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emmyrosee · 2 months

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Sometimes, it’s just fun to mess with Sukuna.

He likes to think he’s got you figured out, like how he knows how to navigate each one of your antics like the back of his hand.

But right now, over ice cream, you decide to pull a fast one on him, keep him back on his toes and let him fester in the playfulness that sometimes slips from the relationship.

“Here kuna baby, try this,” you hum, passing him a spoonful of ice cream. He shrugs and leans over, taking the bite and chewing it thoughtfully.

“Pretty good.”

“Right?” You giggle, before wiping your spoon clean. “I didn’t think I’d like the bits of cookie but-“

“What the fuck was that?”

You quirk your brow as his raise in annoyance, looking at you angrily. “What was what, babe?”

“I know you didn’t just wipe your spoon clean,” he snaps. “Be so fucking for real.”

You giggle, “well… yeah… why wouldn’t I? I don’t want to eat your spit.”

“Eat my- WE MAKE OUT?!”

“That’s different,” you scoff. “That’s consensual. This was my spoon.”

His eyes are blown with annoyance as they look around your face for any indication that you’re full of shit and messing with him, but when you give him a simple shrug, he throws his spoon down and immediately grips your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into a messy, noisy kiss, which you squeal into. You taste the rocky road in his lips, and as much as you want to melt into the intense affection, to rile him up more, you bring yours hands to his chest to push him away.

“Kuna!” You gasp against his lips. “What’re you-“

“Look,” he snarls, pulling away angrily. “We’ve been together too long for us to think anything is gross. I refuse to let you think any part of me is gross. Dickhead. I’m perfect.”

“I was kidding!” You laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “There’s nothing in the world I find more attractive than you and your spit.”

Now, he lets out a gag and pulls a face at your words, “alright. Moods gone. You ruined it.” He shakes his head from your grip and pouts.

“Babyyyy,” you titter, grabbing and smushing his cheeks together while you nudge his nose. “There’s always a mood with you.”

“Yeah. And you constantly ruin it.”

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tojipie · 1 year

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quick sukuna drabble !

content: fluff, size difference, use of the term “little one” 🤞

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thinking about true form sukuna cradling you in the crook of his massive arm, stroking your cheek absentmindedly while you rattle on about something unimportant.

thinking about how protective he is of you, turning you in his lap to shield your smaller form from the wandering eyes as palace servants pass in and out of the throne room.

“look at me.” he tells you, tenderly smoothing a hand down the back of your head. “eyes on me, little one. not them.”

you feel manifestations of jealousy radiating from his skin in waves, heating the tight space between you two. the curse’s fatal flaw was how easily his body gave him away, heating and cooling in tandem with his emotions.

“sukuna.” you grumble, pushing away from the larger man’s valley of exposed skin. “you’re heating up again.”

“am i?” he teases, scratching under your chin like one would a puppy. “you should be flattered then, little subject.” he says as he draws his robe closed to quell the heat.

the curse grabs your face between two fingers, leaning down to mouth at your shoulder. “mmh” he sighs, rubbing your back with a massive palm.

the heat between you gradually begins to ebb, giving way to something much more comforting. you reach for one of his fingers and press a soft kiss to the pad, settling into the endless expanse of his lap as the last of his servants make their rounds.

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #true form sukuna #sukuna x fem!reader #sukuna x gender neutral reader #sukuna x gn!reader #sukuna x female reader #jjk sukuna #jjk hcs #sukuna hcs #sukuna headcanons #sukuna drabble

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gojogoblin · 2 years

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jjk boys’ favorite body part of yours [pt. II] 18+

part II featuring nanami, sukuna, toge

content: gender neutral!reader, some fluff, some light smut

read pt. I here | pt. III here

nanami | ears

No one ever listened to Nanami. They didn't listen when he warned them it was too cold to go out bar hopping that night, they didn't listen when he complained about the prices of the drinks at the one trying to be classy, and they certainly didn't listen when he pointed you out as they stumbled out onto the curb, drunkenly debating on which bar to hit next. You had been trying to get past the rowdy crowd on your way down the street, and you had those adorable fluffy ear muffs. He'd cried out for his friends to watch it, reaching out instinctively to grab your arm and help you step over the guy who'd tripped and was falling to the ground impressively. He'd apologized profusely and promised they weren't usually like that. You listened.

A year rolled around around and you'd been his for a few months now, and the best part? You listened. You were the only one he fully loosened his tie for, the one he sighed to and cried to and let his guard down for. Even when he didn't have the energy to speak much louder than a whisper. He'd pull you in and let you sit sideways on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and his lips at your ear. He'd whisper that he was so grateful to have you, that he didn't know what he'd do without you. His breath would tickle your ear but you wouldn't laugh because this was serious.... until it wasn't.

Until his hand slid down your side slowly, following the path he knew you liked, pausing just under your rib cage to listen to the way your breath caught in your throat. Down to your hips, your thighs. He'd squeeze them as he whispered, letting his bottom lip drag against your earlobe. You would always lose track of what he said to you- nothing you could repeat in the light of day, though, that was certain. He was always calm and collected about it, but he'd begin to lose himself when he let his lips close around your earlobe, sucking softly because he knew it didn't take much to draw the whimpers from your lips. Romantic, really, even with him bottomed out deep in you, grinding his hips forward and prompting shaking inhales from you each time. His favorite- and yours too- was dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear. Kissing the back of it, and then letting his lips travel to the skin just behind it, almost at your hairline. Ever since the moment he'd found out it was a sensitive area for you, he'd never let it go. Kissing, nipping, sucking- the warmth of his tongue on your skin got you every single damn time and it would never get old.

His favorite time of the year was winter, when he could leave bold hickeys just behind your ear and no one would see them under those cute little ear muffs.

sukuna | thighs

'Oh my god, you're amazing.' Those were the first words he'd ever said to you, though he'd never really stopped saying them. It had been a funny situation, really, and you two still laughed about it to this day. You were just coming back from the store down the road with some snacks for your 'me-time' movie night when you saw a huge dog barreling down the sidewalk right at you. It was some kind of shepherd mix, and you were a little terrified until you heard an out of breath shout from further down from him- 'he's friendly, he just got off his leash!' So you'd done the first thing you could think of, which was drop the bag and crouch, arms held out as if for a hug.

Within seconds, you'd managed to trap the pup between your thighs, standing over him and rubbing his ears as you waited for his owner to catch up. So, it was only natural that what he first noticed about you was your thighs. How strong they were for being able to trap the squirming dog between them to keep him still while he clipped the leash back onto his harness. You'd invited him over that night; that was the first time he worshipped you from between your thighs.

He'd never stopped. He bit them, kissed them, whispered things against them that would scandalize even the boldest of men. His fingers squeezed at the inner bits of flesh, delighting at the bruises that would form almost immediately on the sensitive skin. His favorite thing was when he'd work you with his mouth, drawing desperate moan after moan and breathless gasps from your lips, and you'd tighten your thighs around his head so tightly he wondered if someday it'd burst. What an honorable way to go, really. He'd kiss you and make you promise to wear the pretty little garter he'd bought you under your skirt when you went out with him that night, the same garter he loved pulling all the way down your leg with his teeth. He'd trail his lips all the way back up your leg, leaving shameless marks the whole way.

And when he finished, he would pull out like a gentleman, but there was nothing gentlemanly about the way he'd make a mess on your thighs, groaning as he watched the way it dripped down the abused skin.

toge | lips

Toge had always told himself it was just because he was reading your lips that he stared. It wasn't weird, it wasn't a cause for concern, and it definitely wasn't creepy. And it wasn't like he had to read lips to understand what people were saying, it was just that it helped him focus better. But even watching yours chat idly about your day, he couldn't focus because all he could think about was how nice your chapstick was. He knew it was chapstick and because he'd watched you put it on just minutes ago. You didn't mind it, not really. It was cute, actually, the way he'd blush when you looked to his lips too as if to silently tell him you knew what he was doing. He blushed often, and he hated it, but you loved it.

Even now, after being together for months, he would invite you to lay on the couch with him while you chatted on the phone with your friends, fingers brushing softly across them when you weren't talking, sometimes so softly it tickled. He would kiss the chapstick right off of your lips and laugh when you complained about having to put more on. He, of course, didn't mind watching you purse your lips as you swiped the chapstick on, watch you pop them softly before smiling when you caught him staring again. He even stared when you were upset, still finding you effortlessly beautiful as your lips curled into a frown over something that would often prove to be inconsequential compared to the comfort he gave.

Despite all of this, Toge wasn't shy about his obsession when it came to the bedroom. He'd kiss you until your lips were swollen and trembling, then watch with heavy pants as you wrapped your lips around his fingers. Your eyes were always so innocent. Soft, staring up at you through wet lashes like that as he curled his fingers against your tongue to see you open your mouth wider for him. A long time ago, you'd accidentally bought a pink tinted chapstick and groaned in annoyance. Toge had tucked it away for times like these, where he told you to put it on only so he could see it smeared later. Gasping, choking out poor excuses for his name as he held you by the jaw, thumb swiping over your bottom lip and painting a light pink streak from the corner of your lips to your cheek. He'd end up with some on his teeth too from the way he bit and sucked at your lips until they were tender to the touch.

All of this to say he adored watching your lips when you told him you loved him.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x gn!reader #nanami x reader #nanami x gn!reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x gn!reader #toge x reader #toge x gn!reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #nanmi smut #sukuna smut #toge smut

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kageroudayze · 2 years

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cw for the term chubby chaser.. i know some people arent comfortable with it so im just warning before the cut <3

sukuna is a chubby chaser.

no, i wont take any shit on this

he's a big, big guy... with all those arms he's gonna need to hold onto something !!

he grabs big handfuls of you while he fucks you, admiring the way your plush hangs over the sides his of hands, nearly bruising your waist with how much he likes to roll the skin under his fingers.

sukuna doesn't want someone delicate-- he needs someone he feels like won't shatter under him, someone substantial... if he wants to see his cock bulge through your skin, he'll just use your throat instead <3

#sukuna #sukuna nsft #nsft #sukuna x you #chubby reader #cw chubby chaser #sukuna x gn!reader #jjk x you #jjk nsft #jjk smut #sukuna smut #sukuna.meow

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kechiwrites · 2 years

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📕📚

aw! thanks for sending one in!

okay so like...imagine reader on a friends trip after a breakup, reader who is typically very type A but was so goddamn exhausted from babying their ex, that they just let their besties plan the trip for them, for once. and my god do they show out, we're talking a LUXE 3 day trip to a hot spring out of town, they don't even know how their friends could afford it, and it's filled to fucking bursting with like...scarily hot people, like ridiculously hot. because it's a hookup spot. there are only mixed baths. and a very very loose decency policy (like non existant) anyway sukuna makes it known he'll be taking up every second of your lil vacation, exhibitionism like crazy. "Don't you dare fuckin' waste any," after he finishes inside you the first time. "It doesn't make for a good show to watch all that good work spill."

send me "📓" or a book related emoji and i'll post a fic i've been daydreaming about!

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x gn!reader #kechiwrites #kechi chat #tag games #im down bad for mean bully sukuna

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the-masked-ram · 20 days

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Fear and pleasure- Sukuna x gn!reader drabble

CW: leaning NSFW, dub con, biting, blood, pain kink, allusions to future death for reader, mild hunter/prey, fear kink

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Sukuna can smell it. He can smell your fear as it curls around him like a lover. Your energy is going wild, and he watches as it shifts in massive waves while you are under his fingers, his palms. He has you splayed out on the ground, in a copse of trees that lead to the forest.

“Caught you, didn’t I?” he grins at you, all sharp teeth and death waiting in a too human face.

You squirm under him, but your weapon is too far away. Your hands are screaming as his grips tightens around your wrists, causing bone and tendons to crunch together uncomfortably. His smile widens, his eyes grow wild.

“Yuuji! Yuuji, please!” you sob, trying to call Itadori to the surface.

“Ah, ah,” Sukuna chuckles low and dark, and you hate how it brushes over your skin like silk. “He’s not about to help you. All locked up tight tonight.”

He licks a long stripe over your neck, and you should detest it. You should be repulsed, but all you do is whimper and it’s needy even to your own ears. Thick desire coils in your stomach, around your spine, and squeezes your heart. Like the pressure of his body on yours, pushing you down like your nothing.

He narrows his eyes, a flare of excitement brightening them because he fucking knows. He knows that the source of that sound isn’t the fear that he’d sensed earlier, no it’s that thick and delicious scent of arousal that rising to tangle with the bitter tang of terror.

Sukuna leans down, unable to stop himself as he drags his nose along the length of your neck, the spot he’d licked just moments before, and inhales. God, you are so fucking sweet. Maybe he can have some fun with you before he crushes you.

“I’m going to play with you so much, pet. Play so much that your damned mortal body won’t be able to take it,” he promises, as his teeth sink deep into the muscle of your shoulder.

He catches right under it, pulls at the tendon, tastes the iron of your blood, until your screams of pain change to moans of pleasure. Oh, fuck, this is going to be so much fun, he realizes.

“You’re gonna love this,” he slurs as he laps over your wound.

And you can’t do anything but shiver at the look in his eyes, because you know you will love it, you’ll beg for more, but you also know you won’t survive.

#sukuna #sukuna x gn!reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #drabble #fanfiction

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mysicklove · 5 months

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summary: Yuuji finds himself sick, and it gives him a perfect opportunity to spend time with his older brother.

wc: 1.8k

a/n: its back friends. all i think about is them.

big brother au masterlist

Yuuji lets out a mucus-filled cough and Sukuna cringes. The toddler turns to him and sniffles with a frown on his face. The elder, in return, rolls his eyes but readjusts the cool rag on his brother's forehead. "Don't look at me like that. Whose fault is this? If you do stupid things, you have to pay the consequences, little pest."

The boy doesn't move; instead, he just stubbornly shakes his head. "W-Wanted to play!"

"In the rain? Without any warm clothes? You truly are an idiot," Sukuna scolds, grabbing Yuuji's water bottle from the nightstand and forcing it into the little boy's mouth.

Yuuji developed a fever this morning after sneaking out into the backyard last night to play in the rain puddles. Now he was stuck in bed, which was hard for the toddler who was always on the go and harder for Sukuna, who has to pretend that he isn't worried sick.

You walk into the boy's room, and Yuuji immediately looks towards you. He tears the sippy cup from his mouth and lets out a high-pitched whine, already beginning to reach his arms toward you. He knows youll coddle him, unlike his brother, and the exhausted boy was craving attention. When you make it over the bed, he reaches his hands upward to you and pleads, "Up! Up!"

You frown at the boy, already reaching down to scoop him up, but Sukuna quickly intervenes, gently slapping your hand away. "No. He might get you sick too. Brat, you stay in bed."

The toddler opens his mouth to protest, but another cough cuts him off. Then, with watery eyes, he turns to Sukuna and nods. "Yes, b-brother."

You coo at the boy, using your palm to cup his warm cheek and thumb at the soft skin. Yuuji rests his entire head on the touch, and you frown. "Poor baby," You sigh, and Yuuji, ever the one to love being doted on, nods pitifully, adding an extra sniffle for effect. Sukuna almost rolls his eyes at the action.

"Why don't you coddle me like that when I am sick?" Sukuna complains before reaching over and pulling the blanket higher up Yuuji's chest. The boy mumbles out a thank you, but the elder ignores him.

"You whine too much, act like you are dying. Yuuji isn't being dramatic, huh Yuuji?" The boy nods, gripping your arm and rubbing his face into your hand.

"No," he mumbles, "Not being dramatic!" He lets out a loud whine, and Sukuna already knows what's coming. "Feel so bad. Hurts!"

The boy seems to curl around your arm, and Sukuna sighs. "Yeah. Not dramatic at all." The kid sounds exactly like Sukuna when he is sick. Just minutes before, he proclaimed to Sukuna that he wanted to play again, even if he was still immensely ill. He just wanted attention, and it was obvious to everyone but you.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Yuuji. I brought you some medicine that will make you feel better." The boy's face drops at the word, and he hesitantly lets go of your arm. Sukuna barks a laugh at Yuuji's now twisted face.

The toddler shakes his head gently, too tired to show his real disapproval. "N-No! No medicine!" It always tasted horrible to the toddler, and he knows that if he whines enough, he may be able to get his way.

Sukuna sighs, holding out his hand to you, and you drop the bottle into it. Then, he pours a copious amount of the pink strawberry-flavored liquid, made specifically for children, into the small measuring cup.

Yuuji starts to scoot backward on the bed, trying to create some distance between the two. The elder does not let him go far – he grabs Yuuji's hand and places the small cup into it. "Now drink it, or I'm forcing it down your throat."

The boy gulps, glancing at you, who gives him an encouraging nod. Then he places it to his lips but pauses. "Go on," Sukuna demands.

"I want a treat after!"

Sukunas barks a malicious laugh, and you raise your eyebrows at the boy. You have never heard him try to negotiate before. "Bullshit. Your "treat" is not to be stuck in bed, weakling."

You narrow your eyes at him when you hear the curse word, but Sukuna shrugs it off. Yuuji, on the other hand, eyes widen, and he shakes his head. "Bad word!" He then turns to you in confirmation, pointing at his brother. "He said a bad word!"

You nod your head at him, trying to hide a smile. You were glad that your lessons of not saying curse words stuck with the boy, even with his brother's foul mouth. "Yes, he did. Sukuna, now you definitely owe him a treat afterward."

Sukuna glares at you, but you are used to it, so you instead just flash him a grin. You have told him a multitude of times how you feel about him saying curse words in front of the kid. You didn't want him to grow up so similarly to Sukuna; as much as you love the man, his dirty mouth is not something you hope Yuuji will inherit.

Sukuna turns his attention back to his brother. "You little–"

"Please, Kuna?" Yuuji pleads, letting out another cough that makes him nervous. He rubs at his temple.

"Fine. Whatever. Just drink it, you manipulative brat." Yuujis eyes lighten up, and he brings the artificially smelling liquid to his mouth, cringing but drinking the entire thing. When he pulls away, his face is contorted in disgust, and he looks toward you. You run your fingers through his hair and praise the small boy, grabbing the small cup from his hands.

Sukuna curtly nods his head. "Good. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, brat, but we are out of chocolate. No treat for you," He fake pouts at the boy, but Yuuji, in turn, just shakes his head with a small smile.

"Not what I want."

Sukuna raises his eyebrow, thinking for a second, before sighing. "We are out of popsicles too."

"Not that either!" Yuuji shakes his head with this one, and you cock your head to the side in confusion.

Sukuna borderline growls at the boy. "We are not watching Human Earthworm 2. Last time you nearly pissed yourself from how afraid you were." You laugh at the memory, remembering how much Yuuji pleaded to watch it for days, only to have it be turned off twenty minutes into the movie. The poor boy would make Sukuna walk him to the bathroom at night because he was so afraid of being alone in the dark.

Yuuji pouts at him, and another small cough it let out. You grab him some more water, and the boy mumbles a thank you before turning back to his brother. "I wasn't scared! And no, not that either!"

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to lose his temper. "What do you want then?"

The smile on Yuuji's face returns, even with the pinkened cheeks and the little bits of sweat on his temples. "Want Kuna to cuddle me!"

Your eyes widen, and you can't stop the laugh that leaves your mouth. Sukuna, on the other hand, goes silent for a long moment. "Not happening. Pick something else."

Yuuji whines out, shaking his head stubbornly. "Nooooo. You said I get a treat!"

"You are going to get me sick."

The boy sniffles at him, shaking his head. "Th-Thought brother was the strongest…"

This makes you grin, knowing your lover's ego well. And just like you thought, Sukuna lets out a dramatically large sigh. "Fucking–Fine. Whatever. Scoot over." You and Yuuji both let the curse word slide, being shocked at him actually agreeing.

Yuuji slides over, and Sukuna forces his way under the blankets beside the boy. You sit and watch as Yuuji basically scampers up Sukuna's chest until his head is placed in the elder's neck and his entire body is on top of the man. "Okay, really?" Sukuna grumbles, and you chuckle at him. "Are you some sort of spider monkey now?"

The boy hums in agreement, pressing himself impossibly closer to his brother. You take this time to stand up from the bed, having no room to fit you both. Sukuna watches you begin to leave and frowns at you. "Where are you going?"

This was a perfect time to give them some bonding time. So you shrug, "I'll be right back."

"You better be," Sukuna grumbles and Yuuji coincidentally sneezes into his neck. The man's whole body jerks, and he cringes. "Hey! None of that, that's disgusting!"

Yuuji whimpers, wrapping his arms tighter around his brother as if he was afraid to leave. Then he whispers an apology, and Sukuna rolls his eyes again.

You grab the door to the handle and step outside. "Well, have fun you two. Yuuji, feel better!"

Yuujis cranes his neck to look at you and waves back to you with a small smile, content in his position. Sukuna, on the other hand, glares at you. "Dont you dare leave me here with this brat."

You huff a laugh, ignoring him and already planning what movie you will watch by yourself. "Love you!"

"Hey!" He yells when you shut the door on him.

And, of course, luck is not always on Sukuna's side. When you come to check on them two hours later, you find them both passed out – Yuuji practically smothers Sukuna with his tiny body, drooling on the elder's face. You leave them like that, not thinking much of it.

But three days go by, and somehow Sukuna finds himself stuck in bed with a fever. He never dared to mention that Yuuji probably got him sick, his pride getting the better of him.

You and the kid walk into your shared bedroom, Yuuji with a massive smile, finally feeling better, and you with a content grin. Sukuna slowly peers over to the door and groans out loud and dramatic.

"Dont worry, Kuna! Dr. Yuuji is here to take care of you!" He cheers, grabbing his toy stethoscope and shuffling over to the bed. He manages to climb onto the bed with his brother without much trouble, and you follow him, sitting on the bed next to your lover. Like you did with Yuuji, you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.

Sukuna peers at you, eyes slightly lighting up and a familiar grin pulling at his face. You already know something inappropriate is about to leave his mouth.

"I would feel so much better if you were in a nurse costume right now." But before you could try to reply, Yuuji shuts him up by shoving a toy thermometer into his mouth.

#mello.writes #big brother au #sukuna x reader #kid yuuji #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #yuuji fluff #yuuji tadori fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #reader insert #x reader #gn reader #gn! reader

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demovamp · 2 months

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breeding jjk men (ft. satoru, nanami, choso, & sukuna)

cws – gn!amab!reader, breeding kink, ftm!characters, mentions of pregnancy/belly swelling, sukuna lactates, nanami & choso might be ooc, written at 2am, not proofread, lowercase intended

SATORU GOJO :

with satoru, it's a slip of tongue. it could've come from either of you, but in the high of pleasure, all you two cared about was the fact that the word “breed” had made it's way into the air. so, you did what any reasonable person would do;

you grabbed satoru's hips and lifted them off the bed, pushing your dick further into him. your dick plunged into him at a fast, desperate pace. satoru kept his legs spread as best he could for you. his moans and pleas were loud and desperate.

“please, [name]! oh, fuck! right there! fuck me full! don't stop! i want to be fucking leaking your cum… breed me, please. make me a dad, [name].”

and who are you to deny your pretty sorcerer what he wants?

NANAMI KENTO :

nanami is a different story. he doesn't even know he likes the idea of being bred until it slips out of his mouth. he's so composed and together in the beginning, but, fuck him long enough, and he starts telling you all his fantasies. it started with you pulling his hair, then choking him with his tie, then fucking him on his car… bredding, though, is unexpected.

“[name], [name]... i can't - hah… i need more. i need you to cum in me. make me a dad, get me pregnant.”

your hips abruptly stop, dick still buried in his warm hole. you lean over your lover, touching his cheek. “you want a baby?” you whisper. nanami only nods. the look in his eyes show he's still hazy with pleasure, but coherent enough to make such a demand.

it doesnt take long before you're pounding imto him again, condom discarded somewhere. despite the rough pace, you're holding nanami's hands and kissing him repeatedly. “you're taking me so well, love. fucking made for me. you're gonna be an amazing dad. promise.”

CHOSO KAMO :

choso is shy about it. he brought it up because he wanted to experiment from a story he read. he surprises you by laying in bed, naked with his legs spread, pussy on display. a shakily written ‘breed’ and an arrow pointing between his legs were on his stomach. the sight made you chuckle. “you're adorable, cho.” you whisper, kissing him sweetly as you prep him with your fingers. it's only a few minutes later until choso is falling apart on your dick.

“mmph! ah, ah, ah… i… so fast… oh my – ah! [name], [name]... i'm – so good. i like it. i love it. i love you. i love you, i love you…” his confession only spurs you on, thrusting into him rapidly. “i love you, too.” you murmur, wandering kisses landing on his skin gently.

SUKUNA RYOMEN :

sukuna… is a stubborn bastard. no matter what position he's in, he's making demands. he likes just about anything during sex and he'll make it known. this time is different. you found out a secret of his – sukuna lactates. it was an accident, really. you grabbed at his pecs and gave a little squeeze. milk spurted out from his nipple and landed on his chest.

sukuna wasn't embarrassed. more so, pissed off. he was about to say something when you squeezed again, watching more milk dribble out from his nipple. a small whine escaped his mouth at the sensitivity.

no words were said as you resumed your movements, fingers playing with his nipples, watching more and more milk come out.

“awh… look at you. a needy whore spilling all this milk. such a shame it's going to waste…” you coo at him, slowly brushing your thumb over his leaking nipple. “maybe i should get you pregnant. stuff you full, watch your belly swell with my kids…” you smirked at sukuna, watching him break under you with every thrust. “you'd like that, wouldn't you?” he hissed, attempting to give you a look of hatred. problem is, sukuna's eyes always betray him during sex. his usual pissed off expression is contradicted by the haze in his eyes and the redness of his face.

“well? go on then.” he muttered afyer a few moments of silence. his legs spread slightly more, letting your dick push deeper into him. "if you insist."

#— castiel writes #sub jjk #sub sukuna #sub gojo #sub nanami #sub choso #jjk smut #dom male reader #dom gn reader #amab reader #trans fem reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader #tw: breeding #not sfw

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huboi · 28 days

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﹒⪩🕹️⪨﹐I WANNA RIDE﹐♡

╰┈➤ summary; how they react when you ride them

╰┈➤ includes; gn! afab reader, switch! reader, switch! characters, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, spanking, choking, hair pulling, p in v — jjk (gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro), aot — (eren jeager, armin arlert, jean krischtien, connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard, levi ackerman, erwin smith), genshin impact — (kaeya alberich, diluc ragnivnder, zhongli, xiao, thoma, cyno, tighnari)

╰┈➤ a/n; minors dni! this is 18+ content

THE WHIMPERERS

when you ride him, 9/10 you have to take charge despite him starting off as the dom, as he just becomes too pussy drunk to really think of anything other than your pussy squeezing his cock. you have to shut him up a lot too, as he’s too damn loud, you usually do this via making out with him, your hands against his shoulders to help move yourself up and down.

(jjk) — gojo satoru, CHOSO KAMO (aot) — armin arlert, REINER BRAUN (genshin) — XIAO, THOMA

THE GROANERS

when you ride him, he’ll let you think you’re in charge for the first few minutes, but as soon as he wants to go harder and faster, this man will grab your hips and just pound into you from behind, watching as your ass jiggles against his thighs.

this man will be groaning through the entire thing too, right into your ear to be an ass about it, as he knows that just gets you even more riled up than before, he will spank your ass in this position too, so once you’re finished you won’t be able to sit for a good week or two

(jjk) — KENTO NANAMI, sukuna ryomen, TOJI FUSHIGURO (aot) — jean krischtien, connie springer, ERWIN SMITH (genshin) — ZHONGLI

THE MOANERS

this man fucking moans, low key moans more than you do in this position. wanna be a menace and make him moan more? pull his hair, pull his fucking hair, he can take it like the slut he is

if you spit in his mouth, that just gets him even more riled up, yes this motherfucker is kinky as shit. likes the feeling of your chest pressed against his, also enjoys the intimacy of seeing your facial expressions whilst you use him like a dildo

and that’s why you love him so much <3

(jjk) — geto suguru (aot) — EREN JEAGER, levi ackerman (genshin) — KAEYA ALBERICH, diluc ragnivnder, cyno, TIGHNARI

I DON’T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO THE PEOPLE THAT MADE THE SHOW/GAME THEY’RE FROM

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emmyrosee · 3 months

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I DONT WANT TO HEAR A PEEP-

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“‘Kuna?”

“Go away.”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“I barely tolerate you as a human, you want me to tolerate you as a literal pesk?”

You jaw drops as Sukuna continues to play his game, thumbs tapping expertly on the controller as the violence breaks out on screen. He’s propped on his pillows while you’re curled into his side, the heat from his body sticky and warm as you use his chest as a pillow to thumb through your phone.

Only slightly hurt now that he’s mentioned he wouldn’t like you still.

“I bet yuuji would still like me,” you grumble.

“To be frank, I don’t really care what yuuji does.”

If he didn’t want you to see the way his jaw ticked at the mention of his brother, he did a poor job of it.

You notice it. And of course, you smirk as you sit up to prod him more.

“I bet he’d pick me up in a little leaf, carry me home and put me in a little tank,” you begin. “I bet he’d hand feed me fruit to my little mouth and make me such a happy worm.”

“Well then why don’t you go fuckin’ date yuuji then?” He snarls, motioning at the door. “Since he’d just love you so much.”

“I don’t want to date yuuji,” you pout back. “I want to date you. I love you. Even if you don’t love me-“

“For fucks sake-“ he pauses his game and, before you can ask, he flips you onto your back, straddling you and gripping your shoulders. He shakes you, and you squeal as he does.

“Yes, I’d still like you. Yes, I’d build you a stupid little cage. Yes I’d charge people to come look at you. Yes I’d feed you fruit, and yes I’d pet you every day. Yes. Yes. A million times yes, fucking let me play in peace.” With each few words, he pulls your shoulders up before slamming them back down into the bed, the springs bouncing you back into his hands.

“‘Kuna!” You giggle, your arms bending at the elbow to make minimal distance between you and your man, and despite the annoyance he wishes to convey, there’s a cheesy smile on his face, brows furrowed in focus and chest heaving from his speech and the act of bouncing you so intensely. He stops with a sigh, sitting up straight and smoothing his hair back.

“You’re such a fuckin’ nuisance,” he insults.

You smile and sit up to meet his face, cupping it in your hands to guide him into a kiss. He scoffs before ultimately leaning down to comply.

“Im your nuisance,” you mewl, giggling against his lips.

“Sadly.”

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cursingtoji · 5 months

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inspired by this gorgeous fanart

“mm good morning” you smile greeting choso, even before you open your eyes.

his long hair tickles your chest as he leaves sweet kisses on your neck. you extend your arms to hug his shoulders to which he hisses.

“sorry, angel, but your acrylics were particularly sharp last night” he apologizes by giving your cheek a long wet kiss as you move his hair to the side and try to look over his shoulder to see the damage you caused on his back.

“cho~” you whine sadly, not realizing how deep you went until you saw the dark red marks on his pale skin, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“i liked it” he whispers, “but it’ll sting for a little while.”

“how can i make it up to you?” you wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer.

“by joining me in the shower” he pecks your lips, chocolate eyes lovely gazing at you with some black eyeliner smeared underneath.

“let’s go then” you kiss him back taking your time to lightly suck his bottom lip.

“actually” he sits up with you on his lap, “gotta make yuuji breakfast first, so… afterwards?” he asks insecure if you’re willing to stay that long.

and how can you say no when he looks at you like that?

choso gives you a clean boxer and one of his black worn out band shirts before you use his bathroom to remove the remaining of your makeup and brush your teeth.

when you go down stairs choso is scrambling some eggs with nothing but grey sweats on, you shouldn’t tease yourself by approaching him… but he looks so sexy by the stove like that, messy hair down from the usual buns, scratch marks on his back and clearly no underwear.

choso says your name in a warning tone when you kiss the space between his shoulder blades, a sneaky hand goes to his front, feeling his abdomen contract under your palm.

“i know…” you retract your hand before things escalate and yuuji catches you in a compromising situation… again.

last time yuuji wasn’t even supposed to be home, so you two took the liberty of fucking on the couch and almost breaking a limb when the pink haired boy arrived from the party that ended up sooner than expected covering his eyes and shouting apologies while choso cussed him and you tried to calm him down and cover your chest at the same time.

well at least it was a funny story to tell your friends the next day.

choso calls for yuuji before turning off the stove and adjusting his pants. you put some coffee for the two of you then take a seat at the table.

he’s still looking for something inside the fridge when yuuji arrives, slapping a hand on his brother’s bare back.

“oh hey, good morning” he greets you with a smile while choso softly curses in the back.

“morning yuuji” you smile back, rubbing a hand on choso’s arm as he sits down slowly next to you trying to not touch his now very sore back on the chair.

“so…” yuuji takes his plate of eggs and juice then joins you at the table, “who’s paying for my noise cancelling headphones?”

#pov sukuna is the third brother who gets off at the sound of you in the next room #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x gn reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #choso kamo

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gothicminxx · 4 months

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Satosugu x Gn reader!

CW: Mention of blood, mention of death, description of a corpse, slight angst w/ comfort, use of pet names (baby, pretty, angel), poly relationship Satosugu x reader.

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Summary: Your two boyfriends comforting you after a nightmare, all around pure fluff

The sky burned hues of angry red and a deadly orange, the smell of death prominent in the air that it made you clasp a hand over your mouth. It stung your lungs and made your eyes tear at the harshness of the stench. The trekk back to safety felt far, like the destination itself was unattainable or perhaps it didn’t exist. The feeling of your legs burning and your muscles aching made the journey that much more unbearable.

Everywhere you looked there were corpses of people you didn’t recognize followed by thick grey clouds of smoke. Your body felt sticky with your blood, tears, and sweat— everything hurt, a pain so agonizing it made you want to shrivel up and die. When did things turn out this way? It seemed as though memories of blue skies and the warmth of the sun were long gone. Instead it was replaced with the ugliest shade of red and reeking scent of death.

You took sharp inhales of breath that pierced your lungs, you felt this time around you were truly going to die alone. It was silent in the city besides the crackling of fires in the distance, as if you were the last person standing.

That was until you saw him. The tuffs of pink hair and tattoo markings along his flesh as he sat high and mighty on his throne. A malicious smirk lay proudly on his lips as if he had conquered the world and cleansed the Earth of those he deemed unworthy of life. The king of all curses, Sukuna Ryomen, looked back at you with fiery red eyes. Your lips trembled as if you had finally found your demise, but it seemed like a blessing rather than a punishment.

The piles of corpses that lay beneath his throne; two stuck out the most. The first being long raven hair with a disheveled bun, thick crusts of dried blood in the strands, the lifeless face of Suguru Geto stared back at you. Next to him was pearly white hair that was stained with red, rosy lips dripping with crimson liquid. Cerulean eyes had now turned pale and utterly unrecognizable, the great Satoru Gojo was dead.

Falling to your knees as their corpses lay mangled before you, shattered you in the worst way. A crippling scream left your lungs that it felt as though your throat had ripped in two. Fat tears fell from your eyes and stung the open cuts on your face, during your moment of mourning you could hear Sukuna’s mocking laughter. Satisfied at the agony you felt as the two most important people in your life now lay dead.

You hugged yourself tightly as you continued to scream loudly, not remotely concerned about the rippling pain in your throat. Why couldn’t have you been strong enough to protect them? Why weren’t you fast enough?

Why? Why? Why?

“Name?”

The angry red sky and Sukuna’s face diminished from your view as you jolted up in bed. Sweat dripped from your forehead as hair stuck to the wet flesh, your oversized shirt clung to your body. Eyes darted around the room, moonlight streamed in through a sliver of the curtain. It was dark, making it almost impossible to focus besides the loud beating in your chest that felt as though you were on the verge of a heart attack.

“Name?” There it was, that deep voice coaxed with sleep and concern that made you snap out of it, your wide eyes turning to your left. Suguru stared at his lover, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing tightly. The sounds of your screams and frantic moving in bed had jolted the raven haired man from his slumber.

Clutching your chest as your lips quivered, “Su-Suguru?” You croaked out as a small sob emitted past your lips.

That was enough to shatter his heart in two, hearing your voice so small and broken made him want to cry. Suguru was quick to wrap you tightly in his arms, kissing the top of your head. He tried his best to not wake Satoru next to him, of course his efforts would be in vain. Especially when it comes to you. The six eyes could sleep through a bomb but when it came to you it’s as if his body knew.

Satoru rubbed sleep from his eyes to adjust to the dark room, hearing soft sobs as he turned his attention towards Suguru. His heart sank immediately as he witnessed his lover hold you tightly, you, his whole world, clutching desperately onto Suguru’s shirt like your life depended on it.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru asked as he immediately shot up, quick to be close to Suguru’s side as his giant hand cupped the back of your head. The two men shared panicked looks as they held onto you tightly, listening to every sob that left your lips.

You couldn’t muster a word if you tried, the only thing you could manage were their names in wails. It hurt like hell to see you in such a state and the best they could do was squeeze you in reassurance. The two strongest sorcerers were utterly weak when it came to you, that even a mere scratch on your pretty skin made them anxious. It simply couldn’t be helped— they loved you too much.

Suguru shrugged as he looked at Saturo, a deep frown etched on his lips. The worry was evident on his face the more he felt you shake in his arms, “‘s okay, we’re here baby, we’re right here.” Suguru whispered, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

Satoru laid his head on Suguru’s shoulder as he ran his fingers through your hair, trying his best to soothe you with his touch. Sometimes he wished there was a technique to get rid of the suffering within your heart, to take away the pain you felt or whatever made you cry. If he was the strongest, why couldn’t a technique like that exist? It didn’t seem fair to him.

As moments passed and their soothing touches never faltered, your sobs began to quiet down allowing you to find your voice, “I saw your dead bodies…” You croaked out, a small whimper escaping your lips, “Sukuna, h-he, I-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence, shaking your head as another sob threatened its way out of your lungs.

The two men shared knowing looks, since being faced with the king of curses just shy of two months ago, it was something deeply engraved in their minds. The lives of innocents lost and nearly dying themselves, it often haunted their dreams. You as of lately hadn’t been able to sleep much, you could still hear the screams of the humans, the smell of death around you. It was a stench unlike any other, not even the smell of a curse could match that.

A day where Satoru felt as though he had lost everything, Suguru laying in the asphalt covered in blood and barely gasping a breath of air. You barely clinging onto the oxygen the trees provided, chest barely heaving up and down— slowly dying. It was an event that altered your brains and made sleep hell.

Recently Satoru had found a way to evade the dreams, sending himself into a spiral of a sugar high that made him crash intensely. While Suguru drowned himself in sleepy time tea because it made him dream of anything but that. But you rarely manage the nightmares anymore, rarely sleeping, or finding the excuse to nap during the day with your lovers on the couch.

“Oh angel, we’re here. We’ll never leave you, I promise.” Satoru pressed his nose in your hair, inhaling the soft aroma that belonged to you. His voice held an edge to it, one where he himself was reassuring his mind that he’d protect you and Suguru with his life. That he guaranteed.

Suguru pressed a kiss to your temple, gently lifting you from his chest and placing you in Satoru’s lap, “I’ll go make some tea.” He murmured, standing from the huge bed and heading toward the kitchen. He’d do anything to comfort you, to make you warm and whole once more. It was also an excuse to let his tears fall from his eyes, Suguru didn’t want to cry in front of you, no, he needed to be strong when you needed him. He couldn’t help it, the way your lips trembled and your tears streaked down your face, it hurt his heart to see you so afraid of losing them. He understood that fear too well, facing Sukuna and his limits being tested— feeling so useless once he used up the last bit of cursed energy that he couldn’t protect you or Saturo broke him mentally.

You laid your head against Satoru’s chest, fisting his shirt tightly in your hands, and you were wrinkling the fabric. But he didn’t care, holding you tightly against him that you could hear the gentle thumping of his heart. He cupped your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. Satoru gently rocked your bodies to and fro, trying his best to soothe his lover— as your cries died down and all that remained of your tears were the salty stains they left behind, he knew he was doing good. “Hey there, pretty baby.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Hi.” You managed, voice hoarse from how dry your sobs made your throat, “‘Toru please don’t ever go.”

A pang could be felt in the six eyes chest at your soft and defeated voice, he loved you so much it hurt. “Never, I’m the strongest… remember?” Satoru winked down at you, chuckling in hopes to lighten the mood— to hide the fear he felt of one day failing to protect you, but that’s not possible; he hopes.

But somehow you manage a weak smile and nod, he was Satoru Gojo, your dumb and cocky boyfriend that always protected you from the bad guys, how could you not trust him? When it came down to it, even during the battle with Sukuna, you had put your trust in both Satoru and Suguru. The two men made a vow amongst each other and with you, that they would do anything and everything to protect those they loved. Neither had failed yet in keeping that promise it was near and dear to their hearts.

Satoru gazed ahead to the sheer cream colored curtains that swayed in the breeze, the moonlight made its way inside a small crack— bright and welcoming as it gently caressed your cheek. A small twinkle evident in your eyes as you looked up at him with sheer admiration, it made his heart swell. Taking your hand in his he intertwined your fingers together, bringing the back to his lips to press a kiss there, nuzzling his cheek against it.

He wasn’t the type that liked to admit just how much he worried about you and Suguru. That when either of you cried or felt a negative emotion that his heart would feel tight and the air unbearable to breathe. He’d do anything to keep those beautiful smiles on your faces, anything to rid the evil of the world just for you and Suguru. “I love you, name. Nothing in this world will ever take us away from you.” And he meant every word.

The six eyed sorcerer leaned down, tilting your chin up to meet him in the middle, and you swore you inhaled a deep breath at the sight of cerulean eyes glittering in the moonlight. His soft lips came in contact with yours washing away the fears and worries— images of his dead corpse fading into nothingness. He tasted like cherry chapstick and vanilla cake as he swiped his tongue in your mouth. An earlier dessert he had after dinner to focus on “grading assignments”, but it truly was just a greedy indulgence.

The kiss was passionate and slow, Satoru wanting you to feel every emotion he felt in just one kiss, to truly remind you that you had his heart forever. You pulled away, placing your forehead against his, “I love you too.”

A small hum came from the doorway, Suguru stood with a tray of ceramic cups filled with sleepy time tea. He hoped that it would subside the night terrors for you as it did him, a smile of adoration etched itself on his lips as he saw his two lovers nestled up together. He walked inside your guys’ bedroom and placed the tray on the nightstand. You sat up straight and moved over to Suguru’s lap the moment he sat down in bed. Burying your face in the crook of his neck and inhaling the light smell of jasmine and cedar wood. Suguru immediately wrapped his arms around you and let out a sigh of content, “Feeling better?” He asked.

“Mhmm, sorry for worrying you.” You murmured.

“Don’t apologize angel, I'm just glad you feel better.” Suguru whispered.

The raven haired man handed you the ceramic mug, watching as you blew on the hot liquid to take a drink. He took the opportunity to move your hair from your face, and mentally thanked Satoru for comforting you. The white haired man smiled fondly, scooting into your side to sandwich you in between them.

As honey danced on your tongue from the warm beverage, you couldn’t help but steal a kiss from Suguru’s lips as a thank you for the tea. His hand cupping the back of your head to deepen it, lapping his soft tongue with yours, “I want a kiss too.” Satoru whined, giggling as the two of you pulled away and peppered his face with kisses.

Your night terror became a distant memory, the fear you felt for the king of curses now seemed so minuscule as you pressed against Satoru’s chest and wrapped in Suguru’s arms. Your two strong sorcerer’s that would do anything to keep you safe. Their warm embrace lulling you to a comforting dreamless sleep.

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broshot · 10 months

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Ooo can you also do Nanami and Sukuna for the near death reader? Loved the ones for Megumi and Gojo!

a/n: hello!! of course I can do that♡ thank you for the request! I'm just a hater when it comes to sukuna so I'll be making him the most ooc there is! (I've never really written stuff for these two so I hope they're not too bad) also I'm so so so sorry for writing this so late, I've had a big writing block recently so this isn't my best writing but I just needed to post this for you all

here's the one with megumi and gojo!

cw/tw: gn!reader, hurt w comfort (angst to fluff), hurt reader, mentions of death + blood, confession in sukuna's part, probs a bit (or very) ooc,

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nanami kento

he wasn't a person who talked about his feelings, and he definitely didn't show them. he was polite and professional, not so polite when he was fighting but that didn't matter. he always had the same blank and bored expression on his face, sometimes it turned into annoyed and angry but he never smiled or looked sad.

until he met you. he fell in love with you instantly, though he tried to convince himself that he definitely wasn't in love. he wanted to share his life with you, both his good and bad days.

you made him smile and laugh, you made him happy. he swears the day he confessed to you was his luckiest and happiest day and he never ever wanted to lose you. he swore he would protect you.

but his promise didn't seem very true anymore. you were sitting against a wall with your head in an uncomfortable position. he rushed over to you and tried to wake you up as you seemed to just be unconscious, probably fainted and nothing worse.

"can you hear me, sweetheart?" he asked, softly lifting your chin up. that's when he noticed the deep cut on your neck. it was bleeding a lot, how did he not notice all the blood before?

"wake up," he said, feeling the panic rush up faster and faster. you need to stay calm, he thought to himself but it wasn't really working.

his hands seemed to work on their own as he softly pressed a piece of cloth onto your wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"what's up? I'm in a tight spot right now." he heard gojo's unusually serious voice on the other side of the phone. when had he called gojo?

"uh, I need help. (name)'s bleeding a lot. could you send someone over?" he couldn't recognize his own voice, it sounded distant and a bit too high to be his.

"I'll be over in a second," was all he heard gojo say before a familiar frame arrived right next to him.

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you opened your eyes and quickly tried to get up. the fight was all you had in mind, you couldn't waste even a second, you had to be there.

but you were stopped by a huge wave of pain all over your body. your head was hurting and so was your neck, and you were suddenly aware of how sore all of your muscles were. you were laying in a bed, probably in a hospital somewhere. before you could even think about what happened yesterday that got you in this position, you noticed nanami sleeping on the chair next to you.

"honey?" you whispered and to your surprise, he immediately wake up.

"sweetheart. you're alive." he breathed out before rushing over to you. he pulled you close to his chest, softly wrapping his arms around your body.

"yeah, I was-" you started but a sound stopped your words. you heard a quiet sob from him. he was crying.

"I thought I lost you," he sobbed, his voice wobbly and weak.

you didn't say anything. you just hugged him back.

"I don't ever want to lose you, love, never," he continued. "if you die I'll never love anyone again. please don't leave me like that."

"I'll do my best to stay alive for you," you whispered. "I love you.

"I love you too. I'll make sure you're protected next time."

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sukuna

the king of curses shouldn't fear anything, right?

so why was he shaking from fear right now?

"I'm not scared, I'm just angry," he repeated for the nth time in his head. he could never be scared, really. but still, being scared was the only thing that felt acceptable for him right now. he was scared he'd lose you, the love of his life, all because he wasn't careful.

he had been practicing to control his cursed energy in different ways and had accidentally hit you with a huge energy boost. it didn't fully hit you, but it made a deep cut on the right side of your neck. and you were bleeding. you were bleeding a lot.

he stood next to you as you laid on the ground. he couldn't fully process what was happening, but soon enough his knees gave up and he fell down next to you.

curses are able to cry.

he had never cried before this, he never had any reasons to cry before this. but he was fully sobbing while looking down at your body. he could almost see the life bleeding out of you and he couldn't do anything about it.

then he remembered a thing or two.

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you felt a stinging pain on your neck as you woke up. you groaned and tried to sit up, but you were quickly stopped by a pair of hands.

"sukuna?"

"(name), you're alive," you heard him say.

"yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you asked. he stayed quiet. "sukuna.. what happened?"

he sighed before explaining the situation fully. "I'm really sorry for that, I swear I didn't try to hit you and I didn't do it on purpose, I feel really bad about it and to think that I almost killed the only person I truly love, I'm such a disappointment," he rambled.

you were speechless. the fact that he almost killed you was shocking enough but on top of that he also loved you.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what took over me. I was just.. thinking out loud and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-" he kept rambling but you cut him off by placing your hand on his cheek. he looked up at you, clearly surprised by your action.

"relax, you didn't make me uncomfortable. and I forgive you for, you know, almost killing me. and I love you too."

"wait what? you.. do you really?" he asked, clearly not believing his ears.

"more than anything."

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this is WAY worse than the last one omg I'm so sorry AAAAAAAA anyways, recommend characters you want me to do this with (if you want to see more characters w this prompt)

you can also recommend other stuff for me to write! :D

masterlist is on my profile but I haven't updated it in a while

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #nanami imagine #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento angst #ryomen sukuna fluff #sukuna angst #sukuna fluff #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami jjk #nanami x y/n #gn!reader #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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highdefhoetry · 6 months

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jjk men when they find out you're ticklish

disclaimer: although this is mostly fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not like, do not reblog, do not follow.

Gojo

Gojo is playfully sadistic, and you discover that the hard way. He finds out how ticklish you are very quickly; he’s handsy, and painfully observant. You try to stifle your laughter and keep your body still every time his large hands roam around your waist, but nothing gets past his Six Eyes. He sees how hard it is for you to hold back your reaction, how much your body trembles when he caresses you gently. It’s not long before he starts tickling you for real, cherishing the sound of your wild giggling.

Now that he knows you’re ticklish, it’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you. Your stomach seems to be his favorite spot, but he’ll get you anywhere if he has access to it. He uses his size and strength to his advantage, often pinning you down so tight you can barely move. When he’s got you trapped, he grins down at you with that feral smile of his, one that sends icy shivers down your spine. He loves watching you try struggling to break free, knowing it’s futile, knowing you have no way to escape what’s coming until he’s satisfied and lets you go. Then, after a few long moments of anticipation, he starts tickling every inch of your body, poking and prodding into your sensitive skin as he searches for your worst spots. And when he finds them, he teases you endlessly.

“This is where you’re weak, right?”

“You cryin’? Can’t take it? That’s too bad. I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He gets so excited, grins like a madman as he watches you giggle and squirm beneath him. And when he finds out you actually like it? It’s all over. He teases you whenever he can, just to see you get flustered and shy, then tickles you even more.

And after seeing how much fun he has tickling the shit out of you, you start to wonder if he’s got a thing for it, too!

Geto

Geto finds out you’re ticklish pretty easily. He did it one day when you were having one of your lighthearted arguments and was amused at how easily his tickles took you down. Now, he tickles you mostly just to annoy you, but also because he thinks it’s cute how sensitive you are. He seems to focus more on your sides and underarms, since those are easiest for him to grab on a whim. He’s a fan of interrogation, often tickling you until you agree to do or say what he says.

“Give up yet? I’m not stopping until you do!”

“Beg all you want, I’m gonna keep tickling you if you don’t do what I say!”

He laughs along with you, soaking up your sweet laughter and bubbly smile. He’s usually more playful than mean, letting up when you admit defeat or agree to his demands, but sometimes he has a cruel streak. One time, he tickles you until you have tears in your eyes and can barely breathe. His big hands roam up and down your body, tickling your helpless body as you shriek and squeal. Even when you say uncle, he keeps going while laughing along with you. When he finally lets up, it takes you a few minutes to catch your breath. He feels a little guilty for tiring you out, so he gives you plenty of hugs afterward and apologizes for going too far.

But when he finds out that you actually like being tickled, he just smiles and laughs a little to himself.

“Really? No wonder you always antagonize me. I guess I’ll just have to tickle you more, then.”

And he does! He might not be as into it as you are, but he loves doing it anyway. Especially because that means he gets to see your beautiful smile.

Choso

Choso finds out that you’re ticklish by complete accident. And when he does, he plays it cool. He acts like he didn’t notice the way your body quivered when he touched your waist, or the quiet, squeaky noises you made when his hand ran down your side. He raises a brow, smirks softly as he watches you shiver from his touch, but he doesn’t comment on it right away. He waits for the right moment to get you, and when you’re least expecting it, he takes you by complete surprise.

He straddles your waist because that gives him access to most of your body, and he knows you’re not strong enough to fight him off. He keeps a neutral face for the most part, but you see a small smirk creep across your face as you start to laugh preemptively. He’s the type to comment on all your reactions, not realizing how much his words are flustering you until your laughter increases in pitch.

“Woah, you’re already laughing before I even touch you? You must be really ticklish."

He has a lot of experience tickling other people, being a big brother and all. He knows which spots are the worst, and exploits them as much as he can. But he also finds your secret hidden spots, like the back of your neck and that crease between your thighs and hips. It tickles so bad you almost lose your mind.

“You laugh so hard when I tickle you here, this must be a bad spot for you."

And as he explores you more, he starts making guesses as to which spots are the worst.

“I just know you’re ticklish, riiiight… here.”

Then, when he's discovered all of your sensitive areas, he'll tickle you all over, giving plenty of attention to each little spot that makes you scream.

He’s mean in his own way, but he knows when to stop and give you breaks. After you’re done playing, he makes sure you drink water and gives you lots of cuddles. But of course, he'll sneak in a few tickles too, when you're least expecting.

He's pretty nonchalant when he finds out you like being tickled. He shrugs and gives you a half-smile, responding in his typical neutral tone.

"Tickling, huh? I should've known. That's pretty cute, though. Now c'mere..."

Nanami

Nanami loves punishment tickles, much to your surprise. You didn’t think a man as serious as him would be into something most people consider childish and juvenile. You thought wrong.

Nanami was stern and tolerated no nonsense. You couldn’t resist messing with him and were constantly trying to get him to crack a smile or show any kind of emotion. You try tickling him at one point, gently poke his sides to see how he’ll react. His expression is unfaltering; it’s like you’re jabbing a rock. You give up, but find other ways to get on his nerves.

After acting like a brat all day without consequences, you’re taken aback when he suddenly grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. Fear strikes through your heart, and you wonder what he’s planning to do. Then, he digs his fingers into your ribs, tickling you there until you scream. It comes as a complete shock, and since you didn’t see it coming, you find it impossible to control your reactions. He’s quite rough, opting for harder tickles instead of soft teasing ones, holding you firmly in place while you thrash around madly. He’s not messing around anymore; he wants to see you suffer. He keeps his expression hidden behind thick goggles and watches you writhe under his hands without a hint of a smile on his face, barely saying a word while he tickles you mercilessly.

“This is what you get. You just don't listen."

You try begging, bargaining, saying anything to get him to stop, but he keeps tickling you until you’re completely out of breath and worn out from all the struggling.

“Are you ready to be good?” he asks as he grabs your chin, yanking it upwards after he finally stops. “Or are you gonna keep being a brat?”

Even if you say yes and promise to listen, he still tickles you more to show he means business. Then he pats your head and cups your cheek, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. He may be strict, but he does cares for you.

Tickling becomes his go-to method when he wants you to behave. You pretend to hate it, but he can tell how much you love it. You wouldn’t keep bratting him so much otherwise.

Toji

Toji is a true sadist. He usually prefers harder play, but when he finds out how ticklish you are and how much it makes you cry and beg, he bares his teeth in a wicked grin and makes a habit out of tickling you incessantly. He becomes addicted to your suffering, often tickling you to the point of tears. And when he’s in this kind of mood, he won’t stop even if you threaten to piss yourself. He’ll mock you, parroting back your pleas and futile attempts to appeal to his humanity.

“‘Stooop, it tickles!’ It’s supposed to, sweetie. Now shut your mouth and take it.”

“Oh, you’ll do anything? Beg harder and maybe I’ll show mercy.”

He never does. His hands dig into your ribs, spider up and down your sides, attack you at random so you can’t anticipate his next move. He tickles hard, to the point where you can barely form words or sentences, and seems partial to your hips and thighs. The way he squeezes them and kneads your skin makes you shriek in a high-pitched tone that could break glass.

“Cry all you want. You can’t do anything to stop me.”

He’s right. All you can do is thrash around and pray that he’ll stop soon.

You’re a complete mess when he finally lets up. You feel your tangled hair plastered with sweat against your face and forehead as you gasp desperately for air, all while he smiles down at you like a wild dog about to chew up its toy. He looms over you, and you fear that he’ll start up again, but instead he leans forward and kisses your head.

“I like seeing you this way,” he says. “We should play again another time.”

Sukuna

Sukuna is a complete monster. A tickle monster, in fact. Having four strong arms comes in handy when you’re a ler, and when he finds out you’re one of those ticklish humans who absolutely can’t stand it, he takes advantage of you every chance he gets.

The first time he tickles you is unintentional. He treats you like a pet, commanding you to sit next to him so he can caress and fondle your soft skin and supple body whenever he pleases. The tips of his long, sharp fingernails lightly graze your arms, shoulders, and neck, prompting a few spluttered giggles from you. He takes note of your reaction, strokes the same spots again, and smirks when you laugh and squirm around once more. He does this for a while longer, enjoying the stifled squeals that escape your lips and the way your body twitches with every touch.

“What’s the matter, pet?” He teases as he slides a finger down your spine. “Hold still, or I’ll make you.”

At a certain point, he can’t hold back any longer. He grabs your wrists with two hands, then pins you down with your arms stretched above your head, giving him access to your entire upper body. Your heart bangs against your chest, drumming intensely as the King of Curses stares down at you with lust and hunger. With his two free hands, he starts to slowly stroke his nails up and down your sides, never relenting or changing the pace. Up and down, up and down, up and down. You can’t move a muscle, and there’s no hope of wriggling out of his grasp, so all you can do is laugh. He starts exploring you, lightly tickling your underarms until you scream and spidering your stomach with all ten fingers. Surprisingly, he seems to like giving you lighter tickles. Probably because those drive you insane more so than harder ones.

He doesn’t let you go until he’s had his fill of your laughter. Then, he leaves you to recover on your own as he tends to other matters. It’s what you’ve come to expect.

Later on, when he finds out you’re into it, he scoffs and shakes his head.

“What, you actually enjoy this?” He throws back his head to laugh. “You are an interesting human. I think I’ll keep you around.”

#tickling #tickle kink #jjk headcanons #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami x reader #Sukuna x reader #choso x reader #jjk choso #jjk nanami #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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the-masked-ram · 20 days

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Anchored- Sukuna x GN!reader

A/N: Can't find this on my blog and I'm missing my JJK boys. So let's share so people can find it <3

CW: NSFW, pain kink, humiliation kink, derogatory names (slut and whore and insect), stepping on fetish, boot fetish, dom/sub, dark content alluded to ---

All you can focus on is the heavy pressure of the boot against the back of your neck. All you can feel is the weight of his body as he leans into it. All you can sense is the treads on the sole, and you can barely breathe from the way your trachea is crooked to hopefully stop it from being crushed completely. He’s laughing, cold and malicious. It’s dark and deep, akin to honey rolling over your skin, through your ear drums, and into your brain. You gasp and shudder, writhing under his foot, hoping for it lift and yet on the other end of the spectrum, you also hope he presses harder. “Look at you, not even good enough to wipe my boot. Nothing but a mere insect, and sadly it’s my job to decide whether to crush you or not,” Sukuna’s sneer is so sharp and viciously twisted that it sends goosebumps skittering along your skin. You whimper, “Please, sir, don’t—” He barks out a laugh and twists the toe of his shoe against the sensitive nape of your neck, catching hairs and scuffing skin, you moan pathetically. “Oh?” he says, an interested uptick in his voice when he catches you moaning and shifting your thighs together. “You beg for your life, but you moan like a whore for the pain. What a masochistic slut you are, little human.” He hums, easing up on your neck until his foot is no longer there and instead you feel the strange combination of burning ice that is Sukuna’s palm. The mix of his and Itadori’s souls creating a body heat you had to feel to understand. You gasp, keening as his deadly fingers gripped tight and his sharpened nails prick along your flesh in a threatening promise. “Perhaps you have more uses to you than feeding my blood lust. Perhaps… I can use you until your frail, mortal body breaks, hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you, little bug?” he’s looking at you from the side, his tongue licking his teeth, darting it out to lick your cheek. “Yes. Yes, sir,” you breathe, and you don’t even realize what you are saying, because the weight of his palm against your neck, the potent presence that is Sukuna, it all has you so high.

You feel like you are spiraling and he’s the only thing keeping you anchored.

#sukuna #sukuna x gn!reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #drabble #fanfic

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mysicklove · 6 months

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summary: Sukuna tries to teach Yuuji self-defense, but of course, he happens to forget how helpless the toddler is.

cw: mentions of death/kidnapping, reader gets called helpless

wc: 1.4k

a/n: i love them so much. its so fun to write this au!!

big brother au masterlist

When you walk into the living room, you can’t help but smile. Truly, was it a rarity to see Sukuna and Yuuji getting along nicely. Of course, Yuuji was always sweet, but Sukuna was a brat and found that hanging out with a four-year-old was not really his cup of tea. Or at least, that’s what he proclaims to you.

Yuuji throws a punch at his brother’s hand, brows furrowing in concentration. Sukuna sits on the floor, cross-legged, and in front of Yuuji, who was standing at his full height. The older sighs, “Well, that was pathetic. Harder.”

The boy nods, obviously trying to hold back a smile. He wanted to seem just as serious as Sukuna did, but it was hard for the toddler due to how smiley he always seemed to be. But he lets out a tiny huff and brings his fists up to his face. Then, he makes a little “Hii-ya!” noise and slams his fist into Sukuna’s open palm.

“Okay, this ain’t working. Fuck, how are we of the same bloodline? I was not this weak,” Sukuna complains to himself, pulling his hands down.

You roll your eyes and step into the room. “Maybe because he is a four-year-old. Don’t think it’s his job to be strong,” You say, and Sukuna’s eyes flicker to you. A smile pulls at his lips, and the man begins to stand up from the floor to greet you. Yuuji beats him to it though, letting a high-pitched squeal in excitement before running over to you.

You grin at the noise, watching the boy waddle over to you with bright eyes. You crouch down to his level and greet him, ruffling his hair. Then you pinch at his cheeks, ignoring the whine of complaint from Yuuji. “You are way too cute to fight! Huh, no fighting for you. You just gotta stay this small forever!” You coo, peppering kisses to the boy’s cheeks and forehead.

The boy lets out a fit of giggles and a “Noooo! Wanna be big like Kuna!”

You shake your head, a fake pout on your face. “But Sukuna isn’t cute at all,” You half-heartedly complain, sparing a glance at your lover.

He walks up to the two of you and picks up Yuuji by the back of his hood, causing the kid to squirm in the air. Sukuna pays no mind to it, instead looking toward you, who is standing back up. “Don’t lie,” He scolds, and you raise your eyebrows, “I am adorable.”

You chuckle at him, rolling your eyes, and he in return presses a quick kiss to your lips. His brother begins to whine in complaint, causing the older to roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, quit whining. I’ll put you down in a second, little pest, but you need actually to put in some effort to fight me.”

“Okay!” Yuuji exclaims, and Sukuna sighs. Yuuji was so agreeable. When Sukuna was that age, he was supposedly a brat who argued with everyone, or at least that is what he had heard. Yuuji was strangely different than him. He didn’t know if he minded it or not.

Sukuna puts the boy down and sits again on the floor. He glances at you, who is taking a seat on the couch. Your eyes seem to read, play nice. It makes Sukuna want to roll his eyes, but the kid distracts him again, his tiny hands placed on the knees of Sukuna’s sweatpants while he grins up at his brother. The little beast had no concept of personal space, and the older of the two swears he can feel his brother practically breathing on him.

Sukuna pushes the boy off, sending him falling on his backside. “Sukuna,” You warn, but he ignores you. Yuuji only frowns and gets back up again, climbing back over to the other.

“Pretend im a kidnapper,” Sukuna demands, straightening his back and moving closer, taunting the small boy. “I am a very bad man who is going to take you home with me and lock you in my–”

“Sukuna!” You interrupt before Yuuji could hear his brother’s unneeded explanation. Yuuji seemed to stare owlishly at his brother, a little nervous but mostly confused about what he was talking about.

The man grins at you and shrugs his shoulders. But he abides to your wish with a scoff. “...Do bad things to you,” He weakly finishes. “Now, defend yourself!”

Yuuji’s hands go up into his mouth, tiny fingers playing with his lips, and he shakes his head with a giggle. “But big brother will protect me!”

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose, and you let out a small laugh. “I’m dead.” Yuuji’s face visibly falls. “The kidnapper killed me because you were too weak to defend yourself and save me. Now look, Y/N is all alone and helpless because of you.”

Your mouth opens in shock at the bluntness of it all. Yuujis eyes are wide, and he goes silent for a second. Then, his mouthline begins to wobble, and his eyes begin to water. “Kuna gone?”

Sukuna begins to backtrack, not wanting to deal with his brother’s tears. He stumbles toward the child, eyes wide. “It’s a hypothet–”

Yuuji’s scream sends you scrambling to your feet and over to the pair immediately. You grab Yuuji by the waste and swing him around, a huge, forced smile on your face. “And boom!” The force of it all startles the small boy, and he pauses his cries for a moment with owlish eyes while you continue to swing him around. “Y/N comes in and saves the day! And guess what, Sukuna was just sleeping!”

You place Yuuji on your side and help wipe his tears away. Only about two or three fell before you grabbed him, but still, his eyes seemed to be slightly puffy. The boy continues to sniffle, hands rubbing at his eyes. “Just sleeping?”

Before you could answer, Sukuna tears the boy from your arms. He holds him up in front of him by both of Yuuji’s underarms, causing the boy to dangle in the air. “I’m offended that you would think I would die so easily, brat.”

A smile begins to crawl up Yuuji’s face, but he shakes his head, and his voice holds a whine to it. “Don’t. Don’t like it.”

Sukuna sighs before placing the boy on his hip. Yuuji seems to find comfort there, burying his head into his brother’s shirt. It was rare to be held by Sukuna, and Yuuji obviously wanted to soak up all the time he has up there. “Yeah, I don’t think I would like being dead either. Luckily, your brother is the strongest, so you won’t have to worry bout that, yeah?”

Yuuji nods into his brother’s side, grinning and possibly wiping snot onto Sukuna. You take this time also to add your say in the matter. “And I’m not helpless.” You glance at the man who was just remembering what he said in the moment.

“C’mon, maybe just a little?” He teases, and you step closer to the pair, fighting back a smile. But before you could retort another teasing bite, the boy interjects his opinion.

“Nuh-uh! Y/N saved us. You sleeping, Kuna!”

You fake gasp in realization of his words, and Yuuji’s eyes light up. “Oh my, you are so right, Yuuji! Don’t you think he is the helpless one?” You coax, and Yuuji seems to lean toward you at your excited tone.

He nods his head rapidly, not really knowing what he is agreeing to but just trying to mimic your actions. “Kuna helpless!”

Sukuna rolls his eyes at the two of you and pinches the boy’s cheek, looking down at his brother. “Says the one who had a whole breakdown over the word–”

“Sukuna.”

Sukuna takes a deep breath and glances at you and Yuuji’s big dark eyes. He shakes his head in defeat, “Yeah, guess I am, ain’t I?”

You crack a smile, and Yuuji squeals in delight, digging his tiny hands into his brother’s shirt. Sukuna ruffles the boy’s hair.

#mello.writes #big brother au #sukuna x reader #kid yuuji #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #yuuji fluff #yuuji tadori fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #reader insert #x reader #gn reader #gn! reader

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