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when im trying to finish my makeup for the frat party frat!kuna invited me to, but plug!choso rolls up in his 2004 toyota tacoma, nerd!gojo is sniffing my panties next door, emo!geto is inviting me to his band gig, and bsf!shoko is telling me to hurry up because athlete!toji is waiting for me at the function
daddy tenya is so proud of you
“keep breathing sweetheart, in through your nose and out your mouth-just like we practiced.” tenya’s directing your every move, fat cock perfectly nuzzling between puffy pussy lips and hitching against the edge of your achy hole. he sinks into it; allowing the wetness to cushion his cock dipping inside of your walls, ripping you apart.
the stretch is devastating and you feel him everywhere. like oil mixed with water, your cunt attempts to deject him, walls clenching and pushing him out as if they were scorned by his molten tip. you hiss, feeling him bullying his inches through your entrance and carving out your tight pussy.
this isn’t the first time you’ve fucked like this—raw and primal, yet his girth always tests the elasticity of your cunt, each time feeling like a virgin getting her pretty cherry popped.
he couldn’t help it. the gentle giant packing a giant cock painted with the thickest veins you’ve ever seen. a curve winding slightly towards the left resting at the perfect angle to fuck you deep, girth wide enough to knock the wind out of you every time without fail.
and oh did tenya try, orgasm after orgasm stretching you wide, two fingers becoming three as they stretched you past your limits, leaving your hole gaping and eager. he should have known, no— should have realized no amount of prep could prepare your small cunt for the heaviness between his legs.
age gap in fiction is great but the second I see a 50 yr old talking to a 19-20 yr old he or she or they has to die
like yes I do love the idea of creepy perverted 50 yr old Sukuna and 20+ yr old college sophomore/junior/senior reader that he pays all their tuition and likes taking them out to dates while touching up on his hard on under the table as he listens to them gush about their degree and stuff, but in real life??? need that nigga to die !!!
"..just calling to say goodnight" trend with ex husband!toji nsfw. petnames, afab!reader.
The phone didn't ring for long; not before a gruff "Yeah." was heard from the other side, along with some rustling. You muted to contain your laughter. It's been almost a year now since you called him just because. Toji sighed, "Hello? Don't start your bullshit again, doll."
And there's the notorious pet name that he absolutely refuses to drop. Unmuting yourself, you replied. "Hi, Toji. Yeah um-" you muted again, a giggle slipping through. "Yeah I just wanted to call."
Toji went silent for a moment. "Yeah? For what?" Toji hesitated, "If it's about megs, I did not send him to school with medicine in his backpack - swear."
You clicked your tongue. "What? What the hell are you talking about? I was just calling to say goodnight." He responded with more rustling, which sounded as if he were readjusting himself in bed. "To say goodnight." He repeated in a monotone voice skeptically. "You called me outta nowhere just to say goodnight?" This is where you initially were gonna end the video and hang up, but he continued.
"Listen baby, y'know if you miss me I'm always here." He said in a low tone. "Don't gotta make somethin' up just to hear my voice doll. I damn sure missed hearing yours." You heard a faint grunt. "Cmon, talk to me mama."
just a kind reminder that i am BLACK. so i will always imagine my fem!reader as BLACK.
mwahh 💋
…No bars💋
emo!boyfriend choso, black! hyperfemme reader and his friends go shopping!
contains: FLUFF! mentions of sex, choso is very very clingy, both reader and choso are lowkey freaked out, slightest angst but it gets resolved. overall very cutesy <3
you were currently in one of your favourite boutiques, looking at all the collections that had been released since you were last there.
you gasped softly and held up a two piece matching set to your boyfriend, “isn’t this so cute?!
“mhm, looks pretty princess.”
between you and your boyfriend, the contrast was apparent. his pale face and silver piercings contrasted with the warmly painted walls and lights of the cozy store. paired with those dark, almost black eyes he had, he almost looked supernatural.
his tall, muscly frame was dressed in a black, graphic polo tee paired with black jeans and one of his many studded belts. his sleeve on his right arm was exposed, but the ones on his chest were kept away. only you had the privilege of seeing those.
you held it down and frowned, “you’ve said that for everything i’ve shown you so far, cho cho.”
“because everything here will look good on you.”
“but i can only choose a few pieces so i need you to help me narrow it down.” you sighed.
“you don’t have to choose, get whatever you want.” choso said.
“yeah but you’re paying. it might be too much”
choso narrowed his eyes at you, “when have you ever been too much? hm?”
you smiled shyly and looked away from him, “never…”
you’d always try to be modest about it, but the truth of the matter was that choso spoiled you rotten. he spent more money on you than he did on himself. he believed that was the way it should be, that his princess deserved the absolute best.
and who were you to not accept that when it worked out so well for you?
“exactly.” he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a quick kiss. “what else do you like in here?”
“you can choose something if you want.” you offered.
choso’s eyes drifted to the pink and white striped thigh highs that caught his attention earlier. he shyly went over to get them and put them in your basket.
you looked at the thigh highs then looked back st him, batting your pretty brown eyes with a small smile on your face.
“i had a feeling you would like those. perv.”
his face went pink and he looked away, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
you picked up some pink thigh garters and dangled them in choso’s face, teasingly. “you think i should get these too?”
he immediately nodded and you chuckled and put it in your basket.
choso never told you explicitly about his fetish preference for your thighs, he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. but you always saw how his eyes would linger on your thighs for a little too long when you were sitting. and there was just something about you wearing the thigh high and miniskirt combo that would make him go feral.
sex was when he was most shameless about it, however, he’d have you strip everything but your thigh/knee highs. or even worse, when he’d take them off but edge you by fucking his cock between them—
“i can help you look in that section over there, if you want…”
you saw his eyes look over to the lingerie section. you smiled and shook your head. his eyes pleaded with you to say otherwise, but you stood firm.
“i can do that myself. go and meet your friends and i’ll meet you when i’m ready to pay.” you told him.
he groaned, “no…”
“they were the ones that invited you out, you can’t ditch them cho cho. why don’t you go and check out that record store you like?” you suggested, “see if they have any albums you’ve been meaning to collect.”
“we can do that together though.” he pulled your back against his chest and started giving you kisses.
“i’m gonna take a while. i’m gonna look at more stuff and see how it fits.”
“exactly. i can help you change clothes.”
your face fell and you looked up at your boyfriend who had a small smirk on his face. you sucked your teeth before hitting him against his chest,
“go and meet your friends.”
“fine. but you’re gonna give me a haul of everything okay?”
“i always do.” you went up on your tippy toes and he leaned down, kissing you gently.
“alright. don’t take too long.”
“have fun!” you blew a kiss, “tell them i say hi!”
choso caught the kiss and waved before walking away. you hummed and continued to shop around, looking at the lingerie section.
once he was gone, everyone in the store looked at you in awe, shock but most importantly support.
“girl, that man is in love with you.” a girl said in awe and everyone in the store responded in agreement.
you smiled shyly and continued looking around the store.
for awhile, choso browsed the record store for any albums he was interested in. he browsed all his favourite sections: emo, rock, metal etc. he grabbed the albums Riot!, 21st Century Breakdown and Selfish Machines.
as he was browsing, he saw two vinyl albums hidden at the back. he pulled them out and was initially confused, due to their music genre not belonging to the section he was in. however, he knew that you would definitely enjoy the albums and put it in his basket.
after feeling satisfied with his selection, he paid and went to meet his friends who had been at the local skate shop with sukuna because he was getting a new board.
the outdoor mall got cooler as the sun was beginning to set. teenagers and college kids alike walked in their groups chatting amongst themselves, with the odd lone person walking with bags in hand. choso appreciated seeing everyone around him enjoying themselves in their own ways.
choso got to the skate shop and saw his friends standing outside.
“yo, lemme see.” sukuna showed his new board and choso whistled in approval, “that’s fire.”
“thanks. we’re done now so we’re gonna hit up the skate park. you coming?” the pink haired man asked.
“nah, y/n’s gonna give a try on haul after this.”
satoru’s mouth fell, “do you hear yourself?”
“leave him, satoru.” suguru smiled lazily.
“cool board.”
the four of them looked over and saw four girls. they were all dressed in variants of an alternative style, lathered in fishnets, jewellery, dark makeup, styled and dyed hair and chunky boots. satoru whistled to himself and eyed each of them up and down.
“you think so?” sukuna asked, “you guys skate?”
“nah, we’re more spectators.” one of the girls said, “what are your names?”
sukuna, suguru and satoru named themselves and the girls said their names in return: sakura, julia, naomi and violet.
“so, what do you guys do when you’re not skating?” sakura asked.
“we’re a band.” sukuna told them.
there was a silence. the girls looked between them and began to smile and laugh. they muttered things amongst themselves then shifted their attention back.
“what’s the band name?” violet asked.
“jujutsu sorcerers.” suguru answered.
“dope. y’all any good?” julia asked.
“hell yeah.” satoru responded, “i’m on guitar.”
“for real?” sakura smiled, “i thought you’d say drums.”
“nah, that’s all me. this fucker could never.” sukuna smirked and satoru scoffed, “fuck you dude.”
naomi pointed at suguru, “you play bass?”
“how’d you know?”
“you have that vibe.” she nodded.
in all fairness, he did. he was the most calm and collected one, while holding down the forte as the band leader. plus his appearance screamed bassist, from his dark grey wardrobe to his long, luscious black hair.
sakura looked at the tall, pale, pigtail haired man. “you haven’t said your name.”
choso remained quiet, going to between staring at his phone and staring at the sky. when he still hadn’t responded to sakura, satoru hit him on the shoulder to get his attention.
choso looked at satoru in confusion, not having noticed the girls, “what?”
“y’all forgive my friend, he’s a little slow.” he said and they chuckled. he looked at choso then the girls, “your name.”
“you do have one right?” sakura tilted her head. choso looked at her blankly then shrugged, “i guess.”
“you wanna tell us what it is?”
he hummed dryly then got out his phone, texting you to see what you were doing now. “nah, not really.”
suguru and sukuna squeezed their eyes shut with a sigh. satoru was glaring so hard at him it was enough to burn holes in the side of his temple.
“is he in the band too?”
“unfortunately. he’s guitarist and lead singer.” satoru answered, since choso was completely detached from this conversation.
“i’m going bathroom.” choso announced before swiftly leaving.
as he left, sakura watched him walk away and decided she was curious.
“he doesn’t talk much does he?” she noted.
“not to strangers.” sukuna clarified and she nodded, “so what if i make myself familiar with him? what’ll happen then?”
“what? you like him?” suguru asked.
“yeah. he’s hot. real nonchalant though.”
satoru scoffed, “don’t even bother, you’re wasting your time with him.”
“so, when’s the next show?” julia asked.
“at the end of the month.” sukuna answered.
“really?” julia bit her lip softly, “give us a date, we’ll be there.
“oh yeah?” satoru looked her up and down, a small glint in his eyes. the girls nodded and returned the same glint to each of the boys.
a small smile formed on sakura’s face as she asked, “how long do you think it’ll take for him to crack?”
“who?”
“your friend.” she answered, “i’m interested.”
sukuna sighed and scratched the back of his undercut. “yeah, sorry but he’s not interested. he’s got a girlfriend.”
“he does? she prettier than me?”
the boys all looked between each other awkwardly. they already knew the answer to that question, but didn’t know whether it should be said out loud. knowing choso, he could come in at any second and beat their asses.
“honestly?” satoru said then shook his head, giving fake assurance. “you guys aren’t even in the same league.”
“you think so?” a smile grew on her face.
“yeah. y/n’s way hotter than you.”
as if you knew they were talking about you, in you came. the guys and girls heard the clacking of heels and turned to see you walking over. your hips swayed in your pretty pink two piece set, matching your big pink puffs that bounced around with every small movement your head made.
you gasped excitedly, “kuna! you got your new board.” you walked closer and marvelled at the design, “i love it!”
sukuna stiffened for a second, still not used to the nickname coming from you, “thanks.”
you noticed the unfamiliar girls and warmly waved at them with a smile, “hi! are you friends of theirs?”
“just met actually.”
“oh okay. i’m y/n, nice to meet you.” you smiled, not realising what you just walked in on.
the girls furrowed their brows in confusion and really looked at you. sakura’s mouth parted, “you’re—”
“princess.” as soon as choso saw you he pulled you into his chest and kissed you softly on the lips. you were pleasantly shocked at first but melted into kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
choso started kissing on your neck, muttering about how he missed you.
“it was less than an hour choso.” you tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp but he refused to let you go.
you looked down at the CD bag in his hand, “what did you get?”
“a couple records and…” he got two records out of his bag.
you gasped once you saw the B’day & A Seat At The Table records in his hands. you screamed in delight and jumped into his chest, wrapping your legs around him.
“they had both of them?!”
“yeah, they were tucked away in the rock section. pretty sure someone hid them there on purpose but.” he shrugged playfully, “sucks for them i guess. come on, let’s get your clothes princess.”
you looked at the vinyl records, looked at the boutique up ahead then looked at him with the giddiest smile ever, never being so certain about something.
“i am giving you the sloppiest head ever tonight.”
choso’s face went pink, “princess, you really don’t have to.”
“but i want to.” there was a bright, horny sparkle in your eye. you hummed then rested your head against his heartbeat with a smile, “and i will. i’m already wet thinking about it.”
choso’s blush grew deeper. he looked at his friends with an embarrassed smile and locked eyes with sakura, whose face was seemingly mad or disappointed.
“what?”
satoru pointed at sakura, “she was interested in you.”
“who’s that?” he furrowed his brows, then decided a second later he didn’t care. he picked you up off his chest and held you in his arms bridal style before walking back to the boutique.
sakura shrugged, trying to appear unbothered.“they’ll break up eventually.”
“yeah they’re definitely getting married.” suguru said bluntly.
“ugh whatever.” sakura was the first to walk away and her friends followed. sukuna waved them goodbye with and satoru decided to do some promotion.
“JUJUTSU SORCERERS. WE PERFORM ON THE LAST FRIDAY OF THE MONTH. TELL YOUR FRIENDS!”
suguru sighed then checked his phone to see any messages.
“toji said they’re all there.” he groaned and laughed lightly before reading the second part of his message.
“tell choso to bring the fine ass pink girl and tell the fine ass pink girl to bring her fine ass friends.”
“man, why toji always gotta be so thirsty.” sukuna sighed. “what friends is he even talking about?”
satoru chortled, “definitely not utahime.”
a couple minutes later, you and choso returned. choso was holding what appeared to be 4 fully packed shopping bags in one hand, and holding your hand in the other.
“damn. did you buy the whole store?”
“you think? this was me trying not to overspend…” you looked at the bags but smiled anyways, “this isn’t even all of it! cho cho got me manga and the cutest ballerina shoes.”
“lucky girl.” suguru said and you giggled, “i don’t wanna go home yet though, it’s so nice out today.”
“well, we’re about to go to the skate park if you wanna come. feel free to bring your friends too.”
“oh that’s perfect! yuki and maki skate already. lemme text the group chat right now.” you were already typing away, “is kirara there already?”
“i mean hakari’s there so probably.” sukuna said.
“everyone’s said yes.” you read something turned to satoru in confusion, “you owe shoko $70?”
satoru rolled his eyes, “did she say that? i owe her 35.”
“no, she said because you’ve taken so long the price has doubled. and don’t ask her again for a discount, you’re blocked until you pay her.” you put your phone back in your bag.
sukuna, choso and suguru snickered. satoru huffed loudly and bit down on his chain in frustration.
“also, who were those girls earlier?” you asked in confusion.
“oh. no idea.” suguru told you, “they just started talking to us.”
“and one of them liked cho cho?”
“yeah.”
she looked all all his past exes, so you understood why she thought she had a chance.
sometimes, you felt like an anomaly in your relationship. when looking at all his past relationships, not a single girl looked like you. they all had different styles, tastes, appearances to you, but they all matched to him. it made you feel insecure in the beginning because you didn’t know if you were what he really wanted.
choso pulled you in for a hug and looked down at you, “what are you thinking?”
“they’ve all looked like her. they’ve all had that style, that hair, that same music taste, big ass and and tits and i don’t.” you ranted, “and you had sex with all of them you whore.”
he narrowed his eyes at you and held you tight, “so what are you trying to say?”
“i’m not special.” you said, “you’re my first time, my first actual boyfriend, first love, but i’m not your first anything.”
the mood shifted. you couldn’t help but feel vulnerable with your insecurities being out in the open to him. after so long, you thought you were finally over it. but all it took was one girl and those thoughts came rushing back.
it was true. you weren’t the first girl choso dated or slept with. his exes were different to you. but you were the first girl he loved, and that was something he knew from the moment you guys started dating.
thus, he he held your face up by the chin, looking into your eyes as he got rid of your insecurities, reassuring you with 5 simple words.
“doesn’t matter. you’re my forever.”
just like that, everything you were feeling insecure vanished into thin air. you almost forgot about what you were sad about in the first place. the warmth in your chest, the feeling of his hands and the sincere look in his eyes overpowered everything.
“oh.” you smiled shyly then nodded, “okay.”
“yeah?” he kissed you on your forehead held your face in his chest. you looked up at him, eyes holding the same glint that they held earlier when he showed the vinyls.
“i can’t wait until tonight. you’re getting your dick sucked as soon as we get home. we might not end up going out after all.” you teasingly frowned.
“i’m cool with that. gonna show me everything you bought?” he asked and you nodded.
“mhm. and then you’re gonna take it off right after.”
a smirk grew on choso’s face, “of course, princess.”
sukuna sighed at the pure love and affection between the two of you. he’d tried to mind his business this whole day, but even he had his limits to what he could see before jealousy began to consume him.
“yeah, i’ll be in the car.” he walked away from the two of you and satoru and suguru immediately followed.
“god, they make me sick.” satoru shuddered. “like i’ve never seen people so…”
“in love?” suguru finished his sentence.
“it’s more than love it’s…. i don’t even know. but it’s cringe and makes me wanna vomit.” satoru scoffed.
sukuna dryly chuckled, his footsteps echoing his buried jealousy.
“lucky bastard.”
suguru huffed in agreement, “you can say that again.”
“shit’s not fair at all.” satoru looked back and saw you two standing still, holding each other. the sun was catching you guys perfectly. he snapped a photo of you two then sighed.
“losers.”
a/n: i lowkey realised midway through i write my stories like a romance/slice of life anime lmao.
Katsuki Bakugo with an inexperienced girlfriend MDNI, suggestive
Katsuki with an inexperienced girlfriend. He think she’s the sweetest thing ever and he didn’t even think twice on respecting her boundaries and understanding her situation. In fact, he wants to wait a while, maybe until you guys get to your first of dating before he really tries something but sometimes you’re just so unknowingly needy.
You’ve been feeling weird since the afternoon. you don’t know how it started, you were simply watching Katsuki spar with Eijirou and this weird feeling down by your stomach started to develop. You tried to drink some medicine, use a hot compress, even tried distracting yourself with your own work but the feeling only got worse.
Eventually you couldn’t handle it anymore.
It was a little past dinner when you called him.
The phone rings twice before he picks up.
“Hey doll.” Katsuki greets. Hearing his voice has the feeling in your stomach intensify and you couldn’t help but pinch your eyebrows together.
“Suki? Need your help.” You mumbled, turning over in bed.
You hear some shuffling on the other side of the call before he replies, “What’s wrong?”
“… My tummy feels weird.”
“What kinda weird baby?”
You try to explain the weird feeling as best as you can. Like a heat in your tummy that just won’t go away. Katsuki hums over the line as he listens patiently. Taking in every word.
“Mmm… Can you check something f’me doll?”
You nod your head before you realize your boyfriend can’t see you, “Yeah, I can.”
“Check if your panties are wet.” Katsuki mumbled.
“I didn’t pee myself ‘Suki.” You grumbled, cheeks flushing red from the sheer embarrassment of not just the situation but at what Katsuki was implying.
“I know baby, but just check f’me me alright? Bring your hand down and press against your panties and tell me if it’s wet.”
You do as he says and to your surprise, your panties are indeed wet. Overwhelmingly so that when you bring your hand back up there’s a bit of moisture on your fingertips.
“S’wet.” You mumbled into the phone shyly.
Katsuki hums and you can imagine him nodding his head in the way he does whenever he’s deep in thought.
“Wan’ me to come over ‘n fix it for ya?” Katsuki asked, voice low, “I can make that weird feeling go away baby.”
“Yes please.”
PERFECTOOOAHHHH
COGNITIVE DISSONANCE.
❤︎ SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend katsuki gets hit by a quirk, and splits into two versions of himself. this bodes both beautifully and horribly for you.
❤︎ CONTENT: boyfriend!katsuki, pro hero!katsuki, kat is actually lowk an asshole, light choking, making out, lots of petnames (sweetheart, princess, baby), cunnilingus (ew—that word), fingering, technical threesome, squirting … 18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: alternatively, y/n vs both of katsuki’s brain cells. also ty sm to @kamislop for beta reading !
♫ NOW PLAYING: what you want, angéle ft justice
read on ao3 | 3.9k words | masterlist.
“BABY, ‘M HOME!”
“Shut the fuck up—loud as shit, my God.”
“…We have explosions for hands.”
“And I said what I fuckin’ said!”
You hear the familiar jingle of Katsuki’s boots at the front door. Except, there’s double the sound there should be—louder belt clanking, extra foot stomping—and, at first, you think he’s brought back a friend. Probably Eijirō, maybe Izuku. But, as you leave the shared bedroom to the sound of the front door slamming shut, you remember the call you received from his redheaded bestie about an hour ago.
“Okay, I’d like to preface this with everything is fine, Kat is safe and unharmed—well. As unharmed as he can be, but, like—”
“Eijirō, you’re stressing me out.”
“Sorry—sorry! I, uh, just wanted to give you a heads up that he’s coming home early. He got hit with a quirk, and like—again, he’s fine, and Recovery Girl said he’d just have to wait it out, but. Just a heads up.”
Yeah. Vague as hell, and now, you understand why.
Either you’re going insane, or your eye sight is deteriorating with a quickness, or both—because once you reach the entrance to welcome your boyfriend home, you’re seeing double.
What. The fuck.
Yumyumyummmmm magnificent gimme 15 of em
[very strong suicidal themes and strong topics. can not stress enough these warnings, reader is suicidal. v strong self projection... english isn’t my first language.]
the first time you ever had a proper conversation with sukuna ryomen, he saved your life.
that day was supposed to be your last, really. you had everything planned— letters written, belongings labeled with who to give them to, a plan in mind, and no doubt in your heart on what you were going to do.
you had nothing left.
your family would move on. your friends were already so busy, which would help. they would be distracted and they would move on, too. nothing in the world would stop, the world would continue spinning, and you were just so, utterly tired. you didn’t care about ‘being selfish’, all you cared about was just how badly you needed everything to stop.
you were just so tired.
too tired, in fact, to focus on anything as you walked into the roof of a frat party, deciding to enjoy one last party before you could finally rest. the roof was surprisingly empty, and you stood near the edge, leaning on the ledge quietly, eyes down on everyone partying downstairs, laughing and dancing and enjoying their best years.
the view was slowly becoming more blurry, your eyes glossing over with tears, taking a quiet, shaky breath, mourning the happiness you failed to ever achieve.
just then, the roof door slammed open, a loud groan echoing. “fucking choso always giving people the key. hey, you.”
you glanced over, gaze blank, vision cloudy with tears that you forced not to drop, and you paused. you could identify the tan, pink-haired frat president even with your vision blurry— fuck, probably even with your eyes shut.
sukuna ryomen was known.
the usual cliché frat president, really. a heartless asshole who’s great in bed, with a burning hot temper and knuckles that are always bruised with strangers’ faces to match. although, he definitely was prettier than any guy you had ever seen— not that it mattered, really, you never cared enough to focus on pretty guys when your first priority was to survive, but he was easy on the eyes.
for some reason, the 6’4 football player froze as soon as your eyes met. you only blinked blankly, barely able to properly see him, lack of lights on the roof and tears not helping the slightest. you sniffled, praying your voice doesn’t crack as you spoke. “sorry, am i not supposed to be here?”
he was frozen for a few more seconds, then frowned. “you’re in my monday class.”
you blinked, not expecting him to recognize you, before slowly nodding, not trusting your voice to not shake if you spoke again, he stared at you for a while longer, before walking over, leaning on the ledge beside you.
you didn’t care enough to overthink it, really, not enough to even think twice about why the life of the party was on the roof beside you instead of doing a line of shots downstairs. instead, you resumed staring at the party downstairs, trying to enjoy the last few hours—
“i don’t know you that well, but,” sukuna murmured, voice low. you blinked once, thanking the darkness for concealing the tears that finally dropped, keeping your gaze ahead as he sighed. you expected him to say something shallow, irrelevant— the kind of stuff frat boys spew to random girls on rooftops. “give it another try.”
you blinked, mind going blank for a moment. you were quiet for a beat, eyebrows slowly furrowing in confusion, because there was simply no way he was saying what you thought he was. “…what?”
“give it another try.” he grunted, voice low, serious. “one year ago, i was standing on this stupid roof with those exact tired, hopeless eyes and coming up with a plan because i wanted everything to stop. now ‘m fucking thriving.”
you froze, quiet and silent, heart beating too loud that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts anymore. sukuna kept getting blurrier, but you saw his head move to look at you before he sighed loudly. “…i’m not going to do anything, not even stop you. but, i know exactly how you feel, and i’m promising you, it really does get so much fucking better.”
“…bullshit,” you mumbled. your voice was quiet, hissed between gasps that were a pathetic attempt not to cry. he only hummed, quiet.
“i would have answered that way, too.” he muttered, voice quieter. “funny, isn’t it?”
you didn’t answer. you kept staring straight ahead, and sniffled. after a few quiet minutes, you breathed out, trying not to bawl in front of the stranger in your class. “…what stopped you?”
he let out a faint chuckle. it sounded sad.
“…you.” he muttered. you turned to him this time, utterly confused, no longer caring about the tears streaming down your face and how much of a mess you definitely looked. if he was looking at you in disgust, you definitely wouldn’t have noticed through the tears, anyways. his voice remained almost gentle, though. “that was the semester i never forgot to bring a fucking pen with me. everyday i showed up, and no one had an extra one, and i had to go get one from outside the fucking room. then, that day, i showed up, and you had two. you got one for me, a stranger, and i realized that maybe i wasn’t as invisible and meaningless as i felt.”
your breath halted, body freezing, tears flowing even faster. you could feel the neckline if your hoodie soaked with tears from how long you had been crying, but it barely registered in your mind when sukuna was casually mentioning that the reason he stood alive in front of you today was because you brought him a fucking pen. your eyes were wide, lips wobbling as they parted wordlessly, and you could finally make out the faint, sad smile on his lips.
“i just planned to raincheck it, you know. couldn’t let your pens go to waste. but, by the time the semester ended, i felt... better. i remember fucking laughing then, because holy fucking shit, it really does get better.” he stated calmly, reaching over, warm fingers wiping your tears in a way rhat was so nonchalant that it almost made you laugh. “so, trust me, i know how it feels. gets really fucking better.”
“…what if it doesn’t?” you finally manage to choke out. he hummed quietly, taking the time to think, before his fingers dropped away from your face.
“then you will get better,” he spoke, voice serious. “you’ll heal and adapt.”
“i don’t think i have it in me, sukuna.” you whimpered. “i don’t… i’m so tired…”
strong, yet gentle arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a solid chest. he held you so firmly yet so carefully, as if you were going to break if he breathed wrong.
“…let’s try,” he whispered, a hand gently sliding to hold your head gently as you broke, sobbing, the sound muffled by his shirt, which you definitely were ruining. “one more try. just one more, and then ‘ll never bother you anymore. i’ll even give you a pen, just one more semester, okay?”
you sobbed harder. he held you patiently, waiting for your cries to die down, never once loosening his grip, fingers carefully rubbing your back to comfort you. after a few minutes, you finally pulled away, harshly wiping your tears, and he spoke again, voice even quieter. “one semester, and then i’ll let you do whatever you want, i promise. please.”
you rubbed your eyes harder, as if that would remove the pounding headache that refused to leave you, even in your worst moments. “…you don’t have to be involved in this, sukuna.”
“i want to be.” he immediately argued, no hesitation. “least i can do after you saved my life, really.”
“that’s stupid. i just gave you a stupid pen.”
“that stupid pen saved my life,” he repeated, frowning. “please? please.”
you scoffed, the sleeves of your hoodie still covering your palms that you had pressed to your eyes; avoiding looking at him. “…i really don’t want you burdened.”
“you think i would do this if i didn’t want to?” he grunted. “have you heard nothing about me?”
you were quiet for a while, before you finally sighed.
you already had everything written and packed, plan ready, everything prepared. you already survived for twenty years, a few more months weren’t too bad, right? and it wasn’t like you had to force yourself if things became unbearable again, you could always just… do it.
worst case, sukuna would just end up as another letter in your life.
eventually, the curiosity of how sukuna thought he could ever make things better won, and you sighed, sniffling as you dropped your palms off your eyes, looking at him, your eyes exhausted and swollen. “…one semester.”
sukuna ryomen grinned like he won the fucking lottery. “i promise you, you’ll never regret this.”
and years later, as you laid in bed, turning off the alarm set for you to go to a job in a career you finally felt comfortable in, sitting in a room with mirrors you no longer despised even glancing at, with sukuna’s heavy arm wrapped around your waist because your clingy husband refused to let you get out of bed with ease, your lips twitched into a small, tiny smile.
yeah, gets really fucking better.
a/n: this was lowk horrible but using this fic to cope so it doesn’t matter anyways. do u guys like my new dividers I LOVE THEM shoutout to my tumblr crush fr <3
This was actually so perfect and I seriously needed this...
Okay guys. I already let a couple of servers know.
Because of Infold’s decision to cancel Valko, completely disrespecting us players and ignoring actual issues.
I will be giving Infold a few days, a grace period if you will, to reverse their decision.
If they decide not then I will be removing all my audios. From all my sites.
I just want to make it clear I am not punishing everyone that has supported me throughout this journey and my break.
But I cannot and WILL NOT give platform to a company that gives preference to severely parasocial, racist and homophobic people.
I want to thank you all for going on this journey with me. Aside from the horrible shit that has happened I found some truly amazing friends in this community. I truly hope there will be a better solution, and I hope global’s voices and our outrage will be heard this time.
I will let you know again what I decide after any further developments from Infold.
They just cancelled Valko. :(
I'm so disappointed and upset. I couldn't believe they terminated his release.. him coming to Love & Deep Space brought my spark back to the game.
He didn't even get a chance to get released!
And just like that - he's gone. I'm so done with Infold, honestly.
(Screenshot of his dismissal below the cut)
Guys they are cancelling Valko.
PLEASE. Email Infold. Please do something.
This is not fair to those of us that are/were excited for his release!!
#BRINGBACKVALKO
Is what’s going around. Please help!
They just cancelled Valko. :(
I'm so disappointed and upset. I couldn't believe they terminated his release.. him coming to Love & Deep Space brought my spark back to the game.
He didn't even get a chance to get released!
And just like that - he's gone. I'm so done with Infold, honestly.
(Screenshot of his dismissal below the cut)
kara's goo hara for the hello kitty x swarovski collection photoshoot (2011)
Will U Be Mine? 🩷
Pairing: Tech Nerd!Choso x Black Bimbo!Reader
Synopsis: Choso the nerdy IT guy that works in your department who has secretly been obsessing over you and his major crush on your cute ass. You're the cutie at the office who is always brightening up his days with your bright smile and bubbly personality. You both find yourself single on Valentine's Day and alone together after hours in the office. How can you make this V-Day worthwhile? And what about the strange V-Day card that Choso finds under his favorite coffee mug? Surely, you couldn't possibly have left it for him...right?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Office Romance Trope; Coworkers to Lovers; Nerdy!Choso x Popular!Reader; Obsessive!Choso; Secret Crush; After Hours Shenanigans; Clueless!Reader lol; Crush Confession; Requited Crush/Romance; Office Sex; Almost Caught; Mutual Oral; Reader Has Nipple Piercings; Big Dick!Choso lol; Switchy!Choso x Switchy!Reader; Deepthroating; Tongue Piercing; Doggy; Daddy Kink; Creampie; Mutual O; Aftercare; BF!Choso x GF!Reader
Word Count: 8.4k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Y'all know I love writing me some Bimbo!Reader shit lol and I had to write more about my baby Choso. I've got WAY more coming later in the week <3 enjoy!! -Jazz
Credits: Choso fanart in collage done by k4enyu on IG! (Link HERE!) All photos found on Pinterest!
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When Choso first walked into the office and saw the little heart-shaped card sitting underneath his favorite coffee mug in the employee lounge, the one he ALWAYS uses, he thought he was hallucinating.
It was an adorable, pink, heart-shaped card decorated with a sparkly, ruffled bow on the front of it. When he lowered his takeout coffee on the counter, he tentatively slipped the card out from under his mug and opened it to reveal a message written in sparkly pink pen on the white insides of the card:
Will U Be Mine?
This was so fucking perfect I'm obsessed . Love annyyyy black bimbo reader nghh
choso spread my husband omg
I NEEDED THIS
