lost fairy 🧚🏾‍♀️

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ in which sukuna ryomen is in a band, has an intimidating aura, and a crush on his nephew’s babysitter. who hates him. deeply.

cursed frequency / the sisterhood of the traveling vape

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ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ in which sukuna ryomen is in a band, has an intimidating aura, and a crush on his nephew’s babysitter. who hates him. deeply.

cursed frequency / the sisterhood of the traveling vape

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oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!

sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((

“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.

“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.

nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.

he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.

one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breathe whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(

“baby, baby. breathhhe.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.

“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”

you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.

the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.

We just saw a Black African-American teen die, who was the only black person amongst your kind. Why is it always that way??You know AAVE but you don’t know the struggles and consequences that come behind being BLACK!! It’s irritating!!!!

Recently, Britain specifically has been threatening to deny visas to people who are requesting reparations for all the DAMAGE they’ve caused!!! How crazy is that! They literally RAPED the Caribbean of everything, brought their diseases, and dipped. You guys are literally EVERYWHERE!!! Let us black people have something for ourselves for once!!! Also, nothing is wrong with people of all colours races etc writing for a person of a specific race (At least I don't think so) it’s the way you went about it!!! And you’ve had your account for months and not ONCE did you think to clear that up???

Be fr who looked at your account and said wow that must be because her hair is black or whatever tf your hair colour is???? You telling me you couldn’t use the base name for a hair colour?? Brunette? Something???? You tying yourself up in a big long rope of lies and deception!!!! The more you say stuff, the more I’m getting pissed off because it’s a bunch of bs, and I know you know it’s a bunch of bs!!!! That’s what’s irritating!!! What are you getting out of this???? You showing your friends oh look how I got all these black people COONING over me???? You were giddy from behind your screen looking like a Quaker. We just didn’t know it yet. We’ve, well I’ve been giving you unnecessary power without even knowing it😭

I had my own experience with you that turned me ALLL the way off. I knew something was off with your ass from that point on. Such a shame you had to be a popular blog. I really loved your work. But you're just another one of them. I was just hoping and praying the day came when everyone saw your fake ass like I did. And all those coons running to your rescue are a BIG part of society’s problem and why this shit will NEVER END. The more they save your fraudulent, condescending ass, the more years each one of them is setting us back. Let me let y'all know something, all this running around and kissing white people's ass? Yeah? They'll NEVER return the favour!! You're gonna be waiting like a lovesick puppy looking stuck on stupid!

No matter if you like being black or not they only see colour!(the one thing they say that they don't see which is yet again, bs.) They saw colour when they made separate bathrooms, they saw colour when they wouldn't allow black people to enter certain establishments! Oh they saw colour THEN! South Africa anyone? Segregation? The fact that you needed an ID to get into a community, and if you were black on the white side of town, you were arrested and received harsh treatment?? Sharpeville Massacre? Steve Biko was one of the main leaders of that movement, putting his life on the line for us!! Y'all started this shit, and it's gonna keep going, unfortunately. It's so great, you can be black here, deceiving all your homegirls with your TikTok slang and use of AAVE, then log off and be a white woman! That duality must have been amazing! Shame we can't all do that!! If you don't see colour, then you don't see me! Simple as that.

You can never win when you play dirty. You can NEVER. WIN.

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On Nanami’s birthday he enjoys the celebration and praise from everyone, but there’s one little thing nagging at the back of his mind through all the cakes and badly wrapped tie pins. He doesn’t say anything, but your presence is pointedly missing, and that tiny fact is enough to dampen his spirits despite the jovial atmosphere. He’s a little grumpy by the end of the day as a result, more so by the way Gojo seems to be hell bent on clinging to him. After one too maybe bear hugs he finally makes a remark, a snide little comment about how he much prefers Gojo’s “other half”. Gojo just grins that same shit-eating grin as usual, but his grip on Nanami’s shoulder is tight when he chirps in reply “let’s go see her then, right now!”.

Nanami barely has the chance to open his mouth before he’s engulfed in a sizzle of energy. Gojo’s hand still firmly clasped over his shoulder, he finds himself standing in an unfamiliar bedroom, and when his vision finally focuses he chokes at the sight that greets him. It’s you, blindfolded, splayed over crisp white sheets and wrapped up like a gift. Each bare limb is glittering, bound expertly in an intricate banding of yellow ribbon - his favourite colour. He hadn’t had a favourite colour before, not until he’d seen you waltz in one morning donning a yellow sundress, looking like a beam of sunlight personified. He sees you in the daisies that pepper the footpath, the warmth of a summer day, the sand beneath his feet on the beachside, and now in the restraints lacing each of your oiled limbs like a bow atop a gift he’s been pining after for years - and it’s all just too much.

He’s speechless, unable to even lift a finger to argue when Gojo guides him into a chair directly across from where you’re perched on the bed, giving him a stellar view of just how far gone you already are. Nanami is dizzy, tenfold when his eyes roam down and he notices the little red light blinking between your spread thighs, tucked beneath a pair of pale blue panties already soaked through and glistening a little with the vibration.