sukuna taking care of yuji

Watching you eat bc your preggy with his babies~

requesting anything to do with puppy!choso🧸ྀི

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. you wake up to chocho admiring your sleeping body as he edges himself — mommy!reader, drabble

ii. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָཐིཋྀ

╰﹕ choso’s somnophilia

﹕ In attempt to suppress his moans, Choso’s mouth is covered, hips bucking into his hand. Your sleeping body next to him is what's keeping him going. His heavy breaths and quiet moans fill the air. Pre-cum spilling from his tip.

He’s already close as he's been edging himself for almost an hour. The thought of you waking up to his knot in you riled him up.

As you lay on your side, he runs his finger along your waistband, pushing his finger under and slowly pulling your panties down.

After revealing your perfect ass, he caresses it, being careful not to wake you as he shifts closer. His breath is heavy by now, panting over your shoulder.

His body fills him with a sudden desire, one of lust. One that he could no longer be denied. As he softly inserts himself into you, you slowly begin to wake up. "Puppy,” you question him between small moans. “What are you doing..?"

“Shhh, mama…” He puts his hand over your mouth, hushing you while he begins to softly pull in and out of you. The two of you, sleepily fucking, his movements sloppy.

Cho’s hand grabs your hip forcing himself into you. "I just couldn’t help myself...” he whined. His constant moaning and whimpering in your ear as you take it all.

Your simultaneous moans synchronized, reverberating off the walls. Shivers of anticipation cascaded down your spine, awakening every nerve ending as his skilled touch sent waves of pleasure through your body.

Your barely awoken senses came alive with each of his movements, your body responding eagerly to his every touch.

As he pumped you with a relentless rhythm, your body tensed with the building pleasure. Every thrust seemed to bring you closer to the edge, your breath hitching with each stroke.

Without warning, he slams into you, filling you up with his warm load. Panting like a dog, he pulls himself out of you, his cum dripping down from your cunt. “I’m sorry, mommy…” he mumbled.

"Don’t be, pup." You murmur. “But now it’s my turn.” you snarl as shift around to face him. You turn him on his back as you throw your legs around his waist. Straddling him, he looks up to you with a prey-like lust in his eyes.

You prop yourself up on your knees, giving just enough room to reinsert him.

Cho whimpers at this action, and you smirk as he squirms below you. “C‘mon baby,” You coo while you slowly start to roll your hips against him. “You can take it.”

He’s super sensitive now, his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you. Your warm insides drive him crazy. “Mommy…” he groaned. You notice his hips begin to thrust into the air, emphasizing the feeling of him inside of you.

Each passionate sound echoed and lingered in the air. “You’re so needy, puppy.” you mumble, “All for me?”

He nods obediently. “Yes mama…” he whispers under his breath.

You feel you both reaching your peaks as his cock pulses inside of you. Cho whimpers and pushes at you to get off, but to no avail. With a final thrust and grind, you’re once again stuffed with his warm liquid.

“That’s a good boy” you exhale with a grin, leaning over his body to kiss his quivering lips.

satosugu mailman au 💌

a very special delivery for @kymsys's birthday! how many days will it take for satoru to fall in love with his new mailman? let's find out!!

here's part one for my tumblr pals to enjoy! however, i'll be posting this work over quite a few days over on twitter/x, so please head over there if you want to follow along! if you don't have an account, i'll be uploading the entire thing to my ao3 when it's done — so don't fret ♥️ enjoy the fic!!

There were three things Gojō Satoru loved above all else: sweets, scale model kits, and sleep. He was a simple man in that sense — really, he asked for very little except a healthy supply of sugary treats, the occasional plastic mech, and an undisturbed lie-in seven days a week. So, when the shrill ring of his doorbell wrenched Satoru from a beautiful dream at exactly 8am on a Monday morning? Needless to say, he wasn’t pleased. Now, Satoru wasn’t an unreasonable person. He understood that the rest of the world started moving a little earlier than him — which is why Satoru had taken special measures to protect his precious rest without hindering anyone else. He’d chosen a job that allowed him to work from home, forgone the company of a housemate in favour of living alone, and — most importantly for a hobbyist like Satoru who ordered more kits, paints, and crafting tools than any one person needed — installed a secure parcel drop box outside his front door, preventing the need for anyone to pester him. That’s why Satoru didn’t bother getting out of bed after the first ring, assuming that the person who’d decided to disturb him would eventually figure it out for themselves. Perhaps they were a bit slow though — because less than thirty seconds later, the doorbell came screaming through the house again. Swearing into his pillow, Satoru pulled the duvet up to his ears. All he could do was hope they’d leave quickly so he could snatch at least some sleep in the 45 minutes left until his alarm went off. No such luck. Right when Satoru thought it was safe to relax, the doorbell started up again — and this time, it didn’t stop. With a stream of profanities falling from his lips, Satoru hauled himself out of bed, seeing red as he stomped down the stairs and marched across the hallway to the front door. He flung it open with a frustrated snarl, preparing to share some choice words with the impatient piece of shit on the other side — only for his insults to die on his tongue at the sight of the man standing before him. The broadest shoulders he’d ever laid eyes on; thick arms, tanned and toned; a muscular torso tapering down to a tiny waist — and all packaged in a uniform, for god’s sake. When Satoru finally managed to lift his jaw off the floor, he looked up at the man’s face and the damn thing unhinged from his skull all over again. He was all sharp cheekbones and sunkissed skin and the sweetest smile Satoru had ever seen. Perhaps a little too sweet now that he really looked at it. ‘I think your doorbell is broken.’

Sure, the guy was hot — easily the prettiest person Satoru had ever seen — but that didn’t stop his eye from twitching at the blatant passive aggression masked behind that sickly sweet smile. Satoru matched it with one of his own. ‘I assure you, it’s not.’ ‘Oh, I’m so sorry!’ Satoru didn't think he seemed sorry in the slightest — even if his voice did sound like melted chocolate. ‘I’ve got a parcel for Gojō Satoru?’ When hot mailman tilted his head to the right, a lock of glossy black hair fell into his face. Too short to secure in his bun and too short to tuck behind his ear, he simply brushed it away from warm eyes the colour of honey. Satoru wondered if every part of him was as gorgeous. ‘It needs a signature.’ Shocked out of his stupor, Satoru's gaze travelled to the box at the right of the door. ’The regular guy always puts them in there.’ Hot mailman simply beamed at him. ‘Do I look like the regular guy to you?’ No, Satoru thought. There’s nothing regular about you. As though he could read minds, hot mailman winked at him. ‘Then I’ll need a signature, please.’ And god — he was so effortlessly charming that, for the first time in his life, Satoru found himself speechless. For a long moment, he simply stood there, gawping like an idiot. When hot mailman eventually quirked an amused eyebrow in his direction, Satoru had no choice but to take the signature pad being waved at him, managing to make a hash of his name before wordlessly handing it back. Having completely and utterly embarrassed himself, Satoru had started to retreat into the safety of his home when a strong hand closed around the edge of the door. Hot mailman popped his head around the side. ‘You forgot your parcel.’ Satoru watched those amber eyes as they slid down the length of his body — and hot mailman's sickly sweet smile morphed into a devilish grin. ‘Your clothes, too.’ Glancing down at himself, Satoru’s heart stopped in his chest when he realised he’d answered the door in nothing but his boxers — and not fitted Calvin Kleins that emphasised what he was working with either. No, the ratty, stretched out Digimon boxers he’d owned since he was 17. With a mortified squeak, Satoru snatched the parcel from hot mailman’s hands and slammed the door in his face, uncaring of whether his stupid bangs got caught in the doorframe. Tossing the package onto the floor, Satoru brought his palms to his rapidly heating cheeks, taking a moment to stare into the silence of his hallway. Then, he summoned all the air in his lungs and let out the single loudest ‘fuck!’ he’d ever produced. Hot mailman’s beautiful laughter travelled down the entire length of the driveway.

I ain't scared of the supernatural no more, if I ever get possessed I'd just be l like "take it from here ig, Good Luck LMAO" and just tap out.

Happy lesbian visibility week♡

Are you a Sashisu stan bcs you’re insane? Or are you insane bcs you’re a Sashisu stan?

Inspired by Wishlist-Pearl Jam

Shiu, we KNOW you secretly like the view too.

The King & Queen and the small prince 💗 ❤️‍🔥

Yea this was not planned at all but I felt like changing Sukuna and Ai’s dynamic again which resulted in there being a kid, his name is Ryuusei who is currently beefing with Sukuna right now over Ai. I also changed Ai’s lore too, she use to be a human princess that was treated quite poorly by possible suitors and her own father the king who had he killed in secret. She wanted revenge as soon as she emerged and went on a rampage. Knowing of that Sukuna had a peak of interest in her, so gave her a deal that she refused at first with it sounding sketchy.

He offered that he will help her become stronger almost as if the two shared a goal of wanting the world to burn together. But she must become his wife in return, strange that he who doesn’t care for love gave her a proposal and a new title The “Queen of Anguish & Aroma” but she still is pretty much the same with him. But they had Ryuusei followed by triplets named Rio, Aki and their sister Ayumi.

This is a spoiler but this means that my Sukuna kids are Yuji’s cousins lol

Ai True form version

go north, gojo-sensei!!

Revival and togetherness. The big flower is Gojo, and his students are the smaller flowers.

the coolest kids on the block

五夏　What if

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