#jujutsu kusakabe

[cowgyaru]

I just noticed the DILFS are officially extinct in JJK

[polinomnom]

“The morning of the 24th of December”

And now….ANGSTTTT!! I have found a perfect reference for this, and everything just came together….the morning on the big showdown…waking up from the night of love only to get ready to face death. But at least they are there for each other. Thats all, imma go cry in my bed now.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I LOVE THIS! I am very happy i got a request for this man. Sidenote: i really did not know if ya'll wanted this to be spicy or note so it isboarder-lining spicy.

It was hard to pull your gaze away from Kusakabe and the damn lollipop. Biting your lip, you then narrowed your eyes. The idiot probably didn't even know what he was doing.

Well then, two can play at that game.

Puffing out your cheek's you quickly snatched it from his hand before he could put the damn thing back in his mouth. "Let me try."

"H-hey!"

Before he could say anything you stuck the lollipop in your mouth as you sat down on his lap. Feeling his arm weave around your waist you smiled, now it was your turn to tease him. "Stop being such a fucking brat."

The man glanced away, his cheeks flushing for a moment as he tried to ignore that little giggle of yours, he knew what that little giggle meant.

Humming, you narrowed your eyes as you let your tongue swirl across the lollipop. "I'm just showing my handsome Kusakabe how good I am at sucking...don't you want to watch?"

Running his tongue over his lip, Kusakabe tried to pull his gaze away, he wanted to pull his gaze away but he couldn't. He was so fixated on your mouth, lips. God he loved that mouth of yours, he loved everything about you.

Still holding you, he did his best to not move your hips against his own. He didn't say anything, he was to fixated on you and that damn lollipop. He could feel his heart start to race, his pant's starting to get a little too tight as he watched your tongue twirl around the lollipop.

A shudder ran through his body seeing that you pulled the lollipop from your lips with a pop. His hand clutching your hips as he pulled you down on his clothed erection.

"Enough of this shit, I have something better you can suck."

Letting out an airy laugh, your fingers grasped his chin as you rolled your hips against his. "Took you long enough."

[g00miato]

men in suits are my weakness

[chososdiscordkitten]

Synopsis: jjk men and their favorite sex positions :P

Includes: 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐞 Content: mostly fem!reader, multiple positions, no plot, cum eating and cumplay, spanking, rough sex (?), p vanilla if im being fr

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Toji Zenin

Had you asked Toji what his favorite was- he would insist he didn’t have one. That they were all equal and that they changed little to nothing when it came to sex. 

But the way his hands would hold your waist down onto the bed with your knees propped up- his hips slowly rolling behind you with a deep nudge against your sweet spot every time. 

You couldnt see his face- but you could hear the grunts and low moans rumble past his lips when your walls would pulse around him. You could feel his desperate grip on your skin. 

Every time he would hoist your hips back up when your knees would slip to the sides from his powerful thrusts. Giving him a better angle for his cock to fill you. 

Your hands gripping the edge of the bed with your forearms holding you up. 

Not his go-to, but secretly one of his favorites. 

Be it the way your spine beautifully curved with the assistance of his hands or how guttural your moans sounded when he would push himself deeper into you and hold himself there. 

Or every wave your ass made from his hips making contact, the wet schlops and squelches in full view when he would look to where you were linked. 

Toji liked it even more when his hips would slow in the slightest- and your ass wouldn’t hesitate to bounce back and meet his thrusts halfway. 

And the other- When you were on your side, your legs pressed together and curled into a ball with his hands holding the plump of your ass and your thighs to keep your knees bent. 

His posture straight and looking down to your hands trying to keep the hold on the back of your thighs. 

Now he didn’t like this position in particular- what he relished was when your hands were barely keeping their hold on your thighs. Threatening to spread your legs- but Toji did it before you could. 

Thralling a leg over his hip and guiding you onto your back. Planting his hands on your sides and gripping harshly before continuing his deep thrusts. 

Missionary so he could watch your eyes roll back with a crinkle forming on your nose when his calloused fingers made contact with your clit- and what he liked was how fucking carnal it felt pounding into you this way. 

How primal it was that he could easily lean down and slot his tongue against yours- keeping a tedious but deep pace as your hands sprawled onto his back as a brace. 

And how your ankles wouldn’t hesitate to lock at his waist, pulling him closer and urging him without words to fill you. 

Satoru Gojo

This man was always unpredictable regarding what position he would twist you into. Satoru was always willing to try a new one twice or three times to be sure either of you didn’t like it. 

But, when it came to his favorites- Gojo always liked bending you over and pressing your face against the wall. His hands groping at your bottom, his hips pushing his erection into your clothed core. 

Something about caging you against the wall, your back arched and giving him the perfect angle to sink himself into you. And your hands planted beside your face, bracing and ready for him to start. 

Satoru thought it was the vulnerability you were put in, easily accessible, your ass pressed against him so firmly you could feel the print against the swell of your bottom. 

And he was so mean when he had you this way, one of his hands on your waist, and his hips threatening to push further. A cheeky smile on his lips knowing you had nowhere else to go but further into the wall. That or his hands would guide your back into a pretty arch- just for him. 

Satoru liked it most when you wore a large tshirt— sliding the hem slowly up your back, giving him an eyeful of the little dimples he loved seeing on your lower back. Placing his thumbs into the little divots, and ignoring your demands for him to hurry. 

To Gojo, he always liked seeing you turned away from him- not for any reason other than the fact your ass was in full view- but, when he would give you a firm spank. Some kind of compliment, in his own way. 

And you would look back at him over your shoulder- eyes full of urge and need when he would take too long teasing you. Almost telling him to hurry with just your eyes- he liked having your ass in his hands and your face in clear view for his eyes. 

To Satoru, missionary was the most intimate position he could think of. His knees barely holding him up, your hand pressing into his back and pulling him even closer to your chest, the other holding his face inches away from yours. 

One of his hands at the side of your thigh and the other on your side- not even fucking anymore, just rolling his hips softly into you. Barely pulling his cock out, stroking deep- deep rolls into you and trying to maintain eye contact. 

Not even daring to connect his lips with yours- barely brushing against his plush ones, inhaling every moan and whimper that would leave his throat. 

Missionary would be pointless if you didn’t look into eachothers eyes, in Satoru’s opinion. Being able to watch your orgasm form with every crinkle on your nose, with every pinch of your eyebrows. 

In these moments, Satoru never dared to pull away from you. The warmth of his torso searing against your bare front, holding him too tightly as his chest heaved against yours. If you focused enough, you could feel his heart pounding against your own. 

Satoru liked missionary, because he knew that’s when your hearts could beat as closely together as they could. 

Naoya Zenin

If you asked him straight on- he would say some bullshit like “Face down, ass up. Because that’s the only time you shut up.” 

His response had some truth- Naoya liked that position because there was hardly any backtalk, as his cock perfectly reached the sweet spot with every rough thrust he made. 

That’s what pissed you off most- as horrible and annoying as he could be, he always hit that special spot with ease. 

And he knew it- the way your spine would shudder at the first prod, or your twitching walls hugging him. Even if you never praised him for being rough- Naoya knew he must be doing something right. 

Like when your hands would ball into fists with the sheets tangled between your fingers. Or the guttural whines that Naoya’s thrusts would pound out of your throat. 

And his hands were equally as unforgiving as his hips were- planted on your waist to keep you in a mean arch. Even more so when he would flip you over- pleased with the fucked out look on your face. 

Not Naoya’s favorite that you could say- but he never complained when you would ride him. Doing all the work for him- but with one condition. 

You got to set the pace, and he had to stay still as you fucked yourself on his cock. 

Naoya liked it most when he would be lying on his back, with you slowly easing down on his cock. Hands behind his head and watching one of your hands plant onto his carved tummy and the other on one of his thighs. 

Your head thrown back and using him as you pleased, and Naoya watched- watched you get off without any of his help. 

You could go as slow as you wanted, and even if it killed him— not being able to pound into you as he wished to— Naoya knew you preferred to take things slow every once in a while.

Naoya would never admit it- but he knew you had a point. 

He liked watching you slowly move your hips against him- being able to feel every small pulse and throb your cunt made against his cock. 

But when your hips would tire, leaning down and pressing your chest to his and asking him to help; Naoya would gladly roll you over- still inside and pound into you as you had asked him to. 

Kento Nanami

One of this man’s favorite forms of sex, was morning sex. 

The hazy state still lingering behind his eyes, rolling over and scooching closer to your back. Cuddling you and humming softly against your ear with his hands on your waist. 

Nanami would wait till you would stirr awake before even considering what grew between his legs. 

Hearing a pleased hum leave your lips as his hands caressed the side of your thigh. 

And when you started pressing your bottom back against his growing erection. Nanami would get the hint almost immediately. 

He would have one hand between your legs, guiding his cock to nestle into your plush walls with a smooth exhale brisking against your ear. And the other wrapped around your ribcage, holding you close to him as he starts rolling his hips. 

Nanami’s lips against your ear pressing gentle kisses onto the cartilage- whispering praises as your sluggish hand pressed against his forearm. 

He liked this position because of the access he had to your ear, easily being able to whisper how well you were taking him. And how close he could feel your skin against his. 

Even more so when he would finish- unwilling to pull out and expose his cock to the cold air outside of your cunt. So he would drift off to sleep with a smile, his cock still inside of you, keeping you plugged up till he would be forced to get up from your warmth. 

And this just relays back to the whole- sleepy sex. But when you’re facing Nanami, one knee propped up on his thigh as his hips sloppily thrust into you, that’s when he feels closest to you. 

His hands splayed on your back and held you tightly against his chest. Lightly groaning into your ear as your cunt greedily sucked him back in with every pull he made. 

And when Nanami would tire from the position- he would roll atop you. Planting his forearm beside your head and looking into your eyes. Lazily thrusting into you- his knees not even holding him up. 

His hips would do all the work as you came in unison. 

If you asked Nanami, he would say that missionary was probably his favorite- enjoying the intimacy shared with every thrust he would roll against you. 

Being able to feel his affection with every slap his heavy balls would smack against your ass. 

And his other favorite- When your ankles would be held to the sides of your ears, a different kind of missionary- sure. 

He would start it that way- as missionary. But by the time you noticed Nanami's hands hooking at the ditches of your knees- he was already pushing them up and raising his hips as he maneuvered your hips upwards. 

Your cheeks pulsing with blood from the pressure his hips would push against your bottom. Folded to his whim and grateful for it. 

What Nanami liked about this- was that he could watch your face churn with every low moan leaving your lips. Showing him that he was hitting the perfect spot at the angle he was thrusting into you.

His knees planted right next to your hips- only one move or two away from a mating press, but not quite there. 

But his strong hands holding the back of your calves keeping you in the harsh position would tighten their grip when he would look down to where you were connected. 

Choso Kamo

Choso is a simple man. He won’t dance around what he wants and wait for you to guess what he wants when it comes to positions. 

Glad that he had no shame in whispering into your ear- “Ride me.” when his cock had ached since your hips started their slow drags against his clothed cock. 

Sat on the couch with his hands massaging the plush skin of your hips and thighs. Kissing softly at your collarbones as you raised slowly on his lap. 

Your hands tussled in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp between soft tugs. 

Choso’s hands were known to wander- up your side or lower on your bottom as you worked yourself on his cock. His lips leaving soft markings at the center of your chest and wherever else his lips could find. 

What he liked most was how you set the pace- how it was up to you whether or not to keep the slow, tantalizing pace that had him on the brink of bursting with every lagging roll your hips made. 

Even worse when your hands would tug at his hair- giving him more desire to allow himself to succumb to his orgasm. Or when you would purposefully clench around him as you dragged yourself up his cock. 

His eyes dared to roll back- feeling as though you were purposefully trying to milk him dry. 

And when you would grant him the freedom to fuck up into you- raising yourself till only the very head of his cock was left in the taut ring of muscle. Holding his head in your hands as he braced onto the malleable skin of your hips. 

Noses brushing against each other as he looked into your eyes in a plea. Breathing the words, “Fuck me-” in a hushed whisper. 

That’s all Choso needed to hear to start bucking his hips into you. Desperate for release and his eyes shut tight, his bruising grip on your ass made it clear that’s what he was waiting for. 

And his other favorite was when it was unplanned. Tension so thick, Choso couldn’t bear to inhale another breath if it was not against your lips. 

Morning, noon, or night: Choso never hesitated to have you sat on any surface with his hips between your thighs. Kissing you with urge as his hands roamed to the ditch of your knees. 

Hiking them up and planting his hands onto the counter- pinning your legs open at the perfect angle for his cock. 

And with the pressure- your head pressed against the cabinets, grasping onto his nape as a brace when he plunged into you. 

Grateful for any surface there was that angled your entrance with his pelvis- knowing where there was a will, there was a way. 

And there was nothing that Choso was more willing to do than have you sat in a cramped space with your legs pinned to the side- perfectly spread for him and his cock. 

Suguru Geto

Now, we have already established that Suguru is an ass man- Right? 

Geto had a penchant for reverse cowgirl. 

Something about watching your cunt suck in as much of his cock as you could- and your hands planted on his thighs, bracing for every slight rise you made with your hips. 

And Suguru’s hands? Greedily groping at the swell of your ass and enjoying the show you put on for him. Even giving you a handful of spanks whenever your hips would stutter in the movements. 

Even more when Geto would spout some filth at you- how selfish your cunt was, swallowing all of his cock up and not even wanting to move once his head was nestled right next to your gspot. 

Urging you to touch your clit- being able to feel every spasm your walls made against his shaft when you would do as he asked. 

What Suguru liked most was when he finally came- his spend seeping from your entrance and trickling onto his pelvis with every small shudder your body made from the fill. 

Regardless if he had just come inside of you- Suguru had no doubts in pulling you off of his cock and guiding you by the hips to let him taste you. 

Ending up in a lazy 69, your mouth held on his tip with your tongue licking small swipes at his tip- your moans vibrating against his twitching cockhead as he greedily ate out the mess he spurt into you. Less for his pleasure- more because he liked the face you would look at him with when he was done giving you another orgasm. 

As though you had never seen such filth in your life before then- like that was the nastiest thing he had ever done to you. 

You looked at him the same way every single time he would pull some out of pocket shit like that- and that’s what brought a smile to his face. 

Knowing that anyone after him will only do a whisper of the things he would do to you. 

Hiromi Higuruma

When it came to his favorite kind of intercourse- Hiromi always feigned being too tired to do all the work. 

Urging you to use him as you pleased- that if you wanted to fuck, you’d have to do it yourself. Not because he was lazy- or was actually tired. 

But because of the softness your hands held in undressing the crucial parts of him- undoing a few buttons at the top of his dress shirt, loosening his tie, and undoing his belt and the button of his slacks. Giving him a few strokes to wake his half-hard cock with an eager smile. 

And when he was as ready as you were- standing tall with your mouth watering from the sight, you lowered yourself onto him. Shameless and uncaring if his eyes looked at you with amusement circling his pupils. 

He told you to use him, and you weren’t going to let that opportunity go to waste. So determined to finish yourself off and leave Hiromi as he is, using the same excuse he made if he wanted more. 

Hiromi did it for the sole purpose of being able to watch you with tired eyes- already fucked out from a few rolls of your hips with your hand making small circles against your clit. 

And as your lips pressed soft kisses at the side of his neck- your hands braced on his shoulders and your hips threatening to stutter. Hiromi couldn’t help but descend into the slow pace you held- closing his eyes and enjoying the mouthwatering strokes you made. 

Even if his hands were at your hips- caressing the skin softly with his thumbs to encourage you to finish. The burning ache in your thighs and the growing frustration in your lower tummy were far too much to keep going. 

And Hiromi felt as though his cock could get harder inside of you when you would look at him with bleary eyes- asking him to help you with a pouty lip. 

Hiromi- being the man he was, he would help you. 

Bend you over the nearest surface with a strong willed hand on your hip. Lining himself up with your entrance again, and his other hand pressed your neck onto the surface. 

Your hands placed on either side of your face as he sunk himself into you again. 

Hiromi’s thrusts start slow, a stark contrast to the mean grip his hands held against your skin. But with every thrust— each one firmer than the last, came the realization that Hiromi wasn’t as tired as he claimed he was. 

But you, too stuffed of his fat cock to care right now- raised on your tiptoes as his hips inched you further and further on the counter. 

His hips unforgiving, and his mouth the same. Littered with grunts and low moans between every mutter he made. Calling you greedy for wanting him to help- and being able to feel your cunt tremble around his fast-paced shaft at every mean name he murmured with tenderness. 

Atsuya Kusakabe

Kusakabe knew what he liked, and didn't. He knew which way to bend you over in a way that made his cock twitch in anticipation from just looking at you. 

What he liked most was when he would be laid up on the bed, the broad of his shoulders pressing against the headboard with you in a reverse cowgirl. Slowly riding him with his hands massaging your hips. 

His eyes always caught on every small thrust you would make, on the pretty curve of your back and how it glistened with a light sheen of sweat from how worked up you were getting. 

Your hand met his on your hip, and the other held you up as you slowly rode him. Fully and wholly splayed for his greedy eyes that wished to look at every part of you. 

Where your cunt was swallowing his cock with ease, the swell of your ass lightly rising and falling with every grind you made. Every shudder your shoulders when you would grind down into the perfect spot. 

And when you would look over your shoulder, only seeing the curled corner of your lip and your hazy eyes looking back at him. 

Even more when his hands tightened their grip—a whimper laced with a giggle leaving your throat at the little bite he made at his bottom lip. A low groan in admiration rumbled from his throat at the scenic view he had.

And when Kusakabe felt a little mean- He would press you into a lazy prone bone. His arms caging you in between the bed and his body with his cock making sloppy strokes into your entrance. 

Purposefully dragging out his thrusts just so you’d ask him to go faster. Laced with a whimper and bordering on illegible- but you still asked. 

He would lean down into your ear, pull himself from your warmth- as slow as he could and tell you; “You want it faster- do it yourself.” and would watch your hips desperately pound back into him. 

Unpatterned and sloppy as you fucked yourself on him. Your hands gripping at the pillows as he huffed in amazement. Knowing you were stubborn and willing to take on any challenge. 

But this- The sheer sight of you moving your hips at the speed you wanted made him want to give you what you wanted. In his brain, itching to provide you with the fast pace you requested.

But maybe he was just mean enough to keep you like this longer. Have you fuck yourself silly on his cock- all while moans mixed with hushed pleads leave your lips. 

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(a.n) wow my very first kusakabe piece, dedicated to the kusakabe fuckers in my asks ✊🏽 imma take a nap now

[imsadandindespair]

UNFAIR THAT WE COULD'VE HAD THIS BUT DIDN'T (i need fanfics with all three of them) JUST REALISED WE WON'T HAVE ANY MORE DILFS IF KUSAKABE AND HIGURUMA DIE

[corinadraws]

呪術廻戦 Season 2 | Shibuya Arc

[bogactivity]

Food for Kusakabe enjoyers

[c4teyezz]

my fav jjk men with babies lol

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my fav jjk men x afab!reader

i kept the baby gender neutral for yall in case, i dont want ppl coming to me like “nO hE wOulD dEfinEtly hAve a-“ shut.

note: on nanamis part it mentions reader being pregnant 🤰

characters: gojo saturo, geto suguru, sukuna ryomen, higuruma hiromi, nanami kento, kusakabe atsuya, toji fushiguro

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Gojo Saturo

- spoils the baby 24/7 and the things the baby has are the best of the best, the price doesnt matter to him

- idk why but he likes taking a big whiff of the babies hair then going like “ahhhh!” after and then kissing their scalp

“look babe i just bought some new clothes for our little one” gojo said smiling up at you as you entered the room. gojo is sitting on the foam rug thing with the baby laying down on it

gojo held up the baby carefully while supporting their neck at the same time to show you their fit. “thats so cute!” you responded then sitting down with him, you look at the tags that gojo ripped out from the clothes “saturo what did i say abt rubbish- $200!? WE SHOULD BE USING THAT MONEY FOR THEIR FOOD”

Geto Suguru

- i feel like hes gonna be a fairly strict but not too strict of a father

- he loveeessss wrapping them up in his robes, hugging/carrying them around like that wherever he goes in the house

“ah-! let go of my hair!” suguru demanded but not doing anything to stop it, the baby just giggles at their fathers reaction not knowing that their lowkey hurting their dad bc obviously theyre just a baby…

you take a quick pic of the sight thats in front of you, giggling along with your baby

“damn this thing is strong!” he said

“dont call your kid a thing!”

Sukuna Ryomen

- he mostly watches you take care of “the brat” he calls them, but is willing to help as long as you give him clear instructions on what the hell hes supposed to do with “it”

- i can see him holding his kid upside down with their legs when theyre like 6 or something and sometimes he drops them on purpose before quickly and successfully catching them, he has no intentions of hurting them, hes mostly doing it to fuck with you. i mean he made the kid laugh so lol

“what the fuck its crying” he pointed out to you as you rock the baby gently in your arms

“yeah i can see that… and stop calling them ‘it’, theyre not some sort of rare space specimen”

Higuruma Hiromi

- even tho in the manga hes portrayed as the classic “no humor, cold, tired man in a suit” kind of guy, i honestly dont think hes just that, hes just like that in professional settings and when things are serious. i can see him make light jokes, like he did with itadori, so he’d definitely do the same with his baby

- he likes gently scratching the babys back, as he knows its relaxing i mean who doesnt like a good scratch on the back sometimes. he doesnt mind when the baby starts fiddling with his tie, but when the baby chews on if he definitely gets a bit grossed out

“bah!” hiromi jokingly surprised the baby which made the baby flinch and cry at their father, hiromi laughed at the baby’s raction “sorry” Hiromi gently apologised while smiling at them, then went back to scare them one more time by covering his face then quickly uncovering his face “boo!”

this time the baby laughed with their father and you recorded the fun moment

(this is also inspired by a reel i saw on instagram, it was so cute 😭)

Nanami Kento

- HANDS DOWN THE BEST FATHER DUH WTF??? do we even have to argue???? since the baby hes been cutting his alcohol drinking as he doesnt want the baby’s sensitive lungs to suffer from the smell. he also lovessssss skin to skin, when the baby popped out and it was his turn to hold the baby in his bare chest, he was over the moonnnnn

- ngl he would mostly take care of the baby more than you, his excuse is since you carried the baby for 9 months, so its his job to support and deal with the baby most of the time mwah mwah

you stare at him feeding your baby their bottle, whose also safely tucked in his loving arms

“kento can i feed them now?” you asked him

“go rest honey, you deserve it” he responded, kissing you on the forehead

“thats my baby youre hogging!”

Kusakabe atsuya

- omg he likes making the baby dance, the baby cant walk yet, so he’d hold them up and make them look like theyre dancing by making them look like their doing that default baby dance toddlers do or gently swing them side to side

- loves placing them on his chest as they sleep as he fiddles with their tiny hand. also he strictly calls them by their shorter version of their name or a random nickname that suits them

“mmph! stop trying to grab my lolly!” atsuya told the baby as it tried reaching for it, eventually the baby caught the stick of the lollipop and forced it out of their dads mouth and putting it into theirs

“hehe gross”

fushiguro toji

- he plays with them by making them pretend that theyre boxing with their hands

- naps naps napsssssss, he always puts them on his chest so that they can nap together on the couch. but sometimes when toji snores, he lets out a loud snore which scares the baby into waking up crying lmfaoooooooo

“hell nah”

“toji just wipe their ass already, im trying to show you how change their diaper”

“fucking hell…” toji muttered as he slowly lifts the baby by their legs

okay maybe hes not the best when it comes to helping sometimes, but at least hes willing to try

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maayong gabii lahat!!! (good evening everyone!!!)

hehe i just wanna say thank you guys for the likes, reblogs, comments, and followers so far :))))

damo nga salamatttt (thank you so muchhhh)

[specialgrades]

Not really a request but what are your headcanons on the JJK men's dick sizes?

OHOHO cracks knuckles i can do that. going full in like nanami should be in me rn dick-scriptions time

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna, choso, atsuya kusakabe

GOJO SATORU : a bit above average, a good 6.5 ~ 7in. slight curve upwards. a good 2.5 ~ 3.5in thick. pretty pink flush on the tip, shaft a few shades darker than his skin tone. cut. carpets match the drapes of course, he keeps it trimmed. fun trail tell me i'm wrong (i'm not). super sensitive vein on the underside. sensitive thighs too. grower.

GETO SUGURU : honestly, average cock size. he rounds up to five inches but we all know it's 4 3/4. two inches thick. like gojo, a nice pink flush and a few shades darker. no curve. for sure has a piercing, prince albert probably; silver jewelry. uncut. not a jungle, mildly maintained. sensitive head, especially with the piercing. shower.

NANAMi KENTO : nothing overwhelming, though still impressive. 7.5in long, 3in thick. cut, duel toned because of it. top half is more pink than the rest. short trim. curve to the left. right under the head is the key, he'll bite back a really embarrassing noise if you focus there. grower.

TOJi FUSHiGURO : i pray for y'all toji simps for real, cause fuck. 8.5in easy. 4 inches thick minimum. man built like a tripod. uncut, darker with red undertones. upwards curve. jacob's ladder. three of 'em. this man doesn't shower i'm so sorry. two prominent veins when you pull back the foreskin, sensitive but he'll never show it. shower.

SUKUNA : i pray for y'all as well. find a pringles can. it's bigger. ten inches long, four inches thick. curves upwards and a tad to the right. cut, pale so it gets a nice flush. his tattoos make an appearance, wrapping around the shaft a few times. grower thank god.

CHOSO : average length, 5.5in but thick. four inches. curve to the right, uncut. darker than his skin tone by around four shades. not super trimmed, a delicious fun trail leading to a mild bush. mildly sensitive head, though go for his navel and you'll get a lovely show of him getting all breathy and twitching. shower.

ATSUYA KUSAKABE : i've only just met this man but i want him. carnally. so... six inches in length and 2.5 in width. cut, duel toned though you can't really tell until he's flushed and the top half goes a pretty dark pink. like choso, tasteful amount of hair with the fun trail. one prominent vein that's sensitive, under the head too. grower.

[cowgyaru]

since miguel just spawned out of nowhere, TODO AND NOBARA COMEBACK TRUST🔥🔥

[polinomnom]

Some tenderness

I had to get back to my commissions but i couldnt resist making my warm-up sketch kusahigu haha ✨

[dead-leaves]

jujutsu kaisen has run out of main characters and side characters so now gege is bringing out characters from the prequel to fight against sukuna ... then what? is the bakery girl gonna come out next?

[itsiitsu]

Two dads

[g00miato]

God protect these dilfs 😩🙇‍♀️ (quick drawing)

[ezralva]

Kusakabe BEFORE meeting Higuruma

Kusakabe AFTER meeting Higuruma

Literally make his body be a shield (against Sukuna) and stepping stone for Higuruma

Can't blame a man for having priority ¯\_(ツ)_/¯