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⊹ Lelani ⊹ she/her ⊹ 21 ⊹ UK ⊹

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MDNI ⊹ 18+

⊹ Husband!Gojo who kisses your ring finger almost subconsciously. While you’re relaxing together he’ll hold your hand in his and plant a small kiss on your ring finger every few seconds. It’s a habit he’s had since before you were married.

⊹ Husband!Gojo who says “my wife” at any opportunity he can. Can’t see you in the crowd? “Has anyone seen my wife?” If he thinks you look good, he’ll ask everyone “Isn’t my wife beautiful?” Even when you’re at home where it’s just the two of you, he’ll make a point to call you his wife. “Oh my gorgeous wifeee! Let’s go out for dinner tonight, my treat.”

⊹ Husband!Gojo who isn’t sneaky about using your skincare products, yet when you ask why they run out so fast he says, “I don’t know, Honey, maybe it’s the cursed spirits?”

⊹ Husband!Gojo who makes everything a two person task. Even simple things like the laundry or cleaning the kitchen must be done together.

⊹ Husband!Gojo whose lock screen is a picture of you. He shows it off to whoever he can, exclaiming that he can’t believe he managed to marry someone like you, bragging to anyone who will listen about how lucky he got.

⊹ Husband!Gojo who is unexpectedly domestic. He will wash the dishes, fold the laundry, hoover the house and do the rest of the chores because, “you deserve to rest, my lovely wife.”

⊹ Husband!Gojo who low-key calls you cringey nicknames, with “Wifey” being the most common.

⊹ Husband!Gojo who hates when you take your wedding ring off, even if just to shower or wash the dishes. He’ll pout and sigh dramatically until you put it back on, and when you finally do he’ll theatrically say “Good, you still love me!” or “Phew, we’re not getting a divorce!”

⊹ Husband!Gojo who loves to hug you from behind with his large, warm hands firmly interlocked over your stomach.

⊹ Husband!Gojo who suddenly made everything ‘ours’ instead of ‘mine’. “Just take our car, Honey” “Use our money to pay for that.”

⊹ Husband!Gojo who loves it when you take control in the bedroom and is a bottom (duh).

⊹ Husband!Gojo who puts his blindfold on you while being intimate.

⊹ Husband!Gojo who loves to take candid photos of you. He has a designated folder in his camera roll for them; it’s filled with hundreds of pictures of you. Ones where you’re simply sitting on the sofa watching a show, ones where you’re in the shower (he blushes when he looks back at these), ones where you’re sleeping across his chest.

⊹ Husband!Gojo who loves to hold your hand, in public and at home. He will purposely swing it around and show you off in front of others, grinning widely as he does so.

MDNI 18+

⊹ L Lawliet’s favourite way to bond with you is sitting silently while working on a case for hours on end. Despite not speaking for hours, just having your presence there means a lot to him.

⊹ L Lawliet analyses everything that you do, usually without meaning to. While most would find this to be an invasion of privacy, it allows him to know when and why your mood shifts and exactly how to make you feel better. L solves your problems before even you realise you have them.

⊹ L Lawliet is 100% genuine yet very blunt with his compliments. If he thinks you look good, he will voice it; “You look particularly delightful today.”

⊹ L Lawliet likes to leave faint marks on your body to claim you as his, but only in places where they cannot typically be seen. For instance, on your chest, waistline or thighs.

⊹ L Lawliet likes to place his head on your lap as he lays across the sofa. He won’t ask for it, but L enjoys when you gently stroke his hair while in this position; he finds it comforting. Occasionally, if he’s been working on a big case, he’ll fall asleep in this position since he’s not sleeping for long at night. L will feign cluelessness if you bring it up, though.

⊹ L Lawliet’s appreciation for sweets eventually makes its way into the bedroom. He takes joy in licking whipped cream and frosting off of your body.

⊹ L Lawliet isn’t big on physical affection, yet he favours mindlessly holding your hand while you both work on a case.

⊹ L Lawliet has surprisingly high body temperature and uses it to warm you up when the office gets chilly. He’ll pull up his chair next to you and lightly hold his shoulder to yours without saying a word.

⊹ L Lawliet often forgets to take care of himself when invested in a case. Due to this, you kindly remind him to do self care tasks, like take a shower or brush his hair. Sometimes the only way to convince L to do so is by promising to do it with him or for him.

⊹ L Lawliet subtly, yet knowingly, teases you throughout the day to build anticipation. He’ll slowly lick his lips while maintaining eye contact, then abruptly resume working as if nothing happened.

⊹ L Lawliet only shares his sweet treats with you. It’s a form of intimacy that isn’t understood by most, but he trusts that you do understand how much it means to him.

⊹ L Lawliet takes comfort in hearing your heartbeat or feeling your pulse points with his fingers. He finds that focusing in on it calms him down more than other traditional methods.

MDNI 18+

Content hums vibrate through your throat as you sit comfortably on Satoru Gojo’s lap. The subtle noise of in-game actions can be heard, most notably a ssssst-BANG followed by Satoru’s complaints about how creepers shouldn’t exist, because ‘don’t they know who they’re messing with?’.

After taking a moment to giggle to yourself and briefly admire how his face looks with a clenched jaw and furrowed brows, your focus goes back to the video you were previously watching on your phone. During the video, a song you particularly love starts to play, and in response you happily move your hips to the beat.

Satoru’s hushed grunts can be heard as he abruptly grabs your hips with two strong hands.

“Oh!” You exclaim as you suddenly stop your movement and turn to face him, confusion with a slight pink blush adorning your cheeks.

Only now do you notice how Satoru’s head has been thrown back, with his neck showing entirely. Your eyes can’t help but flicker to it for a moment, but your gaze snaps to his face before he grumbles,

“Why’d you stop?”

Your blush deepens as your eyebrows raise slightly,

“Because I thought I was hurting you.” You sheepishly admit. His expression matches yours, except the tips of his ears are flushed with a subtle pink, and the corners of his mouth are turned slightly upward.

“Just keep going.” Satoru insists as he firmly grabs your thighs, trailing one of his hands tantalisingly slow between them, maintaining eye contact as he does so.

Your breath hitches before you regain your composure, responding to the best of your ability,

“Yes Satoru, whatever you want.”

Pathetic Choso headcanons ~ thank you so much for the ask, I hope you enjoy!

18+ ⊹ MDNI ⊹

⊹ Pathetic!Choso whose apologies always include him on his knees, his needy eyes with tears threatening to fall from them staring into yours. Endless “Please”s and “Sorry”s spilling hopelessly from his lips, eager and willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to you.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso is a crybaby. He cries when he’s happy, sad, excited, overwhelmed, angry etc. Regardless of the emotion he just can’t help but cry.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso wants to match with you in every way possible. Whether it be your outfits, profile pictures or bios, he wants to be matching with you. If you ask to change your matching profile pictures, he’ll become upset and ask if you still love him.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso makes you angry on purpose because he likes to hear you shout and scream at him.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso is a massive cat person. He finds he can relate to them.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso begs you to paint his nails for him - black, of course.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso spams your phone with messages when you’re away from each other. Updating you about every little thing; what he’s wearing that day, what he’s eating for lunch, the fact he can’t stop thinking about you, asking if you’re safe, asking when you’ll be home etc. Anything at all that pops into his head.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso loves when you pull his hair, especially when his hair is down. He’ll request it while you’re being intimate.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso is overly protective of you, he might as well be your bodyguard, staring down anyone who dares walk too close to you.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso is a switch, because he gets off on doing whatever you prefer.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso is very sensitive to touch. An accidental brush past his arm or a brief peck on his cheek is all it takes to turn him on.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso peppers your whole body with kisses at any chance he gets.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso is a whimpering, pleading mess when underneath you.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso is an EATER - he can’t get enough of the taste. He says it helps him feel more connected to you.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso subconsciously traces circles with his thumb along your thigh while you rest together.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso wants to hold your hand whenever possible. In public while walking, in bed while relaxing and in the shower while you bathe each other.

⊹ Pathetic!Choso stands a little too close to you. He does it without realising, the simple need of being near you overtaking any rationality.

You dont have to of course. Either way you are amazing! 🥰

Suguru Geto headcanons for Anon ! Thank you for the ask, I hope you enjoy ~

18+ ⊹ MDNI ⊹  established relationship 

⊹ Before you started dating, Suguru would subtly threaten any guy that even looked in your direction, never mind anyone that tried to make a move on you. However, Suguru would never do this infront of you. He doesn’t like to think it may put you in an uncomfortable position.

⊹ Suguru loves it when you tie his hair into his signature up-do for him. Sometimes, he’ll ask you to brush his hair for him before you go bed; he finds it soothing.

⊹ When you wake up next to each other, Suguru smothers you in kisses. All over your face, neck, collar bone, shoulders and down your body.

⊹ Suguru loves when you scratch his back, while you’re relaxing and while being intimate.

⊹ Suguru loves being marked by you. He prefers it when you leave hickeys on his body rather than his neck, though. For example, on the inside of his thighs or along his abdomen. 

⊹ If you argue, Suguru will think about it all day. So much so that it’ll distract him as he works.

⊹ Suguru loves hearing you scream and moan his name.

⊹ Suguru prefers boobs > butt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

⊹ Suguru is usually especially gentle with you, except from when you’re being intimate. He’ll firmly grab at anything he can, whether that be your thighs, breasts or hips.

⊹ Suguru is a very patient man. He has no problem taking his time with you, being tantalising slow.

⊹ When Suguru texts you he uses proper punctuation and grammar. 

⊹ Suguru’s favourite pet names for you are Angel, Love, Darling and Gorgeous. Usually if not always prefaced with “My”.

⊹ Suguru very rarely raises his voice. Rather, he remains calm, speaking with a stern tone. 

⊹ Suguru has a hobby for painting with watercolours. Although he typically keeps it to himself, occasionally he will leave you one on your desk as a gift. He likes to paint landscapes and makes them very detailed.

⊹ Suguru is big on aftercare, always making sure you’re comfortable afterwards. He’ll lay you down gently and kiss your forehead before cleaning you with a warm, wet towel. If he feels like it’s necessary, Suguru will massage you. 

⊹ Suguru gives you condescending praise, “Look at you, falling apart for me.” “Aww, poor thing.” “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” “Such a good listener for me.” “It’s okay, you don’t need to think right now.” “Make a mess for me.” “Use your words, Darling.” 

⊹ Suguru loves to read, proven by the poems he shares with you. He will read them out loud, taking his time to articulate it properly. He’ll let you know when a poem reminded him of you. 

⊹ Suguru isn’t big on public displays of affection. But in private, he is very affectionate; physically and verbally.

⊹ Suguru is a top, and enjoys taking control.

“Haah-“ is all your throat manages as your shaky breath quickens, short jagged breaths forcing your already tired lungs to comply. 

The unforgiving terrain reveals itself under your bruised knees along with your tired fingers, dirt covered from clawing at the harsh ground beneath you. 

Head hanging low, your eyes flutter shut as you accept what’s to come, silently giving in to the inevitable. 

“I’m not done with you yet, Brat.” Sukuna states, his voice deep and dripping with pride.

With a gasp, your neck shoots up to look at the being that looms above you threateningly.

You can feel your pulse beating under your skin irregularly, even it knows you shouldn’t be alive right now. 

After a moment of blatant staring, jaw dropped as you take all of him in, you find the only words you can,

“Why did you let me live?” Your pleading eyes widen as they look up at his, helplessly searching for an answer in them.

“Why didn’t you scream and run?” Sukuna tauntingly responds as a grin adorns his face.

Lelani’s (Master)Masterlist

⊹ Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

⊹ Attack on Titan Masterlist

⊹ Unclassified, no specific character in mind Masterlist

Showering with him

⊹ Levi Ackerman

Levi Ackerman approaches you and begs you not to leave him

Please send requests into my /ask ! Can be one shots, drabbles or anything really! 18+

Sukuna x reader, enemies to lovers - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The clink of pool table balls can be heard followed by a victorious cheer, a noise unrecognisably Satoru Gojo. A huff of amusement leaves your nose while you sit comfortably on one of the surrounding sofas, watching as the events unfold. 

Opposite to you, sits Sukuna, who must have been staring at you, proven by the immediate eye contact when you look his way. He flashes you a brief smirk before pulling out his phone and altering his focus onto it. Weirdo.

After a moment, a ping comes from your phone, alerting you of a new message. It must be Kento letting you know he’s on his way, but when you check the notification it displays a different name; ‘Idiot’. Also known as Sukuna, of course. The message, mysterious and brief, says,

“You look different today.” 

Your gaze flickers up at the man behind the message, brows furrowing as to say ‘what?’. Frustrated, you decide to put him in his place. Doesn’t he know no contact is necessary between the two of you? 

“This number is for emergencies only, please refrain from contacting me again unless absolutely necessary.” You send the message before sliding your phone back into your pocket. It should allow him to understand that you aren’t interested in texting with him, regardless of how ‘different’ you look today, whatever that means.

A couple of minutes pass by without a response from Sukuna. Good, you think, he’s listened for once in his life. I mean, different? What on Earth could that mean, and who sends a text like that anyway? 

With a sigh, you pull your phone back out of your pocket and open the text conversation once more. 

“Different how?” Is what you settle on. There’s no harm in curiosity, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. Sukuna’s response follows shortly,

“Ha ha.” Is all the message read. Is he insane? 

As the minutes pass your embarrassment and regret only grows. You guess the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ isn’t for nothing. What were you thinking, why would you give in to the obvious bait? He’s won whatever game he- ping! Embarrassing yourself further, if possible, you quickly rush to read the message;

“You look nice.” Blush immediately adorns your face, and you silently beg it to leave. How could such a simple comment do this to you? It’s not like you’ve never been complimented before. Your eyes flick up to Sukuna, and as you should’ve expected, he’s already looking your way, holding your gaze. Your eyes widen as he begins to type another message.

“Is that a new blush you’ve got on?” Fuck. He knows.

Sukuna x reader, enemies to lovers - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Finally able to rest after a long, exhausting day of work, you allow yourself to browse the internet before you inevitably, and likely soon succumb to sleep. You open Instagram to see what regular people got up to today, and subsequently click on a childhood friend’s story to view it. Your face is immediately illuminated by the beautiful photograph, one where they sit at a cafe reading a book about self help, you can’t help but notice they look particularly tranquil. 

Feeling inspired to post a picture of your own, partly to show off your sub-par photography skills, but mainly to prove you can be a normal person within society and post on your socials every once in a while, you navigate to your camera roll to find the perfect photo, the one of a blooming cherry blossom you had taken a few days prior lingering in your mind. However, when opening your camera roll app, instead of being met with the beautiful pink tree, displayed are images upon images of many angles of a different being. One that’s not so beautiful, you swear.

Almost all of the photos are close up shots of Sukuna’s face, and all of them are blurry, showcasing his awful photography skills. Never have you met a man with such terrible technology literacy. In some photos, he holds up his arm, flexing his toned bicep muscles. 

“Show off.” You whisper to your empty room, more enjoyment in your voice than intended. 

In others, he holds up a lazy peace sign. How ironic, you think. A flush of pink appears atop your ears, but that is simply because you are infuriated that he would steal your phone to do such a silly thing, that’s all. 

This isn’t exactly what you were hoping to see just before falling asleep, so why does the tight feeling settling in your chest and the warm feeling in your abdomen linger? With a shake of your head, you decide that doesn’t matter.

Having a brief ponder that definitely should’ve had more thought put into it, you decide not to delete the photos. Not because you like them, no, that’s ridiculous. But because there are simply so many it would be a task in itself to delete them all. So, instead you settle on creating a folder and titling it “idiot”, filling it with the photos of the man you swear you hate. 

Not deleting the photos is one thing, but making a place for them to be safe-kept is another. One that you aren’t ready to face, not until you’ve had a full night's rest, at least.

Your brain mustn’t know whose side it’s supposed to be on, as you dream of him that night.

Sukuna x reader, enemies to lovers - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

You sit draped across the cozy sofa in the communal living space, splurging with an arm lazily hanging off, half watching whatever rerun is adorning the television. With a huff, your eyes shut while you wallow in your boredom, turning off the episode you must have already watched three times over. There have been little to no curses needing your attention lately, and while initially you were grateful for the break, it’s simply boring now. 

Your attention is drawn to the sudden creek of the door to living space, with you silently hoping whoever steps in could be the cure to your impending and stubborn boredom. Sitting up swiftly from your comfortable position on the sofa, you check enthusiastically for who had entered. Alas, with a sigh your disappointment leaks out of your words,

“Oh, it’s you.” you grumble. 

Not taking a second of his time to acknowledge you, Sukuna grunts as a response. You flop back down to your previous position with another sigh, silence filling the room once again. 

Suddenly, Sukuna throws something onto your abdomen making you jolt in surprise. Not appreciating him rudely disrupting the silence, you blurt out,

“What the fuck, Sukuna?” his only response to your words being a lousy shrug. 

Looking down to inspect the foreign item now on your body, you realise it’s a packet of food. It’s light pink in colour with an interestingly drawn chibi mochi exclaiming the snack inside to be yummy on it. Classy. Also, your favourite.

“What is this?” you demand, knowing full well what it is, but rather why it’s been given to you by the man you hate more than anyone else.

“Thought you’d like it.” Sukuna states, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“Like it?” you question as confusion paints your face and butterflies you chose to ignore fill your gut.

“Don’t you?” he inquires, and you swear you can hear a drop of disappointment in his voice. Which makes so sense, mind you. Everyone knows the distaste you feel for him is reciprocated, right?

“I.. do.” you realise, before picking it up to inspect it closer, holding it carefully as if touching it will burn your fingertips or as though the snack may suddenly try to eat you.

“There you go, then.” Sukuna’s deep and firm voice clarifies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in Japan. And with that, he leaves the room and your unanswered questions lingering.

The shower door fogs up due to the hot water pouring down on both of your bodies, which are only made warmer by the close contact of each other. Deciding close isn't close enough, he pulls your body towards his, your physiques now connecting in a tight embrace. You can feel his chest rising and falling gently against yours, followed by his soft, heated breath against your neck. As he hugs you under the hot water, you are reminded of how the most mundane of tasks are made special with him. Simply being in each other's presence is enough for the both of you. A deep hum that could be mistaken for a laugh vibrates in his throat like silk. He softly kisses your forehead before pulling away, the brief touch followed by his tender smile that you know is just for you. 

Tonight you admire him in silence, because the looks you exchange are saying more than words ever could. The low, warm lighting gifted by the candles illuminate his wet skin in the most flattering of ways, making it easy for you to appreciate his perfectly toned body. 

In these four walls is a space that you share, uninterrupted and so perfectly intimate, the purest of connections blooming under the water like two flowers in the rain.

A gentle brush of his fingers moves the wet hair that lays on your shoulder, he plants a kiss there before moving your hair towards your back so he can wash it easier. You can’t help but miss the warmth of his breath on your skin the moment he pulls back, silently hoping for the comfort of his lips again. He runs his fingertips through your hair, being gentle with the soul he cherishes most.

Levi Ackerman approaches you and begs you not to leave him. (reworked)

It’s late, but you don’t burden yourself by knowing a specific time. However, the sun has begun to set, which proves itself by the soft glow that gently warms the left side of your face. You steal a second at the end of every minute to close your eyes and appreciate the peaceful moment that life has been kind enough to give to you. Life is so beautiful when it wants to be, you remind yourself. If only that beauty and peace wasn’t ephemeral, maybe you could take in the sunset that lays purposely beyond the cold stone walls more often. 

While walking back to your barracks your mind is elsewhere, which is why you don’t notice the distraught man with furrowed brows somehow sitting softly on his face, swiftly approaching you. 

“Y/N.”

With a slight gasp, your attention is dragged to the man in front of you, and only now do you notice the look on his face you can only describe as troubled. 

After quickly composing yourself you speak, 

“Good evening, Captain Levi.” The moment the formal title leaves your lips it feels wrong. You pause to take in the features on his face to better understand the approach to take the greeting, “Is everything all right?” You ask while your features begin to mirror his own, worry setting ungracefully onto them. Who knows what the correct etiquette is for a situation like this, with a man with a past like yours and his. Do you retain the standard formalities? He is your Captain, after all.

His eyes scan your whole body, and linger on your face for a second too long before he looks away. You try your best to ignore how the subtle interaction makes your heart flutter, and wait patiently for a response. You think he might simply be admiring the sunset, as you were moments earlier. But before you can fully form that thought, he speaks.

“Don’t leave.” He delicately pleads, his gaze snapping to your own.

“What?” Voice shaking as you inquire. The short breath closely followed by confusion, leaking out of the vulnerability you allowed to show, despite your usually composed character.

Taring his gaze away from yours to look down at the cobbled ground, sheepishly, he responds, 

“Please,” his voice cracks as a small sigh escapes him, “don’t leave.”

Levi hesitates as he reaches out his hand slightly to brush his fingers against yours, sharing the warmth of them with you for a moment. While the action is brief, it tells you more than any words a man like Levi Ackerman could ever attempt to utter. He winces as he pulls his hand back to his side before speaking again.

“I-“ He stops himself. “We need you here.”

Your mouth hangs agape with unknown words threatening to fall out of it as your eyes flicker between his, your mind trying to process the depth of what he means. Without warning, Levi abruptly grabs your hand once more with your whole body tensing in response. However, this time he holds both hands as he lowers himself to his knees, not breaking eye contact as he does so. 

Breath faltering, your hands instinctively go to his hair, fingers gently brushing it out of his face with the same delicacy as if he were porcelain on the verge of breaking. This angle allows you to get a better view of his perfect features, now lit a beautiful golden by the forgiving sunset. 

Levi looks up at you with pleading eyes holding your gaze for a moment, the blue in them reminding you of the deep ocean’s waves on a merciless night. He pulls himself closer towards your body, now hugging the lower half of you, tight squeeze demonstrating the hope he holds that this won’t be the last time he would get to.

“Don’t leave.” Levi repeats once again, as if they are the only words in the English language that matter right now, his deep voice that you have grown to love muffled by your body covering his mouth. His thumb slowly strokes little circles on the outside of your thigh, subconsciously comforting you in the way the love you’ve shown him has patiently taught him to. Looking down at the humble man, a word not often used to describe him yet so fitting in this moment, you trace his features with your eyes, burning them into your memory so you can remember him in this vulnerable state forever. He’s never looked so precious, you think.

You find the words you think are correct buried deep in your heart, burrowing for safety in the only place they know they are, 

“I couldn’t ever leave you, Levi, my soul couldn’t bear it. And since our souls are so alike, I’d like to think yours couldn’t, either. I wouldn’t do that to us.” You admit, surprise painting your face with the honesty of your words. 

Feeling the warmth of the breath he must have been holding exhale against your body, you realise that both of you share the same relief. Without removing his face from you, he hums gladly into your body,

“Can you promise me that, Y/N?”

After a beat of time passes while you search for an answer, Levi must’ve thought you were taking too long, as he finally removes his face from your physique and glances up at your affection-filled eyes once again. His own eyes impatiently beg you for an answer, and you decide it’s only right to give one,

“Of course, Levi. I promise, I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever. We won’t ever have to be apart again.” You express, and a soft smile adorns his slightly blushed face in response.

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