vie 💤

[slllieeepyy]

hello niche community

my name is valerie, you can call me vie :3

she/her pronouns, 2006 libra, half asian, mdni with nsfw works please !! i write with fem reader in mind

i’m into pokemon, nintendo, jjk, csm, bleach, final fantasy, art, weezer, radiohead, and many more things !!!

any racism, sexism, homophobia, and any other hate will be blocked, no takesies backsies

i hope u love my blog if u don’t it’s okay i still love u

- vie 🫰💤

m.list

[jeerencho]

frat!eren and his opposite gf

no one among your friends understands why you have to date the one and only eren. they all know that you’re the complete opposite of him. sweet, caring, and could never hurt anyone. he isn’t the meanest, but he’s for sure not the sweetest either. 

you tried to ask him if he could act a little more sweeter, instead of acting like a jerk. it didn’t even help at all he only said that he’d think about it, but you still don’t see any changes. 

yes, you know what the consequences were of dating a frat boy, but whenever you guys are alone, he drops all the ‘jerk’ acts.

he’s way more needy once all the doors are shut — more caring. he acts all tough with his friends, but with you, he’s the most lovesick boy you’ve ever seen. 

he braids your hair, melts into your touch, lets you play with his hair and much more. 

whenever he feels stressed and nervous about the basketball match he has to win that day, you help him.

you run your fingers through his dark brown hair, with some strands being left on his forehead. sometimes he even asks for a soft kiss before heading off towards the match. he looks at you with those pleading, green eyes.

of course you can’t resist kissing him.

after he won or lost his match, he’d always yap about it with you. the back of his head on your lap, with your fingers curling in his hair.

he also could be pissed off after his basketball practice – either how his teammate pissed him off, or how his coach went harder on him than the rest.

if it’s about one of his teammates, then you’ll always tell him that he should try to calm down and think about something else. the same goes for when his coach goes hard on him. 

he really only listens to you. you make him apologize to his friends if he did something wrong. 

he adores everything about you. how you bite your lower lip when you’re doing your homework, or how you always smile so widely once you see a chiikawa plushie. 

he truly loves you, even though he’s a jerky frat boy 

made by @jeerencho do not repost

a/n: I love frat boy eren and I didn't see many fics of him so I decided to make one myself <3

[honeybunroll]

MDNI

sleepy mornings with Alucard. just laying in bed together, him behind you with an arm curled around your waist to draw you closer to his body. being half vampire he's not entirely freezing to the touch, but he does tend to run slightly cooler than the average person. it makes it all the more difficult to get up in the mornings when he's glued to you and soaking in the body heat you give off.

he tends to nuzzle at the nape of your neck as well, nosing along and inhaling the scent of your skin because to him that means home and safety. you're his anchor in the chaos of his life, a constant that he can rely on.

he treats you ever so gently because of that, often waking you up to the ticklish sensation of his lips pressed over the back of your shoulder, trailing feather light kisses across your skin as he tries to coax you to awareness. occasionally you'll feel the hard press of his fangs against your skin.

when you first got together, he was still rather hesitant about his more vampiric side. he knew what he was of course and knew how to use the abilities that side gave him, but never would he have even dreamed of pressing his fangs against someone's skin or teasing the points of them over someone's pulse point.

and yet with you he doesn't hesitate. he playfully flashes his teeth at you, making like he's going to bite you. he'll even go as far as to lightly nip at your nape, turning your skin pink as you finally open your eyes to blink at him blearily.

[megumios]

choso makes love to you ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i love him

the night starts with a home cooked dinner made by choso. he wanted to surprise you after dating for a year.

you are surprised by the dinner when you get home, kissing choso gently and whisper sweet thanks yous against his lips. he can't help but feel so happy that you like his surprise even though its simple.

he sits next to you at the table and starts to ramble while you eat dinner. its delicious, rich and tasty. you listen to him ramble about how he made the dish, and how he almost burnt the food.

you laugh at him, pecking his lips softly.

the night continues on with you and choso laying in bed, watching a romance movie. your attention is on the movie, but choso's is on the way your thigh feels on his.

you're in shorts much too short. your leg is thrown over his comfortably. the feel of your skin causes him to go hot. he can feel his skin start to get prickly. a certain tightness starts to grow in his pants, and he hopes you can't feel it.

you don't notice at first, laughing at the scenes from the movie, but when you shift to sit in his lap, his bulge pushes right against you.

he feels you freeze. he thinks you're gonna pull away, call him nasty, but you don't. you meet his frightened eyes, cupping his cheek and pecking his nose.

"it's okay, baby." you whisper softly. choso frowns, feeling ashamed but you shake your head. "none of that."

you cup his cheeks, leaning in close. "do you want it?"

choso nods, hands moving to your waist. he fiddles with the hem of your shorts nervously.

you close the distance, kissing him softly. your kiss is filled with nothing but love and compassion. choso kisses you back just as gently. his hands hold your hips tightly as the kiss moves on.

he pokes at your lips with his tongue, silently asking for permission. you grant his request, letting his tongue explore your mouth. he whimpers at the feeling, pulling you closer and kissing you like you were made for him.

you roll your hips against his softly causing choso to freeze. he pulls his lips away from yours and looks at you, completely dazed and in love.

you continue to roll your hips on his, whimpering softly at the contact. you can feel him grow even harder against his boxers. he stares at you, mouth opened slightly, watching you in awe.

then, without hesitation, he flips you over, hovering over you and looking at you. he doesn't wait, doesn't ask, he just kisses you, desperately with needy movements.

he grinds his hips on yours, whimpering into your mouth softly. he opens his eyes, pupils blown wide, not in lust, but in love. he is so in love with you, so taken by the way you treat him.

he pulls away, looking at your kissed lips and then meeting your eyes. they hold so much trust in them, he nearly goes feral, but he wants this to go slow. he wants to make love to you.

it's crazy how quickly he can go from shy ashamed boy to something more confident. he's still shy, but he has a lot more confidence now that he knows you want this too. he just needed that small push.

"c-can i?" he tugs at the hem of your shirt. you nod, helping him pull it off you. he looks at your bra and then back up to you. with a small nod, he unhooks your bra and slides it off, staring at your chest.

"pretty." he whispers.

he leans down, presses a soft kiss on your lips before trailing down your jaw. he kisses your skin gently, nipping your skin occasionally. he reaches your chest, looking up at you with sweet eyes like you just granted his biggest wish.

he kisses in between both your breasts, sighing against your skin. he looks at them softly, like if they were a piece of art. he suddenly wished michelangelo scuplted you instead of david.

he kisses down one of your breasts softly, like he is cherishing the feel of your skin. when his lips meet your bud, he hears your breath hitch. he freezes and looks at you, scared he migh've done something wrong.

you run your fingers through his soft hair, smiling gently. "it's okay, cho, feels good."

he smiles before going back and licking your sweet bud. you whimper at the feeling, loving the way his tongue feels on your hardened nipple. your back arches slightly and choso notices. he gives a suck, testing if you'd like that or not.

you let out a soft moan and that answers his question. he licks, sucks, and tugs on your nipple, listening closely to the sounds you make. he feels like he's in heaven.

when he pulls away, your bud is covered in marks and he thinks it's beautiful. he looks at your other nipple, wondering if he should mark that one too, but you take his wrist his press his palm against your clothed mound. "need you here, baby."

he looks at his hand covering your sweet mound and then looks back at you. you nod. "take my shorts off, cho."

he freezes for a second, trying to comprehend what you just said. he blinks approximately one hundred times before sliding your shorts off. he gulps when he sees the wet spot on your panties. he looks at you, silently asking for permission. when you give it to him, he slides your panties off.

the seconds he sees your pussy, he lets out a moan. you were dripping with slick, glistening in the dim lighting. he glances at you, trying hard to keep breathing, but how could he when you look this beautiful.

he stares for a long while and you laugh at him. "you can't just stare, silly."

he hovers back over you and leans in, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"what do i do?" he asks softly. you cup his cheeks and peck his nose. "you can use your fingers or tongue. i'll tell you if it feels good, yeah?"

choso nods, pecking your lips softly and going back to your pussy. it's leaking with arousal and it makes his mouth water. maybe a taste would be good.

he looks at you once more before leaning in and licking a stripe on your pussy. he feels you twitch, hearing your breath hitch. he figures you like it and slides his tongue between your slit.

you hips rut up into his face and he moans. you taste delightful. you're the best thing he's ever tasted in his life. he presses his whole face into your pussy, licking up all the slick.

"fuck, cho!" you cry out, digging your fingers into his hair.

he pulls away, face covered in your slick. you moan at the sight, feeling yourself clench around nothing. you push him back against you. "feels good."

he takes your words to heart, licking all over you. his nose occasionally bumps your clit, causing your hips to twitch. he notices and gently takes the bud in his mouth, giving it a sweet little suck.

"ah!—yeah—d-do th-that—ngh!" you roll your hips as he sucks your pretty little bundle of nerves. his hands grip your thighs tightly, pulling you closer.

he gives a harsh suck, wondering what you would do. you moan loudly, crying out and arching your back. "keep going, cho!"

he keeps going, sucking and licking your bud. he licks from your hole, gathering more of your slick and spreading it on your bud, causing you to mewl out a long whine.

you're panting, pushing him further into your pussy. your back is arching, toes curling as he makes out with your clit.

it doesn't take long, especially with him eating you like this, for you to cum.

"ah—ah—aaahh!" you cry out, back arching more, bud becoming sensitive. choso doesn't stop licking, not realizing you've become even more sensitive, you have to push him away.

he looks at you with a pout, face covered in a sticky mess. you pull him up by his hair, kissing him desperately. he responds quickly, kissing you messily. you taste yourself on his tongue, whining softly.

you pull away, cupping his cheeks. "that was good, cho."

he smiles, leaning in for a peck. "can i do it again?"

you shake your head which causes him to frown. you giggle at him, pulling him into your chest.

"we have to move on. you can do it again later, kay?"

he nods against your chest, pressing a kiss on your skin.

you kiss his forehead and peel him away. you look at his shorts, the fabric straining against his hardened cock. it was begging to come out.

you tug at the waist band. choso nods quickly. his cock had been feeling uncomfortable while he was making you feel good. he tried rubbing it against the bed but it didn't help very well.

you pull his shorts down, exposing his boxers. there's a big wet spot where his tip is, making your mouth water. you pull his boxers off, letting him spring out. his cock stands up, red tip hitting the fabric of his shirt.

your breath comes out short at the sight of it. hard, thick, leaking with so much precum. you look at him with awe.

"so pretty, cho." you whisper. he blushes, hiding where your neck meets your shoulder.

"i do this to you?" you ask him softly. he nods, not pulling away from you.

"very pretty." he whispers. you smile, kissing he jaw softly.

you reach for the hem off his shirt and tug it off in one quick movement. he keeps his eyes down, embarrassed and flustered. you cup his jaw and pull him into a sweet kiss, smiling when he pulls you closer.

you lay back down, legs spread wide.

he follows you, hovering over your body in between your legs. he looks at you with soft hesitant eyes.

"want you." he whispers quietly. you barely hear the words leave his mouth. you nod, cupping his cheeks. "you have me, love."

he looks down where your pussy almost touches his cock. he looks back at you with pleading eyes. you smile and nod, giving into whatever he wants.

he pumps himself a few times, breath unsteady. then he lines his tip up with your hole. his precum mixes with your slick and he whimpers at the sight.

he glances at you once more, before slowly pushing in. you stretch around him, feeling so good. he whimpers, entering you even more. you whine at the feeling, his cock was big, stretching you out more than expected.

he leans over you, nose pressed against your cheek as he pushes all the way in. you both moan at the same time, the feeling overwhelming but so good.

he stays still, feeling you clench around him tightly. you're warm, walls slick with arousal, sucking him in like you were starving for him.

he looks at you, you're panting, eyes shut tight, trying to get used to his size. your mouth is slightly open and he leans in, pressing his lips to yours.

his kiss is soft, gentle, showing you just how much he loves you. he rolls his hips once into yours while he kisses you. you whine in his mouth, pulling him closer and kissing him like never before.

he starts to rock his hips into yours when he feels you relax. his tip kisses your sweet spot instantly and your back arches.

"cho!" you whine, chest pressing against his. you're panting again, pulling him closer as he slowly fucks you.

he presses his forehead to the curve of your shoulder, starting to thrust his cock in and out of you. his pace is slow and steady, like hes trying to see what you like. you're panting in his ear, clenching him, and whining.

he thinks you sound beautiful. he kisses your skin softly, giving sweet sucks to mark your skin. he starts to roll his hips faster against yours, his tips rubbing your spot deliciously.

he feels your chest press against his more as you arch your back, breath coming out in shorts puffs. he smiles against your shoulder, pressing sweet kisses onto it.

he pulls away, sitting up a bit, holding onto your hips and thrusting quicker.

"fuck—cho—ngh—faster!" you mumble, as he fucks you slightly faster. his pace is steady, faster, a little harder. your breasts bounce as he makes love to you. he can't help but stare at them.

he moves one hand to cup one of them, pinching your nipple softly. you let out a loud whine, clenching around him tightly. his movements become unsteady at the new feeling.

"ahh!" he moans, going back to the curve of your neck. his teeth sink into your skin as he fucks you with a fast pace. he can feel you clenching harder around him, making his eyes squeeze tightly.

you tug on his hair as he bites you, spit spilling from his lips. his thrusts start to get messy, completely unsteady. he feels an overwhelming feeling start to knot itself inside him. he whines at the feeling, hitting your gspot faster and harder.

"feels—ah—good—p-pretty!" he whines into your shoulder. his hands grip your waist tightly as he pounds into you.

"g-gonna—mmph!" he mumbles. he thrusts sloppily into your sweet cunt, whining. a wave of pleasure washes over him, causing his hips to stutter.

"a-aahh!" he cries into your shoulder. his thrusts slow as he shoots warmth into you. he fills you up, whining into your shoulder at the feelings. he body falls on yours, melting into you completely. he doesn't pull out, he just presses his face into your shoulder.

you comb your fingers through his hair, kissing the curve of his neck gently. he nuzzles into you, catching his breath slowly.

"you okay?" you whisper. he lifts his head up, eyes dazed, exhaustion glowing on his face. "mhm. just tired."

you smile softly, fixing his hair. you peck his lips gently. "you did good, baby."

he smiles like a little kid, hugging you tightly and cuddling into you. "thank you." he whispers quietly.

i didn't know how to finish this

[swvness]

your cute nerdy boyfriend, nerd!jo, was more of a freak than he’d let on… ‎♡‧₊˚ mlist

(wc: 1k, 18+ mdni, established relationship, smut if you squint, implied smut, suggestive, soft dom nerd!jo, mention of a full nelson, neck sucking/kissing, condescending praise)

the blinding rays of morning sunlight filtered through the semi-open blinds; you squinted instinctively, rolling onto your side and burying yourself in a pillow. 

you were completely exhausted–getting up right now wasn’t even a question.

 a small groan escapes your lips, thighs gently brushing together. 

that’s when it hit you.

your limbs throbbing with a delicious ache that bordered both pain and pleasure, head hammering a steady pulse, and a numbing, boneless sensation. 

all lingering aftereffects of last night–the addictive taste of post-rough, late-night sex. 

no one on campus would believe it if you told them.

told them that your cute nerdy little boyfriend satoru–the one who stumbled over his words when he got nervous, or could explain the quantum theory of paramagnetic off the top of his head like it was normal…

was the one who put it down on you nightly—and i mean he laiddd that pipe.

you could recall the multiple instances during sex when he left you baffled. 

the first being when he made you read back his chemistry homework–mid bullying of his cockhead against your cervix, might i add– just so he could do the corrections for his final in real time. while satisfying your needs. simultaneously.

or the time you had to study for one of your anatomy and physiology classes, needing to memorize the human muscular system by the end of the week. he licked each atom on your body, pausing afterwards and looking up at you through his lashes. 

his dazzling blue eyes waited for your answer on which body part he just licked. and he didn’t want the basic, “arm” or “abs,” no, no…

he expected the medical terms for you to treat this like an actual test. 

so whenever you answered, “sternocleidomastoid,” “sartorius,” or “deltoid,” he’d reward you. 

large hands wrapping around your thighs and spreading them apart. lapping at your puffy clit until it was overstimulated and you were begging for him to stop and continue at the same time. 

but each time you got it wrong, tried to buck your hips forward with a needy whine, he’d stop with an almost cruel smile and say,  “sorry, pretty girl, that was wrong…try again,” voice dripping mock sympathy and condescension. satoru would push your hips down firmly into the mattress until you tried again.

from the geeky digimon hyperfixation, nightwing-themed watch he wore daily, dc sheets on his bed, and the video games, comics, and star wars lego sets displayed on his bookcase, nothing gave off superfreak to the naked eye. 

but you knew better than the innocent, stoic side he gave everyone else.

when it was just the two of you, he was a completely different kind of freak.

your freak.

currently hunched over his desk, working on some homework for his classes, more than likely computer science. his long, slender fingers were typing rapidly across his keyboard, pausing occasionally to stretch them out before resuming once more. the other hand was treading through the short white hairs of his nape, twirling aimlessly.

“toru…?” 

your voice came out more like a croaky whisper. throat dry and biting with irritation once you spoke. 

damn—what didn’t hurt? 

his head instantly shot up, tousled strands of white hair falling into his eyes as he looked over his shoulder, a small smile forming. 

“oh, hey baby…” he murmured, the glasses on his nose bridge sliding briefly before he pushed them back into place. 

“how’d you sleep? any pain..? still sore? i…i didn’t hurt you, right?”

the rapid firing of his questions, soft eyes, and gentleness in his tone were enough to make you melt into his mattress. there was no hope left for you; you were whipped. completely.

“no, no, m’fine…” you lazily mumbled, slowly sitting up and using your elbows to hold yourself up.

 “just…the usual soreness..” 

you gave him a weak, reassuring smile, but even he wasn’t fully convinced–maybe the way you winced when you sat up gave it away. 

he spun around in the chair, pushing off the armrest and stalking over to you.

 lord, was he huge. 

all cut and toned muscle, six-foot-three, and a v-line that could send any woman within a 30-mile radius into cardiac arrest–you, of course, being no exception from that. 

satoru was half naked from the waist up, wearing only loose-fitting grey sweats, and with the way he was walking, you could make out the faint print underneath them—no boxers. 

your mouth began watering instinctively, pulse thumping in your ears, trying to push the lustful thoughts forming down—you were literally sore as hell, and you were thinking about more? insatiable. greedy. 

and you didn’t care one bit. 

you could still remember his voice from last night. he had you in a full nelson, his chest pressed your back, a tight grip on your thighs, lips brushing your ear as he whispered filthy and condescending praise. 

how he groaned against your nape when you were close to coming, husky voice referring to your sloppy cunt as a “greedy girl holding him hostage.” 

the familiar throbbing rushed back all at once from the memory, the aching only adding to the sensation.

he paused at the foot of his bed, studying your expression with a puzzled brow raise. 

satoru’s gaze pierced into you over the rim of his glasses, adams apple bobbing as he finally registered the dark, ravenous look that washed over you. 

he knew. 

dammit, he knew. 

slowly. teasingly. predatorily, almost, he grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed before you could blink. you let out a half gasp, half yelp in return. 

“looks like someone’s hungry again,” he smirked. leaning down to pepper kisses along your shoulder and the curve of your neck.

“five rounds weren’t enough for you last night, hmm?” he drawls teasingly. briefly sucking before he gently bit over your pulse point, a needy whimper escaped your parted lips. 

“guess i’ll have to remind my greedy girl how insatiable she is again.”

 a/n: i lwk need him... comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ♡⸝⸝

©swvness 2026

[slllieeepyy]

hey… hey am i still flagged for mature content… hey…

[slllieeepyy]

little date nights with denji

denji opens the door, grinning widely, wearing nice-ish clothes he probably borrowed from aki before forcing him out of the place.

“hey baby! come in! foods ready.” he stepped aside, letting you in. his eyes trailed down to your ass as you walked in when he shut the door behind you (he can’t help himself).

the apartment was small, the kitchen a mess from his efforts at cooking. the quaint space was bathed in warm candlelight as soft jazz music played from aki’s cd player.

“come sit.” denji placed his hand on your lower back, leading you over to the living room. he sat you down with your back against the couch, legs sprawled out underneath the coffee table.

he went to the kitchen to quickly retrieve two plates and two glasses, balancing them unsteadily in his arms.

denji sat down on the floor beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. the plates had some sort of mysterious (clearly home cooked) sludge on them, and the glasses were filled with some cheap sake he had bought for the occasion.

“looks good, huh? prepared all this myself.” he said proudly, beaming with those sharp teeth.

it, of course, did not look good, but the sheer effort he had put into all of this made your heart swell.

you turned your head to face him, eyes soft and full of love. “hey, i love you so much. do i tell you that enough?”

he let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a brief kiss to your cheek. “i love you too. now eat. i want you to have the first bite.”

you smiled as he handed you your bowl of sludge. you grimaced internally before taking a bite.

surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad.

“mmm.” you hummed, nodding, because you would do anything to see that proud smile on his face.

||a/n: omg I’ve been inactive for weeks im sorry!! im trying to start writing again promise

-vie 💤

[sentrybites]

i saw someone saying on twitter about a woman who said that her boyfriend was so nervous when propose her that he forgot everything and ended up just getting on his knees saying “please”.

i hope every writer who reads this makes the best of it

[slllieeepyy]

little date nights with denji

denji opens the door, grinning widely, wearing nice-ish clothes he probably borrowed from aki before forcing him out of the place.

“hey baby! come in! foods ready.” he stepped aside, letting you in. his eyes trailed down to your ass as you walked in when he shut the door behind you (he can’t help himself).

the apartment was small, the kitchen a mess from his efforts at cooking. the quaint space was bathed in warm candlelight as soft jazz music played from aki’s cd player.

“come sit.” denji placed his hand on your lower back, leading you over to the living room. he sat you down with your back against the couch, legs sprawled out underneath the coffee table.

he went to the kitchen to quickly retrieve two plates and two glasses, balancing them unsteadily in his arms.

denji sat down on the floor beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. the plates had some sort of mysterious (clearly home cooked) sludge on them, and the glasses were filled with some cheap sake he had bought for the occasion.

“looks good, huh? prepared all this myself.” he said proudly, beaming with those sharp teeth.

it, of course, did not look good, but the sheer effort he had put into all of this made your heart swell.

you turned your head to face him, eyes soft and full of love. “hey, i love you so much. do i tell you that enough?”

he let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a brief kiss to your cheek. “i love you too. now eat. i want you to have the first bite.”

you smiled as he handed you your bowl of sludge. you grimaced internally before taking a bite.

surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad.

“mmm.” you hummed, nodding, because you would do anything to see that proud smile on his face.

||a/n: omg I’ve been inactive for weeks im sorry!! im trying to start writing again promise

-vie 💤

[slllieeepyy]

so what im hearing is that nobody likes my chainsaw man posts 😓

[slllieeepyy]

little date nights with denji

denji opens the door, grinning widely, wearing nice-ish clothes he probably borrowed from aki before forcing him out of the place.

“hey baby! come in! foods ready.” he stepped aside, letting you in. his eyes trailed down to your ass as you walked in when he shut the door behind you (he can’t help himself).

the apartment was small, the kitchen a mess from his efforts at cooking. the quaint space was bathed in warm candlelight as soft jazz music played from aki’s cd player.

“come sit.” denji placed his hand on your lower back, leading you over to the living room. he sat you down with your back against the couch, legs sprawled out underneath the coffee table.

he went to the kitchen to quickly retrieve two plates and two glasses, balancing them unsteadily in his arms.

denji sat down on the floor beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. the plates had some sort of mysterious (clearly home cooked) sludge on them, and the glasses were filled with some cheap sake he had bought for the occasion.

“looks good, huh? prepared all this myself.” he said proudly, beaming with those sharp teeth.

it, of course, did not look good, but the sheer effort he had put into all of this made your heart swell.

you turned your head to face him, eyes soft and full of love. “hey, i love you so much. do i tell you that enough?”

he let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a brief kiss to your cheek. “i love you too. now eat. i want you to have the first bite.”

you smiled as he handed you your bowl of sludge. you grimaced internally before taking a bite.

surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad.

“mmm.” you hummed, nodding, because you would do anything to see that proud smile on his face.

||a/n: omg I’ve been inactive for weeks im sorry!! im trying to start writing again promise

-vie 💤

[slllieeepyy]

little date nights with denji

denji opens the door, grinning widely, wearing nice-ish clothes he probably borrowed from aki before forcing him out of the place.

“hey baby! come in! foods ready.” he stepped aside, letting you in. his eyes trailed down to your ass as you walked in when he shut the door behind you (he can’t help himself).

the apartment was small, the kitchen a mess from his efforts at cooking. the quaint space was bathed in warm candlelight as soft jazz music played from aki’s cd player.

“come sit.” denji placed his hand on your lower back, leading you over to the living room. he sat you down with your back against the couch, legs sprawled out underneath the coffee table.

he went to the kitchen to quickly retrieve two plates and two glasses, balancing them unsteadily in his arms.

denji sat down on the floor beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. the plates had some sort of mysterious (clearly home cooked) sludge on them, and the glasses were filled with some cheap sake he had bought for the occasion.

“looks good, huh? prepared all this myself.” he said proudly, beaming with those sharp teeth.

it, of course, did not look good, but the sheer effort he had put into all of this made your heart swell.

you turned your head to face him, eyes soft and full of love. “hey, i love you so much. do i tell you that enough?”

he let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a brief kiss to your cheek. “i love you too. now eat. i want you to have the first bite.”

you smiled as he handed you your bowl of sludge. you grimaced internally before taking a bite.

surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad.

“mmm.” you hummed, nodding, because you would do anything to see that proud smile on his face.

||a/n: omg I’ve been inactive for weeks im sorry!! im trying to start writing again promise

-vie 💤

[slllieeepyy]

little date nights with denji

denji opens the door, grinning widely, wearing nice-ish clothes he probably borrowed from aki before forcing him out of the place.

“hey baby! come in! foods ready.” he stepped aside, letting you in. his eyes trailed down to your ass as you walked in when he shut the door behind you (he can’t help himself).

the apartment was small, the kitchen a mess from his efforts at cooking. the quaint space was bathed in warm candlelight as soft jazz music played from aki’s cd player.

“come sit.” denji placed his hand on your lower back, leading you over to the living room. he sat you down with your back against the couch, legs sprawled out underneath the coffee table.

he went to the kitchen to quickly retrieve two plates and two glasses, balancing them unsteadily in his arms.

denji sat down on the floor beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. the plates had some sort of mysterious (clearly home cooked) sludge on them, and the glasses were filled with some cheap sake he had bought for the occasion.

“looks good, huh? prepared all this myself.” he said proudly, beaming with those sharp teeth.

it, of course, did not look good, but the sheer effort he had put into all of this made your heart swell.

you turned your head to face him, eyes soft and full of love. “hey, i love you so much. do i tell you that enough?”

he let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a brief kiss to your cheek. “i love you too. now eat. i want you to have the first bite.”

you smiled as he handed you your bowl of sludge. you grimaced internally before taking a bite.

surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad.

“mmm.” you hummed, nodding, because you would do anything to see that proud smile on his face.

||a/n: omg I’ve been inactive for weeks im sorry!! im trying to start writing again promise

-vie 💤

[tojislovergirl]

3-in-1 || fushiguro t.

you and toji had been in the body wash aisle for 30 minutes now. The large man motionless by your side as you grabbed another bottle off the shelf. You popped the lid and brought the bottle to your nose, recoiling at the scent that filled your nostrils. The fragrance was something between cigarette butts and burnt leather.

“yuck! smell this,” you exclaimed before shoving the bottle towards toji.

“i don’t want to smell it after your reaction,” he stated, leaning back to escape the smell of the body wash.

you huff, returning the bottle to its spot on the shelf. your eyes scan the selection once again. your gaze concentrated, index finger tapping lightly on your chin. toji looked down at you, shaking his head at your serious face.

this whole debacle started because you had stayed over at toji’s place for the first time last night. it was going swimmingly until this morning when you decided to take a shower. of course, you snooped around his things except his cabinets were empty besides his tooth brush, tube of tooth paste, bottle of cheap cologne, and a jar of pomade. no lotion…no skincare…nothing besides the bare essentials. you took a deep breath before pull the shower curtain open, and there it was…a single bottle of 3-in-1 body wash. you grabbed the bottle and marched out of the bathroom to the living room. toji looked at you then looked at his body wash confused.

“i can’t believe you actually use this,” you huffed appalled.

“you don’t like the scent or something,” toji replied back, leaning back into the couch.

“it’s 3-in-1 body wash, toji. that’s so gross. how can one soap be used for your hair, face, and body?”

“it works just fine for me,” he says, turning his attention back to the horse races on the tv screen.

you move your body, so you’re blocking the tv. the big man tries to maneuver his head around your frame, but you don’t relent.

“we are going to the store. i can’t be with a man who uses 3-in-1,” you state, arms crossed to your chest.

toji grumbles something about how he’s going to miss the races as you grab his arm, pulling him off the couch. he’s complaining, but he secretly likes when you boss him around like this.

so, now he’s here, smelling the hundredth gel-filled bottle you put in front of his nose. his nose hairs felt like they had been singed off at this point. he still didn’t understand why his original body wash was such an issue. he never smelled and showered everyday, so he figured it was fine.

“yeah, that one’s fine,” he muttered, wanting this torture to end. to him, all the soaps smelled the same, but not to you.

“eh, i don’t know if i like it,” you said, putting the bottle back before picking up another. toji groaned softly. you immediately sent glare in his direction.

“why can’t you just pick one, mama?” he questioned.

“i’m the one who has to smell you, so i want to make sure i pick something i like,” you explained with a pout.

he smiled down at you. the scar stretching at the corner of his lips. he thought you were being absolutely ridiculous, but he loved it. you had probably smelled every single body wash in the aisle yet you were still hell bent on find the perfect one. but, you had a point you’re going to the one you breathes his scent in the most. your eyes land on a bottle on the top shelf. it was in a sleek black bottle unlike the rest of bottles with overly masculine packaging. you reached up on your tiptoes to grab the body wash, but it was just out of your reach. toji stepped forward easily plucking the bottle off the tall shelf.

“this better be the one,” he fake complained, handing you the bottle.

you twisted the cap off. the scent of citrus and sandalwood flooded your nostrils. it was almost intoxicating with how good it smelled.

“this one!” you exclaimed.

without warning, you held the fragrance up the toji’s nose.

“it’s actually not that bad,” he nodded in agreement.

you let out a small excited squeal before tossing the body wash in the basket toji was holding. meanwhile, toji let out a sigh of relief, hoping he can finally get back to his horse races.

“okay, now we just need to find you a shampoo, conditioner, and face wash,” you stated, counting out your list with your fingers. toji’s eyes immediately snapping in your direction. he searched for a hint of joke in your face. he groaned when he realized you were being dead serious.

“stop complaining, ji. you’re 35. it’s time you stopped bathing like a barbarian,” you said before dragging him in the direction of the personal care aisles.

the large man lumbered begrudgingly behind you, knowing you both were about the repeat that grueling process at least three more times. but, you both know he’s exactly where he wants to be.

a/n: sorry for being mia recently! consider this my peace offering :P this idea randomly popped in my head at work yesterday. not proofread btw

divider: @strangergraphics

[lilikoiyu]

not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !

you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.

the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.

that’s when you saw him.

tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.

you stumbled over with a bright smile.

“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”

sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.

“yeah?” he asked, voice low.

you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.

“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”

sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.

you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.

“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”

his grip on your waist tightened just a little.

“you’re drunk,” he murmured.

“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”

sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.

he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.

“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”

he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.

“stay?” you asked softly.

sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.

“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”

[polaroidsex]

★ . . post-game sëx with hockey player bf!choso.

choso’s breath catches the second you sink down on him.

he’s still in his full gear, jersey damp and clinging to his chest, shoulder pads bulky under your hands. his cock is buried so deep inside you it almost hurts in the best way, thick and pulsing, stretching you open with every slow roll of your hips. the relief hits him instantly. all the rage and noise from the game bleeds out of his body with every slick slide of your cunt around him.

his head falls back against the locker with a dull thud, eyes fluttering half-shut as a shaky exhale leaves his lips.

“f-fuck, you feel so warm…so tight—fucking good, baby.”

every time you lift up and sink back down, his thick length drags along your walls and it sends sparks up his spine. the tension that had been coiled in his shoulders, his jaw, his chest, finally starts to loosen.

he grips your hips tighter with his gloved hands, fingers digging in like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. his pants are bunched around his calves, legs spread wide on the bench as you ride him slow and deep in the quiet locker room.

he can feel everything. the way your pussy flutters and squeezes around him when you grind down hard, the slick heat dripping down his cock and onto his thighs, the soft little gasps you make against his neck. it makes his stomach tighten with something deeper than just pleasure. something that aches.

“god… you’re so wet,” he mumbles, voice low and rough, barely above a whisper. his hips twitch up to meet you, pushing his cock even deeper, and a broken groan slips out of him.

you brace your hands on his padded shoulders and start moving a little faster, rolling your hips in those perfect tight circles that make his toes curl in his skates. choso’s breath stutters. his cock throbs hard inside you, leaking steadily, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting soft but obscene in the empty room. every drag pulls another wave of tension out of him, replacing the anger with heavy, desperate need.

he wraps his arms around your back, crushing you closer to his chest, jersey rubbing against your skin. his face stays buried in your neck as you ride him, breathing you in, letting your warmth melt the rest of the game away. the stretch, the heat, the way you take every inch of him so perfectly, it’s the only thing that ever calms the storm in his head.

his thighs start trembling under you. he can feel his orgasm building fast, low in his gut, but he doesn’t fight it. he just holds you tighter, letting you fuck the frustration out of him with every deep, smooth bounce.

when he finally comes it’s quiet and intense, a low groan vibrating against your skin as thick, hot spurts flood deep inside you. his whole body shudders hard under the pads and jersey, cock pulsing again and again while he clings to you like you’re the only real thing left.

you keep moving through it, soft and slow, until his breathing starts to even out and the last of the tension drains from his muscles.

he doesn’t let go. just presses his lips to your shoulder, voice barely there. “let’s stay like this for a min’… don’t move yet.”

can you guys tell off campus got a chokehold on me…?

[tescobigb0y]

Random slightly pathetic!Choso X reader texts.

A/N: Second SMAU ever :)) made for my bestest friend ever @mcr-are-on-top .

[dkrafs]

satoru gojo with a baby who looks exactly like you.

his genes didn't even try. not a speck of white in his baby girl's hair, not a sliver of crystal blue in her eyes. she's all you—from the eyes to the nose to the laugh. good lord, satoru has been blessed by the gods.

he fell in love with her the moment the doctor handed you the little bundle of joy. and when he first carried her? you just laugh at the way he almost melts to the floor.

everytime he gets home from missions, he goes straight to where you're playing with mini you. his daughter giggles upon seeing her dad. he crashes on top of the two of you, careful not to squish neither of you. first and foremost, he kisses you. then, the baby. then back to you, then back to her—it goes on and on until you go and tell him to shower.

at night when your daughter makes a fuss, it's satoru who gets up and soothes her. he carries her over to your shared room, lays her in the space between, and talks to her about anything—his latest mission, his students, her big brother megumi, how the two of you met, his bestfriend suguru, her uncle nanami, her aunt shoko.

all the while, his baby listens earnestly, eyes wide and curious like yours. she even responds sometimes! no, she can't talk yet, but she's already a good listener.

"maybe we should take you to see uncle suguru. do you miss him? who do you miss more, him or papa?"

"ah."

"there's only one answer to that. why are you hesitating?" he pokes her cheek, and holds back the urge to bite and chomp.

"ba.."

"papa? yes! that's right. you miss papa more, right?"

"ma!"

satoru gasps dramatically, "mama? you're already with her 24/7!" your baby grins, and he's in awe by how much of you he sees in her.

he picks her up with ease, and settles her on top of him. he glances at your sleeping form, "you look like your mom, you know?"

your baby also glances at you, one hand reaching out before satoru grabs her little wrist and holds it to his chest. "mama's sleeping. she's tired, we need to let her rest."

your daughter babbles, "ma-ma-ma."

"yes, mama. you look like mama. that means you're also pretty and beautiful." he kisses her cheek.

"pi. pi!"

satoru nods in understanding, acting like your baby just said something revolutionary. "yes. pretty. that's you," he pinches her nose, she huffs. "and mama. my pretty girls."

"when you grow up, you need to marry someone who'll preach your beauty like how i do to your mom, okay? never date a boy who doesn't tell you how beautiful you are every passing day." satoru whispers, eyes locked onto an identical pair to yours.

his daughter only yawns in response, dropping her head into his sternum. satoru adjusts her so she's laying on her back in the middle of you two. instinctively, your baby wiggles around, searching for your warmth in her sleep. satoru only sighs with a smile. what a velcro baby he's raising.

from jade: self-indulgent dad gojo fic bcuz im ovulating and im sleepy and i got crazy baby fever from spending a few days at my aunt's and her two month old baby boy and i also wrote this instead of stressing out over my groupworks so enjoy tehe