#jjk blurb

[tigerpeachs]

-`ღ´- a/n: thinking about possessive Yuuta ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

-`ღ´- tags: 18+, mdni, fem reader, jealousy, afab reader, cream pie 

Yuuta would never admit to it. But he’s possessive. He likes having things to himself. He grew up as an only child and loved when Rika gave him all her attention. He likes it when Gojo trusts him enough to send him on solo missions and treats him as an individual. But don’t get him wrong, he loves being friends with everyone too. It’s the devoted attention that makes him feel good.

When he started dating you, he felt restless. He wanted your attention constantly. He wanted you to only spend time with him. He hated when you went out with others, even if it was just Maki and Nobara, because why wouldn’t you want to just stay with him.

Yuuta is possessive. When he has sex with you for the first time, he can’t help but claim what’s rightfully his. He cums deep inside of you. You whine feeling his warm cum coat your insides. He feels like he’s in a daze as he pulls out and sees your cute pussy gaping for him. Oh and you're doing so well holding his cum in too. Your body knows what’s right. It knows that he’s right for you.

And when he witnesses Itadori or Megumi or even Gojo flirt with you, he feels his jaw tense with anger. You belong to him. Not them. Him. So the next time you’re moaning against his sheets, he makes sure to leave marks. Bites, hickies, hand prints on your ass. He spared no expense. And fuck you’re such a good girl. You took everything, bouncing on his dick, saying you belong to him. You’re all his, forever. That line pouring from your sweet lips has him cumming over and over again inside of you.

He almost wants it to take. So then other people will finally stop flirting with what’s his.

Yuuta is possessive, but especially when it comes to you.

[i6eyes]

2:05 am. gojo satoru

"what a mess," you sigh, shaking your head in bemused affection as you take in satoru's disheveled state. his body is sprawled across yours; his head finding a comfortable resting place against the softness of your stomach, while his arms are securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though afraid you might disappear.

"yur sho pretty babe," he mumbles, the words slurred but filled with a child-like sincerity. his voice is a low rumble against your skin, sending a warm tingle down your spine. and although the baby blues of his eyes are slightly glazed over from the alcohol, they still hold a look of pure adoration as they meet yours. "sho gorgshus."

"thank you baby," you giggle, unable to scold him for drooling on your shirt like a child. normally, you would say something, but you decide to save it for when he's sober. "you're wetting my shirt, though."

"oh noooo!" his eyes widening in mock horror as he quickly springs up from his comfortable perch on your tummy. the throbbing headache that had led him to collapse on top of you is momentarily forgotten, his focus now solely on rectifying the situation.

"let's take it off then!" he ushers with an eager enthusiasm, his charming boyish grin spreading across his face like a radiant sunrise. he lifts the hem of your shirt in a hurry, as if the mere thought of undressing you is a thrilling adventure, a shared secret between the two of you.

despite your best efforts, the allure of a man in the throes of love, fueled by the intoxicating effects of alcohol, is a force that cannot be easily ignored. it wraps around you like a warm embrace, pulling you closer and blurring the lines between reason and desire. within seconds, you find yourself beneath him, breathless from the fits of giggles he's elicited while removing your shirt.

"looking reaaal nice baby," he whispers, leaning in to kiss the spot beneath your ear and down to your neck. "claire and clementine."

who in god's name is claire and clementine?

confused, you use the hand that was previously caressing his hair to gently tug his head up, only to find his eyes fixated on your chest.

"claire and clemen— oh my god. satoru!"

[writing-wh0re]

“My pathetic little baby, all tied up.”

♥pairing: sukuna, gojo, toji, nanami & geto

♥ summary: “The JJk men and their favourite sex toys”

♥ warnings: smuty 18+ blurbs, use of sex toys: bondage, ball gag, dildo, wand vibrator, cock ring, remote vibrator, sex toy in public, oral (male and female), unprotected sex, praise kink, slight degradation, breif mention of creampie, use of petnames: baby, pet, princess, sir and daddy.

♥ wc: 1,742

♥ masterlist

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♥ Sukuna - Sukuna had surprised you with a few sex toys, always wanting to test your limits, see how many times you could cum for him. However his favourite is bondage, he loves tying you to the bed, your wrists and ankles tied with silk restraints. Your mouth gagged with a smooth silicone red ball. Sukuna doesn’t believe in blind folds, wanting to make sure he can see your reaction to everything, the way your eyes roll back when he touches you softly, so soft that if you weren't touch starved you wouldn’t feel it. You’re thankful he doesn’t like blindfolds because nothing gets you more wet than watching him jerk off to your restrained body. 

Sukuna loves eye contact. It is intense and it sends goosebumps over your skin. He keeps his gaze locked on you while he teases himself, pulling his length, his thumb brushing against the head of his cock, a smirk dances across his lips as you whimper, pulling on the silk. 

“Please sir.” You whimper is barely audible against the ball gag, small waterfalls of saliva falling from the sides of your mouth. 

He would be lying if hearing you beg wasn’t the best thing he’s heard in centuries. His cock twitches in his hand at your pleas. Sukuna is quick to move closer to your body, running his finger nails up and down your thighs. He pinches the smooth skin as jolts shoot through your body. 

“My pathetic little baby, all tied up.” 

“Begging like a whore” 

“So desperate for my touch.” 

You nod, wiggling your hips, you glistening pussy on full display for him. 

He hovers his hand over your mound close enough to feel the warmth of his skin. His other holding your chin between his fingers keeping your eyes locked with his, you don’t dare flick them away, needing him to touch you. 

Your moan vibrates against the gag strapped to your lips. His finger slowly drags across your clit, the movement sends a shiver down your spine, having been untouched for days and bound for hours. 

“Fucking soaked for me aren’t you pet.” 

You nod as his speed picks up, your head falls back out of his grasp, your eyes fluttering closed. 

Sukuna tuts, pulling his hand away from you, wrapping it around his cock again. 

“You pulled away baby, now you’re watching me.” 

You groan against the gag, your body falling hot, frustration filling you as you watch him jerk his dick. His head tilts back, lips parted and muscles flexing, your name falling from his lips. You wiggle against the restraints, needing to be touched. 

Sukuna laughs, leaning over your body as he continues to pump his cock. His lips brushing against your ear, his warm breath fanning against your cheek. 

“Pathetic.” 

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♥ Gojo - Gojo had felt that when you’re fucking it’s not fair that you aren’t all the way filled with cock. So when he bought you a dildo, it only felt right to use it while you sucked his dick, he loves being able to control it, having you moan around him as he slips the silicone in and out of your drenched cunt. 

“Fucking look at you baby.” 

Your head hangs off the side of the bed, your legs spread wide. Gojo’s body is hovering over you, one arm supporting his body weight as the other plays between your legs. Slipping the purple silicone cock in and out of you, he pulls it from you, using the tip to circle your clit. 

You moan around his cock, earning a moan from his lips. You lean your head further back, taking him deeper. He thrusts his hips into your throat, your gag causing him to slide the dildo into you roughly. Your body jolts at the action as he coo’s you. 

“Such a good girl.” 

Your eyes water, lips hallowing around his cock, your tongue swiping side to side. 

Gojo is fixated on your pussy, watching your cunt swallow the purple toy, your walls tight around it, covering it in a sheen of wetness. 

Your brain short circuits when you feel his tongue flick against your clit. 

“Fuck ‘toru.” Your nails dig into his thighs, a groan vibrating against your pussy. 

“You’re so hot baby, taking two cocks.” 

Your hand wraps around his dick, pumping him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip. 

His lips suck against your clit, your legs shaking as he angles the dildo to hit your g-spot. 

“Just like that.” 

Gojo continues flicking his tongue on your clit. You slip his cock past your lips, hollowing your cheeks around his member. Your legs close around him, his free hand holding them open as his tongue speeds up on your clit. Your body falls hot and tense, your mind cloudy as you cum around the silicone. Your moans are muffed as they vibrate around his cock.

Gojo kisses your clit, slowly rocking the dildo in and out of you, his eyes never leaving the silicone that’s glistening with your cum. 

He looks down at you, your cheeks flushed, spit covering your lips and his cock disappearing into your throat. 

“So good to me.” He pulls back, leaving the dildo buried inside of you. Both of his hands hold your face as he rocks his hips using your throat to chase his release. 

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♥ Toji - Toji loved nothing more than making you cum, he loved the sounds you make for him. 

Only him. 

So you weren’t surprised when he came home with an array of sex toys to trial. You favourite being the large wand vibrator. Although Toji was mean when he used it, he would always press it against your clit while fucking you but the moment you were close he would take the toy away. 

“What baby, is daddy's cock not good enough?”

He would taunt you, he would want you to tell him how much you needed him, how good he made you feel. He loved the wand just as much as you do, he loved that it made you vibrate against him. But he wasn’t about to be replaced by a toy. 

God forbid he ever saw you use it when he wasn’t home. 

“Feels good daddy, so good.” 

Toji smirks, his thumb caressing your face before placing the toy between your bodies, swirling it around your clit, pressing it against the bundle of nerves as he thrusts into you. His thrusts rocking the wand, your body wiggling at the overload of pleasure. 

Toji feels you tighten around him, moving the toy away as your pussy squelches, a frustrated groan leaving your lips. 

“Daddy, please, need to cum.” 

Toji only chuckles, fucking you faster. Your moans fill the bedroom in a chorus the sound of him fucking your tight pussy accompanying them. 

“Since you said please.” Toji smiles, flicking the wand up a speed and placing it against your clit. Your back arches off the bed, his lips wrapping around your nipple, teeth pulling on the skin. 

“Cover my cock baby, cum for daddy.” 

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♥ Nanami - You were warming Nanami up to the idea of sex toys. You’re thankful he was open to it and was willing to try the cock ring, one that had an attachment to brush against your clit. 

“Feels so good.” 

Nanami had your legs pressed against his chest, ankles resting on his shoulders. His hands wrapped around your hips, your fingers digging into the comforter. 

“Fuck.” Nanami throws his head back, moving his hands from your hips and wrapping his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to him, his cock slipping deeper into your pussy. 

The ribbed nub of the cock ring brushes against your clit roughly with each thrust, the vibrating swirling around Nanami’s cock, transfering to you. 

“F-faster” You whimper. Nanami chuckles, turning the cockring up one speed and thrusting into you faster. 

“Think you can take it baby?”

You simply nod, wonton moans falling from your lips. Nanami’s muscles flex with each thrust, his arms tightening around your legs as they twitch within his grasp. The humm of the cock ring fills the air, both of you moaning and breathless. Nanami keeps his pace, he accompanies the nub of the cock ring with his thumb, rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Going to fill you baby.”

You moan at his words, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum fill you. Having it slowly drip out of your pussy, feeling him inside you for the rest of the night. 

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♥ Geto - You loved when Geto was in control, especially when he would use the remote controlled vibrator on you while you sucked his dick. You didn’t expect for him to suggest wearing it to the supermarket, intrigued and turned on, you agreed. 

Thankfully the small buzz was hidden over the music, pa system and people within the supermarket. 

“Fuck.” You whisper, gripping the shelf that houses the spices. 

“What is it baby?” Geto fringes concern, a few patrons walking down the aisle past you. You smile weakly at the couple as they walk past you quickly. You shoot daggers at Geto, his sly smirk across his face. He takes your hand from the shelf, lacing your fingers together. 

“Doing so well.” 

He increases the speed, your nails digging into the back of his hand as you bite your lip. Geto pulls you to his chest, kissing the side of your head. He pulls away from you, slowing the pace down and taking the shopping cart down the aisle. You breathe deeply before following behind your tall boyfriend. 

Your legs start to feel weaker, the vibration sending tingles down your body. 

“Geto.” Your voice strains as you hold onto the shopping cart, the speed having increased. 

“My name always sounds so pretty on your lips baby.” 

“Please.” 

Geto smiles at you, brushing your hair away from your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“You’ll have my cock soon enough princess.” 

Your eyes lock with his, leaning forward to softly peck his lips before he pulls away from you. A few people are now in the same aisle as you. 

“C’mon baby, we dont have much left on the list.” Geto smiles, pushing the cart as the vibrator continues its speed, a mix of up and down patterns now flowing through you. You hope to god you can make it through this, needing, wanting and borderline begging to cum.

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[isamoa]

toji was never into the idea of having pets. he was already struggling to take care of megumi—why add to his troubles of yet another mouth to feed? he saw no use for them; a waste of time and an even bigger waste of money.

and of course his view hadn't changed when he met you. he still only saw them as slimy 'good for nothings. but unfortunately for him, you already had a dog long before the two of you got together.

unlike his hardheaded father, megumi loved animals. especially dogs.

toji figured it wouldnt hurt to let him bask in the company of something so foreign-at least for a little while. he adored your little pup. and maybe you too.

over time, toji grew to adore you as well. what he had planned on keeping strictly no-strings-attached, blossomed into something far more enjoyable. but alas, you still had that filthy animal.

it wasn't supposed to be anything special, just a small fling that he hadn't anticipated on continuing any further. he tried his best to fight the urges of maybe it just not being worth it-ultimately letting his love for megumi conquer his stubborn hatred for animals and repetitive cycle of jumping from woman to woman.

toji swore the universe was out to get him.

well maybe not the entire universe—but definitely your dog.

regardless of his countless attempts of getting it through the animals tough, yet tiny skull, that he just didn't like the thing -it still found its way back to toji. every damn time.

he was starting to grow tired of it. really.

"y/n, come get this damn dog." he'd yell from his position on the couch, hoping his familiar pleas would gain your attention from down the hall. he had already tried pushing the puppy off, shooing it away in hopes to go play with megumi who was sitting on the floor below

with much thanks from toji, you would quickly come to the manbaby's aid; grabbing the energetic dog from his lap with a roll of your eyes.

"’gumi’s been trying to get that things attention all morning. it won't leave me alone."

it wasn't until you had gotten pregnant that he slowly started to warm up to the dog. or at least stopped referring to the poor puppy as 'it.'

toji thought it was cute how they would constantly stay by your side during the pregnancy, always laying nearby like he somehow knew of what was going on.

but he would never admit that to you. instead, maybe he was just grateful that the dog was finally bothering someone other than him.

[mymegumi]

I JUST WANT YOU (FOR MY OWN) ෆ KAMO CHOSO

⠀ warnings: no jujutsu au, situationship/fwb to lovers

⠀ event masterlist ෆ

“please, please stop telling yuuji to do his mariah carey impression, i can only handle so much of his screeching.” you moan, hands over your ears as you tread up the stairs of choso and itadori’s shared apartment. the pink-haired male is still happily singing along to the woman’s christmas hit, but at a much farther distance away so you can hardly hear it now.

“i wouldn’t have had to do that if you didn’t eat the last cookie from yesterday night.” choso says, peeking his head out from the hallway at the top of the stairs, eyebrow raised as he gives you an accusing look. “i even said i was saving it.”

“okay,” you mutter, swiping at his knee playfully as you walk past him to his bedroom, “calling dibs on it while i’m not around means nothing to me.”

choso is sprawled out on the bed when you reach his bedroom, the walls a contrasting dark blue to the light beige carpeting. his bedsheets are, as men are so often predictable, a dark navy with the odd pairing of gray pillowcases. there’s a collection of random objects and souvenirs living on his nightstand, but also scattered among them are your own things, as you’ve come to spend just as much time at choso’s apartment as your own.

“yeah,” he mutters, “well, i didn’t think you were heartless. taking a man’s cookie like that.”

you laugh, falling onto his body and relishing in the way his arms wind around your waist, holding you to him as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.

it’s strange—your not-quite relationship with choso. since the two of you have known each other, you’ve been magnets that just couldn’t stay away from one another, and yet neither of you have ever labeled what you were. there was exclusivity in your situation, but there wasn’t a label. you’d only sleep with him and vice versa, and yet there was no girlfriend-boyfriend feeling, no security in the fact that he could technically walk away from you at any minute.

you sigh softly, burying your face in his neck just enjoying the musky smell of him when you feel him shuffle a bit, as if moving to reach something. “you okay? want me to move?”

you can feel, more than you can see, him shake his head, body moving ever so slightly as you feel his hand come up to rest on the back of your head. “you’re okay, don’t worry.”

content to keep your wandering mind to yourself for once, you close your eyes sleepily as you imagine he’s on his phone doing who knows what. there was a point that you had worried maybe he was texting other girls, trying to find a connection that felt better than yours, but there was too much else to be worrying about—other things that required your time and energy and honestly, protecting your peace felt good. not stressing about his every move and his loyalty as a man that wasn’t truly yours was a lot nicer than being anxious about it. instead, you just wanted to enjoy his warmth and listen to his heart beating instead.

it’s this feeling, the feeling of the steady thump of his heart, that lulls you into a light sleep. dancing across your eyelids are you and choso, hands laced and heads pressed together as you laugh and whisper softly, secrets and joys shared between you both.

with a light jostling, choso wakes you with a soft ‘hey’ and unknown amount of time later. blinking, you look up at him as he presents something to you, a small velvet box with cursive gold embossment on the top of it. it makes your breath catch because despite the fact that the two of you have bought each other meals, and occasionally a sweater or a shirt, this was far fancier than what you’d bought him for christmas. you’re quickly snapped from your sleepy reverie to glance between the box and choso’s face in disbelief.

what you’d gotten him for christmas was just a nike hoodie that you had thought he would look good in, and that you were excited to take when his scent was more ingrained in it. while it was a self-indulgent gift, he enjoyed seeing you in his clothes and you were more excited to see his face when you wore it, than you were to see him actually open his gift.

“choso,” you murmur, eyes warily traveling from the velvety red box to his eyes. “you didn’t have to get me something so fancy.”

he didn’t have to get you anything at all, really. did situationships normally give each other gifts for christmas?

“i wanted to.” he mumbles, red slowly rising on the apples of his cheeks as he nudges the box in your direction. “open it, before i die of embarrassment.”

“you look like you’re going to die of embarrassment right now.” you tease, leaning up on one arm to gently take the box from him and laughing as he covers his face with an arm. the velvet is gentle against your fingertips and you notice that you’re shaking, suddenly realizing you’re almost scared to see how precious this gift is.

“i feel like i’m going to.” the words are muffled against his arm and with every breath, his chest is rising and falling sharply. you rub a soothing hand on his chest as you lift the lid of the little box, your own breath catching in your throat.

inside plush black satin, resting ever so prettily are a thin golden necklace and a matching bracelet. even with the limited natural light in choso’s room, the dainty bands sparkle, as if there was a spotlight hidden somewhere to show off their beauty. somehow, as if it were possible, the necklace and the bracelet aren’t the most surprising thing in the box. scrawled on a piece of paper in choso’s messing handwriting, is the simple phrase ‘will you be my girlfriend?’ in black ink. the question makes your heart flutter and immediately your eyes lock with his.

“are you serious?” you ask, mouth agape in sheer surprise. the tips of his ears have flushed bright red, by this point, and he nods shyly as he fiddles with the waistband of your pants. “oh my god, of course!”

you’re moving before you know what’s happening, choso leaning up to wrap you in a tight hug. his arms are wound around you, face buried in your neck as you laugh gently, closing the box and putting it on his sheets, content to put it on when he’s released you from his grasp.

“i was so nervous you were going to say no.” choso whispers into your neck, fingers gripping your clothes.

you shake your head. “i’d be stupid to say no.”

“merry christmas.” he leans back, eyes twinkling and the blush still ever present on his cheeks and ears. “i love you.”

pressing your lips together, hands pressed to both of his cheeks to pull him into you, you can feel a tightness in your chest lifting. his lips are as soft as they always are, lightly taste of vanilla and chocolate, and they slot perfectly against yours—just as he is perfect for you.

“i love you. merry christmas, choso.”

[saintobio]

bf!sukuna who knows you love taylor swift, so he surprises you with a ticket to the eras tour on your birthday even though he claims pop music to be an abomination to this world. on the day of the concert, he tells you that wearing a travis kelce jersey is the closest thing you’ll get him to wear to try and be a part of the crowd, and insists that heavy metal music is still heaps better than whatever this bs is. he pretends to look bored throughout the concert, sighing and rolling his eyes each time you look back at him. when, the truth is, he actually enjoys how fun and loud the crowd can get. he also doesn’t understand why girls were randomly giving him these so-called ‘friendship bracelets’, but doesn’t mind that half his arm is almost full of it. he keeps reminding you that isn’t his scene and that he’s only there for you, when he knows he loves watching you sing your heart out on every song, taking candid videos of you so he can post it in his ig story with the caption, “at least my baby’s happy”. you turn around just as he posts it and laugh as you catch him singing the lyrics to fearless.

[lilacrwses]

▸ Sweet Encounter

summary: The divine dogs always stay with megumi. But with the sweet unfamiliar scent filling the place, they couldn’t help but to go to it, and neither can Megumi.

ft: Megumi, and the cute lil’ dogs

note: I had fun making this one:>

The rays of the sun were covering the whole park, it wasn’t too hot, wasn’t too cloudy, and it was just the perfect weather for Megumi to walk his divine dogs.

He was on a day off, hoping for a peaceful day with his pets; no unexpected curses, no annoying people, and no gojo sensei pestering him to get a s/o…

Megumi was about to sit in the nearest bench for a break until instead he was pulled in a strong motion by his dogs losing grip on the leashes.

He cursed under his breath knowing that this doesn’t happen unless there is a curse nearby.

•••

You were in a park although you’re not supposed to. Well, you can’t help that you’re lost in this big city. The higher-ups had to transfer you to Tokyo for your work, but you were having trouble finding the school.

You felt a huge energy leaped on your back, and immediately turned to the enemy—dogs?

Your eyes softened and the two pets wiggled their tail rubbing their fur in your pants.

You can’t help but to squat and sit in the grass for a while. You assumed that they have someone taking care of them since they smelt good.

You booped their noses. “You guys are making trouble for your owner hm?” You giggled when they whined, ears were down for a while as if they understood what you were saying..

You heard someone panting behind your back and turned your head towards it, you saw a raven haired boy with such pretty lashes catching his breath.

“Must be your owner.” You smiled to the dogs and stood up from the grass pulling their leashes taking a closer step to the boy.

Megumi questioned his intuition, it was not an ugly curse that his dogs found, instead, it was someone opposite.

“I’m sorry, did they give you trouble?” He scratched his head a slight blush tinged up his cheeks.

“Oh, no! They did surprise me but they’re the sweetest.” The dogs barked at your reply moving circles around you, you giggled at their antics.

Oh your laugh

Megumi doesn’t know why his heart just fluttered.

“I must get them now.” This reply is so megumi, your eyes blinked twice before giving the dogs to him. The dogs were cute, you were hoping to at least play with them for a bit. But it seems their owner is quite strict with them, and you still have some school to find.

As you bid goodbyes to the dogs and to Megumi, you heard a whine and it didnt felt a second the dogs were again by your side.

“Your dogs must adore me.” You giggled petting their head. It was quite unusual for the divine dogs to stick with such person they don’t know of.

It piqued megumi’s interest into the next level.

He has nothing to do anyways. “Are you heading somewhere? We could acompany you. I-if it’s okay of course.” He looked away.

“Sure, why not. I was also just waiting for someone.” you shrugged your shoulder.

you both started walking away from the park you felt your sweat drop when the divine dogs were practically scooting you closer to Megumi which made you stumble. Don’t worry! Megumi’s hands were there to hold your waist preventing you from falling further!

“I’m so sorry about that, they aren’t usually….persistent about something.” You laughed it out saying that you didn’t mind. Megumi was about to ask something but your phone started ringing.“Hello? Yes, Gojo sensei. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Hearing a familiar name Megumi’s ears perked up in surprise.

‘Jujutsu student transfer…He must be waiting for sensei.’ he thought. He remembered when Gojo mentioned someone transferring it must be you, what a coincidence.“You’re the transfer student aren’t you?” You just finished your call. Dumbfounded and not knowing what to say, you stare at him blankly.

“You know Gojo san?” Megumi nods. ‘If he knows Gojo sensei he must be a sorcerer’. “I’m L/n Y/n, I’m a first year at Jujutsu tech.” You introduced yourself.

Gojo told you that he wouldn’t be around at this moment since the higher ups had gave him a mission.

Tapping some things at your phone you were surprised when you felt a light push from your back making you stride closer to the raven haired boy. If Megumi was a little more closer he could probably see the light pink tint on your cheeks.

It was a good thing you instantly leveled yourself with the cute big puppies.

“It was nice meeting you guys, you were so kind to accompany me even though you were having a walkie. I’ll be leaving now.” Not wanting to trouble them further you. You looked at Megumi and back at the dogs who were tilting their heads not distracted by your beauty.

You kissed the dogs goodbye and they were wiggling their tails. Megumi has never been jealous with his dog.

You waved at him before leaving but it seemed that the dogs were following you instead of their owner. “I’m so sorry, I promise they’re not this welcoming!.” He put his hands up. You laugh at the cute antics.

You pat the white puppy first and then the other one

“I guess you might have to take me on a date with these cuties, they probably won’t be leaving me alone anytime soon.” You controlled yourself from smiling too hard as you felt your cheeks heat up saying that.

“I guess I might actually. Well, my shikigami’s aren’t the only one who’ll want you around often.” The tips of his ears began to heat up. He then coughed beginning to say something.

“And for the next following dates it’ll be just the two of us.”

Maybe Gojo’s plans of getting Megumi an s/o worked out better than expected.

[koishiro]

# — scrolling through Pinterest when I came across this photo, and a thought struck me,

What if your boyfriend, Ryomen Sukuna, had a reversible octo plushie that you gifted him to help him with his ‘anger issues’ as you put it.

“I’on need this stupid thing,”

Ohoho but did that stop him from using the thing?

Every time you look at the plushie its face has been flipped. And you damn well know your boyfriend’s mood matches.

[sonarspace]

the last night, suguru geto

a/n: read part 1 before for a better experience! lowkey kinda just rambled but enjoy. warnings: angst (sad? hurt?) slight nsfw wc: ~ 400

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 part of you knew that night that your suguru would be gone forever. replaced by the suguru that resented humans. resented what they did to his friends.

that last night. the way he held you. the way he pushed into you. slowly. trailing kisses over your jaw, your collarbone and the swell of your boobs. his hand clasping yours as he pushes it by your head. his eyes fixed on yours. your lips parted letting out sounds of pure bliss.

asking him for more. and he gives it to you. all of him in that moment, all he had to offer. “this is all of me, for you” he pants as he pushes into you. deeper this time.

tears lining your eyes. cause in your heart you knew this was the end of something. unsure in the moment. but the feeling nags at your heart and tears fall down to your cheeks. he wipes them away with his thumbs. “don’t cry,” he whispers.

“i’m here, i’m here.” he coos. the pleasure taking over all your senses. unable to stop the tears. he’s confused. “am i hurting you?” he stops moving. you let a whine. so close. “i’m okay. please. don’t stop.” you huff squeezing his hand.

you cum soon with a whine of his name and he follows suit. your name on his lips like a prayer. his body weight comforting. like a warm blanket. he peppers the space between you jaw and shoulder with kisses. “i love you,” after each kiss.

you fall asleep. soothed by his confession on your skin. years from now you’ll look in the mirror and miss the marks he’d leave on your skin. his love bites. the hickeys he would purposefully leave on your neck so he could see you getting all squirmy and shy the next morning. he holds you in the night. your last time in each other’s arms. your last love confession. early morning light and he’s kissing you a see you soon. but your suguru didn’t return.

he returned with the blood of hundreds on his hands and twin girls by his side. he made his choice then. this chapter of your life up in flames before you could try and put it out. you returned to it often though. gathering the ashes. trying to keep the memory of your suguru alive. even if he wasn’t.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

a/n pt.2: likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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[christalcake]

It's never easy

The air around you is cold, tiny snowflakes fall from the sky above you.  Winter was always your favorite season, enjoying the white powder sprinkling the streets, how you could finally wear your thick sweaters whenever you wanted, and how the holiday season always had something magical about it.  

You’ve stopped to enjoy the beautiful window display at your local bakery store, pointing out the assortments of pastries you’ll most likely be buying for the office party, when you look up to your friend.  

The sight alone is breathtaking, not one to usually smile or show his emotions, he stands under the store lights, a beautiful smile on his face, and his cheeks and the tip of his nose red from the cold.  

“You should smile more.” 

You’re awakened by the conversation outside your room and the sounds from the machines around you.  It’s something you’ve grown accustomed to since you were admitted to the hospital a couple of months ago.

Once you sit up, your gaze lowers as one of your hands lays flat against your growing stomach, cherishing the small life growing within you.  The physical manifestation of the love you and your partner have for one another, exchanging the dangerous world life of a sorcerer for a simple life, a family life.  It was everything you hoped it would be.  

Suddenly, a figure walks across your room and finds a place to sit on the edge of your bed.  A hand reaches towards you, soft fingers interlock with yours and cause you to look up.  Before you can even utter a single word, he shakes his head to stop you from speaking and gives you a tender smile. 

His hand gives you a tight squeeze before moving to lay his palm flat against your covered stomach.  His smile only grows wider feeling the little one moving as if the child could sense the familiar presence and in return, their tiny feet push upwards so their father could feel their precious presence.   

It’s these tiny moments, simple touches, gentle smiles, and the love that envelop the both of you…  Ready to give up everything you know, just to enjoy the peaceful life that happily awaits the both of you. 

He lets go of your belly and his hands reach up to cup both of your cheeks in his palm, allowing the pads of his thumbs to brush along your cheeks, attempting to bring your face closer to his. 

The gentle pressure of tiny feet kicking your bladder, causes you to chuckle and pull away slightly.  As you look into his green eyes, the sight that only moments ago filled you with such joy, you can feel the sense of sorrow slowly replacing it. 

He shakes his head again already aware of what you are going to do, and tries to distract you by pulling you closer to his chest.  

His palms are warm and soft against your cheeks, soothing your worries that somehow you failed to notice.  You find yourself even more confused as the pads of his thumbs smooth away the stray tears that are staining the apple of your cheeks. 

Wait, when did you start crying?  Why are you crying? 

You try to pull away,...   

“Don’t,...”  it’s the first thing he says, his voice so soft and filled with pain.

Your gaze flicks back up, searching within his eyes to see if they are hiding anything from you.  Something wasn’t right, missing from his gaze…  The small light that usually casts such a distinct glow around his irises, is gone. 

It finally dawns on you, the air around you is quiet…  The usual chatter from the hospital staff outside, the beeping from those machines in the corner of your room…  The fetal monitor that would echo each of your baby’s movements…. 

Your heart skips a beat, your cheeks grow warmer and a new wave of tears comes forth. 

His lips quiver for a moment, but he regains his composure to ensure you don’t break further.  Your hands reach up, fingers interlocking with his as he still holds your cheeks. The small whimpers that you make tear at his already broking heart.

Your rock, the other half of your very soul…  The person that you’ve had by your side since he agreed to that first date. 

One of his hands leaves the comfort of yours, reaching into his pocket, and pulls out something wrapped in that familiar handkerchief of his.  He lays the object on your lap before pulling you forward and capturing your trembling lips against his own.  

The kiss is chaste, a bittersweet feeling lingers as you try to remember the shape of his lips, his taste, and his warmth against yours.  You don’t want to part, but your senses come to when you feel your lungs burn and ache for the air they desperately cry for.  As you both break the kiss, you refuse to pull too far, wanting to feel his breath tickle your bottom lip. 

“I-I…” you try to speak, if only the lump would dislodge from your throat.  “I promise to do laundry every day…  I’ll make sure your favorite coffee mug is washed and stored in its usual spot.” 

More tears sting the corner of your eyes, and your breath hitch when you feel his fingers cup your chip.  

“I-I’ll make sure to care for Itadori as best I can.” your voice trembles once again but you try to compose yourself before looking up at him and giving him a tearful smile.  “I promise you…  I love you so much.” one of your hands takes his and places it on your stomach.  “We both love you.” 

“Thank you.” 

His voice echoes into the back of your mind, while you suddenly come to.  The chatter from outside your room returns, followed by the beeping coming from the machines.  You’re still stuck in a semi-daze, staring at the edge of your bed where he was sitting. 

Movements from within your belly seem to help break the spell you found yourself in.  Wiping the tears that stuck to the corner of your lashes before looking down.  The object that was wrapped in the familiar leopard print handkerchief was still on your lap.  Your hands stayed frozen in place until you found the courage to lower them and grab it.  

“The ability to speak with any souls before they cross over.” his expression remained the same, but his eyes showed a hint of curiosity. 

“I always thought it was a weird ability.” you chuckle sweetly, remembering all those strange moments as a child when spirits would desperately find you and request your help to pass on one last message to loved ones.  “But as I grow older…  I find it a little more comforting.  Being able to help someone find closure, with someone’s final message.” 

Your body trembles as you break down crying again, holding his watch close to your chest.  The message engraved on the inner surface of the watch is still left intact, with no scratches or splatter on the metal.  Everything seemed perfect, but the hands remained still…  

[21:25] 

“You never know, I may actually find my own use in my abilities someday.” you aren’t sure why that left your mouth, but you turn back to look at him and smile.  “Anyways, how about that date Kento?”

[kenthoescore]

I have this idea for a while, where Satoru would be lukewarm in a relationship. Like he loves you but fails to show it to you because he believes that showing you his vulnerable side would taint his image of being the "strongest" and because of that he neglects you unconsciously.

[teddybeartoji]

touching teeth with gojo. sounds weird i know but my beloved biters and chewers just stay with me here okay. you're both sitting on your bed in the dim-lit room, the only light being the computer screen on the floor. there's some music playing quietly in the background but it's all muffled in – your focus being on the man sitting before you.

his pupils are blown wide and his lips are parted, deep breaths slipping from between them. his chest is rising and falling fast, the excitement bubbling in it, ready to burst. you're facing him, sitting on the bed with your knees tucked underneath you. you're not doing any better than he is – you're heaving like he is, eyes so big and wide, fingers itching to feel him already.

you don't really remember how you ended up here but that doesn't matter. his lips strech into a hungry smile, the rows of perfect teeth flashing you teasingly. he knows you're ready to lunge because he's ready to lunge. you lean forward an inch and he does the same. everything is so slow, the clock in your room has stopped in its track, the music has gone quiet. your own lips mirror the smile the boy in front of you is sporting and you see something flicker in his eyes. curiosity? want? need? a mixture of all of them? they drop down to your mouth and he gulps. you look delicious. he looks delicious. it's a feast.

you part your lips and he automatically opens his wider too, completely mirroring you. you lean closer, he leans closer. the distance between you isn't there anymore, you can smell his cologne, fuck – you can almost taste him. your own eyes flick to his mouth and as if your hand has a mind of its own, it raises to touch his soft flesh.

satoru's breath hitches, feeling your fingers against him. you slowly drag them all over his mouth, pushing and pulling his lips until they're properly pink and a little bit swollen. he's really panting now, sounding a bit like a dog. a puppy, eager to play. a cub, eager to bite.

he can't tear his eyes from your lips either, he's intoxicated. he's addicted, and you only make it worse when you sink your teeth into them. he lets out a quiet little groan, from the depths of his throat, making your grin stretch even wider.

your hand cradles his face, tracing over his cheekbone before resting on his jaw. your thumb pokes at his bottom lip, the quiet open up, baby coming from you is making him feel dizzy but he obeys nonetheless. his mouth opens wider than before, displaying the sharp canines you've been thinking about for the longest time. oh, he's perfect.

you press your thumb inside his warm mouth, dragging it over his teeth, feeling the edges of them against your soft skin. satoru's eyes close as he fists the bedsheet underneath your bodies. he's so warm, and you feel yourself sigh when your thumb meets with his tongue. his lips lock you inside, his tongue swirling around your finger before he hollows his cheeks and sucks on it. you can't breathe anymore.

you've never been this enamoured with anyone before. he's sucking on you thumb, teeth gently grazing against it and you're in love with him. you tell him to open up again and he listens in a second, he's good like that. you tell him to look at you and he does – big beautiful doe eyes staring back at you, ready to do whatever you ask him to do. whatever you tell him to do. you award him with another smile and he just can't help but match your expression. there's spit all over his mouth and the desire to clean him up is eating you alive, but you have to wait. you need to take this slowly.

he's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and you love him. deciding to push him even further, you wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull it closer to yourself. he doesn't say anything, only observing and learning. you raise his hand to your mouth and you part your lips, inviting him in.

his leans forward with his whole body, hypnotized by the sight before him. you hold his hand with both of yours, molding his fingers into a fist, only leaving his pointer finger out. you guide him in, watching his adam's apple bob at the warm feeling. you guide him over your own canines, just as you'd done with his, letting him explore the inside of your mouth. his own hangs open and he looks so cute like this.

you take your hands off of him and watch him fall into the deep pit of hunger all on his own. his heavy finger presses down on the row of sharp edges, secretly wishing it'd drew blood. he runs his finger over the sides of your teeth, smoothly gliding over them causing the skin of your cheek bulge out. he tries to swallow the thing stuck in his throat but he can't. he feels like he's suffocating; gasping for air, gasping for more of you.

while he's focused on the finger disappearing into you, you take the time to trace of his lips again, promptly pushing through them and connecting you both. teeth and skin. wet and warm. his eyes glance up only to find you already staring at him and he feels himself harden in his pants.

gently, you bite down on his finger, he does the same. he gnaws on you and you do the same. it's romantic. it's erotic. you need more.

so, suddenly you move from your sitting position, pushing the boy in front of you down onto the soft bed. situating yourself over his abdomen, you press another finger into his mouth, reveling in the way his eyes roll back into his head for a moment. his finger is still locked between your sharp teeth, leaving deep dents in it. god, he wishes you'd draw blood. his free hand goes to your hip, squeezing the flesh so hard it'll bruise. you need more.

the room feels too hot, your bodies feel too hot. satoru feels like he's about to melt into the bed, your heavy gaze burning him alive. fingers press flat on his tongue and his eyes widen once more, and when you press them deeper into his mouth, down his throat – his hips buck under you. his eyes close as he tries his best to keep from gagging. you bite down on him harder and his eyes do another round around his skull. fuck.

cracking open his eyes, he's greeted with a big toothy grin. it's reaching your ears, and with the way your eyes shine in the dark room, it's a bit scary. is this the beast one might meet in a forest somewhere? the one that will eat and devour him? the one that'll open him up and consume him?

his heart thrashes in his ribcage, calling for you, reaching out to you. he's not the predator he thought he was; he's the oblivious prey, who walked into your love all on his own and who is now stuck in it.

it's not like he wants to leave anyway.

[skeletonapricationday]

Gojo Satoru blurb (smut)

The white haired man doesn't get much praise in his life. He's so strong that everyone just assumes he'll do it, that he'll be good at it, or he'll ace this, ace that. Everyone's high expectations leave Gojo working hard for no praise. All work and no play makes Gojo a very dull boy.

So late at night when it's just you and him, he begs you to praise him. Gripping your hips dangerously tight as you ride him. Your delicious juices dripping down his cock and onto his thighs.

"Please- mmmpf I'm your good boy." He whines needily. He rocks his hips upward, desperately meeting your thrusts. "Please-please praise me." He moans out with small tears pricking the sides of his eyes. Begging for you to praise him as you fuck him through another orgasm. Overstimulating him again and again.

"That's right baby you're my good boy." You moan on top of him, digging your nails into his chest. Throwing your head back as he cums inside you again. "That's it baby, is all this for me? Awee what a good job, from such a good boy." You coo, rubbing over the nail marks you made into his chest.

He smiles lazily and his abdominal twitches, his balls tightening up as you don't stop. Aiming to get more out of him. "I can't- oh please please, I'm all out." He whines and whimpers. Acting like it's too much when he truly enjoys it. You milk him dry all night.

Satoru is a praise man.

[apollostears]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ！︎ʽ︎ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢

‥︎ uhh idk what to call this. a blurb ? KEEP READING !

‥︎‥︎‥︎ ANGST

“i’ll change” he always said. in the beginning the words sounded promising—︎legit. now, as she catches him in yet another lie, “i’ll change” wretches itself from his chapped lips. the words fall with a loud thud on the cool tile beneath them. the weight of the untold lie weighing it down. she hears it. the same way you can hear when a bowling ball drops on a hard ground. he hears it too. but its a different sound. its the sound of something expensive begin bulldozed to the ground, shattered into unsalvageable pieces. it was the sound of her heart breaking, because she knew what he meant. “i’ll change, but not for you.”

…︎…︎…︎ ❛︎ toji, hawks, sanemi, suna, renji, ichigo, trevor belmont, eren + whoever else ❜︎

[reinersprozacbottle]

Which JJK man uses a baby voice in private with their girl?

This is very important. Science stuff. Contribute to science.

[tigerpeachs]

The way I keep thinking about Itadori being the most heart breaking man ever. The way I could picture him being in a relationship where he fell out of love and starts to peruse you.

The way he would be playful about it. Not letting the weight of the situation even touch you because of how much he’s in love with you. You don’t need to see the nasty text back and forth. You don’t need to see who he is when he’s with her.

You deserve the light warm and fun side of him. And if it means being cruel every once in awhile and ignoring your call so be it. He’s doing it to protect your feelings after all.

And when things take a turn, and you end up taking things physical, he can’t admit what’s happening. He can’t admit that he’s taken. Not when it comes at the cost of losing you.