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‘Satoru feels hollow without his purple’

art by: _via.w

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Some Getos

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Geto only reason for waking up so early🖤🤍

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Thoughts at 3 am:

I love Kento's character. Though it's not the kind of love that craves his presence rather the kind that wants to make him experience the same comfort he brings into the life of others.

By bringing him those similar, weekly bouquets that he would get for his partner.

By being there infront of his work, leaning against the passenger door, to wait for him to get off work. Then opening the gate of the gate whith a tiny curtsy and a cheeky " Sir.." which always made him roll his eyes and sigh with an adorable frown.

"Love I told you it's my job to wait after work for you and open gates. It's so cold and I know you have been waiting here long, look at your ruddolf nose. Tch."

For you to just laugh and rub his freezing hands while moving closer. "Oh pretty boy, need I remind you again that you aren't my bodyguard but partner. Partners are supposed to be equal, so let me wait here like a little ruddolf because I know how good it makes me feel when you do it for me and I want you to feel the same. Now get in, we are going to that bakery, we spoke about."

"I am paying love. No arguments."

"Of course princess. I don't mind." And you really don't because you know kento takes pride in being able to provide for you. Which means he might relent to being pampered by these small gestures but when it comes to paying and such, it would only make his pride hurt. Which isn't something you are ready to do.

By diverting gojo's harmless rants and actions towards me because they don't bother me as much as they do Nanami. After all, he would be ready to do the same in any other situation.

Draping your scarf around his neck on a cold evening because, although he bundled you up like burrito, he forgot to do the same for himself. Silly goose.

Getting up extra early to prepare a royal spread of breakfast-in-bed with all his favorites. Just so see those pretty eyes fill up with joy, the first thing in the morning, while he tries to tell you how you shouldn't have and didn't need for you to go that extra for him. But you do because he deserves this and more.

Waiting eagerly for him, to return from his work, with a hot bath and scented candles ready for him to enjoy.

"But love don't you want to get in with me and relax? I am sure you had a tiring day too."

"Psh, no. I already took mine so I could focus on massaging your neck and shoulders instead of getting seduced by you. Now lean back so I can shampoo your hair."

By complimenting him so hard and so lewdly in public just to watch him turn into the prettiest shade of red. You know he is going to punish love you for that.

"Dayum you got an ass!!!!" Smack.

"love..."

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"Yes pretty boy... just like that... so good for me. Always sooooo sweet."

"Mmhmm"

"Thats right you love being praised, don't you?"

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"My handsome man. You look so good Ken! Good enough to be a goddamn meal."

"There are people here."

"You are right!! We should leave. Immediately!!!"

"But Yaga?"

"I'll tell him I am hungry."

And he just turns even redder as you scurry off giggling.

By randomly pulling his novel out of his hands and him out of the couch, where he was nestled. He has been into it long enough anyway. After all, how else are you gonna have him dance with you to his favourite song?

And dance you do, around the entire living room while he leads you like a pro. Twirling you away and then back into him, while you throw your head back to laugh, and spinning underneath his arm.

That's not enough though, because of course, he needs the experience too! So you stand on the sofa and spin him around.

So he can laugh his carefree laugh that you love so much and feel the love that he makes you feel.

All the while, he teaches you how to love and you show him what it feels like to be loved.

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prompt:

reader getting injured because she slipped in the shower, sukuna has to help her get to the hospital, where reader gets some pain meds making her kinda high. she confesses to him while being high

content: fluff, crack. reader is in the hospital and blood is named but there’s no gore. yuuji and sukuna are siblings. i love sukuna and i need him in my life so bad… someone PLS be my sukuna

“So, just to be sure: one margherita for me and one with sausage for you?” Asks you Yuuji while putting on his shoes.

“Yup,” you answer, popping the p. “Can I just have a quick shower while you’re gone?”

“Uhhh, sure, let me go ask Sukuna,” your friend tells you smiling and rushing up the stairs of his home.

You and Yuuji have been best friends since forever. You remember the first time you both cried your eyes out at the park in kindergarten because a lizard had just eaten the ladybug you had been watching for half an hour. Since that moment you’ve been attached at the hip, your homework filled afternoons in high school turning to pizza nights when both of your work schedules allowed you to now.

“Big bro said sure,” comes Yuuji’s voice from the end of the staircase.

“I did in fact not say that,” growls Sukuna from behind him. Sukuna is the same age as you and Yuuji, but he always seemed older. Sometimes wiser, but sure as hell more annoying than his brother. Hotter, too, but that’s a topic for another time.

“I didn’t ask you to join me, big boy,” you say sarcastically, fake smiling. He crosses his arms, leveling you with a bored look.

“Yuu, if you aren’t fast enough you’re not going to find her corpse when you get back,” he tells his brother, still staring you up and down. Yuuji sighs, tired, then opens the front door.

“Make sure to not kill each other. I have a shift after this, stop bickering. You two act like siblings more than I do with you, Sukuna,” he reprimands you both. You and his brother roll your eyes at the same time, then you push him out, closing the door in his face. You turn around and find yourself face to face with Sukuna's menacing grin.

“You have 5 minutes before I come knock at the bathroom door with a kitchen knife, doll.”

You’re scrubbing yourself clean with a random pine body wash you found in the shower when the playlist you put before entering the stall stops. You’re annoyed, because now you’re forced to listen to Sukuna’s ugly songs from the bathroom wall (that he’s blasting just to annoy you), so you try to reach your phone. You’re on your tippy toes, not wanting to get out completely, when you trip and fall since you didn’t wash the soap away from your body. You bump your head on the sink in front of the shower, hard, and you muffle a whine. You close your eyes as hard as you can and open the shower head with the room spinning inside your skull.

“Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes or you’ll fall… fuck, it hurts so bad,” you tell yourself while you speed run the end of the shower and blindly put your shirt over your head. It’s not the first time you've bumped your head on something, you were a crazy kid, so you’ve learned to open your eyes only when you physically can’t function anymore or you'll start seeing stars immediately. You barely get to put your pants on when you notice your forehead feels wet, and you didn't even wash your hair. As you get out of the bathroom wobbling you touch your head. When you open your eyes, you see blood on your hand. The room spins. You barely have time to look up and watch Sukuna coming out of his bedroom frowning before seeing black dots in your vision.

You try opening your eyes, but they feel so heavy. Your body feels rather stiff. What's this smell?

"Oh, she's waking up," a female voice softly says from somewhere next to your right.

"Thank you, miss, I got it from here," a rough voice responds.

"Make sure she drinks a lot, and keep a couple of painkillers near you. The scans show she doesn't have any internal damage, but she hit her head pretty hard. She's going to have a big bruise for a couple of days," the female voice continues. You hear the man making a sound of affirmation.

There’s a brief pause. "Your wife is very lucky. It's not every day that a man takes a woman up four flights of stairs by simple arm strength," the woman concludes sweetly, getting out of the room after he responds with a grunt and closing the door behind her.

"Your ass is lucky I lied or they wouldn’t have let me in, dumbass. Open your eyes, I know you're awake," the voice you now recognise as Sukuna says, getting closer. You try opening your eyes, managing to focus your gaze on him. Everything feels so fluffy, apart from your throat. You cough, and you think you see him rolling his eyes before getting you a glass of water and sitting beside you on a chair. You gulp it down, still feeling fuzzy, then you blink a couple of times.

You gape at him. He's cute. “You look funny,” you say, poking his cheek. He’s so squishy. Like a little mochi. A little mochi filled with strawberries. Strawberries and cream. He slaps your finger away, and you put on a hurt expression. He huffs.

“Why am I here?” You ask. The more you look at him, the more heads he seems to have.

“You fell in the bathroom,” he says, straightening up from the chair and covering your right leg with the duvet the hospital gave you. You raise an eyebrow at his gesture, and he just rolls his eyes again. “Don’t want you to also catch a cold. Yuuji would kill my ass.” You just hum.

“I caught ya when you already fainted. Yuuji came back home and panicked, but he couldn’t back out from work, so I was stuck with your ass. Took ya here but the elevator broke down. And I ate your pizza, by the way. All this is gonna cost ya 200 dollars, cash,” he lists, sprawling back onto his chair, deadpan.

Silence engulfs the both of you, and you don’t know what to say. You heard what the nurse said and you are searching for a way to bring it up, but the words in your mind are all scrambled. It’s probably the morphine that you realise they gave you, IV still attached to your left arm. You open your mouth to say something along the lines of “I’d like to thank your gym membership for this,” but instead the words that leave your mouth are-

“I’d like you to be my husband.”

His eyes snap to your widening ones. “Wait that wasn’t what-“

“Huh?” He just replies, dumbfounded. You panic, waving your hands in the air between you two.

“No, what I meant was- like- thank you for getting me up here- can you stop looking at me with your weird 16 eyes?- not that you aren’t attractive! You’re super hot! But that’s not- oh god,” you whimper, rubbing your face, noticing how you’re just making the situation worse. You prepare yourself for his snarky comeback, closing your eyes, but everything is silent.

Suddenly, you hear him snort. You crack your eyes open, touching the big cotton gauze they put on your forehead. You must be hearing things. It’s definitely the morphine, there’s no way Sukuna is actually laughing.

“Yes, I’m laughing, doll,” he says, chuckling. You widen your eyes.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You cringe.

“Yeah, you kinda did,” he responds, smirking. You groan.

“Take me out to dinner first, damn,” he yawns. You jut your bottom lip out, frowning and giving him your middle finger. Then you register his words.

“You’d come? I mean, if I asked you out.”

“Well, if you’re paying,” he responds, shrugging. That’s still a yes, isn’t it?

He ruffles up his pink hair, black t-shirt straining across his bicep. You can’t contain the urge to poke the muscle.

“Stop touching me like I’m made of play dough, doll,” he sighs, slightly less annoyed than 5 minutes ago.

“Would you let me play with you if you were made of play dough?” you ask, words a little slurred, still poking his arm, and he flexes it. “Don’t show off,” you mumble.

“You’re even weirder when you’re drugged,” he grins. He kinda looks scary, though. If you didn’t know him, you’d piss yourself by looking at his sharp teeth.

“But would you or would you not?” You whine, dragging out the last word, letting your hand fall next to you. He misses the warmth of your hand, so instead, he just puts his on your thigh. To be warm, of course. The room is so cold. Yeah. Definitely because of the missing heat.

“Yeah doll, I would.”

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not a request per say but i just KNOW sukuna is a chubby chaser. like you can't tell me he wouldnt love a girl that's on the chubbier side idk💔💔💔

no… because you’re so right… you’re so right.

sukuna is a big man. he would feel absolutely downright insulted if a chubby girl insinuated she was too big for him. he would effortlessly toss her over his shoulder and walk away with her like it was no challenge… because it wasn’t a challenge for him.

sukuna is use to life during the heien era. women with a bit of chubbiness were seen as an actual goldmine. their bodies were healthy, strong, suitable for bearing children. he looooves seeing the chubby pouch of fat that protects their uterus and womb because he knows his heir would be perfectly suitable in there. chubbiness was also seen as a virtue of wealth as well as fertility… not that he cares about the wealth part, such mortal endeavors do not interest him.

sukuna would find it repulsive if a man around him said something negative about a woman with a little bit of fat on them. he’d definitely respond in a “if you’re not man enough, then stay out of the way” manner… before killing them because that’s what he does.

sukuna loves that there’s more to hold on to. this goes for when he just needs to hold onto her for protective/possessive reasoning… or when he’s drilling her delicious pussy from behind. he feels mesmerized when he watches her plumpness ripple and recoil with each forceful thrust.

sukuna also is the type to feel feral when he sees how his robes still completely swallow your chubby body whole… because once again, sukuna is a big man.

thank you for the request <3

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The one where Toji gets a buzz cut.

Masterlist

-•-

You dropped the grocery bags on the ground when you were greeted by your boyfriend.

But not out of excitement or happiness.

“No! Your glorious hair!” You dramatically walked to him so you could take a closer look at the damage. Toji, being the evil man he was, laughed at your response. “What d’ya think? I hated my hair covering my eyes while I was on missions so I tried something new.”

“Something new? You look like a felon!” You groaned as your hands roamed around his scalp, hoping for a miracle that would grow his hair back.

“Alright, that’s too far. I thought chicks dug this look.”

“Not on you! Maybe some weirdo that doesn’t look like an assassin for hire.”

“But I am one.”

“That’s besides the point, Toji. You’ve hurt me. By cutting off your hair you’ve also cut off any ties you had with me.” You sulk.

Toji was starting to feel self conscious even when he knew the adjustment phase would go away. “Do I really look that bad, doll?”

“No, but-“

“There’s a but? Okay, that’s it, I’m not touching you from now on. Since I look so bad, you can come to me when you find me attractive.” Okay this was turned into a real argument and you started to get agitated too.

“Fine! Let’s see who’ll last longer.”

Toji simply scoffed and walked back into his man cave.

Who knows how long you guys were planning to do this for?

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A long time. You both can go without touching each other for a long time. It had been a week and a half without any physical intimacy but the relationship was normal, you both spoke about anything and everything. Neither of you were showing signs of caving in (or were just that good at hiding it).

It was a quiet afternoon. Toji was out buying some last minute ingredients for dinner and you were starting to miss him. And as much you hated to admit, the buzz cut was growing on you. Just the other day you had to fan yourself when you saw Toji doing pushups where he looked like an underground fighter prepping for his next match.

To distract yourself you decided to spend your time calling your friend instead. You put her on speaker while you organized your closet.

“Girl, what do you mean it’s ugly? It’s all the rage right now.”

“I know. I hated it when he first got it and now all I can think about is pouncing on him. Ugh, I hate myself.”

“You live together. Just go touch him, you fool.”

“No, I’ll lose and I can’t lose to him. He’s always winning bets between the two of us.”

The conversation went on for a few more minutes until your friend had some urgent business to attend to.

You turned around to grab the rest of clothes and shrieked when you saw a tall figure standing in the door way.

It was Toji. “Did you hear everything?”

“I’ve been here since you admitted that my haircut was hot. Do what you will with that info.”

You sighed as you sat down on the bed. “I guess that means you win.” He could tell you were pouting even when you were turned away from him. He smiled at your childishness and gathered you in his arms and made you lay on top of him as he laid down on the bed. “There, you won.”

“No, it doesn’t work like that. I admitted that I wanted you first so you’re still the winner.”

“Then you’ll be happy to know I’ve been thinking about pouncing on you since the day I got my haircut. I wanted to do it out of spite cause I knew you’d cave in but then we made that stupid bet.”

“Ugh, I’m so stupid. You do not look bad at all, Toji. In fact, you look like a hot felon. The type of felon that has a girlfriend who visits him.” You mumbled as you played with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Uhuh, and does she do overnight visits?” He then started attacking your face with kisses as you start giggling.

It was you and your hot felon against the world.

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crowded train ride

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Keep it between us..

➛ context: being in a secret fwb with the JJK men

➛ feat: Gojo, Geto & Nanami

➛ warnings: suggestiveness, cursing, Nanami being a menace to society

➛ A/N: returning to my roots for a sec to bring you guys some smau (also I couldn’t be bothered changing the contacts so they look a lil lovey dovey)

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he’s the star of all my shameless desires

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08:25 pm — suguru ★. reblogs are very appreciated <3

cw. fem!reader, fluff, wrote this in like 10 mins pls i'm so uninspired lately ;(

“sugu... are you sulking?” you ask once again for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes alone, but your boyfriend doesn't seem to want to answer you.

you sigh and look at him, sitting across from you as an annoyed look quickly displays on his features.

you can tell that this time he's really mad. his eyes keep avoiding your gaze at all costs as he lazily presses randomly on the remote.

earlier that day, the two of you had decided to spend the evening out, however you got called to fill in for a coworker at your job so you couldn't make it at the agreed time.

of course, suguru knew it wasn't your fault. but still, he was disappointed he couldn't spend as much time with you as he wanted. unfortunately, you seemed to get stolen by everything and everyone whenever he'd try to keep you to himself for a little longer.

you slowly get closer to him, noticing how he's still keen on avoiding you.

he's asking for this, you think as you quickly launch yourself on him and land on his lap, tickling him where you know he'll not resist.

in a matter of seconds, the apartment is filled with a burst of laughs coming from your boyfriend as he tries to grab your hands to no avail and stop you to no avail.

you feel a pair of hands grasp your hips and tickle your sides and that makes you burst in a bubbly laugh as you look at suguru's smiling face through your teary eyes.

“okay okay, you win,” you raise your hands, as suguru's movements slowly come to a halt.

“feeling better?” you try, but he doesn't answer. instead, he brings your body closer to his, wrapping his strong arms around your torso and laying his head on your shoulder.

you quickly get engulfed in his scent mixed with cologne and pat his head steadily, running your fingers through his soft locks as you feel his steady breathing.

“i'm sorry for getting mad over nothing,” he blurts, and your heart warms at the words he says.

“i just wish we could spend more time together i guess,” he says, his words tingle with a tone of embarassment, but you don't chastise him nor laugh at him.

instead, you hold him closer to you.

“it's okay suguru, i understand how you're feeling. i, too, wish we could have more time to be... you know, a couple.”

he lets go of you to look you in the eye, a smile tigfing at his lips, so contagious that you find it mirrored on yours.

“i love you [name]”.

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A series of moments being Gojo Satoru Wife!

Originally this was supposed to be jjk adults multi one shot and to be posted a month ago... Only for Gojo to take the spotlight LMAO

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choso is the type of man to apologise for going rough with you whilst simultaneously going even rougher because he just cannot help himself.

not when he’s pressing down on your tummy and can feel his fat cock thrusting into you from the outside. how’s he supposed to treat you gently after feeling that? and he is sorry, the thought of hurting you—even that addictive searing pain the stretch of his cock gifts you—is overwhelming.

so he will fuck you like he hates you all while whispering ‘i love you i love you i love you’ into your ear because you might not believe him otherwise. you take his cum inside of you, let him claim you from the inside out, and smile as he kisses over the marks he left behind—apologising against your skin like he won’t get just as carried away when he fucks you next.

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☆ gojo is so big that you have to go slow with taking him otherwise he will break you. and he loves that fact—he’s so cocky about it, about how every aspect of him is so overwhelming to you that you can’t take his cock without crying.

and they’re good tears, tears that taste good on his tongue when he licks them from your cheeks. tears that spring hot in your eyes with every inch he manages into you—he’s too much, though at the same time you can never get enough of him.

“gonna finally take all of me tonight, baby?” he mocks you, grins at the way your eyes squeeze shut as he rubs at your clit in hopes of relaxing you a tad. “you know, i could flip us over.. let gravity do the hard work.”

you accept because it sounds good in theory. gojo flips you both over and lays on his back as you find purchase with your fingers splayed over his heaving chest. but being like this, with satorus pulsing dick still barely half inside of you, you realise gravity hates you.

because although you're dropping just that little bit further down on his cock, your legs are trembling like it's an effort to keep you off of him. and gojo, being the cocky man he is, takes hold of your hips and works you even further downwards onto his length.

"fuck," is all you can manage, he's painful and narcotic all in the same stroke and so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. you shake your head, "i can't. you're too big, im sorry."

satoru shakes his head, looks up at you with those lust-blown eyes of his and smiles. "you want me to pull out?"

and as he tries to pull you up and off his length, slow as not to hurt you, there's a look on his face that you can't miss. he's so pretty when he's plotting, but you're only given a second to admire him, because just as he's about to pull the tip of his aching cock out of you, he lets go of your hips.

and your legs fail you, your body collapses downwards and you, in turn, are impaled on his prodigious length once again. you could cry, you think you do—your cheeks are wet when you fall forwards and your gasp of shock is swallowed by gojo, who kisses you hungrily. his fingers dig into your hips as he smiles against your kiss.

you feel his cock twitch inside of you, deeper than you've ever been able to take him before, and you realise you're practically at the base. you've never felt so full... so good... so stretched out and overwhelmed. and when your boyfriend tests the waters and fucks up into you just a little, a breathy moan is drawn straight from your lungs.

"toru—"

"shh," he snaps his hips up again to stall your words. "finally gonna cum inside of you, baby, not pulling out until you're left just as full as you are now."

and if your lover is anything at all, it's a man of his words. you'll have to call in sick tomorrow.

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suguru doesn't really get jealous because he knows that you belong to him, and he knows that you know that as well. in fact, nearly everyone knows that this man is obsessed with you.

even now at a party as satoru slings an arm around your shoulder and tells you jokes, suguru watches from his spot near the wall, smiling to himself as you shift in your chair and press your thighs together. he takes a sip from his drink, and satoru looks over at him, grinning as he gives your shoulder a light squeeze.

once you start chatting with ieiri and kento, satoru makes his way over to suguru, snickering the whole time. "aw, you jealous, suguru? you were staring pretty hard."

suguru gulps more of his drink, then chuckles. it's a light, dangerous sound; one that makes satoru pause momentarily.

oh, satoru.

why would suguru be jealous, knowing that underneath your pretty dress that you wore to the party, your skin is littered with love bites that he left on you not too long ago when he pulled you into ths bathroom?

why would suguru take time to be jealous about satoru telling you dumb jokes when he can think about how pretty you looked and sounded when he fucked you silly? when you were desperately begging him to cum and whining that you're all his and no one else's?

why would suguru be jealous when your panties are stuffed in his pocket, and he knows that the reason you're pressing your thighs together right this second is because you know his cum will leak out if you don't?

as suguru is lost in his thoughts, you turn to look at him and meet his violet-colored eyes. the corner of his mouth lifts into a knowing smirk, and you shyly cast your gaze downward, shifting in your seat once again—more than likely thinking about the same thing he was. fuck, you're so cute. he can never get enough of you. maybe he should pull you back into that bathroom.

"yo, suguru, you listenin'?" satoru's impatient voice snaps him out of his filthy daydream.

"yeah, mhm." suguru bites back a laugh as he raises his cup to his lips again. "definitely jealous."

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