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tojitulip

r u swiping right on me be honest

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a/n: the concept was more like “i found ur hb on tinder” but it ended up being different for the last characters because it’s my smau and i said so 🙂‍↕️ thank you for reading, i love you (. .*)β

barlukovart

tomoe🖤

#need him so bad #i love a man who yearns

crabamo

Sukuna would lowkey be such a softy lover, but only if you’re just insanely devoted to him? Like he treats uraume really well and that’s because they’re so devoted to him and his cause, and he’s soo chatty and dramatic, plus he’s a dork about poetry??

shibuyafiles

your bf gojo satoru is GROSS.

i. you’re standing outside a convenience store because satoru’s body refuses to go six hours without eating something sweet (read: two handfuls worth of snacks) so there you are, bored—waiting for him to stop flirting with the cashier (old lady, 72, loving it).

he’s really taking forever. you scroll on your phone, suddenly remembering the pack to grab spearmint gum in your bag. it’s something to do. you grab it, pop a piece in your mouth, and think nothing of it.

big mistake.

payakanspirit

♯ can’t stop thinking about bestfriend!megumi recording you riding a dildo because the two of you want to earn some extra cash, and he insisted this would be the quickest way to save up for that brand new pc you'd both been eyeing. you trust him, and besides, who are you to refuse your horny best friend? (twt link at the end!)

the lighting in megumi’s bedroom was dim, save for the harsh glow of his phone screen and a couple of desk lamps that cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. you were stripped bare, save for a pair of black nylon thigh highs that hugged your legs, digging slightly into your skin. you felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you straddled the thick, silicone dildo propped up on the carpet.

you were on your knees, leaning forward with your palms pressed flat against the floor for support. your back arched, creating a tempting curve that highlighted the contrast of the thigh highs against your skin and your cunt began to stretch wide as you slowly lowered your weight onto it.

megumi, on the other hand, sat just a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, holding his phone steady to capture every angle of your vulnerability. he looked completely unfazed, though his dark eyes were tracking every twitch of your muscles. his dark, spikey hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze and leaving half of his face veiled in shadow. it gave him an air of detached mystery, though the way he held his phone, steady and focused, showed he was paying very close attention to every detail.

"you’re hesitating," megumi remarked, his voice cool and flat. he shifted his position, the phone camera zooming in on the point where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "you know, if we're doing this for the money, you can't look like you're scared of it. you have to look like you’re enjoying it.”

"i’m not— i'm just.." you whimpered, your voice trailing off as you began to lift and drop your hips. the friction was intense, the girth of the toy hitting that soft spot with every downward thrust.

"just what? flustered?" he let out a small, petty huff of a laugh. "it’s just a piece of plastic, but you're reacting like it's the real thing. if you can't even handle this, how the fuck are you going to take my dick?"

your face flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from your cheeks down to your chest. you let out a flustered whine, shifting your hips to settle deeper onto the toy. "shut up, gumi! don't say stuff like that," you whimpered, though you didn't stop moving.

"why not? it's just a question," he muttered, adjusting the camera to get a closer shot of where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "put some effort into it. move your hips more."

"besides, im tryna give you motivation. now, lean forward more. arch your back. i wanna to see more of your ass while you ride it."

you groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you began to bounce, the rhythmic slapslapslap of your thighs hitting the base of the toy filling the quiet room. you focused on the sensation, the way the dildo filled you completely, stretching you wide.

suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand wrap around your hip, pulling you firmly against him. you jumped, a small shriek escaping your lips as megumi reached out. he didn't stop recording with one hand, but with the other, he began to grope your ass, his fingers kneading your soft cheeks with a possessive grip.

"megumi!" you gasped, your rhythm faltering.

"stay focused," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. smack! he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.

the sting sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hips picking up speed. you started riding the dildo frantically, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust.

"thaaat’s it," megumi whispered, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched your pussy grip the toy. he slapped your other cheek, harder this time, leaving a faint red mark. "look at you. so desperate for a little bit of attention. you look like a total slut for the camera."

"i— i'm not— mmmh! shit!" you were losing it, the combination of the stretching fullness and megumi’s touch pushing you over the edge.

as the orgasm hit, your internal muscles clamped down hard on the silicone. your body shuddered violently, and you let out a loud, broken cry, your voice echoing through the room.

"megumi— oh god, megumi!"

you collapsed onto your elbows, panting heavily, your pussy glistening and open, leaking clear fluids onto the floor. you stayed there for a moment, panting, your chest heaving as the aftershocks of the climax rolled through you. slowly, with a wet, suctioning sound, you slid off the dildo, your pussy glistening and open.

megumi didn't put the phone away, though. instead, he crawled forward, bringing the camera inches away from your dripping cunt, capturing the way your folds twitched and leaked.

"fuuuuck.. that's so hot," he breathed, his voice raspy. he looked up from the screen, the shadows of his hair still dancing across his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. he didn't move to help you up, instead, he shifted his weight, the heavy bulge in his sweatpants brushing against your hip, reminding you exactly how hard he was.

"you look like a complete mess," he murmured, though his voice lacked any real judgment. it sounded more like a compliment. "absolutely drenched."

“yeah, well, i wonder why.. this better earn us quite the money, fushiguro.”

megumi let out a low, humming sound in his throat. "well, i don't think i can just sell this video. i might have to keep a copy for myself. now.. i think it's time i get what i want."

“you’re so greedy,” you giggled.

how he had you later that night.

i need a bf that cosplays so bad. ANYWAYS!! more bestfriend!megumi because WE #wantdat

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purrtoru

satoru loves listening to you, especially when your lips are against his. . .

the room is quiet enough that every little sound feels louder than it should— the soft rustle of blankets, and the tiny laugh that escapes you when satoru steals another kiss before you even finish your sentence.

“you know,” you mumble against his lips. “you should really listen to me right now.”

“i’m listening,” he replies, barely pulling away. his lips brush yours with every word. “you said i’m handsome.”

“i definitely didn’t.”

“no? must’ve imagined it.”

you roll your eyes, though he can’t really see it from how close you are. your noses bump together, and he smiles before giving you another slow, lazy kiss.

“you interrupted me again,” you say.

“m’sorry.. keep talking, sweetheart.”

another kiss.

“i’m trying to tell you,” you whisper, your lips still resting against his. “that we need groceries.”

“we’ll figure something out,” he hums thoughtfully, his breath warm against your face.

guys don’t let adult life rid you of whimsy… genuinely sent in bts edits as part of my portfolio for a job and i’ve been shortlisted with an interview this afternoon…….. don’t let the world kill your spirit

THEY LOOKED SO GOOD😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛 BTS LOOKED SO YUM YUM YUM YUM FUCKKKKK THE WORLD CUP FINAL GET THEM BACK ON SCREEN

aeresha

yapping to your husband, 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Nanami Kento ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ about your new bag .✦ ݁˖

The soft click of the front door closing was usually followed by a weary sigh from Kento, but today, it was followed by the insistent, rhythmic tapping of your fingers against the leather of your new bag.

He stood in the entryway, loosening his tie with practiced, tired precision.

Before he could even hang up his blazer, you were there, hovering like an excited shadow.

“Kento, look,” you announced, hoisting the bag onto your shoulder. It was a structured, cognac-colored leather tote—the kind that smelled like ambition and expensive retail therapy.

He paused, one hand still on his collar, and peered at you over his glasses. His expression was as neutral as a balance sheet, but his eyes softened at the edges.

“It’s… a bag.”

“It’s not just a bag,” you countered, walking circles around him as you launched into the full, exhaustive breakdown. “I’ve been tracking this specific model for three months. It went on sale, but then it sold out, and I had to scour the secondary market, which was a nightmare because of the authentication scams. But then—then—I found this boutique in Ginza that had one left in stock. Look at the stitching. The interior lining is silk, Kento. Pure silk.”

Kento hummed, finally hanging his jacket.

He didn’t interrupt, which was his own version of a grand, romantic gesture. He simply stood there, listening with the same focus he applied to a complex contractual dispute.

“And the hardware,” you continued, practically vibrating. “It’s brushed gold. It doesn’t scream for attention, it just… exists with integrity. I feel like it changes my entire posture. Do I look more professional? I feel like I look like someone who has her life together, don't you think?”

He stepped closer, his large, warm hand coming up to rest briefly on your shoulder—the one without the bag—as he examined the item in question.

He gave it a solemn, thoughtful nod, as if reviewing a high-level proposal.

“The structural integrity does seem sound,” he agreed, his voice a low, steady rumble. “And the color complements your coat well. It appears to be a prudent acquisition, provided you actually intend to use it for more than just display.”

“I am going to use it every day!” you insisted, leaning into his side. “I’m going to put my laptop in it, my pens, my notebook. It’s going to be the most productive bag in the city.”

Kento let out a dry, quiet chuckle, his gaze drifting from the bag to your face. He reached out, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “If it brings you that much utility, then it was a success. Now, do you think that bag of yours could potentially hold a carton of eggs? I’m starving, and I’m afraid I’ve neglected the grocery shopping.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were beaming. “You are lucky you're cute, Nanami.”

“I am aware, my love,” he said, turning toward the kitchen. “Come along. Let's see if this ‘professional’ bag can handle the weight of dinner.”

zyafics

PAPA, UP! | Sukuna Ryomen

MASTERLIST / When your daughter wants to be carried, you delegate that task to your husband.

“Mama, up!”

You stopped in the middle of your walk to stare at your four-year-old daughter. Crimson eyes blinked up at you with expectations while her outstretched hands open and close into tiny, impatient fists.

You were exhausted. Having spent the entire evening walking around the pier, your feet were sore, and your arms felt like they weighted a ton. All you wanted was to go home.

But your daughter had other plans—asking you to carry her for the rest of the walk back to the car.

Her mouth slanted into a pout, her continuous grappling with her tiny fingers, while she tilted her head to the side.

You turned to your husband. Sukuna watched the interaction with a detached expression on his face, and offering no assistance. Eyes on his daughter—salmon-colored hair pulled into pigtails, crimson eyes identical to him—with cool exterior.

“This is for you,” you said solemnly.

His eyes snapped to your face. “She called for you.”

“You were made for this,” you encouraged, ignoring his observation with a pat on his arm. Sukuna rolled his eyes, but responded with nothing as he stepped toward his daughter.

Her outstretched arms pivoted to him. “Papa, up.” She murmured, rosy cheeks from the seaside breeze, her lips pulled into a pout that remarkably looked so much like you.

“You’re grown enough to walk.”

“Papa,” She pouted again, her bottom lip wobbly as her fingers closed and opened into her small palms. Sukuna sighed in concession, lowering himself to scoop his daughter into his arms.

She went lax under her father’s touch—proving your theory that it wasn’t just you she wanted, she just wanted to stop walking—and dug her pudgy cheek onto his shoulder. Crimson eyes fluttered as she fell into the safety spell of her father’s embrace.

Warmth spread to your chest as you watched the entire interaction. Contrasting with such a small, fragile thing, Sukuna carried your daughter with such firm gentleness, it made your heart fluttered in many ways, your mind swimming with all the reasons why you got pregnant in the first place.

Sukuna resumed the trek back to the car. You followed closely behind, still observing how your daughter felt so cozy in her father’s arms, she even had a little bit of drool from the carry. You made it a few steps until you suddenly lagged behind, and immediately, without fail, Sukuna picked up on it.

Skirting to a stop, with his child tucked under one arm, he turned around with narrowed eyes.

“What is it now, wife?”

Heat rose to your cheeks. You shyly stretched your arms out, just like your daughter did, pouting in the same way as her, closing and opening your fists in mirror image.

And that was how Sukuna ended up carrying his wife and child in his arm, each falling asleep on each shoulder, each felt safe enough with the King of Curses.

rengoatku

Rule #1: Don’t flirt with Satoru’s girlfriend. (•̀ ᴖ •́)

The party had moved from the halls of the frat house out into the obnoxiously large garden, bodies danced along the grass while some brave souls dived into the pool in their underwear. It was clear most people were wasted.

You remember Satoru saying something about the party being a “housewarming” for the new pledges, although you knew it was just another excuse for his first bros to get shit faced and for him to stuff his own face with abnormal amounts of confectionery.

Glancing around, you notice that Shoko and Utahime had snuck off together and that Yuki was currently making her move in a very red and sweaty Choso. “Oh, for God's sake,” you sigh to yourself, “Can’t any of them keep it in their pants?”

Just as you were about to search for your boyfriend and unfamiliar raven-haired face blocks your path. He flashed a grin, “Hey, I don't think we've ever met.”

You smiled politely and shrugged, “Probably not.”

The man leans against a nearby tree, clearly swelling with pride as he continues to hit on you. “Well, it's nice to meet you. I don't get to see many pretty girls around here.” You laughed awkwardly, “I mean… I can name a few.”

His eyes flickered around before settling back onto you, “Let’s get out of here. Somewhere quiet, maybe?”

Choking back a laugh, you replied, “Well, I’m actually about to go look for my boyfriend.” To which he laughed, “Really? Who would leave a pretty girl like you all alone?”

“Hey, now,” the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend came from behind him, “That’s no way to talk about the frat president, oh humble pledge.” The man spun around so fast he looked blurry, sputtering a sad excuse for an apology while looking at his feet.

“I-I swear I didn’t know, Gojo!” But the white-haired man only grinned, “Ah, no worries, no harm, no foul. Right?”

You shot him a sceptical look as he slung an arm around you, hugging you into his side. Just as the raven-haired man turned to walk away, Suguru and Sukuna seemed to appear from thin air. The two guys grab onto his arms and legs and begin to hoist him towards the pool.

“Hey! Let go of me! I swear I didn't mean any harm!”

Gojo chuckled, watching as his friends launched the new member of the fraternity into the pool.

A loud splash! echoed the garden, water flew up and covered the pavement. The entire party seemed to freeze, then laughter erupted; even the now-soaking pledge seemed to resurface with a smile on his face. “Alright! You got me. Sorry, man.”

“Good!” Satoru yelled back, not before leaning down to press a wet kiss right on your cheek. You giggled as he pressed a couple more kisses around your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You're so cruel, you know that?”

Satoru just scoffed, “What? As president, I believe reprimandations are in order.” You laughed again, “Is that even a word?” He simply shrugged, tugging you closer to the speakers. “May I have this dance?”

You rolled your eyes, “Only if you promise not to throw anyone else into the pool.” He pretended to think about it, tapping his chin with his pointer finger before answering, “Nah, at least not unless they keep their eyes off of you.”

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crunchypizabread

In which you test your Sephora lipstick haul on Sukuna because you're (slightly) colorblind (slightly suggestive, fluff, crack)

Impromptu buying 6 lipstick shades just because they were on sale wasn't a great idea. But what else could you do? Sukuna loved when you wore red. So much so, that it made him go quiet and watchful across any room you were in, plotting ways to have your mouth on him later that night. And with the store out of testers, you decided to take the plunge and test them at home instead.

The problem? You were slightly colorblind. Protanomaly made reds look darker, almost green. The subtle differences between shades weren't noticeable on your lips, especially testing them one by one instead of swatching them all at once. You wanted a blank canvas, and you couldn't risk smudging your fresh spray tan on your wrist either.

The only "logical" solution? Testing them on your husband.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you tell the difference between these reds?"

"No. That's like asking me to guess between a yam and a sweet potato."

"They're different?"

"Exactly."

"And here I thought it was because I was colorblind."

"Nope. They all look the same, wife."

"Ugh. Just come here." You motioned him over, lying back on the carpet, splayed out with your shopping bag beside you.

He walked over slowly, unhurried, like he already knew you'd wait. Stopped in front of you, arms crossed. Very serious. As though you'd summoned him for a scolding instead of lip swatches.

"Ugh. What a diva."

You grabbed his wrist and yanked him down. He let you – he always let you, even when he pretended otherwise, and folded himself against the coffee table, close enough that his knee pressed into your thigh.

"Put it on."

"Are you crazy?"

"How else am I supposed to swatch the shades? Or give me your wrist."

"Hell no. I have errands to run in an hour. Not doing that."

"Does that hurt your masculinity, husband?"

"I'm wearing Hello Kitty pajamas right now, so no. I just don't want random red streaks on my mouth and hands looking like I got into a cat fight."

"Fine. Then be useful and describe the shades as I try them."

"Okay." Said like he wasn't interested, though his eyes hadn't left your mouth since you cracked the first cap open. He wasn't colorblind, he just had never once in his life needed the vocabulary to talk about depth and undertone in a color. He was learning fast.

You picked up the first lipstick and painted it on slowly, watching him watch you do it. "Dark red or medium red?"

He leaned in, way closer than the question required, studying your lips like he'd been starving. "Darker. Like a rose."

"Good description." You set the lipstick down. "I need your face too."

"What? Why?"

"Shut up." You gripped his jaw and kissed his cheek, deliberate, lingering half a second too long. Felt the muscle under your fingers go stiff.

His skin was suddenly way too warm. "Woman. I told you."

"Don't care." You stuck your tongue out, entirely too pleased with your antics.

You wiped off the shade, applying a new one across your lips, slower this time, making a show of it. "This one?" You pouted.

His jaw ticked. "Bright. Neon."

"Good boy." Another kiss, closer to his mouth this time, close enough to feel his breath.

And another. And another, until his whole face was marked up in red, and he'd gone very still and very quiet the way he only did when he was working hard to stay in control of himself.

"So… which one did you like best?"

He finally looked at you properly, eyes half-lidded, voice dropping low. "The one that matches my eyes. The crimson. Numero 3."

"Noted." You patted his cheek, all business. "Now off you go for errands."

He didn't move. Just watched you, something dark settling behind his stare as he smirked.

"What?"

"I think you need to learn a lesson."

"For what?"

"For using me as a fucking tester." He caught your wrist before you could pull away, thumb dragging slow over your pulse point.

"Sure. I'm not scared of your threats."

"Oh, you will be." He pulled you into his lap like it cost him nothing. "Not after I've worked over your other lips until you're screaming my name."

a/n: do i need to touch grass? yes. will i continue to write soft sukuna until eternity? also yes. "that's not who he is" shush. it's all fiction, baby girl - let live.

art by @luluyi