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This. He may be a dick with everyone else but his darling is his darling... ❤️
I'm sorry, but I genuinely view 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 as a gentle lover.
The fact that this man likes to write poems says as much. Lord, instead of calling you a brat he'd call you such sweet names. "Dove.", " My wife.", "My beloved.", "My angel."
Auugh mhmhmfm. . . Someone please write soft and gentle Heian!Era Sukuna Fics . .
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You're late
ft. nanami
cw. none
note. this has been in my drafs for some time. Just some fluff with papamin.
‘I’ll finish this and go home soon.’
That’s what he promised her on the phone.
Nanami looked around him. The office was silent. The only light in the room came from the lamp on his desk, illuminating the empty chairs surrounding him.
He checked his watch.
[00:12]
With a sigh, he leaned back in the chair and rubbed his eyes with both hands.
“Goddammit… ” He cursed as a wave of guilt washed over him.
It was Friday, and Nanami had promised her they’d have a movie night.
She constantly complained about him being consumed by work, leaving no opportunity for them to spend time together.
This same reason caused numerous arguments in their relationship over the years.
He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and headed to the door.
The jingling of keys and the closing door startled her awake. With half-closed eyes, she slowly lifted herself to peer over the couch towards the entrance.
His eyes met hers.
“Honey...” He whispered when he realized she was awake, cautiously approaching the couch.
She looked at the clock on the wall.
[00:45]
She sighed.
“Love… it’s late. You know I don’t like you driving at these hours. You look exhausted…” she remarked, her voice cranky as she looked back at her husband circling the couch to reach her.
Sinking on the couch beside her, he pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her sleepy figure and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. His nostrils filled with the comforting smell of home, melting away his tension.
“I know, darling, I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” He whispered, tracing soft patterns on her thigh.
Looking up, her gaze met his eyes. Her drowsy expression answered.
“Mad at me, are you?” He asked, concerned.
“A bit…” Shaking her head slightly, she replied, fidgeting with his necktie.
“I’m sorry, honey-”.
“It’s ok, Love… I know you’re trying.” She said, unable to become angry with him. A weak smile appeared adorning her lips. “But you broke your `on-time` streak…”
He stared at her with sweet eyes for a moment before planting a brief kiss on her lips. Her smile widened as she cupped his cheek.
“You’ll have to make it up for me though… No kisses will save you.”
Closing his eyes, he groaned and dropped his head backwards onto the sofa, attempting to come up with something to appease his wife.
“I’ll make you waffles for breakfast. How does that sound?” He said, not opening his eyes.
After watching him for a moment, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes and savoring his warmth.
“That’ll do.”
They remained there with their eyes closed. His right hand still traced meaningless patterns on the skin of her thigh, while his left hand delicately brushed her hair.
Lost in thought, his mind soon drifted to that pile of paperwork still to do and that meeting next week. He sighed, his mind spiraling with work and due dates.
Something took him back to the present.
A soft snore.
He opened his eyes to look at her asleep in his arms.
“Come on, honey… ” He said as he picked her up and started making his way to the bedroom.
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tw: pussy eating, female reader, pussy drunk antics, light manhandling
“Let me eat you?”
Despite the words, it was more demand than a question. The chill of the marble countertop bit against your bare rump. Holding yourself up on your elbows as gleaming eyes shone, glossy and transfixed by the sight spread before him, whimpering at that first long lick. How desired you felt, how wanted and special that you could turn him this needy without even trying.
A broad palm spread across the small of your back, fitting perfectly from where your spine arched upwards. Fingers kneaded into you as his other hand easily pinned your thigh to the counter.
There was no escape, no hope for mercy and he groaned deep in his throat. The reverberation ripped through your tender folds like lightning bolts dancing on a golden shore.
You were the most exquisite taste, spiralling on his tongue and slick flowing down his throat as you came undone far quicker than he expected. How could you not? He was a master at work, a savant who knew you better than you know yourself.
One orgasm wouldn’t be enough - oh no - he couldn’t stop here. He wasn’t nearly satisfied.
His tongue carved through your tender flesh, lapping with firm motions over your clit until your hips were gyrating against his face. The feel of your plushness around his head was a blessing he’d never forget to send his thanks for, the muffled sounds as your thighs pressed against his ears better than he could ever wish for.
He loved you like this, unrestrained and unashamed to chase that hit of dopamine. He was rough, nothing you couldn't handle but his teeth pulled on your folds, his lips suckled your aching little pearl and his tongue drove deep into your pussy. His mission was clear, to slurp down your nectar like a man who could not quench his thirst in any other way.
“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of your taste.”
His hair was dampened with sweat, strands stuck to his forehead, and his brow pinched in concentration as he wrung you out like a wet rag until you were boneless and pliant.
A pretty doll to be used for his pleasure and you'd welcome it, scream it. Beg for more - more of him and his wicked tongue. Plead for him to fuck you until your brain was even fuzzier and the only word you could think to say was his name — chanted like a prayer.
You wondered absently when he had scooped you up and into his arms. When had he started the relentless drive towards your bedroom and why?
His handsome face was shiny in your arousal, cheeks red and lips swollen when he noticed your concern. A droplet of slick dripped from his chin to hit his bare chest and you moaned at the sight. An unashamedly slutty moan that forced him to stop in his tracks, those carnal eyes still hungry as they burrowed into you.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve not finished with you yet. It’s time to devour you… properly.”
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Just imagine
posted on 06. 11. 23 🔞
Riding him slowly as he looked lovingly in your eyes. His hand on your hips helped you set the pace so that you could reach the level of ecstasy that your bodies needed. "Just like that darling, you are doing so well." He whispered into your ear. Your mind foggy with the only thought being him and his beautiful length inside of you. It wasn't the rough sex that you usually had but rather it was sweet, tender and lovely. Your body had never felt this kind of sensation. You felt like you were in heaven and he was God.
And God he was the only God that you ever needed...
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Shanks, Sanji, Mihawk, Kakashi, Itachi, Aizen, Ichigo, Uryu, Shunsui Kyoraku, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Choso & your favourites ♡
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Slow Mornings ft Satoru Gojo
ft. satoru
cw. none
note. this was going to be a headcanon post with all the jjk men but I got carried away hehe. I'll do single post for each hottie. English is not my first language sorry
With soft blinks, your eyes open to the gentle touch of the morning sun filtering through the sheer curtains. Unable to move, you soon notice two powerful arms holding you in place by your waist. As you feel his gentle breaths tickle on your neck, you glance back and run your fingers along his arms.
—Babe… —you whisper in a raspy voice.
You joggle his forearms gently. He stays still, which doesn’t surprise you since he’s a heavy sleeper.
—Baby…
He groans, burying his face deeper in your hair. As you struggle to turn around, his grip around you loosens up.
Embracing his warmth, you snuggle against him, feeling peaceful as his arms hold you with the same strength as before.
His face eased, distant from his usual concerns, lips slightly parted as soft snores escaped from them. Seeing him like this was always a lovely sight that brought warmth to your chest. You plant tender kisses on his cheek, making your way to his lips, hoping to wake him up.
His face twitches, burying it deeper in the pillow, uttering a faint groan while mumbling.
Amused, a silent chuckle escapes you, only to be interrupted by your rumbling stomach.
With a sigh, you manage to break free from his embrace, leaving behind the warmth of your bed. You quickly slip on a hoodie and make your way to the kitchen.
Still drowsy, you collect the ingredients for some French toast, completely focused on your task, unaware of the footsteps approaching from behind.
Once again, his arms snaked around your waist while his head found rest on your shoulder.
—Baby… —he purrs in a raspy voice against your skin.
—Hm? —you smile, turning your head to plant a kiss on his lowered head.
—Come back to bed…
—I’m hungry, babe.
He lets out an upset groan. He refuses to go back to bed without you, so he begins one of his usual silent tantrums, annoying you as you cook, moving the stuff away from you, tilting the milk bottle so you pour more than intended…
—Babe…stop it…
—Stop what? —he teases, a playful smile on his face.
Irritated, you shoot him a warning look before continuing to cook. But the instant you turn your back, he ambushes your sides with a merciless tickle assault.
A gasp leaves your lips as you squirm between his arms in an attempt to get rid of him.
—Ah-SATORU-STOP-hahaha.
Your loud laugh is now filling the kitchen, along with the sweet smell of French toast.
—SATORU!
Now facing you, he stops, still holding you close with his hands resting on your waist.
—What? —with a satisfied smirk and an innocent tone, he questions you as you catch your breath, resting your hands on his chest.
—You’re a menace, I swear.
—Only when I’m needy. I didn’t want to get up. —he pulls you closer, but you stop him, taking a banana from the counter and placing it on his chest.
—Later…now, cut this. —you stare at him as he stands there, reluctant, with a smirk on his face.
—Please, babe…
His grin widens at this as he takes the fruit and turns to the counter, setting you free from his grip.
As he takes his sweet time slicing the banana, you set the plates next to him on the kitchen island.
Setting down an empty bowl in front of him, you notice him stealing glances at you as he keeps chopping, a smirk on his face.
—What? —you narrow your eyes at him, curious.
—Nothing… —a playful smile spreads across his face as he pours the fruit on the bowl just to slide it towards the plates.
—What are you up to?
—Nothing, nothing… —his smile widens as he sits down, taking a bite of the sweet toast.
—You’re plotting something.
—This is delicious, baby. —he ignores your comments as his smile remains on his face.
#jjk anime#jjk headcanons#jjk x reader#jjk#satoru x reader#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader#jjk satoru#jujustu kaisen
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Indeed, I can confirm.
As a mentally unstable woman, I find Sukuna very attractive
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Na, I'd let them sandwich me.
sex. they do that. a lot.
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PLEASE YES 🥺
fuck this im going to go do something deranged with gojos tiddies and milk 🥛 !!!! let me do it!!!!
👹 LET ME DO IT 👹
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thinking about men who would do pushups with you lying beneath them, so everytime they push down on their arms, their lips brush against yours ♡
"hi," he says out breathlessly, his thin silver chain dangling close to your face.
"hi." you reply out with a small giggle, lying still as if you are about to get mummified.
He lets out a soft breathy sound, "hah..." pushing himself up, your eyes moving to muscles taughtening in his arms.
You’re sort of trapped, with his hands caging parallel to the sides of your face, his legs trapping yours till you almost feel bad how he is controlling his arms from by mistake collapsing upon you.
“You’re making this so difficult for me, pretty.” He says, but doesn’t ask you to move, he’s enjoying this way too much, and he can’t lie, this angle always makes you look gorgeous.
“You’re not complaining.” You hum out, poking his cheek.
“M’not.” He replies, pecking on your lips as he lowers himself down and goes back up.
up. down. *kiss* up. down. *kiss* up. down.
“So spoiled...” He whispers out under his breath before lowering himself down completely, his thighs folded as he leans over you, cradling your head in his arms— your lips collide messily.
“Thinking of another workout now.”
Gojo, Toji, Hanma, Draken, Kakucho, Rindou, Shinichiro, Wakasa, Kuroo, Atsumu , Kageyama, Oikawa, Kaiser, Sae, Rin, Chigiri, Aiku
im sickkkkkk 😣
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