Pov: Sukuna Asks For Your Hand In Marriage

js went on to look at the latest in the hamzah tag and it's writers saying theyre quitting, and then i went to check my favourite writer's blog and everything is GONE, like posts, reblongs n everything

(っ◞‸◟ c) like ahh what's happening oh my gosh??

the way you draw sukuna... makes me fall for him harder... that's not supposed to happen 😭 i'm supposed to be his biggest and most devoted hater... why is your art so good 😭😭😭

then I’m afraid ur not ready for this one anon. This might be the best sukuna that I’ve drawn

The Strongest duo is weak to 🐱

cw: missionary, breeding, impregnation yayayaya, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), gspot stim, edging, groping. some fluff! MDNI!

nanami kento loves you so incredibly much, it's almost ridiculous. the man absolutely adores you and every moment spends with you. you're just so beautiful that even after all the time of being together, your smile pulls at the strings of his heart.

nanami wants nothing more than to begin the next chapter of your shared life and start a little family with you. at times, it's all he'll think about, but he won't bring it up as he believes it should be you who makes that call. so he'll patiently wait whilst he daydreams about the whole process, from making love to you, to the whole 9 months, to when your bundle of joy is finally snuggled into your arms and you're tiredly yawning. he'll daydream about everything.

when the two of you are getting ready for bed one night, he's immediately dizzy with excitement when he hears your shy, murmuring voice.

"kento, i think .. i think i want us to start trying."

you've never seen his head whip so fast to look at you with a glint in his honeyed eyes and before you know it, he already has you sitting on the edge of the bed with your shirt and shorts discarded and tossed onto the floor—leaving you seated in just a pair of cotton panties.

his knees are against the carpet as he's sat between your knees, strong arms hooked underneath both of your thighs to keep them spread as he presses light kisses against your inner thighs. every few kisses, his lips drag along your sensitive skin and he's letting out an exhale of warm arm as he relishes in the way you're trying your best to stop the involuntary jerks of your hips.

"sensitive, hm?" he's pressing a smirk into your thigh as he gives you another kiss, brown eyes locked onto your flustered face.

you don't answer, fingers gently gripping onto the sheets of your bed as he places another smooch along your bare inner thigh.

"answer me, pretty." he murmurs against your skin and you're letting out a shaky exhale that you didn't know you were holding in.

"um- yeah.. just a little.." you sound so sheepish when you respond and nanami's smirk remains put.

"a little?" he repeats and as if he's testing the validity of your answer, your inner thighs are now being met with open mouthed kisses.

he lightly sucks at the skin and your fingers grip the sheets a little harder, a tiny whimper escaping your lips as you close your eyes. your head's falling back as you let out an airy sigh and he's unhooking an arm from underneath your thigh so he can press a palm against your chest, silently encouraging you to lay back and you follow.

you lean back onto the bed, holding yourself up with your elbows to look down at him and he pulls back—breath hitching in his throat when he sees the little damp spot right on the crotch of your panties. cute ... he presses the pad of his thumb right into the wet spot and immediately feels the heat of your drooling cunt behind the fabric.

his face grows stern and he's holding back a groan. his thumb presses in a little harder until it's right against your hole, the only thing separating the two of you from bare contact being the flimsy fabric still clinging onto your hips.

nanami runs his thumb upwards, leaving your hole and stilling right when he gets to your clit. he runs ghostly circles over your clothed clit and your jaw tenses at the very light stimulation.

"kento .." you sigh, jaw visibly tensing as he applies a little more pressure after you speak.

"hm?" he hums, eyes alternating between his thumb and the damp patch on your underwear that already looks like it's growing in size.

"feels good .." you readjust your elbows, still continuing to look down at him as he continues his soft ministrations on your clit.

"yeah? tell me all about it, gorgeous.." the corners of his lips curl upwards as he smiles at you.

his smile is so warm and your lips are falling apart so you can answer.

"just.. when you circle.. my clit like that.." you're sheepishly murmuring now, and as you do so, he's dipping his fingers into the side of your panties to get a better feel.

you choke on your words when his bare thumb envelopes itself in your slick, breath shaking as his wet thumb drags to circle your clit.

"kento."

"keep telling me about it. what feels good, baby?" he presses further for you to answer and you whine at the fact that he's wanting you to use your brain instead of just letting you moan for him.

"you rubbing my clit feels so fucking good, kento.." your fingers are gripping the sheets again and you press your lips together for a moment to collect yourself.

his thumb catches onto your clit just right and you're gasping out a moan, eyes closing as you continue,

"it's s- so much better when you do it. fuck, it just feels so much better." you're almost moaning out the last words, so enveloped by the stimulation that you don't realize that his fingers are hooking underneath your panties and pulling them to the side.

"feels better when it's my hands touching you, right?" he asks and right as your lips part so you can agree with him—the tip of his middle finger presses right against your drooling hole for a second before slipping past the ring.

"o- oh!" you hiccup, his finger sliding in until your little spasming ring is clinging onto the first knuckle of his finger.

"yeah. i bet it feels so much better, my sweet girl." he coos and slides his finger in further until the second knuckle is bumping against your slit. "there you go, baby."

he pulls his finger back before pushing it back in and the thumb on your clit resumes it's ministrations. your stomach flexes as he pleasures you, pulling out little mewls and moans from your mouth.

your back is fully hitting the mattress now as you fully surrender to nanami, hips rolling forward to meet his working fingers. his thumb applies more pressure to your sensitive nub and his finger curls, prodding the tip of his digit against that spongey spot inside you that never fails to make you cry out for him.

warm tingles run down your spine to it's destination; the sopping slit between your thighs. every circling stroke of his thumb on your clit has a miniature wave of hot bliss washing over your lower tummy and it leaves your drooling cunt spasming for more, more, more.

nanami suddenly retracts his thumb and before you can complain, he's leaning down and massaging his tastebuds right against your clit.

"k-kento!" the sob you let out is pathetic and you're shakily arching your back off the bed.

he laps at your cunt, rolling your sensitive little bud against his tongue as his finger only works with more fervor. his digit is shining with your slick as he fingerfucks you, your hand flying down to grasp and tug at locks of his blonde hair.

the stimulation only makes your hips buck more and now you're practically humping your dripping cunt into his needy mouth. your clit grinds against his tongue and you feel the invasion of a second finger stretching out your weeping hole.

"k-ken .." you cry, his fingers curling into your sensitive spot, hole squeezing tightly onto his digits.

he grunts like a starved man against your pussy and you're being dragged closer and closer to the edge of what feels to be the most earth shattering orgasm.

"close, k-ken—so.. so fucking close." you're moaning, little pants and whimpers leaving you that have no intent of stopping.

you're right there. all that's needed is a few strokes of his fingers, a few swipes of his tongue, and you'll be sobbing out melodies as you cum on his face.

but .. nanami doesn't want you to cum yet. no, the only time you're gonna be cumming is when his cock is spearing your needy pussy open and he's filling you to the brim with his load.

to your dismay, the stimulation suddenly fades into the distance as nanami pulls away. his fingers drag out of your cunt, leaving your empty cunt spasming around nothing as your clit that was once warm with his mouth is now being uncomfortably soothed by the cold air in the bedroom.

he was reluctant to pull away, but nanami needs to keep you right on the edge for him. he needs to make your pussy so needy that it's opening up even more for him. he needs to make your hole so desperate that it clings onto anything and everything it's given—whether it's his cock or his cum. nanami has to be sure you take what he gives.

he's quietly pulling the fabric of your panties back over your dripping slit to cover it.

"kento.. wanted to cum." he hears you sulking, your hips bucking into emptiness as you crave his touch.

"patience, baby." he hums, finally standing up from the floor as his hands work to undo the buckle of his belt before deftly pulling it from the loops of his trousers.

"can you be patient for me?" nanami asks, honeyed eyes looking down to admire you in all of your beauty.

you look so pretty. all for him.

"i can be patient, kento." nodding your head, you spread your thighs further as you hear his belt hit the floor, followed by the glorious sound of a zipper being undone. "just g-give it to me soon, okay?"

your sheepish display of neediness has him letting out a chuckle, his thumbs dipping underneath the waistband of his trousers and boxers to pull the combined fabrics down his muscular legs. his cock springs free, flying up to thump against his stomach before falling forward and bobbing slightly.

"oooh .." he coos, "are you making orders now?" his pointer and middle fingers hook underneath the waistband of your panties, pulling the flimsy cotton down your legs and tossing it besides the previously discarded clothes on your floor.

you're completely nude for him now.

"you know i'm not one to make you wait too long, pretty." he reminds you, gripping the base of his cock with his hand as he stands idle between your spread thighs.

your legs are instinctively lifting to hang idle at either side of his waist, silently letting him know you're ready. he leans forward, wide body hovering over your smaller one and he's placing a spread palm right beside your head in order to support his weight.

the head of his cock is gliding through your wet folds and you're sucking in a sharp breath each and every time it catches against the hood of your clit or entrance. his eyes are solely focused on where he's making the two of you meet, brows connected in concentration as he tries to stager himself off from thrusting in right then and there.

you can tell he's holding back and you're sweetly murmuring to him, "come on, ken—make me a mama, yeah?"

a switch flips in his brain when he hears your encouragement because his cockhead is immediately prodding against your hole. every prod has a noticeable pressure building behind it and he's heavily exhaling through his nose.

"yeah, pretty .." he mutters, eyes still transfixed on the way his cock is beginning to press into your cunt. "i'll make you a mama."

and just like that, he pushes forward—thick tip of his cock finally popping into your cunt, your head being thrown back as you let out a little whimper from the stretch. your hands are running up his arms and finding purchase on his shoulders, squeezing.

"kento .." the way you say his name comes out as a purr and it spurs him further, another inch of his cock pressing into your cunt.

then another, and another, and another .. until his tip is nuzzled up against your cervix. he has you so full that you think you can feel the beads of precum that your tight cunt is squeezing out of him being smeared right against the barrier.

he leans back, not hovering over your frame anymore and his hands hook underneath your thighs. he draws his hips back, cock dragging out until it's just his head being clung onto by your hole. nanami wastes no time before he thrusts forward, digging his way back to your cervix.

and he's repeating the action again, setting the perfect pace for himself and you as he starts to make love to you. he feels so deep, every thrust causing your walls to accommodate to his meaty length.

each push and pull of his hips has his cock dragging against the sweetest, most sensitive parts of your cunt—little sighs and whimpers leaving your lips that now refuse to close. it just feels too good. every brush of his tip against a particular spot has your warm walls spasming and squeezing around him and he's grunting to himself, trying his hardest not to get lost in the feeling.

"feel good, baby? am i making you feel good?" nanami asks and he's lifting a leg up to rest on his shoulder, kissing the side of your calf that flexes in response to the sweet action.

"feels so fucking good, kento.." you're struggling to get the words out when the new angle has his cock pressing right into your g-spot.

"oh my— goshhhhh .." there's a crack in your voice, your hips rolling forward right as his pelvis meets yours—his balls plapping right against your asscheeks.

there's that warmth again, those miniature waves of hot bliss and they're originating right from inside your cunt every time he stimulates that spongey spot. nanami knows how you're feeling because he feels it too.

he feels your walls squeezing him even tighter and when he looks down—it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. your pussy walls are desperately clinging onto him with each pull back of his hips, begging him to stay inside and almost looking as if it's inviting him to nestle inside as deep as he wants.

there's a coil vibrating in his stomach and his balls are starting to pulse the more he continues to thrust. nanami's hand slithers away from the duty of keeping your leg secured ontop of his shoulder—and instead slithers between where the two of your bodies meet, thumb resting right onto your clit.

"a—ah! f-fuck.. kento.." those pleasuring waves are building in strength and his thumb is drawing circles on your clit.

it doesn't help that he's already taken one potential orgasm away from you because now that he's stimulating your sensitive pearl once again, you're not sure you can last much longer. and nanami knows this and that's what he wants because he's unsure of how much longer he himself can last.

every drag of his thumb has your body reacting; hips rolling, back arching, cunt pulsing, and lips moaning relentlessly for him. you're bracing yourself for how hard this orgasm is gonna hit you, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets like they did early. shit. you're gripping so hard that your knuckles are turning white.

"it feels like you're gonna cum." he roughly grunts, the force of his thrusts growing in strength and with evidence as the two of you can hear the audible plaps. "come on, sweetheart—you can cum for me, can't you?"

nanami's coaxing is ripping a pathetic and prolonged whimper from your throat, his thumb quickening it's drawn circles on your little nub and your thighs are trembling.

"y-yeah, kento—g'nna cum.. so close.." you're starting to slur your words, body starting to become enraptured in the heat of your building orgasm.

one more circle is drawn onto your clit and you cum. hard.

your vision whites as if you've been blinded with a floodlight, body convulsing with pleasure as your cunt gushes slippery slick onto his thrusting cock. you swear that your toes curled so hard that the knuckles cracked and you can't do anything but roll your hips, working to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.

but nanami is aiding you in this as well, thumb still stimulating your clit and he's grabbing your leg, lowering it down from sitting on top of his shoulder so it can wrap back around his waist.

"k—kento!" you cry and he's leaning forward, hovering closely to your body so his face hangs right above yours.

"p-pretty girl. my pretty woman." he's murmuring, exhaling warm breath onto your face as his balls taut—ready to cum.

"i'm gonna make you a mama, yeah? gonna.. fuck. come here, pretty." he rambles and leans down further, pressing his lips against yours.

you're crying a 'kento' against his lips as his cock nuzzles right against your cervix, his pelvis right against yours and his twitching balls flush against your asscheeks as that vibrating coil in his stomach snaps—spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting into your needy and desperate womb, happily accepting all of it.

he's exhaling loudly, grunting into your lips as you whine back into his. his hips pull back slightly before thrusting back forward as if to ensure he's getting his cum in as deep as he can.

a few more deep thrusts into your cunt and he stills, keeping his cock wedged in as deep as he can as he breaks the kiss, allowing you to catch your breath that's coming out in little exhausted pants.

the two of you both collect yourselves, taking your time to calm down as the afterglow shifts into gears. nanami is first to speak, eyes tracing every feature of your face.

"you feelin' okay? you need anything?" his brows furrow like he's suddenly concerned, "i wasn't too rough, was i? anything hurting?"

you practically swallow a few more well needed breaths before you smile, eyes lidded with exhaustion as you nod your head.

"i'm okay, kento. you were perfect." you're sighing out reassurance, hands ungripping the sheets so you can cup his face. "so perfect." you grin now.

nanami takes a moment, visibly processing your words before his face relaxes and he's returning a small and tightlipped smile.

"i'm so relieved .." he admits, "you did so good, sweetheart."

his hips draw back fully until it's just his tip inside, the two of you bracing yourselves for the flood of cum that's probably gonna leak out of you and onto the bedsheets. yet, when he pulls out.. there's nothing.

the two of you pause and he stares down at your cunt that still continues to twitch from the lingering effects of such a strong orgasm. his face begins to grow sheepish the longer he stares.

"ah .." he starts, "i guess.. i really did ... cum deep.." he's muttering the words so flustered and you can't help but let out an airy giggle at his reaction.

"kento," your lips are spread into such a wide grin that your cheeks hurt, "i think that's what we want, no?"

his brown eyes blink at you and he's trying to collect himself as he nods. "i suppose so—yeah, you're right." there's still that sheepishness look etched onto his face and it only causes your grin to stay put.

"i love you." you tell him and that seems to break him out of his little spell because now he's grinning back, leaning forward to press a kiss to your head.

"love you too, pretty. so much." he reaffirms his love back to you and stands up straight, "i'm gonna start a bath for you, alright?"

you nod your head and even when nanami leaves the room to do exactly that, the last thing he sees is your pretty smile.

and your pretty smile is the first thing he sees after he opens a box that contains pajamas for a newborn alongside a positive pregnancy stick.

god. he's waited so long for this.

Mash Burnedead x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

Sometimes, Mash can't take his eyes off you. He's so focused on you, like your every move has him hypnotised; he looks at you like there's no-one else in his world. He wants to show you the garden in which his love grows, a love that's nurtured by your smile.

Your voice trickles like honey into his ears, and he swears he can hear it even when you go quiet. And then his eyes chase your lips, like he wants you to keep talking, to keep him hooked on this warm, fluffy feeling.

It was like one day you were a friend, and the next day something changed, like you came to him in a dream, and then he woke up in love.

You're in a rivalry with Lemon, who is invariably jealous when Mash shows that he prefers you. He called you pretty once and it was (Y/n): 1, Lemon: 0. She thinks you're tearing her fictitious little family apart, with deceit as your mother tongue.

But Mash trusts you. He'd put his life in your hands.

He didn’t know that love was made of a bouquet of emotions, and that one person could make him feel so happy, so protective, so comfortable. He's the first to stand up for you, and he'll be there when you cry.

He doesn’t know if you love him back, because you've never said it. But he's so dense that the eloquence of a thousand poets couldn’t tell him how you feel. He won't know unless you tell him it's love.

To Mash, you already feel like a couple. He hasn’t asked you out, nor said he loves you, but he's sure you're together. His heart is yours, and he thinks about you all the time: "I wonder what (Y/n)'s up to." "I wonder if (Y/n) would like this?" "I wanna hear their voice."

He doesn’t understand the nuances of love, but he wants to be your partner. You're his special person. He wants to do the things that lovers do, to take you on dates and spend time alone with you. But you'll have to teach him what comes next.

You make every day so bright, and he loves his life much more with you in it.

He doesn’t need to be the world's hero, when it's enough just being yours.

🥬🛍️

If only

A WHAT IF-

JJK Men: Dreaming about you after your death

· — Even months later after your tragic death by a cursed spirit, they still dream of that terrible day.

๑ Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro and Ryomen Sukuna.

๑ Content: Fem!Reader, established relationship, angst, A LOT of angst (*evil laugh*), mention of panic crisis (Choso)

๑ a/n: I enjoyed writing this so much, even though it was really sad. Ah, unlike the others, Sukuna didn't have a dream but rather flashbacks, you will understand when you read.

⸺ㅤGOJO

Gojo woke up startled, trying to grasp something that was no longer there. He barely noticed he was already crying when he woke up, the eyes you used to love and appreciate were now crying for your absence. That man who once laughed and smiled genuinely by your side had once again lost the reason to laugh and smile truly. Gojo sincerely couldn't bear to maintain that facade of a strong sorcerer, physically and mentally. He was tired, he was alone. He promised, he promised to protect you, but he failed. Now he promises that, one day, he will find you again, but for now he would just embrace the clothes you used to wear to feel your scent while he cries. Unfortunately, those clothes were already losing your scent.

⸺ㅤGETO

Geto absolutely refused to accept what had happened. He convinced himself that you would suddenly walk through the door with that smile he loves so much. He would wait however long it took for that to happen, but deep down, he knew it would never come true. That's why Geto woke up already staring directly at the door. In the dream, you walked through that door smiling, just as he had been imagining lately. It seemed so real that he could swear he smelled your scent. But the scent didn't actually come from you; it came from the stuffed animal you cherished, which Geto now slept beside every night to catch a glimpse of you being with him.

⸺ㅤNANAMI

Nanami had just returned from work. Sitting on the couch, he ended up dozing off and had that same repetitive dream about you. The day he proposed to you was certainly one of the most memorable days in Nanami's life. But that dream always ends with that cursed spirit sneaking up from behind and dragging you away from Nanami. Kento always screams and tries to run towards you, but for some reason, he never moves from his spot. Nanami opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before sighing. He glanced down at his own hand, where he still wore the engagement ring on his finger. He wouldn't dare take it off for anything, even though you're no longer physically there with him, even if the image of you looking beautiful in a white dress is now nothing more than a dream never realized.

⸺ㅤCHOSO

Choso woke up totally bewildered, panting, and in a panic. He sat on the bed while looking around, processing where he was and searching for you, but found nothing, nothing but a photo of you next to the bed. Choso couldn't take it anymore, couldn't bear to have so many panic attacks for not being able to save you that day, he wasn't there to protect you as he had promised. He failed you, and it tore him apart. He hated having to deal with these daily crises; Choso knew it was exhausting to help him in these moments, he hated worrying others. But the moment he promised to avenge you, he would fulfill it, even if it cost him his own life.

⸺ㅤTOJI

Toji woke up slowly, taking a moment to fully open his eyes due to the brightness and gradually realizing that everything he had witnessed was just a dream. In this dream, he saw you humming softly a song he already knew entirely because of you, but before he could touch you, he woke up. Toji realized he wasn't in the place he used to call home, it wasn't a home without you. He was in another one of the places he rented to spend the night. Going back to that house no longer made sense without you to welcome him with your sweet kisses and bright smile. Toji completely lost his way, delving back into the bad paths you fought so hard to steer him away from, but you were no longer there to stop him. He no longer cared about himself.

⸺ㅤSUKUNA

Sukuna closed his eyes for a few minutes when he had the vision of your face in your last moments of life, the life he himself made a point of taking, just as he had promised from the moment he first found you. For some reason, the image of your face wouldn't leave his mind anymore, and he hated it. He hated how you looked at him so tired and exhausted from everything, just accepting what was to come, how you seemed so vulnerable and fragile. No, that wasn't right. Sukuna opened his eyes as he clenched his fists, digging his nails into the palm of his hand, while frustration flowed from within him. He should have been satisfied for having fulfilled what he promised, but no, he was dissatisfied, frustrated, and didn't know if it was because you didn't even try to fight him and just accepted your end, or if it was because he had really ended you. It made no sense to him, but still, it ate away at him.

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked my first work here 🩶

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