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i bet you feel it now, baby,

especially since we’ve only known each other one day, but

i’ve got to work shit out, baby

i’m exorcising demons,

got em runnin’ round the block now

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“Well, that should be it then.” Ijichi sighed softly and tucked his cell phone back into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

You stood outside the sight of your first exorcism. As a newly instated grade 2 sorcerer and teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, this would be your first solo mission.

It’s summertime - the weather is wet, sticky, and humid. You grabbed a handful of your blond locks and pulled them off of your neck while you waited for Ijichi to finish up.

“I believe that’s all the information that I was given about this specific curse, I’m afraid. Do you have any questions?” 

You popped the stick from the popsicle that you were eating out of your mouth.

“Nope! I’m all set for exorcising curses!” You clenched your fists together with determination shining in your optimistic blue eyes.

Ijichi gave a little nervous chuckle, pleased with your enthusiasm, but also a bit worried.

“Well then, I’m glad to hear it. If you need assistance, there will be another sorcerer on standby. I’m going to lower the curtain now. Good luck.”

After the curtain lowered, you turned around to face the desolate city street behind you. This curse was labeled at grade 3, but a small feeling of dread steadily began creeping into the pit of your stomach.

The sound of crickets chirping nearby made you furrow your eyebrows together.

“There’s no water nearby this area…”

As you said this, the crickets’ song grew louder until it was practically buzzing in your ears.

Then you saw the curse: a gigantic humanoid-cricket creature.

Its palpi began twitching and moving rapidly, as if it were trying to speak.

“RUN!”

A male’s voice came from your right, but you didn’t want to take your eyes off of the curse.

With a heavy sigh, he saw that you weren’t going to move, so he took it upon himself to grab you by the bicep and drag you from the area. 

“Wait, why are we running?! We have to get rid of the curse!” You protested, trying to jerk your arm away, but he held you firm.

The sounds of yours and his feet pounding against the pavement echoed in your head along with your heartbeat thrumming in your ears.

“If we don’t get out of here right now, there will be no more ‘we’ left to exorcise that thing! It-”

Atsuya Kusakabe stopped talking just as the cricket let a rush of seawater free from its mouth.

Your body tumbled forward and you were swept away by the gigantic wave, but, luckily, you know how to swim.

Placing your hands in front of you, you dove into a front crawl and began swimming through the street, which was now flooded with greenish-black water.

Kusakabe followed behind you, both of you now engulfed in this curse’s makeshift ocean.

Some smaller waves crashed against trees and buildings lining the streets, making them break and giving you some leeway to try and pull yourself out.

‘Hm, it must weaken at given points when it makes contact.’ You thought to yourself.

Though it seemed plausible, your deduction must not have been correct, because just as you were about to grab onto the trunk of a tree in a nearby park, more water washed over you and flipped your body upside down.

‘Shit..’ Kusakabe, being weighed down by his trench coat, wrestled it off of himself and threw it aside so he could get to you.

He reached for your foot, but you immediately started a backstroke and swam further up the street away from him.

With your eyes clenched shut, you held your breath; you’d need to come up for air, and soon, if you were going to be able to utilize your cursed technique: Retract.

‘If we struggle, the waves will only get higher…but, we can’t keep swimming forever.’

Kusakabe began thinking of a plan to get the two of you out of this mess when he noticed you swimming up to reach and grab hold to the plant of a billboard hanging overhead.

You pulled yourself up onto its post and gazed out over the ocean of water below you.

You made your technique’s hand signal:

“Retraction, activate.”

The water began descending until all that was left were mere puddles of green-black goop on the pavement.

Kusakabe inhaled deeply and looked up at you hanging onto the post. Since you were wet, your grip began slipping and you fell, plummeting down into the street below.

Ever quick on his feet, the brunette man rushed forward, making a mad dash to catch you before you could hit the ground.

He held you against his chest - wet, chiseled body pressed against yours as his arms circled your waist and squeezed lightly.

You could feel every muscle in his arms and chest flex beneath his drenched white dress shirt as he held you.

“Not bad for a first mission.” He looked down into your aquamarine-colored eyes with a look of…satisfaction, maybe?

Looking up at him, you gave a small chuckle.

“Thank you, Kusakabe-senpai! I appreciate the compliment!” 

He turned his head to the side, a small blush creeping across his nose. 

“I’m not your senpai…hey, that curse is still out there somewhere. It could do that same technique again and we’d be done for.” 

Giggling, you shook your head and pointed behind you. 

“Not so, Kusakabe-senpai.”

In the street was a lone cricket, chirping loudly.

“Retraction can not only reduce something's volume but also its size.”

You carefully unwound yourself from Kusakabe’s hold, stomped over to the cricket, and crushed it underneath your shoe.

“There! Curse gone!” 

Kusakabe was at a loss for words.

‘Amazing…’

Running a hand through his dark, spiked-up hair, he looked up at the sky as the curtain dissipated.

“Well, now that that’s over I could surely use a drink…you want to join? You even old enough to drink?…” He mumbled the last part to himself.

“Hey! Of course, I’m old enough to drink!” You pouted.

Kusakabe chuckled and placed a hand on your lower back, ushering you toward his black car.

World is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim

I'm swimming, I'm swimming, I'm swimming, yeah

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Chapter 253 leaks.. kusakabe being the final one is WILD

Top 3 in the verse (by process of elimination)

[prismfloor]

I decided to do a little challenge. I made a list of 52 Jujutsu Kaisen characters to count down season 2. This was the first week! More coming soon :-)

It's so fun to have a variety like this. I think I like Choso and Hana the most here.

[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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

─ ★Okay but Imagine these three men.

fucking you-

[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)

[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?

[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.

Closeup:

[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)_/¯

[shegetsburned]

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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