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[theorphicangel]

I miss sukuna so much I’m tearing up

[gojosbf]

[animations-daily]

LOOK BACK ‘ルックバック’ dir. Kiyotaka Oshiyama

[animations-daily]

LOOK BACK ‘ルックバック’ dir. Kiyotaka Oshiyama

[theorphicangel]

i wanna make reader and sukuna's relationship as tragic as the lyrics waco texas ethel cain

[nikoisme]

i love drawing him with babies..

[theorphicangel]

being afraid to cook around roommate sukuna who also works as a sous chef because he will spend half of his time telling you that you’re cutting the onions wrong and that you put too much salt and sauce and bla bla bal until he finally steps in and cooks for you

it becomes such a habit that majority of the time that you come home you find that there’s already a plate waiting for you on the table

[theorphicangel]

the urge to write project hail mary gojo instead of writing my last essay sighhhhh

[theorphicangel]

I found ur account from a TikTok comment section and I love ur works so much!!

WHOAAAA THEY TALK ABOUT ME ON THERE????

I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️

[hiromisdirtyslvt]

face down, ass up "cowgirl!" (click on the link while reading this)

sukuna punishes you for staying out late with your girls at the club after you told him you would be home at a certain time. it's time he gives you a taste of your own medicine.

The room was hot.

Not from the weather, not from the city lights pouring through the windows

From him.

Ryomen Sukuna lounged against the headboard like he owned the world, one hand gripping your hip while you sat straddling his lap in that tiny club dress that had apparently become the source of all his problems tonight.

"you want to go outside again without texting me back?"

"you know them men and women stare at you. you have a nice ass, pretty ass face and you stayed up until 3 fucking AM?"

"you better ride like a cowgirl on this horse."

you were riding on him, bouncing up and down trying not to cum but he wouldn't let you. but, you decided to take in control since he wants to be a brat himself.

you go faster, wiggling around his 'horse'. you keep going and your letting out loud little whimpers. of course the neighbors heard you guys a lot with MANY complaints.

you moved faster out of pure stubbornness, little whimpers slipping from your lips while your hands gripped sukuna’s shoulders for balance.

“There you go,” he teased with a smug grin. “Knew my cowgirl could listen.”

You rolled your hips harder just to wipe that cocky look off his face, and his grip on your waist tightened instantly.

“Oh?” His voice dropped lower. “Now you wanna act brave?”

The headboard slammed against the wall again, loud enough for an annoyed bang to echo back from the neighbors’ apartment.

You groaned in embarrassment, hiding your face in his shoulder. “They’re gonna complain again…”

Sukuna only laughed softly, dragging a hand up your back.

“Let them.” He tilted your chin up to look at him. “Maybe next time you’ll remember to text me back instead of making me wait all night.”

Your thighs started burning, movements slowing from exhaustion.

next, he picks you up and slam you on the bed face down, ass up.

"okay little brat, you had your fun now time for this horse love,"

he pounds you in HARD, you gasp so hard forgetting how big his dick is. he goes in and out real fast telling you don't cum because your still on punishment. sukuna pulls u up kissing your soft lips while holding your neck.

"don't cum."

"im sorry I feel like I have to. please let me cum baby, please please fuck."

"no."

all you can think to yourself is how the fuck did you let the time slip. 9x out of 10 you would't be gettin fucked through the sheets filled with cum right now itching to come, you touch yourself to please yourself more..

then-

"did you just fucking cum?"

"fuck.."

Sukuna’s grip tightened for a second before he exhaled a sharp laugh against your ear.

“Can’t even follow one order,” he muttered, brushing your hair back as you hid your face against him.

You expected him to tease you harder, but instead he pulled the blankets over both of you, the room still buzzing with heat and exhaustion.

“Next time,” he said quietly, tilting your chin up with a smirk, “you answer your phone.”

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(LISTEN BABES)

30 mins go by:

you and sukuna are washing the sheets in the laundry room, he sits a chair down while you sit on him with his big t-shit while he's shirtless with just grey sweatpants.

“you know,” you muttered, leaning back against him, “normal people don’t end their nights in a laundry room.”

sukuna let out a low hum, half amused.

“normal people are boring.”

you glanced up at him. “we’re not exactly subtle.”

“didn’t ask to be.”

that earned a quiet laugh from you, soft enough that it didn’t fully break the calm between you.

for a moment, neither of you said anything. just the steady sound of the washer, the dim overhead light, and sukuna’s hand still resting on you like you weren’t going anywhere.

then he tilted his head slightly, looking down at you.

“you gonna keep ignoring me when you go out?”

his tone was lighter now, but there was still that familiar edge underneath it.

you sighed. “I didn’t ignore you. I just...lost track of time.”

“that’s called ignoring me.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite to it.

sukuna clicked his tongue, leaning back further in the chair.

“next time,” he said casually, “you answer your phone.”

you nudged his knee lightly. “bossy.”

“and you like it,” he replied without missing a beat.

that made you pause for half a second before you shook your head, trying not to smile too obviously.

sukuna noticed anyway.

his hand squeezed your waist once, firm but calm.

“yeah,” he said, almost to himself. “I know.”

[lucylockets]

Like The Wind!

summary: you learn the new ways toji uses his amazing strength and speed with baby!megumi

pairing: mom!reader x dad!toji

warnings: nothing. fluff

a/n: dad toji is so cute i wish canon didn’t exist. dividers by @cafekitsune and creds to the very talented artist from pinterest that drew the image

toji has always been special. to make up for his lack of cursed energy, he was gifted incredible speed and strength.

and you’re more aware of this than anyone.

it’s usually his strength that he likes to demonstrate on you. at first, he was weary of hurting you. whenever you grabbed his hand, his fingers would always flex as he tried to find a comfortable grip on you, unable to tell if he was holding too tight.

however, you quickly showed him how you liked to be manhandled in bed one night, and then he really showed his strength with that mating press he put you in . . .

which is how you ended up here, 2 years later with baby megumi as the new addition to your house.

megumi is around 15 months old, and has recently discovered the usage of his feet as he toddles around the house.

And this is how you’ve discovered not only Tojis strength, but his speed. And his reflexes.

The first time was when him and megumi were sitting on the couch while you were perched in the armchair. Toji smirked as he chose to watch you and megumi instead of the movie playing. he noticed how both you and your child both lean forward slightly with your lips parted as you both concentrated on the movie.

except megumi leaned too forward for his little body, causing him to fall face-first off the couch. he would’ve had a nasty bang on the floor, if it wasn’t for Tojis hand shooting out to grab the back of his onesie.

megumi still started crying at the shock, but you were already on the couch, checking him over as Toji held him to his chest.

“Brat’s fine.” He tsked. “Didn’t hit anything.”

You breathed out. “Yeah.” You gave Toji a smile, nudging him. Good reflexes.”

He just hummed, leaning back into the couch again to relax.

While you were definitely impressed, you thought it was a once-off thing.

But then it happened a couple of more times.

Once, you were making dinner, and had just taken the dish out of the oven. While you were carefully setting it down, you failed to notice megumi rushing around the kitchen with his tiny legs, and lack of spacial awareness. he was getting more curious by the day, and his new exploration was apparently, the hot oven that you forgot to close.

Toji appeared in the doorway just as megumi dashed towards to oven, and just like anything else he did naturally, he simply dashed over to grab the boy, just as his hands reached out to grab the oven door.

Your head whipped around, gasping as you stumbled over apologies to both your son and husband for forgetting to close the door. you were nearly close to tears as you thought about the possible consequences for your stupid mistakes.

“No need to be upset, ma.” Toji spoke calmly, seeing that megumi was getting upset at the sight of his mother stressing.

“No, Toji that’s so horrible of me. I should closed the door straight away. Especially since megumi was in the kitchen-“

He cut you off by shaking his head, his flat hair sweeping across his forehead. “Nothing happened.”

You swallowed. “Thanks to you. I didn’t realise you had those kind of reflexes.”

Toji shrugged. “Part of that shitty heavenly pact.”

megumi giggled, the sound bringing you both back to your son. and toji was so grateful to see your smile in return.

And now it’s happening more and more.

Megumi recently entered his ‘throwing’ phase, where if he doesn’t like something, he simply throws it as far as possible. This includes a plate of broccoli or a glass of milk. you’ve never been more grateful for tojis reflexes than that night at dinner when megumi picked up the glass, and purposefully dropped it out of his hands. but toji caught it without looking up from his dinner, simply setting the glass away from megumi so he couldn’t reach.

or when megumi throws something at toji in retaliation, toji calmly catches it before tutting at the boy.

his reflexes aren’t limited to megumi either.

once, on a lazy saturday morning, you turned over in bed without realising you were already at the edge. but before you could tumble to the floor, you felt yourself stop halfway through your turn by a strong hand clutching the back of your shirt before dragging you closer to him.

toji tucked you into his left side while megumi slept on his right, laying on his chest.

you exhaled, blinking up at him, “you just caught me with one hand.”

toji grunted, it being far too early in the morning for him to have a functioning conversation. “sleep.”

you didn’t have to be told twice. you grinned before making yourself comfortable on your husbands chest, one arm around your son.

toji waited until he could feel your steady breathing against him as you drifted back off to open his eyes. he stared at the two most cherished people in his life, both trusting him to completely to keep them safe.

and he would. God, he would if it’s the last thing he did.

he’ll never know what he did to earn the privilege of having two people to die for.

[theorphicangel]

manifesting writing for bottom sukuna later today

[theorphicangel]

no one talks enough about loser sukuna and im upset about it.

no one talks about sukuna who grew up as the weird kid and as the kid who got bullied during his childhood. whenever group projects came up in class he dreaded them because he knew that he would be the one without a partner of some sort.

but the interesting thing is that he's learned to be alone. he enjoys his own company and he likes it. he knows what bands he likes to listen to, evident by the secondhand merch he buys online yet he doesn't have enough courage to go to a concert alone.

books keep him company too, staying up late just to read a essay reviewing the book he just read. he's a nerd too, don't forget, trying to remember all the details about his hyperfixations and keeping a journal to write down all the facts. who needs friends when he has his podcasts and playlists to listen to.

you almost never see him on campus without headphones and you almost never see him speak to anyone,,, maybe apart from that figure with the bob. but again for the most part sukuna is a lonely loser.

...

and then you interrupted his usual silent time with a loud ass voice asking what he thought about the book even though he just picked it up.

i think it would be interesting to put loser sukuna with someone a little more extroverted and annoying... a loser don't forget but also someone who is quite social and friendly for a nerd. he doesn't really want to be introduced to your friends but he'll hang around you if you're alone. sometimes he doesn't say much and that's okay because you'll continue yapping or sometimes the both of you fall into a mutual silence and parallel play with sukuna typing away on his laptop and you drawing a sketch of your favourite character from that sci fi movie you both watched yesterday

idk loser x loser is kinda cute no?

[theorphicangel]

no one talks enough about loser sukuna and im upset about it.

no one talks about sukuna who grew up as the weird kid and as the kid who got bullied during his childhood. whenever group projects came up in class he dreaded them because he knew that he would be the one without a partner of some sort.

but the interesting thing is that he's learned to be alone. he enjoys his own company and he likes it. he knows what bands he likes to listen to, evident by the secondhand merch he buys online yet he doesn't have enough courage to go to a concert alone.

books keep him company too, staying up late just to read a essay reviewing the book he just read. he's a nerd too, don't forget, trying to remember all the details about his hyperfixations and keeping a journal to write down all the facts. who needs friends when he has his podcasts and playlists to listen to.

you almost never see him on campus without headphones and you almost never see him speak to anyone,,, maybe apart from that figure with the bob. but again for the most part sukuna is a lonely loser.

...

and then you interrupted his usual silent time with a loud ass voice asking what he thought about the book even though he just picked it up.

i think it would be interesting to put loser sukuna with someone a little more extroverted and annoying... a loser don't forget but also someone who is quite social and friendly for a nerd. he doesn't really want to be introduced to your friends but he'll hang around you if you're alone. sometimes he doesn't say much and that's okay because you'll continue yapping or sometimes the both of you fall into a mutual silence and parallel play with sukuna typing away on his laptop and you drawing a sketch of your favourite character from that sci fi movie you both watched yesterday

idk loser x loser is kinda cute no?

[theorphicangel]

you don't usually get up this early but on the rare chance that you do it's no wonder that you're awake for food. awoken to an empty bed without your lover, you were left shuffling through the apartment on a mission to find sukuna. it didn't take long finding the tall figure stood at the kitchen stove, his white tee clinging to his large back and shoulders.

rubbing your eyes, you don't miss the scent of pancakes currently being made.

"when did you get all domestic for once?" you grumble aloud. unfortunately you didn't startle sukuna, him being a man that somehow has intense hearing that he could hear you coming from a mile away.

he doesn't even turn, his shoulders moving now and then to flip over the pancake. "god forbid a man craves pancakes?"

"you hate pancakes."

"you mean, I hate it when you try to drown them in syrup? yes."

you scoff, making your way behind him and wrapping your arms around him. his frame is too big for you to wrap around completely so your face ends up getting mushed. your sentence is muffled but again sukuna is able to translate for himself.

"you're so plain it disgusts me. what's wrong with you?"

sukuna huffs out of his nose, bringing up your promise, "what happened to not judging me?"

"i lied." you retort, "sorry."

but sukuna knows deep down that you're not really sorry and that next you'll be judging him for the amount of eggs he'll eat for lunch. but that's okay because he knows that you love him and vice versa

[theorphicangel]

you don't usually get up this early but on the rare chance that you do it's no wonder that you're awake for food. awoken to an empty bed without your lover, you were left shuffling through the apartment on a mission to find sukuna. it didn't take long finding the tall figure stood at the kitchen stove, his white tee clinging to his large back and shoulders.

rubbing your eyes, you don't miss the scent of pancakes currently being made.

"when did you get all domestic for once?" you grumble aloud. unfortunately you didn't startle sukuna, him being a man that somehow has intense hearing that he could hear you coming from a mile away.

he doesn't even turn, his shoulders moving now and then to flip over the pancake. "god forbid a man craves pancakes?"

"you hate pancakes."

"you mean, I hate it when you try to drown them in syrup? yes."

you scoff, making your way behind him and wrapping your arms around him. his frame is too big for you to wrap around completely so your face ends up getting mushed. your sentence is muffled but again sukuna is able to translate for himself.

"you're so plain it disgusts me. what's wrong with you?"

sukuna huffs out of his nose, bringing up your promise, "what happened to not judging me?"

"i lied." you retort, "sorry."

but sukuna knows deep down that you're not really sorry and that next you'll be judging him for the amount of eggs he'll eat for lunch. but that's okay because he knows that you love him and vice versa