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wispywaterz · 2 days
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Traveling is something you’ve always liked to do, especially with Satoru. The way he holds your hand while dragging you to stupid places that caught his attention, or kisses you while wrapping his hands around your waist in front of a gorgeous view. He knows you’ve always wanted to go to Europe. And he LOVES to spoil you so, that’s where you are now.
After a long day of walking around at a boardwalk and a bunch of local places, you end up landing in a fancy spot to get dinner.
“Fuck Satoru,” you say breathy, “I’m so tired.”
“Even with your hair all messy and you gasping for air, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” he says hardly acknowledging what you said.
You scoff. “My hairs a mess?” Suddenly you pull out your phone and to no surprise, your hair is all frizzy. “Satoru… How long has my hair looked like this?”
“A long time.”
“You are way too in love with me to think this looks good.”
He laughs and kisses next to your lips. “My gorgeous girl.”
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s0ftand0nly · 2 days
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I saw this and knew what I had to do
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sinlillith · 1 day
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guys would you hate me if my first fic was a hate fuck between you gojo and sukuna
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gonna add some more stuff on my phone but hhehehhehehehe
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sapphireandange · 2 days
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MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD FOR JJK:
What if I said that after gojo died, the writing of the manga went downhill?
No, no, listen to me. The pacing was already bad, but after gojo died, well, the anticipation and hope died down as such.
Now gege is making random ahh characters like Miguel come and fight sukuna like BRO, the strongest, gojo, didn't win how is any of the other sorcerers gonna win 😭
The next thing I know, gege is gonna call me for fighting and I would be damn cooked
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iyamaggies-blog · 12 hours
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Surrender
Ok so I haven’t read the manga but I’ve been seeing all the jokes and memes about repetitive kaisen and it has me cackling so here’s some Sukuna smut about that. Enjoy!
The increasing ache in your stomach finally bursts into an all consuming dread as reality truly sinks in. Each step you take draws you closer to your assumed demise as you prepare to fight the all powerful king of curses.
You never Imagined you’d face the infamous Sukuna. Ever since you heard of his awakening in the teenager Yuji Itadori you couldn’t help but form a rather inappropriate curiosity. Even though Sukuna was a clear and unredeemable villain to jujitsu society you found yourself consuming any and all content pertaining to him. Your inquires soon shifted into intrusive fantasies about being in the presence of such a domineering presence. To be completely at the mercy of his unpredictable chaos. To be consumed by him, dissolving into-
No!
Nope!
No!
These thoughts won’t help you now. This is real life and the reality is you never believed you’d actually ever encounter the King of Curses. You never imagined Sukuna would regain his true form and pick off jujitsu sorcerers until literally everyone and anyone was being sent to slaughter in a meaningless onesided battle to stave off the inevitable.
Your mind goes blank when you encounter Sukuna. His aura is truly all consuming.
In the shadow of Sukuna’s looming presence, your heart races, your palms sweat, and your mind struggles with a flurry of incomplete thoughts. Every instinct screams at you to flee, to escape the clutches of the all-powerful king of curses. Yet, something deep within you stirs—a flicker of resolve.
The on going battles have already proven the victor. The continued masacre of sorcerers sent by a defeated society helps no one and proves nothing.
His voice is almost bored as he adresses you. “Another one already? You sorcerers must be-“
You fall to your knees and lean forward close to the ground with your head bowed, gaze cast downward, an expectant silence hangs in the air and you can feel Sukunas double set of eyes boring into you.
You keep your head downcast as you speak.
“I wish to surrender myself to you Lord Sukuna.”
“Oh? In what way do you wish to surrender?” His tone light with amusement, his face twisting into a dark smile.
“I renounce jujitsu society, I wish to live in service to you Lord Sukuna.”
As the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, Sukuna’s dark laughter fills the space around you, echoing off the walls of the desolate battlefield. The abruptness makes you flinch, you resist the urge to face him and stay frozen in place, heart pounding loudly in your ears. His amusement is palpable, his gaze piercing through your very soul.
“You wish to live?” The question is condescending, audibly entertained you would try to protect your exsistence. He steps closer to you as he continues. “You would forsake everything to live at my feet?”
You dare not raise your gaze, keeping your head bowed in submission. “I have witnessed the futility of resisting you, Lord Sukuna,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Your aware of his presence towering over but you push yourself to speak. “Jujitsu society is crumbling under your might. I seek to abandon their futile cause and pledge myself to you, to serve you faithfully for as long as you see fit.”
“Raise your head.”
Time slowly to an agonizing crawl. You rise from your bowing position remaining on your knees when your head tilts upwards and your eyes lock with his. You can feel the blush erupt across your face, heat spreading throughout your body. The most powerful being to ever walk this earth is looking directly at you. His sinister grin never leaves his face as leans down to grab a fist full of your hair at the nape of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine both from fear and a strange excitement at having the attentions of such a dangerous entity. “You offer yourself to me so willingly.” His grip tightens, pressing your face into his crotch. He maneuvers your face against the bulge of his clothed cock. You can feel the length of it hardening against your face. “Do you truly understand what it means to serve me mortal? The depths of my depravity, the acts that will be required of you?” He taunts
“I-I’m honored to do whatever it takes lord Sukuna” you stammer, your fear morphing into a twisted eagerness to please. With his unyielding grip in your hair he yanks you slightly upwards to face level with a wide open mouth grin adorning the extra jaws on his abdomen. You watch the large monstrous tounge emerge behind the teeth of his abdomen and sloppily trace along your jaw, you silently gasp at the cold wet feeling of saliva coating your face.
He uses your moment of surprise to bully the appendage past your lips deep into the warmth of your much smaller mouth. You try to relax your jaw to accommodate the dense muscle but the size difference only allows so much to force its way in before you start gagging with surprise. His tounge feels heavy in your mouth, thoroughly tasting every inch of you like he’s preparing to devour you. You look up to see Sukuna leering down at you as you fight to breathe around the thick wet appendage. Tears blurr your vision but you dare not look away from his captivating glare. A mix of saliva pools
In your mouth, your eyes begin to roll back.
“Well?” He questions impatiently. “Show me how you worship your new king. Convince me you deserve your next breathe of air”
Cautiously bring your hand up to palm at his erection, he feels thick and enormous. Feeling him beneath the tenting fabric creates a feeling of desperate anticipation that overwhelms you. Your eyes fall lidded with desire and you squirm. You squeeze your thighs together to try and satiate the increasingly demanding need between your legs. You attempt to wiggle your tounge against the much larger one dominating your mouth in a pathetic display of enthusiasm. Your submission earns an ominous laugh. Sukuna relents his torturous bullying, pulling his tounge from your mouth and releasing his grip in your hair. You gratefully take your first unobstructed breath blinking away the tears in your lashes. “That’s right, try harder! Show me how desperate you are to earn your plac as my concubine!”
My concubine
Property of the curse king, a man who claims possessive ownership over anything he desires.
The thought drives you forward to catch his abdominal tounge in an awkward but feverent kiss, working your smaller and inferior muscle against his in a sloppy performance. At the same time you thread your fingers into the waist band of his pants, pulling downwards to free his monstrous erection and wrapping your hand around his girth to pump him slowly. When you pull away from his mouth you can feel the string of spit connecting you and you watch his tounge retract and lips curve against his stomach into a twisted grin. You turn your attention downwards. Placing the tip of his cock against your lips before enveloping it into the wet warmth of your mouth. You can hear the slight change in his breathing, your whole body ignites with desire but you focus on your work. Each bob of your head you inch slightly more of him into your mouth, your hand working to service the rest of his impressive length. Your desperation peaks as you being to groan around him slipping your free hand down into your waist band to play with your clit.
“Oh? Do you take pleasure from serving me?”
“Yes Lord-“
“Keep my cock in your mouth until I say otherwise.” The harsh grip in your hair returns and he takes complete control of your movements. Forcing his cock deep
Into your throat until you gag ungracefully.
You attempt to distract yourself from the discomfort by slipping two of your fingers inside yourself. As quickly as your fingers enter your sopping hole your arm is yanked away. Using two of his four arms he grabs ahold of your wrists holding them off to the sides in the air above your head. His hand in your hair remains firm. Newly formed tears begin to fall down your cheeks and Sukuna uses his remaining free hand to swipe at your tears before bringing his fingers up to his face to taste the saltiness.
“My pleasure should be your only focus, is that understood?”
You nod weakly, a gargled “mmhhhmm” the only sound you can make in your current predicament.
He rocks his hips slightly, pulling away but never fully removing himself from you.
“Stick your tounge out.” He commands and you comply without hesitation. Sukuna keeps a steady pace, his eyes focused downwards to watch as himself glide over your tounge. You feel his thick length push past the limits of your mouth to occupy space in your throat over and over again. Each press of him in your throat causes a terrible gag that you strain to stifle. Drool that’s been collecting in your mouth begins to drip down your face soaking your chin.
“Oh how pathetic you look.” He muses. “Do you understand how lucky you are? How generous I am to award you this?”
You nod as best as you can, looking up at him through your lashes. You can’t help but bask in the thrill of having his full atttention devoted to you. “If I decide to keep you I will do this and whatever else I’d like to you at my pleasure. Does that excite you whore?” Keeping you in his iron grip he pulls his spit soaked cock from your mouth. There’s an audible wet squelching sound as he strokes himself, clearly expecting a verbal reply.
“Yes p-please Lord Sukuna, use me as you see fit.” You stammer your reply holding your mouth open and tounge out, inviting him back to pleasure himself with your mouth.
He instead keeps stroking himself “Do you think you deserve to taste my seed?” The question feels lethal, your not sure if there’s a correct answer but your certain there is a wrong one. “No lord Sukuna, I am unworthy.” Despite your response you continue to hold out your tounge for him. Seeminly pleased
with your answer he again maneuvers your head back to his cock. This time placing the tip onto the flat of your tounge, working his length faster. “You’re right you are unworthy…” the thick warm saltiness of his cum floods your taste buds, he strokes himself through his orgasm watching to make sure every last drop lands in your mouth and on your tounge. “But you’ll do for now…..swallow it slut.” Finally he releases you from his grip. You do as instructed proudly facing up from your kneeled position, again opening your mouth to show proof of your obedience. Sukuna readjusts himself in his clothing before hoisting you off the ground and over his shoulder. “I’m dropping you off with Uraume, they’ll train you to better service me while I finish up here.”
“Thank you Lord Sukuna.”
Without another word Sukuna carries you off into the unknown. Your old life forever behind you as you prepare to live in servitude to the might King of curses.
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frogyjones-art · 2 days
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Art for SkyAero on Toyhouse of their jjk oc
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mggsv · 2 months
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THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF CHOSO ! ✭ <first time with you>
Choso x gn!chubby reader (18+)
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“Fuck….f-fuck- god-!”
Choso couldn’t believe sex could feel this good. He’s only had sex once. He’s never been with you before in this way though. As long as you’ve been together you’ve never slept together. Only blow jobs and pussy eating.
When you came to him, panties dripping wet he couldn’t hold back from it. The way your thighs squeezed around your panties sent him over the edge. He had no problem stopping what he was doing- it’s never as important as you.
His hands has their grip on your ass happily as your grinded on him. He was an ass man- no- a you man. There was something about you that intrigued him so much. Your curves- everything. The way your cunt took him so..so well. “Feels so good- fuck..fuck fuck fuck why didn’t we do this sooner?” Because he respected you. He took care of you and never went to that place you were too shy to go to. He fell in love with you and your body. Your beautiful body he couldn’t help touching when given the chance.
You cry out softly, Choso’s cock slipping from your wet folds with a pop! He shudders, cum dripping from the head of his dick. The look on his face had you gripping his arm even tighter. His hair fanning around his face to the sweat dripping down the side of his head, everything. He couldn’t stop his fingers from touching your sensitive clit. “Choso..” you whine. “Let’s..” he pants, watching his cum leak from his favorite meal. “Can I fuck you from the back?”
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natriae · 22 days
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"what are you doing?"
"petting you," you respond to the grouchy boy below you. Your fingers comb through his fluffy, black hair as he works on his homework. Or at least he was working on his homework. Megumi's hand stops moving as you continue to play with his soft hair.
The two of you are sitting in megumi's dorm, you on his bed, and him between you legs on the floor. Guess megumi essentially being Gojo's son had it's perks.
You giggle before asking, "does it feel good?". His eyes are closed as his head leans back. You didn't realize how such a small act unlocked a part of the young boys heart.
"my mom actually," your hands pause at this before continuing messaging his scalp. He didn't talk about his family a lot. You knew it was a sore topic for him. "she-um she would do this when i was little to get me to sleep."
"are you getting sleepy?" you smile, leaning over to look into his eyes.
"no," he states before a large yawn leaves his lips.
"hehe I think i found fushiguro's secret button"
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lotus-pear · 1 month
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satosugu <33
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yurmomsawh0r · 1 year
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•°His Perfect Little Wife °•
Nanami turning feral over your submissive domestic ways.
• CW : Nanami being a slightly hard Dom, Rough sex, pet names, impact play [If you squint], Cursing, Cervix touching.
Part 2 here
Nanami Kento was considered a very upkept man. His colleagues could tell you that they have honestly never seen him discombobulated, or angry or disorganized. Some would say he was the 'perfect' man. He always came in with his calm, cool and collected manner. It was envious that he never seemed to have trouble in his life.
Hair combed back, suit clean and pressed to perfection. Coffee, just the way he liked it, in hand and all documents organized in folders, perfectly set so that he could have a perfect day without any disruptions to his continuous everyday cycle. They always asked him how he did it. How he was able to always have a smooth, uninterrupted day.
And to put it in the most simplistic way that he could, he always replied with a very simple answer. You.
Now to most of his colleagues, they couldn't quite understand what he would mean. How could a simple housewife, who possibly did nothing at home, make sure this very successful man had a perfect day almost every day.
Nanami, of course, never went into detail. Men were greedy, especially these men. He would never give them the many details about how you always turn him into the most discombobulated man ever by just being a good wife.
Even now, his cock was straining in his suit pants with a never ending need for you. You were so on schedule and so on point for him. Always getting up at 6:30 to get his clothes and suit case ready, soon after, starting his breakfast so that by the time he's out of the shower, you both can eat together.
Making his lunch and filling his thermos with coffee so he can take it to work with him. He loved that he never had to take care of the small things in life. You made it easier for him to focus on the bigger picture. You made it easier for him to take care of you. He always made sure that you were well taken care of and the simple fact that you took care of his home, even his smallest of needs, made him work harder to please you.
You were perfect. You were his.
He would've never considered himself a possessive man, but that was until you entered his life, and as much as he would love to brag about you and show you off, something in his just wouldn't allow him to share anything about you. Of course you've been seen with him on occasions, but Nanami never brought you up if he didn't have too. And when anyone would ask about you, specifically a male, he would always give cold answers, his irritation growing quickly.
Apart of him hated you for how out-of-place you made him feel, and that pent up aggression would always be released upon your soft body.
God, your body. He loved how soft you were compared to his rough and hard one. He loved the way his hands sunk into your flesh. Your plump thigh that he loved to grab and squish.
The fullness of your tits (small boobs can be full too!) ,down to the plumply flesh of your ass.
But his favorite was the soft, delicious set of lips that you held between your legs.
"Nanami? You alright there bud?" He didn't realize he had spaced out. Mostly caught up in his head over all the things he would do to you when he got home. He was sweating but his face kept a stoic expression, but no doubt he knew they knew.
For the first time in years, they had just witnessed Nanami acting out of place. Anger silently crept and soon you were going to be at the end of it's wrath.
It was your fault for being so perfect.
Looking at the clock, Nanami quickly grabbed all his stuff, stuffing whatever he could into his briefcase, before he left without saying another word. Gojo cackling in the back ground at his sudden lack of composure. If anyone knew about how you made Nami feel, it would him.
Quickly getting into his car, he sped off, racing home to you.
There you were. Slaving away over the hot stove, just too have a nice dinner ready for when he got home. Sadly it wasn't ready as Nanami didn't have to come home for another hour.
He stood there watching you move back and forth. Seasoning whatever meat you decided on for tonight.
You were in a pair of black booty shorts and a regular sports bra that nicely lifted your breast. He couldn't help but give you a once over. Shamelessly letting his eyes fall down your legs then back up, stopping at your ass, before his eyes landed on the back of your head.
Some would say he's being creepy but to him, he was just admiring the woman who chose him to be her husband. You were his and he was going to look and appreciate your beauty whenever he could.
Blood rushed to his groin making him grip his hard-on. It was so hard and ready to be seathed in his second home that resided in the neighborhood of your legs. He thought about the many times he had came home to ravish you. Bent over the bathtub that you were cleaning. On top of the washer machine as you did his laundry. Over the table you had just set for dinner, shit, he fucked you all over the house.
You were unaware that your husband was home. To busy fixing dinner and finishing the rest of your chores to notice. It wasn't until you had bent over, opening your oven to place the stuffed chicken inside. It was faint, and if you could identify the sound it would've been the faintest sound of a zipper pulling down.
You shot up, quickly turning to face the noise. Your breath hitched seeing your husband home so early. "Hi honey, how was work?" You asked, glancing at your phone to check the time.
He was about 45 minutes early which was unusual. When he didn't respond, you faced him again with worry. "What's wrong baby?" A pout graced your lips as you caressed his sweaty face.
"Oh my God, your hot and sweaty! What happened?" Panick filled you. Your husband was home early, not responding, hot and sweaty. You've never seen him like this unless he –
Wait. . .
You glanced down at his undone suit pants, he dick already out and throbbing with need. You could clearly see the shiny bead forming at his tip.
'Fuck' you thought to yourself, 'he's never come home like this before. What the hell happened.'
You lift your gaze to meet his eyes. A soft gasp left your lips. You knew this was serious, seeing as his glasses were already off. No time to think, a hand gripped your throat. A squeal leaving your lips at the same time your arousal started to leak. As if your body was reacting to his. The same intensity, the same heat.
You could feel sweat start to form under your pits as well as your forehead. Nanami placed his warm lips against yours with so much passion. Sucking and biting them. Tasting them like it was his last meal. He backed you into the nearest counter, picking you up but your fat and placing you on top of it. Slowly making love to your tongue with his, he let his other hand drift to the inside of your panties. Finding your little pleasure nub, rubbing with just enough friction.
"Ah!" You moaned out only for it to be caught abd muffled by your lust-filled husband. Nanami felt your slick gathering — hiding behind your folds and sliding down to your entrance. He took this chance to plunge his two middle fingers inside your wet cavern, quickly finding his favorite spot to play with.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" You couldn't help but break from his mouth to wail out profanities. He was fucking you so good with his fingers that you already had the urge to cum.
Clenching and un-clenching in a repeated cycle over and over again. "Are you gonna cum for me baby? Yea?"
"Yesss Nami! Fuck!" You screamed, making him chuckle. He loved that you were being compliant today. Usually he would have to pull it out of you, but today was different. She knew he needed control. She knew he didn't need anything to make him feel worse than he did.
He had lost control today, and you were going to let him fuck you to get it back. To help him sate his lust and find composure. First he needed to hear you.
"Who's pussy is this baby?" He thrust his fingers deeper in you, but at a slower pace. pushing you to the edge but not over. "Pleaseeee Nami! You know it's yours!"
He sent a smack to your back side. "I didn't ask what I know, I asked you who's is it my pretty little wife." Nanami pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you had a chance to deepen it, making you whine for him.
Sometimes you hated when he acted like this, you hated not getting what you wanted, and that was rare, but the other side of loved his torment. You loved knowing that you were the only one who could make him this way. "It's yours daddy."
"You're such a good girl, and do you know what good girls get?" He spoke to you in a deep husky voice. You loved it. You loved how it made you feel.
Your pussy throbbed around his finger and your pretty sure he felt it. "Good girls get to cum." He smirked, working his fingers faster and faster and faster until the damn broke.
"Ahhh yesssss!" You pulled him closer to you as your hips undulated with every thrust of his fingers. Nanami felt his hand drenched as your essence shot from your swollen wet pussy.
"You made such a mess baby, see? Look." Taking his hand, he smeared your juices on your face before pulling you into a sloppy kiss.
You didn't even have time to catch your breath before he did. He pulled you down from the counter, turned and bent you over the same said counter top. Folding your arms behind your back, he plunged his hot dick inside your spasming cunt. "Ah! Nami! Be g-gentle!"
But he doesn't. Instead he fucked you harder, faster. Deep calculated thrust that penatrated the deepest parts of your canal. Every thrust caused you to stand on the tips of your toes. He was hurting you, yes, but it was a pleasurable pain. A welcomed pain.
He pressed his cock into your cervix as he was fully seathed inside you. He was fueled by every 'ugh' and 'ah yes' you made. Driving deeper into you just to hear you scream 'Daddy!" Everytime.
"Please daddy! It's too deep, it hurts!" You cried out. Your pussy was pulsing as you came, and he was riding your wave to his peak. No matter how much you wanted him to come, he took his sweet time getting there. He loved hearing you beg, to scream his name.
He was feral, and it was all your fault.
With a few more quick thrusts, he stilled himself, shooting his warm seed deep into your womb. You felt it coating your insides — even spilling from your throbbing heat.
"Whew. . ." You felt your husband's breath on your back. He was breathing heavy. He rubbed up and down your back, caressing your asscheeks whenever he could.
"Sorry my precious little flower. I promise to make it up to you."
And he would. How could he not. You were his precious little wife.
And he loved his precious little wife.
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wispywaterz · 7 hours
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“Baby, why are you moving the bed so much?” A tired voice says behind you. You nearly jump out your skin. Satoru’s hand reaches out to pull you closer to him—your naked body now pressed up against his. His hands roam around you for a moment. “No clothes?” He laughs softly. His right hand roams up your chest and gropes your breast. It’s hard not to start grinding on your pillow again. Fuck. He starts to twist your nipple, playing with it.
“What are you doing?” You say playfully.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know what you were doing to that pillow in between your legs, princess.” He says softly.
“It’s the middle of the night. Are you sure?” You know what he’s suggesting.
He laughs briefly—inserting his legs between your thighs.
“Come on, I know what you really wanted to do,” he says insisting you grind on his leg.
Your face heats up as you begin to hump his leg.
“Good girl,” he hums in your ear.
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neviex · 2 months
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Fatherly shenanigans
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damn-this-pool · 3 months
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“After all those years You cannot tell me that they stayed away for 10 years”
Art commission of JJK SATOSUGU🫡💙🤍
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chainsawgirltheythem · 17 hours
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THE MOOOOOOOOOOON
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*bonus*
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sapphireandange · 1 day
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OMG THE GOJO CRUMBS I WAS STARVING THE ONLY INTERESTING THING ABOUT THE WHOLE CHAPTER WAS HIM AND HIM ONLY CAUSE SUKUNA RINSE AND REPEAT FIGHT IS SO BORING
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LIKE LOOK AT HIM BEING SO SILLY AND POOKIE!
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