#jujutsu guys

[daydweammmm]

I LOVE WHEN HE DOES THAT FACE

NOTHING BEHIND THISE EYES

[len-yx]

Out of context spoilers

[sidsinning]

Gotta love how Mappa always makes Gojo's lips slightly pink and shiny like he got lip gloss on

Do yalls remember that mini "controversy" where butt hurt anime dudebros edited this frame to not have lip shine or eyelashes bc he didn't look "masculine" enough to them lol

Mappa was like BET let's make his pretty ass even PRETTIER

Do you think there's a separate budget for this man's eyelashes

[romiiarts]

cemetery drive

[megumiifushiiguro]

this gojo fanart changed the way i look at life

[nessieartss]

one of them is gonna beat the living daylights out of you and steal your lunch money and it’s not yuuji

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[olasketches]

big brother comes to “rescue”

vol. 2

[josukespimphand]

I haven't posted in a while but <333

[iennoganan-aha]

SPOILERS FOR JJK 257

This was a lot funnier in my head 💀

[moechies]

“not yet, doll.” toji purrs, fingers pumping in and out of your squelchy cunny relentlessly. he smirks against your head, lips pressing kisses against your temple as you pant breathlessly, helpless under his touch.

“y’can’t cum yet. y’know that.”

you cry, fingers grasping onto his sweats as you sob into his chest. your chubby thighs clad around his wrist, doing your best to slow his skilled fingers urging you dangerously close to your orgasm.

“stop— to—“

“y’don’t want me to stop.” he knows you terribly well, but that seemed like more of a threat right now. he leaves you with no choice but to take what is given to you. you throw your head back in defeat, laying against the man’s beefy bicep as your legs kick, and toes curl as a distraction to yourself.

“‘m gonna c-cum. please, i d-don’t wanna—“

“s not an excuse. y’know what’ll happen if you cum, hm?”

his fingers curl upwards against the soft walls of your cunt, making you squeal. creamy slick coats his fingers, eliciting the sloppiest noises that you couldn’t bother to be embarrassed about in the gist of his abuse on your cunt.

“hnnn— toji..”

you wail, in hopes for some mercy in return. you claw at his hand, tugging at his wrists but he shakes you off with little effort.

“don’t touch me. bad girls who don’t listen don’t get t’touch their daddy’s.”

“i-i’m not a bad girl !” you debate, shaking your head against his chest in denial. your chest clenches when the throbbing in your cunt becomes intense, feeling your slick dribble below your butt creating a mess on the man’s lap. “‘m not—“ you whimper, still in denial when you feel yourself cream all over the man’s thick digits.

“hmm..” toji grins, removing his fingers from your cunt, emptying what once was so full. you pant, squirming at the loss of sensation, pouting up at him with puppy-like eyes, milked from any energy to argue back in your defense. he rubs against your clit swiftly, making you jump and squeak at the harsh touch to the sensitive bud.

“you came, little girl.” he gloats, holding his slick covered fingers before you. your face heats up at the way your own juices roll down his fingers, against his folded thumb, soon held up to your mouth. “open.”

and you obey, with bleary eyes looking up into his, but ignored just to have him tap his dirtied digits against your puffy lips.

“don’t make me repeat myself.” he spits. you part your lips shakily, and he wastes no time before plunging himself into your mouth and deep into your throat, pressing his fingers against your tongue. it forces a light gag, one that brings further tears to your eyes as you suckle gently on his fingers, tasting yourself on your tongue.

“mhm, just like that.” he affirms, bringing his free hand down against your swollen, milky cunt once again.

“we’re gonna try again, hm? but if y’cum early, i won’t let ya off this easy.” he mumbles against your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Imagine getting absolutely railed by Sukuna and Uraume being there kneeling down by your face and holding your hand. They’re just knelt by your side talking you through it, gently praising you and stroking your cheek as you’re ragdolled on Sukuna’s cock <3

They’d call you a good little pet for being so pliant for Lord Sukuna. Stroking your hair and never truly touching you directly, but they’d give you their fingers to suck on when you got too noisy. Seeming almost indifferent about it but the way their fingers were jammed down your throat told another story. The way that their other hand was occupied underneath their robes and their eyes were pinched a little bit in either concentration or pleasure…

[rizurin]

forever

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[soyochii]

2am satosugu if you even care🙄

[annievrse]

shotgunning

sukuna x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb c/w: smoking, shotgunning

“don’t you dare kiss me with food in your mouth,” you squeal, leaning away from sukuna, whose arms are wrapped around you tightly.

the air is hazy in the apartment and your head lolls to the side in an attempt to avoid his mouth. the joint sukuna had fished from his back pocket disgusted you at first, but then he pulled you closer and soon his mouth was hovering over yours as he exhaled.

you hadn’t put your lips to the paper, yet you swear your head was spinning just from the sheer softness of sukuna’s touch as he gripped your waist to blow the smoke into your lungs.

“kuna!” but, of course, he doesn’t listen to you in his daze, and presses his lips to yours, his cheeks full of strawberry mochi.

you push his shoulder away, and he stands straight; his eyes are half closed, and he has a smirk on his face as he chews.

“pretty sweet, huh?” he mumbles, pressing his mouth to your forehead. “like you, hm?”

“shut up,” your voice is breathy, and when sukuna visibly swallows, you grab the longer strands of pink hair at the back of his head and pull him into you.