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javarium · 7 months

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“make me (yours).” | r. sukuna

w — [ minors do not interact ] modern! AU, hints of sugar daddy vibes ;), older man/younger woman, age gap, everyone is above 20+ and legal age, male masturbation, Sukuna imagining seggs positions and shit like that, Sukuna is around 36 & Reader is around 22/23, tbh sukuna being a comfort character rn. jjk after 235? it’s non-canon lmao

a/n: this is the most I’ve ever written that’s sinful I’m not used to this (it’s been so damn long since i have written anything remotely sinful omfg) and it’s not even that much I’m so embarrassed y’all HELP— also part two depends on you guys and any ideas you want to send in through my ask box :3

part one | part two

[ first divider by @/benkeibear, the second by @/cafekitsune ]

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who meets you through his younger brother, who’s a few years older than you. You’ve been in Japan for a few years now, that much he knows, attending the same school his little brother got into. And now he’s determined to find out everything about you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s so fucking glad you can speak Japanese. He knows English, yes, but he prefers it when you speak his native tongue, because he fucking loves your accent and gets off on it. It’s exotic — you’re exotic — and he can’t help the temptation of wanting you and more.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who knows to keep his smug smirk into himself when his little brother finally mans up and finally introduces you to him one day when he comes home to work on a project that you’re helping him with. And he knows that Yuuji knows about the look on his face. Because he knows his history with women. Yuuji knows he’s made a mistake introducing you to each other.

Or so he thinks.

Sukuna is thoroughly amused by you, although there are times where he becomes frustrated. You’re not an easy case to crack, and not easy to tease and rile up. Perhaps that’s the part of you that’s from accelerated maturity.

You’re smarter than the average person, even the people slightly above average. You’re intellectually and psychologically challenging and he very much likes it. It’s been a long time since he’s had the kind of stimulation you’ve brought him. Since his and Yuuji’s father passed away.

He watches from a distance as you and his brother go over notes and work and crack jokes that put a pretty smile on your face. He can’t hear your laughter from where he stands, but he’s positive it’s as lovely as your smile.

As for you, you know you’re being watched. You look to the tall man out of your peripheral vision and halt rolling your eyes.

“Your brother is never subtle, is he?”

Yuuji sighs heavily. “Never.”

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who hates the fact he can’t see you more often. So he digs and digs and then finds out about some old family debts and a couple things for medical expenses he can easily pay off to hold over your head, to use as a means to be something akin to a sugar daddy so he can order you around and see you whenever he wants to.

And it comes as no surprise to him when he mentions it the next time his brother brings you over for schoolwork that you’re startled by him finding out. He only mentions it after Yuuji has fallen asleep on the couch. You give him the wide-eyed expression of shock, probably wondering how he found out about it.

But unlike his expectations, you don’t ask how he knows. you don’t get embarrassed and try to hush it away with the option of using yourself as his favor. You shrug, going a little more into depth and detail about the financial struggle that’s been kept under wraps for several good years.

Sukuna himself is surprised in return, by both you and the way he sits down for you — to listen to you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who finds out that even though you see him as super attractive, you’re not as swayed by his flirting and all of his advances like many women and young women your age are. Yes, you know he’s super fucking stupidly hot, and yes you’ve more than likely thought about certain things while in bed under the sheets, but you’ve got more important things to prioritize than hot men. Which he applauds you for just as much as he despises it. It makes him frustrated, because he’s attracted to you and wants you in his bed so bad; because it should be so fucking easy like it has been with other women. But you’re not the same, and while his lust is as prominent as ever in his older age, he also has the desire for something more than just a fling.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who manages to get ahold of your schedule through his baby brother (who’s prepping for your broken heart) and asks you out, setting up a date for when he knows you’re free. He much enjoys the look on your face when he brings up the date he’s set, knowing you’re wondering about how he managed to nail the exact day you’re free for the day he’s set for the outing. He enjoys it even further when you quickly deduce how he knows about it.

Goddamn, he loves a sharp woman.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who orders you a dress to be made that’s a mix of beautiful deep crimson and black, one that shines but doesn’t shine too much to glare at people eyes. He drums his fingers against his desk in his home office as he sees the notification pop up on his phone that the item has been delivered.

But as usual, you surprise him. You don’t end up wearing the dress he’s made, but something completely different. You arrive to the restaurant he’s bought out for the night in a deep silver-gray tux, hair styled in a simple manner with minimal makeup that he knows you don’t need because he’s already seen and fallen for your natural looks anyway.

Sukuna hates you. He doesn’t, but he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with the feelings he has. You’re so much younger than him, but holy fuck has it been so long since he’s been given any sort of challenge or stimuli, especially from a woman. He both hates and is glad you’re not easy. And it only fuels his drive to get you to give yourself to him.

You drive him up a damn wall.

He’s been in the shower for at least forty minutes, alternating between hot and cold every five minutes. Forty minutes and the painful hard on he’s had all morning still hasn’t gone away.

Sukuna leans his head forward against the wall and cusses at himself. His hand isn’t enough, but there’s some relief as he starts leisurely pumping his shaft. He cusses and swears worse than a sailor as he starts off slow, imagination running wild (at what could be).

He wants you so fucking bad. He wants you on your knees in front of him; on the soft carpet because no way is he going to let his pretty woman have sore knees while taking his monstrous dick down her throat.

He wants to bury his face between your legs and make you cum so much and so hard you see fucking galaxies, then let you catch your breath just barely enough before he uses your juices as lubricant and permanently molds your pussy to the shape of his fat cock.

He wants your legs over his shoulders as you throw your head back and moan as he fucks your better than anyone ever has and ever will. He wants to see a white ring around his cock as he pumps himself in and out of you like he’s a starved man. And that he is. For you, anyway.

Sukuna just knows your pussy is so fucking warm. He’ll bet his dick that you’ll have the tightest pussy he’s ever going to have. The best he’s ever going to have.

His hand pumps his shaft faster and faster, gripping it harder as he nears climax. His massive cock aches painfully, desperate to cum. Fucking hell… He wants you so bad, underneath him, or on your knees, calling him by whatever pet name or name from whatever kink you might have.

Forbid everything if you call him ‘Daddy’ or ‘Master’. Game fucking over.

He doesn’t even care if you have those kinds kinks or not. He just wants the pretty girl that’s done more than caught his attention under him as he makes her feel pleasure that only he can provide.

But the selfish part of him can’t help but hear you call out those names in his head. And that’s what does it.

Sukuna’s thighs and back muscles flex almost painfully as his balls draw up and cums. He tosses his head back, the feeling of his load spurting from the tip making him groan in pleasure. He cums so hard he feels like he’s about to keel over.

“Fuck yeah…” he pants, oxygen finally catching up to his lungs’ need.

But now he’s disappointed and just a little pissed off. Because the cum on the wall shouldn’t be there. It should be on or in you. And he doesn’t like that.

And as he rewashes himself, his jaw clenches, can’t help but thinking determinedly he’s going to change things between the two of you.

Come hell or high fucking water.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s finally shifted the relationship to being something else. Although you can’t tell what it is. The first date he takes you on is to break the ice, getting to know you better as a person. It’s also to see if you’d fuck him, but he knows you’ve got stronger convictions than the women he’s used to.

He takes you on a second date, this time in more casual clothes on a drive to a house he’s set up to have dinner and stargaze at.

He gets to tell you he’s paid off your family’s old debts now, relieved them of the medical bills and taxes that haven’t been paid yet. But it backfires, and now he’s left to make you understand that it wasn’t to make you feel beholden to him in any manner, like owing debt to the mafia.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna needs you to understand that despite how much he wants to fuck you, it’s more than just because he finds you attractive and wants to satisfy his dick. He wants you to know you’re not temporary; he doesn’t see you as a quick fix to his primal needs.

Not at all.

You’re the long term fix to his primal needs. And perhaps the only one he’s going to need ever again. And once the expression of understanding crosses your face, he goes to cradle the back of your head and hungrily slots his lips on yours. He may not get to take all your clothes off right now, but he’s happy with his results tonight.

Besides, he knows he’ll get you into his bed with a shiny diamond ring on your left hand eventually.

wheeeew im gonna go take a cold bath

@vagabond-umlaut here’s ur man babe pls enjoy.

& everyone pls feel free to send in more ideas for this series if you want im having fun with this lmao

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #modern au #modern! sukuna #sukuna jjk #jjk drabble #sukuna drabble #sukuna headcanons #a lil bit of spice in this one 😉#🔞+ works

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highdefhoetry · 6 months

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tags: nsfw!! female reader, four armed sukuna, kidnapping/stockholm syndrome, cnc, rough sex, penetration (penis in vagina), giant cock, primal, choking, fingering, hand kink (finger sucking), possessiveness, toxic dynamic, ownership/controlling, hair pulling, marking, squirting, aftercare

Boyfriend!Sukuna

The relationship between you and Sukuna was always a bit off.

When you first crossed paths with the King of Curses, you froze in fear when you caught him staring at you with intense, ravenous eyes, like those of a rabid wolf sizing up its prey. He grinned at you with malice and desire, licked his lips before approaching. You could tell he was itching to sink his teeth into your skin, to taste your flesh and eat you up until there was nothing left, that he was barely containing the primal energy that threatened to burst out of his body. You thought you were going to die, accepted your fate knowing there was nothing you could have done to stop him.

But he didn’t.

“You’re coming with me,” he growled before picking you up, tossing you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing before carrying you back to his home.

You've been together ever since.

There was something about you that piqued his interest. You never knew quite what it was, nor did you dare to ask. But he made it clear from the beginning that you belonged to him, and him alone.

At first, he treated you more like a pet than a person. He’d snap his fingers or whistle at you, call you “woman” or “girl” instead of your name. He demanded your attention at all times, barking orders at you like an owner to a dog. And you always obeyed, fearing the consequences of angering him.

After a while, you grew on him, and he grew on you. Despite his reputation as a man-eating monster, you discovered that there was a heart buried deep down in the graveyard of his chest, one that you alone had unearthed.

There was a quiet loneliness within him that went unspoken. You could tell by his deep sighs and tendency to self-isolate that there was a lot of pain hidden in that rotting heart of his.

He much preferred to be the listener. To your surprise, he’d often ask what was on your mind, what thoughts ran through that pretty head of yours. And you were always honest. He’d listen intently, not saying a word until you were finished.

You thought he’d make fun of you, insult your intelligence or liken you to an insect like he did with other weak humans. But he never did.

Instead, he’d threaten to kill whoever hurt your feelings, suggesting the most violent and gory methods possible. You always politely declined, but it made you smile. That was his twisted way of showing that he cared for you.

Slowly but surely, he opened up little by little, sharing the evil thoughts that crossed his mind and the silent battles he fought alone. You listened to his woes, understanding him more and more now that you had a glimpse into his world.

He never officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but you accepted him nonetheless. You knew you could never leave him, anyway.

The first night you slept in the same bed, you thought he’d take you. You held your breath, prepared to be ravaged by this giant, impossibly strong man who could break your spine in half if he willed it.

But it never happened.

He simply laid down next to you, wrapped his four arms around your waist, buried his face into your bare back, and fell asleep.

The two of you stayed like that until morning.

And as each day passed, he grew more and more attached.

He wanted you beside him always. You slept together, bathed together, even went to the bathroom together. Your moments of privacy dwindled the longer you were with him. He owned you in every sense of the term. He owned your time. He owned your body. He owned your mind.

And he made sure everyone knew. He kept at least two of his four hands on you at all times, unless he could keep all four on your soft, delicate body. One on your thigh. Another wrapped around your waist. Sometimes resting the palm of his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing it tightly to force you to stay in place. Other times he’d pull you into his lap, where you could feel his immense cock harden against your ass.

His cock was truly immense, by the way. Probably the biggest you’d ever seen in your life. But you’d discover that for yourself soon enough.

Sukuna wasn’t one for pillow talk or sweet nothings. But he made up for that silence with his touch.

He was rough the first few times you fucked, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and pulling it back as he pumped his thick cock deep into you. He liked how it made you arch your back, the sound of your high-pitched cry, the fluttered moans that escaped your lips as he railed you until tears leaked from your eyes.

He also enjoyed admiring the marks and bruises he left on your skin afterwards. He’d trace his fingers along the black and blue patterns, grinning maliciously whenever you flinched.

But there were times when he was soft, too. They were rare and fleeting, but cherished by you nonetheless.

Sometimes he’d take a handful of your hair and caress it softly, scratch your scalp with his long nails before putting a hand on the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. He’d press his lips against yours, pinch your cheeks so you’d open your mouth more, kissing you like it was the last time he’d ever see you, every time.

He’d lay you down flat on your back, thrust into you in a slow and rhythmic pattern while gazing deeply into your eyes. In those moments, you felt more connected to him than ever.

He’d kiss down your neck, onto your chest, gently biting your nipples before dragging his lips down your stomach. No skin was left untouched, no nerve ending showed mercy.

Being with a man who had four arms meant being constantly overstimulated. One hand would be fingering your hole, curling it upwards to make you squirt and cum over and over again until you felt like you’d go insane. Another would be wrapped around your neck, restricting your blood vessels and making you feel lightheaded. Another would be delicately stroking your hips and thighs, relishing in the way your skin quivered beneath it. The last hand he’d shove in your mouth, forcing you to suck his fingers as he watched with sadistic glee.

Once he was satisfied, he’d finally let up, giving you a moment of respite to catch your breath and regain your sanity. But only for a moment. That was often just the warm-up; he needed to be inside you, to feel your tight walls clench around his 12 inch cock until he came.

Every time you’d beg him, tell him he was too big, you couldn’t take it, it wouldn't fit.

He’d simply laugh and say, “Yes you can. I’ll make it fit.”

Despite being soaking wet, his dick was still a lot to take in. He’d push it inside, smirk when you cried out, then immediately start pumping in and out.

And god, it felt so fucking good.

You were full of his cock, moaning and screaming with every thrust while he grunted and snarled like an animal.

When he finished inside you, he hdld you down until his cock was milked dry, pumping you so full of cum that it would leak out of your hole in a perfect cream pie every time.

He’d admire the sight, gazing down at you lustfully as he licked his lips.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he’d say, one of the few times you’d hear his praise.

He wasn’t a complete monster. Afterwards, he always made sure to grab you some water and curl up against you under the covers, planting soft kisses on your skin until you fell asleep.

He knew how weak and soft humans were. And you were his most treasured.

#ryomen sukuna #Sukuna smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna x reader #reader x Sukuna #female reader #minors dni #boyfriend!sukuna #sorrryyy i tried to add some softness but irs mostly spice and toxicity LOLOL

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peachessprincess · 4 days

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geto loves when your fingers are tangled in his hair when he's on top of you.

it's the deep thrill in his gut that makes him grin with delight as he makes you let out cries of pleasure.

geto loves the feeling of you gripping onto his hair as his pace increases quicker and quicker by the coming seconds.you feeling him buck his hips into you,as your legs wrap around his waist, are enough to make you go crazy.

and as you slowly fall asleep on him,you run your fingers over his cheeks and into the strands of his black hair.but geto doesn't feel rough tugs at it.

geto only feels the warm caresses of you.

your touch alone.

-𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴★

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #geto suguru #geto #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #geto suguru x you #spice

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doveypink · 8 months

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the fire and the flames (that’s you) [megumi fushiguro]

summary: a cold morning leaves you needy for warmth. word count: 2.2k warnings: not sfw (minors dni), gn!reader (vague anatomy), college-aged characters, established relationship, fluff and smut, unprotected sex. a/n: this is set shortly after stay a while, but can be read on its own! title comes from the song prescription by remi wolf <3

Megumi’s room is freezing when you wake up.

Despite resting your head on his chest with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped securely around you, you can’t help shivering. You internally curse Jujutsu Tech for building dorms with terrible insulation; it’s like they want to kill off all their sorcerers. With a groan, you try to get closer to Megumi to steal his warmth. Your leg is thrown over him, and your thigh brushes against something hard. Your boyfriend makes a noise in the back of his throat, rousing awake in an instant. A silence befalls you both. Your jaw drops.

Oh.

“Megumi… are you—?”

He cuts you off, groaning. “It’s cold, I can’t help it.”

You stare, unmoving, as a thought enters your head.

Megumi’s cheeks are tinged red, and he looks at you through tired, half-lidded eyes. “Don’t,” he says simply, a warning. He knows you too well.

“Don’t what?” You try to say innocently, but the rising grin on your face is severely unconvincing.

The messy-haired boy grimaces like he’s in pain, trying to shift away from you, but it only makes the situation beneath his sweatpants worse. “Get off,” he whines, gently pressing a hand against your waist.

“Let me help.” Your voice is soft despite the grin on your lips.

Megumi gives you a disapproving look, his lips parted in protest, but you start up again before he can speak.

“Come on, babe. We’re here, we’re alone… When are we going to have another chance? I’m only here for another week, Gumi.”

Your boyfriend stares at you, his features softening. You do have a point; you’re only visiting for the few short weeks that are winter break, and after that, the date of your next visit could be anyone’s guess. He’ll be busy exorcizing curses (“Sexily,” you would add), and you will return to college. It was hard enough just trying to get clearance from Principal Yaga and the higher-ups for you to visit Megumi here, and he already knows it’ll be hell trying to go visit you. Sorcerers are always short-staffed; the boy is lucky that he’s even had some time off this winter.

With a small sigh, Megumi tugs you closer, pulling you on top of him. “Come ‘ere,” he mumbles, finally giving in.

You’re all too happy to follow his lead, leaning down to kiss him. He puts his hands on the back of your thighs, sliding them in place on either side of his waist. While your lips are locked together, you gently grind your hips against his. Megumi grunts into your mouth, and you smile. You can already feel a small wet patch on the front of his joggers. He rubs up and down your thighs, soft and unhurried. You break the kiss to breathe, noting how he involuntarily tries to chase you, not quite ready to separate. A faint laugh passes over your tongue.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper against his parted lips.

The boy’s face flushes, and one of his hands moves up to press against your cheek. His thumb traces the outline of your face, stopping to rest at your chin. He has a saccharine gaze, his long eyelashes fluttering as you circle your hips. The motion causes little puffs of air to escape him, a quiet but visible indication of his pleasure. It always surprises you how tender he is in these moments, given that he spends the better half of his days blank faced or scowling in annoyance at minor inconveniences.

You whine, flustered by his benevolence. Megumi laughs — really, it’s just a short huff through his nose — and he lifts you off of him just enough for you to kick off your shorts. You feel the cold air prick your skin and grunt at the provocation. Your lover’s sweatpants are shoved down to his thighs, and you wear a look of devilish satisfaction at the sight of him. You hover above him, fingers wrapping around his shaft to spread the precum dribbling from the tip.

Megumi hisses, blunt nails digging into your knee. Any other day you would tease him, dragging it out until you’re both tangled and messy under the sheets, but you’ve gone too long without your boyfriend. Something twists in the pit of your stomach, and you know that if he’s not inside you soon, you might actually lose your mind. So you raise your hips, lining him up with your entrance before easing down inch-by-inch.

He slides in easily, both of you already wet enough just from grinding against each other. Megumi twitches, his breath hitching as you sink lower. You’re tight, and your walls have to stretch to take the full length of him; it really has been too long.

The moment he bottoms out inside you, Megumi makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Not a second later, something warm floods inside you. His shaft twitches against your walls, emptying himself without so much as a warning. Your boyfriend’s face turns bright red, and he clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle a moan.

You don’t move. He’s still inside you, spurting warmth into your body as you stare at him in disbelief. “Gumi… Did you just—?”

“Shut up,” he says quickly.

You have a shit-eating grin on your face. “You did! You came so fast—”

“Shut up,” he groans, covering his face with both hands.

With a horribly unflattering cackle, you lean down to remove his hands, kissing his red cheeks. “Aw, baby, did you miss me that much?”

He’s glaring at you, trying to turn his face away. “Stop, this is god damn embarrassing.”

“No, it was cute—”

“It’s humiliating—”

“It’s hot,” you say sincerely, still grinning. “I’m flattered, honestly.”

Megumi stares at you, seriously wishing that he could throw himself under the sheets and die. After a pause, he mumbles, “I wanted the first time back with you to be… good.”

Your features soften, trying your best not to tease him anymore. He really is sweet to you, and it would probably be too mean to provoke him any further. You kiss him, gentle and chaste. “We have a whole week, babe. It’s not the end of the world. And, you know, we could just try again now.” You wiggle your hips as if to prove your point.

Your boyfriend tries to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. He hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to respond. “…Really?”

“Yes, baby. I missed you,” you soothe. Your hips start to roll against his again, and he hardens like he’s been brought back to life. “I was lonely without you.”

“…Okay,” he agrees quietly. Suddenly, his hands grip your waist a little harder than before, pulling you closer. His eyes are full of want, holding you firmly as if you would ever want to leave. “Let’s make up for it, then.”

You instantly feel heat pooling in your stomach. You lean forward, mewling as he holds you flush against his body. A hard clench around his shaft has you balling your fists into the sheets beneath him. Your head drops onto his shoulder, squirming in his grasp.

Megumi kisses the top of your head, soothing your lust-fueled actions. His breaths are ragged as you clench around him, and he holds you tighter. “I missed this,” he says into your hair. “Missed feeling you.”

He’s gentle despite the filthiness of the situation, and it drives you a little insane. You roll against him harder, your hips sliding onto him with ease thanks to the cum he so kindly spilled inside you prior. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck, muffling your whines of pleasure.

Megumi, always so quiet, is desperately trying to hold back his own sounds. He replaces moans for soft grunts and shallow breaths that warm your skin. His nose is buried in the top of your head, dizzied as he breathes in your scent. He starts to thrust upwards, meeting your hips with a gentle slap of skin against skin. His length slides out halfway, then pushes all the way in at a steady, mind-numbing pace that has you holding your breath.

Your boyfriend grabs at your thighs, caressing the skin as he pumps into you a little faster. “I need you,” he groans, his voice breaking as he speaks. He doesn’t like to talk much during sex, but when he does, it sounds absolutely beautiful; especially right now, with his desperate little groans and suppressed whimpers.

You match his thrusts, breathing out slowly. “I’m yours, Gumi. I’m all yours.” The sheets beneath your hands are wrinkled from how tight you grip them. With a hard clench around his shaft, you grunt, trying to hold yourself together. “I love you, I missed you so much,” you whine.

Megumi pulls you down for a kiss, breathlessly pressing your lips together. When he parts from you, he slides a hand to the back of your neck, keeping you close so he can look into your eyes. The eye contact makes you flush, your whole body warm with desire. He exerts enough self-control to slow down, keeping you steady as he fills you. Your eyes grow heavy lidded as he admires you, and your hands move to grip the front of his shirt instead.

Megumi cups your face, a look of gentle concern on his handsome face. “Are you okay?” the boy asks quietly.

You laugh, your hands flat against his chest. “Do you really have to ask that?” As if in response, you squeeze down on him again. Something about his constant attentiveness is thrilling to you, even in moments of passion.

“Of course I do,” he says easily, a light chuckle blowing past his lips. He leans you towards him for another kiss, releasing a low moan in the process. The boy can already feel himself getting close. “Do you want me to pull out?” he whispers, rubbing your thigh.

“Fuck no,” you hiss, denying the notion fast enough that it makes him laugh again. Your walls pulse around his shaft, drawing him further in. “Just… stay right there,” you plead.

Megumi kisses you again, deeper this time, before parting with a small grin. “Okay,” he murmurs before thrusting upwards again at a faster pace.

Your voice is a low warble as he takes you deeper. One of his hands holds the back of your head to keep you in a kiss, while his other hand grips your waist. Your moans are muffled against his mouth, and you both become a little lightheaded from the messy embrace.

Megumi groans against your mouth, and you shiver, squeezing your thighs around his hips. “That’s it,” he encourages you, pushing you further into him. “Just like that.”

The familiarity of your incoming high draws in, and your thighs tense with anticipation. He’s slotted inside you like he belongs there; you whimper pathetically at the thought, burying your face against his neck. “I’m close, baby, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what exactly you’re begging for.

Megumi’s chest vibrates with a low growl into your ear, making you clench down on his shaft. “Cum for me,” he says, shaking as he nears his own release. He stops bothering to hold back his sounds of pleasure, and a throaty moan from him causes you to sway your hips a little harder.

“Fuck,” you sigh, feeling him push harder against your hips. You’re teetering on the edge of your release, clamping down on him with your mouth gaping open as you pant.

Megumi grits his teeth, and he can’t take it anymore with the way your walls tighten around his length. He grunts, snapping his hips up harshly to empty himself inside of you. Large hands hold you in place as he grinds against you, not stopping until he knows you’ve finished.

With the warmth that fills you, it isn’t long until you cum. You feel yourself tip over the edge, clenching down on his still-twitching shaft and coating him in your own release. Grossly wet noises fill the room as you weakly bounce on his length, letting it all out as the collective high washes over you.

Megumi releases a long breath, holding you tight until you’ve both calmed down. Slowly, he helps you pick yourself up off of his length. He slips out of you, and you leak with cum. The sight makes his cheeks warm; you lay next to him, letting the liquid form a pool of glossy white beneath your legs. Your boyfriend leans over to kiss you, his hand cradling the back of your head.

“Good?” he asks, tracing his hand from your neck down to your back.

“Good,” you echo. When you shiver, he sits up to pull the blanket up, warming you both. The sheets tickle your skin, and you press your chest against Megumi’s to get cozy. Your hands snake under your boyfriend’s shirt, and he jolts in surprise.

“Your hands are freezing,” he utters, brows knit together in concern.

A snort of laughter escapes your throat. “That’s okay. You’ll warm me up.”

“Not that I have a choice,” he mumbles. “Don’t you want to shower?”

With an exhausted groan, you say, “In a minute. Too tired to move.”

Megumi hums in acceptance, securing you against him. When your eyes droop and your breathing slows, he doesn’t bother trying to move. He watches you in quiet admiration, feeling inclined to go back to sleep himself. He presses his lips against your forehead and begins to close his eyes, lured in by your peaceful expression.

Megumi was never a fan of the cold weather before, but now? He doesn’t think it’s so bad.

#dove writes #dove spice #c: megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #megumi x y/n #jjk x y/n #megumi smut #fushiguro smut

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windlullaby-arts · 6 months

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Pumpkin spice latte season 🍂

#my art #i can imagine him trying pumpkin spice latte for the first time #he’d make a weird face at first but overtime he kinda grows into it 💛#jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna

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chosomindslave · 4 months

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What artist does the JJK characters listen to?

Summary: stated it the title

Genre: very informative

Satoru Gojo🧿: 100% rod wave. idk what be wrong with Gojo but I just feel it in my CORE he listens to rod wave vigorously. Trust whenever Ijichi is chauffeuring you two you’re either gonna hear Turks and Caicos or Heart on ice… something is wrong with him seriously…

Suguru Geto🐵: mfer don’t listen to music 😞. He prolly only hear it as monkeys making their distinctive sounds…

Kento Nanami🥖: The Jacksons… (Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, etc) idk Nanami gives off grown man vibes but not grown man Kevin Gates vibes. I could see him listening to Janet Jackson, or even En Vogue… yk he’s really just that bitch. He probably listens to artists like Joe and Jon B also, you never know, but I can say one thing for sure , HE HAS TASTE

Choso Kamo🩸: it’s really whatever Itadori is listening to at the moment, he doesn’t have an exact preference

Yuuji Itadori👊🏽: Ice Spice, IKIK ITS CRAZY BUT PLSSD don’t sit there and tell me Itadori wouldn’t be walking down the hallways at Jujutsu high saying “like what let’s keep it a buck” NO SERIOUSLY, or “im still shaking ass in the deli” LMAOOOO

Megumi Fushiguro🐕‍🦺: Guns N Roses… look man he had a hard life LMAO but still then yk he just gives off the type to like Rock music, I can see him liking pierce the veil also…

Nobara Kugisaki🔨: SZA , she’s definitely a scissor girly. But even still then I do think she also listens to artist like Ariana Grande. Yesss kwueen

Yuta Okkotsu🗡️: before Africa, most def YONCÉ, but after coming back from Africa all mf hear is war sirens . What the fuck did Gojo have him look for THAT BITCH IS PTSDIFED lord somebody save Yuta

Maki Zenin🦚: girls generation. Idk after I seen that mfn edit with her and Kugisaki I just KNEW she was an snsd fan. BESIDES look at the way she dressed in the movie, and me ready to risk it all for her. SNSD APPROVED

Toge Inumaki📢: Sukihana, Sexy Red and Cupcakke. Look man, this mf a troll you think his top three artists aren’t the cuntiest of all time? His impulsive thoughts take over each time. Just know he ain’t a freak but he listen to nasty asss songs, cs why are you listening to somebody talk about eating niggas ASS?

(tumblr wouldn’t let me add in a gif for him FUCK YOU)

Panda🐼: Lana Del Rey: look man Panda is all about is aesthetic, you can’t tell me mf don’t be having his lil ciggy hanging out his mouth, looking out the window playing Summertime Sadness NEXT

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lolokouhm · 7 months

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You got Gojo Satoru wondering - and he might not be built for that.

Satoru is a person who doesn't really think twice before acting. He's used to being the strongest, the most powerful and hence, always right. But for the first time in a very long time, Satoru starts to wonder.

The beginnings are innocent, as they tend to be. Why are you so easy to talk to? He's had plenty of girls before, and none of them seemed to be able to hold conversation as well as you. Why are you so pretty? Your parents must have some crazy genes, both sides, to create a creature so insanely breathtaking. Why are you so bold? You were the one who made the first step and suggested this whole friends-with-benefits type of situation and that's why Satoru blames you. He's not used to thinking like that. That's too much for his pretty head to take.

Oh, and by the way, as we're on the subject of head - why are you so good at giving it? The way your sneaky little tongue plays with his tip almost gets him crying every fucking time. You should be illegal - and it gets even worse. Your gaze somehow always finds his and it doesn't even feel like you're looking at him. It's black magic. Maybe you are a curse user after all - your eyes do something to weaken him, being especially effective when poor Satoru is really trying his best not to come too soon. And so, he wonders. Do you want to kill him? Do you want him to drop dead, just like that?

In terms of dropping, Gojo is dropping to his knees, that's for sure. He'd drop everything actually, just to be able to open your legs and worship both you and the ground you're walking on, no matter where, no matter when. Your warmth gets him thinking. Why are your thighs so soft? He could sleep on them. he could live there - right there, in a sacred place, which no other men should ever have access to. A mere thought of that makes him angry, and that again, makes him wonder.

Is he jealous? But there were no rules, no talk of exclusivity. He thought he couldn't be jealous like that, especially when you didn't have anyone except him. At least that's how it was at first, but now he's not sure. He’s never asked. Satoru is thinking. Again. It feels uncomfortable, and the feeling intensifies as he reaches for his car keys. Maybe he shouldn’t be driving in this state? Normally he’d ask Geto, but the way his best friend stared at you during that party last weekend makes him grind his teeth. He didn't worry about it back then. So what changed? The way your body feels under his fingers? The way you smile, so sincerely that it feels unfair to have you in this universe? The way you moan his name and shake, when he...

’toru?’

Your voice brings him back. He looks at you, eyes wide open, confusion yet again written all over his face. Because even though he might be the honoured one, he's just a man. A man, who doesn't notice how his fingers unconsciously get tangled with yours every time he brings you on edge. A man, who doesn't understand why you make him feel not only like a horny teenager, but also a sad, lonely puppy every single time you leave his apartment, all happy and giddy for some inexplicable reason. A man, who simply doesn't get why his heart beats as if it's completely lost its rhythm in front of you, especially now, his six eyes scanning your surprised expression when you finally open the door.

Satoru wanted to say something, but doesn't know what now. Your lips are so distracting after all.

Guess he'll wonder for a little longer.

masterlist ❤️

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periodbloodmanipulator · 4 months

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Hello, everyone!!! My name is Mardi and I'm taking SMAU and HEADCANNON requests!! (DON'T REQUEST ONE SHOTS)

Here are some rules + characters I'll write/message for

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Rules ‼️

• No mention of pedophilia.

• NSFW is fine!! (Just please don't request NSFW if you are a minor)

• I will do at least 3 characters per request. If I like your request I'll add some more characters.

• Am example of a request would be; "(insert characters) getting pranked by Y/N leaving them on read." or "Y/N calling her lover (insert character/s) 'bro'." Ect

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Who I will write/message for 💋

JJK-

Gojo, Geto, Choso, Jogo, Mahito, Yuuta, Nanami, Toge, Sukuna, Megumi, Toji, Kenjaku (Fake Geto), Nobara, Mei Mei, Maki, Mai, Todo, Yaga, Uraume, Itadori.

Bonus character: Ice Spice Gojo ♥️👺

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jogo x reader #mahito x reader #ice spice gojo #toge x reader #smau only #smau #rules #jjk #megumi x reader #sukuna x reader #multiple characters #choso x reader

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 6 months

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Welcome And Goodbye

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song: welcome and goodbye by Dream, Ivory)

It’s been three years. Three years since he returned back to Jujutsu High.

Three years without you.

You both had the same mindset after the death of Haibara when you were in your first year as students. Having to risk your life as a jujutsu sorcerer felt too much of a burden, especially for you. You two didn’t realize it until later; how much of an impact Haibara made into your lives until the break up. He was the reason that you and Nanami became a couple for six years. The reason why you two left behind the life of a sorcerer. However, once Nanami returned, his death became the reason of the break up.

Nanami arrived home late again. He hated staying out late for work. It was seldom, but he knew you were going to worry yourself out. He stopped at Jujutsu High after his mission for Shoko to heal his injury.

He found his dinner on the table, wrapped up for him to eat when he arrived home. He looked at the counter filled with papers, textbooks, and your laptop. Guilt crept in him. Quietly, Nanami walked inside the shared bedroom. He found you curled up in a ball, fast asleep. The closer he walked to you, the more he saw the tears that stained your cheeks. He hated it. Especially because he was gone so late, he knew you cried so much with worry.

When he sat down, you felt the bed dip and woke up. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around him. You couldn’t help but cry. You couldn’t help but worry about the possibility of death happening to him. However, you knew the consequences when he decided to return.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly and kissed your forehead.

“I’m just glad you’re home safe.”

He remembered that week all too well. Three years later, it plays over and over in his mind. He remembered you two sitting on the couch, wanting to talk about the relationship and his job. He remembered the tears that you tried to hold but failed to. He remembered you mutually agreeing about breaking up. He remembered it all, detail to detail. The broken look on your face, what you wore, how your hair was. He remembered packing his things. The last time you two made love and kissed before he left to stay with Gojo until he found himself his own place.

He wonders everyday if you were doing okay. But he knows that you are. You still lived in the same apartment. You worked overnights at the hospital. You still attend the same school and you’re at your last year of it. He knows the café you visit frequently because he saw you a year later when he needed something to eat. So every now and then, he goes there to pay for your coffee and snack before you got there.

“I don’t see why you can’t go up to her and just say hi,” Gojo said. Nanami sighed, turning the page of his newspaper.

“She has her new and better life,” Nanami answered. “Besides, as long as I know that she’s okay, that’s all that matters.”

“But you won’t know unless you ask. She’s good at putting up a mask. And you know it. You just read her well.” Nanami was silent. Sometimes, Gojo does have a point.

“Do you talk to her?” he asked curiously.

“Of course! You know, I had her meet my students. She gives them great insight.” Gojo’s smile was wide. Nanami was surprised. He didn’t think you would keep in contact with anyone. But, Gojo was the one who kept tabs on you for him during the recent stage of the break up. It only made sense that you and Gojo would talk to each other now and then.

Nanami made it to the café again. He paid for your future order and sat in the corner, drinking his own cup of tea as he read the newspaper.

He found you walking inside. He enjoys the surprise look on your face when you found your order paid and ready to go again. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. You sat at the opposite side of the café where the windows were. You always love being by the sunlight. You were typing continuously. He could assume that you were typing a paper. Nanami thought of ways to approach you, but stopped himself every time.

The next time he looked up, he found a man sitting down in front of you. His heart sank. You smiled widely at him and laughed at whatever he said. He wanted to leave. He wanted you to be happy, but he didn’t want to see it with another man.

“Hello?” you said, answering a sudden phone call. “Satoru?” The name coming out of your mouth made his ears perk. He couldn’t help but look up just a bit. “I might be a bit late. Later.” He couldn't help but wonder when you called Gojo by his first name, too. Panic settled within him.

You stood up and packed your things, and told the guy that you’re heading out. Nanami watched the man lending you his sweater but you politely declined. The man was persistent and Nanami smiled as you continued to reject the offer. He could safely assume that you weren’t interested.

As you left, Nanami stood up. He folded the newspaper and threw his empty cup in the garbage. He left the café, deciding to go home and not continue to see you what you were going to do with Gojo.

“Hey there, stranger.” The sound of your voice surprised him. He slowly turned around and found you hugging yourself warm and giving him a shy smile. “It’s been a while.”

“Y-Yeah. How did you—“

“It’s not everyday that a tall man with blonde hair comes in the café. You’re not hard to miss, especially with that tie of yours,” you said with a small laugh. Nanami couldn’t help but smile back. There you were, finally in front of him three years later.

“I…I um…” You were the only one who could get him flustered like this. It still amuses him to this day.

“Thank you. For the coffee and snacks,” you said.

“How did you know?”

“I only realized it a few months ago. I noticed you the day it was paid for. I…I didn’t know how to approach you.”

He called out your name. His voice was soft and gentle. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. It was music to your ears. You had to stop yourself from touching him, from holding his hand. You were dying for his touch and kisses. Everyday for the past three years.

You thought about him every day. You were heart broken that day. Nanami Kento wasn’t just your lover but also your best friend. He knew you inside and out. He knew you more than you knew yourself. But after your talk with him three years ago, the worry was too much where you agreed to end the relationship while he didn’t want you to worry. And you regretted it ever since. Because no matter how happy everyone sees that you were, deep down you still weren’t.

Nanami watched you shiver again. Swiftly, he took his suit jacket off and placed it around your shoulders. You felt weak from his smell. You missed him too much.

“You should hurry. Gojo-san is waiting,” he said sadly and quietly.

“Satoru can wait,” you said. He watched the tears form and he watched you hold them in. “You seem to be doing great though. Kicking ass I bet.”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he replied softly.

“Kento, I—-“ You blushed, you haven’t really said his name in a while too. It felt foreign but it also felt so right. You lost your train of thought. Nanami usually has that effect on you.

“Do you have time then? I-I really missed you and…”

“Follow me.” And so he did. Nanami followed you for a few blocks. He realized that you were leading him to your place. “Want some tea?”

“Please.”

It was the same as it was, except there were no pictures of the two of you around the apartment. The couch was new and even the table yet the layout and arrangement never changed. He went in the kitchen with you. He sat at the high chair at the counter, watching you heat up water in the kettle.

“The truth is, I’ve been training with Satoru for the past two years,” you confessed. “I told him not tell you because I wasn’t ready to see you just yet.” Nanami’s eyes widened.

“So…a-are you coming back?” he asked.

“Somewhat? Not completely,” she answered.

“What made you change your mind?” You knew that he wanted to protect the younger sorcerers. You couldn't say no to him for that reason. Strangely, you missed the action. You missed helping people in need. It was why you decided to go into the healthcare field but sometimes, it just wasn't the same.

“I miss helping people,” you answered. “But I also miss the action. That was fun.”

“What about school? You worked hard.”

“I’ll still do it,” you said. “I still don’t want to be a sorcerer forever.” Nanami nodded. He understood. It was the same for him.

“Itadori-kun has a lot of potential,” Nanami said. You nodded.

“A lot of growth is needed for him. But Satoru has promising students."

“So, you train and partake in missions?”

“No missions. Just training and teaching whenever I can.”

“I never noticed you.”

“I haven’t either.”

It was quiet again for the two of you. You went back and turned the stove off. You poured hot water in two tea cups and gave each other black tea bags. Nanami quietly thanked you and blew at the hot liquids.

You texted Gojo. You were going to cancel the training session. All he did was text you good luck. You feel like you know Gojo well enough that he knows that you’re with Nanami.

You vented to Gojo a lot. And he’ll tell you the same thing every time. To go and talk to him. You had it all planned out today. But the moment you stood in front of him, everything you planned for was gone. So for a while, the two of you drank your tea with content silence until it was prolonged and awkward. Nanami looked at the time and stood up from his seat.

“I should head back,” he said. You looked at the time. It was already eight. And you knew Nanami. It was almost time for him to get ready for bed.

“R-Right,” you said, disappointment evident in your voice and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. He slowly got ready to go. By the time he was at the door, the two of you two remained silent. Both of you wanting to tell each other to stay.

“I’ll see you around,” he said and turned around. He immediately felt you grab his wrist. He turned around and the moment he saw your tears, he pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too, Kento,” you said, replying to his statement from the café. “I missed you so much. I regret it. I never should’ve left. I should’ve tried harder and—“ His grip on you tightened.

“I never should’ve brought it up,” he said. “I never…I should’ve…fuck. I missed you so much.”

The two of you remained like that for a while, with you in his arms and his face buried in the crook of your neck. When he pulled away to look at you, he cupped your face and used his thumbs to wipe your tears away. You couldn’t help but smile from his comfort. Nanami smiled back and rested his forehead on yours. You two took in the comfort that was missed for the past few years.

“I never stopped loving you,” he confessed.

“I love you too, Kento. So, so much.”

He captured your lips. He closed the door and lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Nanami carried you to your bedroom. Gently, he laid you down, lips still glued to each other. He gently bit your lower lip and caressed the side of your body. You softly moaned at his touch. You loosened his tie and unbuttoned shirt. Nanami was the first to pull away. He admired your flushed and breathless look. He smiled softly and gave you soft kisses all over your face.

“Have you ever…was there ever anyone else?” he asked curiously. You shook your head.

“Just you Kento. How about you?” Your answer made his smile wider. He captured your lips again before replying the same answer you gave him. And the two of you stayed up together, catching up on the three years missing each other.

The sunlight shining through the thin curtains stirred you awake. Memories of last night flooded your mind and you blushed as you turned around. Next to you was Nanami. You smiled, missing his serene and sleepy face in the mornings. You couldn’t help but softly brush his hair back. Nanami smiled and slowly opened his eyes.

“Good morning, darling,” he greeted, voice hoarse and tired.

“Good morning.”

“Come here.” He opened his arms and you eagerly went to him. Nanami gave you soft kisses on your shoulders, up to your neck, then to your lips. You shuddered and sighed in content. “After last night, I'm not leaving you ever again."

“I wouldn’t let you,” you said.

“Do you have class?” he asked curiously. You nodded and told him that it started in a couple of hours. “I’ll drive you. Go get ready then we could go to my place and I can do the same.” You got up out of bed and walked to your closet. You pulled out clothes, but what surprised him were also clothes that he left at your place.

“They were in the laundry. I couldn't throw them away,” you said. “We can spend more time together before we go now.” Nanami got up and hugged you.

Students couldn’t help but stare at the two of you, especially at Nanami. Nanami carried your bag and held your hand. You guided him to the building, excitedly telling him about your semesters in school.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked.

“This is my only lecture, but I go to lab and practice skills for about an hour. Then the library to study. If Satoru calls me, I might train instead. I have work tonight, too.” You pouted at the idea of work. You hated working and going to school. It was tiring, especially when you train with Gojo. Now being back with Nanami, you were contemplating on calling out tonight. It has been a while.

“Call me. I might be able to pick you up," Nanami offered. “I’m going on a mission with Itadori-kun, but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Text me when you get to the place and let me know when you’re done?”

“Of course, love.” He walked you all the way to your classroom. He gave you back your backpack and pulled his wallet out to hand you his credit card.

“Wait, Kento—“

“When you need coffee and food,” he said. “I know you need the coffee.” When you didn’t take the card, he sighed and took your hand and placed it there. “Let me take care of you again. I miss it.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay,” you said happily. “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you, darling.” Nanami gave you a soft kiss.

“I love you, too.”

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gojo-mochi · 5 months

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Toji likes to roll over in his sleep. Which would be fine itself but it not fine when you’re the one sleeping next to him. He more often than not crushes you with his body weight. Pressing his tiddies on your face as his arm is slung over your side with a snore. His immense body heat quickly warming you up.

You can try to wiggle from out of under him but be careful you might awaken the beast that lives inside his pants. If it not already hard that is, Toji’s hard cock lying against his thigh, was now pressed on to you. And the more you move the more his dick twitches.

If you were feeling bold or maybe a bit vengeful, you could find yourself biting into Toji’s chest while your hand slips into his sweats. Slowly dragging his balls up and squeezing them a little. Collecting his precum and smearing it on his length, your hand almost feels like it burning when you first tried this, the whiff of musk when you opened his sweats almost knocked you out too.

Then finally, after a while of being crushed under this brick house of man, will he open one eye to look down at you. Voice rasping out; “What you doing, pup? Playing games, hmm? My pup so damn needy while I’m trying to sleep…”

He groans like it an annoyance but it quickly turns into a moan when you bite into him again. Like it wasn’t his damn fault you couldn’t sleep tonight.

“Fuck… feisty tonight. Mm, let me retrain you to behave better, pup…”

You’ll get sleep tonight, you’ll get a lot of rest actually. You’ll just won’t be able to walk for awhile afterwards.

#Toji + calling you pup is canon to me #softy talks to you (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) (•᷄ •᷅ ;)#softy spice #softy write #Toji smut #toji headcanons #Toji drabbles #Toji x you #Jjk smut #jjk drabbles #Jjk x you #Toji x reader #LOOK I ANDE A TOJI FIC ARLIGHT SJDJD

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dailykugisaki · 3 months

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Day ninety-six | id in alt

It was funny the first three times and now Gojo is just unsurprised and slightly worried.

#dailykugisaki #jjk #kugisaki nobara #itadori yuji #gojo satoru #YOU CANT TELL ME THAT FUSHIGURO CAN COOK #HE CAN'T HE LITERALLY CANT #HE HAS YHE COOKING KNOWLEDGE OF A GYM BRO WHITE BOY #THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE HATES PAPRIKA AND MOST FUCKING SPICES #FUSHIGURO CANNOT COOK. CANT.#Kugisaki exclusively cooks for herself so that leaves Itadori to painstakingly share his leftovers with the boy who gave himself salmonella

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bobblekat · 9 days

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you crying?

#gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #art #digital art #my art #jjk art #ik he doesn’t wear an earring here but I added it anyway for spice ✨

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peachessprincess · 4 days

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sukuna definitely loves leaving his hand imprinted onto your neck.

the mere sight of watching you gasp for air as he kisses you and slowly beginning to squeeze at your throat is enough to make the king of curses go feral.

sukuna would kiss the area of your neck that his handprint was left on and begin to bite down onto it.he's proud of what he's done and what he's accomplished,now he just wants to listen to whine for more.

-𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴★

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna jjk #spice #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader

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paranomainia · 6 months

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⤥ ♮♮♭ ― ❛ gojo satoru's hands are always the coldest part of him and he loves to use that to get a reaction out of you

♯ ° ― slight temperature play, dirty talk, suggestive themes

his long slender fingers, freezing cold to the touch, always find their way under your clothes. he always makes the excuse that it's to warm them back up but you know it's for the small gasps and whines he gets from you as they graze over your skin.

he'll chuckle as he drags one hand over your nipple, dragging the cutest noise from your lips as he presses up against your back. his teeth drag over your neck, a slow hum resonating in his chest.

"you make such cute noises for me, makes me love messing with you like this. so sensitive to every little thing," he softly nips at your neck. "a cute little slut made just for me to mess with."

his free hand slowly drags his freezing fingertips along the edge of your underwear, his nails softly scraping the sensitive skin. you can't help the weak whine as your hips buck forward in a silent plea for more of his touch.

"oh no, that won't do. if you want me to help you cum, you have to use that pretty little voice of yours to beg," he chuckles as he drags his tongue over the previous bite marks littering the neck of your skin. "you can do it, i know you can. my pretty little cock drunk slut, always so good at doing what your told."

#۵. spice #۵. dribble drabble #۵. jjk #anime x gender neutral reader #anime x gn reader #gn reader #gn y/n #gojo x reader #gojo smut #anime smut #anime x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader

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bakuliwrites · 10 months

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Nanami Kento x Reader- Birthday Headcanons

A little assortment of birthday headcanons for our beloved ex-salaryman❤️ Happy Birthday, sweet love ❤️ 18+, MINORS DNI. This gets just a teensy bit spicy towards the end.

Nanami's ideal birthday: a quiet day, no work. He gets to wake-up when he wants to, go about his day as leisurely as he wants to, with you by his side ❤️

A stop at his favorite bakery in the morning, picking up pastries and coffee to either take home and share in your sunlit kitchen, or to enjoy if the weather permits at a nearby park.

The two of you share lunch at a cafe he's been wanting to try, but hasn't gotten the chance to yet. It's as delicious as he's been hoping it would be. You insist on paying, but have to secretly slip your card/money to the waiter when Kento isn't looking, because he'll no doubt try to pay anyway. He thanks you profusely, and you can't help but notice the light blush blooming on his angular cheeks.

You tell him that the rest of the day is entirely up to him! With so much freedom, Kento is almost overwhelmed. There's so many options, yet his mind goes blank as soon as he tries to think of something to do.

He opts to take you to a museum he's been meaning to check-out for a while. There's a temporary exhibit on the history of gastronomy in Japan that he wants to check out before it moves on. He looks so concentrated with his furrowed brow and mouth set as he examines all the exhibits and carefully reads every plaque. But when he catches you staring at him, his smile is unmatched, bright like the early-July sun.

After the exhibit, the two of you take a leisurely stroll back home, enjoying the evening breeze and the sunset fading into hues of pink, orange, and purple. Kento presses featherlight kisses to your lips, cheeks, forehead. Anywhere he can when you both pause to admire the setting sun.

If you cook, you have a whole meal planned out for him at home and get straight to work as soon as you arrive. He insists on helping, which inevitably leads to a mid-cook make-out session against the kitchen countertops and dancing around the kitchen to some slow R&B.

If you don't cook, you've already made reservations for Nanami's favorite restaurant! Though he's got expensive taste, his favorite restaurant is actually a tiny hole-in-the-wall with the best damn beef rendang you've ever had. His dry wit makes an appearance, and your sides hurt from laughter by the time the two of you are done with dinner. It's been a long time since you've seen Kento smile and laugh like this, and it fills your being with warmth.

Afterwards, you surprise Kento with your gift to him. Good gift options for him include: cookbooks or baking recipes, a bread maker or other bread making necessities, a personalized apron, surprise tickets to Malaysia.

As the evening winds to a close and the stars begin to dot the sky, you and Kento steal away into your shared bedroom. You've bought new lingerie just for this occasion: a set you'd been eyeing that Kento seemed to be thrilled by ("I think you'd look lovely in that one," he had commented in passing, but you could see the tips of his ears turning bright red. You ordered it as soon as he was out of sight).

You push Kento back onto the bed, letting him lay back against the pillows, an impish smile on your face. Your eyes glint mischievously in the flickering candlelight as you tell him that it's time for him to relax. You'll do all the work tonight.

Your shared room is filled with Nanami's husky grunts and quiet proclamations of his love for you. You make sure to give him a good shoulder and back massage to relieve his stress, among your other stress-relieving ministrations that night ❤️

You hold him close as the two of you drift off to sleep. "Thank you for a wonderful birthday," Kento breathes, his voice crackly with exhaustion. He presses one more deep, lingering kiss to your lips, just to let you know that this was probably the best birthday he's ever had ❤️

Bonus: Kento isn't much of a surprise party person, but Yuji might insist upon throwing one. In which case, if it's Itadori that is insistent upon one, Nanami might make an exception. He'll act all crotchety and grumpy about it, but everybody knows that, deep down, he's appreciative. Gojo will try to take him out for karaoke, Nanami will refuse.

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