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@siabby
kiss me
need to find a cute boy to mess with and tease and bully till he’s too obsessed w me
𝜗𝜚 being choso’s girlfriend means never getting a break and always being full . . .
( mdni. cw: praise kink/light degradation, clingy!choso, multiple orgasms, light mommy kink, overstim, oral (f. rec), creampie )
“y-you’re still—? choso, i can’t—”
“yes you can,” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours, breath hot and trembling. “please. jus’ a little more. wanna feel you again. need it, baby- need you.”
you don’t know how many times you’ve cum. four? five? more? everything’s wet, flushed, aching. his dick’s still hard inside you, twitching like it hasn’t already ruined you. and he won’t stop kissing you. won’t stop whispering your name like it’s the only word he knows.
your thighs are sore. your stomach’s in knots. your cunt’s so puffy and swollen you swear he’s ruined something inside you. and choso?
he’s still going.
still rolling his hips into yours with that slow, dizzy rhythm, like he doesn’t know what enough means. he’s drunk off your pussy. completely addicted. muttering, “so good, baby. you feel sooo good, fuck- can’t stop. don’t wanna stop.”
he’s always like this. everytime you let him get too deep in his feelings, everytime you kiss his throat or scratch his back or let him hold you just a little too long— he turns into this. soft. desperate. dick stupid. and soso clingy.
✶⋆.˚ baby time with choso.
♯ just a drabble for today! i think i have an obsession with jjk characters as dads.. [part two.]
Steam fills the bathroom, turning the air warm and hazy, thr faint scent of baby soap lingering in every corner.
Choso kneels beside the tub, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, with his hair tied in a messy bun. His attention never leaves the tiny figure in front of him, who is currently splashing water everywhere.
Droplets scatters across his arms and dampen the front of his shirt, but he only smiles, eyes soft.
"Hey, gentle," he coos, voice warm and soft, his hand sliding closer to steady your son's body. "You're gonna flood the room at this point," he teases.
Another kick sends water over the edge of the tub. Choso laughs quietly, the sound low and fond.
The splashing slows after a moment. Your son pauses, looking at the door. His eyebrows knitted together as he lets out a small whimper.
"What is it?" he murmurs gently. "What's wrong?"
Your son lifts his tiny fat hands as if reaching for something that isn't there. Another sound, cracked slightly like he's going to cry.
"Oh," Choso whispers, "Looking for mama?"
Your son lets out a small sound of agreement.
"She's still sleeping, sweetheart," he murmurs, brushing your son's baby hair. "You kept her up all night, remember?"
A tiny whimper answerd him.
Choso chuckles softly. "Mhm, i know you miss her," he coos, "But lets let her sleep, yeah? It's just the two of us for now."
He cups water in both hands and lets it fall slowly over your son's shoulder, trying to distract him.
"There you go, nice and warm, just how you like it." he says, thumb stroking the soft skin in absent circles.
Your son lets out a surprised babble, tiny hands slapping on the surface, sending splashes back at Choso.
Choso laughs under his breath. "Oh, you're back at it again!"
They remained like that for a few minutes until your son's movements slowed, eyes drooping.
"Alright," Choso announces. "Time to get you out."
He lifts him up carefully and wraps a warm towel snugly around the small body. "You did so well, baby."
Your son presses his face to his neck, tiny fingers clutching his shirt.
Choso has one hand craddling the back of you son's head as he rocks him gently. "Yeah, that's better," he says, pressing a soft kiss to his damp hair.
"Let's get dressed and see mama, yeah?"
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☣︎ Crazy gf!reader giving Boyfriend!Sukuna shit during sex
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, rough hands spreading your ass to see the way your sloppy pussy sucks him in.
Face buried in the sheets, you muffle out, “I can’t.”
Sukuna’s brows knit momentarily, but then you clench down on him so hard it pulls a sharp inhale of air from him and he forgets all about it. “Been thinking about this needy pussy all day. Such a dirty girl, isn’t she?”
“I keep her clean, actually,” you drawl, fingers drumming. “Took a shower right before you came too, so if anyone’s dirty, it’s not me or my kitty.”
His eye twitches. Then he takes a deep breath and continues ploughing his fat cock inside, making sure to prod that gummy spot you love so much. “Yeah? Got yourself all clean and dolled up for me? Aren’t you sweet? My best girl, ain’t ya?”
You still.
Slowly, you turn around — if you were a door, you’d be creaking loud as fuck right now. “What. Did. You. Say?”
“Oh, hell,” Sukuna exhales out. He pulls out at the same time you come to face him, glaring. Leaning back on his haunches, he runs a hand through his hair and asks, “What did I do wrong now, woman?”
You poke him right in the chest, where a tattoo of your name is marked clear as day. “‘Best girl?’ ‘Best girl.’ Really?” you scoff. “I’m your only girl. Who the fuck am I competing with? Who’s second best? Third? Is there a fourth? A fifth? And who’s last? Oh, I wouldn’t wanna be her. Unless, I am her on any other day because you switch us around. Wow! You’re a disloyal piece of shit. What did the other girls do to deserve this?”
Sukuna’s raging boner? Dies.
He watches it with some pity. Sighing, he falls back on the bed and stares up at the ceiling. He knows, once you start, there’s no getting you to stop. With a roll of his eyes, he yanks you onto his chest, smushing you. His heavy arm doesn’t let you up, try as you might. “Shhh, you little psycho. It’s alright. We’ll get you back on your meds soon. You’re gonna be okay.”
“No, seriously,” you say, slapping him on the abs once, and again when he doesn’t even flinch. “Who’re the others? Lemme meet them. I have a lot to say with my fists. I’m gonna kill them and you, Ryomen!” you threaten right into his pec.
Sukuna pats your back.
“Let’s start with the voices in your head first, dumbass.”
was inspired by that Rupaul interview lol
after all the pain you endured during your delivery, sukuna refuses to ever let his wife go through it again [a/n: based of that one scene in "when life gives you tangerines"]
11 hours, 34 minutes, and 34 seconds. then 40. then more. sukuna counts them all without meaning to, like something wired too deep into him to stop. each second stretching, dragging, carving itself into his bones as time refuses to move fast enough.
his eyes burn, raw and unforgiving, a kind of ache he’s never known. not even in those long, merciless nights bent over a laptop back in his college days. this is worse. dark circles bruise the skin beneath his eyes, lashes still damp.
he sits rigid in a cheap, dark blue hospital chair, one that creaks every time he so much as breathes too deeply, yet he hasn’t moved from it in hours. maybe longer. his body feels locked in place, but his mind drifts, slipping in and out of a dull haze until the sound of a door jolts him upright again, sharp, alert, feral in the way his gaze snaps toward it. every time without fail. his hands rest on his knees, fingers twitching, trembling despite himself, nails pressing into fabric as if grounding himself is the only thing keeping him together.
the baby is fine. he knows she is. he’s checked too many times for anyone to comment on without risking the look he’d give them. each visit ends the same way: standing on the other side of the glass, large hand pressed flat against it, breath fogging the surface as something unfamiliar tightens in his chest. he doesn’t stay long. he can’t. not when you’re not there.
everything in him had gone cold— no, empty the moment they rushed you away. the world had narrowed down to the sight of you on that bed, face twisted in pain, your fingers clutching his with a strength that spoke of fear you rarely ever showed. and he had felt it too, sharp and suffocating, coiling tight in his chest in a way he couldn’t fight, couldn’t control.
then a clipboard had been shoved into his line of sight, a nurse speaking too quickly. “mr. ryomen, you need to sign this form in case the baby—”
“my wife.”
his voice had cut through hers without hesitation. not loud nor panicked. just final.
for a moment, everything had stilled. even you had looked at him, eyes wide despite the pain. He hadn’t even looked back at the paper.
“i choose my wife.”
after that, they had forced him out, the doors closing between you with a finality that made something ugly claw at his ribs. since then, all he’s done is wait, endless, suffocating waiting, counting seconds like they’re the only thing he has left to hold onto.
people came. of course they did. gojo, loud and insufferable even in a hospital, arms filled with gifts that cost more than necessary. geto, calm, offering congratulations that barely registered. toji lingering off to the side, megumi in his arms as he tried, awkwardly, to show him the newborn through the glass, jin nearby with itadori and choso, their presence filling the hallway with low conversation and quiet excitement.
sukuna acknowledged none of it beyond a glance at best.
because none of it mattered.
not the gifts, not the voices, not the child he had already seen and silently loved.
the only thing on his mind was you.
his wife.
“mr. ryomen?”
his name lands and something in him snaps taut and slack all at once. sukuna is on his feet before he’s fully aware of moving, the chair scraping faintly behind him. the sudden shift makes his vision tilt for a second, exhaustion catching up, but he steadies through it, jaw set, legs carrying him forward even as they threaten to give.
“she’s awake, everything is stable. you may see her now.”
that’s all he needs.
the door barely has time to open before he’s through it, pace quick, bordering on reckless, yet each step feels impossibly heavy as the weight of the past hours clings to him, refusing to let go. the sterile white of the room greets him, too bright, too clean, and then—
you.
everything else falls away.
you’re laid against the stark sheets, small in a way he’s never seen you before, exhaustion carved into every line of your face, the aftermath of something brutal and beautiful all at once. you look fragile. spent. human.
and still— still you’ve never looked more perfect to him.
his chest tightens, something sharp and overwhelming lodging itself beneath his ribs as his eyes lock onto yours. they find him easily, soft despite the fatigue, a faint smile ghosting over your lips as your hand lifts, barely reaching for him.
“my love…” your voice is hoarse, worn thin, and it nearly undoes him.
he closes the distance in seconds, dropping to his knees at your bedside without care for anything else, large hand immediately enclosing yours as if to confirm you’re real, warm and alive. here. he brings it to his face, pressing slow, reverent kisses to your knuckles, your palm, your wrist, lingering like he’s trying to memorize the feel of you all over again.
something wet slips against your skin.
“ryo…?” your voice is softer now, concerned, your fingers twitching as if to pull away, but he doesn’t let go not out of force, never that, but out of something far more desperate.
he tightens just enough to keep you there, head bowed, shoulders trembling in a way that doesn’t belong to a man like him.
“there…” his voice catches, rough, uneven, breath hitching as the memory crashes back; your face twisted in pain, the sound of it, the helplessness of being torn away. his brows pull together sharply, grip faltering for a second before tightening again. “there won’t be another.”
he presses another kiss to your skin, slower this time. like sealing a vow into you.
“there won’t be another,” he repeats, quieter, but no less absolute.
you blink at him, caught off guard, and then despite everythin a soft, breathy laugh escapes you. “don’t be stupid, ryo.”
his head lifts just enough for you to see the way his expression twists, raw and unguarded, eyes rimmed red, lashes clumped.
“i don’t—” his breath stutters, voice breaking in a way he doesn’t bother to hide, “—want to see you like that again.” his hand curls into the sheets beside you, gripping the fabric tight as if grounding himself, “not like that. not ever.”
you soften instantly, both hands coming up carefully to cradle his face, guiding him closer despite the way he resists for half a second.
“did you see her?” you murmur, thumb brushing beneath his eye, catching the dampness there.
he nods, quick, almost eager despite everything, leaning into your touch without thinking. “i did… but—” his voice drops, “i wanted to see my wife.”
“oh, ryo…” you pull him closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips; soft, lingering, tasting faintly of salt.
he exhales against you, eyes closing briefly, forehead coming to rest against yours as his hand finds its place around yours again, unwilling to let go.
“there won’t be another,” he says, quieter now. final.
you study him for a moment. at the fear still lingering beneath the surface, and the love that outweighs everything else, and your expression softens into something certain.
“okay,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his. “there won’t.”
it's 2:49am i should fucking sleep but i finally got the idea how to write this and i had to
୨ৎ choso who’s never been in love before ୨ৎ
based on this request!! so cute, i love it
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➽─────── choso pulled…you?! ───────❥
“…this is my girlfriend.”
the room fills with absolute, soul-leaving-the-body silence.
you step into the living room, smile bright and easy. “hi! i’ve heard so much about you guys!”
you wave, and your bracelets jingle, your hair bounces, your voice is warm and musical.
and you look…yeah. you look insane.
low-cut top, skirt that fits just right, glossy lips and sparkling eyes. the kind of pretty that makes people sit up straight without realizing.
across from you, gojo’s frozen. geto’s blinking like his brain’s buffering, and toji stares at you, a little dazed.
“choso talks about you all the time!” you continue, undeterred, clasping your hands together.
three heads snap towards choso, who’s’ standing there stiffly, one hand hovering near your back, his face dusted pink.
gojo’s mouth opens and closes. “…huh?”
“girlfriend?” geto repeats for clarification.
you hum, looping your hands through choso’s arm. “yeah!”
“how,” toji adds, very seriously, “did you pull her?”
you gasp softly. “oh my god, that’s so rude—”
choso stiffens, but before he can say anything : “he didn’t pull me,” you continue, almost offended. “i liked him first.”
silence. again.
“you like weird, quiet choso?” gojo asks incredulously. “you can’t even see his eyes! his hair’s—”
“he’s perfect,” you say with a grin. “choso’s so sweet. he listens to me ramble, like, all the time, which is impressive, honestly.”
choso’s ears redden. “i don’t mind,” he says quietly.
you smile at him. “i know.”
gojo presses a hand to his chest. “this has to be a glitch in the matrix.”
toji just laughs. “nah, the quiet ones always—”
“alright,” choso says, and his hand finally settles at the small of your back, gentle but certain. “we’re going upstairs.”
you brighten immediately. “oh! okay!” you lean up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek.
“lead the way,” you hum.
choso’s entire face goes red, from collar to ears, eyes wide for half a second before he manages a stiff nod.
“…yes,” he manages, already turning, one hand finding yours.
“wait, are we watching that movie you mentioned? the weird one with the—”
your voices fade up the stairs.
after a few seconds, gojo launches to his feet. “how—how did he—she’s—”
“a campus ten,” geto supplies.
“a twelve,” toji corrects.
upstairs, in choso’s room, you curl into his side, nuzzling your face happily into his neck.
“do you think they liked me?” you ask nervously, chewing on your bottom lip.
choso gives you a small smile, kissing your forehead. “i’m sure they did.”
you tangle your legs with his, reaching for the remote. “well, it only matters if you like me, anyway.” you give him a pointed look, smiling. “which you better.”
“i do! i do, a lot,” choso splutters with a reddened face.
“good,” you giggle, and choso flushes even more.
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ─── it’s bulking season and ur boyfriend ryomen sukuna comes home from the gym looking thicc
mdni | warnings: smut, fem reader, massive size kink, post-gym sukuna, muscle/bulk worship, couch sex, mating press, praise-degradation mix, creampie, exhausted but feral sukuna
The door SLAMS and the whole apartment feels it.
Sukuna doesn’t even kick his shoes off. He’s wrecked after three brutal hours of squats, deadlifts, and whatever else he’s been forcing down his throat to feed this insane bulk. He just drops onto the couch like a goddamn mountain giving up. The frame creaks loud under all that new mass. Tank top soaked black with sweat and clinging to every thick slab of his chest. Sweat dripping down the column of his neck. Those gray sweats stretched in an obscene way over thighs that have doubled in size, heavy and veined and still pumped from the session. Shoulders so wide they swallow half the damn couch. Traps eating his neck. Quads bulging so thick the cushions sink deep beneath him.
He throws his head back, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving.
“Fuck… long day, brat. Don’t start with the attitude.”
But you’re already staring, eyes glued to him like you physically can’t look away. Your mouth goes dry. Heat coils tight and insistent low in your belly.
God, when did he get this big?
I loveeeeeeeeee bulking season ughhhh
Happy late birthday to the man, the myth, the legend. OG fine shyte, the yummyest of frat boys. Eren fuckin Yeager!!!
forever 19
happy birthday bae mwahhhh
(why am I actually tearing up rn😭)
Choso whimpers so loud
It’s embarrassing, really. The walls in the dorms at Jujutsu High are thin as hell, and everyone knows it. You told him to keep it down tonight even pressed your palm over his mouth the first time he started whimpering. But the second you sank down on his cock, all that self-control evaporated.
Choso’s eyes roll back that instant, “F-fuck—ngh— ahh—!” His hips twitch up involuntarily as your walls clench around him. He’s so deep like this, thick cock stretching you open.
You lean down, lips brushing his ear. “Choso, baby… quieter,” you whisper, even as you roll your hips again,
He shakes his head frantically, black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “C-can’t—ahh—you feel too good—nghh!” The moan that follows is downright pornographic, loud enough that you’re pretty sure Satoru’s room is right down the hall and he’s definitely hearing every single second of this.
Choso’s face is flushed dark red, eyes half-lidded and glassy, tears already clinging to his lashes. Every time you clench around his thick cock he lets out another whimper. “Shit—Choso—Shut up,” you whisper as you slap a hand over his mouth, but he just moans louder against your palm.
His hips jerk up involuntarily, fucking into you with shallow, needy thrusts that make the bed creak. “Mmmph—please—don’t stop—” he mumbles against your fingers, voice muffled but still way too loud. You feel his cock throb hard inside you, already leaking, already so close even though you’ve barely started.
You ride him harder, grinding down in tight circles, trying to keep your own moans quiet while you shush him. “Shh—shh, baby, quiet—fuck, you gotta be quiet—” But it’s useless. The whimper that comes out of him this time is even louder, cracking high and pretty as his thrusts meet yours
You pry one hand off his mouth just long enough to grab a pillow and shove it over his face. “Bite this,” you whisper urgently, bouncing faster, the wet slap of skin on skin still echoing way too clearly in the tiny room. “Come on, Choso, muffle it—”
He obeys for half a second—teeth sinking into the fabric with a desperate groan—but then you clench around him again and the pillow does nothing. “Ahh—nghh—can’t—too good—hah—!”
His thighs tremble underneath you, hips snapping up harder as he gets closer. You can feel him pulsing, “Choso—quiet—fuck, they’re gonna hear you—”
Too late.
Choso’s whole body seizes, back arching hard as he cums so loud the pillow is fuckin’ useless. He keeps whimpering through every pulse with little “ah—ah—ah—” sounds that get louder instead of quieter as his hips jerk up in sloppy thrusts.
You finally lift the pillow from his mouth and he immediately lets out one last weak, satisfied whine, nuzzling into your neck
You were both so fucked.
Choso whimpers so loud… and the whole damn dorm probably just heard exactly how good you make him feel.
a/n: hnghh I feel like a horny slut on my period damnnit
My whole fyp is filled w Peter Parker x Mbj as mj edits and now I’m OBSESSED, but I cat find any fics for them like at ALL😭
Does anyone have any recs cuz I’m going crazy trying to find something, anythinggg😭😭 HELPPPP
When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔
I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔
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