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Before the nasty dog tiktok trend is over someone NEEDS to do sukuna and gojo - IM ACTUALLY BEGGING ATP FOR SOMEONE TO HEAR ME AND ANSWER MY PRAYERS
JJK Fic: Takin' What's Not Yours - Chapter 4
' “C’mon.” Yuji muttered as he stared at himself in his bathroom mirror. He splashed some water on his face, forcing a smile. “Everything is normal.”
Well. As normal as a place called Jujutsu Tech could be.
He pulled on his uniform, anyway, Sukuna mentioned a group activity right? That should at least be fun. '
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idk how ppl paint saur good digitally—this took me forever to figure out 🤧🙌
HE LOOKS LIKE A BUG NAD THATS SO CUTE
HE’S SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE HERE 🤧🥰
I love him sm :3
them eyelashes 😍
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guess who can’t draw hair 😻
I spent my one n only braincell to draw this :P
I miss him sm I keep looking at his tags for more content 💔
NO BUT SUKUNA SAVING READER IN EVERY SCENARIO???? Everything about him has me weak in the knees 🤧
God I love him sm, THIS IS SO HIM 🥹🥹🥹
there's no such thing as ethics
Studying for your Ethics oral exam was already a pain. Doing it with your boyfriend? Now, that is what you call “self-sabotage.”
Tonight was supposed to be a productive study session.
Your Ethics professor had been on a power trip lately, deciding that an oral exam would be the best way to test you understanding of moral dilemmas and all those theoretical shit. Which meant you had to prepare for whatever godforsaken questions he might throw at you.
And who better to help you, right? Sukuna, your incredibly unhelpful boyfriend.
You flicked through your notes, glancing over at him sprawled on your bed, one arm thrown lazily over his forehead as he scrolled through his phone.
“Alright,” you started, trying to sound determined. “Let’s do a hypothetical situation. Moral dilemma time.”
He didn’t even look up from his phone and just continued doomscrolling whatever he finds interesting, “Do we have to?”
“C’mon, babe, be useful for once.”
He then let out the most dramatic sigh. Is he fucking annoyed already? He stretched out on your bed like he had nothing better to do – which is true, he’s already done with all his exams for the semester while you only have this last exam. Threw his phone aside like he was being forced into this conversation. “Fine. Impress me with your best morally damning question.”
You sat up straighter, grinning. This was your chance. You cleared your throat, “If all your loved ones were drowning – me, Jin, Yuuji, and your dad – who would you save?”
Without even hesitating, he shot you a look like you’d just asked the dumbest question ever.
“Isn’t it obvious? You.”
You blinked. “Huh? Why me?”
“‘Cuz you’re the only one who doesn’t actively annoy me,” he said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“Babe, you’re seriously telling me you’d save me over Yuuji? Over a literal baby?” You leaned forward. Yeah, you can’t believe it.
Sukuna just shrugged, his expression completely deadpan. “Yeah, Yuuji’s not you.”
Your brain short-circuited for a second. “That doesn’t make sense. He’s a baby! e doesn’t even know how to swim yet!”
“That’s how the world works, babe.”
“HUH? What do you mean?”
“Then it’s Jin’s problem,” Sukuna said dismissively. “Not mine. My focus is on you. Always.”
You gasped, scandalized. “Sukuna! This is your family! Your nephew is drowning, you heartless bastard!”
He smirked, eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievousness. “Yeah, and? What, you want me to let you drown?”
“You have no soul,” you muttered, rubbing your temples in frustration.
“Debatable,” he smirked, pure arrogance is radiating from him. He settled more comfortably on the bed. “Besides, it’s my dad’s fault for not teaching Jin how to swim properly when we were kids. Why should I clean up their mess? And why the fuck are we even in the ocean. You hate the ocean. There’s not a chance that we’ll ride a cruise for 7 fucking days.”
“Because it’s a hypothetical situation.”
“And?”
Groaning, you rubbed your temples and asked him the question you’ve been meaning to ask since the day you met him – when he was kicking someone to the ground who had accidentally bumped into him (or not). “I swear to god, do you even have morals, ‘Kuna?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether or not they benefit me.”
You couldn’t let it go. Sukuna’s complete lack of regard for his family, his indifference to your please, was driving you insane. But you had one more card to play.
“Okay,” you said, leaning in with a grin and a dangerous glint in your eyes. “So, what if it’s me and our future baby drowning? Who would you save?”
“Huh… you really want daddy’s cock right now, babe?” Sukuna’s lazy gaze flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You just slapped his chest in obvious annoyance.
He snorted and looked like he was about to answer in his usual carefree way, but then paused, as if he was processing the question for a second longer than usual.
“Hmm,” he drawled, shifting on the bed, his gaze flickering between you and the empty space. “That’s a tough one.”
Okay, wow. Your heart skipped a beat – was he actually taking this seriously now?
Then, without missing a beat, he leaned back, chuckling lowly. “Well, obvs, I’d save you.”
You blinked, slightly relieved but also confused. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said with a fucking shrug, “you’re the one who’d actually appreciate being saved. The baby’s gonna be fine.” His smirk deepened. “Besides, if I saved the kid, who’s gonna look after you? Wouldn’t be much fun without you around, brat.”
Your brain short-circuited again for a second, processing both the arrogance and the unexpected tenderness in his words. “So, you’re saying you’d just let our baby drown?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say that. I said I’d save you.” He leaned closer, eyes locking with yours with a teasing grin. “But hey, it’s just a hypothetical, right? Who the fuck knows if we’ll even have a kid that doesn’t know how to swim?”
Your lips twitched, trying to hold back a smile despite yourself. “You are so full of shit, ‘Kuna.”
“Yeah, and you love it, brat.” His voice lowered, leaning in just enough for you to feel the heat of his words.
And before this even goes south (literally to some fucking session), you pushed him away and exhaled sharply.
“Okay, what about ethically?” You began, trying to keep your cool. “In one of our ethical dilemma situations, do you believe catfishing is unethical?”
“Who would I even catfish? And why the fuck am I gonna do that when I have this,” he pointed at himself so arrogantly.
“I didn’t even say that you would catfish someone. I’m asking if you believe catfishing is ethical or not.”
“Nah,” he answered immediately.
“No?”
“Nope. There’s no such thing as ethics. It’s all just a societal construct.”
“Sukuna,” you exhaled and squinted at him, “So if we had met on a dating app, and I was actually some 50-year-old dude catfishing you, you’d just be cool with that?”
“But it didn’t happen and you weren’t one. Or are you?” He teased.
“That’s not the poi–” you groaned. Yeah, you’ll never win with him in this kind of talk. “You are actually impossible.”
Sukuna just grinned, completely unfazed. “Baby, if ethics were real, I wouldn’t be in your dorm right now, watching you lose your mind over this stupid class.”
And honestly? He had a point.
You hated that he had a point.
But before you could come up with a retort, Sukuna’s hand was on your arm, pulling you up to sit on your bed. “Enough with the philosophical bullshit. Your brain’s fried. We’re leaving.”
You blinked at him. “What? We’re in the middle of ethically thinking, and you’re just pulling me out of here?”
“Yeah,” he said, his tone softening just enough to be noticeable. “Your brain’s obviously fried since you started studying hours ago. Let’s go get some air. You’re not gonna pass that fucking exam if you don’t take a fucking break.”
“But –”
“I’m not asking,” he pulled you up from bed, guiding you toward the door with a hand firm on your back. “C’mon,” he added, without giving you a chance to argue. He was really not asking.
“Are you always this bossy?” You asked, half-smiling despite your frustration.
“Only when I care,” he said, his voice laced with that same teasing arrogance as he slid his right arm around your shoulders. “Don’t get used to it, brat.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re so damn good-lucking.”
“With a big fucking cock, I know. Now, shut up and walk, brat.”
And for once, you didn’t argue. Maybe he was right about one thing: a little time to breathe might actually make you feel better.
Even if it did come with a healthy dose of his cocky charm.
I miss sukuna—i miss jjk fr 🤧🙏🏻
forgive me daddy for I have sinned 🛐
father.
small doodle for yall ig ;3
i actually wanted to draw something…. um different (idk how i ended up w sukuna lol)
have a nice dayy/night!!! ;333
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Watching the battle between sukuna vs jogo I have realized how much of a menace sukuna actually is. Even more so in the battle between sukuna vs mahoraga
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<-Sukuna | Mahina->
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Mahina is how warlocks call her, because nobody knows her real name. She hides her indetity to reveal when the time comes.
Weird report: Everything they kwon is that, by accident, an human send one of the worst curses free from a speciak seal that could keep it locked forever. They found an object with a shape of a ring inside of a red box, that was coverd by an old and dirty fabric. Without the fabric, it was possible to see and silver ring, that looks freshly made. By accident, this human was enchant by the ring, putting it on his finger.
In the next day, the finger was find next to the place, it was dirty of blood, but the ring (that was in the finger) was clean and shine.
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₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ You know what’s romantic? Businessman!Ryomen Sukuna makes u kiss all his cigarettes, saying he wants to remember u when he’s out of town for business, caressing the red-stained paper casing before lighting it with his expensive lighter. Sukuna loves the look of red on u, when he fucks you on the king size bed of his condo, he takes pictures of the red marks printed on your thighs, butt, oh and most especially ur pretty pussy—To which he most definitely will use to jerk himself off in his luxurious office. When he wakes up earlier than u, he goes to the bathroom and smirks at the lip marks on his collarbone, starting his day with another cigarette that has ur signature kiss on it.
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