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"you have pretty eyes," you murmur, looking up at sukuna. his hands are on the sides of you, your arms hung over his neck. his leaky tip is lined up, poking your swollen clit, just between your thighs.

you've seemed to catch him off guard, because he shifts above you, snorting. "pretty? i do not believe i have heard that one, yet, petal."

you giggle. "that's absurd. they are pretty." soft sex with sukuna is such a rare, fleeting thing. because, well, he didn't care for it. he preferred it rough, mean, and unforgiving.

and, most of the time, you were qualm-less — content with getting railed in thirty different positions, all sure to leave you deadly sore in the morning.

sometimes, though? you just want to be held. and, those times, you're lucky enough for him to just want to hold you.

you're such a small thing, lying there beneath him. it leaves him in awe, at times. so fragile, so delicate. his petal.

"good to know," he says, clearly resisting the urge to roll his eyes, though a ghost of a smile flickers across his face. sukuna bottoms out, gently, quietly grunting.

"fuck..." he mutters, "'s fuckin' tight f'me." his words grow slurred, and are accompanied by your moans. it takes him only a couple seconds, angling himself just right to hit that spot.

"oh- 'kuna, please-please-please-please, just like that," you coo, eyes falling shut. his warmth is homey, and you don't think you ever want to leave. sukuna, contrary to his normal appearance, is everything honey. he is sticky and sweet, and addicting all at the same time.

you cum in sync with him, soft mewls leaving your throat. he curses into the crook of your neck, letting himself inhale your scent. it's familiar. sukuna doesn't pull out, no, not yet. his cock softens inside you, and in this moment, you are one and the same with him.

there's nothing keeping you apart, and he swears this is the most intimate thing he's ever done. and, that? that is a blessing from you, one he is so grateful for.

"i love you," you pant. you find yourself, once more, gazing into his deep, crimson eyes. so, so pretty.

without a beat of hesitance, from where there used to be, "i love you, too."

for @jeonwiixard <3

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ — satoru's the type of guy to go commando whenever he's home. for easy access, he claims. in fact, you're lucky he even wears pants. you had to beg him to wear them, especially after the incident where he got the door and jump-scared the pizza guy.

and, the thing with him? he's always at least a little hard. you can constantly see the outline of his bulge through the flimsy basketball shorts he wears.

when he passes you, he keeps his hands on your hips, and you can feel him purposefully grind into your ass. he's so pathetic, he whimpers as soon as.

"easy access," he'll murmur, gripping your waist, his chest pressed to your back.

"satoru," you'll hiss, bordering on a moan. it's uncanny, probably, how quickly you're turned on by him. what's worse, it's that he knows. and it goes straight to his dick. you warn him, "move," though your heart isn't in it.

"hmm," he would hum, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "why?"

"i'm busy," you say, albeit the dishes forgotten.

satoru drawls, lazy, "but, look," he runs his thumb over your hardening nipples. bra-less, standing there in his penthouse, in his t-shirt, he really has won. pushing you forward, he'll slide your panties over, cold air hitting the wetness, making you shiver.

and, after all, you're never really complaining when you're bent over the kitchen table, getting fucked into tomorrow.

"commando," he whistles, walking away. leaving you shaking and kneeling, after you've cum on his cock no less than three times. "you should really try it sometime."

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sukuna doesn't like to be apart from you. actually, no, scratch that, he hates it. in fact, he doesn't even like when you leave the estate grounds. if he had it his way, you'd be ensconced in his chambers, a permanent fixture, forever within his sight.

alas, he rarely has it his way. in almost every instance, you trump him, a fact he begrudgingly acknowledges. he doesn't like it, but it's the reality of your dynamic. so, if you won't stay with him, he’ll simply stay with you.

well, what does that mean in practice? it means that when you're out with your friends, embarking on a marathon shopping spree from mall to mall, there's a perpetually grumpy, practically seven-foot, beefy man trailing behind you. and, to further emphasize the absurdity of the situation, he sports comically pink hair.

it is, as most people would readily agree, a sight to behold. especially when the two of you are so diametrically opposed in aura. you, giggling, hands flying animatedly, eyes wide with glee, a picture of youthful exuberance. he, a towering figure, perpetually frowning, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a monument to stoic disapproval.

but, you’ve never been one to leave anyone out, even those who radiate an aura of barely contained irritation. so, naturally, you extend the same courtesy to your boyfriend, even when he acts like a particularly large, pink-haired gargoyle.

"baby?" you ask him, twirling around in the mini-dress, the fabric swirling around your legs in the cramped confines of the changing room. "do you like this one? my friend said i could do better," you pause, scrutinizing your reflection in the mirror, "but i think i like it."

"what does your friend know?" he mumbles, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the thin walls of the changing room. "you look like a fucking goddess. it's on me, actually."

"oh," you smile, genuinely surprised by his sudden generosity. "you don't need to."

"no, i don't. but i need to be the one taking it off," he replies, a certain glint in his eyes.

you flush, a wave of heat rising in your cheeks, and clap your hands over his mouth, effectively silencing him. "shh! my friends are right there!"

he bites your hands, a playful nip, and you snatch them away, glaring at him. "you're the one who brought me along," he snickers, a low, throaty sound.

you don't miss a beat, your eyes sparkling with playful defiance. "you're the one who couldn't just stay home alone," you retort, a knowing smirk playing on your lips.

and, yeah, you two are the oddest couple, it's plain to see. even the saleslady, standing off to the side, watching the interaction with wide-eyed fascination, is mildly shocked.

not just at the sheer incongruity of the scene, but at how you can get such a large, intimidating… guy like him to full-out giggle, a low, rumbling sound that seems utterly out of character. really, it's simply the fact that sukuna doesn't like to be apart from you, a truth that overrides all his attempts at stoicism.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ — satoru's the type of guy to go commando whenever he's home. for easy access, he claims. in fact, you're lucky he even wears pants. you had to beg him to wear them, especially after the incident where he got the door and jump-scared the pizza guy.

and, the thing with him? he's always at least a little hard. you can constantly see the outline of his bulge through the flimsy basketball shorts he wears.

when he passes you, he keeps his hands on your hips, and you can feel him purposefully grind into your ass. he's so pathetic, he whimpers as soon as.

"easy access," he'll murmur, gripping your waist, his chest pressed to your back.

"satoru," you'll hiss, bordering on a moan. it's uncanny, probably, how quickly you're turned on by him. what's worse, it's that he knows. and it goes straight to his dick. you warn him, "move," though your heart isn't in it.

"hmm," he would hum, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "why?"

"i'm busy," you say, albeit the dishes forgotten.

satoru drawls, lazy, "but, look," he runs his thumb over your hardening nipples. bra-less, standing there in his penthouse, in his t-shirt, he really has won. pushing you forward, he'll slide your panties over, cold air hitting the wetness, making you shiver.

and, after all, you're never really complaining when you're bent over the kitchen table, getting fucked into tomorrow.

"commando," he whistles, walking away. leaving you shaking and kneeling, after you've cum on his cock no less than three times. "you should really try it sometime."

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“some eyes touch you, more than hands ever could.”

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"say yes to heaven" is satoru and i's song, beautiful and bitter in all the ways we are.

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★ — creep!nerd!jo has a bad habit. he knows it's bad. he feels bad before he does it, and after. but, during? during, he feels great. during, he feels like he's on top of the moon, a euphoria like no other.

if he's being honest, sometimes, a pair of your dirty old panties isn't enough. it should be, it's a lot, everything — to him, at least. sometimes, he needs more. sometimes, everything isn't quite enough. it's a deep, almost animalistic need.

a need to sneak into your room at night, while you're fast asleep. you're a heavy sleeper, he's found. a need to make his way onto the edge of your bed, watching the soft rising and falling of your chest. a need to quietly palm himself through his sweatpants, another hand over his mouth, concealing his whimpers.

if you couldn't tell, he's never been good at keeping quiet.

it should be concerning, how hard he's clenching his jaw, as to not awake you with his noises, when his warm hand meets his angry, leaking tip. he smears the pre-cum, feeling it drip between his fingers. gently letting his eyes fall shut — letting himself pretend it's you. your tight, pretty cunt he's buried in, one that undeniably clenches around him.

it was a sinful scene; his muffled moans, glasses slipping down his nose, all the while he's stroking himself to the sight of his unknowing, naïve roommate. he's grown accustomed to it, now. it's like a twisted ritual he preforms overnight, hours after you've passed out.

"oh- fuck, fuck, fuck..." he'd murmur, and thus followed a string of your name. and, yeah, it doesn't feel bad, not as thick ropes of cum shoot out, covering his pale thighs in a sticky, white coat.

it's not quite the real deal, but it's a step closer. well, until it's not. until, even that, doesn't satiate his hunger. cut to him, impatient and needy, hovering over your face, panties stuffed in his mouth. balls slapping in your face, as his wrist is jerking down his length.

he can see the curve your lashes, the arch of your lips. the way your hair falls oh-so nicely across your pillow. the headboard might just splinter, what with how hard he's gripping it.

your mouth is parted, as if ready to take whatever he was about to give you. you let out a little hum, a sound of sleep, but if he closes his eyes, it's just like a little moan, and the though pushes him off the edge.

his seed spurts onto your blanket, and the top of your chest. it paints the lower half of your face, a trace reaching your bottom lip. it slips into your mouth, and he curses, breathing hard. the sight of his cum-soaked soulmate, right there, laid out in front of him.

the warmth of it stirs you, and your breath hitches. you instinctively wipe at it, tiredly knotting your brows, because, what's the salty taste?

click.

your eyes shoot open, darting around until they land on the figure in front of you. lanky and shaking, glossed over look in his eyes. tip of a cock that's, hardening in real time, shoved in your face. and, above it all, a familiar face—

"...'toru?"

creep!nerd!jo taglist: @k0dzu, @izumkay. ask to be added!

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WAAIIT NEW THEME SLAYED

YESS THANK U IM LIT IN LOVE WITH HERR

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may I be added to your taglist for your sukuna and gojo series :3

yess cutie i gotchuu <33

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OK THEME

YESS I LEGIT LOVE ITTT.

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i rock wit this heavy ‼️

friday night flicks!

a special preview for an extra special event coming to a blog near you!

showtime information

to celebrate all my favorite fic-readers out there, I wanted to plan something a little different than my usual content, where you get a say! I'll be dropping a feature-length oneshot Friday nights for the month of May based on moves you suggest! drop some of your favorite flicks and which jjk men you'd like in the starring role in the comments and we'll run a week-long poll starting April first, and the top three will receive one shots! there will also probably be a few drabbles/head cannons as well to for movies that don't make the cut. I'd also like to open this up to other creators as well if anyone else would like to participate or contribute any oneshot/drabbles/headcanons of their own!

get your tickets now!

comment to be tagged and let me know you want to see

now playing . . .

how to lose a guy in ten days . . . starring satoru gojo

airing 5.2.25

tbd . . .

airing 5.9.25

tbd . . .

airing 5.23.25

tbd . . .

airing 5.30.25

additional showtimes (featuring a few of your other favorite creators)

mamma mia! starring satoru gojo, ryomen sukuna and kento nanami, directed by @kunareads

to all the boys I've loved before starring satoru gojo, directed by @deathofacupid

not just anybody starring ryomen sukuna, directed by @yenayaps

just friends starring satoru gojo, directed by @madamechrissy

tbd . . .

tbd . . .

divider by @bronzewasp

some examples to help offer ideas for anyone brainstorming, could be anything, not necessarily a rom-com, even a book/show if you are really interested :p

the secretary, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, enchanted, roman holiday, pride and prejudice, just let me know what characters you want <3 p.s. if it has a tragic gut-wrenching I will be changing it lmfao

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NEW THEME YOU ARE EATING IT UP USER DEATHOFACUPID.

EEE THANK U JAZZY WAZZY FAIRY WAIRY DOMMY MOMMY.

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new theme i see u

yayyy im glad you like it !! i like urs too cutie !! the red is EATING the house downnn

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your blog is adorable angel 🥹🤍🧸

ahh thank u !! ive been wanting to redo it and u inspired me <33

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do u fw solya

omg yes !! i listened to her a couple months ago but then i stopped and i have no idea why !! i need to go back to herrr rahhh i really liked her jewelbox albummm

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U LISTRN TO CAVIAR NOIR?

i saw ur ask on indi's blog

YES YES, I LITERALLY LOVE THEM. FAVORITE SONG IN THE COMMENTS GO !!!

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You know what I love?

YOU🫵🏾 (mwah mwah I hope you have a good day/afternoon/evening babes, SMOOCHES!!💋)

you know what i love more than what you love........... YOUUU