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can i get uhhhhhhhhh

[slllieeepyy]

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me? gongaga

my name is valerie, you can call me vie

she/her pronouns, 2006 libra, biochem student

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requests are always open, i just may not get to them/want to do them <3

pls lmk if you would like to moot!!

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[slllieeepyy]

your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck

megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.

obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.

and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.

the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.

despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.

you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.

“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.

he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.

you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.

“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.

“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.

he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”

you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.

you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.

what can he say? he’s a simple man.

||a/n: this is some bs i’m sorry

[slllieeepyy]

delicious nerdcho drabble coming tmrw or the next day 🤤🤤🤤 why am i so motivated rn

[slllieeepyy]

your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck

megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.

obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.

and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.

the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.

despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.

you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.

“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.

he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.

you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.

“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.

“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.

he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”

you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.

you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.

what can he say? he’s a simple man.

||a/n: this is some bs i’m sorry

[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. so the rumors are true, frat boy!satoru really is stupidly big

you swear you’d never end up here.

you swear on your GPA, your future, and your last remaining brain cell that you would never hook up with a frat boy. never. especially not satoru gojo.

yet here you are, in his messy room that looks like the last time he did laundry was during the obama administration, staring at six-foot-four of naked, insanely sculpted frat boy while he stands there like a proud exhibit at the penis museum.

his body is ridiculous. broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist, every muscle carved from years of whatever sports he plays when he isn’t throwing ragers. pale skin that somehow still looks sun-kissed across his chest and shoulders, faint tan lines from sleeveless practice jerseys. a happy trail of soft white hair leads down from his abs—abs you could spend hours running your tongue over—straight to the main event.

and god… the main event.

thick, heavy, and already flushed dark at the tip, it curves slightly upward with an intimidating girth that makes your stomach flip. it bobs as he shifts his weight, veins standing out along the shaft.

“that,” you say, “is never gonna fit.”

satoru’s snowy white hair falls messily over his forehead as he grins, those bright blue eyes sparkling. “nah, it’ll fit. i’ll make it fit.” he wraps a large hand around himself, giving one slow stroke that makes your mouth go dry. “trust me.”

“it’s not gonna fit. this thing is massive. like… i’m actually concerned for my internal organs.”

“uhm. thanks?” he looks stupidly pleased, a faint blush creeping up his neck. the cocky frat boy actually blushes at the compliment. it is almost endearing.

almost.

he climbs onto the bed and up close he smells exactly like you imagine—expensive cologne, faint beer, and warm skin. his body is hot against yours as he settles between your thighs, muscular arms on either side of your head.

when he leans down to kiss you, it is surprisingly soft at first and then hungry, tongue teasing yours while one big hand slides down your side to squeeze your hip.

you gasp when his fingers find you already slick. he groans low in his throat. “fuck, you’re so wet for me already…”

two long fingers press in, stretching you carefully, and something tells you he knows exactly how big he is because he takes his time, watching your face with hooded eyes, murmuring praise against your neck.

“that’s it… relax for me, pretty girl.”

by the time he lines himself up, you are trembling with nerves and want. he pushes forward—slow, so slow. the blunt, thick head presses against your entrance, hot and heavy. you feel every inch of that first stretch, the burn of it making you whimper.

“is it in already?” you breathe after a few seconds.

satoru lets out a strangled laugh, forehead dropping to yours. “it’s only the tip, baby.”

“only the tip?!” you are going to die. you are so going to die. the pressure is already insane—full, overwhelming, deliciously too much. you can feel the heat of him, the slight throb, the way your body tries so hard to adjust around him.

he pushes forward another inch and you both moan. sweat beads on his forehead, sliding down his temples. his abs tighten with every shallow thrust, that white happy trail brushing against your stomach.

“shit—you’re so tight,” he hisses. “feels so fucking good… but i don’t wanna hurt you.”

you grip at his biceps, nails digging into hard muscle. “you’re huge, satoru. has anyone ever told you that?”

“yeah. you—like five times already.”

“because i feel like i’m being split open by a damn baseball bat!”

he chokes on a laugh, hips stuttering. the movement pushes him a little deeper and your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming fullness. every tiny shift sends sparks through you—the drag of his thickness, the way he fills you so completely it feels like he is touching places no one ever has.

“stop making me laugh,” he whines, but he is grinning. “you’re gonna make me slip and then we’ll both be in trouble.”

“slip?! if you slip any more we’re gonna have to call an ambulance.”

“god, i like you. this is the least sexy sex i’ve ever had and i’m having the best time.”

another clumsy, careful thrust. he bottoms out halfway and has to pause, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours. his cock twitches inside you, so hot and heavy you whimper. one of his hands slides down to rub slow circles over your clit, trying to help you relax while his body stays tense with restraint.

“you’re doing so good. taking me so pretty… look at you.”

you are equal parts mortified and insanely turned on. this is the clumsiest, most awkward sex you have ever had—full of giggles and curses and satoru’s muttered coaching (“easy, big guy, she’s tiny”)—and somehow it is perfect.

he kisses you again, messy and sweet, then rocks forward once more. “still regret coming home with me?” he teases, lips brushing your ear.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him just a little deeper, and laugh breathlessly. “ask me again when you’re actually all the way in, gojo.”

[kisssstain]

overworked hiromi higuruma oneshot ✶⋆.˚

( female POV, tired husband, married, fluff, sfw )

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hiromi fumbled with his house key as he unlocked the door groggily, exhausted from his late nights in the office. he stepped inside to see you curled up on the couch in a matching pajama set. he smiled softly to himself and set his briefcase on the ground. he took his shoes off and yawned, then he walked over to you quietly. he lowered himself to crouch beside you.

"is it really that late?" he whispered to himself, checking his watch. "1:34 AM, huh?" he chuckled.

you stirred slightly in your sleep. this caught his attention.

"shh, don't wake up now, sweetheart," he cooed as he stroked your face. "you're such a pretty sleeper. like an angel." he found himself in awe of your beauty.

despite his efforts to keep you asleep, you blinked awake.

"hiro…? you're here?" you started to sit up. "i tried to stay up for you, for once. i'm sorry, i fell asleep."

"oh, honey," he whispered, smiling. "you didn't have to do that for me."

you blushed softly as he patted your head teasingly. he stood up and sighed, then he cracked his neck.

"hiro," you mumbled. "i-i'm worried about you… i want you to start coming home earlier, and—"

he put a finger to your lips to cut you off. "shh, honey. you have nothing to worry about." he smirked and picked you up in one swift move, holding you bridal-style.

you looked at him with a concerned pout as he carried you to the bedroom. he still had that smirk on his face. when he put you down on the bed he started to undress, slowly, leaving on just his boxers.

"aren't you hungry?" you asked, your voice full of concern. "surely the lunch i packed wasn't enough."

"trust me, everything you do is more than enough," he murmured back. "right now, i just want some quality time with my beautiful wife." he leaned in close to you and picked up your hand delicately, then kissed it softly. your stomach turned.

he then pulled back the covers and got under the blankets, sitting next to you. you looked at him with a shy smile, and his tired eyes searched yours. he held your jaw and brought your lips to his. you kiss for longer than intended, before he dipped lower to your neck. you could feel his roman nose brush against your sensitive skin. you gasped as he covered your neck in open-mouthed kisses. sensing his fatigue, you started to rub his back.

"mmm, sweetheart… you know just how to bring me back to life," he sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder. "keep going, would you?"

you giggled softly and continued to rub his back. after a few minutes, you snuggled together and he held you tight, almost too tight. he kissed the top of your head and whispered into your hair.

"i really needed this…"

"i know you did, hiro."

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note: i love his nose. he is so adorable. also—i write on my computer (in tumblr) and i got the "pets chrome" google extension, so while i write or read i can look at a cute pixel cat!! <3

[slllieeepyy]

your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck

megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.

obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.

and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.

the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.

despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.

you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.

“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.

he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.

you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.

“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.

“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.

he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”

you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.

you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.

what can he say? he’s a simple man.

||a/n: this is some bs i’m sorry

[slllieeepyy]

your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck

megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.

obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.

and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.

the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.

despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.

you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.

“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.

he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.

you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.

“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.

“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.

he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”

you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.

you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.

what can he say? he’s a simple man.

||a/n: this is some bs i’m sorry

[slllieeepyy]

your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck

megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.

obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.

and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.

the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.

despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.

you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.

“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.

he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.

you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.

“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.

“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.

he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”

you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.

you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.

what can he say? he’s a simple man.

||a/n: this is some bs i’m sorry

[aquasprings]

drunk!gojo who cannot keep a single thought to himself once he’s tipsy.

you know he’s drunk because he’s unusually quiet. you’re walking home together, his hand lazily intertwined with yours, his sunglasses hanging crooked from the collar of his shirt even though it’s midnight.

“i’m gonna propose to you at the top of that hill by the ocean.” he says it casually, out of nowhere.

you blink. “…what?”

he looks at you completely seriously. “the one in kamakura. the one with the little wooden railing and the view of the water.”

you stare. “satoru.”

“i already planned it.”

“you planned it?”

“yeah.” he nods like this is obvious information. “i’m gonna wear the black suit you like. not the blue one, you said the black one makes me look ‘annoyingly handsome.’”

your face heats up. “you remember that?”

“course i do.” he squeezes your hand. “and you’re gonna be wearing that little dress you wore on our third date. the one you thought i didn’t notice.”

“you noticed?”

“baby, i notice everything about you.”

you’re officially speechless, but he keeps going. “and i’m gonna get down on one knee when the sun’s setting, because you like sunsets.”

“satoru…”

“and i’m gonna say somethin’ that’s probably corny, and really romantic cause you like that stuff. and i’ll say please.”

you smile, patting his head. “how long have you had this planned?”

“long time, baby. also the ring’s in my sock drawer.”

you freeze. both of you stare at each other.

“…you have the ring already?”

gojo’s eyes widen. a beat passes. “i don’t think i was supposed to say that.”

[aquasprings]

as his favourite concubine, you’d come to learn many things about trueform sukuna.

one: he hated being told what to do.

two: he hated losing.

three: apparently, he hated being ignored even more.

which was why you found yourself sitting in the corner of the grand hall, completely focused on a book instead of the king of curses sitting on his throne. for ten whole minutes.

“you are ignoring me.”

you looked up. sukuna was staring at you with all four eyes, looking deeply offended.

“i’m reading.”

“i noticed.”

“then why did you ask?”

his eyebrow twitched. “because you have been reading for an unacceptable amount of time.”

you blinked. “unacceptable?”

“yes.”

“my lord, it’s been ten minutes.”

“exactly.”

you tried not to laugh. “are you jealous of a book?”

“do not be ridiculous.”

“you are. you’re competing with paper.”

the room went silent. uraume looked away like they suddenly found the wall fascinating.

sukuna slowly stood from his throne, towering over you. “give me the book.”

you held it closer. “no.”

the other servants immediately looked terrified. nobody said no to sukuna.

he stared and you stared back, then, unbelievably, he sighed. “you are fortunate i find your defiance entertaining.”

you smiled. “so you admit you’re jealous.”

“i admit nothing.”

“you pouted.”

“i do not pout.”

you grinned and opened the book again but three seconds later, a large hand reached over and closed it.

“sukuna!”

“you had your chance.”

[moviecritc]

shoko ieiri knows a way for your period to go away faster ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

cw: mdni, clit play, overstimulation, period sex

She finds you on the verge of dying in the couch, with an empty tub of strawberry ice cream and a half-eaten sandwich. You're watching the last season of Community, because you were in the mood of something slightly nostalgic, but your pillow was wet with tears after any minor thing.

"The fuck is happening with you?" she asks, stopping right in front of you.

You clutch your stomach in pain, whining and twisting. That's enough for her to realize what's happening with you.

"You know, I read somewhere that if you get in the bathtub and have six clitoral orgasms and after every orgasm you cover and blow your nose, apparently your period lasts like... two days."

You blink up at her, wondering why is that the first thing that you best friend tells you after appearing in your apartment without any message.

"Shoko, it's too early for this shit," you whine, flopping your head back and switching positions, but you can't because any other way of laying down either hurts your boobs, your back or your stomach. "Maybe I should remove my vagina."

"Maybe you should, but while you make that decision, I think cumming six times it's an affordable solution," she says, sitting in the couch.

"Shoko, you're a doctor, would you make me a discount to remove my uterus?"

You can hear her sigh and she's definitely smiling at you. "Try with the orgasms first and we'll talk about it."

You blink at her, your brain foggy from the cramps twisting through your belly. You force yourself to stand a little, resting your back in the arm of the couch, staring at Shoko with tired eyes and crumbs in your mouth.

"There's no way I can make myself cum six times," you tell her, pouting a little. "I'd pass out after two, tops. Probably die after three."

"That's fine, I can help."

"Huh."

"I'll help you cum six times."

"Yeah, I heard you."

"Let's go to the tub then."

"I haven't agreed to this."

ORGASM Nº1

She prepared a nice warm bath with low water because you're definitely the type who kicks when their close and you would splash water everywhere. Shoko gets in first, completely naked, her pretty nipples hard against your back as you position yourself between your legs.

"This is crazy," you whisper.

But you let her press her hands in your lower belly, just that and the warmth of the bathroom making you feel much better.

"Mmm," you let out a little sound involuntarily, your breath becoming louder.

"Can I touch you? Or do you want the first one?" she asks, pressing her cheek to yours.

"You can touch me uh, all you want."

You don't want to think about how weird this is, so you just part your legs, giving her access to find your clit easily and start circling it slowly.

Her fingers somehow know exactly how to make you feel good, because with a few circles she already has you gasping and moaning.

"Fuck, that feels fucking good," you say, your head dropping to her shoulder.

With one hand she flicking your clit and with the other she's playing with your breast while she whispers filthy things in your ears. She knows what a sucker for praise you are, so she makes sure you know how hot and pretty you look right now.

"Sho, 'm cumming!" It's the only warning you can give her before your back arches and your orgasm breaks through your body.

"That was fast. Your body really needed this, huh?" she whispers to your ear. Her hand moves to your nose, pinching your nose. "Blow."

You obey, blowing your nose as hard as you can.

"Good girl. One down," she says softly against your skin, grinning. "Five more to go, cutie. Think you can handle it?"

ORGASM Nº2

When you nod, she starts moving again, exploring and learning exactly how you like it. Two fingers glide over your clit, then dip down a little before coming back up.

You let out another soft sound, your head tipping back once again against her.

"Shoko... just like that." Your legs part wider without you even thinking about it, one foot sliding along the tub. She takes the hint and speeds up just enough, rubbing you in tight little circles that make your tummy flutter.

The second one builds slower, you grab onto her thigh under the water, nails digging in a bit as your breathing gets loud and shaky again. She just holds you closer, free hand rubbing your lower belly in time with her fingers on your clit.

"Come on, baby. Let me have another one," she whispers, nipping at your earlobe.

Oh and that sweet, sexy voice of her is what does it. The orgasm rolls through you deeper this time, making your whole body tense and then melt back against her. Water sloshes a tiny bit but nothing crazy. Shoko keeps you safe in her arms the whole time, murmuring soft praises while you ride it out.

"Two," she counts with a grin you can hear in her voice. She's covering your nose again and you blow hard without a command. "Do you need a little break?"

You turn your head just enough to look at her, eyes half-lidded and heart racing. "Don't stop," you breathe out. "Feels too good... and my stomach doesn't hurt as much."

She smiles, soft and a little fond, and slides her hand lower again. "I've got you, baby."

ORGASM Nº5

You wonder if you're a person anymore. Your body feels boneless, every muscle loose and heavy, Shoko's still behind you, holding you up with one arm around your waist while her fingers work between your legs.

You've been in the bathtub for more than an hour, each of your orgasms more intense and hotter, the cramps decreasing every time.

"Shoko, I-I can't... mmmh," you babble.

Tears are slipping down your cheeks now, not from pain but from how overwhelming it feels. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time. Your head lolls back against her shoulder, mouth open as soft, dumb little sounds keep falling out.

"You're doing so good for me," she whispers, kissing the side of your wet face. "Two left, baby, just two left."

Her fingers circle your clit perfectly, not too fast, not too slow, exactly how you need it after four orgasms already. You try to say something else but it just comes out as a shaky whimper, legs twitching weakly in the water. You're crying harder now, quiet sobs mixing with moans as the pleasure coils tight in your belly again.

"I… I'm gonna… Shoko, please…" you mumble, not even sure what you're begging for anymore. Your hand weakly grabs her wrist, not to stop her but just to hold on.

She presses her cheek to yours. "Let go. Come for me."

The fifth orgasm crashes over you like a heavy wave. Your whole body shakes, thighs trembling as you cry out her name in a broken sob. It’s not sharp like the first ones. Tears keep rolling as the pleasure rolls through you, leaving you gasping and babbling nonsense.

"Too much… love you so much I can’t… Shoko…"

She slows her fingers but doesn't pull away right away, gently stroking you through the aftershocks while you float there, completely dumb and spent. Her free hand rubs your belly in slow circles.

"You're incredible, baby," she whispers proudly against your hair, pressing soft kisses to your temple. She covers your nose once again. "Just breathe, okay? I'm right here."

"Mhm," You can barely nod, eyes half closed, still sniffling and twitching every few seconds as little waves keep hitting you.

ORGASM Nº6

You're so tired now. Tears won't stop coming, slipping quietly down your flushed cheeks as you lean completely against Shoko.

"Last one, baby," she whispers gently, her fingers finding your clit again. "You've been so good for me. I'm so proud of you."

You let out a shaky sob, nodding even though your head feels too heavy. "Shoko… I'm so tired," you mumble.

Your legs are barely staying open anymore, trembling every time she touches you. Everything feels too sensitive, too raw, but her touch is still so perfect it makes fresh tears roll down.

She kisses your temple, then your wet cheek, whispering soft praises the whole time. "You did amazing. Look at you, taking everything I give you. My strong girl. Just one more and we're done, okay? Let me make you feel good."

Her fingers move slow and careful, circling your swollen clit with just the right pressure. You cry harder, little whimpers and sniffles mixing together as the pleasure starts building again.

"I love you… thank you… feels so much," you babble through the tears, not even sure if the words make sense.

Shoko's voice stays so warm and full of pride. "Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me one last time. You're doing it so well."

Your whole body tenses for a moment then melts completely, shaking with soft cries as waves of pleasure roll through you. You sob her name, tears streaming while your thighs twitch weakly in the water. It lasts longer than the others, leaving you completely boneless and floating in that hazy space.

Shoko keeps whispering over and over how proud she is. She taps your shoulder so you blow hard one last time. "That's it… there you go. I'm so proud of my girl."

When it finally fades, you're just a tired, teary mess in her arms, sniffling and breathing hard. She pulls you closer, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair. "All done. You did it. Rest now, okay? I'll take care of everything."

"Mm." You nod weakly, eyes closing as the last of the tears slip out.

"Don't pass out, okay?"

"Mm."

You don't even know if that's going to make your period go away sooner, but all those orgasms and all those praises felt so fucking good coming from your best friend

a/n: i'm sorry if this feels repetitive

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an innocent choso kamo and his batshit crazy ex girlfriend

reader is a lil bit of a red flag but like it’s chill 👌

“who the fuck is that bitch with you on your story?”

it was almost midnight, and choso was surprised to hear someone knocking on his door at such an hour.

when he opened it, he was even more surprised to be met with your angry (yet so effortlessly beautiful) figure.

you held your phone up to his face, showing him his own instagram story while yelling at him too loud and aggressively for him to even comprehend.

you and choso had broken up a few weeks ago, after you declared that he spent too much time with his brothers and never spent any with you anymore.

he protested, cried and begged you not to go, but you were defiant, so you ended things.

but seeing his instagram story, already with a new girl just weeks after you’d left? yeah, fuck no.

choso stammered, “ah- baby? what’s going on.. are you okay?” he barely got to speak before you stepped past him into his apartment.

“well? who is she, choso?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest and narrowing your eyes at him.

he shut the door behind you, his brows furrowed nervously, hands raising in some kind of surrender.

“y-yuki..?” he replied, his voice hesitant as if that was the wrong answer.

“oh, so you’re already dating again? really? that’s rich of you choso. did our relationship mean nothing?”

“n-no! baby, please don’t talk like that.. i still love you, it’s only ever you, i promise!”

“THEN WHO THE HELL IS SHE!?”

choso flinched at your words, a soft whimper escaping his lips. he hated when you were mad at him, he only ever wanted to be your good boy.

“babe, you’re acting crazy! shes just one of yuji’s friends!” he stuttered out, taking a tentative step towards you.

“then why is she standing so close to you in the photo? and you’re smiling? and shes wearing that tiny little dress?” you retort, eye twitching at how innocent he was acting. sure, you guys weren’t together anymore, but this was practically cheating, right…?

“shes lesbian. she likes women. i can show you her instagram, she has a girlfriend!” choso replies, eyes wide.

you pause for a few moments, his words settling in.

“…oh.” your voice is quiet now. you looked down at the ground, suddenly feeling incredibly silly.

he took a few steps closer, standing right in front of you now. his hands gently moved to cup either side of your face, looking into your eyes with genuine love.

“they invited me out because i hadn’t left my bed in a week. but i was only thinking of you the whole time, honest.” he whispered, eyes flickering between yours.

you nodded, glancing up at him sheepishly. “i’m sorry..”

he shook his head, a small smile on his lips. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“i love you.” he whispered against your skin, “even if you’re a little bit crazy.”

you returned his smile. “not crazy, just passionate.” you corrected, placing your hands on his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

||a/n: chill on my girl yuki doe

threesome w choso and yuki … is this thing on 🤤🤤🤤

- vie 💤

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firefighter!yuji coming home after a long day of work

as the door to your shared apartment clicked shut, the sound of his boots against the floor came into earshot from where you sat in the living room.

yuji had come home late again, another busy day at the firehouse. you had already eaten, showered, and readied yourself for bed.

you stood up, padding across the floors towards the doorway, where he was taking off his boots and stripping away his dirty clothes (he knew you hated the mess).

his face was covered in soot, and he looked exhausted, yet his expression always softened when you came into view.

now, as he was stood in only an undershirt and his boxers, he smiled and opened his arms, letting you step into his warmth.

yuji let out a contented hum, dropping his forehead against your shoulder and inhaling deeply. he swayed you slightly in his arms.

“long day?” you asked quietly, breaths warm against his ear. one of your hands moved up to cradle the back of his head.

your boyfriend lived for your gentle touches, especially after such a taxing day.

“mmn.” he hummed, nodding. you gently pressed your lips to his jaw, feeling his body go lax around you.

“what can i do?” you ask, pulling back just enough to look at him.

he smiles weakly, and you reach up to brush away the soot from under his eye with your thumb.

“just this. some r&r with my baby.” he muttered, catching your wrist before you could fully pull away. he pressed a soft kiss to your palm.

no more questions needed, you led him to the couch and sat him down, crawling into his side. he wrapped one big arm around you and leaned back into the cushions with a heavy, exhausted sigh.

he threw his head back, eyes closing, lips slightly parted as he took a few moments to relax.

“so many calls today.” he muttered, massaging his nose bridge.

he didn’t like to tell you too much about work, didn’t want you worrying about him more than you already did.

you hummed softly, moving to straddle his lap and gently massage the tense muscles of his shoulders.

his hands moved to your hips, a contented smile on his face as he gazed up at you.

“you always know just what i need.” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut.

a few minutes later, he fell asleep just like that. with you on his lap, comforting him with soft touches and gentle words.

yuji loved his job, loved helping people and keeping them safe. but his favorite part after everything was coming home to you.

you couldn’t help but feel anxious some days. when he would work late and leave you wondering if he was trapped somewhere in a burning building. he tried his best to assure you that he was always safe, that he would never leave you alone, but you know him.

you know how far he would go to save someone’s life, even if it meant sacrificing his own in the process.

so you just have to cherish moments like these, when he’s with you and giving you all the love that he can, reassuring you and flashing you that goofy smile you always fall for.

but what you don’t know is that he keeps a picture of you in his locker back at the station, tucked into the side of his mirror. so every time he finishes a job, he can come back to the station and see your face. all pretty and smiling.

he swears to that photo silently, every time he’s about to get into the truck, that he’ll come back to you.

and despite your worries,

you know he will.

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hiii <3 i dont know if you have already but a cloud strife work would be so cute! i also wish to be moots if you'd like

YEZ i would love to be moots bbg

i definitely need to start writing for cloud again i only have one blurb up for him rn… lemme go replay remake and get some inspo :P

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we need more shoko x reader i’m gonna cream my drawls 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG FIREFIGHTER!YUJI I NEED MOREEEEEE MY BRAIN GENUINELY STARTED WORKING DIFFERENTLY LIKEEEE PLEASEEEE🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

WELL YES!!!!

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firefighter!yuji coming home after a long day of work

as the door to your shared apartment clicked shut, the sound of his boots against the floor came into earshot from where you sat in the living room.

yuji had come home late again, another busy day at the firehouse. you had already eaten, showered, and readied yourself for bed.

you stood up, padding across the floors towards the doorway, where he was taking off his boots and stripping away his dirty clothes (he knew you hated the mess).

his face was covered in soot, and he looked exhausted, yet his expression always softened when you came into view.

now, as he was stood in only an undershirt and his boxers, he smiled and opened his arms, letting you step into his warmth.

yuji let out a contented hum, dropping his forehead against your shoulder and inhaling deeply. he swayed you slightly in his arms.

“long day?” you asked quietly, breaths warm against his ear. one of your hands moved up to cradle the back of his head.

your boyfriend lived for your gentle touches, especially after such a taxing day.

“mmn.” he hummed, nodding. you gently pressed your lips to his jaw, feeling his body go lax around you.

“what can i do?” you ask, pulling back just enough to look at him.

he smiles weakly, and you reach up to brush away the soot from under his eye with your thumb.

“just this. some r&r with my baby.” he muttered, catching your wrist before you could fully pull away. he pressed a soft kiss to your palm.

no more questions needed, you led him to the couch and sat him down, crawling into his side. he wrapped one big arm around you and leaned back into the cushions with a heavy, exhausted sigh.

he threw his head back, eyes closing, lips slightly parted as he took a few moments to relax.

“so many calls today.” he muttered, massaging his nose bridge.

he didn’t like to tell you too much about work, didn’t want you worrying about him more than you already did.

you hummed softly, moving to straddle his lap and gently massage the tense muscles of his shoulders.

his hands moved to your hips, a contented smile on his face as he gazed up at you.

“you always know just what i need.” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut.

a few minutes later, he fell asleep just like that. with you on his lap, comforting him with soft touches and gentle words.

yuji loved his job, loved helping people and keeping them safe. but his favorite part after everything was coming home to you.

you couldn’t help but feel anxious some days. when he would work late and leave you wondering if he was trapped somewhere in a burning building. he tried his best to assure you that he was always safe, that he would never leave you alone, but you know him.

you know how far he would go to save someone’s life, even if it meant sacrificing his own in the process.

so you just have to cherish moments like these, when he’s with you and giving you all the love that he can, reassuring you and flashing you that goofy smile you always fall for.

but what you don’t know is that he keeps a picture of you in his locker back at the station, tucked into the side of his mirror. so every time he finishes a job, he can come back to the station and see your face. all pretty and smiling.

he swears to that photo silently, every time he’s about to get into the truck, that he’ll come back to you.

and despite your worries,

you know he will.