Albert's writing stash

I think the name's funny he/him !!Feel free to request!!

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[★ - ☆] MASTERLIST [JJK and TNMN]

M' open to AFAB and AMAB reader, -- I write predominantly with gender neutral / male readers in mind, however all genders have creative reading freedoms with my works, just because the reader is gendered opposite of what you identify as does not mean you are any less welcome to enjoy the piece

--Al’ (he/him) --- REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterlist f'my blog (predominantly writings pieces)

~ ┊ ⋆ ┊ JJK - {Jujutsu Kaisen} .

✦▷► Satoru Gojo --Gojo Satoru // ~ Midnights [JJk x Reader] –

--Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader –

--Redeemed!Bully!Satoru Gojo x AMAB!Reader // "Gonna give you a Real Reason to Cry.." –

----JJK men x ftm!reader // how they help with gender dysphoria –

--+-- ✦▷► Ryomen Sukuna --Teacher!Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader // Teacher!Sukuna HC's <3 –

--Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader –

--Sukuna, Sweetheart <3 // ♡ "Worship me..." –

--ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ!Ryomen Sukuna x M!ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ!Reader //“𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲..?”

--Shameless Sukuna smut (FTM Reader)– --Divine. // Heian Sukuna x M!Reader <3 – --JJK men x ftm!reader // how they help with gender dysphoria – --"Sink your teeth in me"... // Heian!Sukuna x Reader –

--+-- ✦▷►Nanami Kento Nanami Kento x Reader // [Novelty] – --+--

✦▷► Suguru Geto YAN!Suguru Geto // x Reader [Vindication] – Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader – Puppet Boy // Suguru Geto x M!Cursed!Reader –

JJK men x ftm!reader // how they help with gender dysphoria –

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✦▷► Toji Fushiguro Jealousy looks good on You // JKK Men x Reader – JJK men x ftm!reader // how they help with gender dysphoria – --+-- ✦▷► Yuji Itadori

Yuji Itadori // x Reader [Nights with You] –

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┊ ⋆ ┊ TNMN - {That's Not my Neighbor}┊ .

✦▷► Francis Mosses (Milkman) Milked for Every Last Drop ~ // 🥛🐄 – (x male reader)

"You're not my Husband..." // Doppel!Francis x Reader 🐄🩸 – “Does this please you, Officer?”  // Doppel!Francis x DDD Officer Reader –

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┊ ⋆ ┊SPECIAL - {Crossovers}

Doppel!GOJO x Reader // "Looks Satoru Enough.." [JJK x TNMN crossover au] 🥛🔵 –

[+more works in the future..]

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had the sudden and violent thought of a jjk college!au, wherein exes Utahime and Gojo fought for the affections of the reader.

Nobody ever thought that the head of the sorority and the head of the fraternity would ever break up, but when they did it was MESSY. And now poor you, some random guy they met at a party one night and couldn’t get out of their heads, are stuck in the middle of it.

They both try to pursue your love in varying different ways: Gojo through lavish gifts, Utahime through attention. And they always make sure to rub it in the others face. Like, I’m talking sending numerous photos / videos— super petty stuff like tagging you with hearts in an Instagram post

They’re vicious with it, each demanding your affection and desperately trying to one up the other. It’s petty and messy and so so so toxic, but individually they’re so unbelievably sweet to you that you would never have fathomed they could harbor such venom for each other.

I think a weird poly situation in which a toxic couple fought over me would fix most things in my life, actually

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Thought about Sukuna and reader who was his teacher in the Heian era

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Constantly being trapped inside the body of a teenager sucked, but being forced to listen to his teacher may have been worse.  Satoru Gojo was an annoyance at best and a serious fault in Sukuna’s plans in a worst case scenario. Theoretically, Sukuna would be the best teacher for Yuji Itadori (Y’know, considering the whole finger consumption and possession thing). But why on earth would Sukuna ever do something like that? Helping a brat like Yuji, seriously? Despite sharing the same body, Sukuna never failed to remind Itadori of just how miserable he would make his life. 

Sukuna was never meant to be a teacher anyways. Helping others just never occurred to him (though, he would likely argue that beating young sorcerers to death could be considered teaching them a lesson). He was absolutely nothing like Satoru Gojo— nurturing was likely the last word someone would use to describe Sukuna

However, Sukuna can owe some respect to Gojo, for an aspect other than his strength: how closely he reminded Sukuna of you. 

꧁❂ — — — — 

   “Do it again.” 

The winter air was biting, and his fingers felt like they were about to fall off- but he didn’t dare complain. Sukuna knew better than to complain in front of you 

Every swipe of the sword, every drop of the blade, and he was getting stronger. You told him this yourself numerous times. 

With every ache he was getting stronger. Every draw of the bow he was getting sharper. 

“Do it again, and don’t snap it this time.” Your voice once again draws him out of his stupor. Sukuna looks over at your scrutinizing face, frowning at his form

“You’re too rough” you chastise gently, walking over to his side. “You cannot wield the bow with brute force alone, it’s all about control”. His breath hitches when he feels you come up behind him. 

It’s quite comical, really. Your much smaller, weaker mortal body, coming up behind his massive one. You were by no means a small man, but next to the massive curse you seemed insignificant. 

Your head barely reached his shoulders, and yet you confidently guided his upper arms into place

“Archery is about control;” you gently explain, “you need power, yes, but you also need immense restraint. You need to know your body, and know exactly how much power to pour into the arrow to make it reach its mark” 

Sukuna was uncharacteristically silent, but hanging onto every word you said. How ironic it was, for the so called king of curses to be mentored by a mortal

But you had taught him everything: from how to wield a blade to drawing his bow, even to control his cursed technique. You had taught him how to draw upon his power from the start, and now you were teaching him how to wield it. Taylor it. Fit it to his body and needs. 

And Sukuna whole heartedly trusted you through it all. His body seemed to melt into place against your touch. Your encouraging tone cemented his confidence, and you felt the large muscles of his back as his arms drew back the bow. You could feel the raw power as they contracted, feel as it concentrated and honed in on one specific mark. And then…

Thwip! 

A clean shot.

“Well done” you step away, smiling at his work. Sukuna practically preens

“Now do it again.” 

His smile faded, but he never complained. Not once. Because he’d do the same drills over and over again. Practice the same techniques again and again, for however long it takes. As long as it meant he got your praise, your approval. 

It was never rotten work— not to him — not if it was you. 

And he swore he could feel something beat in his chest every time he felt those clever eyes burning into his back. There was a rush in his chest other than adrenaline every time you sparred. 

No one could give him a fight like you could (and no one would) 

No one could get him to sweat like you do, could make that same feeling rush through his veins. No one could make getting his ass beat feel so invigorating.

And if in the darkest hours of the night, he imagined what would happen if those skilled hands travelled elsewhere, whose business was that? 

So what if he imagined being pinned down under other circumstances. So what if he desperately, hopelessly wished you’d teach him those other kinds of things? 

No one had to know the way he’d stay up at night, imagining the way you had touched him, guided him in that day’s practice. No one had to know the dozens of paintings he kept of you, (you had taught him how to paint, and now he was making good use of it). No one had to know the way he was haunted nightly by your voice,

by your smile, by your promises to teach him

everything. 

You’d taught him how to become something fierce, something wild and dangerous. 

Even though, now more than ever, he so desperately wanted to learn to be something soft, something tender. 

He could learn to be gentle for you.

You made him want to learn to be gentle. 

He wishes you’d taught him how to be. 

Maybe it wasn’t too late.

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Pleaaaaaaase I need more sukuna and deity!reader!!! The concept is immaculate, it’s scrumptious, it’s delightful!!!! Need more devout worshipper sukuna in my life

YES SIR 🫡

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“Really, is this many shrines necessary?” 

Sukuna thinks your statement is silly, because of course it’s very much necessary. Anything and everything physically possibly dedicated to was necessary. This shrine was as necessary as the dozens of other ones he had put up this week. Many long nights had he stayed up, painstakingly constructing, creating, with all four of his own hands. The many blisters and cuts that adorned his calloused palms a testament to his dedication to the craft. 

The juxtaposition between the harshness of his strikes in battle and the delicate way in which he carefully set up each offering was jarring. You found it odd how such skilled and careful fingers could be the ones responsible for the wasteland of a village you stumbled upon just weeks ago. 

What an odd speciman.

“By the way,” your voice breaks Sukuna out of his trance of concentration, and maroon eyes gaze upon your own, —lines of harsh concentration softening from his face, —“Gods typically don’t accept offerings of human flesh.” What a shock it was a few days ago to all of a sudden be granted the sight of a ripe human corpse, presented humbly as an offering. While it was quite surprising, (and smelly) you couldn’t help but look back on it humorously, almost affectionately. It reminded you of a cat who once gifted dead birds at your doorstep. 

Sukuna huffs. However was he supposed to know gods were apparently above human corpses as offerings? Truly, he was trying his very best— but all this ‘devotion’ stuff was foreign to him. Sukuna was never a man of worship, and as a curse the very impurity of his existence was a spit in the face to any divine entity. Hedonistic lifestyle only takes someone so far, and a devout follower was so far off from his character that his older self would likely look on his current position in disgust. 

And yet, Sukuna simply cannot find it within himself to care. Because being granted your divine presence- let alone your attention- was enough to bring even a filthy beast like him to his knees. 

“Well then,” he asks, not without a sardonic tone, “what kind of offerings are mediocre mortals presenting you with, if not the heads of your enemies?” 

“Rice , fish , sake , meat -“ you give an amused smile, “preferably not of the human kind” 

Sukuna only grunts in response. He could understand the food part. Personally, if he were a higher deity, Sukuna knew he’d want heaps of human meat as an offering. What better gift than another’s life? He thinks any other kind of offering pales in comparison, and human offerings are definitely much lamer than what he could lay at your feet. However, if that was what you wanted, then he would gladly fetch it for you. 

“How… quant.” He says, before turning his attention back to his task 

That afternoon he went hunting, and had Uruame prepare a meal at nighttime. By the time the sun arose, you came back to find a feast grand enough feed a large village, meats of all varieties lavishly laid out, with colorful, lush heaps of vegetables, and enough rice to feed a small family. 

And, (albeit against Sukuna’s strongest desire), not a body in sight. 

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Imagine as a deity you’re so powerful that regular sorcerers and curses are to you like mice are to people, and even someone as powerful and imposing as Sukuna is essentially the equivalent of a slightly larger than average cat 🙌

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Thinking about Sukuna and Deity!Reader

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The first he ever heard of you was on one of his rampages. The scent of blood hung heavily in the air, along with the stench of burning flesh. The entire village a burning, raging inferno to the heavens. The last of the screams had burnt to the ground along with the city, and all that was left was an ugly scorch, a scar upon the earth. Sukuna towered above one remaining survivor, one quaking man paralyzed in fear. He lay weeping on the ground, blood caking his clothes and face. He prayed to the gods above, to Sukuna, to anyone who would listen. It was a very familiar ritual to Sukuna, and he had no qualms about splitting the man’s head in two. His pleas for mercy only grated upon his nerves.

And then something the man said gave him pause. A name, one he had never heard before. In his blood-hungry rampages Sukuna had heard prayers screamed to every god in the sky earth and sea, and yet he had never heard of this name before. The man uttered it again and again, mumbling it like a mantra. Surprisingly, Sukuna found himself not wanting him to stop. The name was something nice, something warm to his ears, even if it was from the shredded throat of a dead man.

“Who is this you speak of?” Sukuna demanded,- but the man gave no answer, only repeating the name again and again, “Who do you pray to?” Sukuna stipulated, growing irritated now as the man continued to ignore him.

One cleave and the man’s head toppled to the ground. Sukuna scoffed, curse him and whatever foolish deity he devoted himself to.

Some god, he thought, who was just the same as any divine being: wholly indifferent to the pleas of mortals. Sukuna found himself slightly frustrated as he left the burning inferno. Although plenty of blood was spilt, he felt… unsatisfied. The fact he did not know of whoever the man had prayed irritated him more than he’d like to admit. He hesitated at first, but eventually tried saying the name himself.

He was surprised by how much he liked it, how nicely his lips fit around each sound, how the weight felt on his tongue, the way he could almost taste it. It was an odd, foreign sensation, albeit not unwelcome.

Sukuna shakes his head, frustrated at something so trivial and simple as a name bothered him so greatly. He moved to walk ahead, but something suddenly stopped him.

He stared dumbfounded at the figure on the path in front of him. He could’ve sworn he had killed every last mortal in the village. But no, this wasn’t a mortal, Sukuna could instantly tell upon a second glance. Nothing about the being in front of him was even remotely ‘mortal’.

The way the figure carried itself, from the imprints- or lack thereof- that their feet should’ve made in the ground, from the way they almost seemed to glow against the smoky night sky. Everything about whoever this was screamed ethereal

They looked to the embers, the last remains of the village behind Sukuna, and almost seemed to sigh softly,

“It appears my timing is still a bit off” and their voice,— Sukuna had heard many beautiful things in his time, from the finest music to the softest chirp of a bird, but the words that left the figure’s lips had to be the sweetest blessing his ears had ever been graced with, “Unless,” they add, “you were the one to summon me”

Without even needing to think about it, Sukuna uttered the name,— it tumbled from his lips before he could even stop himself,- but something about it just seemed right

You tilted your head, smiling when he says your name, and Sukuna felt that for once in his sinful, accursed life that he had been lucky, lucky to ever have the privilege to witness such a divine and wonderful thing

Never once had Sukuna ever witnessed a god answer a prayer. In the thousands he had slaughtered, out of the hundreds upon thousands of pleas had heard being tossed up to the heavens, never once had he ever seen one answered. He found it a bit ironic, how you ceased to answer to the dying’s mantra of your name over and over again, yet were summoned the second he muttered your name. But Sukuna found he’d rather prefer it no other way.

”Was there someone else here?” You asked, seemingly searching around for whoever had called your name

“no,” Sukuna replies casually, if not a little smugly, smirking perhaps just a wee bit too much, “just me”

He watched you shrug nonchalantly, “oh well, I’ll catch them some other day”— as if this was some casual everyday occurrence for you.

As you turned around Sukuna can’t help but notice how much the absence of your gaze bothers him. Now that he had been bestowed with your attention, he suddenly had no desire to give it up

He can’t help but notice the lack of disgust in your eyes, the look of disdain for such lowly curse scum noticeably absent from your face - and for the first time Sukuna doesn’t feel like the almighty King of Curses- he doesn’t even feel like a curse. In your presence he just simply was. Perhaps the disarming feeling should have alarmed him, perhaps being stripped of his power and crushing presence should have scared him, but he just didn’t care. He oddly didn’t feel powerless at all. The paradox of feelings was all so foreign and new to Sukuna, and it wasn’t something he really wanted to give up right now.

But there was nothing he could do to stop you from leaving. And yet he somehow liked that fact too. He held no power over you, and he liked the sudden shift in power dynamic

“Feel free to summon me anytime” you waved back over your shoulder, “not like I have anything else better to do”

That got his attention. Really? Call you anytime, and you’d answer?

“Alright” he grunted in response, and he found himself believing you.

The grin you offered before turning around and suddenly disappearing had Sukuna almost collapse to his knees and start praying himself.

Sukuna turns around and faces what was left of the village. Charred remains and burnt wood. And, in a split second decision, began walking back towards it

He decided he wanted to build a shrine.

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[A/N] ohhhh he’d build so many shrines and dedicate so many poems to you and just think about the sacrifices - the atrocities -he’d make in your name… im so normal about this 🙏 m’most likely to do this with a male reader in the future, but if someone requests otherwise m more than happy to write for fem or nb as well

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Gojo Satoru // ~ Midnights [JJk x Reader]

Satoru Gojo liked dawn. Dawn was when the sun came up. Dawn was when everyone woke up. Dawn was when pawns were made useful and moves were made.

He disliked the mornings. The mornings were when people were at their weakest. The mornings carried insolence. The morning was when he was ‘weakest’.

Noon was his favorite. Noon was when the sun was at its highest. Noon was when it was hottest. Noon was when everyone else lagged behind and he was the most powerful.

Satoru Gojo enjoyed dusk. Dusk was when the darkness fell. Dusk was when people grew tired and stopped operating. Dusk was when the sun, finally tired, fell from the sky.

Midnight, however, was for you. Midnight was when cruel, bloodstained hands caressed up your thigh, shaking slightly in anticipation. Midnight was when cold, soft lips adorned your trembling body in love and affection. Midnight was when you came undone by the tender touch of the cruelest monster.

His fingers twined in your hair, his arms sliding down in place as he shows you yours. Words of dark sin flow like sweet honey from his lips. It is from the same sin, that you are on your knees. You bend in the positions that pleasure him the most, feeling him worship your body as you do a God.

His name tumbles from your lips. Over and over, the sweetest caress. A velvet tongue slides over your body. Endlessly blue eyes devour your body whole.

His features are hard, but his touch soft and sweet. The sin pleasurably flows from his body to yours, the hottest of burns. You’re drowned in it, completely intoxicated by his poison that you’ve so willingly taken.

The taste of skin and champagne are on his tongue, though he doesn’t mind. He gently holds you down, soft and tender as ever. Hands run through his hair pleadingly, done only when he is.

Night falls, and so do you in sheets and the utter mess of forever. Silky fingers undo and untie the very threads that hold you together. Fingers of sin and lust trail up your body and caress your face. Fingers of silk and sweetness  open you up to fill you with the promises of love and affection. Lips of delight whisper pleasurable nothings in your ear. The words slide in and inside your body, seeping into your bones. Shivers are easily broken under his delicate touch.

It was here, at this time, when the sun would fall and with it any sense of innocence. Romance was far gone from whatever these moments were. However, he is demanding and rough, yet oh so sweet and tender at the same time. Pleasurable cries of sin were easily coerced from your soft lips, and soon devoured near-after.

Yes, it was here, at the darkest time of night, where sin and delight reigned in a tedious scale of desire and need- The exact scale Satoru Gojo knew how to manipulate oh so well.

It was this time of night where you were completely undone, pliant by the hands you knew so well. Dusk, as you both knew, would have to wait.

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“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, pretty baby”

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Too Sweet // Satoru Gojo x Baker!Reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆ 🍡

-!! M!Reader

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-❛ં Satoru began to visit your grandmother’s bakery ever since he started teaching at Jujutsu Tech. The little, family owned business was easily his favorite place in the entire world. He took one bite of your grandmother’s homemade apple pie and was immediately in love. It just felt wrong to go anywhere else every morning before class for some sugar. And Satoru was *far* from unfaithful. Plus, other than sweets, there was something else your grandmother’s humble bakery had that no other place could….

You! Her grandson, her pride and joy, her talented little apprentice. Every morning Satoru would stop by, stroll right in the second the store opened, all in the hopes of maybe catching a glimpse of you stocking the display, or manning the register. Usually, he could catch the silhouette of your figure in the kitchen behind the counter, and on those few times you did notice him, and gave him one of your most dazzling smiles, Satoru’s day is made 10x better

-❛ં Sometimes he wonders if you’re just made of sugar yourself,— with the way you make his heart just race and his chest constrict, just like when he downs 10 powdered donuts in one sitting. He could feel his teeth rotting with each warm expression you gave his way, the way you had him in the same feverish ectsady as a sugar rush. Of all the things in your grandmother’s bakery, Satoru can’t help but think you’re the sweetest , (and the tastiest).

the one who inherited the business following her tragic (albeit expected) passing, and soon it was you who stocked the display every day. It was you who took his morning, afternoon, and sometimes late-after-dinner-snack orders. Satoru couldn’t help himself, — he swore it was purely for the sweets, - you did make the best treats- but everyone knew otherwise. And no one knew more than poor Megumi….

Just about everyday he’d get his breakfast from you. At this point you’ve cooked more meals for the kid than Satoru himself has. The poor boy was likely the ultimate victim of Satoru’s little obsession. He’d drag him every single morning before school to pick something sweet up. You two became known on a first name basis a while ago. Still, Megumi couldn’t complain much, considering as you did cook better meals than the enigmatic white haired bastard

-❛ં Your first impression of Satoru: filthy rich, and wayyyy to confident. In fact, the only reason your grandmother liked him so damn much was the fact that he was practically funding the whole place. No doubt you’ve racked in dozens of thousands of dollars from him over the years. Half the time he’d give you much more than what was actually necessary, only to tell you to ‘keep the change’ of what would be thousands of yen

He’d come sauntering in every morning at the crack of dawn, blinding you with a smile that’s way too big for a Monday morning, and slide right in by the counter. Letting his sunglasses fall down his face, he’d look up at you with freakish blue eyes through snow white lashes, telling you his typical order

-❛ં He practically combusts on the spot the day he comes in to see you clad in your usual apron, wearing a smile so saccharine it makes his heart just explode. And when he finds out you made a new recipe just for him? Based off of all his favorite deserts (that you took the effort to personally remember??) Oh, he’s gone. Just deceased

He sees the flour dusted on your cheek, and he can’t help but fantasize about reaching out and just wiping it away.

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hiii, how would you feel about a gojo x mreader sports au but they both play on the same team. Like hc’s about reader and gojo who are both on the same basketball team. I always see fics where just he’s on the team but I thought it would be interesting to see one where they both are. thanks!

Now hold on a second….

Gojo x M!Reader on the same basketball team // Hc’s

-!! SFW + NSFW hc’s,— you’re both in college

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✮ Teammate!Satoru, whom you’ve always had the most insane chemistry with. Regardless of on the court or off, everybody knows you two have SOMETHING going on —

Some of the plays you pull off shouldn’t even be possible. You’re like a two man army. The two mvp’s of every team, an unstoppable force.

Varsity ever since freshman year of high school, and now you’re both in college and doing the sport you love most of all

You’re each other’s rocks, always there for one another. When he scores the winning basket you’re the first person he hugs,— full on SPRINTS across the court to get that one high-five from his best mate

You’re pretty much a package deal at this point. Back in high school it was clear to any team recruiter that you both came together- if they wanted one of you, they’d have to take both (which, who wouldn’t want to, honestly?)

✮ Teammate!Satoru, who absolutely adored all the attention. The man was born to be in the spotlight, and reveled in the publicity you both dug up.

You’d be in the middle of practice on a water break, and you best believe Satoru has the latest viral clip of you two playing on his phone, giggling to himself. He’s saved every single edit of your plays, has an entire folder dedicated to them. He’s always super ecstatic to show you them too,

“Ohhh!! Look how cool I was in that one— oh, and there you are- OH DID YOU SEE THAT PLAY?!”

It’s not just edits of your plays though…. He has another folder, which he has dedicated to ship edits of you two. His guilty pleasure would be staying up and mindlessly scrolling through the countless ship videos fans have made of you two. Artwork, from theories, to slowmo clips of you two staring almost lovingly into eachothers’ eyes…. All for shits and giggles though! You two are just super tight homies, that’s all! Right…?

He’d play it off too, make a bunch of jokes like,

“Ha ha, fans really think we’re dating… how crazy is that? I mean, it’s not like we like each other or anything, right? Like, it’d be really funny if we kissed on the court after we win the next game, rather than just hug. It could just be like a little peck on the cheek..— as a publicity stunt, of course! It’d totally go viral— as a publicity stunt.”

(The answer was a big fat no from the media manager, much to Satoru’s disappointment)

And yes, he’s VERY aware of the surplus of fan fiction about you two, he’s probably written half of it

“hey, ever heard of omegaverse-?”

Shit, at this point he might as well have his own ship account of you two

✮ Teammate!Satoru, who is the mortal enemy of your team’s media team, who beg him , above all else, to just watch the shit he posts online. They just don’t want a huge controversy, and the team’s two star players dating eachother?! That’s just a scandal waiting to happen. The news and magazines would go absolutely feral

But, of course, true to classic Satoru style, he just doesn’t listen

His entire Instagram account is just photos of you. Has a heart around your handle in his bio (labeled, ‘my pookie <3’ ,— mf even got down on his knees and begged you to match pfp’s with him

One of his many viral photos is of you in his pinnie, reading in bed (why you were in the same bed, nobody knows)

Another has you two on a vacation in Hawaii, sunbathing with nothing but your boxers, and beach chairs a little too close

Satoru posts all of them with jokes about ‘it ain’t gay with the homies ❤️’ and ‘catching yourself being a lil’ too fruity with bro 😂’ — but it’s gotten so excessive to the point where literally nobody knows if it’s a joke anymore or not (sure as hell don’t look like it…)

He crossed a bit of a line when he posted a picture of him getting a tattoo, of your jersey number. Yeah, the manager chewed him up good for that one.

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✮ Teammate!Satoru, who’ll wait a good extra forty-five minutes for everyone else on the team to pack up and leave, just so he can fuck you in the shower room

He’s just so goddamn desperate, he’s turning all the showers on, and it still isn’t enough to mask the lewd noises you two make. Breathy moans, skin slapping,— it’s so hot in there, and Satoru knows it’s not from the steaming water coming from above.

After everybody from the team left, Satoru all but ripped his uniform off. Resorting to using the fucking 3-in-1 shampoo all the other guys use as lube, he’s quick to push himself inside of you.

He tore up the court last game, and for his reward he now gets to tear up you.

“Atta’ boy… hah.. fuck- .. fuck— ah.. did you see my winning shot today..? Ah.. hah.. it was so good, wasn’t it..-?”

He loves it when you wear his jersey while he does it too. He loves it even more if you let him wear yours.

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' Eternally Yours ' // Ryomen Sukuna x M!Reader

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Sukuna's childhood best friend , -- his only friend, -- whom he'd known since his time as a human. Passing naturally through the progression of mortal aging, you'd been there since the beginning, back during a time otherwise blurry and buried deep within the furthest corners of his mind.

The only part of his time as a human that he would begrudgingly hold onto. You had always been there, -- you continued to be there, even when he had left everything human about himself behind. The only living evidence of his mortality, is vulnerability, - the only thing to escape the inferno that had left even his own heart into blackened ash.

You always saw the best in people, even in monsters like himself. He had never been a kind man, and he most certainly would never be a kind curse. But beneath that you always saw your friends: the same, young boy whom you met by the village riverside. Even now, as he's larger, broader, stronger, -- hungrier . . .

If his monstrous appearance, -- with his multitude of arms and extra eyes, -- ceased to perturb you,- then neither his malevolent, and oftentimes downright brutish nature nor his ... unseeming taste in cuisine quelled the love you held for the curse in your heart.

And you stayed, even when everyone left, you remained.

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Sukuna's childhood best friend , -- whom he'd held a forever affinity for. His bright smile and kind eyes, his stupidly handsome face, - and eyes Sukuna couldn't help but picture staring at him in the dead of night. The boy who'd seen everything, -- every single moment of weakness, of mortal insecurity, -- the singular piece of living evidence from a time Sukuna wished to eradicate , the one thing he couldn't bring himself to destroy.

The compassionate boy from his village, who'd offer him food whenever he needed it, a place to stay when it rained, who once gave the clothes off his back because he was cold.

The most talented person Sukuna knew, who taught him how to fire a bow, taught him how to wield a blade, and showed him how to cultivate his cursed energy into something magnificent.

The beautiful man who Sukuna was forever cursed to be reminded of, who's face haunted his dreams, who's voice echoed within his ears, who's very existence inked itself into every writing he made to paper. Pages upon pages of intimately inked strokes etched onto parchment, eternalizing every ounce of devotion shared between man and curse. The object of Sukuna's creative ego, the subject of a divine art, of poetry, written by the many hands of a god.

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Sukuna's childhood best friend , -- whom he'd grown inseparable with, the one person who he couldn't get rid of if he tried, -- one singular exception. No amount of mortal flesh could quell the all-consuming hunger he experienced. It ate Sukuna alive, it left him hollow, how much he needed him. Desired him. It was obsession, -- a desperate, violent obsession.

A King who seemed to have everything and yet nothing at all.

He could only lay awake at night, staring up at the infinite ceiling of the universe, counting the stars and imagining his face, hearing his laugh. It ached. The place that was suppose to be empty and hallow beated painfully , -- thrummed with emotion, with life.

He'd bring his fingers to his lips, wishing above all else they were yours. It was more than a simple carnal desire, He wanted your presence, your warmth. A god begging for the humble gaze of a human.

He was in love with his best friend.

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Sukuna's childhood best friend , -- who paid the price of a god's love. The one who never left, - but was taken from him. Stolen by other foolish mortals.

Left only with the hundreds of writings he dedicated so lovingly in your name, a vividly recorded memory, Sukuna set to burn everything down. With the one good thing left in his accursed life so unjustly ripped away, the only thing that remained was an inhuman hatred.

And everyone had to pay. If your life couldn't have been spared, he sure as hell wouldn't offer that mercy to anyone else. Because if you were gone, then no more innocents remained.

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Sukuna's childhood best friend , -- whom he desperately hoped, out of everyone, would be waiting for him. Who'd be walking around, alive, reborn with open arms. And if by some small, inconceivable notion of a chance you weren't, he'd drag you back from the Afterlife himself.

He just had to get out of this damned vessel first.

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[A/N] This became a lot longer than I anticipated -

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'Familial Matters' // Satoru Gojo x M!Husband!Reader

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-!! Hints of homophobia (meeting his family / clan) Just some fluff for my blue-eyed king <3

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Marrying 'The Strongest' certainly had its perks, but it definitley wasn't all easy-going, -- and his clan sure didn't make it easy.

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Satoru loves you with his whole heart, his darling husband. You just recently married (congrats!), having been won over by the albino's boyish charms and, quick frankly, corny love confessions. Satoru had a very.... distinct way to show his affections for you. But, the man had a whimsical, childlike joy to himself that you couldn't find anywhere else, -- and you loved him for it. So, when he popped the question almost two years into dating, you were fairly quick to yell a resounding 'yes!'.

----☄*. ⋆❥°: ❀˚ ♡˳-- ------ --- ･:*:･ﾟ☆

Satoru warned you from the get-go, from the very start of when you two dated, that his clan definitley knew how to make things... difficult for him. As pretty much the sole provider of the clan's prestige, it was easy to see why they'd be so reluctant to let him go. The old geezers had their nobly, boney fingers around him like a vice. And so when Gojo all of a sudden brings you around, a not-so-strong (but also not terrible- though that didn't really cut it obviously) sorcerer from a humble family, there was almost a fatality on site when they learned he had proposed to you. No way were the Gojos suppose to welcome in some uncultured peasant into their prestigious palace, allow their golden blue-eyed king to sully his reputation with you--, was he crazy?

But Satoru made it abundantly clear that his love for you was non-negotiable, so the old heads of the clan could go suck it. He wouldn't allow crap from anyone, especially not regarding you.

In fact, Satoru was reluctant to introduce you to his family at all, dreading what it could possibly mean for the two of you, and delayed any confrontation for as long as possible. But, alas, he'd have to grow a pair at some point, -- and with a tiny bit of a scolding from you, -- he put on his big boy pants and realized they needed him a lot more than he needed them. The Gojo clan was alive, definitely, but it essentially held no power in the world of jujutsu without the Six-Eyes, -- so his clan was just gonna have to put up with both of you, or neither of you. And, coming to the same conclusion as Satoru, they realized they really had no say in the matter. Satoru would defend you against his 'family' until his last dying breath

So they were left to simply shake their fists at the sky and damn whatever higher power that had given them such a lovesick heartthrob for the Six-Eyes, and reluctantly welcome you into their life of riches.

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Your first meeting with them was at the traditional pre-wedding dinner, where both families from the union got together and got cozy for the future years of kinship.

It was tense, to put it lightly.

You didn't miss the disapproving gazes, especially the particularly nasty ones from the more elderly clansmen.

The fact that you were also a man didn't bode well for them. Same sex relationships were heavily frowned upon, and they no doubt worried about how this would affect the clan's reputation, for 'condoning' this kind of behavior. Satoru didn't give a damn, though. Who was gonna stop him-- no, scratch that, -- who could stop him? He was the strongest after all, the Honoured One, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, and if that meant literally bending the law to make a legal union between him and the man of his dreams, so be it. Satoru Gojo was above the law.

Some of his younger, more open clan members grew quite fond of you, actually. Who wouldn't? You were such a lovely person, afterall, -- your dazzling personality and just inherent charm won them over almost instantly. You eventually started to grow on some of the older members as well, -- maybe you were just born to charm all the Gojos. When Satoru needed to visit his clan, he'd often leave you with their company, and this was where you'd be filled in on all the clan's juicy drama and private life behind closed doors, - usually over a tea. You made sure to ally yourself with the gossipers of the clan.

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Whenever Satoru had to take care of some family... "business", he'd always bring you along with him , -- both for his own sanity and to cure his crippling loneliness, -- he needed you there to soothe him everytime he got into another petulant fight with his family. He needed you there for emotional support, if he was gonna have to put up with entitled, whiney clan members for days on end he needed you to come back to.

He'd lay his head in your lap as you gently combed your fingers through his fine, white hair, sitting under the sakura blossoms in one of the Gojo Estate's many, many lush gardens. His already major head ache from his Six-Eyes magnified momentously by the clan's nagging. He keeps infinity on at all times in the estate, -- only lowering it around you. He'd rant on and on about whatever audacious demand the elders made from him, simultaneously reveling in the way you threaded your fingers through his hair, calming most of his frustration just by your soft touch. Often times you'd just gossip, shit talking was just so fun when it was about those pompous assholes.

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Sometimes you could very much see crystal clear where some of the influence rubbed off on Satoru: that arrogance, the slight god-complex, even if it was played off as more of a bit. You usually wouldn't tell him that to his face though, knowing how it would trigger some insecurity within Satoru. He held a genuine disdain towards a majority of the clan's elitist and, sometimes, downright discriminatory rhetoric, desperately distancing himself from those kinds of messages, -- maybe not noticeably. You knew it would crush him, inflicting that kind of insecurity and self-doubt really wasn't your goal. Yet, you did remind him every so often when he took things maybe a wee bit too far, when he got just a little bit too big for his britches, you were the one to bring him back down.

What you didn't hold back on was teasing him about his baby pictures. It was almost comical, seeing how the playful, boyish Satoru you knew now started from such a serious, condescending toddler. It was kinda creepy, and you definitely got a kick from photos of him as a baby, alone in his crib in the middle of the night, eerie, freakishly blue eyes literally illuminating the otherwise dark room, like two bright blue flashlights were embedded into his sockets. It was always fun seeing how embarrassed and red he'd get, how quick his smug demeanor would shatter every time you'd manage to score another adorable baby photo on your phone, saving it as your lockscreen.

----☄*. ⋆❥°: ❀˚ ♡˳-- ------ --- ･:*:･ﾟ☆

Bottom line: he loves you, like a lot a lot, -- and nothing that his old, pestering clan says could ever change that. he promised from day one he'd protect you from any and all danger, including that of his family. He won't take shit from them, and he especially won't take any insensitive comments about his lovely husband, either.

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[A/N]: Gonna make a part 2 but with stepfather!reader, -- if Satoru had a kid / heir prior, and now you've become a step-father to a mini-Satoru, -- only this one is much, much worse than the original, if that's even possible

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"Sink your teeth in me"... // Heian!Sukuna x Reader

He just wants one... teeny tiny bite...

-!! Unsanitary, cannibalism used as a literal form for "love", slight body horror, food play (in a way), Sukuna is genuinely so kitten coded ┍━☽【❖】☾━┑

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He likes food-- eating is canonically his favorite pastime

So what if in the past he got a lil carried away, -- took a lil nibble, a quant chomp outta your flesh? He's entitled to that much, right? I mean, you should feel honored, the King of Curses deemed you as something fit to eat-- that doesn't just happen to anyone now

Back in the Heian Era, he may just stop by your humble abode from time to time, grace you with his presence like the benevolent creature he is.

You're all bloody, and it's not even yours. You feel sick, the tangy taste of bile boiling in the back of your throat, the metallic smell of blood invading your nose. You were going to be sick

But don't worry! Sukuna will be more than happy to clean you up himself-- he's just a nice guy like that.

The river? No, silly! His tongue is a much more adequate bath for you, -- and good thing he has so much of it. Embracing you, cleansing you of the stains of his sins, he'll hold you as he laps the blood from your skin. It may take quite a bit, only working from the top down, -- which is why you're in luck because it so happens that he can always just spawn more! Mouths on each of his four hands, latching on and suckling on tender skin wherever he grabbed, as if you were some fine candy. You yelp, feeling the large, wet mass of the mouth on his stomach. Usually just a simple slit in his torso, you vastly underestimated how big the thing actually was. Its tongue swipes out, licking its lips, smearing Sukuna's saliva all over his own stomach. He couldn't care less. The warm, pink muscle snakes out, swiping a long, wet line all the way up your back, ripping a shudder from your body. You were so slick with his spit, your skin had a watery sheen to it, -- god he was so sloppy with it, making such a huge mess of himself and you, but that was always half the fun, the obscene provocative nature of the act what made it so appealing in the first place. You were so pretty, skin all red and angry from him licking it raw, your entire figure littered with adoring marks. He just loved you like this, laid bare and shivering in his arms, dripping with his spit-- you were so vulnerable, so trusting to leave yourself in such a compromising position at his feet, perfect for the taking. He would ravish you.

He'll start with a lil' kiss, -- something cute. Just a wee lil' sample. Maybe you'll even get more than one, a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your neck down to your collarbone. You wouldn't mind if he took a little lick, right? Just like a kitten, little careful swipes of his tongue, licking up your spine. You just taste very sweet, he jus' wanna taste some of his beloved human some more, -- because he loves his darling fleshbag human. He adores you so, simply just indulge this for him. He'd start to take small nips at the soft flesh of your neck, his sharp, elongated canines teasing over your jugular..... nahh, he wouldn't do that to you. He'd relish in your slight spike of adrenaline at the immanent death poking at your windpipe-- he quite literally has you in his jaws, -- like a little rabbit in the jaws of a big bad wolf. He's practically drooling, thin strings of his saliva drip down into the crook of your neck. His breaths are long and almost labored, each exhale sending a resounding shudder throughout his body, pressed at your back. He's starving, you the five-course meal that's gonna fill this empty void of his stomach. Certainly, you can't deny him this, this tiny small thing. He takes the skin over your shoulders between his teeth, sucking softly. Just a lil' more, that's all he needs, just one more small bite, you're doing so well for him. Drops of blood peek out from the indents made from his sharp fangs, which he eagerly laps at. Just a lil' more... yeah, just like that, let him gnaw at your shoulder, -- you just taste so good he almost can't control himsel-- oh, there go your shoulder blades, whoops

He really didn't meaaaaaan to, honestly :( you're just so good- you can't blame him for getting carried away-- I mean, it is technically your fault for tasting so damn delectable. He wanted your heart, and he'd tear it out with his teeth if he had to. You just bring out that animalistic side in him, -- hunger is the main utility for survival, afterall. Even the most simplest of organisms have to feed on something. He loved you like a wolf, a ravenous wolf who just came across their next meal-- snarling and slobbering and so, so messy

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IM GONNA START TWEAKING

THE WAY THE INTERNET FUCKING EXPLODED MERE MINUTES AFTER THE LEAKS IVE NEVER SEEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS EVER‼️‼️‼️ Gojo’s death and now possible revival are possibly the biggest ever manga events that both the anime onlys and manga readers all universally know — JJK just does that 😭

GEGE SUCH A TROLL BRO I CANT DO THIS NO MORE IM GONNA ACTUALLY LIQUIDATE MYSELF IF IT TURNS OUT TO JUST BE SOME HALLUCINATION IDFK WHAT I WANT IT TO BE ATP 🥶🥶😭 I said though , following choso’s death I would keep faith in gege AND HE IS COOKING RN ‼️‼️‼️‼️

🎶🎶🎶Ooo I feel a song coming on 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎤

😋

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JJK men x ftm!reader // how they help with gender dysphoria

-!! CW: dysphoria (obviously) , depression , slight body worship, body horror

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s. gojo

(the entire care package)

ᯓ★ really does not care about your body or whether or not it aligns with the traditional 'male' or 'female'

ᯓ★ as for dysphoria, he's pretty quick to pick up on a shift in your mood. gojo is far from stupid, and being around you so much has made it easy for him to recognize changes in behavior

ᯓ★ ESPECIALLY after geto, gojo absolutely despises watching you spiral. the way you avoid reflective surfaces, the way you seem to fold in on yourself, how you begin to become adamant about bathing, the way you continue to keep layering clothing, hoodie after hoodie, even in the summer heat.

ᯓ★ after geto, gojo is determined to never stand aside and witness the mental decay of someone he cares about. he can't do this again. maybe if he had been more insistent with geto he would have stayed, maybe if he was more insistent with your health things would be different

ᯓ★ and he was, -- he'd notice and immediately check in with you if he saw things going south. you will not be able to get this man off of you, he will be attached 24/7.

ᯓ★he would NOT let you neglect your physical health: he'd make sure you ate, that you were sleeping properly. if he'd notice you'd been in the bathroom for a while, or were stuck looking at your reflection, he'd check on you, hold you, snap you out of whatever mental spiral was occurring

ᯓ★ he'd be on top of binder breaks: gojo would make sure you give your ribs time to breathe. he hates watching you destroy yourself just to feel like you belong in your own body :(( he'd also be more than happy to give you some of his clothes, -- access to his whole wardrobe in fact. he looooves seeing you all cozy and swallowed up in his big baggy clothing and he's so freakishly large that all his clothing would instantly obscure your figure in the folds. the fact that its his clothing that brings you a sense of comfort makes him so unbelievably happy

ᯓ★ man's is rich rich, like pay rate through the roof. you'd have full access to any medical gender-affirming care and gojo would be more than happy to pay for it. he'd throw money at you anyway, he loves spending on you <3

ᯓ★ periods: he finally has an excuse to buy extra sweets. sugar makes everything better, right?? he'd go out and buy an unholy amount of candy and other sweet thing. chocolates, pastries, everything. they're all for you, and if you won't eat them then he certainly will

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s. geto

(body worship)

𐙚˖° he'd deify you in his cult, his darling lover

𐙚˖° he loves you and nothing changes that, -- at least you're not a jujutsu-less monkey (right?)

𐙚˖° geto would eternalize you forever in his worshippers, you were their god, -- and a god transcended the planes of gender and sex. your body is his temple

𐙚˖° he'd make you, and everyone else, see the beauty of your body, -- regardless of how horrible your skin made you felt. there was beauty in this suffering. he'd commission paintings and statues and tapestries and a bunch of other stuff, all depicting you for what you truly were-- heavenly.

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f. toji

(non-sexual showering)

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ toji loves to take showers with you.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ he loves how physically intimate it is, how vulnerable both parties are

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ early in the morning before work, late at night when he comes back. especially after a particularily hard assignment, -- he'd trudge back home at the stroke of midnight, shivering, and coated in blood,-- a majority of it not his. he can't wait to just strip off those wet, tight clothes and hop into the nice warm shower. he loves the rhythmic fall of the water, how it feels hitting his back, flowing over his countless scars. loves the way you softly trace his muscles, drawing intricate shapes into his skin as you massage his scalp with shampoo.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ helps momentously if you struggle with personal hygiene. never once does he let you feel anything short of handsome :3

‧₊ ᵎᵎ ✮ he especially loves it when you let him scrub you with soap. he's so gentle, running his large, warm hands over every inch of your body, cooing how beautiful, -- how perfect you are:

"My beautiful baby"

"There's my boy, my gorgeous boy"

"Look at you, so handsome..."

"My babyboy..."

(+ there's a 90% chance he has bigger boobs than you--)

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mahito

(he tried)

𝗓 𐰁˚𖦹 he'd meld your flesh into a nice big meatball and birth a curse -- don't gotta worry about dysphoria then :3

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r. sukuna

(the surgeon)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ he'd re-arrange your guts <3 (literally)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ like he'll actually lay you on a table and just start tearing into your flesh, splash around in your blood and other bodily fluids, and give you a nice live bisection

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ he'll dig around in there for a while, maybe move some things around, just to mess with you, -- reversing your intestines, turning your living inside out, overall having the time of his life, -- like a lil' kid playing in the dirt and digging up rocks and worms. except, - the dirt is your flesh and the rocks are your organs

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ most importantly, he'd rip your uterus out (romantically)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ that's right, he'll eliminate the source of all your problems, no more period cramps for you! (because he's just a nice guy like that)

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ then, after he digs it out from the layers of meat and skin, pulling it out and feeling it around in his hand, -- he'll eat it :3

౨ৎ ⋆ ˚ nom nom

+ diy free bottom surgery

++ free top surgery if he uses cleave / dismantle

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okay witterally what the fwip my dude

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I should have really been in bed five hours ago, but these leaks make me wanna commit heinous acts and I just gotta do something about this Sukuna pic cuz erm… just :3

He’s just so….. <3

EHEHEHHEHEHEHEH I don’t know what it is but the idea of having such a powerful, destructive man just down at my feet is so intoxicating jsjshdbdbdb

Just imagine his humongous form in your sheets in the latest hours of midnight— just an amalgamation of limbs on your bedspread

Drowsy and drunk off sleepiness, fighting off exhaustion in that soft cushiony state between consciousness with his big arms swallowing your much tinier body up, head on your chest

You’d absentmindedly run your fingers through his wolf hair, nails scraping his scalp in such a way to elicit tiny sounds of contentment

He in no way would be silent: bro will be sighing and huffing and even just purring occasionally,- exactly like an old cat or dog. You’d feel every noise vibrate, bouncing around in his large chest, pressed against your torso

The second you fall asleep and cease to shower him in affection he’d immediately get incredibly offended

He’d take it personally, and man’s can hold a NASTY GRUDGE (look what he’s doing to poor Yuji 😭)

He’d let out a rather audible, “hmph”, and make a show of pulling himself off of you, making sure he woke you up

“How dare you, pathetic mortal”

HE’D SULK

He’d be both very bluntly aggressive but also passive aggressive in every. Single. Thing.

He is entitled to your time, your attention, your affection, your every waking thought should be dedicated to him and him alone. He should be first priority over everything

JAJSJDBBDBS Y’know how in like superhero movies the villain sometimes has this really adorable cliché where they are this absolutely brutal, horrible monster whose committed numerous misdeeds but have a wife / spouse they treasure above all else? Like, they’ll be in the middle of explaining their plans of world domination when their wife all of a sudden calls out that dinner’s ready, — and then all of a sudden the villain is this esteemed gentleman who’s just really really excited to have some lasagna his darling wife made for dinner?? They really just wanna keep their spouse outta all the crime and such cuz they know they hate it and always get scolded for it.

yeah, that’s the only way I’ve been coping for these past leaks 🥶

Sukuna would be in the middle of nuking the map when all of a sudden you pull up

He’d be talking all high and mighty, saying how he’d obliterate and kill all of Yuji’s loved ones when suddenly he hears his name get called out and he’d just FREEZE.

“Quick, act like I didn’t just murder your closest kin like three minutes ago.”

”what? Why??”

“Because my spouse is here and they’ll actually skin me alive if they see me like this 😡—- hey honey ☺️ how’s it going..?”

Like tensing up, eyes bulging, lip quivering, sweating BULLETS, the most scared anyone’s ever seen him. Immediately dropping everything, disregarding the accumulating mass of cursed energy he’d been saving up for the past twenty minutes, to turn around and give you his best, most charming smile

You’d just walk up to him and like, grab him by the ear, yanking him down to your level to curse the ever living daylights outta him

“Stop going out and bullying teenagers 🤬 you miserable old man I swear—“

And he’d just stand there and TAKE IT. You’d scold him exactly like a disappointed mother, personally escorting him off the battlefield and profusely apologizing to Yuji for your husband’s actions

He’d just be all sad, walking away and dragging his feet, moping, back hunched, hand holding yours 😭🤏 and leaving an incredibly confused Yuji

And then you adopt Yuji and Sukuna stops being a grumpy old man and my boy gets his happily ever after and we all hug it out :3

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Divine. // Heian Sukuna x M!Reader <3

smut brainrot :( -!! Overstim, - oral, - sex with a lot of feewings, - monsterfucking (he has 2 cocks), - tadbit body horror possibly --------------------------------------------------

aghjakhg he's so.. :3

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Sukuna couldn't quite believe it: your hands, so soft, were gently running themselves over his chest.

"What are you...?" The words clogged in his throat, feeling you start to trace down.

You shifted in his lap, alone with him and solely him, -- under the dark awning of the night. No one would come to look for the two of you, not now, when it was so late out.

You could barely see the massive body in front of you, -- so you felt him. You ran your fingers over the expanse of his chest, his shoulders, his four arms, - mapping a general shape in your mind's eye. You couldn't see but you could see him, -- see him in a way no had before.

Air eluded itself from his lungs and he shuttered involuntarily. He had never been touched, been held like this, handled so tenderly. Fingers, miniscule compared to his massive figure, grazed over the markings etched onto his skin. You could faintly feel yourself touch over a scar, a raised, rough mark on his perfect body. It only made you sink deeper into him, his loose embrace of his arm around your waist. Your fingertips sketch the defined muscle, feeling every dip of skin and flesh, -- living proof of the decades of hard, grueling work engrained into his abdomen. His abs slightly flex when you run over them, you can feel the strong muscles ripple with each sharp intake of breath.

You reach the curve of his second mouth, running your thumb over the thin lip in his stomach.

"Careful..." he mutters. The last time someone had gotten so close to that area, it hadn't ended well for him. Sukuna could briefly picture his mangled skeleton, twisted and bent at all the wrong angles.

The Curse was in awe, how you effortlessly touched over his body, hardened by the decades of war and bloodshed it had borne witness to.

A noise involuntarily ripped itself from his lips, - the broken sound of a tiny, cornered animal. He had never in his life been touched in such a way, -- revered almost.

You reach back up, fingers dancing along his skin, tracing every line of those inky black markings. Sukuna realizes too late when you reach for his neck, pausing there, to rub the place where his pulse was. The blood rushed underneath your touch, rapid and humming and alive. It was such a vulnerable spot for him, but Sukuna stays frozen, rooted to his spot, so you don't stop. You travel up, all the way up to his face, where they lingered over his jaw. You press the pads of your fingers into the hard bones of his face, feeling along his jaw, his chin, and the jutting outline of his nose.

In his long lifetime most had shunned him: turning on him with huge swords and fearful expressions. But with you, he no longer was the ghastly monster, he just simply was.

"Beautiful...." You breathe

Sukuna's own breath faltered,

"You think I'm beautiful?" He sounded surprise, unsure, -- a kind of insecurity that should have terrified him, -- but it was with you, and he embraced this vulnerable state.

You smile softly, only Sukuna with his cursed vision could make the shape out in the dark,

"Very."

Sukuna wanted to lick the worship off your lips.

The lower arms on your abdomen tighten.

Silently, your fingers meet the rough start of his second face. You freeze, feeling the harsh change in texture from his smooth skin. Sukuna hesitates; would this be where it all came to an end? When you look at him with anything but deep adoration? Where the affectionate touches would be met with violent resistance, and you'd hate him, find him to be the grotesque and horrifying monster everyone else did?

Sukuna hated himself for feeling so hopeful.

But you simply start your exploration again, fingers travelling up and down the rough expanse of melded flesh.

"Fascinating.."

Sukuna was surprised; you found his second face fascinating.

He waited for the moment you'd change your mind, stop lying to yourself, start spitting crude insults and accusatory words, to swear, to hit, to resist him in some way.

But it never came.

You trace the rough folds of his face with a caress nothing short of adoring.

For the longest time, he had been denied this.

Sukuna's eyes were closed now. He couldn't comprehend the mixture of emotions he was feeling in this moment.

He was completely exposed, vulnerable... beautiful...

His second face... usually filled with terror... was receiving such tender care.

His thumbs trace to the hem of your top, gently pressing down into the soft skin, rubbing what he hoped were affectionate caresses. No one had ever made him feel such a way before, and he wished to show you the same affection, the same adoration, as you showered onto him. He had to admit he was quite inexperienced-- making contact with another living thing usually had some violent motive, but all Sukuna desired to do was wrap his arms around your tinier body -- shield you from the rest of the world. The idea of anyone else getting this kind of attention from you filled him with a strange bitterness unknown to him: jealousy.

He could feel every tiny detail of your movements, every inch of you getting slowly leaning in closer, every carefree intake of breath. He felt envious of the way the oxygen so effortlessly entered your lungs, how you inhale it without a second thought. It would be so easy for him to simply reach out and crush your windpipe, steal the air from your lungs the same way you did his.

In this moment, he saw and felt it all. Every inch of your body was beautiful to him.

"Mmm..." he whispered, relishing in the feeling of your presence so close to him.

Carefully, tentatively, you dip your head down, bringing your face closer, lips softly grazing his cheek.

Sukuna almost choked.

The feeling of your lips on his cheek sent chills through his body. He had always seen himself as the menacing and terrifying harbinger of suffering who had to be kept at a distance.

But now, he was seeing from your view... And from your perspective, he was beautiful.

His heart pounded against his chest as he felt your breath on his cheek.

Then you kiss him;

Every muscle, every tendon of his body seemed to tighten, and you were surprised they didn't just snap altogether.

All kinds of new, delicious sensations coursed through him,

Mwa :3

He had spent countless years of his life slaughtering people and taking control of everything he could... But here, he was weak again, like a newborn child.

He felt his breath grow short, labored, completely lost in the sensations of the kiss. All his fears and regrets, all the pain and misery accumulated from his years of cursed isolation, separated from the world around him, becoming the untouchable King of Curses, -- It all melted away. It was pure, unadulterated bliss.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, pressing you against him. Having you so close, you seemed so delicate to him, yet you were exploring him without hesitation, without fear, the first person he had encountered in so many years who didn't think of him as a monster.

His muscles were completely tense, but he had no desire to stop. He was enjoying every second of it.

You were kissing him, and he felt your tongue peek out from your intertwined lips, slipping into his mouth and meeting his. You fit so nicely against him, his hands slotting perfectly onto your waist, hips fitting like two puzzle pieces. It was all so... soothing to him.

The way you were taking control was indescribable--your kisses making his heartbeat so fast he swore it would explode, his breath was fast and short. He didn't think he could keep these feelings in for long without combusting altogether.

You pull away, gasping for air (unlike Sukuna, who as a curse, if he could have his way, would have kissed you for hours, days even).

"Your touch is.... divine"

Sukuna could bathe in the way you gazed at him, the way your eyelids drooped, the way your bright irises shone up at him through your lashes. Many once eerie, cold maroon eyes met yours with enough loving reverence to shake Heaven Herself.

As the word left his lips, he was staring at you. The look on his face was one of utter contentment and happiness.

You had kissed him so delicately, so tenderly. He felt every sensation burn itself into his mind, desperately grasping to remember the way your lips felt on his.

His grip on you was gentle and cautious. He didn't want to crush you. You were so small and slender. Such a frail and delicate human in his grasp. Yet the same, you were something else, something he had never experienced before.

You wanted something so intimate with him. It had Sukuna spiraling deeper and deeper into a side he had long since forgotten about. He felt frail, weak... human, -- yet Sukuna couldn't find it within himself to care. The rush of sensations and emotions he felt from your contact, from your kisses and the way you touched him, -- It was intoxicating.

He wanted you, every single part of you...

No matter what.

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You laid with him that night, and he took you-- right on the dirt ground beneath a sky of stars. Sukuna reveled in the way your body writhed underneath him, such a beautiful, fiery creature.

He bent down, placing a gentle, loving kiss to your forehead, licking the salty sheen of sweat from your skin. You shudder, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as another hot lick of pleasure curdles through you, searing white.

He couldn't get enough of you, decades of societal neglect and the absence of human companionship had starved Sukuna, and you were a whole feast. He ravished your body, the carnal hunger never satiated until he filled you with his full.

You clung desperately to his strong forearms, nails digging into the firm muscle. Incoherent babblings cascaded from your lips which he dipped down to hungrily lap up as you mewled underneath him. He'd crash his lips onto yours, the sweetness almost lost from the first time, -- drowned in the desperate need of the kiss.

Two large hands held you steady, keeping your legs apart and waist in place as Sukuna continued his rolling thrusts into your lower abdomen. Every snap of his hips against yours sent another coil of pleasure curling in your stomach.

Puddles of his seed bubbled from your opening, leaking through the small crevices and corners from where his massive cocks somehow didn't take up. You swear you almost shatter completely the moment you feel those sharp teeth graze the walls lining your insides.

Sukuna smiles from inside of you, two long tongues lolling out to lick at the coating of your guts. He pulls out the slightest bit, just enough so a relieved smile breaks on your face. He wished there was a way to permanently engrave the moment your hopeful expression shattered into his brain-- the way your eyes widen in horror, your mouth slacked open as the two tongues bully their way between your organs. They twist, intertwining, drinking the wetness from your body dry almost, and coming to a deadly point prodding at your stomach and swirling your intestines.

You cry out, the agonizing pain clashing deliciously with the pure bliss you felt. Your mind blanks and all the colors melt together.

Everything turns molten. Sukuna reaches down between your thighs, taking you in one big hand. You choke on your own spit, coughing and spluttering, hands flying to your crotch, only to be gently swatted away. Sukuna chuckled, gently pushing your body down as your back arches.

He continues to play with you in his hand, kneading the flesh between the pads of his fingers. He runs his knuckles up and down, coating his fingers with the tears from your crying tip. He tugged you playfully, watching like an eager puppy when your relief pours into his hands, drizzling in between his fingers, squirting onto his chest, painting the black markings white.

Sukuna places two lathered fingers into his mouth, groaning from the taste of you sitting on his tongue, and he sucks down hard.

He needed you like the earth the sky's rain. You gave meaning to his long, empty, accursed life. You were forever damned to him, and Sukuna would have it no other way.

You were his god, his stars, his beauty.

And he found you absolutely ... divine.

<3

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[A/N]: the other kind of lobotomy kaisen

[nkogneatho]

also don't censor or rephrase the things when you talk about toji's character. "toji is a womanizer" is a widely misunderstood phrase in fandom that people overlook the fact that he slept with women because he was broke and had no means to survive. let me tell you the weight of the situation. he did not sleep with women for sexual pleasure but because he needed a roof to stay and some money. he was a borderline prostitute. don't censor that just because he is a man. it is a part of his character.

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listening caps on please 👆👆👆