#jjk/gn! reader

[huecomymundo]

Salutations! Welcome to my corner of the internet! I'm not new to tumblr, I've been around the block~ So here's what to expect from me:

Writing! Oc's! X Reader! This is a request blog! Send me your request, and I may or may not write it! I'm doing this for free, and will only have so many slots for requests.

This is an NSFW blog! If you are a minor, please do not interact with my NSFW or ask for it. You will not receive it.

Requests unspecified to be a: Drabble (short but sweet), Headcanon's, or a short story/scenario (full fics are not offered at this time, because that means 1000+ words and words are hard lol) will be randomly chosen by ~moi~ so if you want something specific, you MUST include it.

I only write x Male Reader or Gender Neutral for personal reasons. Besides.. There isn't enough Male Reader's out there. 😏

I'll have 5 slots open for requests.. Now, just straight up asking me a plain 'character x reader' is fine and dandy! but.. The more specific you are, the more I can write! Example: Kenpachi x Shy! Male reader going on a cute but embarrassing date (because Zaraki loves embarrassing him 💜) give's me more to work with since it gives me a set personality I can build around, instead of doing everything myself. Which I have no problems with!

You can request up to 9 character's max, but be aware that the writing will be shorter or vary in length.

It's acceptable to ask for:

-X reader (will be Male or Gender Neutral as a given.) Please specify if you want SFW or NSFW, and who's topping/bottoming in the NSFW scenario.

-Character x Character (Ships include: Kisuke x Aizen, Gin x Rangiku, Shunsui x Jushiro, Gojo x Geto, Yomo x Uta, you get it!) Self Inserts/OC x Character is something your better off commissioning me. I will not write your OC for nothing..

-Fetish writing (ex: Pregnancy/Mpreg, Cumflation, belly bulge, overstim, spit, more cum, bondage, all those lovely things.) If you have a specific kink you want written, then tell me about it.

-Fluff, Angst, or Slice of Life.. Etc. If you have something you specifically want, make sure to include it or you might not get what you want.

-An emotinally traumatic event. Such as death of a loved one, still birth, loss of a body part, so on. If it's anything extreme/beyond that, I will ask you to send me a DM/ask detailing on how you want me to go about it. I love writing about heavy subject's!

Don't be shy! I don't bite! This isn't an outline of what you should say in an ask, so don't worry if you go beyond what I've listed.

The fandoms I will loyally work for:

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Bleach

-Tokyo Ghoul

They are a large comfort margin to me as I am the most familiar with their universes, and the character's. I've written alot of personal fics and original character's with these fandoms, and I will die for them.

There is also a possibility you will see another fandom guest star here, or someone might just be so convincing I'll write for another fandom~

It's a bonus if you ask for a character whom is blorbo- meaning I'll write extra for them! The one's with hearts are my utmost favorites.

Which I'll list!

-Geto Suguru 💙

-Kenjaku💜

-Uta ❤

-Tokinada Tsunayashiro 💚

-Toji Fushiguro/Toji Zen'in

-Ulquiorra Cifer

-Aizen Sosuke

-Kisuke Urahara

-Gin Ichimaru

Those are the faves~ If thou ask, ye shall receive..

You may also inquire about my Oc's! I don't think anyone really cares if I do or don't list them, so if your interested send an ask for one or all three of the fandoms, and I'll blab about my kids.. My very tall, older than me kids.

Now everybody's least favorite- The things I won't do:

-Anything relating to Fem! Reader. I'm a gay man, and I love men. That is my preference, I don't have to write what I'm not comfortable with. If your unhappy about that, oh well! It's my blog, not yours. (I've written it for asks before, if your curious. Please do not ask for it.)

-Extreme/Gross fetishes. Meaning- anything to do with scat, watersports, diapers, de-aging.. You get the idea.

-ANYTHING, anything relating to sexual assult. I will absolutely not write about rape and never will. Everything I write is consensual. I will write a scenario where it's a agreed upon act between the character's and part of the foreplay. Consent is given and a relationship is established. There is no 'one party wants and the other doesn't.'

-I will not write about Minors in any sexual fashion, because no. Absolutely not.

-Abuse. I will not write physically abusing someone. They can do all the drugs they want, drink all they want, but they will not raise a hand against their lover. You can ask for past abuse, but I will not write present abuse.

-I will not kill a character just because You don't like them.

-Anything morally questionable, if the character isn't already so. If it's out of character, you must negotiate with me. (Being morally questionable, for someone like say, Kisuke, to murder someone. I need a reason why he would do such a thing.. But OOC is not something you need to negotiate with me, and can be asked for. Such an example, is cuddly Tokinada. That's fine.) Dead Dove content is not my thing, sorry.

That's it (for now) of what I won't do.

If you have any questions/comments/concerns about anything, feel free to DM me or send an ask!

I'm open to chat, but as I have a life I may have spaced out posting and replies. If you are pushy about your request it will take longer! Feel free to send an ask about your request if you are unsure if I got it.

If you are mean/disrespectful to me I have every right to block you without warning. I will not tolerate hate directed twords me and my audience.

FIVE OUT OF FIVE SLOTS TAKEN: check the pinned post for wip update's! Please be patient because writing takes time and thinking. I take my time so I can give quality writing. Remember I am a person too, and have a life outside of tumblr.

SLOT 1- Byakuya Kuchiki x Gin Ichimaru Fic (WIP, ask received!)

SLOT 2- Sub! Byakuya x Dom! Reader (WIP, ask received!)

SLOT 3- Shunsui/Ukitake Comforting M! Reader who had a really bad day, and is snappy! (Ask received!)

SLOT 4- Shinji getting his back blown out (Ask received!)

SLOT 5- Enemies To Lover's Top! Tokinada x Male! Reader /history is tense btwn these two 👀/ (Ask received!)

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[reignpage]

❀ In which husband!Nanami's ass is not safe around you

Kento knows to eye his surroundings when he ascends the stairs – it’s almost second nature now to look behind him. He does it at work too. Once. Twice. He scans the environment as if somehow he’ll find himself in a compromising position. So used to his habits, his colleagues find themselves picking it up too, looking for him, for something they wouldn’t recognise even if it was right in their face. What happens when he’s not on guard?

You happen.

“Sweetheart…I need to sort the fresh laundry out. Please no funny business.” Smiling, you’re the picture perfect image of an angel but your husband knows better. With his hands full, he can’t do anything about the hand reaching out towards him nor can he fight against the harsh smack that you land upon his behind. Jolting and with the tips of his ears burning, he shakes his head and sighs. “I see your strength has improved. Well done.”

Even when he’s cooking he’s not safe around you. You’ll creep up behind him and dive your face between his cheeks, ignoring his gasp. Motorboating the mounds, you giggle, squeezing and groping like it’s a stress toy. “Hmm, your ass is bigger than mine, Kenny. I’m so jealous.”

Making no attempts to remove you, he continues doing as he does and wonders where in this marriage he went wrong, that you’d be more interested in talking to his bottom than to him. He could tell you no, could tell you not to disturb him when he’s making dinner, and that he’s not the fondest of your attention to it, but instead he says, “Your ass is plenty big, my love.”

No hug with you is innocent. At first, your arms are wrapped around his torso, enjoying the hard wall of muscles of his back as you bury your face between his pecs. Soon, however, he’ll notice those arms descending ever so slowly, as if he wouldn’t know, as if he can’t feel the scratch of your nails and the tingling they elicit on his skin. Your hands will eventually find themselves resting on top of his buttocks for warmth. It happens sometimes when you’re out. People point and laugh. Kento holds you tighter. 

It gets worse in bed. At night, when he’s climbing into bed shirtless and wearing only pyjama bottoms, you wait to strike. He knows the routine at this point. If he doesn’t pin you to his front and constrict you into the spooning position immediately, you’ll pounce and dig your teeth into the flesh. The red marks he sees in the mirror the next day are a reminder of your hidden prowess, of the kind of beast he married, of your ability to bring him to his knees and have your way,

And that in and of itself is most likely the reason why he focuses so much on building his glutes in the gym, why he fights through the aches of doing squats and lunges whilst carrying heavy weights, why he buys more and more of the pants you claim hug his lower half in a delectable way, and why he doesn’t bother dodging your attacks though he can see them from a mile away. 

After all, to Nanami Kento, a man isn’t someone who avoids their wife’s odd interest in a specific body part of his; it’s someone who ever so slightly juts it out to grab your attention and smiles in relief when he realises your interest hasn’t waned at all despite all the years you’ve been together. Having learnt the hard way, he’s become a firm believer that it is his husbandly duty to simply brace for impact and become an award-winning actor with his winces, grunts, and mutters of ‘ouch’ and ‘gentle hands, dear, please’ that you seem to take pleasure in hearing. 

He supposes, if he really had to reflect on the matter, a marriage is a balance: for every squeeze, grope, and bite you land on him, he does to you. Ten-fold, actually, not that you seem to realise or care…maybe that was your devious plan all along. It’s getting harder and harder to tell who has the upper hand in this relationship. 

Though, he suspects it’s you. 

It’s always been you. 

[ruesol]

Boxer!Sukuna who makes you kiss his gloves before his match for good luck.

masterlist

His team had left the locker room and it was just the two of you now. You were sitting on a bench while he organized his bag. “I didn’t know you got so many freebies from your sponsorships.” In your hand, was a brand new boxing shoe that he received from UnderArmor for a sports shoot campaign.

“Eh, they’re not really what I need in the actual matches but I use them during training cause I don’t wanna waste ‘em,” he mumbled. He seemed to be more on edge than usual. During his last match, he lost by a landslide, having a sour taste in his mouth from the experience. He blamed you because you weren’t there to kiss his glove prior to the match.

You turn to look at him staring down at his gloves.

“Sukuna.”

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you. No smiles, just a deadpan expression. You walked towards him and held his face in your hands. You could tell he was nervous about the fight even though he had won so many before.

“Honey, what’s on your mind?” Your voice was sincere and comforting for him. “What if I’m in a slump? My last match was so bad. I’ve never lost like that. What if I’m on a losing streak now?”

You get on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. “Sukuna, you’ve worked hard have you not?” He nods. “And you feel like you’ve trained well this time.” He nods again. “Then why are you so worried? Is it because you were distracted last time?”

He sighs and wraps his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck in the process. “Look, I don’t know if you think it’s weird but when I see you outside the ring, I feel like I have a reason to win. It drives me to fight better. I had a really shitty day last time and when I didn’t see you I just didn’t feel like giving my all.”

Your heart felt like it was being torn to pieces after seeing your husband sulk. “I just felt burnt out. I was hoping that once I saw you then I’d feel better.”

You hugged him tighter and kissed his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sukuna, I promise I’ll never do that again.” You start rubbing your hand up and down his back in hopes to calm him down right before his match.

“Kiss my gloves for me?” he asks as he pulls away. You nod. He takes his boxing gloves out and places them in your hands. You leave a delicate kiss on each of them, your gloss leaving a small sparkly stain. He takes them from your hand and kisses them on the same spots as you did, maintaining eye contact with you throughout. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he says as he strokes your head.

You show him a teethy grin and nod.

“And you’re mine.” Your reply made him smash his lips to yours. “I’ll be sure to win now that you’re here.” He mumbled against your lips.

—

No thoughts. Just boxer!sukuna

[cuntphoric]

satoru is already hard when you reach for him, he’s been thinking about how you'll do him all day now and finally. he's sprawled out like a star on his bed, shirt halfway off, smirking excitedly. “you gonna play with it or just admire it, pretty baby?” he teases, breath hitching when your hand finally wraps around him.

you start slow on purpose, just watching the way his cock twitches every time you slide your thumb over the head. “fuuuck,” he groans, dropping his head back against the pillows. “you’re suuuuch a tease, i swear.”

his hips start to buck up into your fist, sloppy and needy. your hand’s slick and wetter now—he’s leaking like crazy, and every stroke makes a squelching sound that only makes him whine more. “shitshitshit, right there—don’t stop, don’t—fuck, i’m—!!”

he cums hard, thick and messy, all over your hand and his stomach. his abs flex, and he lets out a raw, fucked out moan, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead. “you’re evil,” he mumbles, laughing a little, voice wrecked. “marry me-”

“'toru!”

[chososrightnipple]

clingy gojo who is rarely ever seen without his arms encircling your waist

clingy gojo who practically molds his body into yours because the feeling of your skin on his is more intoxicating than any drug

clingy gojo whose lips are constantly pressed against your neck or shoulders whenever he’s not yapping

clingy gojo whose favorite position to cuddle is laying on top of you and listening to your heartbeat

clingy gojo who can’t go a day without hearing your sweet voice

clingy gojo who leaves his clothes at your place because even if he’s not touching you, his sweatshirt is

clingy gojo who is tortured by the idea of losing you so he spends as much time as he can preventing that possibility

just clingy gojo <3

[melodiesz]

Sukunas staring problem ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

pt.2: Sukuna needs to be around you <3

⊹₊⟡⋆ Thinking about Sukuna whose second pair of eyes never leave you… .

It doesn’t matter if you’re across the hall or right in front of him, he’s always sneaking glances at you. His eyes could be glaring at someone else or have the most disinterested look, but the pair below them would always remain on you with a look you could never fully uncover.

If you ever pointed it out he’d deny it, offended you could even consider that he doesn’t have full control over his body, especially for something so ridiculous.

Yet as soon as you turn away, without missing a beat, you can feel that sharp gaze landing on you again. This had to be on purpose now ..

It had started out a little unsettling, but it had grown to be a comforting feeling you were accustomed to by now. He refused to admit it, but it was the same for him. Always knowing you were safe and hadn’t run out on him.

Whether it be to give you a curious glance, a loving gaze, or just to be sure you were still there with him, Sukuna always kept at least one pair of his eyes on you no matter what—consciously or not.

જ⁀➴ tw:violence

.ᐟ when you walk in on him slaughtering someone, his eyes crazed as he slashes his target with terrifying precision, those bottom eyes flicker to you with a warm gaze so opposite from the one above them that it makes your head reel.

[ysaefinn]

There's overprotective, and there's Suguru Geto.

"Ah- you'll hurt your eyes, baby, let me handle it"

You're just about to start dicing your onion when Suguru comes up from behind you –fully enveloping you in his warmth– and gently rests his palm on the back of your clenched hand before prying the knife away.

"And this" He runs one long finger along the edge of the blade, from heel to tip "is too sharp for you"

..That damn tone.

Suguru only speaks to you this way when he's about to succumb to the voices, the ones that tell him to scoop you up to hold you in his palm forever, to lock you inside his rib cage and keep you warm, to hold you in his arms and never loosen his grip. You know your faith is set when he begins to rub his cheek against yours, a mother lioness and her little cub.

Smothering.

You have reason to believe that Suguru seriously considers baby proofing the house in its entirety.

"Suguru..." Your disappointed expression only gives him more fuel and now he's audibly cooing at you. How precious, the tiny little baby kitten in his palm, pouting so sweetly, how do you have the nerve to go around being so adorable and still act all inconvenienced and fed up when he finally gets his hands on you?

Suguru doesn't think it adds up, so he takes things into his own hands.

"I'll handle the rest, you should take a rest, baby"

He'll handle the rest? Seriously??

"Suguru, I haven't even started anything yet" you whine, and he runs a hand through your hair before pulling you against his chest.

Bastard, he knows what he's doing.

Your world shifted the day Suguru learned that his chest can also double as a tranquilizer.

Like a moth to a flame, ice in a fernace, you melt into him, every single time without fail.

Your tense figure immediately relaxes, the rumbling laughter that runs through his chest feels like a declaration of victory. You know that you have once again lost.

"There you go.." comes an almost taunting coo "isn't this so much better? I like you best this way" And it really, really is, it feels amazing, it feels wonderful being fussed over this much, cared for like this, coddled like a fragile little thing.

"I got here just in time. What if you got hurt, hm? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if my baby was harmed when I could have been there to stop it" the whispering voice of a siren, how you managed to stand your ground this long is a mystery to you, Suguru is a force to be reckoned with.

So you put up with it, and let him have his fun, let him play the role of the sweet doting overprotective husband, because like this, everyone wins and everyone is happy, he gets to care for you, you get to be cared for, perfect.

Aren't you both just a match made in heaven?

[emmyrosee]

imagine doing a hear me out cake with best friend yuji and putting his older brother sukuna there HELP HEAR ME OUT OKAY-

OH MY GOD YES-

Like you’ve got a ton of little cardboard cutouts of characters and people your mind has deemed worthy of your attention, right?? And you’ve kept him on his toes with a few shockers, like ino and someone who looks just a wee bit too close to nanami, and believe me, he’s got a few shockers up there too.

But then you hesitate. You rock on your heels, and yuuji notices and nods encouragingly, “you’ve got one more yeah? It can’t be that bad.”

So…. You put up a picture of sukuna, cut out from a Polaroid from your birthday party, where the tattooed man flips off the camera, the other arm draped around your shoulder.

Yuuji shrieks.

“YOURE LYING! W H A T?”

“I’m so sorry,” you manage beyond your cackles of laughter. You bury your face in your hands while yuuji screams into his hands. “MY BROTHER?! MY FLESH AND BLOOD?!”

“I can’t help it!” You whine among your laughter. “He’s just a beautiful specimen!”

Yuuji retches.

“The fuck’re you two bitchin’ and whinin’ about?”

You’re so distracted in your own laughter and apologies to yuuji you barely heard the footsteps of none other than sukuna himself, padding into the kitchen. One hand rests on the handle of the fridge, making the intricate ink of his tattoo bulge slightly, and his eyes are firm as he quirks a brow at you both.

“Is that fucking me?”

To your horror, you stop laughing as your brain registers Sukuna’s question. Your cheeks flare in heat, teeth sinking into your lip as you clear your throat softly.

Then, he smirks. He turns to reach into the fridge for a can of soda, closing the fridge with his hip before observing the cake. He nods before turning to look at you, index finger prodding your temple, “living rent free in this bitch, ain’t I?”

You swallow thickly. Sukuna winks at you before leaving to retreat back to his room, fingers cracking open the soda in the distance.

“How could you be into him!” Yuuji whines. “I mean, come on! It couldn’t have been choso? Me? You went with the worst sibling? The one with the most gnarly attitude and god, his farts-“

“Into him?” You ask yuuji. Then, you grin.

“I’m gonna marry him one day, Yuuji.”

[bluukive]

Can We Save Hex

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, please have an age in bio when interacting, jjk x gn!reader, explicit, what's the colour of the jjk men's tips?, down bad reader, some mutual pining

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, Geto

an - sugu my beloved

[reiyaus]

gender neutral intended

”of all the men in this world, you really had to choose this one?”

yaga grumbles, scratching his head as you kneeled sheepishly on the classroom floor. your fingers nervously tapped on the flesh of your thighs, mentally cursing satoru- who sat parallel to you- and glaring at him through your peripheral.

just minutes ago- your fingers were tangled in his hair (which you now want to rip off), your lips danced in sync with his (the very lips you wish to sew tight forever) as his toned arms caged you between him and the wall.

only minutes ago did you feel like the most accomplished person on earth. now, all you felt was humiliation; your own teacher catching you in the middle of your stupid act.

sneaking out of training to make out with satoru gojo in the school closet.

while yaga continued on with his rant, pacing around the classroom and cursing out whoever, satoru pokes the side of your leg. his head is turned towards you, allowing you to see the boyish smirk on his face.

the very face that got you in this mess. that dumb, obnoxious, sexy face.

“my dorm later?” he mouths, raising his brows in suggestiveness. you scoff, lightly slapping his thigh.

“have you no shame?” you whisper, feeling irked while he chuckled.

“in what world would i be ashamed to be with you?” satoru grins sappily, pinching the side of your thigh. you held back a yelp and instinctively slap his arm.

yaga hasn’t noticed yet, fortunately, his back was still turned to you.

“no! satoru, there’s absolutely no way im going out with you after this!” you whisper-yelled. you were lying, of course. no way you would leave someone as irritating, yet perfect, for someone else to snatch.

he pouts, looking back forward and heaving a dramatic sigh. “offer’s still up though. hah, i wonder how he’ll react when he finds out about the other times we-“

“what other times?”

[egglain]

Choso is everyone’s favourite boy. Even your mom’s, which is saying something. Always the gentleman, he’s so in tune with your needs and emotions— he’s a sensitive soul.

In public, he’s perfect. Holds your bags when you shop, opens doors, and always has his card out before you can think to find your wallet. He’s great at grounding you, making sure you stop for food and drinks. And Choso loves to share. He doesn’t care about stares you receive as his fork flies over your plates to give you a bite of his order.

At home, he helps you with your shoes, makes sure you park yourself on the couch while he takes care of putting things away. Even though he’s still getting the hang of cooking, you never go to bed hungry— even if it means ordering in with a movie.

He really is the sweetest.

Outside the bedroom.

explicit content under the cut. 18+, mdni.

Behind closed doors, Choso is a different creature.

Depraved doesn’t even begin to cover it.

It never starts out that way, of course— no, it’s always wholesome at the beginning. Falling asleep, Choso pulls you closer to his chest as his leg wraps over your hip. It’s an innocent gesture, cuddling in as you begin to drift off.

That is, until he starts rutting up against you.

How could he not? Your smell, your body against him, your sleepy mumbles of endearment— he couldn’t help himself.

Which is how you end up with your bottoms around your ankles and his wet, pulsing cock twitching between your thighs.

He’d hump them messily, hands fondling your chest and nipples, bringing himself to the edge before stopping to kiss you.

He loved playing this game— getting himself close just to pull away, until his legs were shaking with need and his cock was so hard and heavy it hurt.

By then, of course, he’d be too far gone.

“Just the tip— please. Please, baby— just— just the tip and I’ll stop.”

Squeezing his balls and jerking his base just a little too rough, he’d babble for it. Beg. Beg until his eyes were stinging with tears, until you were reaching down to spread yourself open for him.

One nudge of his soaked, throbbing head against your too-hot hole would have him seeing stars. Toes curling and sharp teeth sinking into your shoulder, he’d paint you white between grunts and whines.

“Fuck— wasted it— needs to go inside. Need to be inside. Please.”

Which is how you end up pinned under him, Choso drilling you into the pillows as he desperately tries to fuck his cum inside.

Your hissed gasps and choked-off moans have his cock leaking like a faucet; he slips out too many times to count, but he’s nothing if not determined. He fucks into your tight little hole with unparalleled speed, the slap of his balls against your ass sure to brand your skin.

He’s never satisfied, finishing like this— as stuffed as you are.

No, he needs to see you.

So, you’re wrangled onto your back, Choso’s shaking form above you as he slides home once more. He nestles his cock as deep as he can reach, tears falling from the overstimulation. His cock feels raw, weeping and burning from the incessant pounding, but he can’t stop his hips.

Poor thing.

Nothing gets him harder than this— your lips on his cheeks, kissing away his tears and cooing as his tip stirs your insides. Your legs around his waist, your nails clawing at his back, the feeling of your chest against his— it’s all too much.

He’d cum crying, shaking as his hips stutter, fucking his cum deep inside.

He’d fall asleep like that, plugging his seed inside you, trembling in your grasp.

You’d wake up to strong hands on your thighs, tongue prodding at your insides as he cleans you up.

“Thank you— thank you—“

Muffled into your skin, you can barely make out what he says.

But of course, you already know.

He’s your sweet boy, after all.

[plubunn]

Tattooartist!Sukuna has a private tattoo studio, named “Malevolent Shrine”, because fuck working with other people, right? NEVER does walk ins, that main door is always locked. buttoned to the TOP 💜

• You booked a consultation with him because he’s the nearest tattoo artist on Google Maps and…oops you didn’t even bother to look at his website (bad idea)

• You show him what design you want and he squints at you like ??? “did you not look at my portfolio you fucking idiot” LMAO

• This man specialises in traditional Japanese tattoos and you just showed him a “Pinterest tattoo”…he is not impressed to say the least. (i like Pinterest tats this is just for the fic) berates you for like 5 minutes straight about how shit it looks and to “maybe check people’s portfolios like a normal fucking person instead of being lazy”

• When you apologise for wasting his time and get up to walk out the shop he gets SO offended (dramatic much) and insists on doing “the most boring ass design i’ve ever seen…the fucking audacity”

• Does he actually tattoo that on you? NO LOL. comes up with a completely different design and…wow it’s actually really cool?? he matched your vibes perfectly

• You’re beaming while inspecting his work in the mirror. “wow…this is amazing, thank you so much!!”

Sukuna smirks, of course you love it…he’s one of the best (the best obviously in his mind) tattoo artists in the area

• While you’re paying he tells you about the aftercare process, narrowing his eyes and saying “don’t pick it. you look like the type to do that” and “no bathing for 2 weeks…but obviously have showers or you’ll stink more than you already do. if you come back and look like a greaseball i’m locking you out”

• You are definitely coming back because 1) his line work is perfect and 2) he’s insanely attractive. next session you might ask if he’s training for a zombie apocalypse or for something we all don’t know about because good god those muscles are popping (LET ME BITE HIS BICEPS PLEASEEE 🙏🏻)

[edensrose]

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 jjk cast ✧ gn reader ˚₊‧꒰ა kisses gone wrong ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ how wrong could kissing your favourite sorcerers go? well.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Satoru Gojo ⌇ exploded all the lightbulbs in the house the second your lips met his. his defense? “babbyyy, I haven't seen you all week.” as he's slumping over you like he didn't just subject you both to darkness for the night. still trying to get more of your kisses and turning your head to him all needy. “now gimme more before I blackout all of tokyo.”

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Suguru Geto ⌇ kissed him when you found him all slumped over his desk. immediate “bleugh! sugu —" what the fuck was that? the taste of curses of course. he apologised that he couldn't get to his gum in time before you decided to show him some lovin'. “so tell me, how'd your first curse taste?” with that shiteating grin that told you he wasn't really sorry.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Shoko Ieiri ⌇ why did you think turning her head while she was mid smoke and kissing her was a good idea? you were trying to be all sexy and mysterious but now you're coughing your lungs out and she's gently rubbing your back even with the teasing smile on her face. "what - the fuck is in those things!" she'd only chuckle. "my will to live, horrendous I know." before she smooched your cheek.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Kento Nanami ⌇ he was sooo tired from work and your kisses relax him more than anything. you greeted him at the door with a smooch and felt him ease into you, then limp — and before you know it you're stumbling back trying to hold his weight toppling over you with panicked yelps. "nanami! hey hey!" he'd wake up quickly with a jolt and quickly brace both of you, frazzled, confused, before you manage to drag him to bed.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Ryomen Sukuna ⌇ tried to be all cute and sly, straddled him on his throne and kissed him with a feral heat that he immediately returned. hands on your hips yanking you closer, pressing him up into you but then . . . seems his second mouth got a bit too excited. "uh —" you pulled back to watch the second tongue wriggling on your tummy and wetting your shirt with kisses. sukuna was just about ready to die.

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

[reschatzi]

MDNI, 18+ | TOP!READER | DEGRADATION KINK

A pretty sub’s legs wrapped around you, whining pathetically. Their fingers intertwine with yours, grip tight to ground themselves to the feeling of your dick stretching them out. One of your hands lock around their throat, squeezing the air out of them as you fuck your aching cock back into their tight hole. They’re so wet, their pretty entrance slick with cum and lube.

“Please.. fuck, m-more—” They look at you all teary-eyed as they choke out their meek words through a sob, thinking you care about a stupid, little doll that you can break and repair whenever you want. “You want more, huh? Such a needy whore,” Their walls seize up, bed groaning from the relentless pounding, “Fuck, greedy slut. You liked that.”

On shaky thighs, they try to meet your thrusts. “Wait, ah, mmmng, slow down-” Oh, but the both of you know they don’t mean that. It’s their own form of asking for you to continue bullying your dick into their pulsating heat. Their sweet cries fill the room, clenching down on you tightly which triggers your orgasm rather quickly. Hips stuttering as your cum fills their hole until it’s leaking past your cock. You glance to their face, panting harshly, and the expression they wear makes you impossibly harder. So fucked out but they need more and more until you turn them into your pretty, dumb toy.

[melodiesz]

18+ ahead !! shower sex (๑>؂•̀๑)

⋆˚࿔˖° Imagine him fucking you in the shower by holding your entire body up effortlessly, large hands gripping the inside of your thighs and dragging you up and down his cock like a ragdoll.

✧˖°. Imagine him groaning into your ear, face buried in your neck so he could nip and suck at it all while the slaps of skin against skin echo louder than the water hitting the tiles.

⋆˚࿔˖° Imagine him bottoming out with every thrust, easily adjusting you how he wanted so that he hit that spot deep inside you that had you going limp in his arms.

✧˖°. Imagine his hold getting tighter, biceps flexing while he pounds you impossibly faster like his own personal fleshlight—the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and his groans drowning out the water splashing against your bodies.

⋆˚࿔˖° Imagine him cumming so deep inside you; his very own claim for nobody else to see. Still holding you against him as if you weighed nothing, he pulls out just to watch his release drip down your thighs.

✧˖°. Imagine him later gazing in the mirror as you do your skincare, admiring the red streaks you left across his back with a look of triumph. Before you know it he’s leaning over you with a tent in his pants and suggesting another shower. ⭑.ᐟ

Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, König, Beelzebub (omswd), Lucifer (omswd), Shota Aizawa, and anyone else u want !!‪‪ ❤︎‬

[ysaefinn]

You think suguru can be a little too obsessed .

He dolls you up in a pretty traditional yukata before plopping you down on his lap, one of his hands softly rests on your jaw, tilting your head up to make sure you continue to meet his enamored loving gaze, while the other is busy feeding you, his graceful fingers controlling the chopsticks, picking up bite sized portions from the various dishes settled on the chabudai, then bringing them to your mouth. He uses the same chopsticks to pick up more food before feeding himself this time. His tongue lingers on the ebony wood, savoring the taste of your lips, something he insists he can feel.

His hand occasionally moves to gently rub your head, leaving a few kisses on your hair, drowning you in his affection. He won't let you eat on your own, insisting that it's his job to take care of you. There's no use in arguing further. He'll just respond by sweetly cooing at your ear or with one of his signature polite smiles.

You've just learned to get used to it, used to his overwhelming love, his eagerness to take care of you, used to the obsession that comes with said care taking, it really truly feels like he's fulfilling some kind of purpose, with how seriously, he takes these little rituals. It's really not that bad,you have a beautiful man holding you tight, coddling anddoting on you, and all he asks in return is for you to take, take everything he gives you. Not even gratitude, just take what he gives.