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hqkalon · 2 months

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can i request riding choso while he’s high 🌚

❝ DRUGS 'N HELLA MELODIES ! ❞

𐚁̸ featuring. choso kamo.

𐚁̸ warnings. explicit content, foul language, substance consumption (weed), cunningulus, shotgunning, light dom/sub undertones, sex under the influence, established relationship, choso has a tongue piercing, cowgirl riding, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding, afab!reader.

𐚁̸ rena's note. i was bullied into writing this… i don’t like it that much :(

“now stick out your tongue f’me. . . mhm, make sure ‘s nice n’ wet, yeah?”

your tongue darts out of your mouth, peeking past your kiss-bitten lips and lolls out. you feel a firm hand cup at your jaw, fingers steadying your stance with the gentleness of the pad of his thumb grazing at your skin. the coolness of silver jewellery blends alarmingly well with the heat emitting from his trailing touches up the column of your neck.

when the tip of your tongue lands on the corner of the rolling paper, you’re hit with a distinctive earthy taste– one that has you delirious in its addictive familiarity. the tobacco darkens as it soaks in your saliva, your tongue swiping from one corner to another.

you don’t miss the way he stares at your every movement, lust and desire swimming in hypnotic violet orbs. choso watches you with want, thumb hooking at your bottom lip when you pull away from the rolling paper, a filthy string of saliva connecting between you and the backwood.

“there’s my good girl.” he praises your good work, honeyed words rumbling out of his chest like a mantra. he runs the pad of his thumb at your bottom lip, collecting some of your fallen drool at his skin. the warmth of his palm at your cheek has you leaning into his touch, nuzzling your nose into his palm as siren eyes return his sensual gaze back.

choso is a very weak man whenever it comes to you. you remain mute, the slow fluttering of your lashes and the intensity of your gaze doing the speaking for you. he can feel your panties dampening against the material of his sweats, leaving a trail of your arousal at his thigh. he had done light foreplay on you earlier– certainly not enough to get you this wet, but he supposes you’re just as weak as he is– and greedy too.

“promise i’ll take care of you baby– just the way y’love it,” he reassures you, lightly nipping at your lip with his thumb and forefinger. he rolls the plushness in between his digits and tugs on it lightly, much to your dismay, if the way you pouted said anything.

“but let’s get some sativa in your system first, hm? ‘s gonna have you feelin’ like y’re floatin’.”

he pulls away from your face in favour to steady his hold on the blunt, before bringing it to his own lips. he never once looks away from you, his eye contact so prominent it nearly makes you shy when he drags his own tongue to coat the paper where you once had.

his pink tongue seals the blunt together eloquently and with practised ease, pupils blown and strong as they stare into yours. you see the twinkle of the shiny jewellery sitting in the muscle, tauntilizing you.

you can’t help it when you bite your bottom lip, core tightening in lust and envy, as you soon wish he’d been going down on you this way. all clear and focused– though his tongue control is precise and messy with spit.

you huff, hands caressing at his bare pecs, gently scratching his skin beneath your nails. it sounds silly as soon as the sentence leaves your lips, but the subtle grinding of your hips into his reveals the truth behind your words before they need to come out. “stop teasing– thought you were s’posed to be nice t’me, cho.”

he pulls away from the blunt, tilting his head in confusion at your statement. “but baby– i am nice to you.” his fingers maneuver the blunt with care, sealing it with ease. you watch with a pout as he sighs, twirling the joint between his knuckles, before leaning back into the couch, though his hands never trail too far from your body.

you narrow your eyes at him, never wavering and choso chuckles at your impatience, running a hand through wild locks. “alright, alright– ‘m sorry baby, now c’mere and let’s light this shit up. ‘m ready to fuck you stupid now.”

those were just the words you’d been wanting to hear, and if you eagerly whipped out the lighter from where they sat in the crevice of your breast, your boyfriend makes no note to comment on it. you roll your thumb and watch the fire ignite to life, flames showcasing a mesmerzing blend of a fiery red and orange.

when choso places the blunt in between his mouth, you know that’s your cue, bringing the flames to the adjacent end. the crisp sound of your blunt burning as it glows a cherry red tells a tale– with furrowed brows, choso inhales the smoke the blunt releases and feels as it fills his lungs. you pull the lighter away from him, chucking it to the side of the couch, before redirecting your attention to your boyfriend.

you watch dreamily as he parts his mouth and ghost inhales, the cloud of smoke compressed and it vanishes as quick as it came. he stares at you with low lidded eyes, tilts his head to the side as beckons you to come closer with two fingers. the smile that creeps at your face mirrors his own, a charming smirk etched onto his flushed out face. you comply with his unspoken request, leaning forward and pressing your chest against his own.

his hand cups at your jaw and slides his lips over yours, and you mimic his movements, accepting the warmth of smoke that was exhaled into your mouth. you feel your lids close at the euphoric feeling, your body conditioned to the bliss brought by sativa weed, limbs already falling limp. it doesn’t help when you feel his hand creep in between your thighs, knuckles teasing rubbing at your clothed clit and fingers toying with the flimsy material of your panties.

you moan, arching your chest into his as your back dips into a beautiful curve– you drag your hips forward, your body chasing after the source of this euphoria stroking at your swollen bundle of nerves. he soothes the ache at your pussy, rubbing at your damp folds with his forefingers, knuckles glistening with your arousal.

“can you hold this for me, doll?” choso grumbles, voice low and deep, and reverbrets against your chest. he hands you the blunt, and it nearly escapes your grasp when he redirects his focus to your cunt, pushing the flimsy material aside. you gasp when the cool air of the living room breezes past your folds, and you clench your pussy around nothing at the sudden exposition.

your clit drools slick down his lap, and choso watches with blown pupils as you drip down his thighs. you’re borderline embarrassed by his sudden quietness, but the way he darts his tongue across his bottom lip and the hardness of his cock stirring to life against your inner thigh says enough.

your hand is shaky as you bring the blunt to your lips, stomach tightening as you desperately chase his fingers once more with your hips, “mmh, hurry up baby– needa feel you right now!”

“i know, i know. . .” his breath is warm in the crook of your neck, lips latching at the supple flesh of your jugular. he nips and nibbles at your skin, inhaling your musk and letting it simmer in all of his senses. you’re smooth and soft– though littered in bites and hickeys, you’re still as perfect as they come, and if you continued to tell him what to do in that breathless voice you put on– there’s no telling how his body would betray him. he’s still a man at the end of the day.

the butt of your blunt glows red as you suck, inhaling a hefty amount of smoke. once enough has entered your system, you pull the blunt away and let the sativa course its way into your veins– the blissful sentiment of peace and lightweightedness simmering in your bones. your body soon begins to feel limp, out of your control in a way that doesn’t stress you but instead turns you on– every emotion felt amplified off the drug.

it’s as if you feel him everywhere at once–his fleeting touches begin from your backside, and he rubs the softness of your bare thighs, trails his hands up to your navel and lands on your chest, groping the plush mounds against your lace bra. his breathing against your collarbone turns moist as he coats your skin in saliva, sensual kisses at all of your sensitive areas leave goosebumps where his kisses follow. he’s everywhere, and his touches feel electrifying against your hot skin, sending jolts of shivers down your spine.

“ngh– feels ‘s gooddd,” your words begin to slur, heavy on your tongue but mind incredibly light. you rut your hips against his fingers like a dog in heat, the contact between his fingertips rubbing at your clit at this angle driving your brain to mush. he was hardly doing anything, and the most minimal contact in this state had already stupid.

“yeah, that’s right mama. . . just relax and lemme take care of you.” he slips in his middle and ring fingers first, past your folds and into your warm cave. you whine, body tensing as your muscles clamp down on his digits. the intrusion feels overwhelming despite past experience, but is definitely welcomed, as he works into your pussy, knuckles rubbing at the spongy walls entrapping him in.

the blunt sizzles and soon enough dies as it's shared between you both, taking enough hits to equally share the high. choso multitasks between accepting the puff you blow into his mouth and scissoring your tight cunt open, preparing you for upcoming events. he’s painfully hard as the sativa in his blood rushes all the way to his shaft– it sits bricked and heavy against his thigh, and you’re drooling and whining, gripping at his biceps and tugging at his locks just the way he likes it– he’s battling demons to avoid creaming his pants.

he watches you through low lidded eyes, and how your body reacts to each drag of his fingers into your cunt. he takes his time with you– fingering your pussy knuckles deep with precision, every stroke with intention and desires to make you come undone. your thighs tremble and your back arches, your head hangs back as your arms tighten around his neck, pulling him deeper into your embrace. you’re oddly more vocal, jaw slackened as words babble past your lips and dissipate into thin air.

he knows your body inside out, and so when he curls his fingers and repeatedly abuses your golden spot, he anticipates the squeal you let out, fingernails clawing at his mahogany tresses as your folds latch greedily onto his fingers. your squelches fill the room, a naturally produced sound so filthy it makes his mouth run dry and balls tighten pervertedly.

“‘s coming– oh god cho, fuuuck, ‘m cumming– hnng!” you moan as the knot in your stomach finally snaps and releases the dam. and when the orgasm does hit you, you swear you feel an out-of-body experience, momentarily. your mind is fuzzy, clouded with weed and the ultimate desire to cum– and for the slightest moment, you think about absolutely nothing at all.

your orgasm is pulled right out of you as is your soul, all in the hands of your lover as he draws you to that orgasmic finish line. you feel tingles creep at every extremity of your limbs, a buzz striking you from the top of your head to the top of your toes, as your cunt clenches down and leaks your fluids all over his sweats. you grind against his fingers, coming down from that high as your skin fleets tremors of electricity.

from beneath you, choso gawks at your beauty. you’re stunning– skin flushed from marijuana and tacky from sweat accumulating but god, you looked like you were glowing. lips parted and glossy, whining and voice throaty as it broke into melodic moans. “my beautiful girl– makin’ a mess all over me. . . go on princess, lemme know who’s makin’ you feel this good, yeah?”

“‘s youuu, only you baby– makin’ it s-so good!” you nod your head, sating his ego as you babble your answer. drool leaks past your lips and dribbles to your chin, trailing downward to the crevice of your boobs.

it’s only then he realises the state of your chest and expertly unclasps the bra with a hand. with your chest now freed, they bounce from the sudden release, and the buds immediately harden from the coolness of the breeze in the room. it’s a no-brainer when choso latches his lips around the stiff bud, nipping and sucking at your nipple while his other hand works at massaging the tender mound.

he moans greedily around your chest, his tongue flat and heavy against your skin as he savours the taste of your skin. he feels as though his senses are heightened– every particle of your body leaves a distinct taste on his tongue, one that is so undoubtedly you, that his cock strains in his sweats, a damp spot amongst the other ones on his lap from where his tip leaks beads of pre come against his lap.

“chosooo,” you whine, your hand slithering between your bodies and trailing down to the string of his sweatpants. despite having just came, your hunger for his dick grows the longer you wait, and so you take matters into your own hand.

time feels rather still, and you can’t tell if you’re actually moving or not– all slump in his hold, but you suppose you managed to grab ahold of his cock when you feel him release your tit with a pop! in favour of hissing at the contact. you’ve gathered slick at your fingertips, fisting around his lengthy dick before slowly pumping the inches.

your fluids lube his dick and ease the slide, your palm rubbing at the underside of his cock. you stroke him languidly, working your way up and down, fingertips reaching his tip and kneading at his slit with your thumb. choso jerks his hips up, always having been a victim to caving in to your touch. his abdominal muscles tense as he pants heavily, sweaty chest rising up and down.

“b-baby, if you keep– fuck, goin’ like that, ‘m gonna finish t-too soon.” he holds at your wrist, but makes no actual attempt to stop you. his skin flushes pink and his matted baby hairs stick to his forehead from sweat building at his hairline, eyebrows pinched in focus.

you hum, interlocking your fingers with his, continuing the jerking of his cock. you lean into his touch, resting your forehead against his and let your eyes fall shut. the sounds your boyfriend lets out from light touching alone makes your pussy wet in arousal yet again, roaring and eager to be filled to the brim with his cum.

“c’mon babyyy,” choso whines, hips rutting into both of your holds. his breath is warm and fans your face, lips ghosting right over yours as you feel the vibrations of his words land on your mouth. his eyes are hazy and you’re certain he’s somewhere floating on the same dimension you’d been when you were cumming just a while ago. “needa c-cum in your, ngh, pretty pussy–”

the guttural moan that chokes out of his throat doesn’t compare to the rush of hot cum that fills your inside as soon as he bottoms out. purple orbs roll to the back of his skull and he lifts his hips up, forcing you to elevate with him as you moan from the penetration. his cock pulsates and spurts loads of creamy cum into your pussy, balls tightening and releasing all the semen he had to offer. his hands grip your ass so tightly, you’re certain he’ll leave bruises.

“motherfucker, shit y/n, y’can’t just– oh fuckin’- ‘s so good, god baby!” curses slip past his lips, body seizing as every single muscle contracts from his orgasm. he’d never felt anything like it before– his toes curled, thighs trembling and balls painfully tight.

he’d never get used to how life-altering nestling in your cunt was, no matter how many times he’d break your pussy open. at the end of the day, you held the most power and control over him, clamping down on his cock so tightly, damn near snatching his soul out through his slit.

his whole body is shuddering, pink lips parted and you lean forward to slot your own lips against his, immediately licking at the roof of his mouth. he moans into you, hands moving up from your thighs to hold at your lower body and kneads the skin delicately, bringing you impossibly closer to him. he can feel your heartbeat thudding through your ribcage, and something about the closeness of your bodies indulges in the intimacy of the matter.

you pull away just barely, the both of you gasping as a string of saliva connects the bottom of both of your lips. you plant your palms against his pecs and push him to rest against the back of the sofa. he’s sprawled against the couch, but once more, his hands never leaving your body as they feel up on your backside. he stares at you in anticipation, chest heaving as he collects himself– he needs to get it together for your pleasure, it’s never about him but solely about you.

“y’better be ready for more. . .” you warn him, shifting your hips up as you feel him semen trickle out of your cunt and leak down to the base of his shaft. he winces when you slowly rock your hips, grinding back and forth on his sensitive dick. “‘cause ‘m far from finished baby– finish what you started.”

“you a-already know this dick ‘s all yours, love, so ride it like y’mean it,” his hands grip at the fat on your hips, guiding your body on his with his help. “don’t shy away now, princess.” it’s effortless, as he’s a rather strong man, and he helps you work your way back and forth, up and down, clockwise circles on his dick. he watches as you soak in the pleasure, head thrown back without a single care in the world, riding him like you needed to cum more than anything.

your breast ricochet with each bounce, jiggling as you hop up and down on his dick. the sounds your pussy makes are fucking lewd– squleches of his cum and your juices mixing at the base of his cock, the sound of your ass clapping echoes loudly, and lest he forgets the way your moans fuse into broken laughs, as if you’ve gone delirious already. as if he’s merely your sex toy, and you’re milking the shit out of him for your own pleasure.

your clit drags at his pelvis when you switch angles, and when you claw at his pectorals, his nipples get caught in your fingers– he’s remarkably embarrassed by the way he mewled at the frottage. your thighs strain as your movements never cease, your pussy sliding down his length entirely, covering every inch of his cock in your fluids. the circumference of the base of his dick is encircled in suds– a mixture of his cum and your slick, the blend sticking at your cunt and inner thighs with every bounce.

tears build in your lash line from the overwhelming pleasure, as your gut is knocked with a familiar tightening sensation. choso held onto the mounds of your ass tightly, whether it’d been to ground you from moving or holding onto dear life, you couldn’t tell, but he’d planted his heels to the carpet on the floor and decided he wanted in on it.

he fucks up into while you grind down– the synchronisation of your movements hitting harder as he’s penetrating deeper into you from this angle. your jaw slackens and your lids rest shut, your body working onto his shaft to bring you to that blissful orgasm. his cock sits heavy and pulsates against your walls, and everytime you arch your back in that specific way, you feel the tip of his dick kiss at your cervix.

it’s all too much, you’re uncertain if you can handle that constant pounding into your sweet spot– it brings stars and galaxies behind your lids, and you feel your soul being pulled to the core of the earth, limbs utterly useless as they fall prey to numbness.

your arms give out before you notice, but you don’t miss the stinging feeling in your scalp at your hair being pulled. you do notice choso has your hair in his grip, holding you up while his other hand pulls your body flush against his. his arm is securely wrapped around your waist, and your back arches as your vision is now limited to the ceiling of your house.

“just, fuck, hold on– promise ‘m gonna get you there, yeah?” he grumbles, breath hot and his voice low as it resonates against the shell of your ear. you mewl and nod your head, hands clawing at his biceps for support. he’s big and beefy beneath your touch, veins prominent and bulging at his pale skin.

choso holds weight to his promise as he slams into you, hips rutting up as he bottoms out entirely into your warm cunt. you scream as he pounds into your pussy, breast bouncing in his face as the skin of his thighs meet your ass in a loud echo. he feels his entire being crumble beneath you, stomach tightening the more you squeeze down on him and cry out his name.

his thrusts are fast and deep– you feel him all in your stomach, puncturing your womb roughly as you’re stuffed with his semen and cock, balls deep. the room reeks of sex and marijuana, but the odour is oddly comforting– so familiar that when a dribble of your sweat lands on his tongue as he laps up at your neck, the salty taste of your fluids drives him into a frenzy.

and it’s as if your souls truly are connected, because your body tenses and all of your muscles clench as you release your juices all over his lap when his semen also intrudes your womb once, rushes of hot cum flooding your pussy.

your moans blend into one, resonating a beautiful harmony into the stillness of your house, as it disappears into the darkness of the night. tears stream down your cheeks and you’re shuddering against him, your body jerking and stuttering in his hold while he empties his load yet again into you. his balls squeeze when you kegel on him, squirting as you clench your ass, grinding down on him to drag out the high even longer.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy– mine, a-all mine, wanna fuck you full of my nut—oh god, fuckin’ love you baby, jus’ take it all f’me— good girl.”

i still don’t like this or him.

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hqkalon · 2 months

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in which you ask sukuna if you’re his favorite of all his concubines. (just a cute lil drabble. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader, soft n sassy kuna +fluff! sukuna is obviously very comfortable with reader in this one.)

@hoshigray and i were talking about being sukuna’s favorite concubine and.. yes.

“ryo.” you murmur in a hushed tone, looking down at your hands. sukuna hums in response, his red eyes immediately flicker to your face. ”am i your favorite?”

you're propped up on one of sukuna's beefy thighs, plush legs sprawled across the other while two sets of strong arms are wrapped around your side. you loved to sit on his lap while he’s on his throne and he loved it too, maybe more than you did, even though he wouldn’t admit that.

there was a pause, a long moment of silence. you may be the only human that somehow always had the king of curses at a loss for words.

“..are you my favorite?” sukuna repeats, raising an eyebrow as if to confirm he’d heard correctly and when you nod eagerly, he just guffaws. “such trivial things you worry about, stupid woman. tch.”

the insult holds no malice, in fact his tone is rather soft. but his teasing never fails to humble you, make you feel small.

“well..” he starts, shifting your weight in his lap. “you’re the only human that’s allowed to sit on my lap,” thick, calloused fingers run along your legs and caress the soft skin of your thighs. you shiver, sukuna’s touch always had that effect on you.

he chuckles lowly before he continues. “..the only one to address me so casually.” and he flicks your forehead, rolling all his eyes when you hiss and rub the spot. “you forget your manners, princess.”

“ryomen.” you pout and he thinks you look so cute when you do that, hints of a smile tugging at his lips. “stop beating around the bush.. just say yes or no.”

sukuna’s eyebrows raise at your sass, sometimes you really test his patience. “and worst of all, you’re the only human to give me attitude.. hmph.”

and his hand cups your chin, the cold feel of it made you gasp as he leans in close. “do these things not show that you’re my favorite, hmm? i let you get away with too much, my dear… that should say enough.”

you pout, again, and sukuna laughs, using all his arms to pull you to his chest, placing a soft kiss on the crown on your head. if it would put a stop to your sassiness, he'd tell you what you wanted to hear.

“but since you want to hear it so badly.. yes, you are my favorite. now, fix that attitude before i fix it for you, yeah?”

@/hoesluvshanti, 2023-2024. do not copy, steal or repost my content without permission.

#THIS IS SO GOOD HELLOO #i’m so in love with the dialogue #the way sukuna speaks and shows his affection omgomg #IM SMILINGG #alrighty time to read again because this ate #sukuna x reader

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hqkalon · 3 months

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MISSION FAILED, NUT: RUINED…! ★

pairing: fushiguro toji x female! reader

sypnosis: your mission? eliminate the notorious fellow assassin 'toji fushiguro.' should be easy right? wrong, because how do you go from having a knife up to his throat from ending up in his bed? silly girl. wc: 3.9k+

warnings. assasin!toji, pwp-ish, age gap (20s-30s), size difference, dacryphilia, oral [ f ], unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstim, praising, angst. use of: whore, slut, bitch, baby doll .

an. big thank u to anya for beta-ing some!! first canon-y fic i triedddd. not proofread yet!

“it’s nothing personal…”

your go-to motto, you had a job to do at the end of the day, a check to receive after each bounty. no time to spare for sympathy, never that. t. fushiguro…a name you were all too familiar with, and the way your eyes lit up with greed and lust at the huge amount of zeros that plastered next to his name. figures though. duh. he was the toji fushiguro, a fellow assassin himself, feared amongst most, and you were sure you weren’t gonna be the only person going after his head.

you were sure it was gonna be a simple walk in the park, but more than anything it was the opposite. how coincidental toji was hired to off you. yet vice versa—you stood over him near his nightstand but it was if he was already prepared, a raspy cackle leaves his lips as if he knew you were there, despite his lights being off.

“could have gotten me if ya weren’t so loud breaking in, girl.” he smirks, and he lets off a raspy sigh, reaching for the night lamp. toji gets a good glimpse of you and this couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing. at all.

you sat on his lap, a thumb just grazing against the pearled sheath of your knife, an irritated, “shit,” escorting your lips. he’s got such the cockiest expression on his face—lying back with his arms tossed over his head, as if he didn’t find you intimidating at all, because well, he didn’t.

“…hmpf,” he pauses, staring intently at your features before a near pout forms on the corners of his mouth. “they sent a kid to kill me? how disappointing,” and toji’s poisonous gaze never leaves yours before his lips curl into a smile, purposefully enunciating his words. “how old are ya? just made nineteen?”

your eyebrows twitch, and your facial expressions formed into a deadpan as you remained on his lap funnily enough…growing some attitude before muttering, “old enough to put a bullet in you, fushiguro.”

“oooh. she’s sassy.” he grins. “think i like you.”

you met eye contact with the man and he just snickers, you were just about to make your way off his lap—but that’s when he brings his hands towards your hips. “…leavin' so soon, pretty? shouldn’t you be putting y’er knife to good use?”

he was mocking you, his eyes lower a bit as you nearly slip off a gasp at the soft strokes his tips of his thumbs presents your waist. you snap out of whatever trance you were in before muttering, “i can’t now.”

“well, why the hell not, gorgeous?”

no reply.

he blows, his voice was just a perfect mixture of deep, intimidating green hues of his eyes keeps focus on you, and this entire position is so awkward. very.

a small snicker leaves his lips, and his grip still remains on your waist before feeling his thumb brush past your thigh—the slim slit that made appearance from your sleek black cocktail dress. “i’m a pretty dangerous guy, baby. if i were you i’d stop wasting time 'n jus' get on with it..”

such rich arrogance ran off his tongue throughout each sentence he spoke, how irkesome. you mentally rolled your eyes, stammering, you miffed, “shut up.”

“mm. how ‘bout ya make me, woman.”

and just how do you shut him up…?

by making him eat you out through your divine black laced panties. oddly enough, toji was never one to complain when you told him to get between your thighs.

it was simply crazy how the two of you were just bickering, and now he’s face first between your legs—and if it was anything toji fushiguro was, he was nasty.

a subtle grunt goes past his mouth as he flicks out his tongue, slowly.

yet he then presses it against the pad of your panties. he’s laid flat on his back with two rough hands gripping onto your thighs, semi soft pads of his thumbs stroking against your skin as you whimpered, moving your hips swiftly against his mouth.

“oh-ho, were ya really gonna try to kill me with a pussy this wet?” he snickers, dragging a thumb right down your slit, his tongue slides and slides in a slow circular motion against your pussy and you squirm, chewing down on your lap and he was so talkative.

“shut up,” you moaned, your hips were so merry, going against his face, his slick was already dribbling down his chin and that dumb smile of his never left. “just….s-shut up.”

he couldn’t get another word in because by then you were practically sitting on his face, simply no match for his tongue, toji’s so into it too….

groan after groan leaves his mouth, warm breath fanning against your clit once he chuckles at how hard you’re tugging, no, yanking on his thin strands of hair.

saying that you sucked at your job, was probably an understatement.

usually, any other guy would be dead—so what made toji any different? a question you didn’t even know how to answer. neither did you want to answer it, because all that was currently embedded into your brain was how good toji's tongue moved and danced against your clit, how sloppy he is—slurping and spitting everywhere, he’s so messy.

and he’s fucking mean.

he spanks your pussy each time you whine and whimper on how you’re about to cum- pathetic sheeny, glistening tears sticking to your eyes as your hand gripped tightly to his hair. “toji, please.”

“hm?” he brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, watching you pulse—spreading your lips open just a tad bit, soaked between your thighs he blows on it just to watch you squirm with such urge and impulsing desire. “oh, i dunno, doll. can’t even do y’er job right so why should i let ya make a mess on my face?” and then he smiles, hearing the disappointed frown go against your lips. “tch. unprofessional slut. ‘s all you are.”

“f-fuck you,” you moaned, your fingertips brushed against his scalp, panting heavily as your body felt so warm. it’s been countless minutes of toji and his tongue filling your pretty pussy with such desire, you didn’t even care about the money anymore. you just wanted to cum. “please please, toji. i-i can’t hold it.”

and he just snickers, he finds the entire thing amusingly risible.

nose deep, toji’s mouth latches against your sweet savory pool of moisture, you’re drenching his chin, squirming from feeling the tiny stubble that ran against his chin tickle you, you’re biting down on your lip as your legs shook with such unhinged frenzy.

“ya gotta ask nicer, darlin.” he slides his tongue against the inner crevices of your folds—locating his tip through each single orifice, this man was the epitome of pussydrunk. long natural lashes of his were practically, barely closed, and by now he’s just sucking and nibbling…damn near biting playfully on your sweet bud just to bring out a reaction from you.

and he definitely does because you let off a whimpering sob.

“t-toji please, lemme cum. please, i-i don’t know what else you want me to s-say.” you��d moan, fingers were interlocking beneath his strands. you still rode his face, and he looks so pretty underneath you now that you think about it.

toji’s face, it was relaxed. thin black eyebrows, partially arched together were parted and that annoying grin remained on his lips—his contented shit-eating grin that stuck to his face for what seemed to be an eternity.

“aw. ‘s that the best ya can do for me…?”

you just about had it with him—but you were too near the edge to reply with a snark response, so you just pout, watching him slurp happily between the very junction of your thighs.

“okay okay, don’t wanna be too mean,” he teases, giving your cunt a quick spat, watching it run down the slit in filthy awe.

he groans himself, rubbing maneuvering circles in repeat against you to hear you nearly cry out for him to not stop.

this man…

so good with his fingers, so good with his tongue. “tell me ‘pretty please’ in that sweet voice, baby. make me believe that ya want it, want me.”

“p-pretty please,” you moaned out.

just the sweet shrills of your voice—your eyes nearly roll back in pure ecstasy, craving to release.

toji’s so hard.

he strains in his pants just from your pleasure alone, seeing you all worked up and frustrated for being edged for so damn long. “let me be messy for you toji, all on your face…please. i-i need it so bad.”

“what a gooooood girl,” he sings, his unserious praises goes straight towards your pussy as he gives it a final smack—swiping his nose against your inner parts while his tongue did most of the remaining conversation. “go ahead, show me how fuckin’ nasty y’er pretty pussy is for my tongue, girl.”

you’re a staggering mess, your legs are precisely. his entire demeanor was lascivious—an idyllic word to describe this man, not even having the decency still to pull down your panties, just a stubby thumb of his sliding it to the side. once you came, it felt amazing.

your mind, it was blank like your ordinary empty canvas. his hair was tousled from how much yanking and pulling you did, making him somehow appear ten times more attractive than he already was.

“did i do good, pretty…?”

he speaks in a taunting tone, wriggling his eyebrows at you to see you couldn’t reply—still getting over your exquisite loud orgasm. only a nod sufficed from you, and that was good enough for him. “hm. good. now-”

you don’t expect what happens next by the slightest, he sits up- and he’s so handsy, assertive with the way he brings a hand towards your waist, another wrapping around your throat before he brings you into a deep passionate kiss.

sloppy, but passionate—you moaned as his tongue created full collision against yours, tasting your own stickiness that smeared all on his mouth towards down his well-shaved chin.

a hand of yours slides down toji’s chest, it makes its way inside his shirt—and you feel it, the hardened bulletproof vest he wore…bastard knew you were coming. it was as if he was prepared for this.

by this particular point, you really could care less about the huge amount of money carried on toji’s head. he made you forget everything, and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

perhaps he was right about one thing—maybe you were just an unprofessional slut. instead of taking care of your target, you’re in his bed, having him shove his tongue down your throat.

was it bad that you didn’t feel…bad?

sure, toji’s dangerous and well-feared among many, but man does his tongue do wonders. you could only imagine how he fucked.

“i don’t wanna look at ya yet,” he breaks away from the kiss after a while, positioning you to get on your knees for him, doggystyle. “face down ass up sweetheart. wanna take my sweet damn time with you.”

his words had so much rough meaning. you moaned, quickly complying and he brings a rough hand to your bare ass, spanking it and he chuckles at the sweet noise that runs out your mouth.

as well as a bunch of colorful words, brining sheer amusement to toji, “you’ve got a mouth on you, huh.” he clicks his tongue, having your pretty dark dress pulled up towards the very edges of your waist, you hear him start to shuffle his shorts.

“f-fuck, don’t tease me again.” you started, feeling his throbbing tip brush meanly against your slit—he grows quiet to where only you and him can hear the hissing squelches your pussy made, it’s achy for him and eager. the pulses were so loud, it rang in your ears again and again and again.

“you still get wet from it anyways, whore.” he rolls his eyes—oh, he was sassy, giving you another spank while you’re on the verge of breaking and he’s not even in yet. his degradation does something to you in ways you can’t explain, like yet again though, he was right. here you were, soaked for a man you only knew for about what, thirty minutes now?

shame…

toji grunts—taking a second to inhale, and you chew down on your lip with just enough pressure to suppress your never ending whines. he’s pushing himself inside, slowly…but you can tell how eager he is, the way he slowly pivots his hips, slowly gliding a rough hand of his down your waist to drag another moan from your mouth.

he’s so erect, obviously he would be from eating you out from so long—toji was the kind of man that got off from a woman’s pleasure, he just couldn’t help it. he was just so…fucking big, stretching you out with much needed intent. your pussy was so greedy on how it clings to him with such force.

“ah shit,” he groans, licking his lips, a breathy huff exits from him and he runs his fingers down your spine just to tease. “archin' for me already, yeah. looks like y’er body already knows what to do.”

“t-toji.” you sniffled, and he was halfway in. he’s gripping your waist now, making sure to take his time like he said before he’s gently bullying his thick cock inside, your leg twitches from feeling the ticklish feeling he gives you—the spurts of pre-cum that coated the tip of his reddened tip makes its way to kiss your clit the moment he’s fully inside. a sweet smooch.

a single thrust nearly takes your breath away, literally. bracing yourself was basically useless, this man was an entire powerhouse.

his dick had a mind of it’s own basically, because with the way it hit each single spot of yours to make you sob out his name uncontrollably and repeatedly was just insane.

“damn girl, y’er fuckin' noisy,” he chortles, a raspy guffaw if anything. his hands linger towards your hips for a specific duration before he’s just thrusting into you, slamming you against and on him. his low groans he made from each jagged thrust was unintentionally sexy.

he’d bite his lip as he’s watching you cutely struggle to take him. from first glance, you sort of figured toji was big, but this…big?

who were you to complain though?

“s-so big,” you spoke in broken murmurs, gnawing on the edge of your pointer finger, each thrust had your entire body feeling a wave of sensations. “you’re gonna m-make me cum again, toji-”

“this body ain’t trained right,” he clicks his tongue, fake pitying you. taunt after taunt with this guy—he never took anything serious, of course, unless he has to. “don’t worry, i’ll make ya last,” and he groans, hearing your pussy squeal against him, it was so sloppy, toji can’t help but spit on his hand, rubbing it against your clit just to hear you whimper out more, only to taste it for himself, grazing his tongue against his lips. “never tasted a pussy as sweet as yours, darlin.'”

his strokes, impure but slow, but rough. you’re sort of being treated like a rag doll in a way, toji brings a hand towards the back of your neck.

thick warm fingers wraps around, giving you a tight squeeze to hear you squeak out, moaning up an entire storm. his spanks he gives your ass rings throughout your ears like bells on a wedding day.

“s-swear, gonna cum toji. you’re gonna m-make me cum again.” you shuddered, feeling him suddenly deepen the angle. you moaned at feeling the back of soft wooly cloth hit against you—the fleece of of toji’s sock, his foot pressing against your head and he’s drilling his hips into you.

oh, you’re cross eyed…

mouth open like an idiot, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before.

“eh. don’t tell me y’er legs gave out already,” he sneers, that same guffaw exits out his throat and he finds this entire situation amusing. “keep 'em spread for me. need 'ta show this pussy some appreciation.”

and he’s just unbelievable.

stealing out numerous orgasms from you, over and over until you can hardly recognize your voice. dizzy, the word perfect to describe you, you were in a trance. all because of his dick that made your tongue grow more and more wet.

were you…drooling? maybe.

“f-finish inside, toji. unless you’re weak like they say.”

you managed to sputter out, he raises his eyebrow at your attempt to be a brat.

“stop being fuckin' cock hungry 'n maybe i will,” he grunts, still fucking you from behind with such deep mean strokes you’re nearly gasping for air. he’s just so mean—toji’s hips knew no bounds, it was vile, each grunt that slips from his lips was so raspy, his nails gently presses against your skin. “ya like bein' choked, do ya?”

all you could do was nod pathetically, your pussy begged for more throughout his hits, sloppy degrading hits against you before he brings a hand around your throat.

“…you’re a dumb little girl. ya know that? you know how dangerous i am right? got some guts showin' up here only to humiliate yourself on my dick, princess.”

toji smudges his dampened lips together, silencing his own groans once he came again.

so much—his loads were always so hefty and thick, filling you to the very brim. you’re laid flat on your chest, and his hands make its way towards your waist again. he leans in close to you to lick a stripe up your neck, causing himself to feel each spurt run down your cunt.

“fuckin' hell,” he hissed, slowing his pace down completely. you’re a mess….you don’t expect toji to shove two fingers into your mouth, because he does just that once he flips you over to face him.

you climb on top of him, moaning with your mouth stuffed with his lengthy digits, coating it entirely with your saliva. “suckin' my fingers like that shouldn’t be so hot.” he grumbles, the pads of his fingers reach near the back of your throat and you gag. he of course cracks a sinister smile, giving you an awkward headpat. “wonder how good ya can suck other things with that horrid gag reflex, baby.”

after a while, you remove his fingers before teasingly trailing your own down his black designed bulletproof vest, whining a sweet, “take it off…?”

“my vest?” he raises a brow, staring at you with hued green eyes, you were so handsy—feeling him up and he’s willingly letting you, you’re still so soaked from before, puffed cunt just leaking with his cum and desperately craving more. “you just wanna see me shirtless, ain’t that right?”

“…yeah,” you nodded, pretty lashes fluttering. “besides, it would just get in the way.”

how considerate, right?

maybe, maybe…not.

you watch toji start to pull his vest off—easily he brings a hand towards his side, yanking down the dark tabs that stuck out in the open of the fabric, mimicking both sides before it slides off his chest.

he was so toned and muscular, his muscles were so bulky and he was fit. toji didn't have tattoos, he couldn’t care for it really, but it made you a bit wet just fantasizing at the thought of seeing toji fushiguro coated in nothing but ink sleeves.

“huh….y’er creepin' me out, doll,” he mumbles, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts, you gasp once he lifts you up, and you’re just barely hovering over his tip. “ya gonna ride me or i do i gotta do all the work again?”

how could you forget about his damn ego.

toji knew how to fuck, sure. but if it was anything, he never knew how to shut up. he’s not annoying, but he gets quite close to it.

you give him silence as a answer, toji snickers as he feels you sinking down on him. you wrap your hands around him — cupping both sides, stroking his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. he pulls you even further towards his wide exposed chest, teasingly slicking his lips once you pressed yours against his.

“y’er so gonna get fired, baby... i'm no snitch though.”

his words were a murmur, a deep husked one that got you way more aroused than you thought.

“stop talking.” you whispered, deepening the kiss.

toji groans, tilting his head a certain degrees just for you, and your thumb strokes near the inner part of his mouth, where a faint dimple of his made an appearance from the slight smile forming against his lips.

he’s inside again, the inches felt scorchingly warm inside of you, hugging your walls oh so tight. after a few seconds to breathe, his breath is cold and shaky, dark eyes stare back into you before he grins. “hey, it��s in. wanna move, baby?”

“s-shut up.” you spat, cooled palms of yours resting on his bare chest. toji’s lips purse into a sly grin as he’s holding onto you tight, studying your dirty facial expression.

“make me…” he repeats—just how he did earlier, in the same exact tone.

although his voice appeared much lower. his cock was buried deep inside, a tight fit yet your pussy always managed to take him.

you were gonna make him.

you hadn’t realize how much time’s passed of you fooling around with toji, although it was practically pitch dark in his well kept apartment, a quick glance near his night-stand and the alarm clock read four thirty am.

toji gifts you with each huge load everytime, and you take it everytime. it was so messy- the way it would spill out, he’d groan while shoving two fingers inside to keep it stuck in because you weren’t gonna waste any of his precious cum.

but, after a while, you were worn out, at least that’s what you told him. he agreed to take a break with you, and as of current you just rested on his lap.

leaning on his chest, panting and panting as if you’d ran a marathon. who knew how many rounds you went with that man. his stamina was purely out of this world.

“…phew, y’er somethin', else,” he huffs out, giving you an exhausted stare too. hands both wrapped around your waist with no intention of letting go. “you should stay the night.”

“should i….?” you smiled, leaning up close to peck a kiss near the edges of his mouth—sneaking a smooch before reaching behind his back.

oh, he’s probably head over heels for you now…

toji nods, bringing a thumb up to your lip before bringing you in for another kiss….yet, that’s when a few milliseconds later, he feels a sharp abrupt sting.

it pierces right through his chest…

your head’s resting on his neck now, getting a good angle of your handling, a strong firm grip of the knife, a thumb brushing against the pretty bedazzled rivet part and toji’s smile fades once he realizes what’s happening.

“you…little bitch.” he hacks in straight surprise, his eyes widens before smelling a rich stench of something that was very much his own, an odd familiar irony scent before you pulled your hand out, and you’re facing toji now.

like your motto from the beginning, you’d hit him with the luring,

“it’s nothing personal, toji…”

the last thing toji’d expect was for you to stab him in the back, quite literally. his mind raced as well as his heart feeling like it was on fire.

he was starting to like you—as foolish as it sounds. so that’s why you tricked him into taking off his bulletproof vest.

needless to say, you got the bounty money. and well toji…didn’t.

so in the end, you won right? you finished your target like you always do…that’s gotta be good news, right?

wrong.

because as you’re sitting on the porcelain lid of your toilet—not only are you filthy stinking rich, you’re also two weeks pregnant.

#jujutsu kaisen #🌚🌚🌚

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“then so be it” ⋆ red haired shanks

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, conflict angst, fluff

author’s note: opla shanks is sexy, tbh so is animanga shanks 😹 so u can imagine which ever

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He means well.

That’s what you believe, and when he does things that chip away at that thought, it's what you say aloud.

You feel silly. because when you try and face reality with the way Shanks disrespects you, you hear a voice in the back of your head pull up that same excuse.

Descending a path of overthinking never helps you. All it does is make you panic and question your sanity.

You’d been in a long-term relationship with the notorious Red Haired Shanks, captain of the aptly named Red Haired Pirates and it was never going to be a walk in the park.

He drops by when he can to your home island, even if it irritates his crew members but he can easily pacify them by making a detour to the local tavern and having some alone time with you for a few nights before he's off heading to whatever journey to god knows where.

You reminisce on how you two met.

Your village had always been under an oppressive tyrant's rule but it was lifted thanks to Red Haired pirates. Now your home was back to normal and free.

Apparently, that’s what Emperors of the Sea could just do.

It was slightly embarrassing for you to admit to Shanks later on that you had fallen for him the moment you saw him. How cliché.

But as soon as you had given him the green light for him to pursue you, he made sure everybody knew you were his.

"Jeez, what's with you Captain? You look like shit." Lucky commented after Shanks had been uncharacteristically quiet for the last few days.

"Always can count on you for honesty, can't I buddy?" Shanks chuckled as he straightened his posture slightly.

"You and the missus on bad terms or what?" Beckman questioned as he leaned his elbows against the bar and tilted his head back.

"How’d you know, you sneaky bastard?"

"Written all over your face. What's the damage?"

"Stood her up." Shanks said, thumping his head on the counter.

"For how long?"

"Waiter said the sweet thing had been sitting there for two hours. Christ, I’ve never fucked up this bad."

"Damn, you missed your anniversary cos you were out drinking with us?"

"I’m a dirtbag." Shanks groaned, still wallowing in his guilt.

There was a slight commotion and clamouring of other pirates at the front of the tavern, Lucky turned his head to see what all the noise was about.

"Oooooweeeee!"

"Smokin' hot!"

Lucky’s eyes immediately widened when he realized who it was.

"Uh Cap, you're gonna wanna see this."

"I don't wanna look at some random broads, Lucky. I’m already in the doghouse and all I can think of is my beloved-"

"She’s right there!" Lucky exclaimed.

Shanks pulled a face and squinted his eyes at the absurdity of the suggestion you were even here.

"Quit pullin' my leg Lucky. You ain’t funny."

"I’m dead serious, Cap! Look!"

Shanks did a spit take when he saw none other than his girlfriend, stood at the entrance with three other gorgeous women.

All in the most showy, dressy attire you could think of.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Yasopp questioned.

It was common knowledge that you stuck on your island. And never left.

There was countless men fawning over the four women, but you in particular since you were sporting a “Come and get me look”

You strut your way towards the bar where Shanks and Lucky were sat. Deliberately swinging your hips, running your fingers through your hair and licking your teeth which only seemed to drive the men more wild.

Countless offers to pay for your drink as they mobbed around you.

Shanks however, was not particularly impressed by the series of events currently unfolding in front of him.

"How are you even here right now?" He questioned, elbow propped against the bar.

"I’m sorry darling, have we met somewhere before?" You asked, in a saccharinely sweet tone as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

The Red Haired pirates burst into absolute hysterics, banging tables, spilling drinks and jeering.

"SHE GOT YOU GOOD SHANKS!"

He simply smirked and turned his head to face his raucous crew members.

If you wanted to get your own back, then so be it. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it.

"If that bastard thinks he can CAST ME to the side he's got another thing coming." You fumed, as you ransacked through your closet while your best friend Max sat on the ottoman in your bedroom, cackling.

"You two really are made for each other." She remarked as she puffed out the smoke from her cigarette. "I’ve never seen a man who can fire you up that easily."

"I told you no smoking in my house idiot, go to the window before you make the whole place smell gross."

"Fine." She said, as she got up begrudgingly.

She didn't put up a fight since anybody who knew you and was granted access into your abode knew it was pristine.

"I’m gonna look for the sluttiest dress I own."

"And what?"

"Give him some of his own medicine." You hissed. "He getting way too comfortable. He thinks just because I let him do whatever he can neglect me."

"I don't think he's neglecting you." She replied. "You and I both know he's crazy about you, and that your relationship was never going to be like a normal one what with him being one of the four emperors of the sea."

"I don't need rationality at the moment, Max!" You screeched.

He dragged you outside of the tavern and turned to face you.

Shanks never got angry. But when he did, it was spine chilling and it took everything in you not to scuttle away like a scared critter.

You were inebriated, struggling to stand upright.

"I let you have your lil payback but why are you dancing with other men in front of my face?" He questioned as he furrowed his brows together.

"Oh, now you care."

"Y/N, don't be silly! When have I not cared? Is this about the anniversary?"

You struggled to come up with an answer on the spot.

"There’s more to it than that Shanks, and you know it! Yeah, that anniversary date meant a lot to me but you blow me off all the time. And don't use your job crap because a good chunk of your time is spent partying it up and drinking with your buddies!"

"I am only doing what you asked." Shanks sighed, anger dissipating away. "I asked you to come with me, does that ring any bells? And you said no. I try to visit you when I can."

"What? So its just all my fault? Yeah I wanted to stay home cos I have a life outside of you!”

"I know." Shanks said, defeatedly.

You swallowed thickly as you felt a lump form in your throat and tears prickle at your waterline.

"I don't know why I insisted...on being with you." You began, unable to face him. "You told me so, huh Shanks?" You said with a wry chuckle as he gazed at you.

"I didn't say that to be a smart ass. I love you. So much. With every fibre of my being." He said, as he moved closer to cup the side of your face with one hand.

He could be romantic when he wanted but he liked to get under your skin, as he grabbed hold of your jaw and smooshed your cheeks together, making your lips pout.

“Shanks, you’re not funny…!” You barked, sounding ridiculous as you struggled to pull out of his grip.

He let go and chuckled.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re easy to tease.” He scoffed, then pulled you right against his chest.

"You’re making it worse." You murmured as you felt yourself crumble internally as he rubbed your back gently and kissed the top of your head.

"Then so be it.”

“…Shanks.”

You leaned up to brush your lips against his but he was unreceptive.

“I wouldn’t feel right, baby.” He said gently with a smile, pulling away from the kiss. “You’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.”

“But…I came with my friends.”

“I’ll take care of it, I promise. We’ll drop them home. I’ll let you sleep it off too.” He said, reassuringly as the two of you began to walk back to the tavern.

Soon enough, you rested in the bed of captain’s cabin’s of the Red Force. Mind drifting off to sleep.

He knew you well, despite barely being around. He was a smart guy, despite it all.

He knew you were a sleepy drunk.

“I’m lowdown and no good for an angel like you. But, I’ll do my best to make it up to you.” He murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand in his and running his thumb across the hollow of your knuckles.

You were half asleep and bleary eyed, but his gentle tone and rocking of the ship was enough to lull you back to sleep.

“I mean it.”

You squeezed his hand gently, making him smile. He then pressed his lips against the crown of your head and made his way out.

author’s note: ty if u read dis far im publishing dis late af so sawry if there’s any mistakes

#one piece #giggling twirling my hair

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23 MISSED CALLS.

☆ summary. you had always nagged to your boyfriend satoru to answer his damn phone. it’d always go straight to voicemail—you told him in your own words, ‘toru, what if something ever happened to you?’ but this time, it was far too late.

wc. 1.7k

tags. gn!reader, angst, nickname(s) 'baby, angel.'

an. idk how to write angst much but i was sad so came up w this. merry christmas :)

“hey heyy, it’s satoru. uh, you’ve reached the—eheh what does that lady say again…? you’ve reached the voicemail box of.. gojo satoru. leave a message after the beep, beeeeep. heh, bye.”

such a dork.

you lost count of how many times you listened to that automatic message over and over again. the playful cheekiness in his voice, you could just see his smile. the dumb dimples that poke out against both of his cheeks whenever he grinned.

a cute dork. your dork.

besides that though, it’s been at least twenty three times of you ringing him, but to no avail. each time it went straight to voicemail—sucking your teeth in confusion, you started pacing around your bedroom. it was christmas morning, and gojo promised he’d be here before you wake up.

he couldn’t be…

no, he’s gojo satoru. he always wins, right?

right..?

the more you waited, the more impatient you became. the room grew colder and colder, despite the heat being turned on. you sat on gojo’s side of the bed, inhaling his scent, as if he was here right now.

he’d always fill up the room with his loud cologne scents—you’re always telling him how it’s too strong and he always kisses your cheek, muttering, “eh really? i don’t smell it that much, baby..”

the scent was always sweet, a mixture of cinnamon and multiple other spices—you glanced at the roségold alarm clock that rested against your nightstand, the time reading six thirty am.

he still wasn’t here.

it was hard to not overthink, think the worst, gojo was always so good at calming your nerves. you’d be one to constantly overthink. his trick to stop that was to simply hold you in his arms, stroke your hair and tell you in a soft cheery voice, “hey angel, everything’s gonna be okay. i’m okay, we’re okay.”

but again, he still wasn’t here.

gojo mentioned to you before he left last night around midnight he had to ‘take care of something’ — his code word of he’s about to go into battle or fight, but he didn’t want you to worry about him.

that’s the very last thing he wanted. and if anything, he always assured you he’d be okay. even if he was beaten to a pulp by his enemies, he’d always return back home to you with that stupid lovable grin on his face.

so what made christmas day any different?

you swallowed the thick, nonexistent lump in your throat, trying to snap out of your deep melancholy thoughts. dragging your feet,

you rubbed your eyes from the sun just barely shinning through the curtains scattered throughout the house.

with a soft sigh, you made your way towards the christmas tree — the pretty lengthy tree the both of you decorated together last minute, a tiny smile went on your face at remembering how gojo kept accidentally breaking all of the ornaments, so he had to constantly keep buying new ones.

lights, glimmery multicolored lights, a plethora of ornaments and a pretty sheeny star sits at the very top. you sat on your knees, before glancing down at the various presents — one caught your eye, it was a tiny box. a velvet heart shaped box, and gojo told you it was the biggest surprise yet.

you paused, glancing down at your phone that was about it to die soon, wondering why gojo still hasn’t returned any of your calls.

he’s been gone for hours, and the knot in your stomach continued to tighten—it felt like something inside of you was squeezing, tugging you from the inside.

was this what a gut feeling feels like? something was telling you, screaming at you that something wasn’t right.

with shaky hands, you went to his contact for what seems like the millionth time, staring at the image that was his picture, him and you.

the both of you were being goofy, it was a old polaroid picture a few years ago of the both of you during your birthday.

he spoiled you so much that day, but as always he never forgot to repeat how much he loved you.

the phone rang three times and your mind pretty much knew mentally he wasn’t gonna answer, it was a bit foolish for you to continuously keep trying. but something in you told yourself, it’s satoru. he’s gonna answer. anything to reassure yourself, this happens a lot — gojo’s the type of person who always has his phone on silent, or he says he’ll call you back but ends up forgetting.

after a few rings, the same automatic voicemail plays, and just hearing his voice again, no matter how many times — it never fails to make your heart swoon.

you intake a sharp breath, closing your eyes before bringing the warm phone up to your ear, pressing it against your cheek before speaking in a voice.

a voice you hardly recognized, “…toru?” and you were on the brink of tears, it was easy to hear and you tried not to let your emotions get the best of you but at this point..

was it really worth holding on to?

fifteen long seconds passed and you forgot the phone was still in your hand.

you sniffled, gathering yourself briefly before continuing in a soft drowsy voice, “h-hey, um. i don’t mean to blow your phone up but, you aren’t responding and i’m getting kind of scared. are you okay?”

you pause again, feeling the sting of tears nearly escape through your eyelids before you squeeze your eyes shut, lightly squeezing your left thigh to prevent any more emotions from revealing themselves.

“i um, just wanna say i love you, and i hope you’re okay. i didn’t wanna open my gifts until you got here but you’re taking forever..”

and you manage to crack a tiny smile that purses against your lips—yet after a while, it fades and your heart feels like it’s just walking on egg shells. “but anyway, yeah. i love you satoru, text or call me back so i know you’re alright, please? and just get home safe okay? bye.”

you hung up the phone and a single tear ran down your cheek.

so much time had passed, and he still wasn’t here. it was nearly seven in the morning now, and your dumb curiosity got the best of you—you wondered what gojo’s big surprise gift was.

he wanted you to wait to see your reaction, but you were just so curious, so enthused.

you started to peel the pretty striped velvet wrapping paper off, one at a time, it was neatly wrapped with a perfect red and blank bow tied on the top.

once you opened it, it had a tiny black box, and your eyebrows raised, a note sticking out the side. grabbing it, you revealed it and it read in neat handwriting:

“hi baby!! merry merry christmas, i’m kinda tearing up while writing this, and i know i know you probably just wanna see the gift but first read this ‘kay? just wanna say i love love you so much, and i’m so glad we’ve been together for almost four years now. you mean everything to me, you’re so sweet and kind, always there whenever i need to talk my feelings out, or even if i just need to lay on you and fall asleep. but anywho, you know who loves you? this guy! hopefully i made you smile as you read this, im probably not at home yet but ill be back soon. don’t worry your pretty little head, alright? i love you baby, merry christmas from your honored one, xoxo.”

tears were in your eyes—and it was like you could hear him, he was right, you did manage to smile. sniffling, you placed the note aside before opening the small black box.

once you pulled the top back, your eyes widened, seeing a small coruscating ring. your heart sang, blinking twice to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

gojo was planning to propose..?

the ring was so pretty.

various scattered crushed up like pearls around the top, and once the tears started, they kept streaming down your face. you quickly pulled it out, sliding it on your ring finger and it was a perfect fit — in a frail sob, you mumble, “y-yes, i’ll marry you satoru.”

yet — that’s when you wake up, finally snapping back to reality. confused with tears still streaming down your face, burning.

“satoru?”

no answer.

you get up from the bed, your eyes widen before you look at your right hand — and the engagement ring was still there. a sigh of relief exits your mouth, and that’s when you make your way towards the kitchen.

nothing to worry about, maybe you just fell asleep while opening the gift. yeah, that had to be it.

although, the atmosphere of your house felt different. taking a quick glance in the living room, the christmas tree wasn’t there anymore, it wasn’t snowing, and it was almost as if you lived by yourself.

“satoru?” you called out again, before pulling out your phone — scrolling towards your messages and your heart suddenly sank. the last message you sent him was two years ago, a subtle ‘satoru, it’s christmas and you’re still not here? are you okay?’

christmas…?

you pulled a tab down on your phone — and the date read march 17th. approximately two years later from when you last sent that message, and you were so confused.

but the further you scrolled down, you saw messages from others, sending you their regards and condolences for your loss….loss?

the recent message was from geto — and your last reply was, ‘thank you, i’m doing okay. i just still can’t believe he’s gone.”

. . .

you felt sick — tear after tear racing down both sides of your face before coming to the sudden unfathomable realization.

gojo never came back home for one reason and one reason only. he died a painful death those long two years ago, even though he swore he’d come back to you on christmas.

perhaps everything was all a lie.

sometimes people don’t win all the time, not even the honored one, the love of your life, gojo satoru.

#jujutsu kaisen #OHMY :(#totally not heart broken rn #THIS NOTE WAS JUST PURE SADNESS WHAT #yk now how to make sure feel what the reader is feeling ☹️

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Heyyyyy 🩷🫶🏾

Ex-husband! Choso who refuses to get remarried because he’s still in love with you. Even though you filed for divorce due to his lack of time, He still comes by the house to take care of the kids and sometimes cooks dinner. You realize that he’s not going anywhere when after every visit he fucks you like the night of your wedding. (NSFw please)?

MY LOVE, MINE ALL MINE.

*ೃ༄ fem!reader, ex husband!choso, overstim, unprotected sex, whiney choso, breeding, praise, mdni. wc: 0.9k

ex-husband choso never stopped loving you, despite the two of you separating.

he couldn’t.

he’s always had a deep love for you, he couldn’t be bothered with trying to move on. he still happily wears his ring, there’s probably never a moment where he takes it off because he’s just that in love with you.

it happens every time. he ends up coming over, claiming he forgotten clothes, wants to visit the kids, anything else. yet once he has you alone with the kids being at your parents house, he shows how much he misses you.

he’s so gentle with his touch—sweet whimpers escape his lips as he creates kiss trails all over your body, savoring your sweet taste that he’s always missed.

“really missed my wife,” he’d mumble out, and his lips felt so soft, tender you started to pulse. it was incredibly embarrassing. yet you and choso both knew he knew every inch of your body. every inch that makes you whine out his name. “gorgeous body. ‘s perfect ‘n all for me.”

“c-choso,” you’d moan, bringing his head close up to your neck. he sucks on your tender collarbone, he’s buried balls deep with you being sprawled out on your back. he’s gripping your thigh, caressing it before he starts to moan against your ear.

you’re nearly losing your mind at how good your warmth swallows him, gripping tight around him, it makes him dizzy. “fuck..”

“hey hey,” he mumbles, hovering over your body, his warm breath wafts against your neck, he’s so addicted to sucking softly on your skin, nibbling it playfully to drag out and elicit the sweetest sounds from your mouth.

“don’t talk baby, jus’ want you to feel me. got me so obsessed,” he goes on to say, and he grabs onto your hand. his hands were bigger than yours, a smooth surface of his palms yet as his fingers interlock with yours, you felt the coldness of the metal. the wedding ring he still wore after all this time brush against his ring finger. “woman, y’don’t know how crazy you drive me..”

choso’s heart pounds the more he stares into your eyes. and he’s always gentle with his rhythm, but with its own sprinkle of roughness.

“can never stay a-away from you,” he moans, rutting himself against you. you’re just tightening and squeezing down on him that his jaw clenches. “baby, ‘m gonna get milked by you again. i-i feel it.”

“kiss me.” you spit out, just yearning for his touch, for more of his taste. at this point, you could care less that the two of you were split. your trembling legs locked around his slim waist as he’s pumping in and out of you.

your body cutely jerks and jolts against him, your frame he always found out to be so adorable in comparison to him.

he huffs out a breath before furrowing his eyebrows, growing more needy himself. “open your mouth then.”

you do—parting your lips, and choso leans in to kiss you, sloppily. you wrap your arms around him, his soft darkened hair tickles against your forehead, it wasn’t in its usual ponytails. he had it down because after all, he’s always had a thing for you pulling on it.

he moans in your mouth. still jackhammering his hips against yours at full throttle, your legs twitch and rub against his bare back. choso’s so high from your lips, running his tongue, tracing it against yours before you whimper once you feel him reach a hand down towards your pussy to give it a squeeze. he pulls away before whispering against your lips. “tell me you still love me, baby.”

“i-i still love you.” you whined, feeling your orgasm about to reach itself. it was approaching heavily, and your head went back against the pillow. choso’s eyes glimmer at your words, tracing a thumb against your lips before sneaking a kiss onto your mouth.

choso starts panting. “all i wanted to hear,” his muscles flex from his constant friction he creates with his sharp hips. you’re so full, his dick was purely appetizing, all you could even think of was your ex-husband spilling a thick load inside of you like he always does.

it always comes out a lot, thick stringy ropes of cum. his favorite thing to do would be to pull out and let the remains splatter all over your tummy.

“i wanna make you a mommy again so bad,” he stammers out. hiding his head inside of your neck, he’s nibbling near your collarbone once more. his right hand rests on your tummy as he’s still pumping in and out of you, his own strength making him whimper out. “miss seeing your pretty tummy so plump ‘n round. gorgeous body.”

“do it then,” you whined, brushing your heel against his back. his eyes light up, he prepared himself to say something but he just moans instead. choso’s voice, you could listen to it all day, whether he was whimpering or just conversing conversation. “gimme another baby, choso.”

“i’ll give you twins,” he whispers, his voice was undeniably shaky. peppering your nose with kisses. his hips rock back and forth in such a sensual way you find your nails dragging down his back. “but first,” he pauses, stopping mid thrust to bring out your hand, kissing it once. his voice was so gentle, he moans from how tight you squeeze around him.

choso slides off his ring—squeezing it on yours and it was a perfect fit, he leans in to kiss you before letting off a moan. “marry me, again?”

an. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. requests open <3

#jujutsu kaisen #me when choso

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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 [𝐍𝐎𝐓]!! | a JJK series

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “GO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!” “BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU!” It’s no secret to anyone on this Earth that you and Gojo cannot stand each other. Despite that, the world seems amused to put these two star-crossed lovers haters in the same space. Or worse, have them dwell deeper into their feelings for one another…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining - fluff + angst + misunderstandings - first kiss - virginity loss - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - secret relationships; implied friends-with-benefits - sex in shared rooms; college dorms + hotel suite - college parties - use of party games (seven minutes in heaven) - confessions - mention of drug/alcohol abuse - humor bc Gojo and college, lol - Gojo is a cocky, tactless sweetheart, nothing new - cameos of other characters + explicit content will be listed in their respective fics (within the contents).

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: when I say that I had this series planned out, I mean like mid-October last year planned out, lmaoo!! I'm honestly so psyched to do this series, as it's one of my favorite tropes + relatively short as I'll be busy irl, but we'll do what we can!! i was lowkey feeling this concept when i was re-watching Ranma 1/2 and figured it would work great with Gojo. So, here's to hoping i can properly execute my thoughts with this series, hehehe~

reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ❤︎ gif header made by me + fic dividers used are provided by the wonderful @cafekitsune and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!!

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒊𝒓...

All the material below contains explicit 18+ content, so minors do not interact.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (Feb 1st)

The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 (Feb 7th)

Is it possible to wish to be in the embrace of someone who makes you want to throw them off a cliff? You seem to think so, and the same goes for Gojo. But alas, good things always come to an end, even when not meant to be...

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 (Feb 14th)

Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something you’d never thought would happen – especially on Valentine’s Day! But it’s just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing more…Yeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.

𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖!

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𝑻𝑨𝑮 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫!!! Have made a list of the first 50 ppl who asked, but don't worry!! Check back for the stories when they're posted on their respective dates!!

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#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 #jujutsu kaisne

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❛ THREE’S A CROWD! ❜

↻ feat. satosugu, shiu. toji. nanami. higuruma.

total wc. 2.5k

warnings. fem! reader, 3somes, double penetration, praise kink, choking, toji’s (still) broke, degradation, unprotected s*x, spanking, oral, manhandling, riding higuruma’s nose, hair pulling.

☆ GOJO & GETO.

“…suguru, ‘s no fairrr,” gojo groans. a soft pout tugs against his lips as he watches him have his way with you—you’re happily on your knees, taking geto into your mouth and gojo’s so jealous. it took everything within him to not stroke himself. you however, you looked so pretty. your head bobbles up and down, glistening sheeny strings of your own saliva racing down your chin and geto gives you a rough head pat. “i don’t wanna watch. i wanna fuck her too.”

“then get over here, idiot.” geto grunts, bringing a thumb towards the bottom of your chin. the eye contact the both of you made was forever intimate and sensual. dark pools of eyes stared you down to where you’re pulsing between your plush thighs.

gojo drags his feet towards the two of you before prying you off of geto’s dick, only to then sprawl you on the cushioned mattress. “gimme some attention too. not this bozo.”

“satoru, please be serious. you can barely even last five minutes.”

you sneak out a giggle and gojo grows hot, entirely flustered. he turns you over to where you’re propped up on your stomach and he gives his best friend an aggravated glare, “s-shut up.”

“make me.” geto raises a brow. these two…

“careful with him, pretty girl. poor guy’s super sensitive down there.” geto chuckles, glancing down at you as you faced away, back perfectly arched for him.

gojo’s in front of you—you’re eagerly leaning in to slide your tongue playfully against his fat swollen tip, smothered with droplets of precum.

gojo lets off a moan, hesitatingly bringing a hand towards the crown of your head whilst geto realigns himself again.

“hey, jus’ ignore him,” he clears his throat, making you dart your eyes all back up at him. “he’s always tryin' to p-piss me off,” he nervously chuckles, taking a moment to swallow. “f-fuck, you really do have a good tongue, princess.”

with fluttering eyes, you swirled the tip of your tongue against the very frenulum part of his dick. his most sensitive spot. now that snatched a whine from his throat.

“see,” geto snickers, and that’s when you suppress an incoming moan, feeling geto’s stocky fingers ghost against your waist. he’s halfway in and he’s so thick, inches after inches your mouth opened and parted just from his size. “he’s a big crybaby.”

the two of them bickered so much, even as a intimate moment such as this. by all means it was annoying, yet you were getting your throat and pussy stretched so who exactly were you to complain..

“suguru, f-fuckkk.” you’d whimper out, moving closer towards gojo to run your tongue does his length, near his base. yet that’s when you gradually take him down your throat. he’s so warm inside your throat, you felt the curve he had that thoroughly presented itself to the roof of your mouth.

geto moves some strands away from his hair before gripping tight against your waist. with a swift lick of his lips, he slants his hips forward and the thrusts he started to present to you, you had no words.

“keep looking at me,” gojo huffs out in short breaths, your eyes flicker up at him and you reach down to play with yourself only before geto smacks your hand and you whine.

in the interim, gojo’s hand lies against the top of your forehead. he’s attempting to guide your throat, and you’re such a messy girl, saliva pouring all out the very sides of your mouth.

“goddamnn, you’re filthy for us both aren’t you? can’t even be a clean girl, all that spit running down your chin…just wanna kiss that mess right off you.”

you moan, staring as gojo starts to lightly move his hips into your mouth in a almost rotation motion. your nails dig into his thighs and your head just goes up and down. your lips wrap gently around your teeth to get comfortable — all while geto was driving such a ravenous speed.

your tongue was having a mind of its own, being versatile with how it’s all rigid and solid against gojo’s dick. you’re creating the perfect amount of pleasure to elicit sweet whimpers from the man’s throat, you were no match for geto’s sloppy hits against your pussy however.

“good girl, mouth ‘n pussy being all occupied,” geto utters, maintaining a reasonable pace for you. he had too because of his length, so thick it had your eyes wandering, casually rolling back with your lips parting. “let's see how quick you can make ‘toru cum.”

your eyes trail back up towards gojo, and he’s so pretty, white eyebrows furrowed and tugged tightly together.

you took down his shaft, running your tongue against his tip while having one hand to stroke him and he whines. “f-fuck, you guys are just tryin' to…tryin' to make me cum first,” he swallows, a hand still tugged onto your hair. “you’re so…fuckkk,” he groans, starting to thrust his hips once more against you. “keep takin' me down s-so deep, ‘n i’m gonna cum all down your pretty throat. you want that?”

a subtle needy head non was your answer, and you moaned once geto smacks your ass. still taking him, strings of your own saliva went down your lips and coated all over your chest.

“course ya do, nasty girl.” he huffs out a shaky breath. his lip quavers and with such ease, you wind up making gojo cum—you lap up your tongue against his throbbing cock head, and he’s spasming. gojo’s moans were so cute, melodic and all like a harmony.

geto’s still buried into you. your walls clamped and hugged him securely like a vice. he’s got a tight grip on the back your shirt so you’re vigorously slamming back against him repeatedly. “told ya, look how good you made him feel. can’t even say anything, cute.”

“hate you both,” gojo pouts, his voice was shaky. yet he's then dragging a thumb down your chin to wipe some remains of his own cum from your mouth. “not you though… ‘m not done with you.”

☆ SHIU & TOJI.

with these two, they’d be so mean. toji was already a straight asshole but with a stern shiu kong….you’d be in for a ride.

“think she wants us both,” shiu says, tilting his head with a cunning smile, a slim cigarette sticking from the corner of his mouth. you laid reclined on the mattress, still trying to catch your breath that was continuously unsteady and jagged. it was toji’s fault, he’d just got done eating you out for a good long thirty minutes, you were sure your legs were as good as dead—yet you wanted more.

“use those words, babygirl,” toji murmurs in a gruff tone, he tilts your chin to face him and you’re so dumb, giving him a needy stare. “yeah? don’t be shy.”

you let off a moan before speaking, shiu removes the cigarette from his mouth before planting a soft kiss near the corner of your neck. you sucked in a sharp breath before uttering, “i…i want you both. at the same time.”

“oh?” they both say in uncanny unison. toji cocks his head to the right before easily manhandling you to get towards his lap, like you were a rag doll of some sort. “big fuckin’ girl. think she can take two. can barely take one but okay...”

toji’s sass made you wanna smack him, he laid back and realigned himself. you’re facing him and he’s got such a smug grin on his lips. “shiu be a good boy f’me and take her from behind while i get her from here.”

shiu rolls his eyes at the comment, and he does. you brace yourself, placing two hands on toji’s rock hard bare chest. he was so thick, an electrifying thrill rushed into you, and his cocky stare didn’t help things.

“f-fuckkk,” you sibilated, and he grabs ahold to your hips. your body grows hot and feverish each second you took to steadily sink down onto his dick.

“leave some room for me too, sweets,” shiu whispers, shuddering from him running a finger down your spine. you gnaw the inside of your cheek as shiu starts to make his way in also. if you didn’t feel full to the brim. you certainly did now. the stretch had your mind short-circuiting. “fuck, the way you just suck me ‘n toji in. pussy made just for us, huh.”

toji groans, bringing a mean smack to your ass. “better start moving, girl. don’t have all day.”

you start to move, and the pure feeling of being stuffed of not one but two cocks…

you couldn’t fathom your thought process. by this point, it was practically nonexistant. of course, you found yourself starting to drool the more they felt you cutely try to oscillate and roll your hips against them.

toji grins, you feel yourself growing hot from the way he’s just casually staring at you with that dumb, coy smile plastered on his lips. “what’s with the look baby? you want a kiss or somethin'?”

“y-yeah,” you whined, leaning into his touch and he chuckles, fingers of his going around your throat softly before dragging you closer towards him.

“come here girl..” he rasps, the smirk that stuck against his lips never left. you moaned right into toji’s mouth — feeling the residue of rich alcohol on his tongue, along with the sweet candied flavor of your own slick smothered all over his lips. your pussy was being crowded with each of them inside, deep strokes and thrusts to where you’re convulsing supremely.

a grunt runs past his lips before he ghosts his tongue against yours. you felt the scratched scar that ran across his lip, giving it a brief kiss. a good grip on your neck and once he pulls away, he has you gasping for air.

shiu groans, keeping your hips in place with two rough hands. the cold metal of his rich watch band grazed against your skin and it makes you let off a sexy perfect back arch. “sensitive everywhere, aren’t you, gorgeous? how cute..”

you don’t last long, because only a few long minutes later did you end up cumming again. saying you were out of breath was purely an understatement.

pant after pant, such sweet whines got ripped out of you before out of nowhere you hear wood split. it was loud, an abrupt screeching sound before the box spring sinks inward. the entire motion causes all three of you to nearly collapse.

“did the bed just b-break?” you moaned, stammering over your words, and feeling shiu’s warm cum pour right down your slit and right onto toji’s hefty well-trimmed base.

“seems like,” shiu pulls his brows together, and you whimper once he pulls out—you’re not used to him being plugged in, stuffing you thick and you end up plopping down on toji’s broad scarred chest. “don’t worry your pretty little head, toji’s got the money covered for your bed,” and you let off a relaxed sigh, feeling shiu massage your back before he snickers at toji with a dramatic pause. “oh right…you’re broke.”

☆ HIGURUMA & NANAMI.

these two men would have you in a figurative chokehold.

you’d be sat on top of higuruma, cutely hovering over his face. you suck your teeth, meanwhile, nanami’s standing over the both of you. your lips parts and a long pool of spit runs down your chin as you’re not only taking nanami but riding higuruma’s face.

“you’re so pretty like this,” nanami grunts. he’s so gentle and sweet with his touch.

you cry out a whimper once you feel higuruma’s tongue suck against your folds dry. he was so sloppy with his tongue, a good unyielding pressure on your hips.

as your hips bucked against his face, you breathed through your nose. carefully not using any teeth, you skim your tongue down his shaft before he bites his lip, a hand resting on the top of your head. for a brief second, you gag and nanami sighs out a groan. “easy, sweetheart. relax your throat, yeahh. like that.”

nanami bites his lip, feeling you encircle a plethora of shapes on his tip with your tongue. yet your muffled moans continued to escape past your sheeny lips.

your pussy was being devoured, higuruma’s lashes closed as your hips stuttered against his tongue.

he slurped and slurped, flicking against your nub to make your brain effortlessly haywire in such desire. the way his tongue dances alongside your clit.

it’s spewing all down his chin—you grind against his face once more before you whimper out a sweetened moan. higuruma’s hooked nose prods against your cunt and you’re just stuck in a trace.

“she likes riding against your nose, hiromi.” nanami breathes, moving a few strands from your face.

“ah, i bet she does,” he breaks away abruptly, watching a cobweb of his own saliva trickle and depart from your throbbing cunt. you’ve got him addicted, he laps his tongue before rubbing the tip of his nose against your folds just to see you whimper. “it’s reserved just for her. right angel?”

you nod, throat still full of nanami’s hardened cock—you felt a vein run down the side of his shaft, and he groans with his eyes indolently rolling back in pleasure.

“damn,” he hisses, the way his neck swiftly thrown itself back, it was attractive. his adam’s apple that poked through. nanami tugs on his tie roughly as if the room was hot, before letting off a low sigh. he grabs your chin to make you stare right at him, “what are we gonna do with you..”

as you continued to rut and maneuver your hips against higuruma’s face, nails dug into the thick thighs of nanami. you flicker your lashes up at nanami, feeling him pulse.

with a tap tap tap you heard him tapping his foot against the slick floor. he was about to release all in your mouth.…you knew it and so did he.

“get a little more comfortable for me, baby,” higuruma purrs, slowly sticking out his tongue to lick between your folds. you shudder at the lewd feeling of his tongue creating a curve all throughout the insides of your entrance. “that’s it. don’t move, don’t hover… just park your pussy on my mouth. good girl,” and he lets off a low grunt. “don’t know how fuckin’ starving i am..”

you break your mouth away from nanami’s shaft, rolling your tongue against yours lips once he finishes and he strokes your cheek lovingly, trying to hide his flustered state.

“…good girl,” he pants before tapping a finger against your temple. “stick out your tongue and show me.”

nanami watches as you obliged, lolling out your tongue for him before you moan. he towers over you, grabbing ahold of his length with one hand before smacking his tip against your tongue and you giggle, reaching a hand down to play with higuruma’s hair. “you little…that tongue’s dangerous.”

#jujutsu kaisen

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gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, description of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was calm in suguru's apartment. kind of.

it was a forgettable yet perfect sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid f—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

#jujutsu kaisen

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FANTASIZING ABOUT a needy Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.

How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.

The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.

The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.

You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.

“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.

You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.

“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”

#jujutsu kaisen

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Please be aware of the user @/saintsugu also known as Ezra.

Past pseudonyms include (but are not limited to: @/aces_high

I never thought that I would have to create a post like this. In my near 12 years on the internet, I never thought I would have to write down the words I am about to type, especially about a fellow fanfic creator, one I used to enjoy before I found out about the type of person he really is. I apologise for the long post, however I want to make sure I am as thorough as possible so I can bring this person to justice.

Before opening the read more/ continuing with this post, please read the trigger warnings. This will deal with heavy topics, ones that make me sick to my stomach. I apologise for all of the censoring in this post as well.

TW: P*DOPHILIA, UNDER*GE, SEXUALIZATION OF EDS AND SH

I would just like to start off by saying how difficult this post is for me to write. I have had to take multiple breaks while typing this out. I have felt disgusted since I first saw the posts on his twitter. Like I need to take a shower and scrub myself clean, however, at the same time I feel like I cannot sit idly by while Ezra still has a platform.

The posts I have seen on his twitter, what he actively endorses is just disgusting and predatory in nature. I have done my best to censor them so as to not continue the spread of such material. As of the time of this post, his twitter is still public.

HIS TWITTER (X) IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE NAME @/ezr_ace

First, I’ll give evidence I have to prove that the twitter account stated above is in fact his. I was wary at first as well, however, I believe this evidence in fact proves that beyond reasonable doubt that the account is his.

The obvious reasoning is as follows: Ezra goes by the pseudonym Ezra currently, and has gone by the pseudonym Ace in the past. Both the twitter account and his tumblr state that he is 21. Both twitter and tumblr themes are the same in nature, featuring manga panels of Suguru edited in the same way.

If you’re familiar with Ezra at all, you would know that they are very close with another user, Flora, also known as @/fyogasm. Previously known as @/pussydrunkfyodor on tumblr. When going through the followers of this twitter account, I noticed someone by the name of Flora following him (one of about 34 followers), with the user @/floratumblr. This account had their tumblr linked in the bio of the profile, and it led straight to Flora’s tumblr. Screen recording is posted below:

UPDATE: since Ezra has been called out, Flora has unfollowed Ezra’s Twitter as well as deleted her account. I can only assume it is to try and dodge the backlash of being associated with him. Here are screenshots proving they are moots/ interacting with each other.

Note: I do not know what this means for the content of Flora’s character. All I can say for certain is that she is close friends with him (to the point they have each others numbers), and that she follows his Twitter. I did not dive deep into her Twitter before she deleted it. But I can say that I do believe she knew the content he was posting about, otherwise she wouldn’t have deleted her Twitter the second he was called out while remaining mutuals with him on tumblr.

UPDATE 1/19/24 1:50 pm: Since creating this post, Flora has reached out and stated that they have broken all contact with Ezra. They state that they are not frequently on twitter, and was completely unaware of the type of content he was posting on the account. They state that the content found on the account has made them feel sick and that they are no longer friends anymore.

Back to the main point, this only adds to the similarities listed above. A close mutual that he has been seen actively talking to on his tumblr also follows him on twitter, endorsing his behavior. This alone was too much for me to ignore. However, one final factor came into play that solidifies that user ezr_ace and user saintsugu are the same Ezra.

He not only posted to his tumblr about hateful anon messages, but also his twitter at the same time. Right after the messages were sent, he tweeted the following, as well as posted the following messages on his tumblr. Screenshots with time stamps posted below:

This for me, confirms that the two accounts are the same. There are simply too many coincidences for me to ignore. I feel that there is no argument about the validity of the accounts, as there are just too many similarities to ignore. Now, I can delve into what the post is really about. The content of the Twitter account.

P*DOPHILLIC ACTIONS AND UNDRE*GE CONTENT.

To put it simply, I was horrified when I first opened the profile to be greeted with Shotacon artwork. Full on artwork of an adult Toji a*saulting a child Gojo. In this artwork, Gojo looks as if he can be no older than 10. Most of the image is censored for obvious reasons, however, part of the screenshot appears in the video above as well. Proving that it cannot have been doctored in any way.

As you can see, the post is tagged with tw sh*ta. For anyone unaware, the definition of Sh*ta is as follows: “Sh*ta is a term used in manga and anime fandoms to indicate sex involving an under*ge boy.” (Fanlore.org) Aka, CP.

It is disgusting to see someone who I once enjoyed, once trusted, interact with literal cp. Drawing or not, the effect of it is still massive. Viewing children (ANYONE UNDER*GE) in a sexual nature is harmful to everyone. It breaches past dark content into something horrible. Something dangerous.

I felt sick seeing someone be as brazen as to repost a picture of a child being a*saulted. To get off on it. It is p*dophilic. That is the only way it can be put.

Further on this, he has written smut of, in his words, “not necessarily under*ge” Suguru in highschool. There is a whole thread on it on his profile, however, I will not be showing it here. The screenshot below describes the nature of the whole post from his own words.

When I first read “not necessarily under*ge”, my first and only question was literally, what the fuck does that mean? Either he is under*ge or not. There is not some fuzzy grey area coating the world between adults and children.

But sure, give him the benefit of the doubt. That does not excuse him liking multiple posts tagged with under*ge content. The most recent being less than an hour ago. Posts censored to the best of my ability below.

These posts all point to the same thing. The disgusting, undeniable truth that this man is attracted to under*ge content. Content depicting minors in sexual scenarios. Content that no member of society should ever consume. He is a p*dophile. For viewing this content of his own accord. For liking it, for reblogging it. For creating it on his own. He is a disgusting person.

FOLLOWING MINORS.

Him interacting with content like that above, consuming it in any capacity at all makes him unsafe to be around. For anyone. Especially minors.

Even though his blog is 18+, even though he preaches that minors should stay away from his blog. He still found himself following a 16 year old. Becoming mutuals with them. The fact this person is 16 is clearly displayed on their blog as well (in their pinned post).

Screenshots shown below. The individual’s user is censored out as, once again, they are a minor and I don’t feel they should have to be wrapped up in this mess.

Once again, Ezra is someone who preaches about minors staying out of adult spaces. Multiple times he has complained on his blog about minors following him and having to block them. You would think he does the same and would be more careful about curating his online spaces, however it he fails to do that.

I don’t believe this can be boiled down to a simple case of missing the age in their bio— this user has their age in their pinned post, as well as their about me. Along with the sexualisation of minors prevalent on his Twitter, it makes me extremely uncomfortable to know that he is following a minor in any capacity. I’m sure it would make anyone.

SEXUALIZING EDS AND SH.

To end the laundry list of posts on his twitter, we have him writing smut glorifying eds, as well as liking posts depicting sh in a sexual light. As always, screenshots are shown below, censored to the best of my ability.

In the post listed above, Suguru is described in a way that is hard to stomach. While it is not nearly as bad as everything else stated above, I feel it is still necessary to include, especially because in this pairing he has often described and implied Suguru to be a minor. There is a line and he has crossed it several times, this is just another example of such. Serving as the cherry on top to further demonstrate his mindset.

Dark content and discussion of these subjects in fiction are not the problem. The disturbing part of this is that Ezra often uses these tropes within his min*r/adult sexual fantasies, and when paired with the sh*ta and under*ge content, leaves a very poor taste in the mouth. It comes across as not only a gross f*tishization, but a gross f*tishization of taking advantage of a minor that way.

A DISCUSSION ON THE LIMITS OF DARK CONTENT.

In this section, I feel that it is important to touch on how dark content plays into all of this. I’d like to expressly state that this is NOT a condemnation of dark content or its consumption.

Dark fiction and dark content are a fine line. It’s a fantastic tool for exploring taboos and emotions or experiences that aren’t often talked about openly. DC creates what is essentially a safe space for exploring things that are not typically done or seen in the real world, with the knowledge that writing or engaging with it does not necessarily mean condoning it. That being said, this callout post is NOT about being anti-dc. Dark content is a literary or artistic tool. Keeping all of this in mind, to actively engage with sh*ta content in which a character is depicted sexually not only as a minor, but as a child, and to be sexually aroused by that image is the definition of p*dophilia. Writing or drawing children and engaging with that content in a sexual capacity is p*dophilia and at the very least, has p*dophilic tendencies. This is not dark content, this is p*dophilia.

It is one thing to write or create dark fiction between adults for the purpose of gratification or exploration of social dynamics and it is entirely another to engage with art of a child engaging in sexual acts with an adult for (seemingly) the intent purpose of sexual gratification. Everyone draws their own line, but it is also important to acknowledge that there are some depictions of taboo subjects that border (if not fully step-into) harmful, p*dophilic content that perpetuates behavior and mental tendencies that truly are dangerous.

To engage with a drawing of a child and a full grown adult in sexual acts for the purpose of sexual gratification is incredibly fucked up. And the fact that minor and adult p*rnography are not just common, but dominating Ezra's twitter page, should be an absolute red flag. It’s okay to acknowledge that dark content is a medium for fiction while also acknowledging that there are some ways of engaging with it that are harmful, especially when it is so glaringly obvious that the content is between a child and an adult (the art I am talking about specifically really is a child. I don’t urge anyone to look at it, but it is gojo depicted as a child of maybe 8 - 10 years old. I’m not using the term child as an umbrella term for minors here).

The problem, stated very plainly, is that the post/s he is engaging with are sexual depictions of a child with the purpose of sexual gratification. That’s the point here. It’s not the dark content, but rather that he is retweeting posts depicting a child of about 8-10 engaged in sexual acts and created for the purpose of sexual gratification.

Once again, this is not a condemnation of dark content. Dark content can be used in so many valuable ways— facing trauma, dealing with taboo subjects, exploring the literary world in a safe and healthy way. As someone who actively consumes dark content, I will be the first to tell you this. However there should always be limits to the types of content produced. Gaining any kind of gratification from looking at a child being a*saulted is disgusting. It is p*dophillic. Especially when he actively engages with minors on his platform.

This is not a conversation of morals— which side is right and wrong. But rather a conversation about the safety of children. This is not a conversation about ageing up as that is not what he is doing. The characters being depicted here are not being aged up, rather are being depicted as minors, or literal children being used for the sexual gratification of adults.

The issue here is a p*dophile. Not dark content. Not anything else.

CONCLUSION.

I’ll be honest, post was extremely hard for me to create. Discovering that someone I once thought was close to me is this kind of person feels disgusting and abhorrent. I honestly wish I never had the displeasure of meeting them in the first place.

Hopefully, by the end of this post you are able to see the kind of person Ezra really is. I could not be silent about this. I knew that the moment all I found all of this out. This post has been very difficult for me to write, but I hope by the end of it some good will come. Some people will be able to avoid interacting with this man.

I believe Ezra needs professional help, and truly hope that he is able to get it some day soon.

Please be careful with who you interact with on the Internet. Adults and minors alike, there are predators everywhere. Please try your best to stay safe in your own online spaces. All of the love in my heart goes out to anyone who has survived child expl*itation. I hope for nothing but the best for you in the future.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this post. I know it is long and triggering for most people. I hope you all have wonderful days and try your best to take care of yourself.

Listed below are some important numbers I would like to bring awareness to before this post is over.

National Child Ab*se Hotline (USA): 1-800-422-4453

National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (USA): 1-800-843-5678

The National Sexual A*sault Hotline (USA): 1-800-656-4673

Childline (UK): 0800-1111

International Child Helpline: 116-111

TLDR: Ezra has a Twitter account where he retweeted artwork of a child gojo being a*saulted by an adult toji. He liked as well as created posts depicting under*ge characters (literally tagged with ‘under*ge’). All while being mutuals with a 16 year old on tumblr.

Tags used to try and spread awareness. I tried to mostly include fandoms that he is in.

UPDATE: lmfao, he has since deleted the retweet of sh*ta gojo after he was called out. Literally proving that it was him.

#cw pedophilia #cw disturbing

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