I Can Fix Him!

Guys this is the life advice we need

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Pookie do like what icks bllk boys get (not specifically about reader) 🫶🫶🫶

Idek if I make sense

“ICKS” BLLK BOYS GET

Notes: YES OFC 🤩🤩 hope this was what you had in mind :D (also so sorry for taking long- I had trouble thinking about this lol)

characters: Bachira, Reo, Sendou, Oliver, Rin, Otoya

again, again, don’t take this seriously 💀

BLLK BOYS “ICKS”

BACHIRA MEGURU

is so hurt when his close friends / y/n doesn’t return his affection- 

If someone does the “who?” “Who asked?” Thing. Yeah he doesn’t like that

Pretty much people who make others feel small or unimportant

It’s kinda hard to make Bachira hate ppl tho

When the weather app lies

When he’s a few cents short and the cashier won’t let it slide (that pisses me off to no end oml)

MIKAGE REO

snobby ppl

Ppl who don’t care about what he’s saying

When ppl wear mismatched socks

When ppl loud in quiet settings

Side-eyers 

SENDOU SHUTO

when ppl invade his personal space (if he’s not super duper close with them)

Mean people 😭

When people cut him in line

When ppl judge him

0.5 photos

AIKU OLIVER

when ppl chew with their mouth open

Dry Texters

ppl who walk in front of him

women who know their worth

ITOSHI RIN

I had an awful time thinking about his omg

when ppl don’t look at him when he goes “ahem” very loudly LMAOO

When he gets left on read (only he can do that!! 🙄)

When people talk about how “hard” there day was

pick me girls/boys (they all drive him mad)

OTOYA EITA

When girls don’t wanna talk about soccer or video games

gay girls (OKAY B4 YOU COME AT ME HEAR MY REASONING. he hates gay girls bc they are taking away girls from him LOLL) 

(Also he is convinced that he could “change” lesbians …🧍‍♀️)

When people tell him Naruto is ass

When he gets called out for his fucked up toenails

THANKS FOR READING :D

made may 25th 2024

MASTER.FUCKING.PIECE.🤧👌🏻

Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.

Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?

Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.

Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”

Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-

“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.

Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”

“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.

Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“

“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.

You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.

Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.

“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.

You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”

“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.

You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.

Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.

All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.

You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.

Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”

You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”

“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”

And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.

One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.

He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead? 

Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.

He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.

Now that was a sight to see. 

“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.

When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.

Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.

Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering. 

You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?” 

The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.

“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”

He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??

Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.

You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”

All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.

His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.

It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs. 

Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.

Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.

Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—

“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him. 

Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.

Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.

You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.

A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”

“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”

You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”

Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.

His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”

Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”

…

Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.

She said everything there was to be said.

𝐅𝐚𝐯 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬!!

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I 100% recommend giving their blogs a look!

Yummy angst🫶🏻🥴🤌🏻

They cheat on you

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

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Love this girl!

Volume Up

Smau: in which you ask them to send a video of them doing push ups  Warnings:  18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiromi

No crumbs were left. What? Crumbs? What crumbs?

Sukuna Out Here Street Fightin', Where You Attttt?

Sukuna was, as always, a walking disaster. Sassy, mean, selfish, and egotistical—he never missed a chance to remind you (and the entire world) how lucky you were to be dating him. And sure, no one ever talked about how he begged you to date him, but he'd somehow rewritten that history in his head. You had to roll your eyes every time he casually flexed in the mirror or commented on his “godlike physique” while you were just trying to make breakfast.

After you two got together, Sukuna calmed down—just a bit, though. A tiny bit. The only reason for that was because you were a homebody, and he was obsessed with you. He hated being away for more than two seconds, so his usual chaos-making was put on pause. For the most part. But when he did get out of the house, you practically had to beg his friends to drag him out so they could spend some time with him.

Of course, you knew he’d only last an hour. Two hours max if he was feeling especially “generous,” as he called it. Any longer, and he’d be banging on the door, demanding your attention again.

Today was one of those days. He’d been gone for, what, a whopping ninety minutes? Just as his friends were getting comfortable, Sukuna’s phone rang. His smirk immediately appeared when he saw your name flash on the screen.

"What is it, woman? Miss me already?"

He didn’t even wait for a response as he strolled toward his car, leaving his friends mid-conversation. Honestly, how they put up with his attitude was a mystery. Then again, they probably liked the peace and quiet when he wasn’t talking their ears off about how amazing he was.

"Sukuna," you started, sounding serious—an instant red flag for him. "Do you want to fight?"

That stopped him in his tracks. Sukuna, fight? Oh, he was born for this. He practically lived for it. The guy was ready to throw hands with anyone over anything. His blood practically sang at the idea.

His voice dropped to that dangerous tone he reserved for anyone dumb enough to get on his bad side. "What happened? You okay?"

"My friend's boyfriend cheated on her, and now he's coming to our place, blaming me for her breaking up with him. He's talking mad crazy… and I think he's bringing his friends."

The sheer nerve of someone thinking they could show up at your place, running their mouth? That was enough to set him off.

Sukuna paused mid-step, his smirk widening as a new thought popped into his head. He turned around, giving his friends that mischievous glint in his eye. “Oi, you deadbeat! You up for a good fight?”

His friends, lounging around and probably grateful for the brief respite from his constant boasting, blinked in confusion. One of them, clearly not paying attention, tilted his head. “Wait, what?”

Sukuna sighed dramatically, rubbing his temple like he was dealing with toddlers. "God, what was his name? Toji? Yeah, you!" He pointed at one of the guys, who was just minding his business. “Do you good one and two and get over here.”

Toji, looking completely lost, raised an eyebrow. “Do I… what?”

Sukuna waved his hand impatiently, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. There’s a bunch of losers heading to my place right now, and they think they can start something. Just get in the fucking car."

Without waiting for them, he turned his attention back to you on the phone, fully aware you’d heard everything. The grin on your face said it all—you thought he was an idiot. And, to be fair, he kind of was. A complete dumbass, really, but he was your dumbass.

“Tell me when they get there. Don’t open the door and stay quiet. I’ll be there in five,” he commanded, like this was some kind of action movie and he was the hero swooping in.

You stifled a laugh. “Okay, just… don’t speed, Sukuna. I’m serious.” There was a pause before you softened your voice, feeling a little bit ridiculous, but still… “Love you.”

For a second, Sukuna’s smirk faltered, replaced by the slightest hint of a softer expression. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Now hang up—I’ve got idiots to deal with.”

And just like that, the dangerous, cocky grin was back on his face as he threw his phone onto the passenger seat and revved the engine.

His friends, barely in the car, exchanged knowing glances. “How is she not sick of him yet?” one of them muttered, earning a chuckle from the rest.

But Sukuna? He didn’t hear a word.

Both groups arrived at the same time, but Sukuna didn’t even bother parking the car properly—he just flung open the door and stepped out like a man on a mission. His friends followed suit, stepping out with the same resigned energy of people who knew this was just another day with Sukuna. You, of course, knew how this would go. You’d seen it before. Sukuna didn’t waste time with trash talk or back-and-forth. He had one method: charge in, swing hard, and make sure whoever stood in front of him regretted it.

As soon as Sukuna’s feet hit the ground, the ex barely had time to blink. Sukuna was already charging at him like a freight train, too big, too fast, and with hands ready to do damage. The ex-boyfriend, who had been talking big earlier, didn’t even get a chance to throw a punch. Sukuna was all over him.

But oh, Sukuna wasn’t just satisfied with beating the guy. No, he had to taunt him too—classic Sukuna. You’d heard stories about him making grown men cry just from his sharp tongue mid-fight, and you were about to witness it firsthand.

The fight escalated quickly, turning into a full-blown brawl. Sukuna’s friends, seeing the ex’s crew trying to get involved, jumped into the fray without hesitation. It was chaotic, fists flying everywhere, but Sukuna? He was having the time of his life, grinning while easily handling the ex-boyfriend.

From your spot on the porch, you were already recording everything on your phone, laughing at how ridiculous but utterly entertaining the whole scene was. The ex had been running his mouth earlier, acting tough, but now? Now he was getting mopped. And it was all on camera.

Then it happened—mid-fight, the ex tried to get a cheap shot in and managed to rip Sukuna’s white shirt, exposing his tattooed, sweaty chest. You saw your moment.

"Take the shirt off, baby!" you shouted, laughing.

Without even pausing, Sukuna grinned like the showman he was, ripping the rest of the shirt clean off while still stomping the ex into the ground. The guy didn’t stand a chance.

Sukuna, never one to miss an opportunity to show off, turned his whole body toward you, flexing like he was on stage, showing off his v-line, his insane tattoos, and that perfectly sculpted body. He knew exactly what he was doing, and honestly, so did you.

“Get ready for me when I finish beating his ass,” Sukuna called out to you with a wink, before turning back to his poor opponent, who was probably regretting every decision that led him here.

You couldn’t stop laughing, capturing every second on your phone. It was ridiculous, it was over-the-top, but it was also just another day with Sukuna.

<^><^>

sukuna calling toji deadbeat is my favorite thing

Men with muscular thighs oml😌🤧😍

seeing toji’s caked up ass and smacking it.

he was innocently on his phone, lying on his stomach with his feet in the air before he felt a hard slap landing on his butt.

“what. the. fuck.”

you couldn’t not burst out laughing at the almost horrified tone in his voice while loving the sight of toji’s open mouth, cheeks tinting an adorable pink.

he was gobsmacked, speechless while you stood there giggling at his shock.

his gaze simply screamed why but his butt was just there, all round and tempting.

the combination of his thick thighs clenched and slutty shorts riding up his meaty legs quite frankly had you drooling — let alone the slither of skin showing from his jumper sliding up.

why would you not give it a smack ?

Only one I 100% agree with so far😌

which of the men whimper?

oh I have thoughts (18+)

satoru gojo

satoru gojo 1000% whimpers. sub!satoru supremacy. with how powerful he is, he loves being at his partner’s mercy. he loves being edged, tied up, degraded. and he definitely whimpers while all of this happens. he’d even whimper your name as you made him cum, his quiet noises just for your ears.

choso kamo

no one can look at how soft choso is for his brothers and say he doesn’t whimper for his partner. he would whimper your name if he thought you were upset with him, burying his face in the nape of your neck. he’d whimper when you’d overstimulate him, unable to form words, only whimpers and gasps as he came again. choso is the number 1 whimperer in my mind.

yuta okkotsu

maybe post jjk zero yuta is different but I think either way, yuta whimpers. look at this sweet boy. he’s definitely whimpering your name, begging you to touch him, or just whimpering when finally do, already so needy for your touch that the sounds escape his throat before he can even stifle them. he’s whimpering your name when you part from a languid kiss, breaths coming out in pants as he does, as he looks up at you kiss ruined and pliant.