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troythecatfish · 1 day
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wri0thesley · 5 months
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he’s smiling he’s smiling he’s smiling
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inkounderscore · 2 months
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HELLO CHOSOYUKI NATION I COME BEARING GIFTS
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HERES MY ANIMATIC THERES NO ANGST NO SAD STUFF AT ALL I PROMISE :3
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xavviquz · 3 months
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♥︎ you were a fool to think he were any different than the rumors spoken. - sukuna x fem!reader ♥︎ PT.3 (last part)
➡︎ pt.1 , pt.2 //
warnings // !MDNI! mentions of abuse, bruises, hitting, degrading, objectifying, nicknames (slut, whore, useless, brat, ect.), one-sided love, yelling, tying up, masochist, not proofread, dark fanfic
notes // hii so this is the last part of this series! i genuinely did enjoy writing this for you guys and i hope you like it! wc: 889
synopsis: as much as sukuna hates you, he loves the pleasure you bring him.
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a monster is what he is, you thought. he didnt know love, he didnt know fear, he didnt know anything of the human emotion, or what makes anuthing human for that matter.
as he surprised you with a knife at hand, your eyes darted towards sukuna, gritting your teeth as your hands shook, the sharp tip of the knife pointed towards sukuna. your body shook as he stood unsurprised, disappointed even. though some part loved him, your whole body and soul said other wise. your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach as the sharp object in your hand kept flying at sukuna.
he looked unbothered and unphased, gripping on your wrist so so tightly to the point you felt as if it were to snap off.
in the early stages of humans, this is what you were. bare naked and vicious, thats what he built you to be. he reduced you down to what this whole world was centuries ago.
as the womans muffled screams and cries broke you from your sudden trance of immense pain, you noticed you had just dropped tnhe knife from your hands due to his sheer strength. you clenched your teeth, turning around your whole arm just for that knife. it would be your last chance before you killed him. your last chance of seeing the light of day and you had to take that to your advantage. you just didnt know that this world was consumed with evil and cursed spirits.
as you twisted your arm and now had the grasp of the knife in your hands, you quickly aimed for his feet, anything with the most pain and the most veins.
your vision almost went black, splotches of black and white filled your vision as you tried to realize what had happened. your eyes were double visioned, trying to look up at the figure walking towards you. as you realized what had happened, your head was bleeding, gushing out whatever it could and all that it could.
you held your heads wound, sukuna laughing historically at your attempt to scar him. he kicked the blade towards you, holding your shoulders as he shook you like a bag of bones. “c’mon dont tell me thats all you got. get up.” he said, practically slappinng your face back and forth, too exhilarated by the sudden change in mind.
you let out a shriek, grabbing the blade once more. this time, he stayed still. he let you stabbed him and you knew it by the way he was smiling. by the way that devilish grin was plastered on his face, known to do something so unbelievable, so evil, so mad, so insane.
his rough claw-like hand gripped your chin, blood seeping his clothes as his side got slashed. sukuna was making a mockery of your attempt to kill him and you known that all too well.
as tears had filled your eyes, your head throbbing as the womans whines had stopped from the sudden bang, you felt helpless and worthless, like there was no meaning and nothing for you here.
your eyes followed his tall figure, grasping at the womans waist just before his hand went straight through her. her body was now stained with a dark but bright red, it filled the room with such a metal like smell. sukuna’s hands was probably already stained with blood and the deaths of many. but why did this one make you the angriest? she didnt deserve that and you knew it. sure she was a bit frustrating, but you knew deep down, if that was you, getting fucked so so gently by him.. you would’ve acted the same way.
the womans cries and groans grew silent, the rope that kept her body dangling was now cut. your eyes were struggling keeping you awake. tears streamed down your face, your expression unchanged. sukuna smiled, cooing at your defeated face filled him with pleasure. he lifted you into his arms, his second pair of eyes looking at you while his first pair looked forward, heading to some sort of bathroom. it wasn’t the brightest, still dirty, but better than that hell you saw each passing day.
your head was still bleeding, your cells working its best to close it, but to no avail. there was a pounding in your head along witht he sudden sound of running water and him leaving you there. he left the room in such a quiet manner.
maybe this is what he brought you here for. to die silently though that was the total opposite of his purpose. he was supposed to clean you up to do the same that he had done to that woman and the woman before.
the tub filled just enough for you to sink down into your worries, small bubbles of hair had left your mouth as a smile was plastered onto your lips. you thought about your times living, every moment that you’d like to remember. the shapes of the clouds, the weather of the sky, the stars burning bright to guide you when you couldnt find your way. your eyes shut, a final air bubble rised to the surface as you were knocked unconscious.
what you hated the most, is the fact you cursed eachother. and now, it made it impossible to leave.
a/n: please consider reblogging, liking, and leaving recommendations ♡ ! @frogzxch
Ⓒ xavviquz- dont copy, repost, or modify
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flowerofbuffoonery · 7 months
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if all the "Dazai is alive" manifestations worked for the bsd fandom, then all the "Gojo is alive" manifestations will work for the jjk fandom.
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hockeyisforthegays · 3 months
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choso and yuuji no holds barred beating each others asses with intent to kill and then waking up the next day to say "That was a misunderstanding and we're over it now." is the closest gege has EVER gotten to writing what siblings are actually like
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duckydee-0 · 1 month
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Me to myself whenever I use incorrect grammar like no i didn't raise myself like that dude
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leithvit · 3 months
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I present to you my first ever try in cosplay🥺
I am really happy about how it turned out because i didn't have anything except for impulsive confidence ✊
But here it is our beloved onii-chan 🤲
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dawnxwinery · 7 months
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I made a playlist for THE Gojo Satoru because I miss him so bad 🥺
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troythecatfish · 4 days
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wri0thesley · 5 months
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cw: reader x nanami, not sfw, fantasising, kissing, horny. a companion piece to the first ever nanami fic i wrote! 949 words.
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You feel better than he could ever have imagined.
Breathless nights on his own, one hand wrapped around his cock and one hand in front of his mouth to muffle the shame of whining and moaning the name of someone he wasn't officially attached to (and, in fact, whom he had tried in vain to not see in such a way) . . . they don't remotely compare to this.
Oh, some of his fantasies come back to him when he kisses you. He remembers how he imagined kissing you back then, and what you would taste like - this is a clumsier, a clash of tongue and teeth, you panting helplessly into his mouth - but this is far more true and raw and real. This is what it feels like to have been pining over someone for months and for the frenzy of sensation to finally come to a head - this, and the way your hands rake through his hair. The way that he can feel your heart beat so fiercely against his chest, and even more so when he trails his mouth over the cheeks he has imagined pinching and squeezing and having wrapped around his cock. Even more so when his teeth graze your neck, the fluttering pulse point, and you make a noise like a whine and he has never been more aware of just how intensely hard he is in his trousers.
"Kento--"
He remembers how you said his name in his daydreams and nighttime sins, but it is nothing compared to how it sounds when it comes out of you in a plea, when you take his big hands and you place them squarely upon the curve of your chest and encourage him to squeeze. You are so soft; even through the callouses on his palms from wielding his weapon and the layer of your clothing, Nanami knows you will feel like satin beneath his fingertips.
Your own fingers dance nervously at the collar of his shirt, tugging his tie off. He realises, as the tips of your nails graze the bob of his Adam's apple, that he outright growls at the contact -and your eyes go wide and blown, your mouth half-open.
"Can I?" You ask, your tone a little shy - and Nanami cannot bring himself to speak, not when his fantasies have been dropped into his lap even though he doesn't feel as though he deserves them, and all he can offer you is a nod and the feeling of his own fingers pulling none-too-gently at your shirt.
You laugh a huffing, breathless noise as one of your buttons pops off and flies somewhere across the room, probably never to be found again.
"I didn't think you'd be . . . this eager--" You say to him, sounding bashful. You look up at him all lovely, nervous and bold and alluring all at once, and Nanami cannot hold himself back.
"I've wanted to do this to you for months," he admits, in a strained voice. "You wouldn't get out of my head."
"Oh," you say, your fingers working at his collar - the buttons slipping through sweat-slick fingers, and finally his button holes. Your lashes flutter as you push the shoulders off of him, and his body is finally revealed to you; the broad shoulders, the scars, the sinewy muscle that he hides behind his clothes all day. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, as if you're about to make a confession. "Then . . . you won't feel that I'm being inappropriate when I tell you how many times I touched myself and thought of you?"
That pushes him over the edge.
Before he can think twice of it, he's guiding you to the bed, practically throwing you down upon it. You bounce on the mattress and pillows with another breathless laugh that goes straight to his cock, and he does not need to ask you to pull off the rest of your clothes. Your underwear is halfway down your thighs before he's managed to unbutton his own fly.
To think, all of those nights he has spent thinking about you - imagining the noises you would make if he eased himself inside of you, imagining the silky wet cling of your cunt on his cock, imagining your lips wrapped around his shaft and drool dripping down your chin as you looked up at him with adoration and worship in your eyes--
In another part of the city, you were doing the same thing.
In another bed, you had one hand between your thighs; your fingers stuffed inside of you in an echo of his cock, your hips shaking, your slick leaking out all over the bed as you rubbed and crooked and fucked yourself silly on your own digits wishing they were his.
Did you imagine him knelt between your legs like he was praying? His tongue, lashing your clit? Did you imagine his big fingers scissoring and and out of you? His voice, murmuring low praises about how good you were and how well you were taking him? His hips, pistoning in and out of you?
Did you imagine him filling you up with his come; wanting you so badly that he kept thrusting even after his release, your hole oozing a frothy mixture of his come and your own arousal, until you were both wet and messy and couldn't remember where he began and you ended?
It doesn't matter.
As Nanami bears down on you - as he kisses you again, as all of his fantasies come true at once and he is deliriously, impossibly happy - he knows that neither of you will ever need to fantasise about each other again.
Not when you have the real thing.
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inkounderscore · 9 days
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HI TUMBLR PLEASE GIVE ME SATOSUGU FIC RECOMMENDATIONS PREFERABLY LONG ONES
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theloveliestembrace · 8 months
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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✧
angst; 🐬 fluff; 🥤 smut; 💄 dark content; 🍒
coming soon!
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hockeyisforthegays · 4 months
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you would think gojo and nanami would have divorcee solidarity but they don't because like. Gojo Satoru was served divorce papers in front of a KFC. Nanami Kento was born divorced. they are not the same
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shiro249 · 5 months
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Rest easy now Nanamin...enjoy yourself in Malaysia. 🥹
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