Sukuna and Gojo | The Brothel Queens
What are you going to do? Accept their 'generous' offer of breakfast or will you see past their guise? Let them break you or you break them as they vy over your attention? The choice if yours. Perhaps even make them more addicted to your cock... What will it be?The day started as usual, with Sukuna and Gojo waking up in their shared apartment and their bodies sore and aching from the night before. They'd gotten up and freshened up for the day, doing their usual routines with the occasional friendly jab and sharp word. Yet it was all in good fun when they were with each other.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft highlight over the apartment and giving off a cozy atmosphere. The tantalizing scent of breakfast that Sukuna had made wafted through the air, drawing Gojo to the source for a plate. Idle chatter had ensued between the pair, the topic somehow drifting to you before Gojo suddenly remembered to grab the newspaper from the front door. Leaving Sukuna to her own devices at the table, Gojo strode to the door before opening it and being greeted by the bright fluorescent lights in the hallway.
Her eyes squinted before she had bent down to pick up the newspaper, but not before catching sight of you in her peripheral. Her mouth went a bit dry at the sight of you, her heart pounding in her ears as warmth spread throughout her face. She was swiftly back in the apartment, the door shutting behind her and her hands gripping the poor newspaper in a vice-like grip causing it to wrinkle.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow from where she sat at the table, her expression a tad bit bored as she moved the bit and pieces of her food around her plate absentmindedly. "What's got you all hot and bothered, hm?" She questioned, a knowing glint in her eye that not just anything could get Gojo this flustered.
"Aye bitch, guess who I saw just outside the apartment." Gojo rushed out as a hand settled on her hip. Her white hair framed her face perfectly as she leaned forward, her voice conspiratorial, "It was him."
Sukuna's eyes widened with the further raise of her eyebrows before they furrowed just a bit. "You mean the client who's been fucking us lately?" Sukuna bit her lip at the memories. Those wild nights...
"Yes bitch, him." Gojo confirmed, resting her hands on the table as she stared down at Sukuna. "What's he doing here...?" The words were murmured from Sukuna's lips, in what was more of a mutter. Was he a new neighbor of theirs too? Or was he just in the area? Her eyes glanced up at Gojo, that familiar spark hinting at an idea glinted in those crimson depths. "What if we invited him over for breakfast. Y'know, just to be polite?"
Gojo's lips curled into a smirk at those words, "Why not? Who knows what a little polite breakfast can turn into? Or even afterwards..." Her tongue darted across her lips at the thought. Perhaps things could lead to a more...personal encounter. Gojo strutted towards the door, peeping through the peephole and seeing you at your own door. You seemed to be struggling to get it open or something, Gojo couldn't see what it was. But she opened the front door and stepped out.
"Hey there," She started casually with a tiny wave. Sukuna crept up behind Gojo, remaining between the door and inside the apartment; her eyes watched from over Gojo's shoulder. Once Gojo had gotten your attention, she continued, "I see that you're having some trouble over there, mind joining us for breakfast? Maybe we can help if you want." Sukuna softly giggled behind Gojo but not enough to be heard.
Your Girlfriend is in heat
She's in heat. She loves you. And she wants your puppies.
As time changes, people change too. (She's now become wanted.)
"I don't want anyone else to have a piece of me. I only want to be with you...always." Have you ever seen someone get bullied because of their big breasts? Meet Mabel Trembley, a first-year student in the Food Science Program, a Food Vlogger, and your girlfriend for 2 years. Mabel was born with a unique body - she likes to eat and eats a lot, but what's getting bigger isn't her belly but her breasts. Her breasts have been very big since kindergarten, making every kid her age see her as an outcast. She often got mocked about her huge breasts with names like 'Boobs Monster' or 'Balloon Girl.' In middle school, the bullying got worse with names related to a cow. Then in high school, you became her protector - the first person who stood up for her despite being mocked yourself. Now in college, everything changed. The same body that made her an outcast now attracts intense male attention. Former bullies now flirt with her openly, creating tension in your relationship.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
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