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JJK men and how they cuddle

Mostly sfw- suggestive- xF!reader- just lil headcanons

Gojo- He loves to cuddle you and throw a lanky leg over you, hand on your hip or waist, or on your tummy, pecks kisses on your cheek. But he also loves to be cuddled, and he'll pout and look at you with pretty blue eyes 'can I be the lil spoon, Pookie!?'

Geto- He loves to hold you and cuddle you at night, he loves to bury his face in your neck, an arm wrapped around your waist, under your breasts, ass against him. If you try to turn away he'll yank you back with an 'ah-ah Princess'

Toji- Throws his entire body on you, you end up stuck under him huffing and shoving his big heavy ass, he always needs a hand on your titty too. He'll just wrap back around you if you wriggle away, yank you to him, whispering 'nah, get back here, Doll'

Nanami- loves when you face him and lay on his chest, your leg thrown over his thigh, and he enjoys brushing your hair while you sleep, as you feel his heart beat against your cheek. When you have a nightmare he soothes you with a 'shh, Darling, I'm right here'

Choso- He loves to be the little spoon and you snuggle him, your arm around his waist, feeling you snuggle up to his back. He doesn't even mind when you shove your cold ass feet against him, he just shivers a bit and says 'l-love you, Angel'

Sukuna- He detests when you try to make him the little spoon, how dare you giggle and snuggle to him. Tsk. But he may or may not smile, and he certainly will complain when you ask him to cuddle you, but he does love holding you, even if he's whispering 'tch, annoying Brat'

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Brute on the outside, brutally cute on the inside, well, sometimes

i know toji's love language is acts of service. your sister called crying in the middle of the night? send him the adress, he's taking care of it. your mother is not feeling well? to the hospital he goes. your car is making a weird noise? just hold the flashlight for him, sweetheart

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best slutty babe 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

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wheezing, so true and wheezing 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yes gawd

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awww babe 😭😭😭😭😭 let us love him

THANK YOU!! <333 last one so I don’t spam you, I promise! What about some headcanons for when Toji knew or had a strong suspicion he’s fallen for someone. Maybe someone in the same line of work or someone he had to protect for a job or work with.

That was pretty specific, but I loved it!

Toji would be the kind of guy who, as soon as he realized what he had done (falling in love), would back off, maybe even walk away. He has been very fearful of love since his ex-wife, and, as playful as he is at times and very self-centered, he has a lot of security issues when it comes to love.

He would start avoiding seeing you, interacting with you. And when you were questioned about it, he would simply say that you are distorting everything. Almost like a manipulation to get you to leave him alone. He feels that his work will become meaningless if he loves someone deeply, since he will become vulnerable due to love.

He don't want you to envolve in his work, or his life, you're too precious for that.

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happy gappy days

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happy days!

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yes

The feminine urge to leave bite marks in Toji Fushiguro's shoulder.

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sukuna slipping his hand between your legs in the middle of an important dinner because what good is his ability to form a mouth on his hand if not to make you cum over and over by just cupping his hand over your pussy? hm?

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This is so sweet. So fucking sweet. This pair is so fucking sweet (feral munch.gif)

female reader ; non curse au ; established relationship ; reader lays on sukuna ; written bc i’m moving and can’t help but imagine sharing an apartment with him (i want someone to help me carry heavy boxes with flexing muscles as i take in the view)

“I can’t find the box with my bras,” you whine. It’s miserable, the look on your face. It fills Sukuna with unbridled joy as he cracks a thickly amused grin.

“Good,” he grunts in approval, “you don’t need them, anyway.”

“I do,” you glare. It takes all of three seconds before the reality dawns on you—and then he’s snickering as your glare becomes harsher. “You put it somewhere, didn’t you?” You accuse him through narrowed eyes.

“Me? I’d never.”

“I should’ve known moving in with you was a mistake,” you snap, “I’m moving back.”

“Too late. We paid for the moving truck.”

“Well, technically you paid for the moving truck,” you correct him, letting your lips stretch into a smug grin.

He scowls, rolling his eyes before slumping onto the bed with a groan. You follow him, curling up beside him as your head finds his chest and his arm tucks under your body to cocoon you closer. You inhale, he exhales, and even if your paces don’t match, your uneven breaths form a pretty solid rhythm.

“I’m gonna need my bras,” you insist.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “I’ll get the box from my trunk later. I’m tired, woman.”

“We still have to unpack—”

“There’s plenty of time for that,” he clicks his teeth in distaste. “I need rest—I did all the heavy lifting, since someone refused.”

“It’s what the man is for,” you hum cheekily.

“So then why didn’t you do it?” He raises a brow. You shoot him an unimpressed look at his smart comment, a tight lipped, sarcastic smile splaying on your lips as you let out a humorless chuckle.

“You’re right,” you nod seriously, “it’s my job to treat the lady right. Sorry you had to sprain your back with my boxes, princess,” you pat his cheek.

“The fuck are you on about?” The look of pure disgust on his face makes you break out into giggles, leaning up to kiss his jaw as he grumbles something incoherently under his breath. You hear bits and fragments of it. Something along the lines of such a handful and give me migraines that you don’t fully catch, but they manage to amuse you all the same.

“You’re pretty enough to play the part,” you hum, shifting your body to roll on top of his. You hover over him, and Sukuna lets out a dramatic grunt. You pretend—and it’s only out of the goodness of your heart—that his cheeks aren’t slightly rosy from the comment you made.

“You’re heavy,” he says (to which you gasp, offended) as he squeezes your ass (you gasp again and smack his chest this time) and shoots you a grin with no shame (you stare for just a strict second—and a strict second only—at his dimples).

“Don’t lie,” you huff, “that’s an insult to that gym regimen of yours.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He asks smugly, mouth curving in that ridiculously annoying, yet stupidly handsome way as he adds, “bet you’re eye-fuckin’ me through that mirror as I life weights all the time.”

“I’m too busy worrying about those shaky arms giving out and leaving you to die under the weight.”

“Very funny,” he scowls, “you could pay our rent with stand up comedy alone.”

“Being my princess isn’t enough? Now you need to be my sugar-baby, too?”

“Enough,” he hisses, one hand coming to your face to keep you away as you break into a fit of laughs and try to give him a cheeky peck to the lips. “Stay away from me.”

“No, we’re roomies now.”

“We are not roommates,” he says, irritated by the idea. “That sounds like we’re fuckin’ strangers.”

“You’re right,” you nod thoughtfully, “I guess we can call it two mutually benefiting individuals that have decided to split costs to save money on a living space in an unforgivingly harsh economy—”

“You talk too much,” he mutters. And mainly just to shut you up (but maybe, perhaps, possibly for one of the mutual benefits, too), his hand grabs the back of your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. You cut yourself off by letting out a muffled gasp as his tongue presses against yours—messy, heated, and surprisingly gentle.

“Well, that was rather passionate. You know what they say about roommates,” you wiggle your brows as you pull away. He purses his lips in an agitated expression as he glares at your stubborn word choice.

“Stop callin’ me your fuckin’ roommate,” he demands.

You laugh. It’s soft—a light, airy noise. The sound bounces off the walls that are his and yours and echoes along the space between your pressed-up bodies. Along the boxes littered across the floor and the suitcases lined up in the corner. Along the clothes you insisted you needed that he hasn’t seen you wear in months as they lay in a heap on his closet floor. Along the kitchen table where you’ll have breakfast, and the living room where you’ll watch movies, and the bathroom sink where you’ll fight over space to brush your teeth.

He’ll never tell you directly (because he has dignity, of course) but he could really get used to living somewhere that houses a sound like that. A sound that makes him realize the difference between the space he lives in, and the place he calls home.

Home, he thinks to himself for a moment. Home is where your laugh echoes, ringing obnoxiously in his ear. Sukuna doesn’t think any living space will ever be the same again without it.

“Since we live together now—” you murmur, breaking him from his thoughts as you lean in to peck his lips. He hums in a rare, soft, content little sound that you don’t get to hear too often. “—I can finally decorate your plain ass apartment.”

His brows scrunch in horror as he registers your words. “Absolutely not—”

“Muah,” you cut him off with another peck to his mouth, “I’m thinking earthy tones, what about you?”

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I carried like 20 something heavy ass boxes to and from my car nonstop today and every time I felt my poor arms get sore, I thought: wouldn’t it be so nice to have someone like sukuna and his four arms to do all the work while I sit and look gorgeous? He doesn’t have four arms in this fic, but that’s honestly his problem not mine. Just carry the damn boxes I’m just a girl

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𝜗𝜚 ࣪ ׅ ⊹ reader is a parent (called mama + baby), fluff, mister sukuna could be seen as ooc but i honestly don’t care lmaooo

“why do you call my mama baby?”

your daughter swings her legs back and forth, hands tucked underneath her thighs, eyes trained on your boyfriend — sukuna ryomen — as he flips a pancake.

(you’re still asleep in your bedroom — your daughter had woken him up, a glimmer in her eyes as she kindly asked if he could make pancakes for breakfast, a little giggle in her voice as she said that his chocolate chip pancakes were the best.)

“it’s just a pet name.” he responds, flips the pancake again. “thought it was cute.” he kinda shrugs.

“oh.”

he tenderly places the pancake on the plate decorated with a unicorn — she’s been really obsessed with them lately, you had mentioned — and picks up the plate, just to gently place it in front of her.

she’s thoughtful for a moment, lost in the gooey chocolate chip pancakes in front of her.

did he fuck something up?

and then, she looks up at him. “do i have a pet name?”

his eyes widen just a little.

“mama’s baby,” she says, picks up her fork. “and you’re ‘kuna.”

there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“how about …” he acts pensive, but the pet name for your little girl is already on the tip of his tongue. “princess?”

she beams, chocolate chip pancakes forgotten. “like the princess of unicorns?”

he can’t help but notice just how much she resembles you — from her eyes to her nose to the way she gets excited.

“sure, princess.”

“what’s going on with you two?” you ask, drowsy smile gracing your lips, and kiss the top of your daughter’s head.

“‘kuna came up with a pet name for me!”

“ooh, really?” you look over at him as if he had hung the moon in the sky.

“mhm! and it’s princess.”

you smile. “it’s very fitting. our little princess.”

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This is so beautiful and soft. It makes my heart ache😭😭😭😭😭

An afternoon nap—warm, and cozy, bundled up together in each other's arms. Toji's arm is underneath you, holding you close to him, while his other arm is thrown astray across your stomach, tracing soft circles there.

The sunlight catches in the trees hanging outside the window, pebbling across the room, enveloping the room in soft apricot.

Toji looks around the room, and he looks out of the window, watching the trees sway.

Then, he looks at you, asleep in his arms.

He smiles, fondly, and he reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He thinks you look beautiful like this, so soft, and warm underneath the effects of the sun. In fact, he thinks he could get used to this. This sight of you, like this, asleep in his arms. He could do this forever.

He makes a move to tuck another strand of your hair behind your ear again, but this time, he sees you shift, and it makes him stop. He looks at you with a warm smile on his face, happy you're waking up next to him.

"Mornin'," he says, before leaning over to kiss your temple.

You chuckle at Toji's words. You glance at the clock. It's two in the afternoon. "Good afternoon," you correct him, and Toji rolls his eyes.

"Well good afternoon," he says with a grin.

You chuckle, and at the sound, his heart skips a beat when he watches you smile.

God. He could be here forever—

"I wanna marry you."

The words escape him, suddenly, and they even catch him off guard. His eyes widen, finding himself even in shock, but his heart suddenly jumps when he thinks about your response.

His eyes watch you, intently, looking for some kind of reaction, anything—

"Okay."

His eyes soften. He smiles.

"Really?" He takes your hand in his, and he rubs a thumb over the back of your hand.

"Really."

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The hygiene part cracks me up🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Love that stupid little gambling addicted homeless man. He’s so fine idc if he has the hygiene of a literal sewer rat.

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Mercy😫 I can only get so hard.jpg

Toji

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Modern bf Sukuna pt1 (˘ε˘˶ )

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System error message: language department failed bad. So bad.

Once again I look at Megumi thinking about Toji 😭🤣😂😭🤣😂 send help

his favorite view

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the pair of them 😫😫😫😫😫😫 I need them to have a sweet love life that fills with giggles and dumb shit like high school girls, forever

and if he is so evil then why is he cute