NINA I LOVE YOU PLEASE YOU'RE SO *SCREAMS* I WILL WRAP YOU UP LIKE A BURRITO ILY- Please I Can't Help

NINA I LOVE YOU PLEASE ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ YOU'RE SO *SCREAMS* I WILL WRAP YOU UP LIKE A BURRITO ILY- please i can't help it my gay lil med major heart- I WAS DOOMED FROM THE BEGINNING !!! LOOK AT HER i wish shoko was my prof or something man I LOVE HER ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ THIS IS SO GOOD FR I BLACKED OUT FOR A MOMENT I WANT TO BE HER TROPHY (I CAN'T EVEN START ABOUT YUKI RN I WILL PASS AWAY)

Three is a charm, two is not the same pt. 11

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Hello!! Second part of my first series/smut/ Drabble lmao, hope you guys enjoy <3

Minors, do not interact or I will chase you like a dog with rabies :) The blog is an adult space

Pairing: Yuki x Shoko x fem!reader

Second part so hopefully you read the first part and got the gist of it. Filthy, lesbian smut :) established polyamorous, lesbian relationship. Semi-public sex, masturbation

11.35pm

11.36pm

11.37pm

Time kept passing, and neither Shoko or Yuki were home yet- and you were bored. At this point in time you moved to your shared bedroom and were now laying in bed after stripping your shorts, now only wearing Yuki’s shirt- which was too big for you- and the black panties you stole from Shoko like a naughty puppy.

Thinking about Yuki got you all hot and bothered- but without at least one of your girls, you had to take the matter into your own hands.

Your hand creeps down your body, tactically moving underneath the black underwear and ghosting over your heated core. It reminds you of the way Shoko always touches you, calculated moves drawing out small gasps and whimpers as she never interrupts the intense eye contact.

With a defeated sigh you pull out your phone and set it up on the nightstand next to you. The first time you weren’t quite so successful and it slipped and dropped, but the second time it didn’t- the camera now capturing a perfect view of your body as you settled back into position.

“Really miss you two.. think you’d hurry ‘nd come home..” you admit to the camera but directing your request towards your pretty girlfriends, your plead followed by a soft sigh as you moved your hand down your panties again.

Once more, your mind starts to wander but focusing on her this time.

Shoko. Shoko. Shoko.

A chant racing through your head, causing you to tremble, to moan at the imaginary touch of your favorite doctor. Whereas Yuki is more energetic, fucks you like she hasn’t touched a woman in years- Shoko is a lot more calculated in her movements.

Memories of the broody brunette flood your mind and vivid images of her leaning against that wooden desk of hers, in her office, cause you to jump slightly as your fingertips barely graze your throbbing clit, a string of your arousal clinging onto them.

And you remember vividly.

Her, you, in her office late at night. You came to visit her during her night shift, and you two were all alone.

“Hmmm.. keep your legs open for me, can you do that?” She murmurs against your dripping cunt, lapping at your heated middle like a starving animal with expert fingers slowly pumping into you, scissoring you wide open for her.

Shoko knew exactly how to drive you mad, how to lick and suckle at your clit while her fingers worked into you ever so gently, her trimmed nails carefully dragging along your warm, wet walls.

“Shoko, Sho.. please-..” you begged quietly, pushing your hips further towards her soft lips and shaking underneath her touch.

Yuki might push you physically, pulling and twisting you into all kinds of positions and overstimulation your body and cunt for hours, using her strong hands and quick tongue and her favorite strap, but Shoko…

Shoko tortures you mentally, making you beg and plead and pray for her like she’s god herself. Your doctor wouldn’t spank you like Yuki would, no, but she will make you cry pretty tears until she would finally allow you to touch her already whenever you dared to disobey her, after she had touched herself so sinfully in front of you with your hands tied behind your back. Pushing her delicate fingers in- and out of her own, soaked cunt, never breaking eye contact with you.

Shoko could make you cum with her eyes alone, her intimidating gaze drilling into you much like her fingers and her beautiful dark, sleepy eyes never leaving the masterpiece that your body is- a sculpture in desperate need of polishing.

“Tsk Tsk..” she coos, her voice low and sultry and toxic. “So impatient.. needy lil’ thing, hm?”

Her tongue licks a strip up your core, before disappearing entirely into your clenching cunt alongside her fingers, watching you closely and registering every single twitch and shudder of your muscles, the way your soft skin twisted underneath her and how your breath was shallow and fast.

Shoko is a smoker, and a drinker. One could say she’s an addict to nicotine and alcohol- if only they knew her real fixation, cigarettes and booze and any other substance she has ever ingested paling in comparison to you. Even the craving of a cigarette after a hard day, or the warm embrace of whiskey in the evenings couldn’t ever compete with your sweet taste.

The only sweet thing Shoko enjoys, and simultaneously the reason why the doctor can’t stand any other sweet things- you’re more than enough for her tastebuds. Your arousal would cling onto Shoko’s tongue, stick at her teeth like chewy caramel, coating her entire mouth (and even her chin, so messy) with that delicious liquid she seeks.

Even Winnie the Pooh himself ain’t got shit on her when it comes to your honey.

“Why don’t you ask again, mh? For me, sweet girl..” she asks huskily, her cheek now resting against your thigh as she never halted the movement of her digits, massaging and rubbing your sweet spot.

“Fuck- please Sho-“ you ask, voice high and airy and so desperate. Desperate for the older woman.

“Watch your mouth, pretty” Shoko warns, her eyebrow twitching slightly at your use of cuss words. She doesn’t approve if you do, convinced you’re far too refined, too good for such expressions.

You’re her good girl after all, her sweet little girlfriend, her favorite trophy. Shoko never wasted a single thought about buying you pretty things or treating you to your favorite lunch. You deserve to be spoiled after all, don’t you? And when Yuki is just a little too rough on your body, fucking into you just a little too unhinged, Shoko would be right there to treat your little bruises and blemishes. It’s a deadly combination, but it just fits so perfectly- Yuki is a fighter, the heavy hitter. But Shoko is a healer in every way, and she’ll always put you back together just for Yuki to break you down entirely, and the circle would repeat itself. Again, and again.

“‘M sorry, sorry Sho, please- please, I’m begging you!” You cry out, hoping Shoko will notice the apologetic tone in your voice. With your favorite blonde you weren’t afraid to be bratty, you would push her buttons and see just how far you can extend your limits, but you want to be good for Shoko. You need to be good for Shoko.

With a simple nod, Shoko dove right back into your cunt. Her wrist is now picking up the pace and her tongue circles your clit with experience, gaze fixated on you like a lion stalking its prey. With every passing moment, the tension crackling and almost igniting in her office at Jujutsu tech, you got closer and closer to your climax.

And looking down was a mistake.

A mistake which catapulted you directly into your orgasm, too fast, too sudden to realize what was happening.

Shoko’s cheeks were flushed red, her pupils blown wide and making her eyes appear even darker than usual. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and the tip of her nose glistening underneath the dim lighting after it kept rubbing against your cunt, occasionally brushing your clit. It’s rare, a luxury, to see the brunette so heated about something. And her nonchalant demeanor nowhere to be seen- if Shoko is passionate about even just one thing, it’s to make you feel good, to show you how you deserve to be treated. And now she isn’t as put together as she usually is either, her lab coat hanging loosely off her shoulders and a droplet of her salvia- venom, according to your opinion, one that will drive you mad seeking more- running down the corner of her mouth.

And it’s unsure who’s more obsessed with whom- if you adore Shoko more, or if she’s more mesmerized by you. When you first met the intimidating doctor, well respected by her peers and a valuable asset to the sorcerer’s world, your breath got caught in your throat. She might not seem that way at first glance, but she’s a force to be reckoned with.

Like a panther she circled you, stalked you until she caught you between her claws with the intention of never letting you go again. And you’re more than willing to let her eat you alive, savor your flesh between her teeth and drink your blood if she had asked you to allow her.

“You’re okay, sweet girl.. cum for me, be good and I might just give you a treat” she reassures and commands with the same words, curling her fingers in a way she knew would heighten the pleasure of your ongoing climax, one that crashed over you and threatened to drown you.

You don’t mind drowning though, do you?

Not if it’s Shoko who’s pulling you under to take your breath away, to surround you entirely until there’s nothing but her. Shoko is your Narcissus, and you’re happy with drowning as long as it meant you could keep looking at her, keep existing within her enchanting presence as it is truly a privilege to be loved by her.

Second part y’all, third part will be up soon (hopefully) :> I’m so in love with Shoko oh my god. Anyways please let me know what you think about the use of my color usage and the format overall 🙏 still trying to figure it all out:)

This part is dedicated to @nanam0-0n , the biggest Shoko Simp I know except for me 😔

why am i waking up to ao3 trending?? AND WHY IS MY HUSBAND FACING RACIST ALLEGATIONS???

please haunt me choso i need- ghost choso trying to be a menace and then failing at that because he's just precious like that i wanna nom nom this the kinda shit i dig- doomed.

Listen to Ghosting by Mother Mother for the full effect 🗣️ or don't, I'm not your mom.

Ghost!Choso drabble thing. No warnings. Enjoy 😙

Choso has lived in this house far, far, longer than you have. He's seen families come and go, kids outgrow their clothes and move out, leaving behind too-quiet spaces for their parents to fill.

He's seen fights, too many, but he's also seen love.

That is what you'd done for him. Shown him love.

And you didn't even know it.

He was irritated when you moved in. He'd driven so many people out, finally got the damn place to himself, just for this? For you? Living on your own after a breakup, apparently. He follows you the first few days, grimacing when he watches you unpack everything. Why'd you need so much... stuff?

Everything had a place, and you knew where it all was, all of the time.

So, naturally, he started to move it. One thing at a time, little by little. You'd find your toothbrush in the kitchen, or your indoor shoes on the porch. To his utter annoyance, you didn't care.

You'd just make a little noise of excitement when you found what you were looking for and take it back with you.

So, naturally, he starts slamming doors. Knocking things over. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were being haunted by somebody's shitty cat.

This is how Choso learned you're scared of loud noises. He thought, maybe, that he'd be satisfied with your terror - but he wasn't. Not even for a second.

The first time he slams a door, it's the one to the bathroom. Things rattled and threatened to fall off the racks. He'd heard your yelp from upstairs and grinned to himself. When he went to see how scared you were, he realized that you were crying.

The feeling caught in his throat, like your tears were his, and he just... stood there. He couldn't touch you, but he wanted to, and that alone made him disappear from your bedroom.

After that, he started following you again. Months passed. Then a year, two, and the whole time, Choso was right behind you as long as you were home.

He used to cause your nightmares by standing over you when you'd sleep, watching you get tangled in your sheets or waking up with a heaving chest, only to realize nothing was actually there.

Then, before he knew it, he was soothing your nightmares instead. Petting your hair and hushing you, almost sounding like a breeze was flowing through the old home.

It took him three and a half years to figure it out, but it hit him hard when he did.

He loved you.

For the first time in his afterlife, he wanted to share his space with a person. He wanted to see you, hear you, experience your life right alongside you.

And you didn't even know it.

SO POOKIE CODED (i need this mf gone- yuuji my child is standing on business KILL HIM) he's so pookie coded so NOM NOM- yeah see those heart eyes?? THAT'S HOW HE LOOKS AT ME Y'ALL THIS IS REAL

sukuna with heart eyes in the newest chapter…

i- i am not okay ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ why would you do this so foul (jk ily🤍)

I have no regrets.

not everything going to shit all at once damn- life is a hot mess and i don't deserve to be treated this way DAZAI WOULD HAVE NEVER DONE THIS TO ME (it's oki cope bbg cope)