i love choso sketches like this ᥫ᭡.

he looks so peaceful here ᥫ᭡.

he’s drawn with so much love and care ᥫ᭡.

I miss the days when you could see a cool image and didn’t have to analyse it to see if it’s actually AI

Closer - N.K.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, husband!Nanami, married life, domesticity, Papamin, Yuji and Choso cameos, interruptions, cóckbIocked by your oblivious sons, slight edgíng, 5 +1 things if you squint, FÉRAL Nanami, oraI (fem rec.), face-ríding, manhandIing, spítting, chokíng, fíngering, ROUGH s, cervíx kíssing, all over the house, big Ds, P TALKING, BRÉEDING, mentions of kids, matíng presses, creampíes, cúmpIay, MARATHONS, heavy overstím, CÚMFLATION, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 16.1k

A/N. Based on the manga ‘By Day, a Devoted Husband. By Night, Full-on Beast Mode’ by The Waidan.

T-minus 5 days until the long weekend.

“Reading journal…pencil case…extra cap…” You’re rifling through the essentials stuffed inside your energetic son’s backpack. He was five already, and reaching that age where he just insisted he could do all those ‘big boy’ things by himself. “Hm…I think you have everything-”

“Really? Yippee—” Yuji’s pumping his fist in the air, before he’s immediately tugging the Spiderman-covered bag out of your hands and darting towards the open door. “Okay, momma- myfriendsareheregottogoloveyoubye-”

You watch after the blur of Spiderman and orange t-shirt in a slight daze, “Ah- right. I love you, b-” Before…you just slightly turn your head to the side, and in your peripheral vision you see- “Wait! Yuji, you forgot your-”

A hand on your hip. A strong figure by your side.

“Yuuuji—” A stern yet warm voice echoes, stopping the boy in his tracks in a split-second. “You’ve forgotten your lunch box, sunshine.” And towards the blond-haired man, you turn your head appreciatively.

Nanami Kento.

Your husband.

𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐁𝐚𝐞 | 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨.

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary & note: a look into dating werewolf!choso and what's it like when you ovulate and push him into a rut for the first time (( been thinking about werewolf!choso and what that would be like! ))

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞: in a universe where you're a rare creature that's a fae, known for being exploited for their magical blood. You and Choso are cosmically bonded — aka fated — and he takes you being his mate seriously.

🏷 tags & warnings: neva a beta so subject to be edited. minors do not interact as there is explicit content ahead. werewolf!choso, fae!reader, reader has a vagina, established relationship, p in v sex, jealousy, choso can't keep his hands off of you, dom!choso, submissive!reader, squirting/creaming, usage of daddy and princess, biting, marking, doggy and mating press, she has a cheesy moment at the end, aftercare !

✎₊˚  word count: 3k —ish

Werewolf!Choso loves your scent. Although he has a hard time describing it perfectly, the closest things he can compare it to is jasmine and lemon. He's always nuzzling his nose in your hair, neck, and wrist whenever he can.

"It calms me and him", he says, referring to his wolf

ARF ARF ARF BARK BARK BARK BARK👹👹👹👹

this was so fucking GOOD😭

thinking abt him squishing my cheeks together in his hand (/condescending)

❝ soulmates are just one big, dumb theory, right? ❞

ㅤwc ──── 3.7k

ㅤcws ──── pure fluff, unrequited -> requited love, pining, Satoru's a bit of an ass but he doesn't mean it, kiss scene so awkward but so cute, may have errors because I suck at proofreading

ㅤMORE ME | P.TAGLIST

So many girls have rejected him by now (you didn’t hear this from me), sometimes solely because of the fact that he’s simply too intense.

He wants love at first sight, the explosive chemistry, the we're-meant-for-each-other kiss, the knowing feeling at the center of his heart that he’s gonna be your husband one day and have five kids with you.

Crazy how a man can yearn for love so much, feel so much, and yet spend most his time cooped up in a stuffy lecture room enduring an uninspiring drawl from a pale-faced professor.

When he’s not suffocating in a physics lab or lonely classroom, or loitering in the halls with his best friend, he’s slipping back to his sulky dorm room to claim a moment of silence because god — nothing disturbs him quite like noise.

Satoru’s been so sensitive to noise, since he was little. Always perceived as a drama queen, or a diva, or a crybaby; but it truly gets to him.

He can’t stand it; the chatter, the birds, the city’s groans, a clank of silverware, a bad laugh, heels on brick. It causes his precious genius thoughts to disperse, and worse, pulls him out of his carefully-plotted daydreams of finding his one and only.

And what a coincidence that the idea of his soulmate happens to have your features, your hair, your walking gait, your laughter, your poetic way.

When I tell you that he’s been tormented from the moment he met you, it’s an understatement.

Head of white ducking the moment he caught sight of you, he walks straight backwards from the aisle you’re in, and hurries over to his best friend for reassurance.

“She’s over there.” Satoru points, whisper-shouting.

Baby blue eyes unblinking at Suguru, who is skimming through a fat calculus textbook.

A smooth voice replies, “Then go talk to her. She’s friendly; Shoko introduced me to her last week.”

“What! And not me?!”

Suguru mumbles, “... you tend to trash-talk the arts department, so I can see why...”

“—bitch, I love poetry!”

“Name one poet, Satoru.”

“Rachmaninov.”

“No.”

“Tchaikovsky?”

Suguru gawks. “Are you joking, or do you actually not know any?”

“Like you do!” Satoru hisses.

“T.S. Eliot, Allen Ginsberg, Sylvia Plath...” Suguru lists off.

“Whatever, just—! The only poet I give a damn about is that one over there. Look, look! She was carefully crafted by angels, I swear to god!”

His best friend starts snickering, and Satoru grows frantic when he sees you heading for the library’s exit.

STOPPP THIS IS SO CUTE I WANNA EAT HIMMMM

aye can i get uh………ingredients on my burger

beetroot?

you want beetroot?

you want fucking beet root?

ingredience

no u cannot feed my work to ai and no u cannot use it to make a cai bot. it literally says that on my page. if u ask me that ur getting blocked immediately

go goon like a normal person and read or watch smth, do yall not realize how weird it is that u need to talk to a robot to get off or simulate friends/partners

apologies for the multiple posts in like 12 hours abt ts but i’m sick and tired rn of ppl asking like wtf is going on - please go outside omg ?? talk to a human being

REAL SHIT.

you guys genuinely have no respect for people who have placed boundaries within this community and all yall are doing is pushing amazing writers away because yall are going against what they have already forbid and or are continuing to ask them about something they already said NO TOO.

From: [email protected]

Subject: Talk To Me Please

LMAOOO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

▷ The Summoning

A/N: trueform!sukuna my beloved, nngh. I swear this is the last fic I'm putting a 67 joke in, I'm sorry, they're so stupid I love them LMAOOOO. Hope you enjoy! Banner from "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako" (Kinktober Masterlist.) [MDNI]

Did you know ghosts fuck harder than humans?

Okay, yeah, that sounds a bit absurd but when you find yourself double stuffed and ruined on one fateful night during the spooky month of October, the question does begin to dawn on you again.

Yes, again. You've thought about it before. Y'know, the whole wondering of how a ghost would fuck a human and the logistics of that...

So when you run into a particular ghost who just so happens to be a literal monster with two cocks that haven't been touched in centuries, obviously you have to satisfy that curiosity of yours!

this has done smth to me and now the walls are white

camboy!Choso is obsessed with you

18+

choso Kamo, god, just the sound of his name was so sexy, you loved watching him, the way he’d stroke his lengthy hand up and down his chubby cock, his lidded eyes staring off into the camera, lip bleeding from how hard he’s been biting it.

Hearing him whimper an’ cry was one thing but seeing it too—god you were done for, especially when he’d make that cute little noise of gratefulness when you’d send him 100$ through donations, the way his hand would speed up just a littttleeee faster when you’d talk to him in the chat, you being his tenth viewer.

the man wasn’t famous but you managed to stumble upon his livestream while looking for late night materials, deep into your scrolling—you saw him, face flushed, tattoos scattered across his body, tongue out, piercing glistening in the dim light.

Eyes hooded—tears streaming down his face, long hair cascading down his neck—you knew you were fucked when you immediately grabbed your viborator, plopping your laptop down beside you.

each and every live you joined, he started recognizing you more and more, a small smile planting on his face when he’d see your cute little “hiiiii” in the chat.

“missed you” he’d purr, voice low, gravely almost, you’d keen, his name spilling out of your mouth when he’d wrench his slick fist faster against his raging tip.

pornhub would never compare to this, Choso kamo in his glory, fisting his cock every night, praying—just praying to whatever god is out there that you’d come in to chat.

he looked forward to it—to you—spending every waking moment, thinking about you, what you looked like, smelt like, fucked like, god he knew you had to be hot, the way you’d talk to him, the way you’d spam him with donations when his cum spurted all over his sweaty tummy.

he craved you—your attention—validation.

he was obsessed with you

@orgasmbunny do not plagiarize

❥ Demanding that Sukuna marry you already .ᐟ Fem reader, pregnant reader

“SUKUNA RYOMEN.”

There were very few things that scared the king of curses.

“When the hell are you going to propose to me?”

You are one of them.

Yes, you.

You, who's half his size, all flowers and silk compared to the blood and carnage that surrounded him. You, who had him wrapped on your pinky finger. You, who screamed bloody murder after a roach had started flying in the kitchen.

You, who was very, very pregnant.

“Soon, woman.” He huffed, feigning indifference despite the sweat starting to form on his brow.

“Soon? And when exactly is soon? When my bump is obvious and our child is born out of wedlock?” You screeched, fists curled at your sides.

Sukuna shifted, leaning against his arm with a scowl, his concentration lingering on the action lest it turn into a pout.

“If this child is hailed as an illegitimate heir, I will personally rip you off that putrid throne of yours–”

Sukuna’s eye twitched, posture straightening as he glared down at you. Yet there was no real heat behind it. “Watch your mouth woman–”

“No! You watch your mouth before spewing this– this idiocy!” You cut him off, finger pointing right at him. Your tone was enough to have him flinch– yes, flinch, just slightly backwards.

“Wed me before I run away and find a man who will!!” you tapped your foot, 99% sure you would definitely go through with the idea. You knew this. Sukuna knew this. There were a lot of very prominent bachelors vying for your hand after all, from the Zen’in clan to the Gojo clan, Sukuna's most despised enemies.

“Do you understand me, Ryomen?”

Sukuna bit his tongue, brows knitted. No 'Ryo'. No 'kuna'.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Why, are you feeling threatened, my king?”

A grumble. A tapping finger. And finally, a pout.

“Fine. Dress well tonight. I will announce our wedding by dinner.”

You hummed in satisfaction, the previous ire on your face melting away quicker than sukuna could fathom. “Good. Well then, if you excuse me, I must prepare.” Your voice was silky smooth as you bowed, shoes swiftly tapping against the wood as you rushed to your chambers to inform your ladies-in-waiting of the good news.

“I used to have power.” Sukuna grumbled as uraume appeared beside them, watching your retreating figure with a tinge of amusement. “Mhm.”

“I used to be unstoppable.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“I used to tear villages apart, rip skin off of bone as screams echoed like music to my ears,” he continued. “I used to bend to no one's will!!” He roared, slamming his fist into the armrest of his regal and very not putrid throne.

“That is true, my lord.” Uraume nodded. Sarcasm grazing their tone.

Sukuna slumped into the chair, scowling at how easy the thought of you had made him soft. How easy you had him trading his reputation for ruthlessness for a man who was a pathetic puddle for his soon-to-be wife.

“Tsk. I despise that woman.”

“Of course you do, my lord.”

A beat of silence. Then another.

“Uraume.”

“Yes, my king?”

“Do not tell her I said that.”

“...”

A.N. uraume was totally gonna snitch btw

Taglist : @sweethearticism