hey! i saw that your asks are open for promo, but i’m honestly kinda shy to drop mine lol. do you promote all kinds of fics (fluff, angst, smut, etc.)? i really don't wanna be annoying or pushy with it, so just lmk if that’s okay with you! tysm <3
hiii u can just comment if you wanna be included in my next fic rec, so that the next time I get an ask about fic recs or get time to make one, I’ll try to include you if you have a fanfic that fits the criteria
I rec and link any type of fanfic just as long as it’s not dark content / from a dark content blog!!!
being the family loner was hard work. lonely work actually.
so when yuuji gets married, it's just another miserable but joyous day! the big change ⟡ ݁₊ .: comes when the pretty and fiesty wedding planner gives choso more attention than he bargained for.
⠀ ⠀ ༘⋆ con + warnings ⟡ ݁₊ .: loner!choso, dryhumping, mentions of cheating, oral sex (fem), itafushi mention (not shipping, thought it would be cute for the fic), light (?) angst, praise kink if u squint
"we're getting married!"
was the first thing yuuji yelled excitedly as megumi finally set the drinks down on the table.
choso and sukuna blinked as yuuji basically vibrated with energry in his seat. so much so that as megumi settled back down next to him, he almost immediately knocked his shoulder causing the lemonade to sloush over the rim a bit onto the quiet man.
"oh, sorry gumi!"
"so when did this happen?", choso murmured quietly, as he watched yuuji dab at megumi's shirt uselessly before he beamed at his brother again, "like a week ago!"
sukuna huffed as they watched, the patheic display, and megumi who nodded in agreement, "last saturday."
they were awestruck not at the idea that they were engaged, but more by the fact that yuuji was able to keep quiet about it for so long.
"is that why you were acting so weird?"
"weird?", yuuji whined, "i wasn't acting weird."
"you were", sukuna agreed.
yuuji spent the entire week, avoiding eye contact, then staring at them until they acknowledged him, only to continue staring wide-eyed before running off because he had nothing to say.
"so yea…weird."
"anywho!" yuuji waved his ahnds dramatically to change the topic," it was so nice."
he started on a rambling spree that was almost an hour long, maybe about ten minutes in reality but who knew for sure.
"and i turned at the fountain and there gumi was", he threw his hands up, "on one knee but i had the ring digging in my pocket so i also proposed!"
"congratulations."
"congrats."
"YAY," yuuji ignored the congrats entirely starting to fidget in his seat as megumi mouthed a quiet thank you, taking another sip from his cup.
"we are so excited and that's why we brought you here", yuuji continued as if he wasn't already talking for twenty minutes straight, "the wedding planner should be here soon."
"wedding planner?", sukuna tched, "when i'm here? i have plenty of expertise."
"in drawing…well thats more choso", megumi corrected, eyeing choso before looking at yuuji holding the cup up for him to his lips, "we want to incorporate that in our designs, and you only do tattoos."
"only do tattoos?", sukuna growled as he stood up so fast the couch defiently bounced, pointing at megumi, "i will show you only tattoo—"
choso couldn't even keep up with the conversation anymore, more stuck on the fact that megumi wanted his art at their wedding front and display for everyone and that he was even here for the preliminary wedding prep.
he didn't know why he felt that way, he just did. why this affected him so much.
it's yuuji. yuuji loves him and cherishes him.
but it didn't change the fact that he was different from his brothers. he had their mom's looks and they both looked identical, could pass for twins and he was like their distant relative that somehow wandered into photos.
they had explosive personalities, and he was just…bleh.
they loved him, he knew that but it still didn't stop the dull ache he felt when watched their interactions and how even his little brother's friends only drifted toward him when sukuna was too much.
but he couldn't dwell on it long, when a light knock and three doorbell rings interuppted the shpwdown sukuna was not willing to back down from.
"THAT MIGHT BE HER!"
the door swung open and sukuna saw…nothing?
until he looked down…down…down… and down some more, and there you were in your pink soft sweater, glasses and light smile, with a clipboard tucked underneath your arm.
"you're the wedding planner?"
"yes i am!, good afternoon."
"the fierce wedding planner?", sukuna continued again turning towards yuuji who waved you in from the living room as you brushed past.
"HIHIHI", yuuji squealed as he shook your arm diligently it might've been dislocated if megumi didn't step in, " i am so glad that you gave us a chance with your busy schedule."
"well actually you had been booked months in advance", you mused, rotating your already sore shoulder a bit before sitting in the onslot chair facing against the wall, "by mr fushiguro."
yuuji pursued his lips as he watched megumi look away, a light blush taking over before he tackled him in a hug, "oh meguuuumi!"
"well i should introduce myself," you started placing your board down and smoothing your hands down your pants, "i am—"
"the wedding planner."
you chuckled humorlessly, eyes cutting to sukuna with a smile, "well yes i am the wedding planner but i do have a name."
your eyes drifted to choso, who seemed to curl in with his arms crossed, observing the entire room, "hi, and you are?"
shocked he turned, feeling his cheeks flush with heat as he shook your hand, "ah—i'm choso."
"well lovely to meet…most of you."
"let's get started…unless there are anymore comments from the peanut gallery?"
sukuna tched as he crossed his arms and still looked at your devices you plopped out to start the meeting.
as much as yuuji was one for dramatics, he wasn't wrong about you.
you were amazing, you already had ideas lined up for the extravagant wedding he imagined and even dulling down some ideas when he went too far.
"i want jennifer lawernce at the wedding!"
"jennifer lawernce?" you looked up from where you were writing, "what is she going to do at the wedding?"
yuuji scrunched his brows from where he was pacing nodding along, "you're right! how about jennifer aniston?"
"what will jennifer aniston do?"
"right…right…"
"maybe jlo?" you concluded, turning your head at the man who gasped loudly, "you're right!"
"BOOK HER!"
"i highly doubt she would come through, so let's stick to something more in your range, okay?"
"oooo you're right!"
"she is good", sukuna finally concecded watching as you finally got yuuji to sit back down for the tenth time in the past hour, "she is giving me whiplash."
"well, she is the best on this side of the country.." megumi piped up from where he was crubbing dishes, "low budget weddings can look top dollar with her."
"well" you sighed already peeved from the last three hours you were deliberating with yuuji, "alrighty. that should be enough for now. i will get these designs looked over and have my assistant contact you."
you started to stack the papers, nodding at whatever babble yuuji was speeling at you now before he rushed off to tell megumi about your next appointment, leaving choso to see you off at the door.
"uh, have a good night." he murmured lightly.
you smiled at him softly, just as you passed throught the door, "thank you for having me."
he watched you descend a few steps before turning back around, "ah— that's reminds me i'd love to see your art!"
"m—my art?"
"yes! you were spoken very highly of! i'd love to see it at the next appointment…if you're there."
and of course, he was there.
even when he wasn't needed. if yuuji even mentioned that you would be stopping by, gracing the area with your soft smile and calming presence, choso had some excuse to make sure he was there.
whether it was floral arrangements he could careless about, discussing venues layouts or heloing choose the artwork for the reception haul, choso was there.
at first, he told himself it was becuase it's for yuuji. for his family. because he loved him.
then he convinced it was because he needed megumi's input to create beautiful, perfect pieces for their vision.
then he stopped trying to come up with excuses altogether.
because every time you smiled at him, every time you greeted him by name before anyone else, every time your eyes softened when you spoke to him, he found himself looking forward to the next meeting.
and maybe…maybe he thought you looked forward to them too.
though, there were three maybe four instances that, he really remembered that made him fall for you.
"wow…these are beautiful" you murmured your fingertips dusting lightly over the artwork that graced the table.
it was a simple charcoal drawing of intertwined flowers and vines that yuuji had immediately demanded be used somewhere in the wedding.
"you really made all of these?"
choso could feel his ears reddening, trying his hardest not to show you how effected he was, "yeah."
"amazing."
you took it upon yourself to flip through his portfolio, gasping lightly as you came across something else you admired, "the way you shade things makes them feel alive."
choso had his fabbers gasted. this wasn't unusual but usually unless they were looking for a specific piece of commission, people just overlooked his work for a few seconds with a 'that's pretty.'
but here you were, rocking his world again. making him feel seen for once outside of his family as you examined and asked him about each piece you observed.
you studied them like they mattered, as he mattered.
"so..." you continued, smiling lightly. "how much would you charge me if I wanted a portrait?"
"a potrait?"
"mhm of myself."
you stared at him and his growing blush for a secind before laughing softly, pushing off the table, " i'm just joking."
"for free."
you hummed looking back at him surpised, "huh?"
"i'd do it for free."
even at the dress fiittng for the suits weeks later, choso yearned for your presence that was like a calm belt in a hurricane.
it somehow ended up being more chaotic than every planning session combined. yuuji couldn't stad still and unfortunately kept getting pricked by the small pins they were landing for his suit extension, megumi was obviously overstimulated, and sukuna…was sukuna and argued with just about every tailor that came to help him. even aoi was giving issues because of how big he was.
but choso he quietly and quickly got his done, not needing much other than length to cover his long legs and the long stretch of his shoulders. as you looked at the finishing touches beign added to everyone, you stopped at choso ccontemplating.
"did you think of how you're going to do your hair?"
"ah—no not. ahem not yet."
"is your suit tight?"
"no, why?"
"looks like you're not breathing."
"ah—sorry."
"you don't have to apologize for everything" you stepped up on the platform lightly, close enough he got a beautiful whiff of your perfume.
he watched as your gaze landed on his hair, tossing you usual clipboard and binder on the couch as your hands reached up into his fluffy hair, "this okay?"
you continued after he nodded, pulling his hair ties free leaving his hair tumbling down over his face as you moved it around.
the room around his disappeared as he focused you the soft brush of your body on his front and the delicate way your hand smoved in his scalp.
and it felt so good.
and it stopped too soon when you oulled back fluffing the light strands you oulled down in front of his face, "just as i thought." your grinned, "so handsome."
then lastly by the time the rehearsal dinner came around, everyone was exhausted.
the wedding was impeding and the last minute details were being ironed over by you and yuuji who breathed down your neck.
well everyone but choso was stressed, he sat at the table in his ironically dimmer part as his pen sctrached against the napkin he had been toying with the entire dinner.
his eyes drifted again to where you just resided next to him, he's still seeing your soft pink sweater as he curved another line, a smile.
then the boxy frame of glasses, a familiar tilt of your head and that familiar clipboard.
you had just gotten up. he didn't realize he was drawing you until a ashaodw paused over his body and the napkin slipped up from under his pne.
"whatcha drawing?"
his entire body locked up as he turned watching your eyes drift around the napkin and soften completely, "oh wow."
the entire buzz of the resturant seemed to die down around the two of you as you blinked back at the man ," no one has ever drawn me before."
"it's just a sketch—"
"and it's beautiful."
hie eyes could only zero in on your smile, not your usual polite one but the big geninue one as you folded the napkin and placed it under your clip on the borad.
"thanks cho—"
"WE ARE GETTING MARRRRRRIED!!!!"
that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze as you turned to see a very drunk yuuji balancing on a chair as megumi tried and failed to get him to calm down.
"oh my god—yuuji no!"
and now, it's the big day. the wedding.
the last time choso will have a reasonable excuse to see you without making his feelings clear.
and honestly, he felt naked, his hair was down like you told him, his suit was blue instead of the usual black.
now he's at the front of the aisle waiting for both megumi and yuuji to walk down as everyone murmured in their seats.
"you should confess today" sukuna gruffed behind choso pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
"what?"
"confess to the damn planner." he tched, "i see how you look at her."
"and how she looked at you."
"how do i look?!?!"
"smitten."
"w—wait and what do you mean how she looked—"
"sukuna." your voice cut in, your eyebrows furrowed as the little mic attached from your ear dangled in front of your face."stop unbuttoning your damn shirt."
"this is not a strip club it's your brother's wedding."
"well i don't like this fucking tie—agh", he choked as you tightened the long tie back on his neck.
"now shut up and wait until your brother and his husband are down the island. or my foot is up your ass." you sighed watching the man pull at his neckline again.
"ah—choso!", you curled on his side looking at his bright red face, "oh my gosh! see i told cindy it was too hot in here." you fidgeted for your fan , dropping it in front of his face as you tried to fan him.
"are you alright oh gosh—you're getting redder!"
you pressed the button on your ear, "telling whoever on the other side to hurry up and get the temperature a bit cooler as your clipboard fanned at choso still.
"are you sure you're feeling okay, cho?"
cho? he might convulse on the spot.
"i think it's because so many beautiful women surrounding him", aoi chimed in from behind sukuna.
you nodded processing the information as you switched off the fan, handing it your assistant, “ooooh i’m probably putting a lot of pressure on you aren’t i?”
“the day doesn’t have to be perfect don’t worry,” you brushed off his suit, “just do your best to call down so you’re not a tomato’s in the pics, k!”
then you were off, quickly down the aisle as you still gestured to the air conditioning for the few guests that did look like they were starting to feel a bit hot.
that’s what choso loved about you. wait..love…yes! love
you cared for everyone and everything, you even helped a little girl to the chocolate fountain before any of the food was ready, you teared up at the end of the isle when megumi got walked down then yuuji.
you took your own personal pic of them to save from how much you put in this wedding and how much they meant to you.
you even slipped the groomsmen on each side little yogurt packets before the ceremony started…and the list goes on.
you were so perfect.
so extraordinary, art in a personified form that it was intimidating.
maybe that’s why when he approached you, choso could still taste the whiskey he drank down to calm his nerves.
and maybe that’s why he had the courage to drag you to the unoccupied bathroom, and just stare at your face.
“choso?”
he still didn’t say anything. just staring at your face, eyes locking on your lips before you finally grasped at his cheeks pulling him to look at you.
“cho..? whats going on? you’ve been hot since this morning…are you sick?”
he grabbed your hand off feeling his forehead as he crowded you further, your back hitting the sink.
“i—i like you.”
your eye widened as his arms gripped the edge of the sink surrounding your body, “cho…you’re drunk.”
“im not druuuunk”, he whined shaking his head having a few more strands of hair fall in his face, “m not drunk! not that much of a lightweight.”
“so why are you doing this?”
“cause i love like you.”
“and i can’t do this any longer.”
“do what—”
you got cut off when his hand landed on your hip, his body coming up to yours as he dropped down and landed a quick kiss on your lips.
he pulled back just as fast, eyeing your shocked face, only to descend again slowly when your hands drifted to his long locks at the end of his neck.
you pulled at his hair, feeling him gasp into your neck shoving your toungue in his warm waiting mouth as he whimpered, his body closing in over you like a shield that didn’t want to disappear.
his hands slid over your curves as if you were glass, his tongue trying to keep you before letting you win and savage his mouth like a prize and unconsciously his hips brushed against yours.
“mmm cho.”
he didn’t even realize it but in the time he pressed you up against the sink that he was fucking humping you.
“oh—”, he gasped and felt his ears burn even hotter than they did before. “i didn’t know—”
but he can’t stop. not when feeling his cock rub against your warm body between the layers and he’s so close. the button of your pantsuit right in front of where he wants needs you most was his biggest obstacle and pleasure.
it was rubbing against him just right, in the perfect spot that left him feel you and get that bump he just do desperately needed.
“it’s alright cho” you cooed at him, feeling his big hands try to drag you in closer even with your body flush against him, “feels good right?”
his mouth long since moved from yours, your connected saliva drooling down the side of his face, it that he cared much about it as he mouthed at your neck.
his body let out a rapid shiver feeling your knee press against his bulge and he was so so close.
“ooo you liked that, huh?”
“so good cho…you were wishing for this.”
“feels so good cum for me, my sweet boy.”
and he did, his strong hands gripped at the looseness coming out of your shirt as he shook and felt a wet spot take place in his slacks, his louth huffing against your neck while your warm hands rubbed at his back.
“better now?”
choso hummed in response, pulling his neck out to give you a quick peck before flushing seeing the mess he caused in his wake.
well good thing it was dark blue.
“you didn’t…”
you smiled at him, running your hand down his chest to cup his bulge, “ ‘m okay cho don’t worry about me, okay?”
“but i want to—”
“choso?” a female voice came with banging on the door taking your attention away from each other to the sound.
“CHOSO!”
“i know you’re in thereeee” she purred, “don’t tell me you’re cheating on me!”
cheating?
“cheating?” you repeated backing up from the man, “oh my god. oh my god. you are fucking drunk!” you hissed completely separating yourself from him.
“i don’t have a girlfriend!”
“well whatever the fuck she is” you pointed at the door whispering, “she’s looking for you and this was unprofessional!”
“but i—”
“go, choso.”
“and yuki came at the door after?”
choso nodded a pretty pout taking over his lips, tapping at table with his pen.
sukuna barked a hefty laugh, pounding his chest as another coughing fit took over him from his disbelief.
“this is like a telenovela” he shook his head, his sharp smile taking over his face, “i don’t know how you do it.”
“it’s wasn’t me” choso whined as he dropped his pen back on the notepad where he unconsciously started to draw you again.
“well, it’s a good thing i scheduled her for grandpa’s party!”
both men froze as they watched yuuji munch on a popsicle.
“you’ve let me mope about this for two months and you didn’t tell me that?”
“im in my honeymoon period! DUHHH”
this could work out! yes choso—well not really, fucked up his one chance to make you his one chance to make you his.
maybe even properly profess his love to you but this was a second chance he could—
“but she wants all our meetings to happen at her office. no extra guests.”
well shit.
“find something out so i can fix this.”
and as he was know for yuuji pried and pried, and he got his results.
“just do something that will show her you appreciate her.”
“that you love her.”
so choso did what he does best, hands covered in paint as he opened the door to his studio.
“ah—yuuji, where is the—”
“here me out, please.”
you sighed dropping the iconic clipboard silently as you, walked through the threshold as chido held the door open wider.
“wait here..right—no right here.”
“does this have anything to do with your grandfather? i don’t have time—”
“we’re making the time right now” choso murmured as he fixed his setup.
and now you stood next to the man as he beamed waiting for you to pull at the tarp covering what seemed to be a large canvas.
“choso, what is this?”
“just—just look at it? please?”
sighing you handed your board to the man, before taking the long painted covered clothing and pull to reveal a portrait.
of you.
but not just a single portrait it was multiple of you, adding together in the timeline of when you were with him.
“choso…”
“it’s all the things i love about you.”
he set the things down, wrapping around to point at the different tiny yous on the canvas, “this was the day we checked out the sunflower venue and the butterfly landed on your nose.”
“this was the dark marble one megumi loved that had the stray cat” he smiled at the memory, “ and you felt so bad you draped your sweater on the floor so it could snuggle.”
“this was at the rehearsal dinner where i drew you for the first time.”
“this was at the day you argued with sukuna about the cake flavor.”
“and this one—”
“i get it cho..” you lifted your hand to stop the man as you blocked at the beautiful colors swirling on the canvas, “but why..?”
“because yuki isn’t your girlfriend!”
“youre right yuki isnt my girlfriend.”
“wait” he dragged his hands down his face, “i meant she’s not my girlfriend.”
you giggled looking at the paint smeared over his cheeks, “ i get it…so at the wedding?”
“fluke! i promise i would never do that to you.”
he came to you slowly his big brown eyes pleading at you to believe him, “i would never lose you…especially over something so stupid.”
“okay cho” you shivered feeling his minty breath hit on your face, “i believe you.”
his hand still cold from the paint grasped at your cheek pulling you closing to him as he dipped down for you kiss, “oh thank fuck.”
and soon you couldn’t even feel the cold ting or strong stench of the fresh paint when his lips captured yours again.
you felt so light.
but the way choso was kissing, was anything but.
his lips were soft but his kiss was rough, hungry and desperate. as if he was scared that you’d slip through his finger again and he wouldn’t be able to stop you.
and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him, the way you gravitated and when he pulled away you followed.
you let him lead you back to the tarp listening to his ‘sorry softest thing here, baby’ and watching his rough paint covered hands work at the buttons of your blouse.
his lips found yours again as he carefully pulled your bra down, kneading both of your breasts in earnest moaning into your mouth like he was the one being pawed at instead of doing the pawing.
“cho..”
he ignored your plea, pinning your hands down as they drifted down his body to give him more in return before he started to kiss at your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse as he continued to lick a line to your breasts.
“this ain’t about me baby…all you.”
his movements didn’t stop his brown eyes watching you as his hands…dipped in more paint? grasped at the fat of your boobs kneading as he sucked a nipple into his mouth before moving to the other neglected one.
the black paint followed his fingertips as he groaned against your breast as he pulled back to watch his hand that made it to the outline of your pants, “you don’t mind dirting this up, right?”
soon you were completely bare before the man, his hands grasping at every open area of skin he could read, stretching his hand to the side to dip into a new color as he mouthed at your inner thighs, just away from where you needed him most.
but you didn’t rush him, letting him continue his exploration, watching as if he was deprived of you in every way of the word as he finally sucked your clit into his mouth.
the gasp that ripped out of you was enough to bring his attention back to your messy paint covered face, “sorry baby hands are bit messy…just my mouth today.”
you didn’t even get enough time to respond, his mouth catching back on your mound as his teeth grazed your clit, arms wrapping around your legs as you arched up into his hold.
his tongue split through your folds expertly dipping into your gummy walls forcing a wanton moan put your mouth as you felt something cold in amongst his hot tongue.
“cho..do you have ice?” you asked breathlessly, gripping at his hair to hear him moaning out against your hot cunt.
his tongue lulled out at he watched you, the light glinting against his silver piercing.
“oh fuck.”
even with your hands slipped in between his buns, choso slipped back into position, snug between your thighs clenching at his head. giving your inner thigh a light kiss before descending back in.
it was probably the mix of the ac blasting up ahead, the coolness of the paint drying on your skin, how big choso was between your legs he basically forced you open, and the pressure he held on your stomach with painted hand with his tongue flicking that the other that made you come undone as fast as you did.
he didn’t even let up yet, still licking and sucking as you dropped and wrtithed against his mouth before finally coming up, mouth still wet from your essence.
his eyes darted all over your covered body as if to lock this into his memory of what he did to you.
⌗ ⠀ dean winchester ⠀ ✗ ⠀𝒇 ! reader . ⠀ 𓊈 ⠀established relationship ༝ woc ! reader in mind <33 ༝ fluff fluff fluff!!! ༝ suggestive ( just a bit ) ༝ reader is abled - bodied ༝ no use of y / n ⠀𓊉 ⠀ ✴︎ ⠀ 𝒎𝓲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 .
⠀ ⠀ 𝑹𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙾 ⠀ ⠀ ♱ ⠀ ⠀ : ⠀ some letters were inspired by this sfw alphabet list . ⠀ i hope you guys are loving this format , it took me sooo much time to do this and it turned out great so enjoy :33
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!
A, ⠀ AFFECTION ⠀: ⠀how affectionate is he ?
⠀ dean is the kind of person who shows his affection by doing things for you . helps your hair care , pick things up for you is they are placed somewhere you can not reach . . goes to the grocery store and bring you whatever thing was missing without even asking bc yeah , he noticed your favorite cereal brand — if you eat cereals for breakfast — was missing .
⠀ loves pda ⠀ ,doesn’t mind kissing you in public. holds your hand sometimes & pulls you into his lap just to wrap his arms around you even if there’s available places near you .
B, ⠀ BEACH DAY ⠀ : ⠀ how he spend a day at the beach w / you ?
⠀ not so secretly dreamed about going to the beach because well, ⠀ he never had a chance to because of hunting . when you tell him about some trip in florida he gets excited and immediately pack everything he thinks he’s gonna need to ( genuinely think he was the type of kid to love that , if j*hn ever took sam and him to the beach )
⠀ ofc he brings beer, ⠀ as much as he loves you he also loves beer . a lot of . . other drinks like colas or juices because he knows both of yoy would want something sweet at some point .
⠀ heart eyes at your bikini set . literally . you’re already beautiful with clothes on but with less that’s even better . you insisted on not showing him until you guys arrive and this had been for the best because he’s never seen that bathing suit on you before
⠀ is the kind of person who would throw you in the water but since you don’t like your hair getting wet with the salty water , he just splash some on places that doesn’t bother you .
⠀ kissing ⠀ in ⠀ the ⠀ water ⠀ !!! ⠀ yeah he’d hold your hand sometimes very close to him , your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands are settled on your lower back . soft pecks, ⠀ then sloppy kisses but you gotta keep it pg so you stop for a moment and just hold each other in a comfortable silence while the waves rocks you two .
⠀ lazy napping on the beach towel . . ⠀ dean sleeps on his stomach beside you. his hand is on your stomach while you sleep or tan next to him .
⠀ at some point, ⠀ he gets hitted on by a few old ladies who thinks he’s charming ( who doesn’t i don’t blamed them frl ) .
C, ⠀ CUDDLES ⠀ : ⠀ does he like cuddling ? how he get it done ?
⠀ you better be joking ⠀ … ⠀ he LOVES cuddling . he’s a teddy actually .
⠀ surprising ? no . he’s just a traumatized person who never had comfort or kindness in anything but drinking ( i’m not letting him get away with his raging alcoholism ) . so, ⠀ the first time you guys cuddled he was melting ⠀ !!
⠀ loves back hugging you, ⠀ especially when you’re busy making yourself a snack of getting ready in the bathroom . he just comes and wraps his arms around you, hands on your lower belly. chin tucked in your neck, he leaves a few kisses there . or just put his chin over your shoulder and says nothing.
⠀ in bed, ⠀ he loves being the big and small spoon . depends of the days. ⠀ if it’s after a bad hunt or some other bad stuff, he’ll just lay on his side and waits for you to join him in bed to cuddle him from behind. your hand caress his arm to soothe his anxiety away until you fall asleep ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ on good days, he snuggles behind you and hum the smell of your the natural products you used to take care of your curls. take advantage of the comfortable position to sweet talking you into whatever stuff he saw on the net and wanted to try with you .
D, ⠀ DOMESTIC ⠀ : ⠀ does he want to settle down ? is he good at cooking and cleaning ?
⠀ it was so bad with lisa…but this time if it wasn’t to keep some promise to his brother : he’s 1OO% sure to want to settled down with you, especially if you’ve been dating for a long time now .
⠀ surprisingly a decent cook . and when i say decent, he can make easy things that doesn’t need much of a recipe or attention . but he can also follow a cooking book and the food can turn out … great ?
⠀ don’t ask him about cleaning he barely knows a thing about ironing ( i think he just knows how to iron his ugly ass flannels tbf ) . he’d another aftermath of growing up with a father who doesn’t really about anything else other than hunting to avenge his late wife and his sons he barely takes care of …
⠀ bet he would 1OO% ask sam stuffs because he knows his brother is the type to know a thing or two about house maintenance
E, ⠀ EARLY MORNINGS ⠀ : ⠀ how would he spent them with you ?
⠀ loves to make you breakfast, ⠀ prepare some coffee while he’s doing it so he can drink it with you while you eat .
⠀ is a clingy cuddler on early mornings too; ⠀ hold you tighter just for you to stay a while longer with him .
⠀ hates waking up and feel the lingering warmth of your body upon the empty sheets beside him. it sometimes that makes him panic
⠀ after your breakfast you guys share the bathroom while getting ready; him showering while you do your skincare or vice-versa ⠀ .
F, ⠀ FIRST KISS ⠀ : ⠀ how was the first time you two kissed ? how did he feel about it ?
⠀ nervous . he had kissed so many people, had sex even but he could fathom to kiss you without feeling his cheeks heat up . that was so ridiculous the way he longed for your lips against his .
⠀ when it did happen, it was right after he came back from purgatory . he just showed up on your doorstep randomly and you were the one to initiate it . you didn’t even care that he was dirty and covered in blood, smelling like nothing his usual cheap perfume you liked .
⠀ he reciprocated it immediately and he couldn’t be happier even given to what he had just been through by loosing castiel again . .
G, ⠀ GROCERY ⠀ : ⠀ what’s shopping like with him ?
⠀ he doesn’t really like that but a man gotta eat .
⠀ if he goes with you, ⠀ you’re just gonna bother him with his unhealthy food habits . but since it’s you he can make an effort .
⠀ just the guy who push the shopping cart behind you, ⠀ picks up things he knows you probably forgot about .
⠀ obviously he can’t help but put a pack of his favorite beer in the cart along with chocolate bars and a few snacks .
H, ⠀ HONESTY ⠀ : ⠀ is he honest in your relationship ? does he struggle to communicate ?
⠀ dean has a gold medal in miscommunication . really . ask him about your outfit he’ll most likely tell you the truth, but if it’s about how he’s doing lately you better forget about it .
⠀ struggles a lot to open up . he hates it and he likes the fact that you never force him and wait for him to take the first step .
⠀ when he does, ⠀ he makes sure you’re completely alone and comfortable . then he just vent to you .
⠀ about your relationship ? it’s something else . whenever it’s about his feelings for you he doesn’t wanna mess up and tries his best to communicate .
I, ⠀ I LOVE YOU ⠀ : ⠀ how fast did he say the l - word ?
⠀ it took him a very looong time to say it . words are already not his best weapon, ⠀ imagine if he has ro confess his love ?
⠀ but he finally said it around 4-5 months after you established a relationship with him . well he didn’t really said the word, he just stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world .
⠀ then ⠀ … ⠀ he doesn’t say it much, only in moments where it really counts . sometimes when you guys are being intimate like having sex, ⠀ for instance .
J, ⠀ JEALOUSY ⠀ : ⠀ how jealous does he gets ? what does he do when he’s jealous ?
⠀ he just becomes quiet until he can finally be a little bit petty about by throwing sarcasm around .
⠀ tbf it’s not that bad, ⠀ he only get jealous when someone’s unrelentlessly flirting with you or that people are watching you a bit too much for his liking but he doesn’t blame them; you’re beautiful and if he was them ? ⠀ he’d admire you too .
K, ⠀ KISSING ⠀ : ⠀ what are their kisses like ? where do they like to kiss you ? where do they like to be kissed ?
⠀ he’s a good kisser; ⠀ gentle and slow … most of the time ! ⠀ but they’re always soft or brief
⠀ except when he’s needy but that’d be for another kind of alphabet .
⠀ he loves to kiss you on your stomach and shoulder, ⠀ especially shoulder . he nibbles it, kiss it then spread a few seductive words against your bare / clothed skin .
⠀ loves to be kissed on the cheek . nothing unique . also his biceps and neck where it gets him hot .
L, ⠀ LITTLE ONES ⠀ : ⠀ how good is he around children ?
⠀ he’s so good it made you have the nastiest ugly fever .
⠀ obviously gentle with them and never hesitate to help me . he probably do it because he secretly wish he still had that innocence back then but it’s gone, ⠀ forever .
⠀ loves to be called uncle dean or mister by a random kid . he feels so paternal afterwards ( it’s unconscious tho )
⠀ can handle babies very well . he knows how to calm them, when they’re hungry…he plays with them if he needs to . also a pro at putting them to bed <33
⠀ ⠀𓂅 ⠀ ⠀sfw alphabet, part 2 ༝ more dean works ༝ masterlist ⠀.
⠀⠀ 𝒾.⠀ 𓂅 ⠀·⠀⠀⠀ 𝒕𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⠀ : @pittsick @rh1nestcned @cup1dssorrow @faiux @mtcloudsworld @nuitts @lilahthedoll , ⠀𓊆 to be added to the taglist , comment under this post or fill up the form 𓊇⠀.
☆ through this blog our aim is to give the community a transparent and open-ended outlet for readers to have close up look to the creative process of writers in the community through an interview style conversation !
☆ run by: @miitoru & @kaevia
more info below ↴
# 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖯𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖲
how can i apply ?/how can i request someone ?
send us an ask or DM.
how many authors can i request?
it can be as much as 4, this due to time/availability reasons.
is this a multifandom blog ?
nope, at the moment we are focusing on the jjk community.
can multifandom blogs apply or be requested ?
absolutely ! but a requirement is to write for jjk.
will you branch out to other fandoms ?
maybe/probably. we haven't decided yet.
who can apply ?
small, starting, rising, established and known writers.
what type of blogs will you interview ?
any type of blog that does not fall under the categories in the 'few disclaimers' section. but it includes blogs that do, smau's, one shots, series, sfw & nsfw.
can i ask for an interview for myself ?
absolutely ! please don't shy away from contacting us, it's not cringe and it's not desperate. the goal is to give visibility to up and coming writers and to learn from more established writers to keep growing. spreading art is a gift.
through which means will the interview will be done ?
it can be through direct Tumblr DMs or discord.
are there pre-made questions or is it in a go with the flow ?
there are pre established questions set up but as we ask and receive answers additional questions may rise.
can anons/requesters bring us questions about anything (be it about a series or one shot) in specific from the author they're requesting ?
absolutely ! you can send in your own questions to add to our pre-established list !
can i decline being interviewed ?
yes.
is this blog only going to upload the interview and nothing more ?
no ! we will constantly reblog new pieces of smaller writers, so we encourage readers and writers to follow the blog along to discover new writers and people to create a community.
what made you two decide to make this blog ?
so, seeing the whole debacle started by the gossip blogs, ngl, we lurked and saw how many authors were accused of publishing stories with ai solely or with ai assistance and how rightfully pissed off they were. or how many writers are feeling defeated with having zero growth/engagement on the platform. so the idea came up to give them a voice and common ground.
what is your stance on generative ai ?
it's shit from the ass.
can minors interact with this blog ?
we might host nsfw, so no.
when will you post the interviews?
we will be posting interviews friday through the weekend
☆ if any further questions arise, send us an ask or dm !
# 𝖠 𝖥𝖤𝖶 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖲 !
☆ this is a side blog so likes/follows/dms will come from my main (miitoru) or through khaevia, thank you tumblr. also due to this there is no obligation for you to follow my main (miitoru), like at all, although we appreciate if you follow this one (throughsixeyes).
☆THIS IS NOT A GOSSIP BLOG 😭🙏
☆ we do not interview known problematic people for whatever reason (be it to clarify 'drama' or anything related to such) as that is not the purpouse of this blog. and the one's that we may interview but may have been roped into controversies might feel uncomfortable reliving that period of time so we don't ask anything relating to a situation that might have occurred.
☆ we will go through a thorough investigation on the author before we reach out with our 'interview-ish' style questions.
☆ we reserve the right to comply with an author or reader's request we feel uncomfortable engaging with. that may be due to a variety of factors like: extreme content, fetishizing content (more on these past two here), generative ai authors or use generative ai in any way, known to have horrible behavior/attitude, or have plagerized other creators/literature etc.
☆ we wont be interviewing strictly mini drabble blogs, we apologize for that but we have our own criticism on that topic.
☆ we are not liable if the author we feature here turned out to be problematic or venture into problematic behaviors in the future, clearly we had no idea if the situation arises and maybe throughout the investigation we missed something. what we can do in response is to just delete the content promoted here.
# 𝖨𝖬𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖪𝖲
The writer's guild stance on generative AI: https://authorsguild.org/resource/ai-best-practices-for-authors/
relevant tags: #🌐throughsixeyesinfo #👥questions
#🔎
Ellipsus survey on the rise of generative AI: https://www.tumblr.com/ellipsus-writes/814445896842559488/right-yall-we-worked-our-way-though-over
Writing website against generative AI scraping: https://ellipsus.com/
pope leo's encyclical: MAGNIFICA HUMANITAS: ON SAFEGUARDING THE HUMAN PERSON IN THE TIME OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE (i (ria) may not be a practicing catholic anymore but this man is right)
𝒞 ˳ CRAVE ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀@yenayaps ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀ceo gojo will never get old, and the way yena writes him in this fanfic had me drooling like a waterfall from both lips, and he's a soft yan!jo ooo ⏖
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶⠀⠀link⠀ ݁⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂂
𝒞 ˳ academic misconduct ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀@nanamisbbygirl ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀I don't like the gojo twins but guys TRSUT ME when I say this fanfic changes lives, I love Satoru Gojo, go support this fanfic now I need the next chapter bruh ⏖
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶⠀⠀link⠀ ݁⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂂
𝒞 ˳ tokyo drift ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀@neossence ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀ jjk men in illegal street racing does something to me... also THE SUGURU GETO PART? HAD ME SPREADING MY LEGS LIKE YES PAPIIII ⏖
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶⠀⠀link⠀ ݁⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂂
𝒞 ˳ read reciepts ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀@sxtellary ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀bro... this is THE BEST FANFICTION IVE EVER READ. I'm not joking or exaggerating, this one had Yandere!gojo and psychopath!gojo and it's literally so peak, trust me when I say you won't regret reading this, JUST TRYYYY ⏖
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶⠀⠀link⠀ ݁⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂂
𝒞 ˳ rumor has it ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀@tojicide ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀VICKIE YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN *dusts off hands* ladies and gentlemen, may I show you all one of the most well written richboy!gojo fics of this year. Academy award. I also got sad at the sukuna part because he's hot but wtv ⏖
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶⠀⠀link⠀ ݁⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂂
𝒞 ˳ business or pleasure? ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀@yailuxe ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀I read this fic half asleep after one of my tests and needless to say that nanami kento got a few rubbed out of me that night, the tension written into this fic is INSANEEE omg must read ⏖
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶⠀⠀link⠀ ݁⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂂
𝒞 ˳ Venus as a boy ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀@satofuu ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀ NERDJO NERD JO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO NERDJO ⏖
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶⠀⠀link⠀ ݁⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂂
𝒞 ˳ frat bro turned dad of the year ⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀@meowharaga ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀ I read the first chapter a few weeks ago and I was HOOKED, they way this person writes sukuna in a modern au is so spot on and im BUZZINGGGG for the next update omfg ⏖
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︶⠀⠀link⠀ ݁⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓂂
⠀⠀ ۫ ⊹ drabbles 命
◟ ͜ , . suguru taking care of ur holes. ◜ ˚𝄞 @slvttyplums 𓈒
what are your fave small blogs or do you have any fic rec from small blogs? :3
:: ꒰ small / medium fic creators I <3⠀੭ ֹ.
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @sxtellary ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? mf she has such good long fics for jjk characters its crazy, and read reciepts their fic about serial killer gojo was INSANE. Like literally my top fic of the year, EASILY.
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @iamsoclone ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? also another creator with SUCH good long fics, im so surprised they're going kinda unnoticed because they're REALLY good at characterising the jjk men.
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @sugurusbadhabit ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? best small drabbles of jjk men I read, she's always in my tl anyways and I can thank satoruined for making me find out about THIS amazing author, best creator to follow if you like short smut drabbles like me
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @serpenttine ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? I HATE STREAMERS IWTH A PASSION BECAUSE THEYRE ALL PARASOCIAL BUT THIS FIC CHANGED MY LIFE AND IT CAN CHANGE URS TOO
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @bloomflix ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? I am the number one amortoru slash bloomflix slash angelkiyo glazer and I have never read better fics about naoya from anywhere else, follow ani and u won't regret it gang
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @aliienangel ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? probably one of the best sukuna writers in the game rn, don't even play w me about "ex for a reason" fic by them, i was giggling like a schoolgirl bruh
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @neossence ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? I read more of her lads work tbh but she did really good gojo fics from what i remember and CALEB BRO IM WET READING THIS
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @sukunaglazerrr ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? read husband!sukuna x reader who lost her memory and come back to me because YOU WILL NOT REGRET ITTTTTT ITS SOOOOO GOOD OMG
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @spacekittiesmeow ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? if you like zayne this is basically where we should all be checking in on daily because HOLYYYYY TAKE A LOOK AT THIS
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @kireampie ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? I saw her toji smut drabbles and busted all over the screen THEYRE SOOOO GOOD omg its a crime to not be in the big leagues for her
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @uzugeto ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? I like their longer fics for geto and sukuna theyre so yummyyyyy
ᕱᕱ ྀི. @djarinova ⠀ ⠀ ➼ ⠀why? the only odd ball here because i dont often reblog or post about on piece but i love their one piece fics so plz go check them out theyre so good
𑣲 send ask if you want different fic recommendations, or if you want your fic to be promoted !!!! ︵ Ꮺ
⋆˙⟡ sum. frat!sweetheart!shoko meets fem!black!reader at a frat party, reader is in an all fem sorority and they play spin the bottle, and it lands on you on shoko's turn .ᐟ and gojo and sukuna are egging you guys on....and you two end up making out and i mean panties off making out. requested by @snoopylace, made with my girl @wiinterz & @yuucide in mind . . .
⋆˙⟡ warnings. dumbification, spanking & marking, praise kink, bow nipple clamps (i swear my new obsession), alcohol and hard drugs, pussy slaps, pinv, pussy eating petnames like “doll”, slight breeding kink . . .
the sticky-sweet haze of cheap beer and cheaper weed clung to the frat house basement like a second skin.
music thumped, a relentless bassline vibrating through the soles of worn sneakers and bare feet alike.
shoko leaned against a damp cinderblock wall, the coolness a minor relief against the heat of too many bodies.
a plastic cup of something vaguely fruity and undoubtedly potent dangled from her fingers.
her gaze, sharp and observant even through the pleasant buzz, scanned the shifting crowd. that’s when she saw you.
you were a revelation amidst the frat boy chaos. draped in something silky that caught the fractured neon lights, your dark skin glowing, laughter like chimes cutting through the bass thrum as you talked with yuki from your sorority.
confidence radiated off you, a magnetic pull shoko felt deep in her gut. she took a slow sip, the sweet-burn liquor doing little to quench the sudden, sharper thirst.
"spin the bottle's gettin' wild, shoko!" gojo’s voice, loud and gleeful, cut through her contemplation.
he sprawled on a stained couch, sukuna beside him, both grinning with predatory amusement.
a circle had formed on the threadbare rug in the center of the room, littered with empty cups and the glint of a glass bottle. "your turn, sweetheart!"
geto, slightly less manic but no less entertained, nudged the bottle towards her. "c'mon, shoko. show 'em how it's done."
a chorus of whoops and whistles rose. shoko pushed off the wall, a slow, deliberate smirk playing on her lips.
the game was juvenile, sure, but the potential… oh, the potential was undeniable, especially with you sitting across the circle, watching her with dark, curious eyes that held a challenge.
she knelt, the rough carpet scratching her knees. with a flick of her wrist, the bottle spun, a blur of green glass catching the dim light.
the room held its breath, the music fading into a dull pulse in the background. round and round it went, slowing… slowing… until the neck pointed unerringly, inevitably, straight at you.
a collective gasp, then a roar erupted. gojo slammed his hands together. "hell yeah! pay up, sukuna!"
sukuna just chuckled low, his eyes fixed on the two of you. "knew it. look at 'em."
your sorority sisters giggled, pushing you gently forward. yuki winked. "go get your kiss, girl." you met shoko’s gaze, a slow, knowing smile spreading across your lips.
shoko felt a jolt of pure electricity crackle down her spine. she rose, moving with a lazy grace that belied the frantic pounding of her heart. the circle parted like the red sea as she closed the distance.
the noise faded to a distant hum. all shoko saw was you, the curve of your smile, the way your eyes dipped to her mouth and back up. "well now," shoko murmured, her voice a low, honeyed drawl that seemed to wrap around you both.
"looks like fate’s got a sweet tooth tonight, doll." she didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate.
one hand slid gently behind your neck, fingers tangling in the soft curls at your nape, pulling you in with just the right amount of pressure. the other settled possessively on your waist.
the first brush of lips was soft, tentative, a spark testing the fuse.
then you sighed against her mouth, opening slightly, and shoko dove in. it wasn't just a kiss; it was a claiming one.
her tongue swept against yours, hot and demanding, tasting the faint tang of whatever cocktail you’d been sipping mingled with something uniquely you.
your hands flew up, one clutching the soft fabric of her worn t-shirt over her shoulder, the other tangling in the messy strands of her dark hair, pulling her closer still.
a ragged cheer went up from gojo and sukuna. "that's it! show her how we do it, sweetheart!" sukuna’s voice was a dark rumble of approval. "fuckin' eat her, shoko!"
the encouragement, the raw voyeurism, poured gasoline on the fire already raging between you. the kiss deepened, turned filthy. tongues tangled, teeth nipped, breaths mingled in hot, ragged gasps.
shoko’s hand on your waist slid lower, fingers digging into the soft curve of your hip, pulling you flush against her.
you could feel the hard line of her thigh pressing insistently between yours, the unmistakable ridge of her arousal straining against her jeans.
a moan, low and desperate, vibrated from your throat into hers.
shoko broke the kiss just long enough to trail her lips down the column of your throat, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath your ear. "sound so pretty," she breathed, her voice thick with want. "wanna hear more, doll. wanna hear you scream." her hand slid from your hip, skimming down the outside of your thigh, then boldly inward, fingertips brushing the damp heat radiating through the thin silk of your panties.
you arched against her, a whimper escaping as her fingers pressed firmly against your clothed core.
"off!" gojo yelled, pounding the arm of the couch. "panties off! rules of the bottle!"
sukuna leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "yeah, sweetheart. show us what you got."
fueled by the booze, the pulsing music, and the sheer, overwhelming need radiating from shoko’s touch, you didn't hesitate.
your hands, trembling slightly, found the waistband of your panties. shoko watched, her breath catching, as you hooked your thumbs and shimmied them down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles before kicking them aside.
the cool basement air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver, but shoko’s hot gaze felt like a brand.
"fuck," shoko groaned, the word ripped from her throat. her hand returned instantly, no longer hindered by fabric.
her long fingers, slid through your slick folds with intimate knowledge. "soakin' wet just from kissin' me?" she teased, her thumb finding your swollen clit and circling it with delicious, torturous pressure. "such a good girl for me."
the praise, dripping with that southern sweetness, sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through you.
you bucked against her hand, crying out as her fingers dipped lower, sliding easily into your tight, clutching heat. two fingers, curling deep, finding that spot that made your vision blur.
"look at that," sukuna muttered, his voice rough. "sweetheart knows her way around a cunt."
shoko’s other hand gripped your ass, pulling you harder onto her thrusting fingers. "gonna make you cum just like this," she promised, her lips brushing your ear, her breath hot. "right here, with everyone watchin'. wanna feel you clamp down on my fingers, doll."
her thumb pressed harder on your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles while her fingers pumped relentlessly inside you.
the dual sensation, the public voyeurism orchestrated by gojo and sukuna’s crude cheers, the sheer intensity of shoko’s focus... it was too much.
your legs trembled, a high-pitched keen tore from your lips as your orgasm slammed into you, violent and shuddering..
you collapsed forward against shoko, your forehead pressed to her shoulder as waves of pleasure washed over you, your inner walls fluttering wildly around her still-moving fingers.
shoko held you through it, murmuring soft, filthy praise against your hair. "there you go, pretty thing. took it so good." she slowly withdrew her fingers, glistening with your release, and brought them to her lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate obscenity that drew another groan from gojo.
the taste of you, musky and sweet, flooded her mouth, igniting a fresh, desperate hunger.
without a word, shoko guided you down onto the surprisingly soft rug, pushing you back gently. she followed, settling between your spread thighs.
the basement lights caught the glint of something metallic in her hand... small, delicate bow-shaped nipple clamps she’d produced from her pocket. "gonna decorate you, doll," she murmured, her voice thick with lust.
"make you mine for the night." the cool metal touched your left nipple first, then the right, the sudden bite of pressure making you gasp, followed by a deep throb of intense sensation that radiated straight to your core.
the little bows sat perched, a pretty contrast to the raw need in her eyes.
she leaned down, her mouth replacing her fingers, tongue laving broad, wet stripes through your soaked folds before zeroing in on your clit. she sucked it into her mouth, hard, flicking her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud.
the clamps sent jolts of electricity with every pull of her mouth. you writhed, fingers scrabbling in the rug, moans pouring out of you unchecked. shoko feasted, her tongue delving deep inside you, then swirling around your entrance, then back to torture your clit.
she added a finger, then two, curling upwards, fucking you in time with the ruthless suction of her mouth. the sounds were obscene. wet, slurping, your desperate cries, the low growls of satisfaction coming from shoko’s throat, punctuated by gojo’s enthusiastic commentary and sukuna’s dark chuckles.
another orgasm built, faster, harder this time, coiling tight in your belly. "shoko… please…" you begged, your voice ragged.
she lifted her head, lips glistening, eyes dark pools of hunger. "please what, doll? wanna cum again?" she gave your clit one final, sharp suck that had you arching off the rug. "do it. cum on my tongue." the command, coupled with the renewed thrust of her fingers and the insistent pull of the clamps, shattered you. your back bowed, a guttural cry ripped from your throat as bliss detonated, flooding shoko’s mouth, dripping down her chin. she drank you down, relentless, until the last tremor subsided.
panting, shoko sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
her gaze, heavy-lidded and predatory, raked over your trembling form, the pretty bows adorning your breasts, the glistening mess between your thighs. gojo whistled low and long. sukuna just smirked. "told you she could eat."
shoko ignored them, her focus solely on you. her fingers, still slick, trailed down your belly, over your mound, dipping briefly into your soaked entrance before lifting.
with a sharp, stinging crack, her palm connected with your outer labia. a pussy slap that sent a jolt of shock and intense, unexpected pleasure radiating through your oversensitive flesh. you yelped, then moaned, the sting fading into a deep, resonant throb.
"markin' you," shoko stated, her voice rough. "so you remember who made you feel this good." her hand rubbed the stinging flesh gently now, soothing it even as she stoked the fire anew. her other hand fumbled with her own jeans, popping the button, dragging down the zipper.
the thick, hard length of her dick sprang free, glistening with precum, anticipation thick in the humid air.
she gripped the base, the harness straps visible under her shirt. "ready for more, doll?" she asked, the head pressing insistently against your swollen, sensitive entrance. "gonna fill you up proper now. breed this sweet cunt 'til you can't think straight."
the promise, the crude, primal threat wrapped in that honeyed drawl, combined with the lingering sting and the relentless ache the clamps induced, pushed you beyond coherent thought. you were liquid heat, dumb with pleasure, needing only her. "yes," you gasped, spreading your legs wider, lifting your hips in shameless invitation. "please, shoko… fuck me… breed me…"
with a groan that sounded like victory, shoko leaned forward, bracing one hand beside your head. the thick head her dick nudged past your entrance, stretching you deliciously wide.
she pushed forward slowly, relentlessly, burying herself to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke that stole your breath.
you felt impossibly full, stretched tight around her dick, every ridge and vein a brand new sensation amplified by your sensitivity. she held still for a moment, buried deep, letting you feel every inch, her forehead pressed to yours, her breath hot on your face.
"so fuckin' tight," she rasped. "grippin' me like a dream." then she pulled back, almost all the way out, before slamming home again. hard.
the force rocked you, the slap of her hips against your ass echoing in the suddenly quiet corner of the basement where everyone watched, rapt. she set a brutal, punishing pace, each deep thrust hitting your cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your core.
the clamps tugged with every powerful drive of her hips, sending sparks flying behind your eyelids. her hand slid under your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle, driving the thick length even deeper, grinding against that spot inside you that felt like pure, liquid fire.
"take it," she growled, her voice strained with effort and lust. "take every fuckin' inch, doll. milk it dry." her thrusts became erratic, frantic.
you were babbling, nonsensical pleas and moans tumbling from your lips, lost in the sensation of being utterly claimed, fucked dumb on a frat house floor. the sounds filled the space.
the wet slap of skin on skin, shoko’s ragged grunts, your high-pitched cries, the low hum of the crowd watching your descent into pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
shoko’s rhythm stuttered, her hips snapping forward with desperate force, burying herself deep as a guttural groan tore from her chest. she ground against you, her body shuddering as she rode out the powerful simulation of her own climax.
she collapsed forward slightly, her weight pressing you into the rug, her breath hot and ragged against your neck, her dick still buried deep within your pulsing, clenching heat. the little bows on your nipples trembled with each heaving breath you both took.
gojo whooped. sukuna chuckled darkly. "damn, sweetheart. left her speechless." shoko just nuzzled your neck, her lips brushing your sweat-damp skin, a low, satisfied hum vibrating against you. "good girl," she murmured, the honeyed drawl thick with exhaustion and possession. "my good, dumb little doll."
i hate when people touch me, from a pat on the shoulder to a random hug from my grandma. i told my friend i love hugs because saying i hate them would go too far because i don't harbor a real hatred, it just comes up in the way i tense for a moment whenever a family member touches my hand or hugs me from the side. in the way i get pissed off enough to shout when they keep touching me, and hurt them how i always do. i don't hate hugs. i never did. i just picked up on how to tense just right when someone hugs me unless i take the initiative to when i feel it's right. when a friend's crying. or someone's sad. i never understood how people fell asleep in each other's arms, i don't think i ever will. maybe that will change. maybe it won't. so i'll just keep tensing in the arms of the people i really do love until i find someone who doesn't generate the same response. hopefully i find them.
