ROOM AND SHAMBLES 🦭

a/n 💌 : i know i said i'd be back on monday and somehow it's already tuesday 😭 in my defense life had different plans and kept me busy irl, i genuinely didn't open tumblr for THREE WHOLE DAYS, which is actually insane considering i'm usually lurking on here 25/8 ++ anywhooo, pls accept this lil smau as my peace offering <3 i should (manifesting aggressively) have the yhd updates out sometime this week as planned !! thank u for being so patient with me, ily guys more than gojo loves hearing himself talk, sorry for the tiny delay, hope y'all understand 🫶

"one frozen strawberry margarita and one large draft modelo, please," you tell the server. she writes it in her notebook and leaves with a smile and a promise to return with the drinks. when she does return with the drinks in hand, she places the margarita in front of you and the beer in front of sukuna. you and sukuna look at each other but sukuna does a much better job of hiding his grin. to save the girl from the possible embarrassment, the two of you order your entrees and wait until she leaves. once she is out of sight, the two of you switch drinks in perfect sync.

after all, it wasn't the first time this happened whenever the two of you went out. who would have thought that sukuna—the personification of scary dog privileges—would enjoy a fruity slush drink over a nice, ice-cold beer?

sure, he could hold his alcohol just as well as the next person, if not better, and before the two of you got together, he was a beer man through and through. he never thought he would see the day where he would prefer a nice pinacolada over a bottle of corona. that doesn't change the fact that the two of you would still do shots together and whatnot. but for some reason, sukuna found it so refreshing to have a margarita instead of a draft beer.

"god forbid a man doesn't want to drink beer for the rest of his life," sukuna complains to you when you poke fun at him for sipping on his margarita.

"oh im sorry, diva," you respond sarcastically. "do you want a cosmo after you finish that?"

"i could still out drink you, woman."

"in margaritas, sure. you've gotten me beat there."

the two of you continue to bicker and just when your server comes back into view, you switch drinks once more flawlessly. making it seem as if sukuna did indeed chug the beer. as an added effect, you take a little sip of the margarita as well. your server puts down the drinks and asks if the two of you need any refills.

"can i have another margarita?" sukuna says. the young girl's face says it all before sukuna quickly adds on, "for my wife, of course."

"and another beer for you, sir?"

sukuna looks at you and watches as you nod your head eagerly. he sighs, "sure, why not. thanks, kid."

once again, a margarita is placed in front of you as your beer sits in front of sukuna. it isn't until the two of you pay and leave that it's revealed who truly drinks what. your server waves you goodbye and wishes you a good day before turning to look at the table and realizing that the beers belonged to you while your rather terrifying husband had three margaritas.

but, unfortunately, no one would ever believe her. i mean, there's no way a man like ryomen sukuna would ever enjoy fruity margaritas... right?

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Choso is the type of devoted that ensures he knows exactly what you need at any time day or night, because he pays attention to your body language like it’s his favourite hobby. Keeps tabs on every minute twitch of your thighs, every hitch of your breath or flutter of your lashes the same way he tracks how much water you’ve drank in a day, or the last time you ate something. He’s the type to let you sink down on his cock or grind against his mouth whenever you please. He’ll abandon whatever menial task he was doing prior, immediately consumed by you, utterly devoted to taking you apart - wringing orgasm after dizzying orgasm out of you until your legs have turned to jelly and all you can manage to do is slur out some breathy sound in the vague shape of his name.

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yn’s moodboard / sukuna’s moodboard

cursed frequency / the sisterhood of the traveling vape

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college au! band au! modern au!

enemies to lovers kind of (i’m trying), might be ooc, curse words, cigarettes, man hating, mdni </3 disregard timestamps

cw. mature content

Seeing your husband after work in his usual tight fitted navy blue shirt, his leopard print tie hanging low as he walked towards you. Today nanami had a work party and it was very unusual for you to get a call from his colleagues that he had gotten quite wasted. That's what had made you go and pick him up, you smiled brightly up at your husband as you saw his sunken eyes softened.

"Hello darling, thank you f'coming, I missed you terribly." He slurred a litte, walking closer to you as he leaned down and captured your lips. "Missed you too ken! Never thought I'd see my hubby get so wasted!" You giggled against his lips, staring up into his pretty brown eyes, "c'mon let's go!" You tugged at his hand, gripping it as you both started to walk towards the train station as you rambled about your day, Nanami smiled as you talked his ear off, he loved listening to what happened in his sweet girl's day.

The train station was very crowded as you both arrived at the platform, people getting on the last train home after working overtime or after getting wasted just like your husband. You both made it on the train, thanks to your husband's intimidating frame that made people in his way part through. Kento guided you until you both were tucked away in a corner, your back to a train door's with him standing infront of you, shielding you from everyone else.

His large hand planted firmly beside your head as he stared down at you with a small smile, his other hand tucked your hair behind your ear as he admired your beauty, "You look amazing, sweetheart" You smiled in response, fixing his tie as your eyes dropped down. The way his shirt stretched over his muscular chest, the suspenders taut over his pecs as you blinked with a sigh.

Being the brat you were, your hand placed on his arm, staring at the way his thick veiny bicep thrummed beneath your fingers. Your hand traveled to his chest, lightly squeezing his pec as you smirked up at him, watching as kento's eyes widened in warning, "Don't." He whispered, his jaw clenching as you grew bold and slipped your hand down his hard abdomen to rest directly on the bulge in his pants. "Don't what?" You played innocent, loving the way you were riling him up in a public transport.

Kento gritted his teeth, his hand clenching beside your head while the other grabbed your waist, pressing you firmly against the cool train wall. "Don't.. touch me, love." He leaned down, grunting low in your ear, making sure only you could hear him in the sea of people. But you ignored his warning and squeezed his crotch once again, your eyes watching as his slacks tightened, his cock growing hard in your hand.

"Fuck." He cursed low in his throat, he turned his head to look around him, tired people buried in their phones or having their eyes closed half asleep. His mind reeled as he thought rationally, can he fuck you here? Would these people notice? And maybe it was the beer he had drank that made his mind hazy that made him grip your wrist that was on his cock and pinned it down before his other hand slipped under your skirt, lifting it but making sure nobody else could see you.

You gasped a little, you didn't think that he would touch you right between the sea of people on a crowded train but guess everyone has a hidden sight. Your thoughts were cut short as kento's large hand delicately ran over the fabric of your cotton panties, his finger finding the tiny bump of your clit. He couldn't help but press onto it, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smirk as you let out a tiny whimper.

Your right hand was still pinned under kento's left as he worked expertly on your little clit, touching the bud sore through the flimsy fabric. "K- Ken.." you whispered out, you weren't sure what you wanted, did you want him to continue? To stop? Did you want to secretly cum in a crowded train? "Don't even dare stop me hon— you started this." Oh, fuck. He pinched the buttony pearl before two of his fingers slipped past the fabric and right in your slick cunt.

His fingers curled right into that slightly goey spot, pressing hard before pulling his fingers back fully and thrusting them in again, your pussy squelched but not loud enough for the tired man beside you both to hear. Kento smirked as he pushed them inside again, making you grip onto his forearm as you bit his collarbone peeking out from underneath his shirt to muffle any sweet noise you'd let out.

Your eyes rolled back at the way your husband was roughly teasing you out in public, just the feel of his rough fingers pumping in your plump cunt had you shaking in the knees. "K- Kento, pleaseee!" You whined out near his ear, hiding your face in his chest, "Please what darling? Be a big girl and use your words." He chuckled, the hazy look still in his eyes as his fingers pressed harder on your spot while his thumb pressed down upon your clit. It was as if his fingers were trying to feel themselves through the soft skin of your pussy.

"Nooo- stoopp! Fuck, stop teasing me!!" You nearly screamed with how good his fingers felt if it hadn't been for your husband's large hand, covering your mouth while the other sped up inside of you, thrusting deeply as you panted against his palm, your pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as your eyes opened and you could see the hungry look that glinted in your husband's eyes. He let out a soft groan, "There ya go baby, good girl. Cum all over my fingers, let everyone know who you belong to."

He chuckled as your release soaked his fingers, dripping down to his hand and pattering on his watch. "You okay hon?" He whispered, pulling out his hand as he licked them clean, making you blush, "Ohmygod ken!!" "What? I'm not someone who waste's honey, you know that and can't waste my sweet wife now, can I?" He chuckled with a smirk, his free hand pushing out your hair from your face as he helped you adjust your skirt.

"Do you think anyone noticed??" You asked him, looking around the packed train, hopefully everyone was way too tired to even care but as you were about to look away, your eyes met with a particular big looking raven haired man. He was across the train, leaning against the automatic doors with his buff, muscular arms crossed as he smirked at you, highlighting the scar down the side of his lips. He held up one of his hand, just enough for you to see and curled them in a O before his other hand, pumped fingers through the gap, making the crude gesture very clear.

"Oh fuck."

𐚁 i'm a slut for reblogs and comments so plz give it to me :D it's not proofread so plz ignore mistakes

jjk mens favourite place to kiss you

sukuna . . . the soft & sensitive dip where your neck meets your shoulder. he has a habit of stalking up behind you when you’re distracted—cooking, reading, or working—and wrapping his massive arms around your waist to anchor you against his chest. he’ll bury his face in your hair first, letting out a deep, rumbling sigh that vibrates right against your spine, before planting heavy, lingering kisses along your collarbone. it’s a slow display of complete affection, a reminder that out of everything in his world, this quiet space with you is the only place he actually wants to be

gojo . . . the very tip of your nose or right between your eyebrows. because of his ridiculous height, he absolutely loves looming over you just to make you look up. he’ll slide his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, give you a bright grin, and lean in to press an exaggeratedly loud kiss right on your face. if you try to swat him away or complain about him ruining your focus, it only encourages him; he’ll just laugh, cup your face in his large hands, and shower your cheeks with quick, bubbly kisses until you’re completely giggling and giving up on whatever you were doing.

toji . . . the crown of your head or your temple. affection with him is always grounded, and deeply comforting, usually happening at the very end of an exhausting day. he’ll sit on the couch and pull you straight into his lap, burying his face into the side of your head while his large arms lock securely around your middle. he doesn't say much, but the way he rests his chin on your hair and leaves soft, slow kisses against your temple speaks volumes. it’s his way of unwinding, letting go of his usual guarded demeanor, and finding a moment of absolute peace with you and only you!

nanami . . . the inside of your wrist or the palm of your hand. his style of romance is incredibly classic, deliberate, and respectful. when the two of you are sitting together after dinner, winding down from a long day, he’ll quietly reach over and take your hand in his. his thumb will trace the back of your knuckles for a moment before he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your pulse point. it’s a deeply grounding gesture that feels incredibly intimate, because he dosen't need grand actions to show his love for you.

geto . . . the corner of your mouth or along your jawline. he is extremely attentive and tender, always making sure to fully connect with you before he even leans in. he’ll gently slide his fingers through your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear while looking down at you with a soft, adoring smile. his kisses are always slow and warm, lingering right at the edge of your lips as if he's trying to memorize the exact feeling of the moment. it carries a beautiful & quite intensity that instantly makes you feel like the center of his entire universe.

higuruma . . . your forehead or the space right beside your eye. because his mind is constantly running a mile a minute with legal cases and heavy thoughts, being with you is his only true escape. he’ll come home, loosen his tie with a weary sigh, and immediately seek you out. he likes to cup your face gently, closing his eyes as he presses a long, deeply affectionate kiss to your forehead. it feels incredibly reverent—like a silent thank you for being his calm in the storm, a safe harbor where he can finally turn off his brain and just exist in your warmth.