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heian-era-housewife · 13 hours

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Dear Anyone- anyone at all,

Some beautiful soul posted a baby Gojo chibi complete with bow, hair clips, and pacifier. He was pink. He was PRECIOUS. And though I stand FIRMLY on the side of the one and only cursed King, I have been *desperately* searching for dear sweet bbg Gojo because who wouldn't?

If he's still out there, please help reunite us 😭 I will be in your debt. I have to believe someone out there knows which adorable masterpiece I'm talking about.

TYA! 🙏

#I'm sorry for what my man did to yours #Please don't hold it against me #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jjk fanart #gojo fanart

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heian-era-housewife · 1 day

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sukuna comfort 🍵

“fine, then i’m never gonna suck your dick again!”

you giggle on top of your large boyfriend, right hand gently encasing your waist as his other holds on his phone. you’re holding yourself up with your hands on his stomach, when he glares at you with a smirk and huffs,

“that’s fine. m jus’ gonna get someone else to do it.”

your giggles turn quiet, the expression on your face melts off a little. you feel a pang in your heart, it hurts.

“oh.”

you sigh out a giggle in hopes to ease the tension, so it doesn’t seem that his mindless little joke has actually upset you. you lift your leg over his body, removing yourself off from where you were originally sitting on his pelvis. you lay back where you slept in your shared bed, slightly scurrying to the edge just to face your back to him.

he notes the silence in the room, that you were quiet, in fact too quiet, for someone who has just been teasing and laughing at him a couple minutes prior. he glances over at you, noticing your arm under your head, and the heavy tons of blankets over your body.

“hey,”

he shakes your shoulder, no response.

he leans over to you, grabbing your cheeks with a gentleness you didn’t see often, just to be faced with the heartbreaking sight of your little pout, and your teary eyes.

“what..”

you shake your head out of his hand with embarrassment, using your free arm to nudge him away from being so close to your face.

“i’m sorry.”

he again, envelops his arms around your body, his huge forearm wrapping under your arm and around your waist. his body gently presses against yours, face buried in your hair.

“i’m sorry, brat. won’t say that shit again, promise. forgive me, yeah?”

he’s trying.

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heian-era-housewife · 3 days

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Got hims some tea 🍵🩷

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Something's Brewing

Synopsis | Not even the so-called "King of Curses" can stop you in your quest for the perfect cup. But as he moves in to your precious shrine, could you be moving in to his heart?

Content | Pure fluff, Sweetness, True form Sukuna, Heian Era

Word Count | 1465

You pressed a conspiratorial finger gently against your lips, quietly shushing the King of Curses from behind the backs of his other attendents, one curious eyebrow raised in your direction, the rest of his face hidden behind the cup of hot tea he'd just been handed. The one you prepared. The one laced with honey and a delicate splash of milk. A secret he'd discover the moment it crossed his lips.

As you bowed your way out of the room, you were sure you could see a twinkle in those crimson eyes. Skin crinkled in an almost imperceptible smile that you alone had coaxed from his rigid features.

Was this warmth in his chest from the tea, or something else?

*****

Some called him King, others God. You regarded him as neither. Unlike the rest who, whether by will or by force, pledged their loyalty to him, your allegiance was, in a way, to the shrine he now called home.

Months ago, when the four armed man strode in on the triumphant heels of conquest, many of the shrine's keepers fled, but not you. Either by a spark of curiosity or your own prideful stubborness, you chose to uphold your role as the shrine's tea bearer. A title you insisted on keeping even as the wrathful King took up post in your peaceful refuge.

"Why here?" You confronted him as you stood alone at the entrance, the sole occupant of the now derelict shrine.

Usually such opposition was met with death. The four armed man had half a mind to cut you down where you stood. But there was a note of authenticity to your question that intrigued him. A question spoken, not of fear, but of genuine curiosity. What gall you had to question the King of Curses. What nerve not to tremble in his presence.

Unlike countless others before, you were not begging for a merciful pardon. Not pleading him to turn away. You were sizing him up. Weighing his worth against your precious shrine. It both infuriated and fascinated him.

"A shrine is a dwelling for a God." He replied with a mock bow, playfully teasing the lowly human that stood before him.

"True." You conceited. "But you are human, are you not?"

This took the King by surprise. It had been so long he had nearly forgotten. He was peerless, unequalled, alone in his existence in a world full of weak and inferior humans. He'd been called "curse", "beast", "monster". Once human, he now manifested as a cursed being. Double the arms, eyes, and strength ascending him into a category all his own. And yet here stood someone who could meet his frightful gaze, stare down his grotesque and mutated form, and dare to call him "human"? Whether this was bold or dimwitted, he could not decide.

"Heh" he let out a deep chuckle as he placed a large hand on your shoulder and strode past you into the shrine. "I admire your tenacity. You may stay and serve me."

"...Tea." You replied speaking now to his broad back. He paused in the entryway.

"Pardon?" He said without sparing a backward glance.

"I will serve you tea." You stated firmly.

"So be it." He declared. Your subtle defiance curling his lips in a bemused smirk. "You may serve me tea."

*****

With the era of peace came travellers from the West. Zen Buddhists who brought new ideas and customs. Among those customs was the preparation of tea. A language entirely its own, each ingredient conveying individual meaning. Tea was infused with religion, philosophy, spirituality. There were brews for healing, prosperity, fertility, focus, and energy. It could be used to pay taxes, increase or surpress sexual desires, fuel conquest, or quell volatility. Tea could be served as-is to aid in meditation and ground one to the soil from whence it came, or infused with flavor such as sake for vigor, ginger for vitality, and amazura for sweetness and valor. An infinite number of combinations could be curated to form potions for any want or need- to convey any thought or feeling. The right tea could spell victory in battle, or the downfall of your enemy.

For years you had studied to master such sorcery. And now, it appeared, your moment had arrived, for what greater challenge could befall you than to bear tea to Ryomen Sukuna, the "King of Curses"? You found the very notion oddly invigorating. And though you knew with his arrival may come the end of the peaceful era, your desire to test your manipulative prowess against the world's most impervious being was an opportunity you could not refuse.

*****

True to your word, you served the man tea twice each day, starting at first with the traditional pressed bricks that carried such prestige they were often used in place of currency. He enjoyed them well enough, but as you branched out, you began to take joy in his reactions to each new brew and flavor.

"What is this?!" He'd bark with a harsh rasp in your direction when hit with an unexpected essence.

"Yuzu", "ginseng", "elderberry", you'd answer simply and without formality, depending on the day's new ingredient.

His attendents would stand in hushed silence, awaiting your death with bated breath either from your casual tone or by the King's displeasure at your latest concoction. Each time, however, he'd grunt his approval and continue to sip his libation, as you knew he would.

Though, your gift for the perfect cup was not some innate talent, rather, it was born from your attentiveness and ability to read people- to understand and predict their needs.

As weeks passed you lived freely, attending your herb gardens and caring for the small, yet forbidden, collection of livestock the four arm man established, despite laws against consuming meat. The shrine grounds were now home to bees and boars, hens and cattle. And as you cared for them you began to witness something peculiar.

As was your routine, you sat one morning meditating at the garden's edge before the sun had risen only to be met with the sound of heavy grunts and small winces of pain that pierced the darkness. As you crept quietly to investigate the source of the struggle, you witnessed the hulking figure of the four armed man crouched gingerly in front of the small hive you now tended. Resembling something between a small child and some feral creature, he dipped his fingers surreptitiously in the hive's entrance, licking honey off his lengthy digits while slapping away aggitated bees defending their liquid gold.

The sight was so laughable, so utterly bizzare, it was all you could do not to howl your amusement at the beastly man who appeared so childish crouched in front of the hive in the early morning hours in search of something sweet.

Of course, you thought, men of his stature often refused sweets publicly in an attempt at stoicism. Something about witnessing that oddly tender breach of character caused something to soften inside of you, and so you chose to carry with you the King's secret and returned to meditating.

Another time you spotted him sneaking from the kitchen to the stables, a behavior you were certain he'd denounce if confronted. You watched with growing amusement as he carried a small cup in one of his large hands and proceeded to tug clumsily on the udders of one of the pregnant cows, casting glances here and there as he checked to make sure he would not be caught in such a foolish act.

Completely unaware of your watchful gaze, he drank with relish, and as he briefly placed a thankful pat on the cow's broad muzzle, a faint shadow of foamy cream gracing his upper lip, something stirred in the depths of your heart.

Was this...affection?

*****

The following morning you concocted what you knew would be the perfect draught. A thread of honey, a splash of milk, a sweetness intended solely for his pleasure. A hand-written message from you to him.

A cup that said, "I see what they don't."

And as the elixer crossed his lips and realization flooded his tongue, some wall deep within him began to crumble. He felt exposed. And somehow, he enjoyed the feeling.

"Another!" He called out to you as you bowed your way from the room. A hint of longing weakened his gruff tone. Every eye in the room turned to meet your honeyed gaze as you surpressed a triumphant smile.

"So be it." You declared.

His crimson eyes twinkled. His skin crinkled in an almost imperceptible smile that you alone had coaxed from his rigid features.

You, tea bearer to the King of Curses, steeped in defiance and mystery, you were the warmth that settled in his chest. And he was thirsty for more.

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heian-era-housewife · 3 days

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Thank you for the serotonin 🥹

The sky is pink in my neck of the woods guys ☹️🫶🏻

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“Sukuna! Kuna- baby, look-“

“Wake me up, and I’ll have to kill you.”

Sukuna doesn’t know what time it is, and he doesn’t care. All he knows is it’s far too early for your nonsense, nonsense you’re always willing to subject him to.

All that he’s willing to listen to.

“But- but Sukuna,” you whine. He feels you leave the bed, and he makes a blind reach to try and keep you to the warmth of the covers to no avail. He grumbles in annoyance and moves to hike the blankets up and over his head, blocking out your noise and the sunlight coming in.

“It’s pink outside…”

He grumbles and pulls the blankets from his head, “huh?”

“It’s pink!” You giggle, genuine joy in your voice. “The sky, it’s making everything look pink! The trees, the houses, the cars-“

“Yeah, got it, shits pink,” he grumbles, sitting up and stretching deeply. “Take a pic and come back to bed.”

“Don’t you want to come look at it with me?” You pout.

He could kill you. He could! Honestly, with how obnoxious you are, he wants to.

But he knows, deep down, he won’t. Because you ask him to come look at the pink sky at who knows what time in the morning. Because you stole a cookie from his plate last night, and you popped a blackhead on his nose when he was talking to Yuuji on the phone yesterday. Because you cling to him like a koala and smother his bony cheeks in kisses, and you sit on his lap to block his view from the tv, and you take the cheese off of his pizza to eat it.

Because you’re you. And you’re not going to change, and he loves you for it.

With a grunt, he yawns and turns his head to look at you, perched in front of the window. Your body is carved in the pink light, your face turned to him expectantly. You look ethereal, a pure soul sent to him specifically, with your bottom lip jutted out and your eyes curved, flashing him your best set of puppy eyes.

He swings his legs over the bed and stalks over to you, smacking his lips and wrapping an arm around you once he approaches you. You nuzzle into his chest and press a kiss to his pec before turning your gaze back outside, fixating on the pink.

“It’s literally 5 am,” he says, breaking up the peace.

“It’s so pretty,” you mewl, and Sukuna looks down to admire you.

“Sure is, babe,” he hums, gently rubbing his thumb over your shoulder.

“Sure is.”

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heian-era-housewife · 7 days

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Not in a Thousand Years

Synopsis | Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses, thought he had seen and heard it all...until now.

Content | Fluff, brief Sukuna tears

Word Count | 657

While no day on earth with Ryomen Sukuna could ever truly be considered "normal", this one was, you thought to yourself quietly, as normal as they ever may come. And while you reveled in awe at the unique and utterly unparalleled situation from which your relationship with the King of Curses was blossoming, this simple moment, free of transcendental fanfare, was easily the best you could remember.

Ryomen Sukuna, creature of the night, God of the Heian Era, looked out of place -- anachronystic -- sitting beside you on a park bench, four crimson eyes squinting against the warm afternoon sunlight. Your feet swung slightly as you traced the veins in his chiseled hand, humming softly into the rugged arm on which you were leaning.

All day long a seed of affection had been growing within you, and as you sat there drinking him in, feeling his warmth, both of you here in this deliciously ordinary moment, you found yourself smiling up to meet his gaze, words spilling beyond your lips before you could fully comprehend their weight.

"Ryomen...I love you."

=CRACK=

In an instant the glowing sunlight was sucked away, replaced with darkness that threatened to swallow your soul. Dumped harshly from the park bench, you landed on hands and knees, bloodying them from the intensity of the impact. Your brain reeling from the sudden change, you barely registered that you were kneeling in water that reflected the skulls and bones strewn about the darkened chamber.

Fear shot through you in panicked waves. Not from your gruesome surroundings, but from the sudden realization you were no longer beside Sukuna.

Wide-eyed and half-crazed you strained your eyes against the darkness. Had he been attacked?

"RYOMEN?!" You cried.

Getting up from the sodden ground, you spotted his shadowed form against the chamber's scarlett glow. Footsteps echoing as you splashed your way toward him, you watched as the King of Curses, knelt on all fours as if wretching onto the ground, lifted a powerful hand and struck himself brutally across the face.

"RYO!!!" You shrieked, closing the gap with inhuman speed and reaching out to take his face in your trembling hands. As you cupped his graven cheeks, something warm and wet met your palms. You tilted his face toward you to find four delicate streams of salty tears glazing his stricken face.

"Ryo... I-"

Closing his eyes against the shame of being seen in such a pitiful state, he lifted a single imposing hand to halt your faltering words.

Eyes still closed, he spoke to you in a low and gravelled voice.

"Forgive me." A phrase the King of Curses seldom dared to utter.

"Ryo where are-"

"I've brought you to my domain." He answered before you could finish the question.

Swallowing hard and drawing a shuttering breath, he drew himself to one knee, water rippling around his robes, as he took one of your small, worried hands into two of his.

"I have been alive for over a thousand years." He continued. "Housed in vessels across the eras. At times, sealed away biding my time with nothing more than my own thoughts. I've seen war and famine. Peace and prosperity. Ruled a nation. Basked in the awe of worshipful subjects...I thought I had seen and experienced all that was and ever will be."

He drew another breath as he lifted his face to meet your mournful gaze.

"But never once, across a hundred lifetimes, has anyone spoken those words to me."

Your expression grew quizzitive as you fought to keep up with what he was saying. Seeing the question in your eyes he drew himself to full height, wrapping his arms around you, engulfing you fully in his towering embrace.

The darkness melted away as he released his domain. Sunlight shone beyond your closed eyelids. Warmth rejuvenated your trembling body.

Placing a tender kiss upon the very top of your head, Sukuna answered, "I love you too."

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I may never fully recover from this ❤️‍🔥

whiny toji was something i did know i needed till now🧍🏼‍♀️

now what about whiny sukuna👀👀 in his domain👀👀

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riding sukuna until he whines ★

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, whiney sukuna, brief choking, praise, dirty talk, premature ejaculation, mdni.

“oh, fine. do your worst, brat,” the curse would snicker with a sly grin stretching against the very curvature of his crimson pink lips. he’s not taking you serious.

then again, it’s rare for the sukuna ryomen to ever take you, his precious favorite human serious. you enlighten him so to speak, he cherishes the time he spends with you . . including the moments where you’re entrapped with him in his own domain. you’ve never had the patience though, as you’re straddling his lap— you’re hovering over his leaky tip and his fangs poke out into a mere, wicked smile. “givin’ up now? what’s with the hesitation, little one?” and a hand of his runs down the sides of your waist, a smirk pulling against his lips once he hums in amusement. “scared ‘m gonna stretch you out like last time?”

“no one’s scared,” you reply with an eye roll, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth. sukuna hums, multiple eyes flickering at you, taking in your beauty. a broad hand of his slings around your waist before giving it a tight squeeze. “just shut up ‘n lie back, ‘kuna.”

“not likin’ that attitude,” he grumps—crossing the upper part of his two arms before parting his legs. he was very beefy, the size difference between the two of you was almost adorable. another broad hand of his brings you closer, a hiss snakes from his lips as he feels your folds gradually swallow his frenulum. “but like i said, do your worst. i’ll be nice ‘n try not to fall asleep, heh.”

you were always annoyed with the smug, complacent smile that’s forevermore printed onto the curses lips. as you’re taking him down, it feels warm. he groans at the way your gummy walls easily clamp down against him.

easy, two of his hands grab onto your waist before he leans back against his throne. “you’re too cocky for your own good sometimes, ‘kuna,” and his eyes flicker at you. the nerve, he’d let you get away with saying almost anything to him.

the only reason why—simply because you were known as his favorite,

“and you’re too bratty for your own good,” he replies back with wit, the roughness in his tone making you throb. sukuna was so close to your ear, you inch closer until you’re met with his chest. perfectly toned pecs—soft toned pecs rubbing against your own, you can feel how perky his nipples were, brushing against the fabric of his cottony made kimono. inside his domain— it was dark, a mere scary glimpse of his own perfect little world. and yet, here he was sharing it with you. he sucks his teeth, your cunt holds him tight, refusing to let go and his head goes back. “my, perhaps you’ve missed me a lot more than you let on.”

so cocky,

with an eye roll, you lean in for a kiss— the demon returns it, a free hand of his wrapping around your throat whilst you’re taking him fully.

your hips start to sway, picking up a decent rhythm before you moan in his mouth. he skims a thumb down the aisle of your throat, feeling the vibrations that’s continuously flees from your voice. so harmonic, the sweet sounds you always made for him was a song he’d constantly listen to if he could.

“ugh,” he grunts, pulling away—a glimmering mixture of his own saliva departs away from your lips as he stares at you blankly. he’s almost in disbelief. with your arched hips in mere constant rotation, a raw groan rips from his lips. he finds it cute. the small prints of your fingers wrap around his throat, never once leaving eye contact. “you’re a kinky little girl today, huh. got no right choking m-me.”

sukuna’s voice falters all of sudden, he lets off a sharp gasp. the plump tip of his dick abruptly thumping against a specific spot deep inside of your swollen cunt. it hits it again, and again, and again,

he’s getting a bit sensitive. sukuna’s caught off guard—especially with how not only you’re choking him gingerly, but resuming to grind your sweet hips against him. so warm, you ride his lap like it’s your own personal throne. the middle parts of his back slumps against his royal seat as he gnaws on his lip. his breaths become significantly heavy and he already sounds like he’s running out of breath.

languidly,

your hips stutter against him—the hefty size of his cock rummages all through your pussy before you conceal yet another moan.

sukuna groans, feeling you lean up close to pierce the crowns of your teeth into the depths of his skin. lolling out your damp tongue, you savor the curses taste. he tastes sweet, almost salty but of course candied. a hand of his reaches near the outer cusps of your ass before a long nail of his carved light against your skin. moaning yourself, you seep your tongue canines into his neck to leave a mark and he grunts— yet this time, instead of his usual gruff tone that booms throughout his infamous, blood-curdling domain, for the first time in centuries or ever, sukuna ryomen whimpers.

it slips out of him easily, and oh is he embarrassed once he sees the dumbfounded expression of yours turn into straight smugness.

the whine spews from his ancient lips and he’s not fond of this feeling at all— he’s so deep into the very pits of your lower abdomen, making you feel every staggering inch of his cock and he sucks his teeth in desperation. a finger of yours slips through his kimono, trailing against his sculpted abs before you lean up close to him to whisper.

“aw,” you giggle with a hum shortly following, the rupture his dick makes within you almost gives your legs a good enough excuse to give up. running a finger down his undercut, you’re met with the meanest glare. “all that sass and you’re a whiny baby, sukuna,” and you thrust your hips against him further. the massive weight of his balls slapping back against your skin and he tenses up. broad shoulders raise before he whines again, although this time— it’s from feeling you kiss near the neglected corner of his lips. “who knew the king of curses could be a cute whiner.”

“s-shut up, mortal,” he groans, the sensitivity of his cock repeatedly thrashes against your g-spot. sukuna’s too caught off guard that he doesn’t even realize he ends up finishing early.. too early,

thick stringy ropes end up shooting into you, it’s warm and sticky. you pause your hips—relishing in the hotness of his spurts of seed that trickles its way into you. sukuna’s spasming out underneath you, it’s so cute to see. his jaw hangs open, the most lewdest whimpers leaving out of his throat before the veins that run within his bulky arms pulse. he’s seeing everything but the vision; the vision of you straddling his lap, staring into his eyes with that cheeky grin.

submissive sukuna,

you lean in to kiss him whilst he’s still dumping an entire gluey load of cum into you. such satiny ropes, he sloppily returns the favor, breath heavy and sheets of sweat pouring down the sides of his face. “goodness,” and his voice— it’s not as confident as it was, you hear a slight tremor in it and it’s cute. he’s still heaving, clingy walls continue to grip around him before his fangs nip at your bottom lip. “a-ah, got me soundin’ like a worthless p—”

“shh, baby,” you purr, and he’s like puffy folding in your hands. once cruel and sadistic eyes—now all droopy and full of heart eyes at your very expense. he calms down from the strokes of your hand against his face and he shudders, trying to pull into another kiss but you stop him. he whines again. “oh, does the demon want another kiss?”

he nods, that same cute grump of a scowl returning to his lips before he sighs. “give me a kiss.”

“not when you ask like that, ‘kuna,” you tease and his eye twitches, again— the nerve..

he feels the way his cum starts to ooze out between your thighs and he glowers at you. such a baby, you lean in to kiss his pout away and his arms go back to being crossed. “say pretty please.”

“perish.”

“fine kiss yourself,” you roll your eyes with a sly smile, preparing to make your way off the demons lap until he holds you tight. two strong arms grabbing you,

so clingy . .

with a scoff, he looks away—a cute tint rising to his face before he mumbles. “give me a kiss, pretty please.”

“that’s a good demon,” you giggle, slinging your arms around him before pressing him a soft, wet kiss. he whines at your taste, wanting nothing more than to savor it. his tongue curls against yours before he feels your hips start to pick up again. he moans, his left thigh twitching before your bouncing accelerates. he was still so sensitive, and yet here he was, like dough mending underneath you.

a while after, you pull away and he pouts— hiding his face into the very crook of your neck. sukuna snarls, nibbling against your skin before whining out a low, raspy, “i- i need a minute,” and he hides more of his sweetened whimpers into your neck. “don’t move. we’re gonna stay like this, f-fuck.”

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heian-era-housewife · 9 days

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He got hit with the Kiss Kiss Fall in Love technique 😭

Chapter256 cannot be reaaaaal

Never thought I’d say this, but.., ty Gege

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Megumi

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JUJUTSU KAISEN I Season 2 Intro

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Perfection

My Lord

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heian-era-housewife · 12 days

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🫠

contents. sukuna attempting (key word attempting) to hold his child. tooth rotting fluff <3

other. mentions of having a child. mentions of being a mother. sukuna being soft for his child. mentions of mama/dada big thank you to @ssaeth for helping me out with the banner!

Ryomen Sukuna doesn't know jack shit about taking care of a baby.

Of course, he always says he does but you know he's lying to preserve his fragile pride.

Like right now, as he stares at you with a dead look in his eyes as he holds the wailing baby like a piece of trash.

"Why is it crying."

"Oh, I don't know, probably because you're holding our child wrong?!"

"Thats what a human child looks like!"

You glare at Sukuna, resisting the urge to stand up and snatch the baby away from his careless grip.

"Yes, its our chil-"

"Huh. Its ugliness is most likely inherited from you."

Rendered speechless at that (partially) unexpected reply, you blink as Sukuna hoists the baby up, frowning as he meets his child's eyes.

"...Da..."

"What. Spit out already."

Shaking the child, as if it was nothing more than a toy, he continued to scowl as his child giggled, holding onto his finger with one small hand.

"Dada!"

You choked on your spit, jealousy flaring up in your veins as you stare, confused at the giggling baby.

That was their first word?!

What about mama?!

"...yeah."

You pause, watching Sukuna's face and his face softened with a smile as he adjusts his grip on his child.

They now lay cradled in his huge arms, soft coo escaping their lips as one of their pudgy hands bonk Sukuna's nose and utter one more, 'dada!'

"yeah, thats me."

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heian-era-housewife · 13 days

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Inside Job

Synopsis | Your cramps are strong, but Gojo is the strongest, and he has some ideas on how to deal with them.

Content | MDNI, 18+, cursing, breeding

Word Count | 1,433

You lay in bed looking small and, admittedly, a little pathetic. Your cramps were killing you and though he knew they truly caused you pain, Gojo could tell you were also being a little *extra* needy. He didn't mind, though he'd never admit it, but it was nice to be needed sometimes.

Too sore and tired to express your needs, Gojo did his best to guess at what might soothe you most. Experience from your many years together had bolstered him with a few tricks, and seeing your pain-stricken face only fueled his desire to nurture and comfort you.

He went to the kitchen for a heating pad and returned some few minutes later to tuck it carefully in front of your lower abdomen as you lay curled on your side, pained expression etching deep worry lines in your face, hair laying carelessly about, hands clenched into small fists in front of your chest.

With the heating pad nestled comfortably against your tummy, he made the careful and calculated choice to snuggle in behind you, using a gentle hand to brush hair away from your face and sweetly caress your flushed cheek.

As he lay there caring for you, drinking in your smell and your warmth, a sense of pride settled within him at his role as protector and provider. He nestled in closer with every intention of just holding you until the pain subsided, but as he closed himself around your aching form, a particularly painful jolt shot through you, causing you to arch your back tensely, grinding your hips back into him as you did so.

A pang of longing forced a quick rush of warmth to swell between his legs. Knowing this wasn't the time, he tried to suss it out and ignore it, but just then the rebounding cramp hit hard forcing a small and pitiful sounding moan to escape your lips. Gojo stiffened at the sound. He knew this wasn't the pleasured sigh of a woman whose needs were being met. Rather, this was the sound of his life partner and dearest friend being plagued by her body's own betrayal. Meanwhile, a different kind of betrayal was growing in his pants, and though he could usually just ignore such a thing until it went away, the sultry mix of your grinding hips, aching moans, and the feeling of being needed as you lay in such a vulnerable state brought about a yearning that could not be quelled.

Unsure if it would help or perhaps make matters worse, he pressed forward cautiously, testing the thickness of the ice he now tread with each careful word.

"You're doing so good, mama" he rumbled softly in your ear as he continued to brush soft stray hairs away from your face. "So strong" he said.

"Pretty baby, I want to try something, okay?" He whispered earnestly.

"Mhmm" You croaked, nodding gently in reply.

He moved to unbutton his pants and pull down his boxers whose increasing tightness threatened to smother his balls as they surged full of his seed. He then reached cautiously forward, repositioning your heating pad slightly and pausing a moment before gently tugging down your shorts, as if waiting to see if you would reject his advances.

When you showed no sign of refusual, he continued with his plan, pulling your body in close to his and tucking his length snuggly between your thighs allowing you to adjust to him being there before inviting himself into the depths of your inner warmth.

"How do you feel right now, baby?" He whispered, lifting his head to rest a cool cheek against your warm one.

"Mngh," You groaned miserably as the cramps continued.

"You tell me if I need to stop, okay?" He urged in whispered tones, "But I'm going to try to fuck these cramps right out of you" he growled as he plunged his leaking shaft deep into your heat.

A wave of relief washed over him as the moment he'd been aching for finally came to pass. Holding your hips from behind, he rocked softly back and forth as you lay on your side, small squelching sounds reassuring him that your body was indeed reacting faithfully to his presence. Slick warmth allowing him to glide smoothly in and out.

You moaned a little, pulling your heating pad in close against your body, offering an affirmative nod when he asked if this felt okay.

He dutifully grazed your tight inner walls with his pulsing shaft, working out the kinks from within. At times he could feel the cramps come in spasmic waves as they clenched tightly around his swollen girth, and he lamented that the thing that was bringing his baby so much pain was pushing him to a place of unspeakable ecstasy.

As he gained speed he could feel your body becoming less tense. The cramps became more spread out. Your fluttering walls accepting the full length of his shaft hungrily, gripping him with innate desire.

You leaned backward into him, letting him overpower you. Letting him chase away the cramps and replace them with the steady stroke of his length deep within your core. His lips tickled your ear as he spoke.

"Gonna fuck you full, okay baby?" "Gonna give you what you need to feel better."

You moaned greedily.

"Sh-shhh pretty mommy", He crooned. "You gotta be a good girl for me and take this load, okay?" "You take this and I promise you'll feel allll better."

“M'kay.”

He grunted slightly as he thrust himself deeper. The sound sent a wave of pure longing straight down your spine forcing you to throb all around him.

“Mngh!”

He grunted again. A bit more forcefully this time. And you lost all control. You writhed in his arms and begged him to fill you up. You were convinced nothing could feel as good, as healing, as his warm seed spilling out inside of you, painting your walls, making you full, giving your aching and empty body something to hold onto.

"Want your babies!" You mumbled, forcing yourself down harder onto his cock. You whined breathlessly practically begging him to unload.

"I'm gonna let go, but it's going to be a lot, okay?" He cautioned.

"I DON'T CARE. GIVE IT TO ME!" You wailed.

"Okay baby." He whispered, lips pressed forcefully against your ear. "Gonna cum for you, okay? Gonna fill you up real nice."

Another strangled grunt choked up from his throat.

"Here it is" he said, beyond ready to release.

"Mngh!" a rumble like you'd never heard swelled from deep within his chest and reverberated in your ribs as wave after wave of steaming fluid unleashed itself deep inside of you.

Your body rose automatically to the occassion, accepting him hungrily, walls clenching and releasing, pulling load after load from his twitching cock.

Though he humped you readily, he barely needed to move. Your throbbing walls were steadily milking him dry. Pearls of glistening sperm now forming at the base of his shaft as they dripped messily from your entrance.

You were so full you might burst, but the act of filling you rocked his hungry ego forcing his cock to remain skyward as a second wave of desire poured over him. He needed to fuck you beyond full. He needed his baby mama bred to the brim. He needed you to tease one final load out of him so he could be sure his woman was satisfied.

"C'mon baby." He grunted, slapping a hand firmly over your ass. Finally, he reached a hand around and over, cupping your aching tummy and massaging away the last of the cramps with his strong yet, loving hands. The gesture was so sweet and felt so comforting, you quickly released the last of your tension, bottoming out against the base of his shaft, your walls expanding to accept his final load.

He held on tight, craning his head and neck backward, extending his spine, and grunting mercilessly as he pumped you full of his gushing warmth. Your walls fluttered at the sensation and a stream of your own loving fluids trickled down over his strong thighs and tight balls.

He stayed with you. Latched to you in his tender embrace. Gently rocking his hips every now and then, assuring himself of your fullness.

As you lay there he whispered, "You did so good baby. You took every last drop. Now you can rest".

Pulling you tighter into his chest, you slept, still within one another. All pain replaced by the feeling of him in and around you as you drifted off comfortably.

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