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the concept of a japanese anime character using the pet name 'ma' will never not be funny to me😭

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Beating around the bush

synopsis: jjk men soft launching the fact that they have a crush on you. clap if you're against...it.

including: gojo, geto, nanami, toji and sukuna.

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a/n: not me being consistent with posting this week🥹✌️

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#ihatemyboyfriend

synopsis: jjk men reacting to the #ihatemybf trend including: gojo, geto, sukuna and toji

a/n: i genuinely need that trend back along with the general henry danger memes. also mize the spelling errors

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୨ৎ we need 2 talk

→ synopsis: pranking jjk men by texting them, "we need to talk."

including: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna

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husband gojo headcanons

(except he's a big back)

husband!gojo who peers into the kitchen like a cat just hoping to snatch the baked goods you make off the baking tray.

husband!gojo who pouts whenever you swat his hand away from the delicious treats resting on the cooling rack.

husband!gojo who loves to bake with you because it means he gets to lick the cookie dough or icing off of a spatula.

husband!gojo whose nose scrunches in concentration every time you give him a cupcake or a layer of cake to cover in a thin coat of your lemon buttercream frosting. he takes a strange amount of time to pipe delicate details onto the cake, purely because he likes your praise.

husband!gojo who loves to make heart shaped cookies just because you find it sweet.

husband!gojo whose social media feed is filled with pastry chefs teaching their audience how to make desserts or how to elevate certain dishes, he secretly saves them hoping to make something for you.

husband!gojo who loves it whenever you make any kind of cultural desserts you have.

husband!gojo who gets frustrated with his egg whites not reaching the optimum level of fluffiness like yours do.

husband!gojo who surprises you with cool gadgets to make your baking process a lot smoother.

husband!gojo who only gets the freshest and most expensive ingredients to fuel his mild (strong) sugar addiction.

husband!gojo who squeals like a school girl whenever you pack a snack into his bento box, and practically combusts when he sees the cute note you write him.

husband!gojo who loves taking you on trips and especially loves going food tasting outings with you.

husband!gojo who makes a private Instagram account just for the two of you to post your food reviews or silly time lapses of both of you navigating a new recipe.

husband!gojo who looks fondly at the poor attempt of the ‘blind, mute, deaf” challenge video the two of you made for fun.

husband!gojo who got you matching hello kitty aprons.

husband!gojo who never ever lets you do the dishes because after all you did spend nearly a day making the perfect eclairs for him to suck up like a vacuum.

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He's the jealous type

synopsis: instances of jjk men getting a little bit jealous.

including: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso.

a/n: chat I need more smau ideas🧍‍♀️

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Do you even love me?

‎❦ synopsis: bllk men get withdrawals from your attention.

‎including: sae, kaiser, isagi

‎‎❦ sae

‎something was absolutely off. usually at this time you'd prance around your shared apartment singing or complaining to yourself—but now it was crickets. he watched you make breakfast for yourself, a blank expression on your face.

‎why? all because he called your current tv obsession half-baked, and in his own defence he didn't even think you'd take it this seriously. he felt as if he made one wrong move then he would be sleeping on the couch, so he said no more.

‎"so are you just going to ignore me?" he asks with a bored tone, sipping on that tasteless bullshit he drinks in the morning an unflavored protein shake.

‎now to him you were probably mad about his egregious statement against your favorite show but you were conducting a serious science experiment, one that would change human history. your hypothesis was that if you did not initiate emotional or physical intimacy then sae would hopefully compensate to restore "balance"

‎was it ethical? no. did you want to see what would happen if you pretended to be angry at him/ ignoring him? absolutely.

‎and so your little experiment began.

‎for the first two hours of the day it felt normal, nothing out of the ordinary, he was aware that you had the sleep schedule as capricious as the weather, so he paid no mind to it. it was only at this moment when it dawned on him that you were ignoring him.

‎by now he would have heard your favourite term of endearment, "kitten whiskers," or your odd jokes but no. he sat staring at you wondering when your shenanigans would end. not that he missed your nonsense or anything.

‎by the time it was midday he sat pouting to himself, today's practice felt weird yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. perhaps it was the lack of smothering you gave him before any matches or practices. maybe it could be the fact that you didn't even text him goodbye. sae was so engrossed in his sulking that he couldn't even pay attention to the vulgar jokes shidou makes. it got so bad that he nearly got hit in the face with the ball, emphasis on nearly.

‎the second he returned from practice he kicked off his shoes, flung his bag on the couch before padding to the bedroom and plopping right on top of you.

‎results: he barely lasted six hours.

‎conclusion: he seeks out affection more than he lets on.

‎"you realise you're sweaty as hell, right?"

‎"i know, just let me hug you."

‎

‎❦ michael

‎"i am not addicted to your attention." the blonde scoffs. looking back on this, he was seriously mistaken. the two of you interlinked pinkies as you declared a bet,

‎"tommorow we'll see how long you go without attention, if i win i get to post anything on your account."

‎"anything? on my main?" kaiser’s eyebrows raised.

‎"yes. don't tell me you don't believe in yourself." you taunt holding back a sinister smirk.

‎"we have a deal."

‎those were probably his famous final four words, because you were indeed correct, he was an attention whore—for you. he laid next to you on the bed and you didn't even move to pepper his face with kisses nor did you rake your hand through his luscious hair.

‎but kaiser put up a brave facade acting like your lack of attention didn't affect him, he could handle you not even looking in his direction or laughing at his strange jokes, but this? he could not handle the excessive amount of attention you showered ness with.

the second ness came through that front door, michael felt like he had to compete with his best friend ness, and news flash he wasn't winning. ness began to charm you with his sweet ‘boy next door’ personality, a type of shyness kaiser did not possess. hell, you even giggled at him, whereas kaiser didn't even receive as much as a mere glance in his direction.

in you're peripheral you could see kaiser's persona cracking fast, it was only a matter of mere hours—no scratch that minutes before kaiser finally gives up on the bet but only if you played your current cards right. usually in the many bets you made with your boyfriend you'd never really put all of your effort towards proving your point but this was the one time to get back at him.

by nighttime, as predicted, kaiser clung to your waist mumbling about he hated needing your attention. you ran one of your hand‎‎s through his hair, another reaching for his phone. it was time for revenge, you surf through a private album of pictures on his phone and post a old picture of kaiser in highschool sporting a cunty bald look.

you posted it on his professional account with the caption, “worked so hard my hair fell out.” you did this for two reasons, one, the memes that would arise from this picture would be legendary, two, revenge for him accidentally posting a picture of you sleeping in a contorted manner. you were now equal, so equal that you'd give george orwell a run for his money.

❦ isagi

you were having a great day, the sun casting its warm summer rays in a calm way. not only was the weather perfect but your hair, outfit and make was perfect too. to isagi there was just something about seeing you feel and look your best, it felt like a reward.

isagi only had a great day when you were looking at him. therefore his current dilemma. before he even got the chance to admire you, you were out and roaming the streets of spain before he even cracked his eye open. lying beside him was a small note which read,

“good morning, if you need anything i am just a call away. also good luck with the project ego sent you on, sincerely [name]. ps. that was not a reference to that evil man sincere.”

isagi groggily prepared for the so-called getaway ego plan for him. in all honesty he felt off kilter, practically thrown off of his familiar routine where you'd usually wake him up to soft encouragement or a kiss to the cheek, but today nothing.

he got to experience spain like a tourist, he went from one grand building to another, before joining the tour guide ego hired for him. how this would help with soccer baffled him but what could he say ego was kind of his coach and manager, meaning he had to trust the man.

isagi blends in with the crowd feeling a small twinge of pain on the left side of his chest, a pain that could be only soothed by your presence. every time he walked past a couple he'd glower at them also internally huff at the sweet gestures they did for each other. to isagi, you were so lucky getting the opportunity to explore on your own accord but he tried to stop sulking.

the second he returned to the hotel room, his smile up his entire face, he cast away his souvenirs and shuffled right next to where you sat huddled up in blankets, snacks beside you and watching some show.

“you're finally back, how was your day?” you greet, your hand patting the empty side of the bed just ready to unwind and soak in each other's presence.

“boring, you weren't there. if you were, it would been ten times better.”

“aww, well we have a few more days left in spain so we'll explore together.”

isagi hums, climbing into the bed and settling his head on your chest as you resume your show.

©mikaiswolfsbane 2026. taglist: @boba-rama

a/n: love island is genuinely rotting my brain 🚶🏿‍♀️

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★Emperor Geto needs an heir

tags: emperor! geto x army general! reader. childhood friends to lovers. banter. mutual pining. angst at first. porn with plot. unprotected sex. breeding kink . smut is actually in this fic. it is not an april fools prank this time✌️

WC: 2.3k

Finally a wave of peace stretched over the horizon like the end of a rainy season, the war against curses had not been a fruitless one. truly the kaisen empire was on the brink of a greatness that the land had never seen before.

the eastern province, where most of the combat occurred had begun its extensive reconstruction, families returning to newly built homes, schools being refurbished, and the communities efforts to help create memorials for those lost. the southern provinces also had a boost in vitality as this year's harvest was far more than plentiful, ranging from all sorts of fruits and wheat.

and yet for emperor suguru, something felt missing—or rather someone. day after day soldiers returned running into the arms of their loved ones, with each battalion returning the ache in his heart growing more intractable.

he would often saunter through the green gardens, high off nostalgia and sorrow. near a flowing river he'd rest his back against it, simply letting the calm atmosphere soothe his mind. above his head, rested two initials dried up with time.

the memory of two children running together, one holding up a stick and determination plastered on their face and the other stumbling as they tried to catch up to them. just as he dared to uncover bits of a memory he held dear, the weight of responsibility and honour came crashing down.

as mindlessly as he came was the same way he left. he sits perched up on his throne scrolls and letters flying faster than he could manage. he turns head to the large pane of stained glass, the hue emitting an interesting yellow.

suguru doesn't even pay attention to the sound of footsteps ricocheting off the marble floors, not even to the hordes of guards exiting the room. he merely assumed a council member wished to speak privately. in his periphery a flash of black and gold robes finally captures his attention.

“one would assume that a person of my calibre would receive a welcoming party.” suguru's head snapping in the direction of the voice, relief crashing over him like a wave.

“you assume wrong.” he taunts, your steps getting closer and closer, stopping just before the carpet ends. your gaze connecting with his.

“well then, it appears my efforts are not being appreciated.”

“clearly your time on the battlefield has done nothing placate that insolence of yours,” suguru cocks his head, an amused smile playing on his lips.

“insolence? i know not of what you speak of, your highness.”

“is that so? you have been here two minutes, and i have yet to receive so much as a bow.”

“pardon my rudeness, i had not recognised that you'd prefer such faux pleasantries.” you bow, your garments brushing against the ground.

“i do not…” he trail off before the two of you burst into contagious laughter, the kind that spurs your lungs to run out of breath.

maintaining distance was something the council had urged him to do, yet to no avail.

suguru steps down from the elevated dais, his arms outstretched in a hug prompting you to reciprocate. a genuine smile craved into his features, his eyes resembling small crescent moons pleased at the sight of his sun.

“arrogance does not suit you, suguru.” your voice muffled by his imperial robes. he lays his head atop yours, a gentle hum rumbling through his chest. his current goal was to just hold you, not to waste anymore precious time participating in meaningless customs.

“are you done now?” you say patting his back.

“no.”

suguru tugs you closer wanting to take in the comfort you brought him, only for it to illicit a small wince from you. he pulls back—hands bee-lining for you arms, pulling the sleeves to look for wounds.

“you’ve been injured…” he sighs, it was no secret that you revelled in the thrill of fighting, so much so that you often disregarded your safety to achieve your goals.

there were countless times where he observed the rigurous training you put your subordinates under. was it harsh? no. through? yes. when it came to preparing the for the battlefield, you left no stone unturned.

from an objective perspective suguru could see why you had earned the title of general. fierce determination, skill, grit and compassion were all traits you possessed, things that made a exemplary army general.

not to mention the way you captivated an audience. on the very rare days he witnessed you fight, he couldnt help but admired the elated expression painted on your face as you cut through hoardes of curses, the way your swordsmanship mimicked a hypnotising dance.

your robes would flutter in the air like a delicate butterfly gliding across a field of flowers, it was like the earth would cease its movements as your attention locks in on your opponent, you twist your blade landing a precise slash on the curse.

however he couldn't deny the great deal of stress it gave him.

lifting you hand, suguru inspects your arm much like how you would survey the quality of your blades, your mouth begins to form an excuse but the glare he gave you was enough to shut up.

“show me. i know you're hiding it.” he grumbles out.

“no need to fret, suguru, the physician was on my next stop from here.” you bat your eyelashes as you attempted to use every trick under the sun to distract him from the open gash on your shoulder.

weakness was something you'd rather not display, even if it was him who got to witness it. “come.” suguru says, his voice calm and soothing.

his hand wraps around yours, gently tugging you down the intricate corridors of the palace, halls that reminded of time where there was no pressure on you two. no pressure to perform just two children running from the head cook's spatula, biscuits in hand.

he pushes the door open, a familiar sight came into view, a canopy bed of red and gold silk sheets, potted plants on the corners and window seals of the room.

moonlight and a dim later were the only things giving the room light. suguru's features only grew more sharper, his hand trailing your waist, hoisting you up and on to the counter.

he opens a drawer pulling a box of supplies you forced him to keep. no matter how busy you were you always managed to worry about him. how ironic considering you did not want your kindness returned.

he twists open a bottle of aloe vera you had an apothecary make, putting it on the counter next to you.

“are you going to tell me where it is or should I find it myself?” he lets out, the intense of his gaze only worsening your ability to maintain composure. your hands slip off half the robe off your shoulder, a long and deep gash from your collar bone to shoulder.

“you can save your chiding for another day, perhaps if I return home with a far more serious injury.” you pull his cheek, earning an amused scoff from you.

the air between you two was growing more stifling by the second, the feeling of cool aloe gel against your skin only served to heighten your awareness of him.

suguru's lips slowly part as he wraps the clean gauze around your shoulder, ensuring his touches were nothing but gentle. luckily for him the room was dark enough to hide the glaringly obvious blush painted across his ears and cheeks.

He gulps, eyes dilated by the sight of your torso, his mind actively trying to ignore the fact that he stood right between your legs with your thighs resting on either side of his.

your heart beating sporadically against your chest, you were sure that if he listened carefully he could probably hear the sound of him disarming you.

‘what an unbecoming sight.’ you thought to yourself, an army general for the biggest surviving empire was feeling flustered at the mere proximity of your emperor, your best friend. you wouldn't even dare to acknowledge the dizzy sensation you felt near him.

suguru leans against you to reach for a pair of scissors to cut the excess gauze off, his hair brushes against your neck taunting you at the possibility of him settling between your legs.

like a taunt rubberband snapping he pulls you closer, lips finding a way to your neck. “what are doing?” your gasp out, your uninjured arm wrapping around his neck.

“please forgive me, but i need you, even if it's just this once.” he pants out, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as if to ground you.

you cautiously bring your other hand over to his back and your uninjured hand immediately rushing to his long hair. you pull the gold imperial hairstick out his hair, flinging it across the counter as you tangle your hand in his hair.

you tug his hair in a downward motion as he slowly made it up your jaw to your lips. at first it was a slow reverent kiss made to encapsulate the depth of his unfiltered love for you, but like all things related to you, he just had to do it passionately.

he deepens the kiss, your hands fumbling around for the belt tying his garments together, he lifts you from his bathroom counter leading you to the plush feeling of his silk bedsheets, all without breaking the kiss.

he settles in between your legs, his lips returning to the base of your neck. you successfully untie the knot pulling the upper layer off revealing his muscles formed by years of martial arts and swordsmanship. at this point in time you couldn't be considered with the implications of a general lying with the emperor.

as if reading your mind suguru mutters against your neck, his voice littered with raw desire, “please be mine for tonight”

“just for tonight?”

“for as long as you permit me to lay beside you.” he correctly, his hands pulling every barrier between the two of you off and on to the side. he unravels the binding that keeps your breasts in place, his warm hands wrapping around them.

“i suppose i shall be generous and grant you your wish.”

“ah, your kindness knows no bounds, my lady.” his fingers trace down your breasts to your now soaked undergarments. he pulls it down letting it join the pile of clothing that sits scattered across the floors of his chamber.

his calloused finger slipping in between the folds of your wet cunt evoking a soft whine from you. your hand dragged down from the centre of his back to tracing the x-shaped scar on his midsection. the desire now palatable commands you to pull him against you.

the sensation of skin to skin contact between the two of you brought about the feeling of lightness you revelled in. your hips grinding against his pelvis just longing for some friction.

suguru groans, dipping a long slender finger in, his thumb gently rubbing against your clit, he increases the speed of his fingers, curling them at the right angle just to reach the spot that pulls the most sounds from you. his plump lips press against your neck, sucking softly leaving trails of small marks.

‎your moans grow louder, as he feels you clench around him, "show me how good i make you feel, my lady." he mutters while adding a second finger, his thumb rubbing small circles against your clit. your hands tug on his long hair, making him moan, his breath coming out ragged against your skin.

‎"please suguru." you whine, your legs attempting to lock around his arm but he pulls them apart holding you tighter against his chest, his fingers moving faster and deeper, with the wet sound of your arousal filling the quiet bedchamber

‎he keeps the rhythm at an infuriatingly steady pace, "come on, my pretty general. let go for me. i want to feel you fall apart all over my hand." who were you to not listen? your walls clench hard around his fingers, your body shaking uncontrollably against his chest as you reach the height of your orgasm.

‎"... please, i need more." your voice comes out weak all because you were using his bicep to muffle your moans. he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against his hard, throbbing dick, his purple eyes catching the soft moonlight filtering in.

‎"you want more? then take what you want, my love. i've been waiting for this day to come to pass." you mewl at the sensation of him thrusting in, feeling just too overwhelmed with the size he was packing.

‎he halts his movements to allow you to adjust to his size, your gaze slightly dazed after your previous orgasm. after a few beats you nod, signalling you're good to continue. he catches your lips in a rough, hungry kiss, swallowing every soft mewl that escapes you. one hand slides down to rub fast circles on your clit, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent with every movement.

"suguu..." you drag out, your hands digging into his muscular back, leaving red streaks.

"i know, my love, but you can take it for me, can't you?" he reassures, pressing your knees back against your chest, leaning his weight over you to get deeper, every thrust hitting the spot that makes you see white.

‎he grabs your hips harder, keeping his brutal pace, fingers pressing hard against your swollen clit as he feels your walls starting to clench around him. your breathing growing ragged against his ear, voice thick with desperate need.

‎you both reach your orgasms, your moans mingling with his, arms pulling him against you as you ride out the rest of the high. suguru thrusts deeper, flooding your poor cunt with cum.

yet he couldn't help but admire the sight, his wildest fantasies brought to life.

©Mikaiswolfsbane 2026. taglist: @boba-rama

a/n: lowkey going to leave writing smut to the professionals 🥹✌️