#jjk hc

[sv3t1ana]

Thinking about Husband!Sukuna who just lets you do whatever the fuck you want now.

There was a time when he protested. A time when he had pride, pride in being a man, in being a fearsome king, commanding respect wherever he went.

But you?

You were relentless. So utterly, absurdly relentless that at some point, he just stopped fighting it.

He had never been a man of many words, and marriage hadn’t changed that. It was only a week ago that he sat comfortably on his throne, heavy head resting in his palm as he drifted off to sleep, until he was interrupted by the sudden weight (or loss?) on his chest.

A lesser man would have panicked, but your husband? No. He merely took a long inhale, an even longer exhale, and cracked one eye open to find your tiny, mischievous hands cupping his pecs like a scientist.

“They don’t really move like mine,” you mused, experimentally bouncing the firm muscle in your grasp.

He didn’t know if the subject of this experiment was his breaking point or whatever nonsense idea had wormed its way into your head this time.

Your expression was serious, too serious, as you moved in front of him, gripping the hem of his robe as if a scholar prepped for a dissertation.

“May I remove this?”

His eyes, half-lidded with the dull exhaustion that only centuries of being a king could bring, slowly trailed to meet yours. His lips pressed into a flat line.

You took his silence as consent.

And soon enough, his shirt was discarded, leaving him bare from the waist up as you squinted in intense concentration, leaning in close to his chest.

It was pathetic, really. The size difference. Your husband was a mountain of a man, yes, his frame large enough to dwarf yours entirely. And yet, there you were, fingers struggling to span across his tits as you earnestly attempted to jiggle them, as if you could replicate your own softness on his ironclad frame.

At one point, you had both of his pecs squished together, testing them like some critical judge at a livestock competition.

“Wow, you’re a lot different than me.”

Oh, his lovely wife. His lovely wife, who was genuinely comparing her milk-producing breasts to those of a war-hardened king.

Oh, the patience he had for you.

And despite the sheer disrespect you continually brought upon the honor of Sukuna, the King, the Conqueror, the Lord of Curses…

He still let you.

And it never stopped.

Because right now, right this very moment, he was balls-deep inside you, your knees pinned to your chest as he fucked you senseless, guttural moans echoing in the grand chamber as he pounded into your dripping cunt.

The nights the lord would bed his wife was always the same, multiple orgasms, a sore throat, bruises painting your skin like a lover’s signature, and the brutal satisfaction of a man who knew he could ruin you.

There couldn’t have been a worse time, a worse thought, and for the first time in his life, Sukuna wished, prayed, for something to be different about his wife.

“W-wait, ‘Kuna- fuck- wait-!”

Because he never wanted you in pain, never wanted you to feel anything but pleasure despite the sixth climax of the night barreling toward him, he reluctantly halted.

Oh, may the lords above grant him the strength.

Because you, thoroughly fucked out, hair knotted, sweat glistening across your body, brought your trembling hands forward,

and groped his fucking tits.

Like he was some toy for you to hold onto.

“Okay, continue.”

He stilled. In shock? In horror? In spiritual agony?

Slowly, he tried to thwart at your hands, momentarily lifting one from under your knee, but-

“No, I said continue.”

That’s right. Your wish was his command.

So he continued. And every time his cock rammed deep into your walls, every time you moaned so sinfully, your little hands squeezed tighter.

It was almost comical, your soft, delicate fingers clutching at his immovable chest as if this was your god-given right.

With a grunt, he muttered, “Why must you do this?” His brows furrowed, thrusts becoming punishing.

Through your breathless whimpers, you somehow managed, “Ngh- I just- oh, god- like them.”

His cock twitched at your honesty.

His breasts flexing in tandem.

And when your shaking fingers dared to pinch his nipple…

Oh, that was when the real fun began.

“Fuck, don’t- fuck-” He spat through gritted teeth.

Neither of you could ignore the way his back arched the tiniest bit, the way his thrusts faltered for a split second as your fingers toyed with him.

You were too far gone to form coherent sentences, let alone fucking laugh, but your lips curled in amusement, jaw slack as the wet pat-pat-pat of his cock slamming into you filled the air.

“You think this shit is funny?”

His hold on you shifted. With inhuman ease, he lifted your legs, pressing them together straight up in the air, holding your feet in a single massive hand while his other gripped your thigh in a vice.

The new position devastating.

His thick cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside you, punching deep into your cunt, the head kissing your cervix with every pump.

It was enough to wreck you, your body shuddering as your next orgasm tore through you like divine wrath.

And Sukuna, normally composed and always in control, was panting.

As you both lay side by side afterward, spent and breathless, a singular, intrusive thought carved its way into your little head.

“...Can I be big spoon tonight?”

He didn’t respond, simply sighing and rolling onto his side. Letting you attempt to wrap your arms around his impossibly broad back.

Oh, his lovely, sweet wife.

Your hand reached down, fingers splaying, grabbing a handful of his ass.

A slow, agonizing inhale.

Then a measured, exasperated exhale.

“...No more tonight. Please.”

You couldn’t see his face, your own buried between his shoulder blades.

But maybe, juuust maybe, someone, somewhere, could say there was the barest twitch of a smile on his lips.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Choso’s Body Irl:

He gives very veiny vibes (take that for how u want).

[mixissecretjournal]

⚠️smut incoming⚠️

Just thinking of Megumi Fushiguro holding onto your hips for dear life, as you bounce on his hard dick. His grunts, biting his lip, trying to stop his eyes from rolling back, basically he’s trying to stop himself for looking pathetic in front of you. But how can he when you feel so good. He can’t let go, he mustn’t, you’d think he’s stupid. It’s not until you kiss his forehead and tell him how pretty he looks when his getting pleasured, that he finally gives up trying to be nonchalant. He throw his head back and begins moaning and whimpering so much all of a sudden, that it catches you off guard. “Oh my god” he thinks, “this is soo much better”, forgetting about every anxious thought he was having as he starts the thrusted up into you. He’s moaning, tears are swelling up in his eyes, toes are curling, fingers are digging into you hips, his back arching and he lets out the loudest moan as he finally finishes.

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[syluxs]

who knew toge had game?

pairing: inumaki toge/reader

warnings: very slightly suggestive, y/n has a hickey and they make fun of them for it, gojou is annoying

note: i'm sorry... i just thought of the aftermath of a make out session with toge, and how everyone doesn't expect toge to even actually be making out with anyone--much less give a damn hickey.

you were walking down the hallway, mindlessly holding a stack of cursed weapons in your arms, when you noticed megumi staring at you. at first, you didn’t think much of it. maybe he just happened to have his eyes on you?

but then, his gaze slowly drifted down to your neck, and then quickly shot back up to meet your eyes.

"y/n..." he said, his voice sounded genuinely worried. "you, uh… you got something on your neck."

you froze in your tracks. your hands instinctively dropped the weapons and went to your neck, feeling them in for any sort of thing--cockroach? dirt? cursed spirit?

your heart skipped a beat when you realized what it could be.

a giant, reddish-purple hickey.

you felt the heat rising to your face as you slowly processed the situation.

"uh..." you muttered incoherent words, trying to think about what to say to the spiky haired boy, already feeling the embarrassment crawling up your neck.

megumi raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to figure out how to even address it. "is that..… a bruise?"

you didn't even notice that you were holding your breath. you sighed to try to relax your nerves and gave him a reluctant nod. "yeah... it’s, uh, nothing." you said, trying to sound nonchalant, though you were definitely far from it.

and of course, that’s when your annoying loud ass teacher decided to appear around the corner, grinning like the mischievous idiot that he was. he glanced at you, then at megumi, he then had to do a double take at your neck.

it didn’t take long for him to let out a teasing gasp.

"whoa, is that a hickey?!" he said loudly, feigning ignorance. you could feel your blood getting cold at the sight of his grin starting to stretch across his face. shit, maybe blood was starting to drain from your face. "y/n, i didn’t know you had that kind of… relationship with inumaki-kun."

your stomach flipped, looking at gojou in pure horror. "sensei....." you grumble, trying to cover the mark with your hand as if it would make the situation go away. "it’s not like that!"

but gojou wasn’t having it. his grin only grew wider as he leaned in, his hand on his chin, clearly enjoying every second of your embarrassment. "no, no, i need details. when did this happen? was it a late-night training session, or maybe an early morning sparring match?" he said in a playful tone, the lilt and shift in his tone making you want to sprint and run the fuck away. "tell me, y/n. what’s the deal with toge?"

you rolled your eyes as you bent down on your knees to pick up the weapons you dropped, "please shut up, sensei."

megumi, who had been silently watching the whole exchange, was now looking at you with an expression of pure confusion. "wait, you’re telling me... inumaki-senpai did this? through that way?" his voice had an edge of disbelief.

you gave a defeated sigh and nodded as you stood up straight again, covering your eyes with one hand, as if you're being blinded by bright lights. you looked way too comical right now. "yeah... i didn’t think it would last until today." you muttered, feeling your face start to get hotter by the second under their gaze. the blood is back, thank goodness. you thought you were gonna faint. you had no idea the hickey was gonna be very visible, even with the jujutsu high jacket on.

gojou was already laughing, holding his stomach. "wow, this is priceless! toge? really?" he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he doesn't even know where to start. "didn’t know he had it in him. guess he’s got game after all."

you stomped your foot, practically wishing you could melt into the floor. this wasn’t how you’d planned to spend your afternoon, especially with your neck now being a topic of discussion.

then, as if the universe hated you, toge appeared around the same corner where gojou came from, his usual calm, collected self. you watched him carefully, his eyes softening at the sight of your face.

however, his gaze quickly flicked to your neck, his eyes widening at the sight and face turning to an alarming shade of pink, noticing that megumi and satoru were both around and it seems it was very much the topic in the damn area.

"konbu?" he greeted in his usual soft voice, his hand raised slightly to say "hi".

only you could see the utter horror in his face, and somehow, that made you feel even more embarrassed. you gave him a sympathetic look, trying to signal that it wasn’t his fault, but it was obvious he was struggling to find the words.

gojou, of course, took that moment to pounce. "so, this is the mysterious toge, huh? i didn’t know you were so..." he made a show of looking at toge’s flustered expression, "...intense."

inumaki shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. "shake....." he muttered under his breath, clearly trying to apologize without being too awkward.

"shake? really? that’s the best you got, buddy?" gojou teased, clearly enjoying this way too much.

you threw a katana to gojou's way, but it only dropped to the floor because of his limitless technique. damn.

all of your eyes then shift to megumi, who’d been silently observing, but flinched when you hurled the weapon. he now looked at both you and toge. he gulped, suddenly feeling pressured as he doesn't know what to say under all of your gazes. "uh... i don’t get it. inumaki-senpai? really? i've always thought you were, uh, well, the innocent type."

you could feel the tension in the air thicken as everyone waited for toge to say something back, but instead, he just blinked rapidly and fidgeted with his hands, clearly at a loss for how to deal with the situation. you walked to him and reached out to place a gentle pat on his arm, trying to ease the tension. "don’t worry about it, toge. it’s okay," you said softly, giving him a small, reassuring smile--which quickly vanished when you turned your head to look at your teacher with a scowl, frown so deep, it looked like you were an evil entity. inumaki tapped your shoulder twice, as if telling you to calm down. he could tell you were about to literally bite the annoying white haired man like a rabid animal.

gojou, of course, wasn’t done yet. "i’m definitely telling everyone about this," he said with a gleam in his eye. quickly pulling out his phone, he took a few pictures of your neck. "this is too good to keep to myself."

"gojou satoru..." you muttered under your breath as you pulled your jacket's sleeve up, your hand curled into a fist, ready to fight your teacher.

the rest of the day was a blur of you chasing around gojou, trying to attack him, while adjusting your scarf to hide the mark.

toge did his best to avoid eye contact with everyone, after seeing that your dumb teacher sent the picture of your neck to the jujutsu high group chat.

[12:00 PM] the strongest (and hottest) sorcerer: guys.... look at the bruise that inumaki-kun gave y/n

[12:01 PM] crybaby womanizer: so intense inumaki!!

[12:02 PM] wild animal: (sends a pic of u chasing gojou on the field) it's war here yuuta, u're missing out

[12:02 PM] takada-chan's husband: INUMAKI!! i am so proud of you

it was chaotic, everyone teased toge about it while you were busy fighting your teacher all around the place. the principal, yaga, even joined in on all the mayhem, yelling and asking gojou to fight you fair and square, no cursed techniques for him only. of course you were allowed to use everything you can to fight him.

somehow, though, you realized it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

[fushigoomi]

subtly possessive yuji who likes to wrap his arm around megumi's waist and take him away from crowds

subtly possessive megumi who likes to pull yuji closer by any means possible (hoodie strings, belt loops) and show yuji off to the crowds

[skyahri]

And Suddenly |JJK Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, and Geto Suguru

Summary: They proposition you for a baby.

Warnings: Cult Leader!Geto, Heian Era!Sukuna, Canon Gojo. A little smutty, but nothing specific.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna swears he doesn't play favorites.

He always gives the same response when prompted by Uraume- that he hated everyone equally and that if anything, they were the only person he could tolerate. That specific line of questioning always riled him up, oftentimes making him irrationally angry and defensive.

Despite what he says, everyone on the estate knows he's full of shit. No one else is dumb enough to call him on it out of fear of being brutally murdered, but it's clear he does have a favorite. That fact is only further cemented when he approaches you in the middle of the garden and publicly demands that you give him a child.

"... what?"

"Are you deaf? I need an heir and you're going to give me one. Let's go."

Just like that, you're being slung over his shoulder and carried off. You only manage a peak at Uraume before the door closes, but even they seem surprised by the sudden declaration.

When you finally reach his chambers, he sets you down on his bed and drops his robes to the floor. When you don't move to do the same, he shoots you an impatient look, but you only offer him a confused one back.

"My Lord, I apologize if this is out of line, but what brought this on?"

"I want an heir."

"Yes, but why now? And why me?"

"Are you denying me, woman?"

"No, of course not, My Lord, I'm just- this is all very sudden."

After the initial spark of anger that flashes through him, he does genuinely think about it for a moment. Requesting a baby was quite the ask, and it would be in his best interest to keep you happy. Perhaps he could at the very least answer your questions...

"You are fertile."

"Is that really the only requirement you look for when considering the potential mother of your children?"

"Of course not."

He hates that little look you give him. It's pointed in a way that makes his nerves flair. It's not direct enough for him to ever call you on, but it screams defiance nonetheless.

"I don't have to explain myself to you. You should feel honored to have been chosen. Be grateful, brat."

Your face doesn't change. You only cross your arms and wait for his little tantrum to pass in hopes that he'll be a more willing participant in the conversation.

"What do you want from me?"

"Honesty, My Lord. That's all."

He bares his teeth at you. It's an empty threat- that much you learned long ago. You're well aware of his soft spot for you, and while you typically don't use that against him, you really did just want answers.

In the three years you'd served him, he had never once mentioned wanting children. He'd go as far as to kill any concubine who fell pregnant or even brought the topic up. Something was most definitely amiss, and you weren't one to cave into his ridiculous demands so easily.

After a momentary standoff, he sighs and stands a bit straighter in front of you.

"You are well aware why I have chosen you."

"Am I?"

Oh, if looks could kill you'd be six feet under already. He seems almost... embarrassed? It's not something you've ever seen on him, the red tint to his cheeks and ears are undeniably different from when he's angry. His lower right hand twitches ever so slightly and you can nearly hear his teeth grinding together.

"It is possible, that I may not entirely hate you."

"Careful, My Lord, that almost sounds like a confession."

"If that is what it takes for you to agree, then so be it."

You won't get anything more out of him, at least, not today. You'd been fully expecting him to choose an easy way out, something about biology or hierarchy or whatever, but this? No, this was a thousand times better than anything you could've imagined.

"Now, as to why, My Lord?"

"Is it really so surprising to want a child with you?"

You... don't know how to answer that. His response both does and does not answer your question. You were initially looking for something more, concrete? Something like him needing a successor or maybe needing to prove himself in some way.

Whether he intended to or not, he had given you a very intimate response that you were not in the last bit prepared for.

You were very aware that he treated you differently, not just from the other concubines, but from everyone in general. You had certain privileges that others did not, like joining him for dinners and baths or sleeping in his chambers. He indulges you with little acts of affection, things like kissing and brief touches. You spoke out of turn without consequence and could get away with doing things without his explicit permission.

But all of that was a whole Hell of a lot different than wanting a family. The man would sooner die than admit to liking you, but here he was admitting to wanting children with you. Not wanting an heir, not allowing you the privilege, no- wanting children with you.

"I accept."

"You say that as if you had a choice."

"We're alone, My Lord, there's no need for the tough guy facade."

"It's not a facade. Don't forget I can kill you, woman."

"Mhm, if you say so, My Lord."

Satoru Gojo

"You know,"

He slowly slides his hands up your sides, slipping them underneath the hem of your shirt.

"With the kids being so busy nowadays, I can't help but feel like our nest is a little empty."

He moves his head from its resting position on your head to trail kisses down your face. He pauses at your lips for a moment before continuing down your neck.

"Lucky for us, I know just the thing to fix such a problem."

You're only half paying mind to the attention he's giving you, the majority of your thoughts running over his recent behavior, trying to piece together anything that could've prepared you for the current situation.

He was a little upset when Tsumiki had gone full swing into high school last year. She had lots of friends, joined a few extracurriculars, and took her classes seriously. It didn't leave her much free time for family. You understood, and so did Satoru (albeit reluctantly), but that didn't make it any less bittersweet.

With the new school year starting, Megumi had begun drifting as well, and it didn't help that he was living on campus now. Of course, Satoru was one of his mentors, but that only meant their time together was spent working.

Both kids had always been independent, most likely a side effect of their shitty unconventional upbringing, but it seemed time was only making that fact more apparent.

You'd noticed he'd been a little deflated lately, but you'd chalked it up to extra stress from the council. You never thought it would be over something like this- not that you doubted how much he loved his pseudo-family or anything, he's just never shown any particular interest in expanding at all.

Even now, aside from a few stray comments about missing the kids and prioritizing family dinners, nothing he did really popped out.

"Satoru-"

He pulled away and took your hands in his, bending down a bit to make the height difference less obvious.

"Just hear me out,"

He swallowed hard and squeezed your hands a bit tighter.

"I know it's not something we've really talked about, but I can't stop thinking about it. I love raising kids with you and I don't want it to end."

"Babies and toddlers are a lot different than kids, Satoru."

"I know."

"It's a lot of work. We'd be starting over just as they've become self sufficient."

"I know."

"There's also significant risk associated with having Satoru Gojo's biological baby."

"All the reason to work harder."

Usually, when he wants something, he gives you this sappy, wide eyed, puppy dog stare and tries to bargain wit you. This, however, is starkly different. His gaze is intense, like he's peering straight into your soul, but it's also desperate, like he wants you to say yes but for once in his life, he's not going to pressure you.

Not that he'd have to, honestly.

He's right. You have enjoyed raising kids with him. He's dorky and definitely on the irresponsible side, but he cares for Tsumiki and Megs more than anything else in the world. He'd take them to the park, engage in whatever board games they wanted to play, and always did his best to make it to school events. He's a good dad, and you aren't eager to see the end of the peak quite yet.

The house is also very quiet as of late. There's no bickering, no loud music, and no one pestering you to make snacks. There's no more homework to help out with and no more rides to give. It's rather lonely.

So you put on your best poker face, just to spook him a bit, and focus your gaze on his pretty blue eyes. He looks hopeful. He knows you well enough by now to know you're going to say yes, but that little bit of fear overshadows any certainty he has.

"I think, maybe, possibly, that our family doesn't quite feel complete just yet, and might have room for one more."

That's all the confirmation he needs before he's scooping you up, pressing sloppy kisses against any surface of your skin he can reach, and taking you straight into your shared bedroom.

Suguru Geto

He had truly never thought about the prospect of having kids before. He was seventeen when he took in the twins and life had been pretty hectic since then, not leaving much room for additional personal affairs.

But he couldn't get the girls' words out of his head.

They'd come home from school last week and told him about one of their classmates who had just received a baby brother. He wasn't sure if they knew the scope of what they were asking when they started begging for a little sibling, but it did get him thinking. So he told them he'd consider the idea and sent them off to do their homework.

He wasn't... completely against the idea. He's at a point where he has the means to provide for one more. He loves Nanako and Mimiko more than anything and he's sure he can love another kid all the same, but that wasn't the issue.

It was having another kid that was difficult. He'd essentially kidnapped the twins, and while the deed was justified, he wasn't eager to do it again. Anything formal was off the table, being a mass murderer slash cult leader, and all.

That's when you entered his field of vision. Like an answer to his prayers, you walked past him with a bright smile on your face and a quick 'Good morning Geto-sama' before running off to wherever the girls currently were.

The answer seemed a bit too obvious. You'd joined not too long after he'd taken over, offering support in any way you could. At the time, he was having a hard time adjusting to everything. Raising children was a lot harder than he'd anticipated, mostly due to the trauma they'd endured. You took some of the load off of him. You watched them while he was in meetings, cooked them meals, and made sure they got to and from school when he couldn't.

You're around his age, smart and pretty, and essentially already a mother to his kids. You loved them as much as he did, so surely, you'd be more than happy to help him out with this, right?

"You... want me to give you a baby?"

He wasn't sure what to make of that response. It was ambiguous, and your blank expression didn't lean any one way the other.

"Yes. Nanako and Mimiko would like a sibling, and I've decided to indulge them. Would you be so kind as to help me?"

"I'm not pregnant, Geto-sama."

"I'd hope not."

Your confusion only grew. There was no precursor to this conversation. Just yesterday you were discussing the week's itinerary and what all was expected of you. He hadn't looked at you any differently, hadn't dropped any hints, or asked any strange questions. This was truly out of the blue.

You must've taken too long to continue the conversation because there's suddenly a hand grabbing yours. It's warm and rough, and despite the newness of it, it's grounding.

"Please don't feel pressured to say yes. I'd like an honest answer. This will only work if both parties are consenting."

You hesitate for a moment. It's not like you haven't thought about it before. Not this specifically, but being more of a permanent fixture in Geto household. It's usually a fleeting feeling, a fantasy of sorts. You'd never allowed yourself to mull over it, assuming that it was a lost cause.

"Why me?"

A perfectly reasonable question.

"You're already a mother to my children, what's one more, hm?"

"And this baby..."

"Would be ours, if you're willing if course."

Suguru is actually pleased by your hesitation. A fair number of his followers would jump at the invitation without much thought. He finds it rather pathetic that some would follow him so blindly, so your reluctance only further cements his confidence in his decision.

"And what would all of this mean for me?"

"I suppose you'd be a wife of sorts. 'Nanny' seems a little degrading for someone bearing my child."

He laughs and it immediately cuts through any tension in the air.

While the offer is certainly jarring, denying it had yet to cross your mind. Geto is a harsh leader, sure, but he's incredibly kind to those close to him, and that extends to you. He's a great dad and loves his children, and you're sure any baby of yours would meet the same fate.

"Yeah, okay."

"Good. Why don't you meet me in my quarters after you put the girls to bed."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Nanami and Gojo's respective wives surprising them with scandalous lingerie photos at work?

Nanami is surprised by the sudden photographs. His wife is usually more reserved, like him, so this is completely out of character. Not unwelcome, mind you, just not expected. He wouldn’t react outwardly, however, and discreetly tuck his phone back into his breast pocket. When Gojo comes to annoy him about what he got on his phone, he punches him in the face.

Gojo is surprised, but delighted. His wife is so hot. She doesn’t need the lingerie but boy is it flattering. It’s also nice to see that she’s taken herself out for a little shopping self-care day. He texts her back to get one in every color. Gojo is practically giddy the rest of the day. He even bounds over to Nanami to show him. He’s not sure why his best friend tried to punch him in the face though.

[cr4yolaas]

LIKE FLOWERS IN SAND 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ TRAINING IN SESSION!

001 | masterlist | 003

ଳ soz im guilty for making short filler chapters so i don’t rush myself into my fav parts of the plot

ଳ trust this wont be as slow of a slow burn as it seems pinky promise

taglist ࿔࿐ @mayyhaps @chososcamgirl @poopooindamouf @acowboykisser @goonforgeto @hqnge @linny-bloggs @clamousera

[godhandler]

jjk headcanons based on nothing

kenjaku managed the beatles for a while and introduced yoko ono to john lennon

sukuna gets tummy aches a lot he had a minor tummy ache the entirety of gojo vs sukuna 

megumi cleans the bottoms of his shoes with a used toothbrush. yuuji has never even heard of cleaning shoe bottoms

choso stans jungkook, has a cutesy photocard of him doing the pouty lips and bambi eyes

gojo cant handle spicy food he prefers his spices to be sugar salt pepper and miso like the man he is

uraume would be the worst driver on the planet but stubbornly refuses to learn from anyone except sukuna but he also kinda sucks

kenjaku is delighted with boba he’d try out every single boba on the menu. has mixed opinions on vaping he likes the blueberry baja blast flavours but hates that they look so lame compared to cigarettes

sukuna’s second mouth is scared of pop rocks 

gakuganji was named in the panama papers scandal 

gojo is a girl group fan he was heartbroken when GFriend disbanded 

cult leader geto suguru invested heavily in foreign exchange markets, offshore mining and heavy industries while most of gojo’s are in real estate, telecom and tax-deductible charities

sukuna was about 52 (with strong af rct skincare) in the heian era when he died/turned into the cursed fingers. uraume was 10ish and sukuna 28ish when he took them in

kenjaku had severe beef with che guevara. it got personal. it got nasty. kenny worked overtime to get him shot

[sv3t1ana]

Husband!Sukuna is such a fucking munch.

He’s not just any munch, but a four-course meal kind of a munch. A drop to his knees like it’s holy communion kind of munch. A lives, breathes, and thinks about your pussy kind of munch.

The immortal being would rather die than admit it, of course. He’s a King. The walking apocalypse. And yet, he’s also the kind of man who subtly tracks your water intake. “Drink more,” he growls, shoving a glass into your hands.

You’d ask why, only for him to grunt and look away.

But you know

Oh, you know.

Because the second you sit on his face, he’s like a starving man at a feast, tongue already teasing your clit with obscene expertise. He pretends he’s doing you the favor, when really, this is his daily act of devotion.

And oh… how he loves to be used.

He’d never say it aloud, but the way your fingers fist in his hair, tugging with enough force to make anyone else hiss in pain. The way your thighs tremble around his head, threatening to suffocate him as you ride his tongue like you’re mad at it. That’s his idea of bliss.

He won’t moan, not audibly. He’s too proud for that. But the low, gravelly groans he lets slip, the harsh, guttural breaths dragged from his throat as he devours you, yeah, those count. Especially when they vibrate against your dripping folds and you nearly scream.

He’s so precise with it too. Tongue pressure, perfect. Circles ‘round and ‘round, faster, then slow again, just to tease. And when he slips two thick digits into your soaked cunt, curling just right, yeah, he knows exactly when to stop, when to let you shake and stutter and ride it out on his face.

Because he loves it when you gush for him.

And not just once.

No, Sukuna’s rule is two orgasms on his tongue minimum before his cocks even make an appearance.

(And to be honest, both of them are twitching the whole time, leaking so much pre that it’d be embarrassing for any man who had the capacity for shame.)

He watches you shatter for him each time, studies it like art, like he’s deciphering a language only he and your cunt understand, a dialect that lives somewhere between divinity and delirium.

And after he’s ruined you with his mouth, he doesn’t ask if you want to be fucked after.

He already knows.

Your poor, overstimulated pussy gets bullied by his thick cocks before you can even catch your breath. That delicious switch from fluttery aftershocks to the aching stretch of him filling you up again, that’s the sweet spot.

He lives for that.

You live for that.

You even teased him once, whispered all innocent, “Wanna hear you moan for me next time.”

He didn’t respond. Just scoffed. A King doesn’t moan.

Except he does, all low and quiet, more growl than anything human, when you gush on his face and tug his hair like you’ll never let go. And even though he pretends not to care, you notice how his eyes roll back just a little.

Because even in the middle of massacre, blades soaked in mortal blood, his mind will wander. Not to strategy or victory, but you.

To your slick folds, your breathy whimpers, the way your thighs clench when he flattens his tongue just right.

It’s unhealthy, really. Obsession doesn’t even begin to cover it.

And even when he’s mad at you he’s still eating you out like he’s trying to pull contrition from your cunt. Like if you cum hard enough, you’ll know how sorry you are.

Every night starts and ends the same:

His face buried between your thighs, tongue relentless, breath heavy, fingers buried deep.

And you’ll whisper that same damn line every time you’re close,

“’Kuna, you’re such a fucking munch.”

more husband!Sukuna hcs here

[hermitsdump]

this hc still makes me laugh so I am here to collect public opinion

[villainbait]

I keep thinking about how obsessed Sukuna would be with tasting you. The constant playful biting that would happen sometimes with just a little too much pressure so that it stung, or the way he would leave hickeys and deep imprints of his teeth on your inner thighs.

Holding you down and eating you out for like an hour straight until you’re a whimpering, panting mess weakly grasping at his mussed hair. But you don’t beg him to stop. You know better than to beg.

Sukuna running a finger through your slit and calling that part of you a delicacy. You don’t know whether it’s literal or figurative for him and that makes you delightfully horrified. That you’re going to trust this monster to put his teeth next to such an intimate part of you like that.

[fushigoomi]

so we all know vet!megumi, but have we thought about zoo keeper!megumi?

where yuji goes to the zoo on his day off and attends a tiger talk and instantly falls in love with the cute keeper who has a tired face but is super enthusiastic about proper enrichment for the big cats and their conservation

[skyahri]

Remember Part One |SatoSugu X Reader| HC

Part Two Masterlist Ko-fi

Summary: You get a second chance to save him, but for right now you can only enjoy the fact that he's still here.

Warnings: Implied poly??? Idk I don't say anything specific. Vomiting, blood, Canon related warnings. Angst bc im sad.

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Your eyes flew open. You could barely breathe, your lungs still stinging from the char of imaginary burns. You desperately drag your hands across your face and body, searching for something, anything wrong, not quite processing what was going on.

You sprung up from your bed, immediately thanking your muscle memory as it guided you through your dorm room. You shoved your way into the bathroom and just barely made it to the toilet before emptying the contents of your stomach.

Tears pricked your eyes. You had no idea what was going on. You could only assume that you had another prophetic dream, but had no idea when it had started. Had it been days or weeks? Hell, had it been months even??

You remember the pain of being burned alive by Jogo in Shibuya Station. You remember dying, the feeling of your lungs giving out and your heart stopping.

Yet here you were, alive and relatively well back in your dorm room God knows when. The unchanging state of Jujutsu High was not helping you determine just how much time had passed.

What did, however, was Suguro Geto standing in the doorway. He was saying something you couldn't hear and your foggy mind couldn't process the lack of stitches on his head, but that didn't stop you from screaming.

Was this your Suguru? The boy who held doors open for you and dragged Satoru away after one too many flirty remarks. Could this man already be leading the Star Religious group? Or worse, be reduced to a corpse in his Kenjaku era?

There's no way you could possibly tell in such a hazy state of mind. Your gift had drained you to zero, leaving you absolutely defenseless against what could very well be a tyrant.

Lucky for you, you're within ear shot of a handful of other sorcerers who woke up the second they heard a scream. They were filing into your room within the minute, confused at the commotion, or lack there of.

Satoru had pushed his way past Suguru and bent down next to you, grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you continued to retch.

He's leaning in next to your ear, whispering, begging for you to calm down enough to tell him what's going on. You can barely hear him over the sound of your uncontrollable crying, the sobbing and shaking caused by panic making everything a hundred times worse.

Satoru is motioning for someone to hand him a rag to clean your face, which Suguru does without hesitation. When he enters your peripheral vision, you can practically feel the hairs on your neck stand up. You push your way past Gojo, who had just barely managed to wipe your mouth, trying to climb behind him, pleading that he doesn't come anywhere near you.

You can't see the hurt look on Geto's face. He has no idea what's going on, all he knows is he's somehow causing whatever it is that's happening to occur.

You don't hear Gojo shoo everyone away, apologizing for waking them up in the middle of the night and assuring them that he has it handled.

He rests against the wall and twists you around so you can sit comfortably in his lap. He holds you tight against his chest, it's almost suffocating, but you can feel the pressure slowly melting the anxiety away.

The fog that once clouded your brain is retreating, allowing you to take in your environment more clearly. There's makeup and skin care products scattered on the counters. You can make out enough of your bedroom to see the dozens of Polaroids pinned to your walls.

You eyes finally focus on a more defining feature that better cements your whereabouts. Your nails are painted pink and Satoru's an icy blue, something you haven't seen since your teenage years before Geto defected. You remember finally convincing Satoru to match with you and Suguru, tempting him with an iconic color that you knew he couldn't turn down.

"What's today?"

"February 21st, 2006."

You hum in response.

"Were you dreamin' again?"

You don't answer. You're too focused on how much time has passed. Twelve years gone in an instant. That's nearly half your life, nearly all your memories, and they were all fake. But now you had the opportunity of a lifetime. An opportunity to save all the people you've lost and protect your future.

You're thankful for Satoru in this moment. He isn't always the most socially aware, often times he actually makes things ten times worse, but right now he was just what you needed.

You take in just how warm he is, how he's managed to keep his hands from touching you inappropriately for so long. He's wearing that stupid pair of Hello Kitty boxers that 'convienently came with a matching bra and panty' and 'would hate for them to go to waste.' You scolded him for getting the sizing correct, knowing he had to have gone snooping for answers.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No."

You had good friends, ones that trusted you without a second thought. They know the deal. Things are going to happen and sometimes that requires interference or being intentionally kept in the dark to avoid them. It was both a blessing and a curse- being given the gift of future sight yet being forced to hold the weight of the world in your hands.

You stand up, forcing Gojo to release his tight grip on you. He expects you to get in bed, but instead, you walk right past the door of your room and right across the hall into Suguru's. You don't knock, opting to just head straight in and crawl across him to lay down.

Suguru is confused. An hour ago, you were completely terrified of him, and now here you are, staring at him like he was the most important person in your life.

You reach forward and trace your fingers across his face; his nose, his lips, and eventually his bare forehead. You run your fingers through his hair; disheveled but clean. You pick up his right hand and set it on your face to savor the heat of it. He doesn't hesitate to rub his thumb back and forth across your cheek reassuringly. What he's supposed to reassure you about, he doesn't know, but he can tell you need it.

"You're oddly affectionate tonight."

"I missed you."

"I saw you yesterday."

You shake your head. You want to respond, to tell him you've dreamt of this opportunity for over a decade, that you haven't seen him alive in a year, and sane in nearly twelve.

But all you can do is cry. You lace your fingers with the ones on your face and let him pull you closer. His chest is broad and he smells like cologne, just like how you remembered.

The last time you saw him, he was sickly pale and missing an arm, just moments away from death. He smelled like blood and didn't even have the energy to stand. This view of Geto was much more pleasant than anything you had seen recently.

He has no idea what's going on, but can see it's obviously a lot. He wonders what you could have seen, how long you could have possibly lived. He wonders if someone died, if he died.

He's not sure how long it goes on before you're passed out, your grip on him relaxing ever so slightly, but he doesn't dare let go.

Gojo makes his way into the room from his waiting place outside. He stuck around on the off chance things got out of hand and he needed to intervene.

"How's our girl doing?"

"I have no idea."

"That's unlike you."

Suguru isn't sure how to respond. The vibe in his room is definitely more relaxed, but it's far from peaceful. All he can do right now is anchor you down to earth and hope whatever it is you saw can be fixed.

Fortunately, Satoru is a brave man. He clumsily makes his way onto the other side of you and flops down. You don't even flinch at the roughness of his actions.

"What are you-"

"Sleeping here with you guys, duh."

"Can't you read the room?"

"Nope."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Husband Nanami with wife (fem) reader .

I think women's body hair is seen way too negatively and criticised for something that is totally normal. Girls and women are often exposed to false and negative thinking about hair in personal places in media and society giving them a complex, making them think it's unattractive or that good guys/men will find it gross.

For this reason, may I request a Nanami that loves reader's pubes and loves eating her out, loves kissing her down there, loves caressing her pubic hair in sexual ways and in non sexual ways!!!

Thank you so much and I love your writing/stories.

-Selenophile🌙🌌✨

Nanami loves natural women because, although he’s not sure he believes in a higher power at this point, we are as the universe made us.

Spending all that time and money changing that seems like a waste to Nanami, and he loves his partner the way they are.

Particularly their scent. When they shave or wax their smell when he goes down on them aren’t as strong and it’s a little disappointing to him.

Besides going down on them, he also enjoys touching them. Pushing past the coarse hair to find their clit or entrance while he fingers them is also exciting. Like a little treasure hunt.

Though he likes his women natural, he does like them neat. There is a difference.

Trimmed is preferred but he would never tell another person what to do with their body.

The only exception Nanami makes for this is when he gets to shave them. He has a fetish for this as well.

[cr4yolaas]

LIKE FLOWERS IN SAND 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ PROLOGUE

synopsis ࿔࿐ nanami kento was meant to be a constant. but the tides change, and the sun sets — and before she knew it, he was taken away with the waves.

masterlist | 001

it's hot. too hot.

the air conditioning in the stadium does little to alleviate the heat radiating off of each and every crevice of skin beneath her uniform. someone calls out from the side — a penalty, a timeout; she can't quite tell the difference through the pounding in her ears and the heavy, sinking feeling in her chest. but, like clockwork, her feet, bare and calloused and sore, drag off of the mat and into the sidelines.

focus up.

it's all her coach says to her before patting her on the back and sending her back into the center. she pays no mind to the way her chest guard sticks to her skin at the impact, nor the way the foam of her helmet feels tighter around her head. the whistle blows, and before she can even find her stance, there's a blow to her left.

and, again, like clockwork, her feet move to counter, the burn in her legs nearly insignificant. there's a push, and another kick. it's all familiar. the last hit to the head connects, and before she can process it, her opponent falls back and onto the floor.

there's a pause in the air, palpable and heavy and much too long. the cheers follow shortly after, and then comes her own yell, guttural and deep. it's a noise she's no stranger to — the thunder in the midst of the storm, the rumble after the waves hit the shore.

a gold medal finds its way around her neck and she fights the grin crawling onto her cheeks as much as she possibly can. because, no matter how many times she scans the crowd from the podium, her favorite seat is left unoccupied, just as it had been for the past two years. no unruly blonde hair, no flowers picked up from his grandma's garden.

nanami kento was meant to be a constant. but the tides change, and the sun sets — and before she knew it, he was taken away with the waves.

ଳ hai

ଳ a lot of this series will be based off of my own taekwondo knowledge !! (#redstripebelt)

ଳ ik this prologue makes it seem angsty but i promise it's not all that sad </3

ଳ anyways i'm #hype have fun reading

taglist ࿔࿐ @mayyhaps