Kissing The Duct Tape That’s Over Her Mouth So She Knows I Still Care About Her

mdni!! ^^

my phones overheating so i have to make this quick BUT sukuna fucking u with both of his cocks while uraume watches.

the only reason sukuna invited them to watch at all was bc he noticed the lingering glances uraume would give u and thought it would be amusing to watch them try to stay composed. they’re gripping onto their kimono while ur whining out their name, begging for them to touch u.

mmmmffffff yea i need to write a drabble for this soon. (id leave sukuna in a heartbeat for them)

i am verrryyyy nanami brained rn

♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut

★ sub! choso

★ smd!!! (throatfucking choso w/ ur strap (≧∀≦))

extras: ☆

People need to learn the difference between AFAB (assigned female at birth) and Fem. “AFAB reader!” “SHE” THERE IS A DIFFERENCE. Just because someone was born a girl doesn’t mean they are a girl, y’all need to think critically

mdni :p

choso thanking u when he cums in ur pussy….. he’s all whiny and flushed, unshed tears stinging his eyes as he thrusts into you. he’s gripping at whatever part of your body he could get to, your tits, your tummy, your thighs — his brain can’t decide what to do with his hands even while he’s in the throes of pleasure. it was cute, you would’ve teased him about it if you weren’t in the same state as him.

“fuck, i’m gonna-” his breath hitches and cuts him off, though you knew what he meant. you could feel him about to pull out and let out a whine of protest, wrapping your legs around his waist so he stopped moving. he looked at you with a confused expression, looking almost akin to a puppy with the way he cocked his head to the side slightly.

his eyes widened when you begged him to cum inside of you in that pretty voice of yours. how could he ever refuse you?

suddenly your knees are being pressed to your chest and his thrusts become more erratic, desperately chasing his high so he can do what you asked. he’s babbling almost incoherently, completely pussydrunk. “fuck- thank you, baby, thank you so much… gonna fill you up so good, i promise.”

he hides his face in your neck when he cums, whispering thank you’s into your skin like a mantra. he stays like that for a second, his weight a pleasant warmth as he slumps against you while recovering from his high.

“can i… can i do that again? please?” his voice is so soft. tentative, as if he was afraid of you rejecting him. you only nod in response, still catching your breath from the last round.

how could you ever say no when he was so polite?

okay so like what do i do now that this reached 1,000 notes. like do i write more choso or just like say thank u orrrrr……

(genuinely tysm for the love. i — like many — had such a shitty day but this brightened it :)) )

mdni :p

choso thanking u when he cums in ur pussy….. he’s all whiny and flushed, unshed tears stinging his eyes as he thrusts into you. he’s gripping at whatever part of your body he could get to, your tits, your tummy, your thighs — his brain can’t decide what to do with his hands even while he’s in the throes of pleasure. it was cute, you would’ve teased him about it if you weren’t in the same state as him.

“fuck, i’m gonna-” his breath hitches and cuts him off, though you knew what he meant. you could feel him about to pull out and let out a whine of protest, wrapping your legs around his waist so he stopped moving. he looked at you with a confused expression, looking almost akin to a puppy with the way he cocked his head to the side slightly.

his eyes widened when you begged him to cum inside of you in that pretty voice of yours. how could he ever refuse you?

suddenly your knees are being pressed to your chest and his thrusts become more erratic, desperately chasing his high so he can do what you asked. he’s babbling almost incoherently, completely pussydrunk. “fuck- thank you, baby, thank you so much… gonna fill you up so good, i promise.”

he hides his face in your neck when he cums, whispering thank you’s into your skin like a mantra. he stays like that for a second, his weight a pleasant warmth as he slumps against you while recovering from his high.

“can i… can i do that again? please?” his voice is so soft. tentative, as if he was afraid of you rejecting him. you only nod in response, still catching your breath from the last round.

how could you ever say no when he was so polite?

The "cries when he first puts it in" club

remembering the 6’7 geto cosplayer i saw at megacon last year….. lord………..