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c4teyezz · 3 months

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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!!!)

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bas-writes · 1 month

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JJK MEN WEARING A SEXY COSTUME FOR YOU

featuring: gojo, ino, takaba, naobito, geto, toji, higuruma, ijichi, nanami, choso, naoya, shiu, kusakabe, sukuna, yaga cw: ambiguous reader, suggestive themes a/n: various ideas were stuck with me since i saw this sukuna fanart by @clumsyraccoon and i finally put them together in my online notebook; i finally got myself to write my underrated husband takaba too, yay!

100% into that

Gojo

What is sex if not fun? Sticking to one outfit or doing stuff butt-naked would be boring and boredom is the last thing Gojo wants to have incorporated into his sex life. He's the one bringing this up, actually, one day appearing in the bedroom as a sexy nurse. He changes costumes more often than his everyday outfits, until he gets bored and returns for a while to the classic naked routine.

what he would wear: literally anything. he would fuck even in a fursuit

Ino

Sweet boyfriend Ino has quite a kinky side to him and likes to experiment. You're proposing, he's in, no questions asked—and gods above, he feels amazing while dressing up for you. Rather than coming up with ideas, he lets you dress him however you desire; he prefers costumes to be tied to his submissive strike.

what he would wear: sexy bunny costume, catboy/puppy attire, lingerie

Takaba

He takes to costumes and crossdressing like a duck to water, he's a professional, after all. No shame and no restrictions to imagination found—and he loves to roleplay while in costume, so be ready to be encouraged to wear a matching one. Takaba is pretty flexible when it comes to adapting to your whims, so whether you prefer a submissive femboy or a leather daddy, you will have it.

what he would wear: he's down to anything you propose but personally loves burlesque the most

Naobito

He has a huge crossdressing and role reversal kink, and he lets you know about it beforehand—he can't imagine sex without a little dress up game from time to time, so if it's a big no for you, you won't be compatible partners. He doesn't expect you to wear a costume as well but will be delighted if you play along, especially with his favorite geisha & customer game.

what he would wear: traditional feminine japanese attire

likely

Geto

Himself, Geto is rather indifferent when it comes to what he's wearing (or not) during spicy moments. But he likes to spoil you in bed and to nurture your kinky side, so he will take a mental note whenever you come up with dressing-up or roleplay ideas, and strike when you expect it the least despite the slow build-up he prepares on the way. He leaves a trace of his schemes, lets you run into clues, like browsing history or a receipt "recklessly" left on display. You will know what awaits you—but never for sure and never when.

what he would wear: priest attire, sexy bunny costume, nurse costume, latex, lingerie

Toji

What are some clothes in comparison to all those wild and weird things he's done with all those women for a place to stay. He even likes it but he's usually just too lazy and believes that, in the end, the simplicity and naked bodies are the best. So, sometimes you have to coax him into wearing what you want—but for Toji there's no such a inconvenience that couldn't be bribed with a bowl of good ramen or a blowjob.

what he would wear: leather, uniforms and working clothing, cosplay

Higuruma

He's just unsure if he's more into that or into the overwhelming embarrassment he feels when you put him into a costume. He hasn't done it with previous partners and, on top of everything, no matter how hard he tries, he can't quite click with roleplaying, if it comes with the costume. In the end he almost always caves but he definitely feels more confident in outfits that don't require coming up with acting.

what he would wear: suits, uniforms and working clothing, priest attire

Ijichi

The thing about him is that he just...doesn't have heart to say no, and once he finds himself in the middle of situation, in crushing majority he's so much into that he scares himself. Dressing up at least doesn't come with the aftertaste of "in the end, it did awaken something in me". Prefers to be dressed up like a doll rather than coming up with costume ideas

what he would wear: crossdressing, sexy bunny costume, catboy costume, cosplay of female characters, maid costume

rather unlikely

Nanami

He just...doesn't get the appeal. Will do it for you, if you insist really hard, but it's a special kind of a treat and you won't get it often. Once he gets into the attire though, he's dedicated to his task for 100%. Nanami never does his job half-heartedly, if you want to have a sexy maid, you will have a sexy maid to the tiniest detail.

what he would wear: leather, suit or uniform, maid costume for crossdressing & role reversal roleplay | i actually did write something about the latter...

Choso

Poor soul, it's almost too embarrassing for him. He blushes so hard he gets scarlet-red all over his face, stutters and ineffectively tries to bolt from the place where you attacked him with your ideas. Why do you want him to do this, it's weird, he looks weird, why can't you two have normal sex? Eventually gives up if you pester him long enough but he gets so submissive about it it's almost more adorable than sexy.

what he would wear: any cute attire. he looks surprisingly good in cute, lolita fasion inspired dresses

Naoya

He's rolling his eyes and scoffing even before you finish explaining him your idea. It's ridiculous, you are ridiculous, if you hoped he will do as you please and put that hideous outfit on (after all, anything that hasn't been chosen by Naoya himself is hideous by definition). He has more pride and praise kink than braincells, though, so he will cave just to show off. He loves it but he will rather be skinned alive than admit it to you.

what he would wear: if you stroke his ego hard enough, he will literally wear anything, even the most stupid outfit possible

Shiu

A sly smirk dances on his lips when he's listening and counting how many favours he can squeeze out of you in exchange for what you're asking him to do. He never explicitly says yes or no, so you're not sure whether he hates the idea or quite contrary; it's always an exchange of goods for him and you need to be prepared for hard negotiations.

what he would wear: oh baby, that completely depends on how much you're willing to pay for your whim...

you need a miracle

Kusakabe

If you thought Choso is the peak of embarrassed blush, look at Kusakabe's face when you show him the bunny ears you bought in a sex shop. He stutters and talks way too loudly, has no idea what to do with hands, paces around as he explains why absolutely never and why did you even bring this to him, is this a joke and if it is, then a very not funny one. Will, reluctantly, try, if you're pleading long enough, as conscience gnaws on him and calls him out for being a coward.

what he would wear: sexy bunny. once. never again until you effectively bribe him

Sukuna

You really have the gall to ask him for such things in the first place—but, luckily for you, he loves when you're being bold. Just don't overuse your special privilege if you don't want to have it revoked and face...consequences. Be patient, he will wait for the right moment and eventually reward you for your assets. It's an exceptionally rare moment, so treasure it.

what he would wear: leather, uniforms, genderbend cosplay of female characters

Yaga

He's too old for this, leave him alone. The best that you will squeeze out of him is one of the suits he doesn't wear anymore but doesn't want to get rid of it either. And still, as soon as the matters get closer to sex, he will just take it off.

what he would wear: he's a hopeless case, let him be the boomer he wants to be or else he will ruin any outfit for you

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peachy-cheeks · 2 months

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Kusakabe Atsuya A to Z

warnings: nsfw... and didn’t proofread… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

a/n: ovulating, rewatching season 2, and kinda fixating on maybe my favorite minor male character in jjk... idk i know there are more atsuya stans out here in hiding and i'm sad that there's more fic for like... idk... naoya... than him... like stand up yall, he's excellent, relatable, has a decent backstory, and i kinda wanna give him a kiss. anyway....

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Atsuya's disposition often reads as removed, cold, or unenthusiastic but I like to think of this in two ways: it's a defense mechanism and his job (unfortunately tied to his entire life) is conducive to him acting this way.

All of that to say he's likely the exact opposite one-on-one. Especially when he's completely disarmed by the comfort of his partner— he's the type to cradle and cuddle you, shower you in little pecks, gently move strands of hair out the way to get a better view of your face, and bury his face into your neck to breathe more of you in... You might have to kick him off of you to grab a towel before he falls asleep though.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it’s his forearms. He’s grateful that they’re used to bearing a lot of weight and can still exert a good amount of strength. It also gives him a little endorphin rush to feel the palm of your hands grip onto his arms for leverage and support.

His favorite part of you is a 50/50 split between your breasts and the inner plush of your thighs. The sensation of rubbing against, gripping onto, pinching, and biting the delicate skin excites him, mostly because he knows that he can always get a rise out of you from those areas. Truly he's indecisive, but he knows that the soft warmth feels much better in his grasp than the stiff, weighty tsuka (the main source of the callouses on his fingertips) he's used to reaching for.

C = Cum (What it says on the tin...)

I mean there isn't anything really special about his cum (at least he thinks), but he does love seeing it streaked across your face, glistening in your mouth, running along your chin and down your neck. Guilty pleasure is seeing it in your hair, though he sympathizes with how annoying that can be to deal with so he tries to avoid it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He absolutely loves when you boss him around. Not that he doesn't already listen to you or that he'd be combative, but he really can't help it if his pants feel just a little tighter every time you tell him what he "needs" to do or even get a little cross with him. Oof... and you potentially praising him for doing something right? Definitely a submissive side he has yet to unpack or even connect the behavior with, though he can totally acknowledge that you taking the reins gives him a chance to step back from the big brother/instructor role for once.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Decently experienced and while he wouldn't divulge his past escapades with you (unless you asked), you can definitely feel the experience in how he touches you. Attentive and confident in how his hands direct your body.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Indecisive on this as well but he takes deep pleasure in seeing you take control. If he had to list his favorite three, it would be cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and missionary at the very top.

I mean, he loves seeing you on top but he's a traditionalist and, efficiency-wise, he can reach where you need him most at a faster and harder pace with you under him. Missionary is also the easiest position for him to hold your cheeks between his hand to keep your focus on him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Again, someone who seems more serious than not. But when he's comfortable and in a non-life threatening situation between the legs of his lover, a tender side of Atsuya shows. Of course, it takes a bit of time... multiple sessions and hours really... of cutting through his reserved attitude, but after a while you find that both of your kisses, moans, and deep, vulnerable sighs are bookended by smiles and giggles. Maybe someone pulled a funny face or decided to give up prematurely on a strenuous position. Maybe you both have a moment of realization that the perfect person is fucking you and you can't help but laugh at your luck.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I have a personal soft-spot for this so walk with me a bit... chest, arms, legs... perfect sprinkle of hair... enough to give a very mature (ugh... dilf-esque) compliment to the toned muscles underneath. A very charming, dark happy trail dusts his lower abs and leads to a nicely trimmed yet fuller tuft of hair above his dick.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Recurring theme here... he's a secret sweetheart. Day-to-day and outside of a dangerous situation, he's a particularly dedicated, caring, and thoughtful person. There's still a reserved quality to how romantic he is PDA-wise. Hand-holding is fine, the occasional well-timed kiss— ideally away from students— is fine, he just prefers to be more chivalrous (acts of service) than overtly affectionate (touch). He's more-so worried about giving himself the ick from being a bit too forward and all over you in public (and in-turn giving you the ick.)

But... when he is all over you, the body worship makes you feel like the only person on earth. It's like he has an innate sense of how to nonverbally rectify anything you may have misread about his feelings for you (from a mix of cultivated experience and natural chemistry). Because he's constantly in minor disbelief about how you want him as much as he wants you, in bed he's very communicative, quick to learn all of your trigger points, and loves to hand out compliments:

"Mm... I remember. That spot's really sensitive... can I kiss you there?"

"Comfortable? Feel like my hands were made for holding you here..."

"Seriously don't get how someone can be as perfect as you..."

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oh boy... rare now since he's not away from you too often. I think prior to shooting his shot with you he had a major moment of self-discovery where you slowly became the main subject of his spank-bank.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Something about Atsuya makes me think that he's generally vanilla but would be really into subtle power-play. Not committed to the full dom/sub relationship or BDSM as a practice, but loves a little touch of friendly roughness. A hand to his (or your) throat, hair tugging, a few loving slaps, maybe even a little spit-play.

I think shibari/kinbaku would be the furthest he'd go. He respects the beauty of it, the amount of trust and patience it takes to do it right, the learning process, and how much you look like you need him by the end.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Traditionalist... nothing can beat a bedroom. Though the shower is nice... keeping you from slipping gives him a great opportunity to lift. The kitchen table is great too since it offers the perfect leverage. The couch offers the same thing too for a few different positions. Well... I guess as long as it's at home...

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your smile. It’s really that simple. Seeing you express any amount of joy, let alone share it with him fills him with a type of yearning that he can’t really verbalize. It just makes him want to be as close to you as possible.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Teacher kink... would indulge if you really enjoyed it but reminds him entirely too much of work 😭

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He enjoys giving and isn't bad at it by any means but you swear something very repressed and primal unveils itself when he locks eyes with you on your knees, mouth open, and doe-eyed. He tries to be gentle about it at least.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

This can vary since he enjoys almost any pace as long as it's with you. With setting a pace he really keeps an eye out for what he thinks you'd prefer at the moment. I think there's always a point where he can't hold back but he strategizes around and prioritizes getting you off... depends on how much time you both have. But hey, if the pace happens to start out needy and desperate...

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not against a quickie, but as mentioned, defers to your mood on how to proceed. For him, the most likely scenario of needing a quickie (because he’d prefer to just be late or cancel whatever was cutting into your time) would be on campus; a taboo that he hates to admit actually excites him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's willing to experiment with you and anyone he's had an extended relationship with, but frankly speaking the limits of his own risk-taking imagination run fairly short (apart from speculating on what places you two could get away with hooking up.) But if you can show him something new, he's likely game (though, nothing super bloody or violent... just not his thing.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He blames it on getting older but, normally, twice in one go is maybe the best he can do. Definitely exceptions to this... say someone feels particularly giving, there's a special occasion (anniversaries, birthdays, coming back from an assignment, a nice date night), or maybe you two lucked out and have a whole weekend, unbusy and unbothered, together.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He seems like a very simple, no-frills guy. But if you have any favorites to bring to the table, that'd likely pique his interest.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Atsuya aims to please so his teasing (just light petting, groping, and sweet whispers) is typically relegated to foreplay. Beyond this, he likes to give you very simple, sometimes curt, directions to follow while he’s fucking you. He doesn’t fully restrict you (most of the time) or prevent you from chasing your high but he likes to put small roadblocks and rules to bargain on in your way:

“Hey, look at me. Don’t touch. I’ll do it if you look at me. Mmhmm… keep your eyes here. Good... Feel good? That what you wanted?”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not loud, per-say, but does have a habit of moaning into your mouth, against your ear, or just against your body in general. Maybe he’s a little too shy to moan aloud and feels safer relinquishing these rare sounds to you only.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Atsuya definitely has an oral fixation. He deeply misses smoking– especially a post-sex cigarette– but he doesn’t mind if you indulge. Actually, he really looks forward to seeing you have one. Over the years he’s wisened up to the fact that smoke deteriorates the body but he still finds something enticing about the act of sucking on death itself. Especially the way you do it (of course, he does want you to live a long, prosperous life…)

You always offer him a hit but he’s principled enough to look and not touch… he also keeps a few candies in a couple of different drawers around the house, so he’s covered. On the more current end of his oral fixation, he loves sharing lollipops with you. Even better when you steal a kiss with the candy caught between both your lips.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Tanned shaft (that he loves feeling you squeeze against), darker pink tip (that he loves feeling you suck on), wonderful shape with a few prominent veins and an upward tilt. Girth-y and not unbearably long, but even when he's not hard there's a decent chub.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He would say he has a very unremarkably normal libido though you’d say otherwise. Again, he tries to reel back on PDA but when you’re both lounging around, cooking, doing chores around the house, getting dressed, and other regular daily activities he can get quite handsy and heart-eyed.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Leaves a bit of space (let's say an hour... hour and thirty tops) for a sweet and short make-out, pillow-talk, and cleanup but otherwise ready to sleep like a swaddled baby and will most likely be the big spoon.

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clumsyraccoon · 5 months

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OK, here it is...

Kusakabe Atsuya (JuJutsu Kaisen) x AFAB!reader

Reader is afab but I tried to keep anything else as gender neutral as possible, so description of body should be ambiguous. "pussy", "cunt" and "clit" used to describe genitalia. No pronouns used.

Adding details: reader is a foreigner sorcerer, mentions of previous make out session (I said it was self indulgent… >.>”), mentions of alcohol

Smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THANK YOU): fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Words: 2630

[I swear to the gods I don't know what (or who) possessed me while writing this O_O It's honestly my first time ever finishing a smut piece, so if you have comments and/or constructive criticisms, as always I will be more than welcome to hear them! ^^]

[Ah, yes, not beta read, minor edit just to not post a complete mess XD]

The now empty boxes of your take-out are set aside in a corner of the table, to make room for all the preparatory paperwork for the mission. Forms, applications, and all the paperwork required: you also had to learn all the bureaucratic minutiae in order to become a full-fledged sorcerer. You flanked several professional sorcerers since you arrived at Tokyo JuJutsu High, to better understand all the various processes and to see how every individual had their way of doing the work, and for the mission at hand it was Kusakabe-san turn.

After the end of class for that day, you both opted go to the home of one of the two: as much as JuJutsu High provided rooms and offices for their personnel, the both of you wanted somewhere more cosy and relaxed, as winter was fast approaching and being in the office when it was already so dark outside spoiled the mood of the man paired with you.

In that first year in Japan, you had the chance to meet a variety of exceptional and extravagant people that left you almost without breath sometimes, first above anyone else the person that scouted you: Gojo Satoru. But Kusakabe was somehow...different. He was indeed a powerful and skilled sorcerer, a Grade 1 nonetheless, but his demeanor was so in contrast with people like Gojo or Mei-Mei that he seemed almost...normal. And that was kind of a relief, especially for a foreigner that has been oblivious about the jujutsu society for most of their life. He was a good teacher and when he came to you, he used the same patience and tranquility in explaining things: just as he didn't treat any of his students as stupid (maybe apart from the occasional times when they drove him nuts), he never made you feel inferior, putting you at the same level of every other sorcerer and explaining things calmly and clearly.

“Now, we begin with filling the Prearranged Team Management Form.” his low voice takes you out of your own thoughts, bringing you back to the delightfully bureaucratic filled present. He slides a blank folder under your nose, pointing with his finger the protocol number. “It serves to organise who will be in the team and leave a track of which exact people will be at which exact location. Obviously 99% of the time it is filled out after the mission is over, due to the lack of advance notice...but I have to teach you properly, so here it is.”

As much as he hates missions, he is a very thorough individual. Every paper is neatly placed in front of you, a small semi-transparent differently coloured post-it at the corner of every folder, a way to categorise them depending on their function and who they should be delivered to in the office. You nod, trying to memorise number and use of said form, while Kusakabe lends you a pen. “Experience is the best teacher – he says, a small grin appearing on his lips – so I’ll let you do the honor” Another nod from you, while you put all the concentration you’re capable of into filling the form out. He snorts at your face, a smile tugging at he corners of his lips “Don’t worry, you’re not under exam.”

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A couple of hours later and the atmosphere is far more relaxed, thanks to the majority of the papers being taken care of...and also to the couple of bottles of red wine you had brought from your country.

“There - you say, stretching and lying on the floor, since sitting on a chabudai for too long was something your body was still not that used to – should be the last one, right?” The wine in your system is not that much, you would not call yourself drunk right now, but it leaves a pleasant buzz throughout your whole body, your senses slightly enhanced by the alcohol. There’s also a pleasant warmth that radiates form you and, even if you’re wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, you feel it slowly increasing. Turning your head towards him, you take the chance to glance at Kusakabe while he’s still preoccupied with checking papers: your gaze start from the hand on the floor he’s putting his weight on, then slowly trails up his hairy forearm (when did he took of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up?!?), the slightly unbuttoned shirt, revealing just a hint of his also hairy chest…

“Yep, everything seems fine to me”

...his neck and jaw, idly moving whenever he turned his lollipop around in his mouth...(his neck and jaw that you explored oh so well in an half-drunk yet very aroused state after Ieiri’s birthday party...)

“Y/N?”

You snap out of your trance and meet his questioning gaze, the warmth inside of you making a sudden surge. But, somehow, you don’t feel embarrassed nor guilty. You never felt like that with him, always making you feel at ease, as if he was something solid, something certain that brings stability in the frenzy of life.

“Yes?”

“Are you drunk?”

A heartfelt laugh escapes your lips, while you pat the futon at your side, inviting him to join you on the floor. “No, just happy we finally finished all the boring stuff.” you answer, while he lies on his side near you, propped up on one elbow, hand supporting his head. You look up at him, trying to ignore the warmth that heavily radiates from his body as well.

“Thank you, Kusakabe-san” you murmur.

“Ah, I’ve already told you – he retorts, a small grimace on his features, while he takes the stick of his now finished lollipop out of his mouth – you can call me Atsuya.”

“Well, then... thank you, Atsuya.”

The way you say his given name is not even consciously intended, but it slips out of your lips nonetheless, taking down the raising heat by a couple degrees...but not in an unpleasant manner. Your own voice send a shiver down your spine, the way you said his name probably giving away way more than you had intended to, and you search his gaze, to see and assess how much damage you have done. His brown eyes are instantly locked into yours, a flick of hesitation already fleeting away to give space to...to… You don’t know how to describe what you see, you just feel the warmth of his body raising again and his already wide pupils taking over his irises completely, two dark pools you’re sure you’ll drown into, if you’re not careful. He doesn’t say anything, just exhales a tad too loudly than normal, while still not breaking eye-contact with you. His free hand slowly reaches for you and you don’t notice, still too enthralled by the soft, welcoming abyss of his eyes, until his fingertips brush against the exposed skin between your t-shirt and jeans, fingertips so hot they threaten to burn holes into your flesh, so hot they send another, more powerful this time, shiver up you spine. It’s your time now to exhale loudly, anticipation already making you squirm under his touch.

“Atsuya”

His name rolls out of your tongue another time, more shyly yet more pleading, a whisper that becomes a prayer on his ears and in his heart. How can he deny you, resist you anymore when you say his name oh so nicely? How can he find the strength to stop the both of you once again when you’re here, on his futon, looking up at him with that gaze, calling his name with that tone? How can he withdraw from your warmth? How can he suppress all that turmoil you cause in his heart every damn time he sees you?

He, simply, can’t.

So, finally, instead of fighting back what he now knows to be unbeatable, he surrender. He surrender himself to your smile that goes with your every “Good morning!”, he surrender himself to electricity that surges every time your hands brush by accident, he surrender himself to the optimism you sport every time you go on a mission together. He surrender himself to you, completely and undeniably.

The fingertips on your skin become a palm, sneaking under the hem of your t-shirt and gently caressing what’s underneath it. Your answer wants to be a soft gasp, but there’s no time for it to form before his lips descend on yours. The kiss is so sweet it is almost chaste, that first contact delivering all the feelings the both of you have tried to store away in the depths of your hearts, finally revealing what you have always been afraid to say. It feels liberating to finally let go, and you feel Kusakabe’s muscles relax in sync with yours, months of pining quickly dissolving from your bodies and souls.

One of your hand finds its way to his hair and gently tugs at it, with the result of making him part his lips and moan into your mouth, giving you the chance to deepen the kiss. The flavour of his lollipop floods your taste buds and you devour each other, almost like teenagers at their first shot at kissing, and your body already ask, no scream for so much more that you try to turn on your side to have a better position, but Kusakabe’s hand keeps you firmly in place. He pulls away just enough to look at you “Please, let me…” he murmurs against your lips. And in his tone there’s a plea that sink right into your heart and turns it into jelly. Replying with a nod you let yourself relax again on the futon, while his hand lifts your shirt all the way up, leaving your flushed chest exposed to him. He takes a moment to feel your erratic beating heart, palm pressed right in the middle of your chest, before resuming his exploration of your skin.

Despite the callousness of his hands, his touch is gentle, almost feather-like. Fingertips lightly brush against your skin, trailing around your nipples, but never touching them, down towards your navel, to your hips, up your sides. No haste nor hurry, but taking their damn time into exploring every inch of you, as if they were explorers into territory unknown to mankind up until now. They then skim just above the hem of your jeans, goosebumps now covering the entirety of your body, while his mouth descends to leave warm kisses on your chest. They are almost shy at first, sealed lips barely touching your skin, but as soon as your hand find its place in his hair again, they become more bold, tongue poking out to wet the path.

It takes a few minutes of kisses placed with utter adoration all over your exposed body, before Kusakabe muster the courage to latch on one of your nipples. And when he does, you start to sing. A moan finally fall freely from your parted lips, your body arching into his touch, craving him not only there, but everywhere on your burning body. Your free hand joins the other and entangles itself in his brown locks, instinctively squeezing every time you feel his teeth grazing against your sensitive flesh and receiving a pleased grunt from him in exchange.

There’s a trickle of saliva connecting your nipple to his tongue when he parts from you, and you look at it glimmering in the room’s light, almost enraptured by the vision, before your attention is diverted from it by the man’s hand. Slowly, he’s unbuttoning your jeans, his gaze fixated on you and, as you reciprocate his look, the thought that crosses your mind is that he’s insanely handsome. A blush covers the majority of his face and the tips of his ears, his hair is ruffled by all of your toying, and in his eyes you can see the real feeling he always nurtured for you.

Warm fingers slip past the waistband of your panties and push the clothes down enough your tights to leave your core exposed, the sudden chill air against you heated skin sending a shiver up your spine. Cupping his face with your hands, you kiss Kusakabe deeply, pulling him closer to you, while his fingers start to roam your tight like they previously did on your chest. Your focus shifts from his mouth to his neck (god how you missed it) and you unbutton his shirt, trying to spur him, but his touches are painstakingly slow, fingers too far away from where you wanted them most. Undaunted, you continue your attack, tongue tracing pathways of pleasure into his skin, teeth scarping and sinking, lips comforting and eliciting.

Circles are drawn on the canvas of your skin, smaller and smaller, until he finally reaches your cunt and you start to loose track of time, his fingers teasing your folds but never entering, caresses on your clit that never turns into that something more enough for you to finally cum. Squirming and whimpering through the sweet anguish he persists in doing, yet you hear the first signs of capitulations in his own grunts and moans.

Yet he persists.

Your breaths are hot and short against each other, the temperature of both your bodies so high now you might have a fever. Your face nuzzle in the crook of his neck, his ministration starting to make you see stars in your vision, while you desperately cling to his now exposed chest, hair soft under your touch.

“A-atsuya...p-pleeease…”

Deft fingers continue to caress your sex, eliciting a new series of moans and cries out of your mouth, his tongue trailing from your ear down your neck, leaving the skin burning in its wake. And you know that, if he continues to torture you like that, it’s no long before you come undone under him. So, with the last remnants of your will, the leg trapped in between his tries to grind against his hard, still clothed, cock, while one of your hand tries to get a hold of his forearm, in a futile attempt to slow him down or hurry him up, you’re not even sure of what you want to do anymore. You just now that you will not resist a second more.

As if he reads your mind, Kusakabe finally finally push a finger past your folds and inside your aching pussy, your lewd cry of pleasure making his dick throb in his pants. There’s no need for a second digit, as your orgasm hits you suddenly and violently, leaving you shaking so bad you cling to him for dear life.

You stay like that for a couple of minutes, but as soon as the shivers start to subside, you look up at him “Need you...inside...pl-please…” is all you manage to say in between your broken breaths. A soft kiss on your temple “Are you sure?”

Just a nod from you and he’s unbuckling his pants, letting his cock finally free. Impatient hands pull him closer and he’s already lined up to your entrance and ready, but he takes his time to smile down and then softly kiss you, before entering in one go in your wet hole. It’s your turn now to moan into his mouth, while he hooks your legs over his arms, a mating press the best way to deal with all the too many clothes you two still wear.

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to reach your peaks, pent-up as you are, moans and cries being swallowed into hungry kisses, bodies trembling in unison. And as your breath slowly come back to normal and you both descend from your high, the way Kusakabe embraces you tells you everything you wanted to hear from him.

#JuJutsu Kaisen #Kusakabe Atsuya #JuJutsu Kaisen x reader #Kusakabe Atsuya x reader #x reader #re-reading this it feel a lot like an attack of word vomiting >.>#I genuinely have mixed feelings about this text #oh well I guess brainrot for this man is too strong rn to care XD

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 1 month

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Pain and Pleasure:

JJK Threesome Scenario

A/N: Filth. Sanity? Questionable.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, nipple bondage, S&M, humiliation, dacryphilia, cock riding, rough play

Feat: Higuruma X Reader X Kusakabe

Summary: You said you liked it rough, didn't you?

Word Count: 481

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Getting picked up by two fine men like Higuruma and Kusakabe is an event that happens rarely, even more so when they bring up the idea of adding a little S&M into the scenario. You felt your core drip from eagerness when they showed you the weighted nipple clamps with unusually long chains connected to each one. You gasp as they attach them onto your body, pulling your breasts down, the pressure exquisite on your sensitive flesh.

Now you moan and whine and whimper and you ride Higuruma’s unbelievably long cock, feeling how high you have to go on your knees and toes before you even manage to slide him out by an inch before coming back down. You feel the weight of the clamps on your nipples, a slight throbbing pain, and you try not to shake them too much from your movement. Every now and then Higuruma thrusts upwards, causing the clamps to shake and you squeak from the nips of pain accompanying the pleasure.

“Boring.” Kusakabe huffs as he sits cross legged on the sofa a little away from the both of you on the carpet, glass of scotch in one hand, the chains attached to the clamps firmly held in the other. “Is that all you can take?”

The sadistic bastard pulls the chains hard enough to make you yelp in pain, his laugh ringing in your ears as your own humiliation adds to the arousal and pleasure.

“Kusakabe,” Higuruma says in a reprimanding drawl, “She’s trying her best, why be mean to the girl?”

“Because when we picked her up we didn’t do it to let her take the easy way. Look at her, sliding her precious princess pussy up and down like she doesn’t enjoy the pain. Listen." Kusakabe grips both chains, the clinking catching your attention immediately. “We picked you up because we expect you to behave like the little slut we know you can be. Understood?”

You nod quickly, eyeing the chains with kind of strange, wary excitement.

“Are you even close?” Kusakabe shoots the question to Higuruma who grins.

“I was letting her take her time.”

“No. Because that means I have to wait longer for her to fuck me. Well you heard the man.” He whips both chains which ripple and pull on both your nipples, causing a few tears to spill from your eyes which adds to his amusement. “Faster. Maybe I’ll let you take them off while fucking me if you do a good job.”

“Yes sir,” you whimper and begin to move your hips faster, feeling how much wetter you’ve become after this exchange. You feel the weights shake as you do this, biting your lip to not make it obvious how much you’re enjoying the pain.

“That’s better.” Kusakabe takes a long sip from his glass.

“Keep that up and we might even let you cum tonight.”

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theraccoonslair · 2 months

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Working with you (NSFW)

Characters: Kusakabe Atsuya x AFAB!reader

Synopsis: As much as he hates missions, he is a very thorough individual. Every paper is neatly placed in front of you, a small semi-transparent differently coloured post-it at the corner of every folder, a way to categorise them depending on their function and who they should be delivered to in the office. You nod, trying to memorise number and use of said form, while Kusakabe lends you a pen. “Experience is the best teacher – he says, a small grin appearing on his lips – so I’ll let you do the honor”

Words: 2600⁓

Note: Reader is afab but I tried to keep anything else as gender neutral as possible, so description of body should be ambiguous. "pussy", "cunt" and "clit" used to describe genitalia. No pronouns used. Reader is a foreigner sorcerer, mentions of previous make out session, mentions of alcohol. This is a NSFW text, so please MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, THANK YOU.

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“Yep, everything seems fine to me”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Are you drunk?”

“Thank you, Kusakabe-san” you murmur.

“Ah, I’ve already told you – he retorts, a small grimace on his features, while he takes the stick of his now finished lollipop out of his mouth – you can call me Atsuya.”

“Well, then... thank you, Atsuya.”

“Atsuya”

He, simply, can’t.

Yet he persists.

“A-atsuya...p-pleeease…”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #kusakabe atsuya #kusakabe atsuya x reader #Coony scribbles

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kodzukenmaaa · 2 years

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CHOSO

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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

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HIGURUMA HIROMI

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OKKOTSU YUTA

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❛ HEADCANONS ❜

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❛ SERIES ❜

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chososdiscordkitten · 1 month

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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

MDNI

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.

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

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imsadandindespair · 5 months

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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

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #nanami #higuruma hiromi #hiromi jjk #jjk higuruma #jjk nanami #kusakabe atsuya #jjk fanfic #jjk fandom #gege hate #gege akutami #gege when i catch you gege #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader #higuruma x reader #higuruma smut #nanami smut

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multi-fandom-imagine · 4 months

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2am...has got me thinking about that four way with our favorite men.

Nanami Kento & Higuruma Hiromi- gets the pussy{ double penetration baby }

Kusakabe Atsuya- blow job.

Look idk what you people want from me 😂

But let me know if you want this

#nanami kento #Higuruma Hiromi #Kusakabe Atsuya #kusakabe atsuya x reader #Kusakabe Atsuya x you #higuruma hiromi x reader #Higuruma Hiromi x you #manami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen

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specialgrades · 10 months

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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.

#💌 ; asks.#gonna tag. all of them. hello *dies*#jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #geto suguru x male reader #nanami kento x male reader #toji fushiguro x male reader #sukuna x male reader #choso x male reader #atsuya kusakabe x male reader #tagging m!reader even tho it's not specific cutely #i wrote this instead of doing the dishes like my dad reminded me a good five times #me holding up a ruler while writing this: jesus christ. fuck.#i was gonna add mahito but that man can just change it at will and lies too. has never told the truth in his life #✏️ ; works.

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bas-writes · 5 months

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nonsexual acts of intimacy ↬ reacting to the other one crying about something

❧ kusakabe atsuya x gn!reader | cw: pre-relationship, mutual pinning, story takes part in a bar setting but there's no mention of alcohol ❧

It's been more of instinct than a conscious decision, Kusakabe must admit as he's lingering behind the door, hand clenched on the handle. He sprinted to his feet right behind you and followed—but now, once he knows why you left the party so suddenly, his confidence popped like a balloon and faded.

Part of him is glad it's not sickness, part gnaws on his conscience and thrashes his mind from the inside. What is he doing here? He's never been good with crying people; he should turn back and call Nanami or Iori… Does he even have tissues on himself?

But the sight of your slumped back and curled shoulders, shaking in that characteristic rhythm of sobbing, clenches his heart with pain almost dragging a cry out of him too. It should be his chest you should hide your face in, not your hands, out there in the cold, leaning over the railing in front of a bar.

Maybe if he wasn't such a coward and finally pushed the matters further than courteous coffee and snack dates after work—

Kusakabe scratches the back of his head and gnaws on a profanity pressing to his tongue. If he did A, there needs to be B, or else he won't be able to call himself a man anymore.

"Okay there, Y/N?" He tries to sound casual, peeking through the open door, his coat thrown over his arm at ready. It's just a smoking break, not a rescue mission, and it doesn't matter that he quit smoking two years ago.

You jolt in place, wipe your eyes with both hands at once, your lips trembling slightly as you try to pull a smile, "Yeah, all good. Just needed fresh air."

Horrible liars, both of you.

He leans over the railing, close to you but keeping the distance suit for a coworker.

"You sure you don't need to call it a day?" Trying to push through awkward silence, he observes you with the very corner of his eye. Not obviously staring, just casually monitoring the situation, like a good colleague should, right? "I can call a taxi—"

"I'm okay." At least your voice doesn't tremble anymore. "It's been… A rough week. Just needed to cry some. Five more minutes and I'll be back."

You don't have any coat on, Kusakabe realizes and almost slaps himself for not doing so sooner. He should have grabbed yours, not his, if he really wanted to be useful. What is he going to do now, stay there with you awkwardly and dressed or return to the warmth, leaving you alone midst cursed December?

Just a coworker wouldn't—

"Here." He wraps his coat around your shoulders, his heart fluttering when your gazes meet. For a mere few seconds, he can't feel the cold anymore and the noise of the bar behind your backs seems as sweet as a rippling stream.

"And you—" You accept the offering and clench your hands on its skirts. Even if he were about to freeze, he would have no heart to take it back from you, no matter what you say.

"I just need one thing." Praying his hands don't tremble as much as he thinks they do, Kusakabe reaches into one of the pockets, soon fishing a lollipop out of it. "Here, for you."

He taps your nose with it, a stupid, childish impulse—but for the first time tonight you smile for real, soon even laugh a little, "Thanks. Thanks a lot. For checking on me and…everything. Thanks, Atsuya."

A second earlier he thought the sound of your laughter was the prettiest sound he'd ever heard. Oh, how wrong he was.

Even your laughter couldn't compare to the way you say his name.

a/n: I'll die on the hill that Kusakabe's iconic lollipop is a remain of smoking addiction. big thank you to my server peeps for support with my first time at trying writing him & to @clumsyraccoon and @lemonszesty whose Kusakabe writing served as inspo to reach for his drabble out of order! EDIT: it's been brought to my attention that Kusakabe's antismoking lollipop is canon via databook. I'll leave the og note cause the coincidence is just funny lol

#kusakabe x reader #kusakabe atsuya x reader #kusakabe x you #kusakabe atsuya x you #kusakabe x y/n #kusakabe atsuya x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #bas writes #jjk #kusakabe atsuya #gender neutral reader

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peachy-cheeks · 2 months

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rkgk atsuya tying some fortunate soul up... based on this post

#was gonna do a full page but my drawing stamina is so low lmfao #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic #jjk x reader #jjk scenarios #kusakabe atsuya #kusakabe atsuya x reader #atsuya kusakabe

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clumsyraccoon · 3 months

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Fishing

Kusakabe Atsuya x GN!reader

"You and Kusakabe decide to go on a little fishing trip to the sea."

Some fluff inspired by the lovely interaction I had a while back with an anonymous Kusakabe enjoyer <3 Anon, if you're still out there thank you for the sweet headcanons! ❤️

Words: 1.213

TW: mention of fish death

It’s calm and quiet, like you both like it.

The sea is serene, lazy waves lulling you almost to sleep, the distant cries of the seagulls becoming a background noise, dangerously near to have the effect of those ASMR videos and put you in a good slumber. You try for the fourth time to understand the line of the book you’re reading, but with a sigh you admit defeat and put the bookmark between the pages before closing it.

Clear blue sky, gentle breeze. The perfect conditions for a Sunday fishing trip to the sea.

You take off your sunglasses while turning your head the other inhabitant of the boat: Kusakabe has been silent for a good hour now, gaze lost in the depths of the blue sea and trademark lollipop in mouth, while the line of his fishing rod moves in synchrony with the rhythm of the waves. You tilt your head, not sure about what is going on inside his own, but you keep your mouth shut and just admire him from your deck chair: he has abandoned his formal attire, a simple white t-shirt where there was his button-up shirt, and a pair of comfy sweatpants instead of his suit trousers. Even in the way he dresses, he is completely detached from his sorcerer persona: when fishing, he is no more Kusakabe Atsuya, Grade 1 Sorcerer and second-year teacher of Tokyo JuJutsu High. When fishing, he’s just a man enjoying his hobby.

Fishing has always been his way to wind down and relax, the perfect hobby for the kind of solitary man he is: he loves to venture to rivers or lakes and just be there, only him and the fishes (if he is lucky), patiently waiting for one to take the bait. No thoughts, head empty. Or too many thoughts and the urge to somehow release them. And as so precious as it is for him, very few are the people allowed to accompany him, and only every now and then: his old man, his sister and Takeru, you. The first time he shyly and hesitantly asked you, you almost felt guilty in saying yes, as if intruding in something so personal and important for him was something you weren’t allowed to. But he was the one asking, so the guilt was fast dissipated and you felt like the biggest honor has been bestowed upon you. He invited you to go fishing with him. He trusted you.

He has his usual spots, mostly hidden and unknown parts of rivers and lakes he has found over the years in his missions’ wanderings, places far away from the city where he can forget for a while the kind of world he lives in. First time, he took you to a lake up in the mountains, water so cold you thought it was impossible for any form of life to live there. Second time it was by a river, comfortably sit under a big tree on the bank, the soft breeze coming from it the perfect thing to cool down in that particularly hot summer day. For today, the both of you wanted to try something more audacious and ended up in that little rented boat out in the sea, a fresh new book for you and a brand new sets of colorful lures for him.

You focus again on the present and your gaze returns to him, shoulders slightly hunched, his broad back in full display, the perfectly fitting t-shirt doing his physique justice almost better than the shirt. He doesn’t move much and you start to worry a bit, torn between instinct to check on him and the fact that you know he needs those moments of complete detachment from the world. You decide for a middle ground, moving closer with your chair, just enough to make him feel your presence: you are there, near him, ready both if he ever needed something or if he wanted you to leave him be.

But it is not long before something starts to change: the fishing float trembles and with a plop! it goes underwater. Kusakabe immediately tenses, concentration completely devoted to the right moves he has to perform in order to have a successful catch. The fishing line is being tugged fiercely and the man at your side jumps up from his little plastic chair, sending it flying behind him. Your body reacts by reflex and tenses as well, you heart racing in your chest, apprehension taking over you as if you were the one fishing.

Kusakabe slowly yet steadily starts to move the fishing rod from left to right, in order to wear out whatever fish hooked itself on it. Enough strength to drag it around, but not too much or the line will snap.

Leeeeeeeeft and riiiiiiiiight

leeeeeeeeft and riiiiiiiiight

Almost hypnotized you follow his movements with your gaze, hands clenching your shorts. His forearm muscles so tense you can almost count the fibers and the veins. A single droplet of sweat rolls down the side of his face, eyebrows knitted in hyper-focus.

“C’mon, you motherfucker…” he murmurs through clenched teeth, that threaten to snap as well.

The intense battle between him and the fish continues for a while, struggle for catching against struggle for escaping, before Kusakabe suddenly jerks the fishing rod back and the biggest and most gorgeous tuna you’ve ever seen emerges form the salty waters. The time seems to freeze. Kusakabe’s wide eyes. The fish iridescent scales under the sun. Your hands pressed over your gaping mouth.

When the tuna lands on the boat with a loud thud and starts to squirm around, time starts to flow normally again and Kusakabe acts quick on instinct, quickly seizing and immobilizing the fish with both hands until it completely stops moving. Eyes still wide from surprise and emotion turn towards you “It’s...it’s a tuna...”

His face transforms and the biggest smile you have ever seen on him forms on his lips and reaches up to his eyes, face blazing with the light of the sheer joy he’s experiencing.

“IT’S A TUNA!”

His smile hits you in the best possible way, astounded by the fact you have never seen him smiling like that. Your heart seems to physically enlarge by the amount of love you’re feeling that exact moment: able to witness him like this, with no other preoccupation than to prepare the portable fridge with all the ice cubes in it, you feel blessed. This is his Domain, where he is the most comfortable, where he doesn’t have to fear for his life, and where you are now included as well.

Turning on his feet, he closes the short distance between the two of you and big, muscular arms, toned by years of katana training, sweep you up from your feet in a sudden motion like you weight nothing. Your arms find their way around his neck and you both giggle uncontrollably like idiots, his excitement and happiness being immediately mirrored by your own. Kusakabe swings you around a couple of times, before putting you back on the ground, his smile still shining bright.

One of his hands intertwine with yours and he gives you a peck on your forehead.

“I’ll treat us with some Torotaku-maki tonight”

#JuJutsu Kaisen #jjk #Kusakabe Atsuya #x reader #Kusakabe Atsuya x reader #Kusakabe Atsuya x you #not entirely satisfyed with this one #but the idea was too cute #thank you again anon I loved our little exchange!

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shegetsburned · 3 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | part ii ‧₊˚ 𓐐⋅

• — ft. shiu kong. kinji hakari. choso kamo. atsuya kusakabe. hiromi higuruma.

bon appétit !! @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐮 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠

so i think this man loves to try new dishes and makes you try new things with him with a giant grin on his face.

normally he’d take you to fancy restaurants, but this time he wanted to do something just the two of you in a calmer place.

hates for you to do anything so he’ll insist on doing everything himself so that you could relax while he cooks.

he already had an idea as soon as you guys agreed on doing this. and you can be sure as hell it involves cheese. man adores cheese, so if you do too, you’ll be served.

this time, just for you, he went out himself on his day off and bought the runniest cheese you’ve ever seen in your life. we all know these are just the best kinds.

this afternoon, you were served a burrata. it’s a soft, white, cow’s milk cheese made from mozzarella and cream. hard on the outside but filled with stracciatella on the inside which is more creamy. served with candied cherry tomato with a piece of buttered and grilled bread.

as you take a bite of the cheese he admires every expression of yours and a warm laugh echoes through the room when you show how tasteful it is.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢

honestly, i’m thinking fast food or something.

or maybe just take-outs but in an expensive asf place.

i feel like he loves food but prefers ordering instead of cooking. he finds cooking boring and we know how much this man hates boring stuff.

will buy you whatever the hell you want, doesn't slightly care how much you want to eat, he'd buy the whole restaurant if he could.

you can get whatever you want, there is no way you can be disappointed with the meal. in a way, he ensures you’ll eat something you like by letting you choose what you want, which certainly satisfies him.

also prefers to stay cozily at home with you to eat than actually go out. so expensive take-outs it is. you don’t even have to lift your butt off the seat. it’ll all come to you.

you’ll get your favorite meal and he won’t hesitate a second to buy it for you. might seem boring but he really would buy you anything you want and silently watch you hum with pleasure every time you take a bite of that dish. your happiness is what matters.

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨

i have a feeling he has no idea what humans prefer to eat in this day and age so he’d do a thorough internet research to know what you’ll undoubtedly like.

“what is the most liked dish in the world?” “what do humans prefer to eat the most?” “how do i cook chicken?” “what’s the easiest, but best dish to make?”

all of this research would make him think it’s either spaghetti or pizza. and he’ll choose spaghetti, because of you know which flashback with his little bros.

sticks his tongue out while he’s preparing your meal, trying to get every portion down to the tiniest milligram right. he wants it to be perfect. and he probably thinks it’ll ruin the whole dinner if the portions aren’t right.

i’m thinking of carbonara pasta. you know the real version using eggs and pecorino with a touch of lardons.

once you take the first bite, he stares at you, patiently waiting for any sign of distaste or displeasure. there’s no way he botched it. everything is right down to the tiniest detail. and he can tell he’s done it when you quickly finish your plate and ask for more. there’s nothing making him happier.

𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐞

he’s big on fishing so i’m thinking one of the fish he caught. his favourite.

something simple but still good and he’d find the freshest and best ingredients for you.

he’s been fishing for a long time and has acquired enough knowledge and skills to know which ingredients are best served which certain types of fish. you definitely won’t be disappointed.

will prepare everything in advance, removing the pin bones in advance and every part that isn’t edible. he does it just to be sure it’ll be ready for when you’re here. also, he knows it’s way safer that way, knowing he won’t be rushing to cook it later.

man does not want to mess this up and has never worked so hard to make a perfect meal, brows connecting as he works his tired ass off. he cannot mess this up considering you’ll be the one eating it.

how about braised alfonsino/kinmedai with some rice and avocado on the side? all gently simmered in a flavorful sauce made of soy sauce, sake, mirin and ginger.

he exhales abnormally loud as soon as you finally show a smile after having a taste. all the pressure now off of his shoulders. you don’t know how glad this man is that you enjoy the fish he personally caught for you. i know he’ll now think of you every time he goes out fishing, wondering which fish you’d like most.

𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚

i just know in my heart, or at least believe, that he’s distinguished and the meal will cost him a fortune.

only the best and most expensive ingredients for you, dear.

don’t be surprised if you come back to a candlelight dinner prepared by your one and only, while he sips the most delicate wine, waiting for you.

by the way, he knows so much about wine and beverages. he knows exactly what you like and what would be a perfect mixture with the meal he prepared.

also when he cooks he likes to take his time, preparing the meal with love and attention knowing it’ll be for his one and only.

so for him, i’m thinking of seafood. he’ll serve you flamed cornish lobster with a yakitori marinade and a ponzu mayonnaise. there’ll be a garnish made of sliced radishes and nori strips. the presentation leaves you baffled. it looks like it came straight out of a five-star restaurant. it smells absolutely divine and you can’t expect less from this man.

when you start digging in, he can’t help but smile while he looks at you with tenderness and love. if he could, he’d look at you through the whole dinner and watch you enjoy that delicious meal he prepared.

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