#jujutsu sorcerer

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jujutsu kaisen men as random tweets & ig posts

ᥫ᭡. yuji itadori

ᥫ᭡. megumi fushiguro

ᥫ᭡. satoru gojo

ᥫ᭡. suguru geto

ᥫ᭡. toji fushiguro

ᥫ᭡. ryomen sukuna

ᥫ᭡. choso kamo

© cinnamqnx | do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[gabbyp09]

[star-har]

pancakes

gojo satoru | fluff (mild nsfw?, like if u rlly rlly squint)

the morning sun filters through the curtains, casting golden light across the room. you’re still half-asleep, cocooned in blankets, when you hear the soft clink of dishes from the kitchen.

your brows furrow. gojo doesn’t cook.

blinking against the light, you drag yourself out of bed, padding toward the kitchen after lazily brushing your teeth and washing your face. and there he is—standing by the counter, hair a mess, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms.

the golden hues of the sun dance across the smooth expanse of his skin, all toned abs and lean muscle built into every inch of his frame—he looks as if he’s been carved from stone by some greek god. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was.

“what are you doing?” your voice is hoarse with sleep, amusement curling at the edges.

“making breakfast for my wife,” he says, too casually. you glance at the stove—pancakes, or at least an attempt at them. the batter is too thick, one side slightly burned.

a small laugh slips from your lips. “you can’t cook, sweetheart. remember, you were banned from the kitchen.” you muster a snort as you recall his last encounter with breakfast—he’d melted the plastic spatula and set the pan on fire.

he scowls, as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking of. “really? can’t recall that..” he wonders thoughtfully, scratching his chin. then he jumps when he catches the burnt crust of the pancake on the pan. he hurriedly flips it and ignores your narrowing eyes.

“right.” you step closer, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, chin resting at his muscled back. he’s warm, solid, and smells faintly of vanilla and coffee. “and what’s the occasion?”

you trail your fingers down the expanse of his back, tracing the pink scratches there, still lingering from the night before.

his hands still for a second before he flips a pancake—badly. “dunno.” clearly, he’s not letting go of this quickly-formed grudge.

you smile to yourself as you lift your head slightly, peering at his face. his ears are pink.

a slow smile spreads across your lips. “you just wanted to do something nice for me, huh?”

“shut up,” he grumbles, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

you turn him around, pressing up on your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, lips barely brushing his skin. “it’s cute.”

his hands find your hips, grip tightening just slightly. “you’re cute.”

he dips down, sweeping you into a kiss. there’s a taste of coffee in his mouth as he slants his tongue to yours, sighing against your mouth as his hands slide down your tank, grabbing your ass.

you laugh and pull away, and his response is to kiss you again, deeper this time—if it’s even possible.

you speak against his mouth, fingers running circles over his skin. “you gonna feed me or let me starve?”

he tilts his head back, gold light hitting his snowy lashes, pretending to think. “i’d say i’m practically already feeding you, no?”

“oh, is that right?”

to emphasize his words, he sinks down, capturing your mouth with his own as he pulls you flush against his hips. your stomach flutters, legs buckling beneath you. if not for his grip anchoring you in place, you’d have already collapsed.

“there’s plenty more where that came from, too.” his grin is wicked.

your knees are so weak. “is that so?”

he pulls you closer, dragging his mouth from your lips to your cheek, your jaw, below your ear where he places a soft kiss. “that depends, though.”

“on what?” you say, but it comes out more as a breathy whisper.

he leans in, lips grazing your ear. “on how you plan to thank me.”

a laugh bubbles out of you. “eat first,” you murmur, tugging him closer. “then we’ll talk.”

he practically inhales his pancakes. you do too.

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I love not writing smut but suggesting at it it’s sm fun (sorry ill get there one day)

[woodreamzz]

THIS! as soon as i see the writing portraying the main character like a weakling i want to just click off. WHERE'S THE BACK BONE??? WHERE'S THE BAD BITCH ENERGY???? this is why maki's my fav character cuz ur telling me this bitch can't see curses, doesn't have any cursed energy, is hated by everyone in her clan INCLUDING her own family and STILL is being spiteful by becoming a special grade sorcerer/beating bitches asses like it's nothing???

STAND UP HOE 🗣️

unpopular opinion, i hate the bimbo, cutesy, submissive reader. like girl stand TF up!

i’ll read a fic, and i see the most cringe line from the reader and i click off out of embarrassment because it reminds me like.. wow this is what fanfic is hated for, reader is so embarrassing (this is some fics, im not coming for everyone)

biggest pet peeve, say character and reader are in an argument, and the line is like “you hold back your tears and gojo speaks to you, a surge of pain rushing your body” or whatever the fuck it is BUT MY POINT is that like there is a strict submissive and crying personality that “reader” is stuck in, and i see this like weak helpless reader personality over and over again! like pls im the one yelling at gojo what happened to standing on business. esp in smut too, pls let the reader be more sultry, instead of just stuttering and crying

ik not everybody does this, but i read fanfics with me myself envisioned as the reader, and with myself not being that pushover that i see reader CONSTANTLY is, im tired of trying to find fics where im not rolling my eyes at the actions and descriptions of them.

and no, i’m not saying the writing is bad, and thank you writers for the time you put into the these fics! but for the love of god, please make these personalities more versatile for the ones that are on the tougher side 😭 my less affectionate avoidant attachment is screaming at some of these current fics

[shimisstuff]

The new cover inspired all of this, it’s not my fault 😭

18+ on Patreon

[spoksstuff]

Choso 💭 *matchy-matchy = fated brothers*

credits to the original artist @yakult9_chim on X & ig

[analikalee]

[daemontargaryenwhore]

I had enough

[gamblersdoll]

“choso, been an hour.”

“nuh uh.”

you groan, looking down to him as he sucks a nipple of yours. he squeezes the other, relaxing into your warmth. he didn’t always do this sexually, sometimes he just needs to be so close with you.

he also gave butt rubs in a non sexual way as well. he lives for intimacy, and these felt more intimate than sex alone.

this time, he was on edge for whatever reason, stumbling to your house and just holding you. until he mumbled that he wanted to do this, yet he doesnt mean a sexual way.

that was an hour ago, and hes been sucking on the same nipple for an hour.

“chose, baby boy, switch to another nipple.” you say, shifting your body to get even more comfortable.

he groans, looking up at you. “but this my favorite one…”

“… you have a favorite?” you ask, never even heard of that shit.

“yeah, i love both, of course. but.. this one, your right one has a taste–“

“okayyy, you can suckle on that one some more.” you chime in, chuckling when he smiles and pops it back into his mouth.

for you, sure it became sore for a while, but to choso he was in heaven.

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ toxic ft, satoru gojo

summary. your ex boyfriend wants you back, but you just don’t think you can go back to something so toxic

you’re currently finishing touching up your makeup in satoru’s bathroom mirror after he had basically just ruined it all of five minutes ago, your legs still a little weak. but you weren’t about to tell that egoist.

satoru snakes his way behind you, resting his chin on your head and placing his large palms against your shoulders as you look at him the mirror

“what’re you doing?”, you ask, an amused smile on your face.

satoru’s face was anything but, “are you leaving again?”, he questions, that comes out in a tone you’ve never been familiar with.

you nod slowly, “well, yeah. why would i stay?”

“i dunno, we just slept together, i thought we could spend time together.”, he shrugs, trying to act as nonchalant as he could but satoru’s never been the best at hiding his feelings when it came to you.

you shrug him off you, turning to face him, “don’t. don’t do that.”

“do what?”, he asks, looking like a kicked puppy right now.

“we broke up for a reason. just because we’re sleeping together doesn’t mean we’re just gonna go back to how we were.”, you cross your arms together in a protective way, feeling like satoru could just do anything with your heart.

it’s always been that way. he’s always been a soft spot for you and even now as you stand your ground, you feel like if he reached deep enough he could get your heart back.

“i know, but, i feel like we could make it work if we tried.”, he replies, gently trying to grab your hand before you brush him off.

“satoru. there’s no way we can be together, not in a relationship anyway. you can’t be someone’s boyfriend, you know that.”, you reason.

your breakup with satoru was extremely messy. it’s not like he cheated or anything like that, but it was damn well close enough for you to leave him. the man always had commitment issues, trust issues, attachment issues. you name any of them and he probably has them. so, being with him has always been so chaotic.

it was too much for you. you’re still young and as much as you love him, you knew you couldn’t be with him any longer. especially when the final straw was catching him being a little too flirty with someone else.

“i can change. i can, baby. and i want to, it’s been hell since you’ve been gone. i feel like i’m losing you every time i watch you walk out my door.”, he utters, his voice shaky causing your heart to drop.

“please, satoru. i can’t have this conversation with you.”

“baby, please. just let me try. i miss you, so much.”, he walks closer to you, gently rubbing down your arms as you face away from him.

you couldn’t even look at the expression on his face. you had felt like you’d seen satoru in every way, but it was so rare that you ever saw him so.. desperate.

“please.”, he whispers once more.

you shake your head, your throat squeezing up as you remove satoru’s hands from you. you could not let him see how much this was affecting you, you know it’d fuel some sick part of him that believes you want him just as much as he wants you.

“no.”, his face drops.

“i’m gonna leave, now. i don’t want you to call me, and i don’t think we should be seeing each other again.”

“wait- what?”, he scrambles, his face panicked, “you’re telling me you’re just leaving me, again?”

“don’t do this, you know i won’t stop.”, he reminds her. god, she knew better than anyone he never stopped.

“i know! i know that, that’s why i’m leaving. i’m putting an end to everything.”, you raise your voice, your calm words from earlier clearly not even going through his ears.

“we’re toxic, satoru. we will never work, and you will never change. i love you, i really do but i can’t keep doing this, it’s driving me insane. when am i gonna get any peace?”, you rant on at him, seeing his face turn more and more guilty by the second.

satoru’s love could be overwhelming at times. he had so much to give but so much to take, and he will always be like that. you knew he loved you, no, obsessed is a better way to describe it. it was too suffocating for it to be love.

and you knew this was toxic, you knew sleeping with him wouldn’t have helped the situation any more, but old habits die hard and when he’s calling you at 2am, begging for you, to just fuck at least one more time, you really couldn’t control your body when you were already putting your shoes on.

“i’m really sorry. please, we can just forget everything i said. i cant just not have you at all.”, he pleads, something he’s good at.

you sigh, starting to put everything back in your makeup bag, not even caring that your makeup was half done at this point.

“wow, you’re actually leaving, again.”, he scoffs as you tune him out. you can’t do this, you don’t have the energy. physically and mentally. satoru could go on at you all day if he wanted.

as you finally speed off, satoru following your every move and pushing the front door before you could even reach it he asks, “are you really doing this? is this even what you want?”

you look up at him, seeing the wetness spread around his eyes, “we shouldn’t be together.”, you simple state.

“i know.”, he sighs, admitting defeat as he removes his arm from the door. he’s known this all along, but he wanted to be a little more selfish with you, “i just.. don’t wanna lose you.”

when he doesn’t get any response, not even one he hated, he says, “i love you.”, just one final time.

“i know.”, you sigh.

you turn the knob on his door, not taking a second glance at him as the cool breeze hit your face, stepping outside and leaving satoru gojo behind you, and hopefully for good this time.

© cinnamqnx | do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[gabbyp09]

[helloitsshenart]

Average Satosugu morning?

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Characters belong to the Jujutsu Kaisen universe, art is original by me. Please do not repost, trace, copy or otherwise use my art without permission AND credit.

[softrashame]

i just had to…

[chromateclipse]

TAKADAA CHAAAANNN

[serene555]

MMA! Toji who comes back to your apartment each evening after his training session in the gym every day instead of going back to his big ass luxury condo just because he needs to see his pretty brat after the shitty day he’s had.

MMA! Toji who tries his best not to act like a love sick fool and kiss you all over that sleepy little face when you emerge from your bedroom being woken from your little nap, half asleep after hearing the front door being opened as he enters, his gym bag dropping on the floor.

MMA! Toji who buries his face in your neck the first thing when you step closer as he inhales that sweet scent of yours after the long shitty day he’s had, the tension in those bulging muscles of his easing just a little as you welcome him home in that sleepy soft voice which just melts that cold heart of his.

MMA! Toji who hated your cramped little apartment because he was too used to his luxury one yet came back here every evening anyway because his largo condo felt too empty compared to the warmth your little apartment held.

Because, his home was where you were.

[analikalee]