who would spend that much on coffee jelly?

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frat!sukuna will do anything to impress the shy!girl in his class >< !

frat!sukuna, who’s used to chaos—loud parties, copious amounts of alcohol, and music so loud, it almost makes you goes deaf, has no idea what to do when he finds himself slowly falling for the pretty, nerdy girl at the front of his class, always put together and perfect, you’re so out of his league it’s scary.

frat!sukuna, who tries to talk to you on his way out of class, stumbling over his words for the first time while you stare at him, cocking your head in confusion while the brick wall of a man stutters and rubs the back of his neck like you’re the one making him nervous.

frat!sukuna, who’s tries to make himself less intimidating while he’s around you, leaning over to hear you talk or trying to smile (which is off putting, albeit a little adorable in its own right)—he really doesn’t know what to do, because he’s never had to hold much of a conversation with anyone to have to impress them.

frat!sukuna, who tells his fraternity about you—speaking of you as if you were a mystical goddess, talking about perfect, gorgeous and out of this world you are, to the point that his frat brothers stop thinking you’re real.

“dude, are you sure you didn’t make her up?” toji would say, slinging his arm around sukuna while sukuna mumbled something about you being too good for any of them anyway.

frat!sukuna, who moves to the front of the class to sit closer to you, asking you stupid questions about the class and staring right at you while you explain everything trying to avoid his gaze, your voice hushed and nervous while he tries to commit your voice to memory inside his head.

frat!sukuna, who tries so hard to pay attention during classes now, answering questions because he’s hell bent on trying to impress you—to find common ground, paying close attention to all the little character charms, noting down everything he can, just so he can start stupid conversations with you.

frat!sukuna, who teasingly carries your bag out of class, watching you nervously fiddle with your necklace and the hem of your shirt while he yaps away, talking about how impressive your grades are or how smart you are while you brush off all his compliments and move to your next class, dragging your bag away from him.

frat!sukuna, who begs you to tutor him after he receives a massive F on his biochemistry test—watching you pile your notes before him, your eyes focused and so determined to make sure he gets an A on the next exam. because no student of yours is ever allowed to fail, and that’s when sukuna knew that you meant business.

frat!sukuna, who notices the way you glance at his tattoos ever so often, your eyes scanning them slowly, tempted to reach out but you never do and he notices, but he wants you to ask him to move closer, he wants you to make the first move so he knows he isn’t hallucinating.

frat!sukuna, who shifts closer to you while you’re trying to tutor him, his leg bumping against yours while you look up at him through your lashes—he finds excuses to touch you, brush his hands against yours while trying to pick up a pen, leaning over your shoulder while you try to solve a problem for him, it’s the tiniest things he tries to do to coax you out of your shell. it’s gentle, never pushy, just trying to lure you in so you’d stop being so wary of him, because gods, did he want you to like him.

frat!sukuna, who stalks your profiles on every app he can get his hands on like it’s a religion, and if you post absolutely anything? he’s there, losing his mind like an embarrassing fanboy in the comments, liking every post from years ago because he knows no shame, constantly finding videos of cute animals so he can send them to you, just to caption it “us?” (what a cornball eugh).

frat!sukuna, who has the filthiest dreams about you at night—he tries so hard to shove them out of his head, but staring at your pretty face all day did him no favours, picturing your gorgeous face contorting in pleasure while you’re underneath him, dragging your nails down his back, legs wrapped around his torso, your voice hushed and letting out the prettiest moans has him waking up, his boxers stained with his cum and sheets drenched in sweat.

frat!sukuna, who tries so, so hard to not stare at your lips when you talk to him—you don’t say much, and to have you talk to him is everything to him but he can’t help but wonder what’d be like to have your lips against his, his tongue coaxing your mouth open and moving against yours, only for him to realise he’s been staring for far too long and you’re staring to look away again, your head held low while he could feel a flush creeping up his neck, his face turning pink. fuck, he was falling and he was falling dangerously fast.

guess who’s finally writing a longfic for her 5k and working on kinktober huhu also i’m such a fat chud bro i gotta workout again

art credits :: @/to00fu.

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[lilithkleia]

frat!sukuna will do anything to impress the shy!girl in his class >< !

frat!sukuna, who’s used to chaos—loud parties, copious amounts of alcohol, and music so loud, it almost makes you goes deaf, has no idea what to do when he finds himself slowly falling for the pretty, nerdy girl at the front of his class, always put together and perfect, you’re so out of his league it’s scary.

frat!sukuna, who tries to talk to you on his way out of class, stumbling over his words for the first time while you stare at him, cocking your head in confusion while the brick wall of a man stutters and rubs the back of his neck like you’re the one making him nervous.

frat!sukuna, who’s tries to make himself less intimidating while he’s around you, leaning over to hear you talk or trying to smile (which is off putting, albeit a little adorable in its own right)—he really doesn’t know what to do, because he’s never had to hold much of a conversation with anyone to have to impress them.

frat!sukuna, who tells his fraternity about you—speaking of you as if you were a mystical goddess, talking about perfect, gorgeous and out of this world you are, to the point that his frat brothers stop thinking you’re real.

“dude, are you sure you didn’t make her up?” toji would say, slinging his arm around sukuna while sukuna mumbled something about you being too good for any of them anyway.

frat!sukuna, who moves to the front of the class to sit closer to you, asking you stupid questions about the class and staring right at you while you explain everything trying to avoid his gaze, your voice hushed and nervous while he tries to commit your voice to memory inside his head.

frat!sukuna, who tries so hard to pay attention during classes now, answering questions because he’s hell bent on trying to impress you—to find common ground, paying close attention to all the little character charms, noting down everything he can, just so he can start stupid conversations with you.

frat!sukuna, who teasingly carries your bag out of class, watching you nervously fiddle with your necklace and the hem of your shirt while he yaps away, talking about how impressive your grades are or how smart you are while you brush off all his compliments and move to your next class, dragging your bag away from him.

frat!sukuna, who begs you to tutor him after he receives a massive F on his biochemistry test—watching you pile your notes before him, your eyes focused and so determined to make sure he gets an A on the next exam. because no student of yours is ever allowed to fail, and that’s when sukuna knew that you meant business.

frat!sukuna, who notices the way you glance at his tattoos ever so often, your eyes scanning them slowly, tempted to reach out but you never do and he notices, but he wants you to ask him to move closer, he wants you to make the first move so he knows he isn’t hallucinating.

frat!sukuna, who shifts closer to you while you’re trying to tutor him, his leg bumping against yours while you look up at him through your lashes—he finds excuses to touch you, brush his hands against yours while trying to pick up a pen, leaning over your shoulder while you try to solve a problem for him, it’s the tiniest things he tries to do to coax you out of your shell. it’s gentle, never pushy, just trying to lure you in so you’d stop being so wary of him, because gods, did he want you to like him.

frat!sukuna, who stalks your profiles on every app he can get his hands on like it’s a religion, and if you post absolutely anything? he’s there, losing his mind like an embarrassing fanboy in the comments, liking every post from years ago because he knows no shame, constantly finding videos of cute animals so he can send them to you, just to caption it “us?” (what a cornball eugh).

frat!sukuna, who has the filthiest dreams about you at night—he tries so hard to shove them out of his head, but staring at your pretty face all day did him no favours, picturing your gorgeous face contorting in pleasure while you’re underneath him, dragging your nails down his back, legs wrapped around his torso, your voice hushed and letting out the prettiest moans has him waking up, his boxers stained with his cum and sheets drenched in sweat.

frat!sukuna, who tries so, so hard to not stare at your lips when you talk to him—you don’t say much, and to have you talk to him is everything to him but he can’t help but wonder what’d be like to have your lips against his, his tongue coaxing your mouth open and moving against yours, only for him to realise he’s been staring for far too long and you’re staring to look away again, your head held low while he could feel a flush creeping up his neck, his face turning pink. fuck, he was falling and he was falling dangerously fast.

guess who’s finally writing a longfic for her 5k and working on kinktober huhu also i’m such a fat chud bro i gotta workout again

art credits :: @/to00fu.

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[lilithkleia]

frat!sukuna will do anything to impress the shy!girl in his class >< !

frat!sukuna, who’s used to chaos—loud parties, copious amounts of alcohol, and music so loud, it almost makes you goes deaf, has no idea what to do when he finds himself slowly falling for the pretty, nerdy girl at the front of his class, always put together and perfect, you’re so out of his league it’s scary.

frat!sukuna, who tries to talk to you on his way out of class, stumbling over his words for the first time while you stare at him, cocking your head in confusion while the brick wall of a man stutters and rubs the back of his neck like you’re the one making him nervous.

frat!sukuna, who’s tries to make himself less intimidating while he’s around you, leaning over to hear you talk or trying to smile (which is off putting, albeit a little adorable in its own right)—he really doesn’t know what to do, because he’s never had to hold much of a conversation with anyone to have to impress them.

frat!sukuna, who tells his fraternity about you—speaking of you as if you were a mystical goddess, talking about perfect, gorgeous and out of this world you are, to the point that his frat brothers stop thinking you’re real.

“dude, are you sure you didn’t make her up?” toji would say, slinging his arm around sukuna while sukuna mumbled something about you being too good for any of them anyway.

frat!sukuna, who moves to the front of the class to sit closer to you, asking you stupid questions about the class and staring right at you while you explain everything trying to avoid his gaze, your voice hushed and nervous while he tries to commit your voice to memory inside his head.

frat!sukuna, who tries so hard to pay attention during classes now, answering questions because he’s hell bent on trying to impress you—to find common ground, paying close attention to all the little character charms, noting down everything he can, just so he can start stupid conversations with you.

frat!sukuna, who teasingly carries your bag out of class, watching you nervously fiddle with your necklace and the hem of your shirt while he yaps away, talking about how impressive your grades are or how smart you are while you brush off all his compliments and move to your next class, dragging your bag away from him.

frat!sukuna, who begs you to tutor him after he receives a massive F on his biochemistry test—watching you pile your notes before him, your eyes focused and so determined to make sure he gets an A on the next exam. because no student of yours is ever allowed to fail, and that’s when sukuna knew that you meant business.

frat!sukuna, who notices the way you glance at his tattoos ever so often, your eyes scanning them slowly, tempted to reach out but you never do and he notices, but he wants you to ask him to move closer, he wants you to make the first move so he knows he isn’t hallucinating.

frat!sukuna, who shifts closer to you while you’re trying to tutor him, his leg bumping against yours while you look up at him through your lashes—he finds excuses to touch you, brush his hands against yours while trying to pick up a pen, leaning over your shoulder while you try to solve a problem for him, it’s the tiniest things he tries to do to coax you out of your shell. it’s gentle, never pushy, just trying to lure you in so you’d stop being so wary of him, because gods, did he want you to like him.

frat!sukuna, who stalks your profiles on every app he can get his hands on like it’s a religion, and if you post absolutely anything? he’s there, losing his mind like an embarrassing fanboy in the comments, liking every post from years ago because he knows no shame, constantly finding videos of cute animals so he can send them to you, just to caption it “us?” (what a cornball eugh).

frat!sukuna, who has the filthiest dreams about you at night—he tries so hard to shove them out of his head, but staring at your pretty face all day did him no favours, picturing your gorgeous face contorting in pleasure while you’re underneath him, dragging your nails down his back, legs wrapped around his torso, your voice hushed and letting out the prettiest moans has him waking up, his boxers stained with his cum and sheets drenched in sweat.

frat!sukuna, who tries so, so hard to not stare at your lips when you talk to him—you don’t say much, and to have you talk to him is everything to him but he can’t help but wonder what’d be like to have your lips against his, his tongue coaxing your mouth open and moving against yours, only for him to realise he’s been staring for far too long and you’re staring to look away again, your head held low while he could feel a flush creeping up his neck, his face turning pink. fuck, he was falling and he was falling dangerously fast.

guess who’s finally writing a longfic for her 5k and working on kinktober huhu also i’m such a fat chud bro i gotta workout again

art credits :: @/to00fu.

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[lilithkleii]

gently nuzzles

purrs and bites

[lilithkleii]

gimme that saiki DICK

I UM OMW

[lilithkleia]

mean!reader riding frat!sukuna until he cries!

fem!reader ⸝⸝ smut, p in v ⸝⸝ sub!kuna ⸝⸝ art credits: @/to00fu

a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH

sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.

“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.

“please—“

“please what, kuna? use your words.”

you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.

he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.

his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.

the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.

the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.

he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.

“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.

“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.

maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?

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sukuna :: @yxluana, @louistxq, @violasepals, @moondustedsoul, @liahcharms, @historia200, @megumiswifeyily, @alalakaa, @applelite, @meow-gumi, @chososad, @suganoms, @kingjuliancypher, @bleepboopbloopbeep, @luoodle, @bl-nk-bla-k, @wholemeltt, @noctynfangz, @florisque, @kingjuliancypher, @satorew, @shylartojiiii, @billiondollarworth, @h3110-dar1in9, @bam-boozledx, @miaszt, @junghoonbooty, @lunastime, @yummidumplingss, @amayaaaxx, @matcha-caffein, @blushryo, @luvbambiboo

[lilithkleia]

mean!reader riding frat!sukuna until he cries!

fem!reader ⸝⸝ smut, p in v ⸝⸝ sub!kuna ⸝⸝ art credits: @/to00fu

a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH

sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.

“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.

“please—“

“please what, kuna? use your words.”

you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.

he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.

his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.

the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.

the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.

he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.

“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.

“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.

maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?

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[lilithkleia]

mean!reader riding frat!sukuna until he cries!

fem!reader ⸝⸝ smut, p in v ⸝⸝ sub!kuna ⸝⸝ art credits: @/to00fu

a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH

sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.

“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.

“please—“

“please what, kuna? use your words.”

you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.

he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.

his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.

the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.

the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.

he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.

“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.

“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.

maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[lilithkleii]

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[lilithkleia]

sometimes you just need to collapse on a pretty girl!

“y/n it’s two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing.” shoko said, shuffling behind you half asleep, dressed in pjs that matched yours while you squinted at your textbooks under the dim lights.

“…studying?”

“you were supposed to be in bed three hours ago.” she leaned on the doorway, crossing her arms over while you turned over in your seat.

“i’ll be right there, i promise—.” you were cut short when she walked upto you, cupping your jaw, planting a soft kiss to your lips before grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you away.

“you said that hours ago, you need sleep to function.”

“says you.” you rolled your eyes, allowing her to drag you back to your shared bedroom, polaroids of the two of you on the walls with her med school papers scattered over the floor and the sheets messy with her hair sticking up all funny from rolling out of bed to find you.

“i’m the medschool student, you should be listening to me.”

before you even had the chance to start questioning all her habits she kissed you, lips movie against yours before she jumped back onto the bed, beckoning you over with her arms.

you slowly crawled over, hovering on top of her before—

thud!

you landed right on top, your head resting on her chest, your legs tangled together before she moved her hand up to pat your head—kissing the top of your head before patting you on the cheek.

“aww is my pretty girl tired?” she cooed, watching you curl up on top of her like the cutest weighted blanket, slowly nodding while you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“exhausted.”

“yeah, yeah i’m sure you are, nerd.”

this is my first time writing wlw but trust me there’s more to come 🙂‍↕️

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[lilithkleii]

shoko :: @moondustedsoul, @liahcharms, @meganthestallionswife, @suganoms, @vitakestheveen, @bl-nk-bla-k, @luvbambiboo

[lilithkleia]

sometimes you just need to collapse on a pretty girl!

“y/n it’s two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing.” shoko said, shuffling behind you half asleep, dressed in pjs that matched yours while you squinted at your textbooks under the dim lights.

“…studying?”

“you were supposed to be in bed three hours ago.” she leaned on the doorway, crossing her arms over while you turned over in your seat.

“i’ll be right there, i promise—.” you were cut short when she walked upto you, cupping your jaw, planting a soft kiss to your lips before grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you away.

“you said that hours ago, you need sleep to function.”

“says you.” you rolled your eyes, allowing her to drag you back to your shared bedroom, polaroids of the two of you on the walls with her med school papers scattered over the floor and the sheets messy with her hair sticking up all funny from rolling out of bed to find you.

“i’m the medschool student, you should be listening to me.”

before you even had the chance to start questioning all her habits she kissed you, lips movie against yours before she jumped back onto the bed, beckoning you over with her arms.

you slowly crawled over, hovering on top of her before—

thud!

you landed right on top, your head resting on her chest, your legs tangled together before she moved her hand up to pat your head—kissing the top of your head before patting you on the cheek.

“aww is my pretty girl tired?” she cooed, watching you curl up on top of her like the cutest weighted blanket, slowly nodding while you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“exhausted.”

“yeah, yeah i’m sure you are, nerd.”

this is my first time writing wlw but trust me there’s more to come 🙂‍↕️

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[lilithkleii]

jjk :: @xxvendettaxx, @realalpacorn, @hangenism, @theogmamaguro, @starobsessions, @sailormarsinanotherlife, @dreamydaredevil, @not-caffine, @aquasprings, @akiangelcanon4sure, @ttoxicity, @number1burningspiceglazer, @kamislop, @rengoatku, @angieunknown, @lanispaghetti, @ttyl0lxyx, @valberryboos, @kalatiii, @ninistranaut, @tokkushin, @whimsicaluhvr, @hearts2vivi, @popeheywardssecretgf, @megssleepygirl, @mimimacroon, @xxkikiboraxx, @leanneomicc, @panda-4-dawin, @clisalish

[lilithkleia]

sometimes you just need to collapse on a pretty girl!

“y/n it’s two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing.” shoko said, shuffling behind you half asleep, dressed in pjs that matched yours while you squinted at your textbooks under the dim lights.

“…studying?”

“you were supposed to be in bed three hours ago.” she leaned on the doorway, crossing her arms over while you turned over in your seat.

“i’ll be right there, i promise—.” you were cut short when she walked upto you, cupping your jaw, planting a soft kiss to your lips before grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you away.

“you said that hours ago, you need sleep to function.”

“says you.” you rolled your eyes, allowing her to drag you back to your shared bedroom, polaroids of the two of you on the walls with her med school papers scattered over the floor and the sheets messy with her hair sticking up all funny from rolling out of bed to find you.

“i’m the medschool student, you should be listening to me.”

before you even had the chance to start questioning all her habits she kissed you, lips movie against yours before she jumped back onto the bed, beckoning you over with her arms.

you slowly crawled over, hovering on top of her before—

thud!

you landed right on top, your head resting on her chest, your legs tangled together before she moved her hand up to pat your head—kissing the top of your head before patting you on the cheek.

“aww is my pretty girl tired?” she cooed, watching you curl up on top of her like the cutest weighted blanket, slowly nodding while you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“exhausted.”

“yeah, yeah i’m sure you are, nerd.”

this is my first time writing wlw but trust me there’s more to come 🙂‍↕️

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[lilithkleii]

perms :: @n9nno, @magicalpeenpoo, @6x-x9, @satorusdreamer, @sixeyes0607, @jiyuspassion, @tohru-tales, @orangethecarrotcolouredpaper, @icebearcucumber, @wannasleeppls, @let-the-moon-rise-again, @pupmileyy, @velvtnii, @berrylus, @j1hxxn, @keveyang, @v4mpyyb4tzz, @catboyfein, @love-d-luxe, @kireampie, @yoonsucks

[lilithkleii]

OMG SAIKI K I LOVE SAIKI K LILI U DA GOATTTTT

THANK U VALBABYBOOS

[lilithkleii]

being mean isn’t funny or a joke bb, work on that

aww get the fuck off my page, hun <3

[lilithkleia]

midnight snack run with bsf!yuuji >< !

“y/nnnn you awake?”

“considering that you called me and i picked up, i’d say yes, yes i’m awake yuji.” you groaned from the other end of the line, rolling over on your bed while you heard him yell back with a tone far too cheerful for someone awake at three in the morning.

“wanna go out for a ride?” 

“you really have to stop calling me like a booty call, yuu.” you said with a soft sigh, and you could almost hear his confusion from the other end of the line.

“but you’re the only girl i call!” he said with full confidence, revving up his bike engine before he bid you goodbye, showing up outside your apartment in almost record time you were sure he’d fallen of his bike at least once on his way there.

you waved at him from your balcony, skipping down in sweats and a tank top, the cold wind nipping at your skin—until he wrapped his leather jacket around you, placing a blank helmet dotted with stickers (courtesy of yuji, of course) on your head.

“it’s so cold out, why are you dressed like that?”

“well, i know you always have a jacket to spare! and besides i look way cuter in your clothes than you ever will.”

you twirled around giving yuji a full view of you in his jacket—watching his pretty face flush a shade of pink while you climbed onto his bike.

“well, hold on tight, princess.”

“cornball.”

he started his bike, speeding into the night, the roads clear and silent except the dull hum of street lamps and the purr of his bike as he drove the two of you onto a highway.

you were holding onto his waist, arms resting on his abs and squeezing while he let out a cough, trying his best to keep his composure like he always did—the two of you were friends, right? always at each other’s beck and call, always each other’s ride or die. 

the two of you had kissed once. or twice. or a couple dozen times—once at each and every stupid college party, hidden away in a corner pretending like it was some kind of drunken mistake while the two of you were stone cold sober. 

you rested your cheek on his back until he pulled up in front of a convenience store, slowly lifting you off his bike the second he parked.

“was that really necessary?”

“well, you weigh nothing compared to what i can bench.” he said all smug and proud, sparkles practically radiating off his face while he flexed with his jacket on.

“c’mon i’m hungry.” you slung your arm around his, the two of you walking into the convenience store, filling your basket up with every snack in sight, carrying them out with plastic bags after yuji paid for it all (he insisted), finding a park bench to finally unwrap your haul.

“that’s so much food.” yuji groaned, watching you blow away the steam on your cups of instant ramen and handing his over to him.

“that’s why we aren’t gonna eat it all, dummy.”

something about the way you talked to him, teased him always had him tripping over his own words, coughing subtly before turning away, hiding the flush covering his ears, hoping you just wouldn’t notice.

because itadori yuji never thought of you as just a friend—you were pretty, smart, always looking at him as if you were looking right through his soul, clinging to him on his bike, stealing his clothes, it was far too much for him to take.

“you’re staring.”

“i always do.” he blurted out, almost immediately embarrassed, slurping down his noodles and frantically packing up all your stuff from the bench, doing everything in his power not to look you in the eye again.

“yuji, look at me.” 

he turned around slowly, expecting you to yell, throw your stuff at him, anything—what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your lips on his, slowly testing the water before he cupped your face, tilting his head, pressing soft pecks to your lips before pulling away, his face flushed, and his pupils blown wide, trying to find some excuse to make that make sense.

“just so we’re clear here, you’re sober, right?”

“always have been, you idiot.”

felt cute. somebody get me in college so i can make new friends already and find my yuji im so TIRED

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[lilithkleii]

yuji :: @violasepals, @moondustedsoul, @applelite, @meganthestallionswife, @vitakestheveen, @florisque, @kingjuliancypher, @satorew, @shylartojiiii, @miaszt, @junghoonbooty, @amayaaaxx, @luvbambiboo

[lilithkleia]

midnight snack run with bsf!yuuji >< !

“y/nnnn you awake?”

“considering that you called me and i picked up, i’d say yes, yes i’m awake yuji.” you groaned from the other end of the line, rolling over on your bed while you heard him yell back with a tone far too cheerful for someone awake at three in the morning.

“wanna go out for a ride?” 

“you really have to stop calling me like a booty call, yuu.” you said with a soft sigh, and you could almost hear his confusion from the other end of the line.

“but you’re the only girl i call!” he said with full confidence, revving up his bike engine before he bid you goodbye, showing up outside your apartment in almost record time you were sure he’d fallen of his bike at least once on his way there.

you waved at him from your balcony, skipping down in sweats and a tank top, the cold wind nipping at your skin—until he wrapped his leather jacket around you, placing a blank helmet dotted with stickers (courtesy of yuji, of course) on your head.

“it’s so cold out, why are you dressed like that?”

“well, i know you always have a jacket to spare! and besides i look way cuter in your clothes than you ever will.”

you twirled around giving yuji a full view of you in his jacket—watching his pretty face flush a shade of pink while you climbed onto his bike.

“well, hold on tight, princess.”

“cornball.”

he started his bike, speeding into the night, the roads clear and silent except the dull hum of street lamps and the purr of his bike as he drove the two of you onto a highway.

you were holding onto his waist, arms resting on his abs and squeezing while he let out a cough, trying his best to keep his composure like he always did—the two of you were friends, right? always at each other’s beck and call, always each other’s ride or die. 

the two of you had kissed once. or twice. or a couple dozen times—once at each and every stupid college party, hidden away in a corner pretending like it was some kind of drunken mistake while the two of you were stone cold sober. 

you rested your cheek on his back until he pulled up in front of a convenience store, slowly lifting you off his bike the second he parked.

“was that really necessary?”

“well, you weigh nothing compared to what i can bench.” he said all smug and proud, sparkles practically radiating off his face while he flexed with his jacket on.

“c’mon i’m hungry.” you slung your arm around his, the two of you walking into the convenience store, filling your basket up with every snack in sight, carrying them out with plastic bags after yuji paid for it all (he insisted), finding a park bench to finally unwrap your haul.

“that’s so much food.” yuji groaned, watching you blow away the steam on your cups of instant ramen and handing his over to him.

“that’s why we aren’t gonna eat it all, dummy.”

something about the way you talked to him, teased him always had him tripping over his own words, coughing subtly before turning away, hiding the flush covering his ears, hoping you just wouldn’t notice.

because itadori yuji never thought of you as just a friend—you were pretty, smart, always looking at him as if you were looking right through his soul, clinging to him on his bike, stealing his clothes, it was far too much for him to take.

“you’re staring.”

“i always do.” he blurted out, almost immediately embarrassed, slurping down his noodles and frantically packing up all your stuff from the bench, doing everything in his power not to look you in the eye again.

“yuji, look at me.” 

he turned around slowly, expecting you to yell, throw your stuff at him, anything—what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your lips on his, slowly testing the water before he cupped your face, tilting his head, pressing soft pecks to your lips before pulling away, his face flushed, and his pupils blown wide, trying to find some excuse to make that make sense.

“just so we’re clear here, you’re sober, right?”

“always have been, you idiot.”

felt cute. somebody get me in college so i can make new friends already and find my yuji im so TIRED

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[lilithkleii]

jjk ::  @xxvendettaxx, @realalpacorn, @hangenism, @theogmamaguro, @starobsessions, @sailormarsinanotherlife, @dreamydaredevil, @not-caffine, @aquasprings, @akiangelcanon4sure, @ttoxicity, @number1burningspiceglazer, @kamislop, @rengoatku, @angieunknown, @lanispaghetti, @ttyl0lxyx, @valberryboos, @kalatiii, @ninistranaut, @tokkushin, @whimsicaluhvr, @hearts2vivi, @popeheywardssecretgf, @megssleepygirl, @mimimacroon, @xxkikiboraxx, @leanneomicc, @panda-4-dawin, @clisalish, @xstars-alignedx

[lilithkleia]

midnight snack run with bsf!yuuji >< !

“y/nnnn you awake?”

“considering that you called me and i picked up, i’d say yes, yes i’m awake yuji.” you groaned from the other end of the line, rolling over on your bed while you heard him yell back with a tone far too cheerful for someone awake at three in the morning.

“wanna go out for a ride?” 

“you really have to stop calling me like a booty call, yuu.” you said with a soft sigh, and you could almost hear his confusion from the other end of the line.

“but you’re the only girl i call!” he said with full confidence, revving up his bike engine before he bid you goodbye, showing up outside your apartment in almost record time you were sure he’d fallen of his bike at least once on his way there.

you waved at him from your balcony, skipping down in sweats and a tank top, the cold wind nipping at your skin—until he wrapped his leather jacket around you, placing a blank helmet dotted with stickers (courtesy of yuji, of course) on your head.

“it’s so cold out, why are you dressed like that?”

“well, i know you always have a jacket to spare! and besides i look way cuter in your clothes than you ever will.”

you twirled around giving yuji a full view of you in his jacket—watching his pretty face flush a shade of pink while you climbed onto his bike.

“well, hold on tight, princess.”

“cornball.”

he started his bike, speeding into the night, the roads clear and silent except the dull hum of street lamps and the purr of his bike as he drove the two of you onto a highway.

you were holding onto his waist, arms resting on his abs and squeezing while he let out a cough, trying his best to keep his composure like he always did—the two of you were friends, right? always at each other’s beck and call, always each other’s ride or die. 

the two of you had kissed once. or twice. or a couple dozen times—once at each and every stupid college party, hidden away in a corner pretending like it was some kind of drunken mistake while the two of you were stone cold sober. 

you rested your cheek on his back until he pulled up in front of a convenience store, slowly lifting you off his bike the second he parked.

“was that really necessary?”

“well, you weigh nothing compared to what i can bench.” he said all smug and proud, sparkles practically radiating off his face while he flexed with his jacket on.

“c’mon i’m hungry.” you slung your arm around his, the two of you walking into the convenience store, filling your basket up with every snack in sight, carrying them out with plastic bags after yuji paid for it all (he insisted), finding a park bench to finally unwrap your haul.

“that’s so much food.” yuji groaned, watching you blow away the steam on your cups of instant ramen and handing his over to him.

“that’s why we aren’t gonna eat it all, dummy.”

something about the way you talked to him, teased him always had him tripping over his own words, coughing subtly before turning away, hiding the flush covering his ears, hoping you just wouldn’t notice.

because itadori yuji never thought of you as just a friend—you were pretty, smart, always looking at him as if you were looking right through his soul, clinging to him on his bike, stealing his clothes, it was far too much for him to take.

“you’re staring.”

“i always do.” he blurted out, almost immediately embarrassed, slurping down his noodles and frantically packing up all your stuff from the bench, doing everything in his power not to look you in the eye again.

“yuji, look at me.” 

he turned around slowly, expecting you to yell, throw your stuff at him, anything—what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your lips on his, slowly testing the water before he cupped your face, tilting his head, pressing soft pecks to your lips before pulling away, his face flushed, and his pupils blown wide, trying to find some excuse to make that make sense.

“just so we’re clear here, you’re sober, right?”

“always have been, you idiot.”

felt cute. somebody get me in college so i can make new friends already and find my yuji im so TIRED

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[lilithkleii]

perms :: @n9nno, @magicalpeenpoo, @6x-x9, @satorusdreamer, @sixeyes0607, @jiyuspassion, @tohru-tales, @orangethecarrotcolouredpaper, @icebearcucumber, @wannasleeppls, @let-the-moon-rise-again, @pupmileyy, @velvtnii, @berrylus, @j1hxxn, @keveyang, @v4mpyyb4tzz, @catboyfein, @love-d-luxe, @yoonsucks, @kireampie