#.jjk

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Nanami getting extra pent-up after a stressful week and breaking when he finally comes home to his Darling a bit too early and discovers them making plans to run off. He's been working so hard to provide for them, he takes such good care of them, he protects them from the true evils in the world, and they want to leave because they don't approve of how he does it?

He takes the overnight bag they tried to hide under the bed and quietly asks if they were planning a trip. When they don't respond, panic, and try to stupidly run for the door, he quickly catches them by the arm and pulls them onto the bed. Clearly, he's been neglecting his Darling if they were trying to leave him. He'll make sure to fuck them so well that they'll reconsider trying to abandon him--and if that doesn't work, then they'll still be too exhausted to move for the next few days.

He already has a decent bit of stamina, but he refuses to stop until they pass out from overstimulation. Cumming around his fingers as a courtesy (isn't he caring? Even when punishing them, he still makes them cum first), then putting them on their knees to suck his cock. He keeps a firm grip on their hair and makes sure they behave and swallow when he tells them to. And every time one of them cums that night, he takes them by the hair or puts a hand on their cheek to force them to look at him and say "thank you" for choosing such a pleasurable way to punish them for betraying him.

And the next day, he's back to his normal self. He wakes up and kisses their cheek, puts on a pot of coffee, and gets dressed for work like he always does. And magically, all that stress from his job seemed to have melted away after a full night of fucking his Darling proper and making them his

#.jjk #.nanami #yandere jjk #yandere nanami #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon

[mikichko]

in every life, i claw my way to you

nanami hates the idea of soulmates. despises the idea of a fated existence where he is simply thrown into a life that has already been decided for him. a life like that is not worth living.

so when you ask him, if he thinks you're soulmates in every life, it takes him a while to answer.

he's not pondering the existence of fate or destiny and its relation to your love, he knows it has no place in it. instead, he mulls over his thoughts, thinking of how to express himself so he's thoroughly understood.

because, no, nanami does not think you're soulmates in every life. to him attaching a concept of a destined love dilutes what you share. it dirties it, attributing the honor of such a connection to something as uninvolved as the universe.

because the universe does not know you the way he does. has not learned about you the way he has. the universe holds you both, but to nanami, his universe only holds you. the universe does not know the taste of sweetness that your lips bring with every kiss. will never learn of the tenderness of your hands, as fingertips press aloe-soaked gauze to fresh wounds. he knows the universe does not know what it feels like to find home in the safety of your embrace.

"we're not soulmates in every life, no." he starts, the firmness of his voice making you flinch. but before you can respond he continues, "that implies the absence of choice. that i have no free will of my own, to choose who i love."

his hand reaches for yours, "in this universe, in the next, in all the ones where we exist together, if my soul is truly mine it will fight to find you."

he raises your hand to his lips, lips ghosting over your knuckles before pressing a kiss to them. "in every life, i will choose you. even claw my way to you. because i love you in spite of fate."

a/n: quick little idea that came to my head for my little kento ❤

#.txt #.mine #.nanami #.jjk #this just came to me on a whim #i love him so much truthfully #kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #nanami fanfic #jjk imagine #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagines #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #kento x reader #jjk kento #jjk reader insert #jjk reader inserts #jjk fluff

[treasuringizu]

⤷ gojo x reader | 0.7k words |

⤷ tags | insecure reader, very self-insert, suggestive content at the very end, established relationship, not proofread, satoru loves u, u love satoru, he's a sap!! satoru carries you up at the end.

“Hey,” Satoru breathes, nuzzling his face into your neck, soft white hair tickling your skin. 

“Hmm.” you hum, running your fingers through his soft locks, your other hand rubbing along his back, feeling the smooth material of his cotton shirt, lingering on the muscles you can feel under it. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even more into his lap so that your chests are as close as they could be, your bodies melded together. You feel his nose press into you and the rise and fall of his body as he releases a breath when you place a delicate kiss on his shoulder. 

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” 

“Satoru…” you do your half-awkward laugh, half breathing out thing that you always do whenever someone compliments you, now burying your own face into his neck as heat crawls up your skin. 

“You are. You truly are,” he says, pulling away from you and holding you by your waist, looking straight into your eyes with that unwavering gaze that never fails to let you know he’s being genuine. You take him in as his silver eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones, framing his azure eyes that are intensely staring back at you. His glasses are always off around you. He claims he wants to fully see you as best as he can. 

Awkwardly smiling, you hold eye contact for a few seconds before nervously glancing away from his eyes. At times like this you can’t help but wonder, how does he see you as that? As beautiful. Doesn’t he know that he’s the beautiful one? That he’s the one that makes you stop in place multiple times a day just to think, wow. It's hard to believe him sometimes, when he says things like this. He says it so freely too, with no hesitation, no reluctance, simply opening his heart for you to look inside and do whatever you want with it. It makes you grateful that he chose you, of all people. It makes you scared, because what will you do when it's over? When it doesn't last? 

“We all know you’re the beautiful one, Satoru,” you respond, looking over his shoulder. When you’re met with silence, you glance back at him only to see his eyebrows furrowed, a pout on his lips, and without thinking you smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, smiling softly when he only pouts even more like a petulant child. 

He cups your face with his large hand, frown softening but still there when your eyes flutter and you rub your cheek into him. “Why do you always do that? Why don’t you ever believe me?” 

You keep your eyes closed. “You know why, Satoru…” You bring your front to his again, burying your face in his neck and holding him close as if he might disappear from under your fingers. 

“I’m yours forever, you know? There’s no getting rid of me. No matter how hard you try. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

“So you’ve said.” You hate when you’re not able to respond with the same thing, hate the hurt he tries to mask but fails around you when you don’t tell him how you truly feel, but you know he knows. You just need to work up the nerve to let it out.

He lets you avoid, Satoru can never deny you. Instead, you breathe him in, inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne and detergent, and he rubs soft shapes into your back, deft fingers bringing you to the edges of sleep. It's like this for a few minutes, the soft sounds of your breaths the only thing you can hear on the couch, but then he speaks again. 

“I’ll make sure to keep telling you until you believe me.” 

You sigh, “Will you now?”

You feel the jerk of his head against your neck as he nods, determined, and you smile to yourself. You can’t ever let him go. 

“I will, every single day.” You don’t mention that he already does. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, love. It kills me. I love it.”

You laugh, and he pulls away again to see the action, eyes crinkling with his own smile, dimples forming in his cheeks as his eyes sweep over your face.  

“Alright, Sa- Oh!” You’re cut off when he lifts you up with one arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and strolling over to the bedroom. “Satoru!” 

He winks at you, patting your ass. “I know a few other ways I can show you I think you’re beautiful.” 

#* waves awkwardly* hey guys! here's this! #i don't think i've written a drabble for satoru before actually. hm. #anways #let me hide again now #working on my other gojo fics!! #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo drabble #satoru drabble #.gojo #.jjk #.kc writes #*swipes sweat off forehead* i haven’t written in a while #i’m happy #and motivated!! #i hope u guys like this

[kurumayu]

#Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk #jjkedit #maki zenin #gifs #anime gif #mine #*gif #.jjk

[katsukiflr]

nice tits, tough guy.

⤷ pairing: satoru gojo + fem!reader

warnings: praise, established relationship, brief allusions to face sitting, mutual tit sucking, fairly vanilla, tw: happy couple that’s super in love,

genre: smut, porn with minimal plot, lots of fluff

1837 words

you and satoru are on your bed and before you know it your tits are in each other’s mouths.

a/n: i’ve been working on this for over 5 months, enjoy :)

the two of you sat on your shared bed; a soft woven blanket draped over your lower halves, satoru’s head nestled in your lap, his face turned to the side, and gaze focused on the movie playing in front of you.

your fingers were mindlessly running running through satoru’s soft, snow white locks as he purred in blissful gratitude. if you ever paused your movements, satoru would whine until you pet his head again.

it was truly endearing— how your six foot four boyfriend made himself so small, curled up on your lap, and whining like a kitten when your attention focused on anything other than him.

satoru didn’t think heaven was attainable—it was just another unreachable place stuck between the borders of infinity. but, lying here with you as you scratched his scalp and met his gaze every so often with nothing but adoration in your eyes, he thinks he’s reached heaven.

satoru turns around, away from the movie playing in front of you, and repositions himself on your lap so that his face is in front of your torso. he nuzzles his face into your clothed stomach while humming in contentment. then, satoru’s hand reaches up to cup at your breast through your shirt in a oddly casual, domestic way.

your attention focuses away from the movie and instead on your boyfriend’s sudden, arbitrary actions. your brows furrow in confusion; what is he doing? your thoughts are abruptly cut short when satoru thumbs softly at your nipples through your shirt. a pleased, breathy laugh escapes his lips after he finds that you have forgone wearing a bra.

he circles and gently pulls at your clothed nipples until they’re sensitive and your eyes are fluttering shut as you sit above him. your brows are pinched ever so slightly and satoru’s chest swells when he looks at you, smiling at how cute you look. “satoru?”, you question. you’re surprised by the slight breathlessness in your voice already, but that was just the effect that gojo satoru had on you.

he ignores you, bunching up the cotton material of your shirt just enough to reveal your bare stomach. you inhale sharply when the cool air hits your skin.

your boyfriend takes several moments to admire the expanse of your skin, the curve of your hips, the freckles he’s mapped like constellations countless times, and the soft pudge of your tummy. satoru then presses a feather light kiss to your stomach and in response your insides flutter. he pulls away and looks up at you through long, white lashes. he smiles softly, the sapphire irises of his eyes containing a thousand words that are needless to say out loud.

he presses another kiss. then another. then another. then he bites; he bites the skin of your stomach like you were just another sweet treat he was ready to devour. little did you know you were. you wince above him at the sharpness of his canines digging into the sensitive parts of you.

“lift up your shirt.” satoru deadpans.

you comply instantly, pushing your shirt up to sit just below your collarbones and allowing your breasts to spill out. your cheeks flush with tremendous warmth at your sudden exposure compared to satoru’s lack of it.

your boyfriend briefly admires your breasts with wide eyes and a loving smile until indisputable, carnal desire consumes his senses. satoru’s eager hands come up to cup at your tits and knead the soft skin. he hums at the way that the flesh spills into his hands, a feeling he’s grown accustomed to but will never become tired of. you flinch under his grasp, whining at the feeling of his big hands pawing at you. you found that everywhere that his hands touched left your skin scalding.

“pretty,” he mutters. satoru leans up, his body still draped over your lap, and presses a quick kiss between your breasts before latching his mouth onto your nipple. his eyes flutter shut and tranquillity settles over his features, humming at the taste of you on his tongue and the farmiliar feeling of your tits in his mouth. he languidly swirls his tongue around it, gently licking and suckling until you’re spit slicked, sensitive, and squirming above him.

satoru coaxes you into a state of delirium in which you’re left helpless: heaving and whining as goosebumps prickle your skin, your nipples become sensitive, and shocks of heat surge through you and make home in between your legs.

“o-oh fuck”, you mewl, stomach churning thick like honey and cunt growing damp. tremors run through your body as you begin to curl in on yourself in ecstasy.

his lips are soft, plump, and decorated with a sheen of strawberry chapstick; whenever he wraps them around you, you can’t help but whine at the way they cushion against you.

“satoru,” you keen, body trembling at the fleeting touches, versant hands, and the way satoru’s lips feel soft like an angels cheek. your eyes flicker over him and in a stroke of serendipity notice the tightness of his white shirt and the way his nipples pebble and poke through the cotton. suddenly, you feel hot all over at the thought of satoru’s tits. lust consumes you like a flood comsumes the the streets of earth at the thought of his pressing kisses and sucking bruises into his flushed chest.

“can i uh- lift up your shirt?” you whisper shyly.

satoru hums, pulling away from your tits— a string of saliva connecting them to his mouth. he nods, ears twinged pink as the corner of his lips upturn.

you scrunch up his shirt so it sits on his collarbone. your body feels all too warm now that the delicate, unmarked canvas of his skin is exposed. you sigh as you admire the hard muscle of his stomach, the ridges of his abs, the softness of his skin, and the bulk of his chest. you’ve seen his tits all too many times before but never really studied them until now. they’re so pretty. you think.

his nipples are a soft shade of pink, puffy from his arousal. they’re a beautiful contrast to his milky skin. your hands move to tentatively rest on the curve of his back, urging him forward so that you’re eye level with his tits.

embarrassment settles in and takes form in your warm cheeks and shaky hands. this is embarrassing; you’ve never asked him for something like this. you’ve never done this.

your eyes flicker to satoru’s and you find yourself lost in turquoise pools of andromeda. all coherent thoughts and anxieties melt away at the loving way he looks at you, eager eyes full of adoration.

“you’re so pretty ‘toru.” you sigh, leaning forward to kiss his sternum. your lips graze the very bottom of his chest, teeth scraping over the skin as satoru gasps above you. you plant kiss after kiss over the expanse of his chest before making your way over to his tits.

you part your lips, tongue peeking out to timidly lick at one of satoru’s nipples before sucking it softly into your mouth. “o-oh,” satoru stutters. you repeat the action: gently swirling your tongue around the soft, pink bud before encasing the plush of your lips around it. your other hand comes to softly scratch your nails up and down his abdomen, tracing the hard dips of muscle as you continue to suckle on his chest.

satoru has always been sensitive: his neck, his chest, to the dip of his spine, his cock, his thighs, just below his ears, and presumably in any other places you have yet to discover. the thought of seeing if he can cum just from having his tits sucked briefly crosses your mind; that’s something for another time.

you trail your unoccupied hand up hand to grope at his chest, kneading the silky flesh, and satoru makes the prettiest sound above you. “you’re so sensitive,” you giggle. you gently take his other nipple in between your fingers and pinch and pull at it until he’s is whining above you.

“f-fuck, oh fuck,” satoru moans. you peer at him through your lashes, feeling something swirl in the very bottom of your stomach as your cunt grows sticky. you drink in the rosy flush dusting his cheeks and the tops of his ears, the soft slant of his nose, the welcoming curve of his lips, the aquamarine crystals of his eyes as they roll back, the fluttering of his lashes, the soft tufts of his hair, and his parted lips as the gasp and tremble.

a soft whine escapes your lips at the sight of your boyfriend quivering above you; the subtle vibrations against satoru’s skin making his hips buck carelessly, his cock weeping in the unforgiving confinement of his shorts. he’s so hard.

there is a gluttonous ache inside of him churning slowly in the pit of his stomach. perhaps it’s the way your breasts press together—soft and supple—as you lean over him. perhaps it’s knowing the sounds he could pull from you if his mouth was on your chest right now.

“fuck, please”

he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, he doesn’t even recognize the desperation in his voice. his skin feels too hot. you’re making him feel so good; mindless whines are tumbling out of his mouth without being of his own accord as you kiss at his nipples and he gets lost in his own thoughts. his mouth, desperate and greedy, longs to feel your skin, to retrace the lines he knows so well, and to make you feel good.

“sweetheart,“ he whines, “gotta make you feel good too.” your chest flutters with warmth and you feel yourself whimper against his skin. “c’mere,” he places his hands on the dips of your hips, urging you forward just a bit more so that your breasts spill directly in front of his face. “there she is.” he sighs, wrapping his lips around the soft bud of your nipple.

satoru kisses and sucks on your breasts as you continue to do the same to his, the both of you exchanging a chorus of hushed whimpers, noises reserved solely for the two of you.

“satoru, it’s ‘s good.”

“i know baby, i know.” he whispers.

you sit like that for a while, mouths occupied, nipples tender and swollen, whining, skin flushed, the air thick and heavy, and hands progressively growing greedier. your hand was stroking satoru’s cock through his sweats as he mindlessly bucked into your hand. his hand was cupping your cunt through your shorts, petting at the warmth as you pressed yourself into him.

satoru is the first to pull away, panting from his uninterrupted assault on your breasts. “okay sit on my face right now before i die,”

you flush, “okay.”

he leans up and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “then i’m fucking you stupid.”

#. #♥︎.satoru #.jjk #🧺 #;filth #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk fics #jjk headcanons #gojo satoru headcanons #tw. tit sucking #tw. praise #jujustu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen fic #gojou satoru x you #jjk gojo

[zzhaitani]

𐐪 [R3Q] gojo satoru layout ˚◞📦 ✿

#anime icons #anime layouts #anime pfp #messy dividers #messy layouts #messy headers #messy icons #twitter layouts #anime lockscreen #jujutsu icons #jujutsu kaisen layouts #jjk gojo #.jujutsukaisen #.jjk

[ciceroballtorture]

#.jjk

[blondeboyfriend]

imagine going into debt trying to woo Toji

#i don’t stand a chance as an underpaid after school teacher but that won’t stop me from trying #.text #.jjk #.toji

[dreamwinged]

i dont care about the super bow at alll but i AM curious to see if usher will make a gojo reference onstage

#.mei’s chatter ˚༘⋆ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ #.jjk #.unrelated ˚༘⋆ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

[noodlesbrrrrr]

SHE'S NOT DEAD YOU HEAR ME???

SHES GONNA ONE SHOT SUKUNA AND KENJAKU AND KILL EVERYONE AND SEE FUMI, YUUJI, MEGUMI, MAKI, AND EVERYONE ELSE

#KUGISAKI NOBARA #.jjk #jujutsu kaisen #SHES GONNA COME BACK OK?? #IM NOT DELUSIONAL WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? #THERE WAS NO EPISODE TODAY #NOTHING HAPPENED

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Choso who can't understand how healthy relationships work, and loves intensely to the point of it physically hurting whenever he thinks about his Darling not being with him. He'll follow his Darling, stalk them, and even break into their home to take things of theirs as mementos.

Eventually his pining gets too much to handle and he decided to kidnap them/confess to them. He would make their home a home for the both of them; it isn't like he has a permanent place to stay, after all.

And Yuuji will be upset and try to convince Choso to let Darling go, that this isn't okay, etc. Choso loves his brother, but he tries to explain that he can't love in a "normal" way because he isn't normal. He's partially a Curse, and the love he feels can't be pure. And human laws don't matter to him, so why shouldn't he kidnap them? Why shouldn't he keep them in their home and live with them, even if they want to be let go?

He would try his best to make them happy, though. He'll steal from stores to bring back all their favorite things, clothes they like, etc. He'll cook for them, clean around the house, bathe with them, and is very doting--he loves tending to the people he loves, whether they're his siblings or his Darling.

And speaking of tending to them, he wants to explore every inch of them. He'll hold them down with his Blood Manipulation technique and insist that he needs to make them relax. Granted, in his century and a half of living he hasn't done anything sexual prior to falling for his Darling. But he's eager to learn so that he can take care of his Darling that way as well.

He never imagined that being intimate with someone could feel this good. No wonder humans like it so much. Sometimes he's afraid of getting his Darling pregnant because he knows firsthand what kind of hardship Cursed Painting Wombs go through, and he doesn't want his Darling to endure anything like what happened to his mother. Still...a being like him hasn't ever had children. Would they be mostly human? Mostly curse? Would Kenjaku be able to sense them somehow through their blood and come for them?

He promises himself and his Darling that he'd be a good father, the only good father in his bloodline. He can't stop imagining his Darling with their child together: sensing every little movement of his baby inside Darling's womb thanks to his power, holding them, comforting them whenever they cry, feeling their warmth and their heartbeat and knowing that they're truly of his blood and that they'll grow and know real happiness...

He wants that so badly and the Baby Fever leaves him desperate to fuck Darling and cum inside every single time. He insists that he knows the risks of having a child but that he will be there to protect Darling and their baby...or babies. He wants a family with them, he wants to intertwine his blood and his life with theirs in a way that can't ever be broken.

#tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #.jjk #.choso #yandere jjk #yandere choso #tw: pregnancy #.myshit #thots

[mikichko]

nanami's guilty pleasure for stress relief is watching reality tv.

he would NEVER admit it publicly, cause yknow he's got an appearance to keep up! but he loves coming home, grabbing dinner, and settling down on the couch with you to just watch insanity.

nothing helps ease the tension off his shoulders more than watching couples fall apart and air out all of their drama on national television.

he also likes terrace house but he is personally responsible for jailing the producers iykyk

#.txt #.nanami #.jjk #kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami

[kurumayu]

King Gnu 「SPECIALZ」

呪術廻戦』第2期「渋谷事変」

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjkedit #jjkgraphics #shounenedit #anime gif #gifs #mine #*gif #.jjk #I've been listening this op on loop #YOU ARE MY SPECIALLLLLL

[utahimeii]

Okaok but maki knocking you up and nobara gaining a few extra pounds of sympathy with her other gf

And you get off by watching maki squeezing nobara’s plush hips as she thrusts into her warm fat pussy and nobara’s tongue laps at your fertil cunt

#.eve's thirsts #jjk smut #.jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #maki smut #nobara smut #ch: maki #ch: nobara #.preg #.chubby au #maki x you #maki x nobara #nobara x you

[ciceroballtorture]

#.jjk

[blondeboyfriend]

toji toji toji toji toji toji toji toji toji toji toji toji toji toji toji

#.text #.jjk #.toji