meli

at-home boudoir photoshoot with older!nanami (suggestive, based off this poll)

here you were, sat on the bed exactly how kento wanted you to be. 

you rest on the insides of your thighs, knees flat and pointed outward on the sheets, hands poised demurely on the tops of your thighs— but your gaze still wandered along the subtle ripples of the bedsheets, daring not to look at him. behind that vintage leica m3 was your doting husband, and it was your idea to have this boudoir photoshoot together.

you even picked out your lingerie, choosing a classy black lace set and simple sheer black stockings he gifted you on your birthday! 

regardless, it seems that a small sense of hesitancy and constraint has caught up to you. 

“it’s still me, my love. there's no need to be shy.” nanami reassures after noticing your discomfort. his tone just as soft as the sunlight brushing your exposed skin. 

you noted to yourself that this is the most concentrated you’ve ever seen him: glasses pushed up into his disheveled hair, a soft crease between his brows, paired with one eye closed as the other peers through the camera’s viewfinder. 

“…i don’t know if this’ll look good, ken…” you murmur, nervously toying with the frilly lace choker wrapped around your neck. “are you sure about this lighting?” “yes, i’m very sure. you look radiant in natural light. perfect, love.” click! “but does the light even matter? the photos will come out in black and white anyway…” you reply dejectedly. “black and white leaves the possibility of choice, my love. color is merely but a distraction,” nanami declares profoundly behind the lens.

“in a way….it leaves more room for the imagination. and by that....well, that is what makes this erotic.” 

click!

you were so over it.

when that didn’t comfort you, nanami let out a sigh, lowering the camera slightly to see you in color. “you can drop your shoulders slightly, sweetheart.” he chides, reaching down to card his fingers through your hair. “relax…there is need to pose for me. you’re already my muse.” 

you could’ve sworn it was the sun rays heating your cheeks, but something about that loosened the tension in your brow, daring you to look up at him and into the camera’s aperture. you sat up straighter, chest pushed out a little more, with your head tilted just slightly. 

“stay right there, love. do not move.” 

a click of the shutter was followed by a proud smile. 

and there it was, the decisive moment. 

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true form!sukuna x (annoying) concubine!reader (crack)

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your head dropped down to stare at his happy trail. sukuna was fresh out of the hot springs from a lovely bath (still dripping) with a towel wrapped around his hips. His muscular form was well on display for you, a you stood in front of him, very contemplative. hand on your chin and all. “what.” he deadpanned, knowing that there was some bullshit cooking up in that brain of yours….or at least what was left of it, he thought. his belly mouth had its lips parted and panting from the prior steam. “so would your hair down there be a beard or still be a happy trail? wait- maybe not a beard per say, more like a goatee, right?” you craned your head back to stare up at him expectantly. he blinked. sighed even. the mouth shut immediately. “you know….because you have a mouth on your stomach.” you said like it was the most obvious thing ever, which it kind of was. before you knew it, one of his four hands reached down, placed itself flat onto the top of your head and over your eyes to move you aside so he could step inside. “it looks good though! do keep it as it is, kuna.” a tired groan could be heard from deep inside. 

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it was midday now, you two had decided to share some sencha together. initially you were sat across from sukuna, but you being the lovely way that you are, had made you way to perch yourself right next to him. sukuna refrained from making any offhand comments. he felt a hand nudge the closed lips on his stomach. “what do you think you’re doing.” his voice boomed, monotone. your hands froze where they were, you expression dropping just slightly like a misbehaving pup. you had a teacup in each hand filled to the brim. “the rest of you is missing out on this brew. you seem to like it. wanted to give it some love too.” you spoke honestly, going back to coaxing the lips open. “why are you so….strange. you weren’t like this when i picked you.” you shrugged. “you just didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, huh.” his two sets of eyes narrowed down at you, and reluctantly, the mouth finally parted its lips, revealing that giant tongue and those fearsome canines. you beamed, eagerly leaning over to pour each teacup one by one with the soothing blend.

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it was time to wind down for the night and sukuna had you in his chambers for today. you laid there, silken robes strewn about across the futon, yet content with each other. He had an arm draped around your shoulders, mindlessly playing with your hair, focused on how it coiled around his finger. meanwhile, you had inevitably found yourself toying with his lower half. 

the mouth is now half-open, a rare occurrence that only ever happens after intimacy when he’s relaxed, you’ve noticed. taking full advantage of this incredible opportunity, you daringly reach inside the mouth, poking around his razor-sharp teeth, patting his cheeks (?), and squishing his wet, drooling tongue. in the corner of your eye, you looked up at him to see if was annoyed at all. huh. he seems pretty….content? wow. i’m good at what I do what can i say. you smirked to yourself before turning back to poke around. in. out. in. out. heh. in- 

CHOMP.

you yelp, instantly retracting your precious hand, glaring up at sukuna, only to hear the man rumbling with laughter. both mouths stretched out into wicked grins, taunting and teasing you. 

18+ mdni!

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“b-baby- haah- i— i just- hnngh!” choso whimpered out pathetically. his shaky, sweaty arms barely able to hold himself up as he hovered above you. he’s been like this for five minutes now, simply nudging and gently thrusting his tip against your sopping pussy and clit. “she’s just- ah- taunting me, angel...” his voice cracked in the cutest and most depraved way possible. “choso, baby….we haven’t even put it in yet…” you cooed with a hand stroking his cheek, a bit concerned now, given how flushed his cheeks were. choso leaned into your touch, glossy lips parted just enough for you to feel the humid air breathe against the palm of your hand. “i-i know. y’er- aah f-fuck! your pussy’s just so good to me…..too good, hnngh…” 

luckily enough, you were just as depraved as him. you let him falter for far too long and you’re far too empty to be left like this, right? so, to his utter shock and surprise, you naughtily wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer into you. choso mewled out. mewled. back even arched like a dirty little alley cat. his hands scrambled to grab onto something, anything: your biceps, your breasts, until they rested on your sides. A few seconds passed, choso still frozen above you. “baby…? everything okay….?” you asked, starting to spiral that you had accidentally gone too far. drip…drip…. a few rivulets of water trickled down your chest, cooling in comparison to the warmth of your skin.

your heart dropped, hands shooting up to push back some of his dangling sweat streaked hair. “ch-choso baby…?! what’s……wrong?” oh I see. your eyes were met with the most wretched, pitiful, and glossy doe eyes that were choso’s. thick and heavy tears were welled up along his waterline, eyeliner dripping down his cheeks and looking utterly wrecked by you; his religion. his lower lip quivered, barely able to get a breath in. “it hurts,” he whined. your eyes immediately widened, both hands cupping his cheeks. “it hurts how much I love you, angel- f-fuck!” you’ll never know what else he was going to say, as your legs tightened around him, forcing him to fully bottom out. it was your turn to whimper, having never felt this full and for his tip to fully kiss your cervix. “you’re so dramatic, baby…” you chided with a loving chuckle, hand running through his hair. choso simply dropped his head onto your chest in response, letting out a long drawn out whine.  

it's safe to say, your boyfriend is completely done for. 

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18+ mdni! based on this req

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what’s gotten into him? i mean, it’s been hours and he can’t seem to pull out away.

“c’mon princess, keep those eyes open for me.” he groaned above you, rutting into you with smooth, long, and languid strokes.  

you’d never heard him so desperate before, and right now, I don’t think you could even process that.

it’s been hours, a blur of positions, and countless creampies. right now, he’s got you on your side with your thigh wrapping around the front of his waist. god, could he even be any deeper?

yes. yes he can. 

“‘ji...ngh…i can’t anymore..hic! t-too s-sensitive now…” you practically pawed at him, leg flailing briefly before his veiny, deft hand wrapped around the meat of your thigh. flawlessly, toji hoists your leg further up to rest on his shoulder, his wide tip kissing your womb over and over.

“aww, but pussy’s telling me otherwise, princess. she wants it deeper ’n harder, right? right, princess?” he mocked, his tone pitched up to a teasing lilt, while briefly speaking to your throbbing and gushy pussy. he stared down at you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his scarred lip as he purposely leaned down closer to you, to angle to hips better. he groans like a bitch and you can’t get enough.

fluffy olderbf!nanami (semi-geeky-nerdy-awkward nanami if you squint, suggestive at the end)

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"kentooo? where did you put my……oh." you stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway, incredibly cartoonish in nature. total deer in headlights.

that was the first time you saw them. that slutty little pair of grandpa-lookin ass reading glasses. they were a silvery, rectangular, thinly-wired framed pair that sat so perfectly on the middle of his nose bridge. sure, you’d seen him wear his circular, steampunk-esque glasses, but you saw those nearly everyday.

boooo, boring.

but these….

you were so hypnotized by his dashing, domestic appearance, his blonde hair down and no longer gelled, all while wearing the adorable baby blue pinstripe pajamas you gifted him for his birthday. you’ve never been more flustered. similar to you, he was just as engrossed by a hardcover, special edition of the utterly riveting novel, the scarlet letter, paying no mind to you at first. he sat by the end of the couch, reclining and simply minding his business as he attempted the art of relaxation to combat working overtime. 

despite the spectacles, you couldn't help but notice the tiny lines between his brows while reading. oh how you started to salivate at the sight, body temp heating up and-

18+ mdni! (light fluff in the beginning, oral f!receiving, p in v, slight breath play, gentle dom!choso)

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it started off innocent, really.

the first time he noticed your habit was when you were toying around with those brown, gritty, compostable straws longer than usual. as part of your daily routine, you two had gone out for morning coffee before you truly started the day.

now, back at home, choso stood in front of the bathroom mirror, twisting the charcoal eyeliner inside the tiny sharpener with the utmost care. he raised the newly sharpened pencil up to his eye, leaning in closer with raised brows, but immediately froze upon spotting you perched on the edge of the bed.

the iced mocha was long gone, only ice left inside. you were mindlessly nibbling on the tip of the straw while trying to suck out the last remaining sips of the immensely diluted coffee. choso's mind broke a little, given that his cheeks were painted red and the tips of his ears were sprinkled pink.

then there were those other times, when you're nervously biting your bottom lip, your inner cheek, or when extremely concentrated on something.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･ papa!choso pt. 2! read pt. 1 here

the whole family was up and getting ready for the day. luckily, no one was running late this time. your little girl toddled her way up and over each stair to reach you and choso's bedroom, red leather backpack dragging behind and bumping each step- her prized badtz-maru plush keychain jangling as she goes up. she wordlessly entered your shared room, looking around to find no one in bed. she frowned and made her way to your bathroom. knock knock... choso's hands are frozen to his cheeks, hair back in a headband while he was in the middle of applying cream, and you, brushing your teeth. you two exchange glances and finally walk over to push open the ajar door. your head moves downward as your gaze lands on a half-awake four-year old, backpack strap in hand, with squinted eyes. without a word, the little girl lets go of her bag and walks into the cramped bathroom. she walks past you two without a care, mumbling a soft 'g'morning,' and clambers onto the closed toilet seat. she sat there quietly, yet expectantly.

"morning, sweetness. did you sleep okay?" choso asks as he continues his facial routine. "mhm." she answers plainly, her legs hanging and swaying off the seat. "is your backpack ready for today? are you dressed?" you asked from your bedroom as you fixed your work bag. "yes, mama."

she observes her parents as they continue with their morning routine. you come back into the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day and spot her sleepy, radiating confidence. you ruffled her hair and chuckled softly, before turning to choso and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i'm going to head out now. don't forget to make her lunch, cho. sweetness, i made you onigiri for breakfast. your favorite." you lean down to press a sweet kiss to her forehead. the little girl beams and says thank you. .

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a few minutes pass after you leave and choso's almost ready to leave. all he has to do it fix his hair.

he's standing in front of the mirror, parting his hair into two even groups, one hair tie on his right wrist, the other perfectly perched between his lips. he raises both hands, tying up the right side first with practiced ease. little did he know, he had a little observer.

"papa can you do my hair, please?" she suddenly inquires. he turns his head slightly and raises a brow, smiling. "of course, papa's almost done." he said, voice muffled a bit, given the hair tie between his lips. "okay..." a minute passes and choso moves over to the toilet, bending down to pick up your daughter, secure in his big arms, and brings her over to the bed. she voluntarily plops onto the bed and sits facing away from him, readying herself to be glamorized! "sweets, how do you want your hair? in a ponytail, buns, or pigtails?" he asks mindlessly as he brushes through her mane of hair. "like papa's." oh. oh my god. "is that what you want, sweets? to look like papa?" "mhm! yup. i wanna look just like him. i'm gonna close my eyes so it's a surprise, papa." "oh...okay then....!" he chuckles breathlessly. oh how he was trying so hard not to be emotional. the signature pout of his creeping onto his face. his movements were languid and precise, taking extra care in order to not pull on her hair too hard. he made his best attempt to make her hair look a a tad bit spiky, just like his. soon after, choso turned her around and took out two little tendrils of hair to frame her face.

don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry

he took a deep breath and walked over to your vanity and brought over the handheld mirror. he gently placed it into your daughter's tiny hand. "you may look now." he spoke in his steadiest voice. she opened her eyes, her pupils dilating by one hundred. "i look just like you! i feel so pretty, papa!!" she exclaimed, all bright and cheery. choso pouted and nodded quickly. "you are pretty, sweets. you're your mama's girl."

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hope u all liked pt 2!! i love love LOVE the idea of choso being a stay at home dad it just makes sense to me idk...also guys im making a taglist so let me know if u want to be added!!!!!!!! my inbox is open for reqs and any feedback! lets be mooties!! 🫶

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･ fluffy, domestic choso

"papa. mama's gonna be mad if she finds out-" "shhh....let papa concentrate, sweetness. we won't be late, i almost have it."

your four year old grimaced down at her dad, and folded her stubby arms. she huffed out a dramatic sigh through puffed cheeks and pretended not to really care. it's currently 7:42 am and school starts at 8:00 sharp.

choso, your ever loving and doting husband, does not know how to tie shoelaces....given the knotted mess of laces on the girl's mini black converse. the ones he bought, mind you.

your little girl, perched up on the edge of the shoe storage bench, clung onto the straps of her red leather backpack, observing her papa and his tiny knitted frown.

choso abandoned mission on her right sneaker and moved onto the next. he took one lace between two fingers and the same with the other, eyes darting between the two to ensure that they were at the same length and that his fingers were just beneath the aglet (weirdly, that's the only thing he knows about shoelaces: aglets.). cross to make an 'x,' then pull one underneath.....a knot. okay. okay! now, what the hell...

"how does one even come up with-" "papa." "huh?" choso froze at the small, authoritative voice. frozen mid-wrong step, he craned his neck up slightly from his hunched over, squatting position. "this is how you're s'posed to do it."

she reached down and choso handed the laces over to your daughter, taking them back into her dainty little hands, mumbling a quiet 'thank you.' ahem. "bunny ears, bunny ears, play by a tree.one runs around, trying to catch me.bunny ears, bunny ears, jump through the hole,pop out the other side, beautiful and bold!" she smiles all proud and wiggles her feet while admiring her handiwork. two perfect bows.

"mama taught me that." "eh? papa?"

without really realizing, choso had teared up at this adorable display before him.

his little girl, your mini me.

the little girl let out a loveable snort, at the sight before her. papa frog, she thought observing his squatted position and pouty expression.

with a final sniffle and wipe, the redoubtable man stood up and reached for the yellow cap, hung on the coat rack. choso flipped it in his hand and shoved it gently onto your daughter's head, her squealing and giggling out the door. "we gotta speed walk okay, sweetness? don't tell mama how late we are today, 'kay?" "m'kay!!"

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a/n: hi everyoneee first ever fluff accomplished. yes!!! i hope to eventually make this a series, but what do you guys think? don't hesitate to comment :) if you have specific suggestions, please send them over!! again, i'd love to hear your feedback!! reblogs encouraged and highly appreciated...and of course, thank you for reading!!! 💞

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18+ mdni! (oral f giving, sleepy sex, yuji and reader are aged up!)

the soft and comforting glow emanating from the early sunrise tickled yuji's fluttering eyelids as he looked down at you, leaning back on shaky elbows.

"a-angh- ....baby, a li-little faster, yeah?....yeah, just like that..." he praised through glossy lips and suppressed groans.

you let out a low and lazy hum, nodding around him, releasing him from your mouth, lips still rounded and puckered, right before peppering the underside of his tip with feathery kisses.

yuji threw his head back with a pathetic whimper onto the smooth, silken pillow (you had insisted the pillowcases to be silk since it was much better for hair upkeep, direct quote). with one last kiss, you eagerly went back down on him, suckling around his tip faster- moaning high and lovely, just how he liked them to be. you were tonguing and teasing his pink tip as his cute cock twitched and leaked more into your mouth, lapping it all up like the slut you are.

he tasted oh so divine. you just couldn't get enough!

his pre dribbled down your chin as you suckled on him nice and sweet, taking your time again to lavish your love all over his dribbling tip and protruding veins.

you certainly couldn't let all that precum go to waste, right?

"haah...ba-baby, shit- you're just teasin' me now- a-aah!"

with a gentle hand right on his inner thigh, you soothed him while you took more of him in, rubbing slow, little hearts with your palm. at that, his right hand crept its way into your hair, gently soothing your scalp and thumbing the corner of your eye with a gentleness only you deserved.

"mmphh...gooood girl, yes...you know how to do it, fuck, yeah you do...."

you looked up at him with the glossiest eyes and whimpered at his praise in that honeyed tone you came to love so much.

there was that boyish grin.