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PRETTY-PRINCESS!READER & ALT!CHOSO who when they first met each other, through choso’s brother and [♡] ‘s friend yuji and they both instantly fell for one another. choso being the one falling the hardest though, he’d sketch her during his free time as he had his headphones on. music blasting in his ears. [ ♡ ] on the other hand though, spent most her time thinking and fantasizing about choso.. but ultimately denying it. the exact moment she saw him and his cute little pigtails she knew she was smitten.

PRETTY-PRINCESS!READER & ALT!CHOSO whom for a while didn’t admit that they liked one another. it’s not like they didn’t want to, it’s just that they liked each other so much they were both nervous to admit it. every-time they were in each other’s presence it’s kinda as if they didn’t speak to each other much. it wasn’t until one day, choso got the wrong idea after seeing [ ♡ ] talking to toji. after her & toji’s conversation was over he immediately admitted his feelings, feeling scared that toji might’ve stolen her away from him before he could ask [ ♡ ] out.

choso was fairly surprised once [♡] told him she liked him too. and from there on out they started dating. their bond growing and blossoming into something lovely as the months went on. after a while of dating, choso decided to finally officially make [♡] his girlfriend. so one friday night, he took her out on a picnic date and ended up popping the question with a promise ring at the end of the date. and they were both crying happy tears when she said yes.

reposting this bc i felt like i didn’t add enough the first time.

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pervy best friend!choso who takes any oppurtunity to touch you. if he needs to get past you, he'll grab your waist and move you himself instead of saying excuse me. if you're upset or in need of comfort, he brings you in for a hug and holds you as tightly against him as he can so he can feel your tits press against his chest. of course his main goal is to help you feel better, but he'd never miss the chance to have your body against his.

pervy best friend!choso who comes over as soon as he can with painkillers and your favourite snacks when you tell him you're on your period. he carries you back up to your room whilst gently rubbing your back to soothe you. choso is the most warm blooded person you know, so you ask him to lay down in your bed with you so he can be your life sized hot water bottle. you practically climb on top of him once he's there and are quickly lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body. once you're asleep he adjusts your position so that your pussy is sat directly on top his bulge. he'll slowly grind up into you, groaning softly as you snore quietly into his shoulder.

pervy best friend!choso who eyes your cleavage whenever you're in a revealing top. when you're studying together he snatches your pencil case away and holds it behind him so you have to lean over to get it back from him, practically shoving your tits in his face in the process. choso especially loves it when you wear a tank top with no bra and your perfect nipples poke through. he wants nothing more than to pull your top down, close his mouth around your nipple and suck on them until he cums.

pervy best friend!choso has an entire folder full of pictures of you. he sneaks photos of you innocently eating bananas, sucking on ice lollies or licking ice cream and makes a mental note to jerk off to it later. sometimes he'll drop something on the floor and ask you to pick it up for him, just to have you on your knees in front of him. he snaps a picture of you the exact moment you look up at him, imagining that you're sucking him off. when choso gets home he scrolls through the photos as he strokes himself, picturing his cock is in your mouth instead and that it's his tip you're sucking on so sweetly.

pervy best friend!choso who likes taking you on long road trips with his friends even though the car doesn't have enough space for you. you have no choice but to sit in his lap with his hands tightly holding your hips to keep you steady. if you're wearing a skirt he'll slowly lift it higher and higher, until your panty clad pussy is right on top of his dick. choso takes advantage of the speed bumps and potholes, thrusting up into you at the same time the car bounces.

pervy best friend!choso who has no idea that you're aware of everything he's doing and that you enjoy it even more just as much as he does.

Satoru Gojo didn't think he'd cum in his pants on his first lap dance of his twenty-first birthday.

But there you were- grinding right on his cock to the music - in some slutty little outfit that hardly covered your tits, glittering underneath the red lights. Pretty nipples pressing up underneath that thin lacy material, just begging for his mouth.

He didn't know what to do with his hands, clenched at their sides, when faced with this milf's hips that look so breedable.

It's not like Satoru has even had sex yet - not for lack of opportunities, no - Satoru simply was a busy man, had his early master's degree, top of his class.

Hence why Sukuna and Suguru are laughing, watching him lose his shit with their favorite dancer.

You, their favorite dancer at this club. Oh, and you loved them not just because they tipped well, they were hot of course, but they were the kind of clients to ask about your day. You'd giggle as they did a line right off your neck, letting both of them have your cunt rock against their lap.

You were a single mom with bills to pay, and this was the only way you could stay all day - to dance at night while your mom let the baby sleep over. Was it what you wanted to do? Not forever

But damn you made good money.

Suguru and Sukuna frequently hit the VIP, and that's where everything got just a little filthy, but even then, they were all about you. Kissing on your neck, gripping your thighs, mentioning bringing their nerdy little friend last time and how much he'd just love you - apparently he was a bit of a milf lover.

You didn't expect Gojo to look like this though - nerdy, sure, but you could feel those muscles underneath his dress shirt, you could feel his long fingers pressing into your flesh. He’s blushing even underneath the red lights, you can see it on the bridge of his nose, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Is this okay with you?" His friends are laughing at his questions, so you shoot them a glare.

"Sorry, mommy," they both tease, pouting as you roll your eyes, focusing back on Satoru, your hands pressing into his shoulders, long manicured nails pressing in just a bit.

"Focus on me," you tease, rolling your hips and pausing when you feel it. "Good boy, there you go."

He's huge, fuck.

Pulsing underneath his khaki slacks, making your cunt drip. Sure, some clients you got a little excited, but your damn cunt was drooling when he drags you down with his fingers digging into your waist, his tip nudging your twitchy clit underneath the glittering thong you're wearing.

"So pretty," he murmurs all cute, looking up at you, his lips almost brushing a little stretch mark on the side of your tit. "Cute."

Cute.

You pause a bit, heart hammering in your chest, suddenly so intimate you forget his friends and your fellow dancers are in here. You're blushing right with him when he whines out, jerking his hips up again.

"S-sorry, is that... okay to do?! I..." He's got fucked out blue eyes, dark with need, you manage a nod, feeling almost nervous when you've been dancing for two years now - putting yourself through college and paying it with a little baby?

Well it was expensive.

So this job meant a lot - and that also meant not being a blushing mess, no matter how hot the client. But you fear you're rubbing on him with no real rythym, chasing that high of cumming when that's against your own damn rules - his friends have girls on their laps, giggles and soft moans mixing with the loud bass.

But you can only hear Satoru Gojo's whimper.

A whimper that has your cunt clenching around air.

"Feel good?" You murmur in his ear, trying to act unaffected.

He nods, lips hesitantly kissing across your neck, plump lips tasting the glitter right off your skin, just that he can feel himself leak and stick to his digimon boxers, long fingers tightening their grip against your flesh.

"V-very I'm... ah, I'm..." you're soaking wet and so hot, it takes every bit of effort not to slide your panties aside and lose his virginity then and there. He's trembling when you pull back, your cheeks hot to the touch when he caresses them, stealing a little kiss, whining into your mouth. "Sorry..."

"No," you kiss him right back, and with one more movement of your hips - Satoru is busting, so much so it leaks through his boxers, the hot sticky mess clinging to your ruined panties, his moans barely muffled. "Mnh, s'okay..."

"Fuck I just... shit..." He's shutting his eyes and whining, knowing if Suguru and Sukuna knew they'd make fun of him, but you seem to be right with him, whining out, teeth catching your lower lip, gushing all down his lap.

The two of you pause, and you look down to see the mess you both made.

"Oh! Oh," you're both stammering, blushing little messes despite having each others' cum on your skin. "Let me um... I'll... come with me!"

You're dragging him so fast away, struggling to wipe him with napkins in the locker room, smearing the mess of fluids as you kneel.

"It's not coming out, ugh!" You keep wiping at it when you realize you're face level with his cock, and it's already tenting again. "Um, you can tie this around your waist!"

"Oh," you're snatching up your hoodie, tying it and trying to adjust it, when he cups your face, kissing you again, when he gathers the courage - taking a breath.

"Can we have a date?"

"A date...you want..."

"Please?" He pouts all cute, his glasses foggy from your kiss. "So I can give you back your hoodie."

You giggle now. "I have a kid though and..."

"Even better." You blink, then study his dilated blue eyes, his cute cheeks all bright pink. Fuck he's adorable.

"You are a milf hunter then, they were right!" he shakes his head.

"You'd be my first for... all of it. If you want!?" He is stammering now, all nervous, rubbing the back of his neck "We could just hang out, I don't need to..."

"Gojo..."

"Satoru, please. I just came in my pants, can you not tell I like you?"

"You're cute, Satoru..." you manage with a little laugh, tapping his lips. "I'll go on a date with you."

"Yes! I mean!? Okay," he tries to play it cool, even as his heart is racing, getting your number and texting you.

His friends might make fun of that pink hoodie on his waist, but he's the one who is getting a date with you <3

*****

I lost this inbox bc tumblr SUCKS and it only now popped back after monthsss

I feel so bad!

You're so freaking sweet, omg thank you! I am so happy you enjoy reading my writing. It's scary to start sharing that part of yourself, but I rly did start writing at a very young age and always have wanted to. It was a big escape for a pretty tough life, and now I have made it a huge part of my life, things like this mean so much!

[ content: crack, accidental aphrodısiacs, one of his concubines gets exposed for doing witchcraft, instead of punishing her, he puts her up in a tower and has her create a bunch of different potions and elixirs that’ll make him stronger ]

“You can’t just barge into a woman’s space like that!” The words come out with a startled whine. “I could’ve been changing.”

“And if you were, I wouldn’t have seen anything new,” he blandly mutters, eyes briefly landing on your tits as he takes a seat at your tea table. “It’s been a week already. What have you come up with?”

You’re clearly in the middle of eating, but he killed your appetite after managing to scare you first thing in the morning. Your spoon clatters against the bowl, huffing out an annoyed breath as you push yourself up to stand. Sukuna just watches, not bothered by the small fit you throw—it’s not a refusal if you’re still getting up and following orders.

From the shelf, you bring him a small glass bottle containing a reddish-pink fluid.

“I’m not sure if you’d consider this one to be an enhancer, but I found a bunch of snake root in the cellar and made an elixir that temporarily grants infertility.”

“Did you, now?” There’s a slight tilt to his head as he takes the bottle from you, looking fairly impressed as he examines the shimmering liquid. “How temporary?”

“It’s pretty potent, ingesting a third of it should last you around two years. I do suggest—wait, w-what are y—You’re Majesty! Don’t!“ you cry out, eyes widening with panic as he chugs down the entire bottle.

modern sylus! who still has his dragon tendencies

Sylus who without a doubt would scent you, at first it was unnoticeable. You'll always find him burrowing his face on your neck, his nose nuzzling up and down your neck, he'll remain, not kissing, just there... nuzzling, resting, quietly inhaling your scent, storing it in his memory.

Sylus is a dragon at heart, after all, and dragons are notoriously possessive of what belongs to them. You were his most precious treasure, and he treated you like it. He’d spend ridiculous amount of money at underground auctions, outbidding everyone without a second thought just to bring home the rarest, most expensive jewelry for you—custom-cut gemstones, ancient heirloom cuffs, gold and ruby pieces that looked like they belonged in a museum. He loved draping them over your skin, adorning his prize, but nothing he bought ever satisfied his instincts quite as much as leaving his own mark on you

Sylus who would intertwine your fingers together when he's pinning you on the bed, rubbing your wrists together as he burrow himself on you, "Sy! get off, I can't breathe" he'll move away from your neck to look at you, his face painted with serious offense like you just told him you'll take Mephisto away. "Alright, breathe." he'll demand, giving you a few seconds before nuzzling back, now pampering your neck with kisses, muttering how unfair you're being for telling him to get off.

Sylus who already stake his claim to you, you thought he's just that clingy, nuzzling on your neck, you thought him pressing his nose on your wrist was just his affectionate behavior, or so you thought. You caught on when Tara commented on your scent, "you smell different" not quite understanding her at first, feeling self conscious but she immediately assured you. Saying something about your natural scent being different.

Sylus who is so insufferably smug when you finally put it together, it's a meeting he had with Valko that you figured what's happening. Being acquainted with Valko you greet him as you take your seat next to Sylus, "Damn..." was his greeting, immediately eyeing Sylus with a knowing smirk. "What?" you asked as his nose sniffed, you try to sniff yourself, confused why your werewolf friend is sniffing.

"Come on, you didn't have to lather her in your scent, Mr. Qin," Valko teased, looking right at Sylus. "We already know she's yours." Instead of denying it, Sylus just reached over and gave your thigh a firm, possessive squeeze under the table, a thoroughly satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

"Gotta make sure my message is clear."

🐺 🌙 Valko / 敖尹 🌙 🐺

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At this point everything that needs to be said has already been said by everyone else. I know there have been problems with how PG/IF has been developing the game (ie. not updating the chocolate shop, not developing the other characters as much as the newer ones, etc.) but I was honestly very excited for a new character because he seemed interesting. You can want a new character AND want for things to be better in the game; those two things are not mutually exclusive.

I hope they bring him back someday. Of course he’ll never take Sylus’ number one spot for me, and he probably wouldn’t have knocked Zayne off as my number two either, but I was eager for the update before they nuked it. And to be honest, after they cancelled him I haven’t even played the kitchen update at all because it just doesn’t catch my interest in comparison to what could’ve been.

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corruptboss!nanami headcannons

boss!nanami who...calls you into his office, getting you all worked up and scared just to simply ask you a couple questions about your weekend.

boss!nanami who..is extremely observant when it comes to you. he knows how you take your coffee, the way you hold your pen when you write, and your small habits, some you don’t even recognize yourself. 

boss!nanami who...subtly gives you different treatment than everyone else. at first, you barley noticed. till your coworkers spoke up about it to you.

boss!nanami who... freaks out internally when he hands you a paper and your fingers brush his, even for a second. 

boss!nanami who...doesn’t like when other male coworkers get too close

boss!nanami who... knows that his presence turns you on and he abuses it. 

boss!nanami who...makes you feel crazy if you speak up about his favoritism towards you 

“I let you go home early because you finished your work.”

“So did 3 other people”

“I needed to revise theirs.” 

boss!nanami who...waited till everyone else left to back you up against his desk 

“You’ve been testing my patience all day...” he says loosening his tie before putting his hands on your hips and roaming them to take off your pants.

boss!nanami who... flips you and bends you over the cubicle desk after hours and fucks you. his cock stretching your tight cunt wiiide as you arch and moan in pleasure.

“Such a good slut for me, hm?. Don’t try to be quiet.” He groans into your ear. your arched back giving him a better angle to thrust deeper inside of your wet pussy.

Snippit: "L-like this..?" Valko's deep voice is slightly slurred against your lips as he kisses you—or at least tries to—while you straddle his hips.

tags/cw: Valko x reader, kissing/french kissing, grinding, spit kink if you squint, inexperienced!valko x somewhat experienced!reader, Valko is a sweetie pie softie cutie 💗

an: forgive my absence for these past few days, I got super busy this weekend but we are back in business!

not proofread. If you see a typo no you don't.

Valko and you had started dating almost 6 months ago now. 26 weeks. Half a year. That's how long he'd been scared shitless to even attempt kissing you. Of course, you both had your moments together. Those heated glances he thought you didn't notice. Those sneaky licks fron your skin he stole every time he nuzzled your neck. He wasn't lacking in giving you affection—not at all— he just wanted your first kiss together to be perfect. And having no prior experience with kissing definitely didn't help him with that.

You weren't the best at kissing—you could admit that—but Valko was so horrible that he made you feel like an expert. You had kissed someone only one time and it was partially on a fluke. It didn't last long and you ended up getting ghosted by the guy a few weeks later.

You tapped your fingers impatiently against the arm of the sofa, the movie on the TV completely forgotten as you stare at Valko's stiff body language that came after a heated kissing scene. His ears had grown slightly flushed, matching the reddish pink hue starting to climb his neck. You were tired of waiting. No more fleeting moments. No more "almosts." Tonight was going to be the night.

You slid over to his side of the couch, taking matters into your own hands.

"Val.."

You rub his chest, successfully making his flush spread across his freckled cheeks. He gulps, provoking you to speak again.

"Wanna try?"

2 minutes later, you're sprawled on top of him, getting your mouth peppered and practically drooled on in what he calls kisses.

"L-like this..?" Valko's deep voice is slightly slurred against your lips as he kisses you—or at least tries to—while you straddle his hips.

This definitely wasn't his plan. He didn't even get to practice on anything besides your pillow. That explains the damp patch on it when you went to lay down last night. His tail has sprung to life, wagging loudly against the back of the sofa. His wolf ears are flattened against his head in a mix of both trepidation and determination.

You, however, are just trying your best not to laugh. "Yeah...sort of."

He's all tongue and barely any lips. His eyes are closed but he occasionally glances up for your approval as his clumsy mouth moves against yours. Valko is trying his best; growing up, his family and friends showed affection by licking, not kissing. He's not used to this at all. His tongue licks a strip across your lips and you fail to stifle a chuckle.

His eyes go wide in embarrassment, matching his dilated pupils. Dammit why did he do that? He wasn't even thinking. He just screwed up your first kiss together. But seeing you laugh makes his heart flutter in a way he can't explain—you aren't laughing maliciously— and it's a sound he could listen to on repeat, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

His hands move to your waist and he pulls you closer, making your laughter die down once you feel every inch of his body fully pressed against yours. He looks up at you, golden eyes shining with reverence. "Show me how."

His demand in unexpected to say the least. You're definitely not fit to be a teacher— at least not for this.

"Show you?" You instinctively wet your lips, the lower one catching between your teeth.

He nods, big arms squeezing you tighter.

You nod back, grabbing his face gently and preparing to hopefully not make a fool out of yourself. Valko nuzzles against your palms, his soft lips parting in preparation.

"Okay. Like this." Your voice is barely a whisper before you lean down once more and capture his lips in a gentle, guiding kiss. You tilt your head to get a better angle and he follows suit. The thumping rhythm of his tail on the sofa is drowned out as you both lose yourselves in the moment.

"Open."

He obeys immediately, opening his mouth and allowing you tongue to slip inside. His hands have started to roam up your body, bolder, more heated, just as your hips have started to grind against his. He's salivating at the raw taste of you, leaving a silver string of it dangling between your lips as you pull back for some much needed air. You lick your lips and then his, mimicking his earlier attempts as you clean off the remnants of your kiss.

Valko looks like a wreck already, dazed and so, so devoted. You smile.

"See? Not hard."

He clears his throat shifting his hips beneath you uncomfortably and letting you feel the thick print of his cock against your inner thigh through his sweats.

"Actually," he responds "it is really hard."

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tw: anxiety, mentions of death

“what’s bothering you?”

even in the midnight shadows, sylus's deep red eyes can see right through you. 

“you figured me out, huh?” you can’t hide the way your voice quivers. “just tired. i’ll be fine once i get some sleep.”

“you said the same thing two days ago. then two days before that, then three before that. you slept on all of those nights, if i recall correctly. yet here we are again.” he waves his hand, and a dark wisp floats over to turn on your bedside lamp. “what is it, sweetie? you can tell me.”

you can. you know you can. but should you? 

the longer you don’t, the more he’ll worry.

“before i tell you…promise you won’t get mad?”

pulling you closer, he smooths your furrowed brow. “i don’t get mad at you. just…mildly exasperated. what’s troubling you, kitten? i want to know.” 

“sometimes…” you wrap your hands around his wrist and squeeze. “i close my eyes at night, and the first thing i think is that you’re going to die one day. and it’s really, really, really scary.”

“Oh. Excuse me.”

Sylus’ rich voice had you freeze like a deer in headlights, the sound of it wrapping around you, a stark reminder that you were dripping wet, drunk, and entirely nude. 

The door had clicked closed, Sylus no doubt long gone, but heat immediately flooded through you. Having just come out of the shower, you’d realised you’d left the towel on the bed. 

It took several long minutes before that thumping warmth within you settled down.

It’s not that you were embarrassed… you weren’t even upset that Sylus had seen you naked… It was just, well, those particular feelings were floating in some strange and undetermined void that was persistently hanging between you. You couldn’t even be sure he regarded you in the same way, with the man being so difficult to decipher. 

Stumbling around for your clothes, you found them to be missing, and had to settle on a rich robe crafted from clouds. You pattered down the hall, the cosy thing nearly swallowing you whole as you stuck your head into each of Sylus’ rooms, seeking the man out. 

“That’s my robe.”

Whirling around, Sylus had his arms folded, cheeks flushed from the wine you’d both partaken in. His tone was teasing, and that mouth of his was tugged up in a soft, amused smile. 

There it was again! That frustrating and peculiar hesitation. However, emboldened by alcohol, you were no longer stricken with nerves. You mirrored his posture, returning a lopsided smirk of your own.

“Oh yeah? Wanna take it off me?” Your teasing was a little slurred, but you meant it. 

Sylus’ smirk faltered, and that crimson gaze flickered down your form, almost against his will, the way he forcibly dragged it back up to your face. He cleared his throat, that cool demeanour seemingly indisposed thanks to the liquor.

You tugged at the belt, loosening it just enough so the middle parted, revealing the valley of your breasts. With a heavy sigh, you fanned at your flushed cheeks and neck. “You can have it back. Too warm in this thing.”

You went to keep tugging, so the entire robe would fall away, exposing you once again—except this time, with intent. 

“I have your clothes,” he interrupted, almost boyish. “I had them cleaned while you showered.”

“Hmmm,” you tapped the corner of your mouth as you pretended to ponder that. “I don't think I need them.”

And with drunken courage, you let the plush robe drop to the floor. Sylus remained quiet as he drank you in, and as a muscle in his jaw twitched, he finally spoke. 

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

Even tipsy, the man had a way with words.