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#IOOOOOOOOOOO #THIS IS DELICIOUS #WHAT A TREAT #THE RED TONE aroUND HIS EYES IS DOIN SOMETHIN TO ME #AND THE WAy hIS EYEBROWS ARE PULLED TOGETHER #THE EXPANSE OF HIS NECK #I NEED HIM THIS ISNT FUNNY ANYMORE #THANK U FOR THE TAG I WILL BE THINKING ABOIT THIS FOR THE REST OF THE daY

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OMG MAHITO IN THE SAME ROOM WITH READER??? YUJI WILL NOT BE HAPPY AT ALL EITHER 😭😭

i know this was intended to be angsty, but all i can picture is sukuna fighting mahito and yuuji being in his head like "yeah! get his ass!! oh watch out! he's swingin' from the left! so hit him from the right!!"

and sukuna's just like ---.--- i got it brat u can shut up now

no but fr yuuji would have a fit, i think, and would probably blindly attack out of fear/anger. like he'd be so overcome with emotion that his hands would shake as he charges at mahito. the thought of mahito being within 100 miles of you is too much for him

#m!answers #masq

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Me when i think of Mona:

(Hru tho babes??)

OMG I'LL CRY RN!!!!! NOT AS NEAT AS YOU THOuGH HOPE!!!<3<3<3

ohhh i'm hangin in there. just adjusting to working again and such. i've been pretty tired, but doing well otherwise. thanks for asking :))) how about you dear? did you have a good weekend?

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Mona my beloved <3 wishing you an absolutely delicious weekend and lots of love ❤️

ruins!!!! hi lovely!!!!

thank u so very much<333 wishing u the same! how have you been?! what's new, my friend?

i thought it was quite the coincidence when i saw u in my inbox because i came across ur answer to this ask yesterday and it made me giggle so i took this very real picture. sukuna asked me to send it to u

u (quite understandably) had asks with media turned off so im delighted to have the opportunity to deliver it here

WAH! thanks for stopping by!! have the most stellar saturday ever!!!!!! MWAH!

#m!answers #ruins ruins ruins<33333

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Really pisses me off that I spent all day making this delicious pi and I can't cut into it because all 23 of my knives are gone.

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happy friday!!!!! i hope everyone is having a wonderful day<333 this week kinda kicked my ass, so im looking forward to hopefully getting some rest this weekend

if you sent somethin to my inbox and i haven't responded, it's bc i wanna write a lil ficlet based on what you sent but currently do not have the brain power/inspo

#m!posts #m!rambles

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HAHAHA ITS 😈 ANON BACK AGAIN WITH ANGST

it's always been interesting that the higher ups are actually actively targeting reader, because I always imagined the curses would hop on ANY chance to get sukuna on their side. AND THE FACT THAT THEY DO - ill bet its a very risky one- WITH READER. LIKE IMAGINE YUUJI COMES HOME FROM A LONG DAY OF KILLING CURSES TO FIND KENJAKU OR MAHITO CHILLING IT UP IN THEIR FLAT? AND POOR READER IS SHAKING LIKE I A LEAF IN THE WIND WITH A 🙂 SMILE ON HER FACE POOR THING. and I don't doubt sukuna could kill them at a seconds notice if he wanted to but he can't stay with her forever, not like he can with yuuji. and if they THREATEN him with his own fingers against him? I CANT IMAGINE THE INTERNAL STRUGGLE HED FACE, BOTH HIS OLD LIFE AND OLD SELF POSSIBLY BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR TAKING THE ONLY THING HE LOVES AWAY FROM HIM

HAHAHAHAHAH SUFFER SUKUNA SUFFER 😈

hello 😈 anon<333 i hope u are well!! im glad to hear from u again :3

i think there's something so interesting abt a non sorcerer!reader interacting with powerful curses. like, you can't sense cursed energy but their evil is so overwhelming that you can still pick up on it.

obviously ur uncomfortable and that would piss sukuna off, but i don't think he could help his own curiosity regarding why they're there. so they'd have a chance to give their two cents

but the second they dare to threaten the only person he loves? using a finger, something that belongs to him, no less????

it would be so fuckin over for them. thinking about the look of unadulterated rage that would cross his features???? phew!!!!

and afterwards he's nervous you're hurt or intimidated, so he cups your face in his big ass hands so gently and checks you over. he'd be so relieved when you rest your own hands on top of his and assure him you're okay

WAAAAAH I NEED HIMMMMMMMMMM

#masq #m!answers

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mother I just read ur prisoner toji au and I’m begging you to WRITE MORE PLEASE (whenever you are inspired ofc 🫶)

<33333333 we shall see!!! i've definitely got some ideas rattling around my head :p

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i love angst as much as the next person but PLEAAASE tell me next masq chapter is gonna have comfort or fluff i just wanna hug and kiss sukuna dear god 😭

yessss omfg ofc itll be fluffy!!!! sukuna deserves it and so do we😤😤😤

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hi just wanted to say i LOVE masq so much literally one of my favorite fics it's so great and i love the way u wrote sukuna and ik its ooc but it got me thinking maybe if canon sukuna didn't think that love is "worthless" THIS IS HOW HE WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE I SWEARRRR

anw I can't wait for the next part❤️‍🩹

thank you nonnie!!! it makes me so happy to hear u say so<333333 and i agree!!! that! man! is! redeemable!

im gunna try to take it easy and write this weekend, but we'll see if that actually happens! hehe

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stupid question: is your pfp my queen nanami from kamisama kiss? (my head immediately plays the op as soon as I say or type that out💀)

not stupid at all!!!! yes that is our lord and savior momozono nanami!!!

SAMMEEEEE my so watches very little anime but knows the op bc i play/hum it sm💀💀💀 i love kamisama soooo dearly! one of my favorite comfort shows<33333333

akura and sukuna also have the same va which makes me cry with delight

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“What? You’re married? And you’re a dad?”

Yuji finds out that 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 has a family. — same au as this ♡

Yuji Itadori wanted to know more about the world’s strongest sorcerer, who he was lucky enough to have as his teacher.

The two of them walked along the sidewalk peacefully after completing a bit of training.

As Yuji devoured his blue popsicle, his wide eyes stared at the side of his teacher’s face.

Despite the black blindfold covering his ocean blue eyes, Gojo could feel his student’s eyes on him for two minutes straight.

“I’m surprised you haven’t bumped into something yet,” Gojo spoke up, breaking the silence as he smiled slightly. “Why are you staring at me? Something on my face?”

“No, I just had a question I wanted to ask you — can I?” Yuji tilted his head a bit.

“Don’t be silly, of course you can. What is it?”

“There’s a ring on your finger.”

Gojo was silent for a moment, but his amused grin widened. Eventually, he said, “that’s not a question, Yuji.”

“I know, I know, I just . . .” Yuji hesitated. After all, discussing such a personal topic with someone as superior as Satoru Gojo could have been disrespectful. Even so, he took his chances anyway. “Are you married?”

“I am.”

“Really?” Yuji smiled excitedly. He tossed his discolored popsicle stick in a nearby trashcan, and continued his late afternoon stroll with Gojo.

“Yeah, I’ve been married for eight years. Our anniversary is coming up pretty soon, actually. Think I’ll plan some sort of trip.”

“Wow, that’s really cool! Who are you married to? Do I know ‘em? What are they like?”

Due to his unwavering grin, Gojo felt a burning sensation in his light pink, blushed cheeks. Thinking about you had always resulted in him smiling so much, his face would hurt.

“You don’t know her, but Megumi does. Her name is Y/N, and she isn’t a sorcerer anymore, just an ordinary person who enjoys ordinary things, and I love that more than anything. Our daughter is-”

“What?” Yuji suddenly halted his footsteps.

“Hm? Something wrong?” Gojo questioned as he stopped walking, turning around to face the shocked boy.

“You have a daughter? Like an actual kid?” Yuji paused. “How come you never mentioned any of this before? How old is she? I wanna meet your family! Why have I never met them?”

“She‘s four,” Gojo laughed softly, and started to resume his walk along with Yuji. “Guess I had no idea you assumed I had no family, but it’s fine, you can meet them anytime you want. Wanna see a couple of pictures?”

“Yeah!” Flashing a bright smile, Yuji eagerly waited for Gojo to unlock his phone and scroll through his photos.

After only a couple of seconds — as it didn’t take the older man any time at all to find a photo of the two most beloved people in his life — Gojo handed his phone to Yuji, showing him a recent picture of the three of you hanging out at the park.

“Oh man, is that your wife? She’s really, really pretty, and your kid looks like the perfect combination of you both! Well, I guess that makes sense because you’re her parents, but it’s like fifthy-fifthy! She has your eyes, but Mrs. Gojo’s hair . . .” Yuji zoomed in and out of the photo as he rambled on, even taking it upon himself to search Gojo’s photos for even more pictures. “No way, is that Mrs. Gojo and Fushiguro? Fushiguro looks so young!”

“Yeah, he was around seven years old at the time. Me and Y/N were just dating then, but I knew I wanted to marry her. Best decision of my life.”

“When can I meet them?” Yuji asked, his brown eyes sparkling with hope.

“Why do you wanna meet them so badly?” Gojo reached out and grabbed his phone from Yuji, who had started to scroll a bit too far.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Smiling, Yuji paused. “You’re kinda like family to me now, I guess. So, I wanna meet the people you cherish the most, ‘cause I wanna cherish them too.”

Gojo didn’t say another word. Not to Yuji, at least. Instead, he hummed with satisfaction at his student’s kind words, and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found yours.

“Hi, baby,” Gojo greeted you over the phone, “Would you mind if I bring a student of mine over for dinner? He really wants to meet you . . . he’s not allergic to anything . . . Okay . . . That works for us . . . Tell my muffin that I’ll be home soon . . . I love you more, bye sweetheart.”

“Okay, we-”

“Great! Which way is your house? Which way? Is it this way?” Yuji excitedly started to run off in no particular direction, and Gojo couldn’t help but laugh.

While Yuji said he simply wanted to cherish Gojo’s family, Gojo knew that it was a bit deeper than that. After all, as far as Yuji was concerned, he had no one. He craved the domestic nature of a loving family. He was all alone.

Once they made it to Gojo’s home, Yuji excitedly greeted you with a hug as if he had known you his entire life.

He adored your food, laughing and chatting at the dinner table.

He adored your home, carefully admiring your decorations and asking plenty of questions.

He was also kind enough to help out with the dishes, and play with dolls with your daughter afterwards, using silly voices as he truly got into the role.

And, later on, when he saw Gojo grab your grinning face and shower it with kisses, and his little girl happily run up to him as he picked her up, tickling her as she giggled, Yuji silently hoped that one day, he too would have a family just as loving.

But, he didn’t have to observe the happy family from a distance much longer, as, suddenly, you and Gojo waved the boy over, and wrapped your arms around him in a silly, loving, group hug.

And he felt loved.

— PART III —

#fic!recs #NO BC THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME TEAR UP #BEST BOY YUUJI U DESERVE THE WORLD #SO SWEEEEEET #i love a good domestic fic #thanks op this was lovely

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gojo satoru whimpers in his sleep.

it's barely audible, but it still pulls you from your dreams sometimes.

you don't know why it happens, though you have a few guesses and none of them are particularly light hearted. so you never ask him about it.

he's so proud, always so quick to hide his true emotions behind some facade of untouchability, you probably wouldn't get a straight answer anyway.

however, you do know that he stops whenever you caress his face. as the tips of your fingers trail down his cheekbone and to his jaw, a soft sigh escapes his lips before he quiets entirely.

you never mind when his soft noises wake you from your own slumber. they're moments you hold close to your heart— bringing peace to a man who so desperately deserves it.

#m!writes #gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagines #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk imagines

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opening older brother sukunas closest to look for a certain pair of pants you lost, only to stumble on a old shoe box on the top shelf that is filled to the brim with little yuujis drawings that he swore he always threw away

#this is a very cute and sweet concept!!! #but i fear there may be smthin wrong w me.... #bc that is not where i thought this was going😭😭😭 #lmao i have been cursed by depravity

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☆. contains: 18+ mdni; roommate!satoru gojo x fem!reader; 2.5k; actually gn overall but he does call the reader "girlfriend" once, idiots to idiots, dry humping, some neck kissing and hickeys mwah mwah mwah, satoru is just a super thoughtful roomie:((, a mention of satoru and the reader being pervs but yk what else is new

you've been ranting roomie!gojo's ears off about this annoying guy at work, who keeps trying to hit on you but you're not feeling it. at all. you've already mentioned that you have a (fake) boyfriend but he just won't quit. even ignoring him isn't affecting the guy, he probably thinks you're playing hard to get or something.

"anyway, i don't know, he's just so fucking weird and he creeps me out." you throw your head back onto the soft plush pillows on the couch and sigh loudly, closing your eyes, trying to escape the thoughts of the man.

satoru is sitting on the other end of the couch, gently massaging your sore and tired feet. his nimble fingers are doing something magical and you've physically had to restrain a moan twice now. he's nodding along to what you're saying, biting back the teasing remarks, knowing that you've had a rough day. he's the one who offered the foot massage anyway– to which your first impression was to throw a pillow at him, thinking that he's just messing with you or he's trying to be a freak but no, he really meant that he wants to give you a good old foot massage. to make you feel better. to relieve your stress.

this is nice. he's listening and only throwing in a couple of mhmm's and that sucks' every once in a while. you can feel the weight slip from your shoulders as you continue sinking deeper and deeper into the couch.

"like what the fuck else am i supposed to say to him? how am i going to make him understand that i don't fucking want him? that i have a..." a big sigh leaves your lips. "boyfriend."

having your eyes closed, you miss the way satoru's shine as an idea pops into his head. he zones out on the long-forgotten tv screen as he thinks it over for an exactly one second before deciding that it's a genius thought. he pinches your calf to pull you from your head.

"you know what we could do?"

you hum, letting him know you're listening and he continues.

"i could always mark you up... you know, play your little boyfriend and let him really know that you're taken. that oughta make him understand, hm?"

...

your eyes shoot open but your gaze stays on the ceiling above you, not daring to look at him just yet. that would probably get the point across, right? but are you really considering this? are you gonna let him do that? mark you up?

you slowly lower your eyes and look at him. the light glow from the tv in the background is making his eyes glint, something daring in them. he's wearing his usual sheepish grin, showing off the perfect rows of pearly whites. his lips look so pink and pretty. and glossy? and soft? and now you're really thinking about letting him do it, cover you in hickeys as long as you get to feel him against your skin. let his sharp canines sink into your neck and let him play your boyfriend.

satoru lets you stare at him, reveling in the quiet attention as he watches your eyes trail over his features; from his eyes down his nose, to his lips. he makes an extra move of sinking his teeth into the soft flesh and he knows he's got you; he just wants you to say it now. he needs you to ask for it.

"you're thinking about it."

the tone of his voice is teasing but still as sweet as honey, designed to trap you and it's fucking working. you rub your feet together in his lap, his hands still resting on your calves. his thumb keeps drawing lazy circles into your skin and it's making you feel warm.

"and what if i am?" raising a brow at him, you try to keep your composure, to seem unaffected by his very tempting offer.

his long fingers slither around one of your ankles and he can't hold back his teasing anymore. he reckons he's been quiet enough for one day.

"aww..." he coos, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "do you want me to be your boyfriend, pretty?" his free hand grabs onto your other ankle, raising them off of his lap and back down onto the couch. he stands and takes a step toward you, dragging his finger from your ankles up your legs and thighs.

"a fake boyfriend." you correct him as a wave of chills runs all over your body. the only sound that slips from his lips is a smug little tch! and then he's already situating himself onto your lap, his strong thighs closing around your hips. you're skin to skin; well, material to material but you're close. there's no room to wriggle, nowhere to run and your little surprised expression is only feeding his already big ego – he's loving it.

you don't know where to put your hands, finally letting them rest on his thighs as you try your best to avoid his gaze, suddenly feeling a bit flustered at the proximity.

"so you do want me to do it." his fingers grab your chin and tilt it up, forcing you to look at him; doe eyes meeting his excited ones. "want me to mark you up, to let him know you're taken, right?"

his fingers move up to your cheeks and he gives them a faint squeeze, making your lips pucker at the action. he lets his eyes fall from yours to your mouth for a second before speaking up. "i can do that."

your fingers dig into the material of his sweats and his heart does a little flip inside his chest. you hate when he gets the upper hand, you hate when he makes you nervous like this but you just can't control your body around him. heart beating so fast, you're sure you're nearing an untimely death and it's all his fault.

are you letting him do this? are you seriously letting your annoyingly cocky roommate with his stupid pretty blue eyes and his even stupider smile do this?

he's staring down at you with said smile and your thighs press together on their own. the corner of his lips twitch but he doesn't say anything. his hand travels from your cheeks to push away a few stray hairs, letting his eyes take in your current state. he pushes his knee into the side of the couch in order to make a bit more room for himself, lowering his hips against yours and you hold back a noise.

are you gonna let him do this?

yes.

definitely yes.

getting impatient, satoru leans down and brushes his nose against yours. his rich cologne fills your nostrils and your eyes threaten to roll back inside your head. he's now putting almost all of his weight onto you and it just feels right. your fingers curl deeper into his sweats, quietly asking for something but you won't get it that easily.

"you need to say it, though." he whispers while nosing at your flushed cheeks. his one head rests beside your head, holding him above you as the other traces down your jaw. he's so fucking close and you feel like you can't breathe properly. you're blaming your long day for being so worked up, for being so sensitive.

"c'mon, i want you to say that you want me to mark you up. can't possibly do it without your permission now can i." you don't need to see his face to know that he's smiling, you can feel it against your skin.

nodding your head, you just hope it's enough for him because you don't trust your voice. don't trust yourself to be sure that you won't let an embarrassing sound escape your lips.

but it's not enough. satoru can be so greedy; he wants to be greedy with you. he shakes his head, his breath tickling the sensitive spot right under your jaw.

"nuh-uh." satoru coos. "i wanna hear it. please, i wanna hear it, baby. tell me that you want it." he's pretty much begging now and you don't know who wants this to happen more, him or you.

"i– fuck, i want it." you mumble out. the air around you is so thick and it's hard to swallow the lump in your throat. "want you to mark me up, satoru..." removing your hands from his thighs, you let them fall to his soft hair, combing through the locks as you try to keep your head clear. it's not helping though because next thing you know, satoru is pressing his crotch against yours, almost grinding down.

"see, that wasn't so hard."

before you can whine about his teasing, his lips latch onto your skin.

feeling your hips buck up under him, he hums into you. his mouth is so warm against you, his wet tongue marking the spot before he gets to work on the hickey itself. your lips part and a tiny whimper manages to slip out, making your body temperature double in number. you feel him grin, most certainly letting you know that the sound didn't go unnoticed.

he holds your head to the side so he's presented with more skin, his new canvas, and he wastes no time in sinking his teeth into you. he is a man on a mission and nothing will stop him now. you give his roots a strong tug at a particularly sharp bite and now it's his turn to buck his hips; he's completely flush against you and the slight grinding is making him feel hazy. he can only imagine what's happening underneath your clothes and his dick twitches at the thought.

of course he would like to have sex with you. hell, he would love to fuck your brains out right here on the living room couch and have you chant his and his name only but this is not the moment. you're not there yet; he wants to take it slow. is this being slow, though?

he unlatches from your neck and licks over the fresh blooming mark. this is not the time to be pondering over the status of your relationship either – he has you right here under him, mewling and whining; he has more important things than that. he'll bare the consequences tomorrow. he's just being a good friend right now.

fuck... he wishes he could record the shy little sounds you're making though. he knows they're unintentional – he can feel how warm you are. how warm you are everywhere. he wishes he could record you, so he wouldn't have to only use his imagination every night when he jerks off to the thought of you. you're just roomies; just friends.

"you taste so fucking good, i might jus' eat you alive." he mutters before wetting his lips and starting on another mark. he grinds his hips down against you again and groans when you push his head closer to yourself.

"you– ah... my fake boyfriend really seems to, hmpff– enjoy this." you mewl out as your free hand finds its way under his shirt, fingers tracing over his side. he shudders against you and a little lust-blown smile takes over your lips. you slide your fingers upward, letting them glide over the strong muscles of his back. your hips are now moving in tandem, not too slow nor too fast – just enough to drive the both of you insane.

"my fake girlfriend seems to be enjoying it even more." his tongue dances on your skin, the wet warm muscle making your breath hitch alongside the word.

girlfriend.

satoru calling you his in that sweet voice is something new. it's just a word though, it doesn't mean anything.

your body betrays you when you grab onto him stronger, push him against you stronger. satoru is almost completely flat against you and it feels great. your hips aren't stopping – you push up as he pushes down and it feels great. your eyes roll into your head when you feel him bite down on you again before sucking on your tender skin and you reward him by pressing your nails into his back. he groans and the vibrations from it echo through your whole body. back arching off the couch, you try to close whatever gap there might be left between you. satoru's hand stays firmly on your neck, not letting you run away anywhere (not that you'd fucking go anyway).

you're fairly sure that you can feel his hard-on but you don't question it; grinding up against it instead. he nips at your skin and pulls away, quietly admiring his sloppy little masterpiece and then he's lowering himself for a third one. another faint whimper slips from the depths of your throat and he opens his mouth to make you suffer further, to tease you about being so damn sensitive to his touch but three loud knocks against your apartment door shut him up.

your eyes widen as you stare up at satoru but he just stares back at you just as dumbfoundedly. he's ready to dive back in when a voice calls out.

"PIZZA DELIVERY!"

...

you let out a small fuck and satoru's head falls into the crook of your neck, hiding from the monster that is the pizza delivery man that he himself indeed called for. he leaves a couple of wet smooches down the expanse of your chest before smiling at you with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. he pushes himself off of you and swiftly fixes himself and heads for the door. he ruffles his hair and clears his throat before opening it, casting a nearly perfect smile at the delivery guy while you're left panting on the couch, neck wet with his drool and saliva and a terrible ache between your legs.

after satoru sends the man off with a big tip, he plops back down to the couch and places the pizza between you two like nothing had happened. he's not as slick as he thinks he is though because the flush on his cheeks and neck stays on for way too long and he can't sit still for the life of him. he keeps eyeing you, your neck, every time he grabs a new slice – the drying saliva reflecting in the light coming from the tv screen. after three slices he excuses himself to the bathroom, grinning at you stupidly as he insists that he's just gonna go for a piss. ususally you'd make fun of him, tease the living hell out of him but you just can't this time. you're not doing any better than he is. was the tv volume this quiet before or did you do that after you heard him lock himself into the bathroom?

you're not trying to listen in, are you?

+ you can find more of roomie!gojo here!

+ hihihi @staryukis & @elusivemoon

#fic!recs #RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #MICKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY #'i could always mark you up' AND HES SO CASUAL ABT IT EVEN THO IK THAT MF IS SCREAMING ON THE INSIDE #him using pretty as a petname...... does things.... i cannot #'i wanna hear it baby' UR KIDDDDINN G I AM SO PATHETIC #'he's just being a good friend' mhmhmhmhmhmhmhm #his sloppy little masterpiece #i #ummm #hnngghjhh #ROOMIE GOJO MAKES ME FERAL MICKEY #SMUG PRETTY SILLY MAN AHHH HDHSHSHSHS

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I would be obsessed with a prince!au Sukuna 👁️👁️ him being the cold ruthless prince but then reader comes and he's not to ruthless anymore haha 🤭

Going back to my previous ask with reader eating a finger, that would be so juicy 👀 the angst of it all sukuna and yuji would be devastated 😭

I hope you've been good Mona🩷

-☁️

prince!sukuna's change in demeanor would creep up on you. he's made it clear he's not interested, so you try your best to steer clear of him.

but he watches you from afar. he hears whispers of your benevolent nature, regardless of whether you're interacting with the royal court or the common folk.

even if you avoid him, you still treat him cordially when duty demands you share one another's company. his wickedness is well known, and yet, it doesn't deter you.

he admires that. though it's a secret, even to himself.

one night as you share your evening meal together, a generally new occurrence, small talk passes between the two of you.

when there's a lull in the conversation, you point out. "you're different now."

this confuses him. "because i inquired as to whether you like the duck?"

you nod, doing little to hide the tug at the corner of your mouth. "three moons ago, you'd have been happy to see me choke on it."

"that's... not true."

"oh? were your sharp remarks meant to convey your fond regard for me?"

it's only when he raises his brow at you that you realize you've gone too far. you inwardly scold yourself for displaying such irreverence.

"my apologies, my prince. i meant no—"

"no matter," he cuts you off. "it... pleases me... to hear you speak so freely."

#m!answers #m!writes #idek where this came from? #hi cloud nonnie!!!!! #always a pleasure to see you in my inbox!!! #hope march is treating you well!!! #the finger!!!! #everyone has been so angsty w masq sukuna lately we are all so evil heheheheeh #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines

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Hi! I read your Frankenstein piece before and didn't find out until now that it's part of a series until I dug my likes and found it again just to get that vibe your writing elicits in me. And here we are. I absolutely love how you write, the literature behind it, everything. I'm so in love with the idea of this gruff but sweet Sukuna. So, thank you.

But can I tell you something? Indulge this anon, would you?

When I read the Camus part and the aftermath of the "grocery incident" (didn't wanna put spoilers here), a part of my past I thought long closed and over now come back to the surface and rip me open. I found myself contemplating it for quite a while since I happened upon your story. Maybe I'm delusional, but you've pretty much written how that one moment in my life unfolded as if you were there to see it all. Just without the giggling parts.

This complicated person once became a part of my life. I am in no way romanticizing being involved with someone so terrible in their ways because of their background, but there's just something so riveting about them when they deviate from their usual ways just for you because they're terrified of what it could do to you. Makes you feel kinda special in a way despite the obvious consequences. Such was our bond. I married that man because, like your character, seeing him for what he truly was and everything that he's capable of, I thought it changes nothing between us. Well, used to be married. Didn't, COULDN'T work out.

In light of that, I'm so excited to see how it would turn out for your character and Sukuna. I had been wrong believing that (well, mine was no Sukuna, I guess haha) but I hope your character isn't.

No problem if that's not the direction you're taking of course, and I'll still love, LOVE your story regardless. Thank you because I finally got the chance to really think about that part of me in an objective way without crumbling every time I try to come to terms with it. And sorry for the long read.

I'll go read your other pieces, too. I wish you a great day and may your heart's wishes come true. 🤗

i can't thank you enough for your willingness to share your story with me. it's rewarding to know that my writing has touched you so deeply, and honestly, i feel undeserving. you have my gratitude nonetheless. please never apologize for sharing something so significant. i admire you for doing so<3

i'm sorry that your marriage didn't turn out the way you thought it would. you deserve someone who extends kindness to everyone, and who regards you with warmth and softness.

thank you again for your kind words and your time, both in reading my work and sharing your thoughts on it. i wish you healing, growth, and happiness. have the best night, dear anon<3

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