “Go away, oniichan,” you beg again, but the way your hands are wrung into his clothing proves it. You’re-

“You’re weak.” His eyes find yours when you look up in surprise, cheeks swiped with wetness and lips cracked open. “Is that what you’re so worried about, little sis?” A little breath washes over your cheeks when he laughs, enjoying your expression a little longer. “That’s just fine, isn’t it? That’s why I was made to be strong after all. I’m meant to protect you.” Your little, pink tongue peeks out to wet your lips against your lack of words, and his eyes follow the motion, before he swallows. “Big brothers are meant to take care of their little sisters, aren’t they? Definitely when your sister is weak.”

“You have no clue what you’re talking about, niisan,” you whisper back, letting goosebumps overtake your arms and legs. Even the slightest brush of the soft fabric sends you spiralling deeper into your own little hell, gross thoughts now again banging at your conscience. It’d be so easy to ask it of him right now— demand it for hurting you, for the long term damage he might cause. Your nipples pebble the longer the cold air slips between your two bodies, his hand no longer soothing over your side. “You shouldn’t promise things you can’t give.”

Suguru’s eyebrows pull together at that, pinching in a single line that pulls crooked, the slightest reminder that even perfection has it’s temporary flaws. “I’m not, I mean it.”

“I don’t think you want to help me, Suguru nii,” you end up whispering, looking from his eyes to his neck, hearing the birds outside and your heart bang in your throat. There you go again, thinking something you shouldn’t. “I’m not just weaker than you physically. If that was the case I could forgive it.” It aches not to drag your lips along the soft stretch of exposed skin under his chin, leave your sign there. He is yours and you are his— by blood, but it doesn’t seem like it. Not when your thoughts thump like this. “‘M weak because I want something.”

It’s unfair. You know he’ll ask, anyone would, and you know you’ll bite the bait gladly. But you’re only one person, and this seems too good to be true. “What?” Suguru asks, while your hands cling a little harder to him. There’s a strange intensity in his eyes, a focus as he watches you roll closer, bury your nose against the thumping vein of his throat and place your lips there, softly at first.

“This,” you mouth along it, shifting so that his thigh is slotted in between yours, and though he doesn’t move and you don’t dare push your luck, even the slightest bit of friction makes you clench, panties wet. It’s a curse for sure, how easily you’ve come to think of your body as his. As an extension of him, always longing and begging. You kiss harder when he takes a sharp breath, following him when he pulls back and grabs for your shoulder. You whine when his skin leaves the vicinity of your mouth, shaking your head. “No, niichan, stay.”

He lingers— for your sake or his you’re not sure, but it’s a second before he loses the grip on your shoulder and you climb onto him to push your crotch to his. “Holy fuck,” he mumbles, staring up at you like you’re a foreign thing now. You might as well be, you’ve tried so long to keep it in that right now it feels like a stranger. A stranger that tugs little hands from niichan’s collar and shoves it open to drop a greedy mouth down his muscular pecs and under them, sucking and biting. You mewl happily when you rock yourself on him and you feel the hardness between you two, cock swelling with blood even if he doesn’t mean to.

Your clothed cunt slicks and begs as you rut yourself on him for a few seconds, breathing so heavy, before Suguru manages to find his voice and cracks out a plea. “Are you insane?” Probably.

“Want you so bad, niichan,” you moan, digging your nails into his sides and rocking yourself enough to shake loose the rest of his clothing and give you more access to him. The hardening, growing length is twitching by the time you slide off onto his thighs to start pulling his boxers down, letting your mouth drop open with a needy tongue, greedy for him. You wonder if he sees you as a curse right now, not lingering on it long enough to care before you lave your tongue along your big brother’s cock. “‘S your fault, niichan,” you mumble to him, and he bristles.

“You did this to me,” you cry.

His eyes find yours under your lashes, thick and watery and your drool slipping along the glossy head of his cock as you let it into your mouth before popping it back out, licking along the ridge. Suguru is painfully quiet as he grips your hips to steady you onto your knees, but you don’t care. It hurts. You can’t be bothered with any more foreplay before you pull your shorts and underwear to the side and get positioned above his thick cock, twitching impatiently for your touch.

You let the head brush up against your soft, wet cunny, before you push down and feel it slide deeper inch by inch. And Suguru nii, he just hangs onto you and lets you do what you need to do, as if he knows that you’re hurting without him inside. “Ah, niichan,” you throw your head back as you sink down until he bottoms out, smelling like sex and freshly washed linen, something that smelt so pure just seconds ago. “Niichan, w-need -ah- you,” you sniffle, leaning down for his face and kissing him, letting your tongue meet his when he finally starts kissing you back.

And you hurt, because it isn’t fair. That he got everything, and gave you the bad end of the deal. Made you so weak, to start with. “‘S your fault, niichan,” you mumble against his mouth again, banning the imagines from your head. “Don’t you remember?”

‘Shh, stay still,’ he giggled back then, hiding out of the house under the light from the moon. Perfect. The golden boy, and you, his shadow. ‘I’m just going to give some of my curse to you! That way we’ll be together forever.’ Hiding under the bridge and brushing your tears away.

‘You won’t hurt me, right, niichan?’ He’ll give you your own cursed technique. Give you part of his.

‘Never. If anyone can do it, it’s me, right?’ He’ll fix you. He’ll fix you. He’ll fix you. ‘Because I am strong and you’re weak.’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’

And as you cry around him now, spearing yourself onto your big brother with shaky thighs and slick gushing down his cock, you’re still weak. You tremble and shake each time his cockhead bumps your cervix, moaning out his name and feeling him bucking back into you. The lewd squelches that fill the empty house and the heavy hit of your ass hitting his thighs, his hands pulling your hips further onto him. What a liar in the end. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice cracking.

“I love you, niichan. Never leave me.”

[ovurtime]

Nanami fuckers, if u feel unmotivated to clean ur house, just buy yourself a blue button up. You’ll feel like his pretty stay at home partner <3

[introloves]

tojis the kinda crazy to actively seek you out when you’re committed,, finds a nasty sort of thrill sending a, “she’s busy.” text, followed by a video of him drilling into you from behind- there’s just something about seeing your phone immediately light up with a call from them. tips his head back and laughs while you’re whimpering, stuttering out a-

“w-who’s calling?”

before leaning back down over you, kissing you like he loves you so much- flipping your phone over and wrapping an arm around your throat to keep you bowed against his pistoning hips.

“nobody, princess.”

[kunigamiis]

Fairyyy! Congrats on the milestone!! Uhmm idk if you are okay with multiple characters or crossovers but Aomine and Sukuna have the same VA, if not either of the two would be okay, whoever strikes your fancy and #29? It can also be dc. Thank you and congratulations again! 💕💕💕

I wasn't one hundred on what kind of crossover you meant but this is what my brain came up with, so I hope you like it. And thank you so much :(( ♡

contains aomine n sukuna

tw dubcon/noncon, hairpulling, daddy kink, voyeurism (?)

He’s been ravenous all evening. And basically ruined the entire reunion for you, fingering you under the table, rubbing himself against you like an untrained animal. His face is between your tits, dragging his tongue down the free stretch of skin where your dress dips, your one leg hooked around his waist. “Daiki, slow down,” you whine softly, tugging his hair a little to make him groan against you. “We gotta go back out there in a second.” He knows, must know— he’s just choosing not to care.

“M’ not done yet,” he grunts back, grabbing the collar of your dress.

“You’ll rip it, Dai,” you whine again, choking on a whine when he rolls his hard cock straight to your panty clad pussy, rough and uncaring. Your panties are wet, sticking to your bottom lips uncomfortably, your clit tingly and needy. His lips travel lower, sucking hard at the underside of your breasts. For a second, his shoulders go square and tense.

“Ugh, get this—” He frowns hard and pulls his face from your skin, before he just grips tighter and yanks way too hard at your clothing, ripping it wide open inches lower than it was. “—out of the fucking way.” Your tits are completely out as he smirks and pinches one nipple, and you struggle to push him away from you despite wanting more.

“Are you crazy?” you hiss back, sadly looking at your mangled dress. But your boyfriend only grins wider, eyes sharp, before he turns you around and bends you over the sink. His heavy hand coming onto your head and pushing your face way too close to the mirror, he does the same with the back of your dress, ripping it up to your ass. Aomine runs a finger down over your panties to the wet patch there, then grabs your hair tight to make you look at him through the mirror.

"What? It looks good, baby. How else would they know you belonged to me?" He slides your panties down until they drop to the floor too, then spits onto his hand and pushes it between your legs to rub lazy circles there. It feels good, really good, and warm; slicking onto his hand and pushing back into him.

“Fuck, daddy, please,” your voice comes out before you can really think about it, just wanting his fat cock inside from the way he rubs the bulge against your thigh. “Dai, please, pl-ahg- please.” HE’S ruining you, quite frankly, his fingers working way too good against you to be sane. You shiver when another brush makes your knees buckle, moaning out loud. It’s so warm, so soft, sloppy between your legs. Drooling all over his hand and enjoying it too, your head thrown back and throat tingling with marks.

“Got something to show you,” he roughly breathes into your shoulder, biting down on your skin and making you buck against his hand again, yanking harder again. Your face is wet with spit and tears, sweat beading down your temple and mouth hanging open with swollen lips, but that’s nothing compared to the evil grin Daiki has when he grinds his palm back to your pussy again, and sure enough— wet, warm, sloppy. Too soft. The thing sticking out of his palm swirls around your clit, before sucking sharply and making you tremble against him.

‘Mhmm’ it sounds from between your legs, your eyes fluttering closed when it nibbles at you and sucks and rubs you so close to a high. But this isn’t right.

“What- I,” you stare at him through the mirror when he finally lets your face drop forward again, to shove his hand into his pants and palm himself, pulling the pants out of his way. “Daiki?”

“Look.” You are. Nothing prepares you for your boyfriend pulling out not one, but two tattooed cocks as his pants drop down his thick thighs, both looking heavy and swollen and needy, drooling with so much pre it makes your face hot. “You're gonna take us nice and good right? Be a good pet?” The top cock twitches as he grips the bottom one, staring at your expression through the mirror.

And as he lines himself up you blink for only a moment, before tattoos show up onto his entire body and you’re shoved back down, face pressed to the cold porcelain. You bite back a whine as you blink through your tears, only to go limp entirely when the sharp eyes of your boyfriend meet yours again.

No- not your boyfriend anymore. “Surprise,” he grins, hand clamped around your neck and nails digging into your skin too hard. You struggle against him, but there’s no going anywhere with his fingers wrapped so tight around your thigh you know it’ll bruise. “We both agreed it was my turn.”

You can’t even struggle against him as he rubs his thick cock up and down your slit, before pushing in mercilessly, filling you up to the brim as his other cock drools onto your back. Your body is lifted from your toes as he thrusts into you more and bumps your cervix, before he chuckles as you cry out way too loud, teary and shaking. “Got some more room in this tiny pussy, princess? Or will I have to make some?”

[hopeworth]

girl help jjk hasn’t been good since chapter 246 gege is just throwing characters at sukuna it’s so repetitive the hype has died the climax of the story has passed he isn’t cooking he’s burning the food

[berrygoji]

i'm just saying if asagiri left the bsd fandom on edge for almost a year, wondering if chuuya was alive or not after ch. 101, maybe gege could pull the same with gojo

[abbacchiosbelt]

SIMP for Gojo please 🥺

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

It was inevitable, really, that Gojo would gravitate towards unhealthy relationships. It didn’t help that he had to kill the only other person who understood him. His whole life was marked by a deep loneliness that he could do nothing to combat - how could he, when he had to be the strongest? Gojo had learned to keep everyone at an arm’s length. To let someone in was to be vulnerable, and no one could pay the price that it would cost for him to do so. 

It was inevitable, too, that Gojo would start to wonder what it’d be like to have a partner. Someone to care for, to stash away and keep safe. His thoughts are unhealthy from the beginning - he would need them all to himself. Gojo keeps his dreams to himself, he meets his soon-to-be darling. By the time he’s taking them, he’s already justified to himself a million times over why he has to do things his own way.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Gojo’s ideals are lofty to compensate for his reality. Oh, how he would love to have a cute house spouse. Someone that would have a meal on the table when he arrives home, even when his hours are erratic. Someone who bounces his quips right back at him to keep him on his toes. Someone to hold him together when he can’t bare to face himself. And maybe, just maybe, the sound of his child’s feet pitter-pattering across the floor when he comes home, beloved family pet in tow.

But in reality… It’s enough that he stays alive. It’s enough to lay next to his darling and see them breathing, safe from the outside world. Gojo wants to give them everything they deserve on a platter, but he can’t.

So for now, it’s just enough for him to stay alive and take care of them.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes and no - he’s just as loud and exuberant with everyone else as he is with his darling. Gojo isn’t afraid to make a scene and draw all the attention to himself, and sometimes he’ll rope his darling into it as well. (Though that only lasts as long as he lets his darling out in public, which isn’t long.)

In private, Gojo’s darling gets to see every ugly side of him that he hides in the deepest parts of his heart. His neediness, his rage, his need for control, his self-consciousness, the unending miasma of emotions that being ‘in love’ makes him feel… Yes, no one will ever see this side of Gojo but them.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quite patient, actually. Gojo is aware that he’s a lot. He knows that how he treats them is unfair - locked up like a bird in a gilded cage, and treated like they might break at any second. He can’t risk their safety, though. So when they scream and cry, or thrash in his arms, or spit vitriol at him, he simply ignores it. It’s almost worse that he doesn’t acknowledge it at all. If only they knew what horrors he’s seen in his life, Gojo thinks. Compared to that, their tantrums are nothing. Maybe one day he’ll tell them so they realize how grateful they should be that he chose them. In the meantime, he’ll keep being patient.

[death-painted]

choso giving megumi the older brother “I’ll kill you if you break his heart” speech when he find out he’s dating yuuji

[star-centric]

Did they have to say slice tho?? 😭😭