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[melancholiclace]

you're crying after a guy bothers you... and your boyfriend isn't about to let it slide.

bleehhh can't sleep and i made up this scenario w fratkuna sooooooooocontains college au frat!ryomen sukuna x midsize!fem!reader; themes of harrassment (the culprit is naoya bc i saw his ass in the manga😐), ryo is like ur knight but not in the toxic alpha male way ew & he punches a guy, & i'm using the hcs that toji, choso, & geto are all in a frat with him + the gojo twins are present (honorable mentions for twins satoshi "fratjo" gojo and satoru nerdjo🫶) and everyone goes to 'tokyo college of jujutsu tech', and dw it turns into fluff n comfort—btw this is noooottt proofread

"girl, you're really cute."

another nervous giggle, playing with a lock of your hair. jesus christ, you just wanted to get out of that fucking western poetry class.

you'd only taken the class because you needed a humanities elective, and it had looked interesting! unfortunately for you, though, every guy who thought they were a major philosopher and the next unbiological love child of nietzsche had also taken the class! and sadly, you had caught the attention of one of those guys—naoya zenin, one of the dean's relatives.

he was toji's cousin, you knew, and toji was your boyfriend's frat brother... so maybe you were fine? you tried to convince yourself you were as you sped walked out the door, naoya hot on your trail with a sleazy grin and a mouth full of harrassment.

"where ya goin'? class just ended, sweetie."

"i can't stay," you said quickly, heeled boots clicking rapidly against the floor. you'd dress so cute that—polka-dot glasses, a pink off-the-shoulder sweater, black skirt, and knee-high boots that really captured the prime look of a college girl! and it was being wasted because this motherfucker was ogling you. "i have to go back to my dorm."

"why? need an escort?"

"no, i know the way."

"well, someone might hassle you."

"somebody already is hassling me."

"huh?" that made naoya pause—but only momentarily. once he realized what you meant, he fell back into step behind you, seeming even more determined than before. "got some bite on you. i like that. lot of women don't know when they should play it easy or hard to get—you do."

you hated when guys couldn't just take no for an answer the first time. because that meant you had to use the next excuse up your sleeve—

"my boyfriend wouldn't like that you're following me. i really can't stay and talk, and i'd like it if you would kindly leave me alone."

you said it as curtly and politely as you could, then, before the surprised naoya could reboot and say anything else, you bolted through the doors of the humanities hall and out into the spring day.

campus was lively in the afternoon. there was ultimate frisbee and football being played, groups of friends on picnic blankets talking and tanning, girls swirling their boba and iced coffee as they commuted from classes and dorms—and there was ryomen's and a handful of his frat sitting on benches in the quad, lounging after smoking.

well, choso and geto were still slightly buzzed. toji hadn't taken a pass, and it took more than a few puffs to get to ryomen.

"oh my god, i can't feel my tongue," choso muttered, rubbing his eyes. his black mullet was shaggy, messed up, and he smelled like he'd been waterboarded in geto's cologne to cover up the post-smell of weed.

geto, sitting wide and strumming his guitar absently, grinned lazily. "you're too easy, man. second-hand molly in the wind would get you fucked."

"nuh-uh."

"uh-huh."

"shut the fuck up," toji muttered, waving his hand dismissively as he rubbed his face with the other. "i still have a goddamn headache."

"not our fault you hit your head on a fucking table last night," ryomen laughed.

toji groaned, turning his head to look off into the distance. the activity on campus only worsened his pulsing skull. "swear to god, 'm concussed or something. shouldn't have on that chair when i was drunk."

"you should've came." choso tapped ryomen's knee. "where were you?"

"with his giiiirrrllll," geto teased.

"yeah, yeah." ryomen didn't care if everyone in all of fucking tokyo knew he was whipped—he was whipped for you, his sweet little girlfriend. "not my fault i wanna spend one night of the weekend watchin' pretty woman again instead of watching toji crack his head open."

like he was summoned by his name, toji started shaking ryomen's shoulder. "dude."

"one sec—" ryomen was about to say something else to choso, but toji wrenched his arm to the side. "what the fuck! what?"

"look where i'm fuckin' looking." toji pointed across the quad. "isn't that—"

"holy shit," geto said when he saw you briskly walking and crying, like you were trying to escape someone—you had been.

choso frowned when he followed everyone's line of sight. "is that your girlfriend? why is she crying?"

"i... gotta go." ryomen got up from the bench without another word and started across the quad. when he realized how fast you were walking, he thanked god that he was an athlete and started running after you. "hey!"

when you hear a male voice, you automatically moved quicker, expecting it to be naoya again—but then it repeated, and you recognized ryomen.

"baby? hey, slow the hell down!"

fuck. you didn't want him to see you crying. think, think, think—

but it was too late. ryomen had reached you, grabbed you by the shoulder, and turned you around in an instant. "shit, thought i was going to lose you. what's—"

you couldn't held but sob even harder when he began to ask you what was wrong, and ryomen gaped at your puffy, round face, smudged mascara, and the salty streams of tears down your cheeks.

"oh god, angel. what's wrong? c'mere, can i hold you?"

as expected, since he had the biggest soft spot and change of attitude when he was with you, ryomen engulfed you in the comforting embrace of his arms and let you bury your face and ruined makeup against his racing jacket.

"ok, ok," he whispered softly against your hair as he stroked it. "deep breaths. in and out, yeah? gotta calm down and take proper breaths. can i see your purse, please, hon? don'tcha keep tissues in there?"

"i—" you wheezed slightly, trying not to choke on tears or words. "i was gonna wait inside until i looked for 'em..."

"all right, well, i'm here now. let me see."

carefully, he slipped your purse off your shoulder, located the pack of tissues inside, then extracted one so that he could dab your face gently. "there we go. better, hm? keep breathing f'me, just like that, pretty girl."

when you had calmed down enough to not explosively weep again, ryomen caressed the side of your face and asked, "tell me what happened."

you crossed your arms, lips pursed in a pout. "no."

you knew what he would do if you told him that naoya zenin bothered you...

"what? fuck you mean—" he inhaled slowly, then tried again, softer. "angel, how can i help if i don't know what's wrong? or—how are you gonna feel better if you don't talk about what made you cry like that? i mean, you were going pretty fast in those heels, i imagine something happened."

after a pause, he hardened. "did someone fucking do something to you?"

"ryo—"

"nah, don't give me that soft stuff. tell me who and what."

"it wasn't anything serious!" you insisted, holding him tightly. "seriously."

"tell. me."

"promise me you won't be mad!"

"no."

"ryo!"

"was it a guy?" he brushed a few hairs out of your face, grimacing. "i'll beat the shit out of him if it was."

"it was a small incident. small, that's it."

"or was it a girl? 'cuz satoshi's brother satoru knows a girl named shoko in pre-med, she'll fight anyone—unless you don't care if i do it, because i'll hit anyone you ask, babe—"

"stop!" you shook him slightly. "a guy kept following me around and bothering me, i just wanted him to go away—and he did! he just... overwhelmed me. i was scared."

ryomen stared at you when you finished speaking. he blinked a few times and nodded slowly, tongue against the inside of his cheek. "ok. yeah, ok."

you frowned, watching as his face contorted. "what?"

"this happened just now?"

"um... like ten minutes ago."

"where?"

you picked at your nails, growing nervous. "...the humanities building."

he'd turned on his heel without a second thought, and you hurried after him, having known he probably would've gone off the moment you gave him all the details, like a bloodhound with a scent for prey.

"wait—ryo! it's not that big of a deal!"

"not that big of a deal my ass." he was practically snarling.

who you didn't expect to see soon after ryomen was on his war path was the culprit himself. naoya was crossing the pavement, staring at his phone—but when he saw the tattooed, six-foot-four jock headed his general direction, he couldn't help but freeze. you also stopping, surprised and wary, was a dead giveaway on who the guy ryomen was looking for was.

ryomen glanced between naoya and you, then pointed. "him?"

you slowly let go of his arm, knowing there was little you could do to help the situation or stop your boyfriend. "yeah..."

calmly—too fucking calmly—he continued down the sidewalk until he was a few yards from naoya, then he nodded once and said, "hey, man."

naoya, contemplating fight or flight, tried to remain casual and nodded back. "hey..."

"wanna ask you—you bother that girl over there earlier?" he jutted a thumb over his shoulder, at your nervous figure in the distance.

"i didn't bother her. i was just talking to her."

"in what way."

"huh?"

"In what way—because you sound like a really shitty guy to talk to if she walked away crying."

"not my fault she didn't—"

before naoya could finish casting off whatever blame onto you, ryomen winded back a tight fist and clocked him in the nose.

naoya yowled in pain the moment the fist connected with his face, and he recoiled, hands snapping up to cover his soon-to-bleed nose. "what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"ryomen!" you cried from behind him.

across the quad, it seemed that the others ryomen were with before had witnessed everything.

"ry!" toji waved a relaxed arm, like he knew ryomen had everything handled but still wanted to be nice and extend an offer. "good?"

ryomen cracked his knuckles, then wrung out his pulsing hand. "yeah, he shouted back. "good."

"is she ok?" choso called over, pointing at you.

"i'll take care of her."

"'kay, i guess." geto watched the entire thing with a skeptical look. "see you later."

without exchanging any words, ryomen returned to you and carted you up to his dorm. he was glad that you didn't protest or refuse to go with him—he surely thought you were mad at him, until you whispered the soft "thank you" to him at his door. he simply kissed your head and pushed the door open.

in his dorm, he insisted you clean while he ordered food. lounging in his bed, shirtless now and just in a pair of sweatpants, he scrolled on his phone while resting a hand on you. you'd positioned yourself beside him after cleaning off your tear-streaked makeup and changing into one of his hoodies.

"sushi and boba, or thai?" ryomen asked, rubbing slow circles on your thighs. he loved to grip the plush there, to kiss up from your calf to the softness of your belly—he would later, but right then, he was focused on getting you fed and rested, the two things he thought key in recovering from bad days. "wait. chinese?"

you ran a hand through his hair and leaned over to peck his cheek. "anything."

"you always say that, baby."

"i know."

"ok. sushi and boba."

you smiled. "i trained you right."

taking a moment, ryomen dropped his phone and grabbed your jaw to bring you in for a full, proper kiss that lasted until you were both breathless. and when you pulled away only slightly, hovering closely above him, lips still brushing, he licked his lips and smiled. "you're ok, right? not mad?"

"no," you said, tilting your head slightly. "not mad. maybe a little annoyed that you always jump to violence, but... i really appreciate you wanting to protect me. i know you just want me to be all right in the end."

"damn right i do. i love you, gorgeous."

smiling, you kissed him once more. "i love you too, ryo. now order the food before the place closes."

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[cardiogenic]

sukuna x sweet gf!reader

when he’s had a long day and he snaps at you !

it’s late when sukuna returns, shards of moonlight peeking through the blinds of your shared home like pieces of glass. you’d been up late waiting for him, same as every night.

you lift your head up from your palm when you hear the sound of shoes scuffling, tired expression letting up into a soft smile at the sight of your boyfriend. you get up immediately to make your way over.

you don’t notice it: the tension in his features or the almost-scowl on his face, the aura of irritation he’s carrying like a weight. you’re blinded by affection. 

“hi, kuna,” you smile sweetly, tiptoeing to wrap your arms around his neck as you lean into him. he tenses up under your touch and you coo sympathetically, rubbing his back. “long day?”

“um, yeah,” sukuna grunts, not moving to reciprocate the embrace. he shifts slightly, irritation radiating off him in waves. “could you let go? ‘m gonna go take a shower.”

he sounds annoyed, you realise, but he’s probably just exhausted. of course you’re gonna try your best to help, and cuddles always helped, at least for you. you could do that.

“nuh-uh,” you reply instantly, smiling as you cling to sukuna tighter. your face drops onto his shoulder, nuzzling as you inhale his heady scent. “you can shower later, let’s cuddle first. i miss you.”

“later.” his voice rises.

you pout childishly. “no, now, you’re tired and i can hug you and —“

“i said, later.” sukuna finally snaps, tone poisonous and voice tight like coiled wire. he crosses his arms, his way of pushing you off without actually doing it. “you just never fuckin’ know when to quit, do you?”

you freeze.

he doesn’t yell, never does, but this is worse somehow. harder to swallow because you can feel the pure anger in it. 

you don’t trust your voice enough to respond. slowly dropping your hands off him, you take a quiet, shaky step back. sukuna grunts in approval, rubbing his temples. “i’ve had a long day. can’t deal with you right now.”

that pierces through your heart like a bullet. suddenly, all you’re filled with is hurt and guilt and the slightest twinge of anger. you fight to keep a straight face as your eyes sting.

can’t deal with you right now.

what the hell was that supposed to mean? 

sukuna had never once made you feel like a burden, ever. you knew what he was like before you started dating, you’d heard everything about how he fucked people over.

but he always treated you like you were the most precious thing on earth, like you were something to be handled with gentleness. you almost believed it, stupid girl.

now you got it. you understood exactly what everyone had been telling you. he finally got sick of you, eventually realised that you were too annoying. too bright, too nice, too much for him.

but maybe he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it, you think as you bite down on your lip to hold back tears. 

“okay,” you exhale, struggling to keep your voice even. “i’m sorry. i, um- i ran you a bath.”

the tense silence is deafening. you swallow, voice growing quieter. “i’ll just go to bed then.”

sukuna doesn’t respond, glaring at something on the floor. you quickly turn around and make your way to the bedroom, the dam quietly breaking as soon as the door’s closed and you're out of his view.

you settle into bed, tucking in with your hands wrapped tightly around your body like a shield. the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut makes you flinch. 

the clink of the shower turning on follows right after; he didn’t even use the bath you set up for him.

you hate feeling this way. like you did something wrong and you don’t know what, like he did something wrong and you don’t want to admit it.

quiet sniffles escape you as you close your eyes, feeling the cold tears drip down the bridge of your nose, down your temples. you will yourself to sleep, despite knowing it won’t come.

it’s a long time before you feel a dip in the bed, sukuna’s weight climbing in next to you. you’re in that weird headspace between wakefulness and sleep, but immediately tense awake at the jostling.

it takes a moment before he says anything. almost like he’s hesitating. you hear his heavy breaths.

“hey, baby,” he finally murmurs from behind you, hand reaching out, hovering before he gently puts it on your waist. checking if it’s okay.

you turn rigid, and sukuna retracts his hand like he’s been burned, frowning slightly.

“you’re upset,” he mutters. not a question.

he’s unsurprised when you don’t reply, but he hopes you’ll give him a sliver of a chance anyway. “could you at least turn around?” he grunts. “look at me?”

silence.

he sighs, softer now. he grumbles something under his breath before speaking up again. “please?”

it takes a minute before you begrudgingly shift, rolling over so you’re facing him instead of the wall. you glare up at him, sitting on the covers and looking down at you.

sukuna looks you over. 

he thinks he feels something in him crack at the sight of your dried tear tracks, puffy red eyes. 

he made you, his sweet, angelic girl, cry. you were just trying to take care of him. only trying to make him feel better, and he snapped at you, and now he feels like the biggest loser on earth. all because of what? a fucking bad day?

idiot, he thinks to himself as he reaches out, both hands cupping your cheeks. he wipes your tears away firmly, so gentle despite it all.

you huff, trying to pull back, but sukuna doesn’t budge. his hands stay on your jaw, soft as his thumbs brush your cheeks. 

“let go,” you muster angrily, but it’s a weak attempt.

“no.”

“sukuna, let me go. you’re such an —“

“asshole, i know,” he exhales roughly. his thumbs pause in their ministrations, pressing down on your skin softly. “bitch, jerk, fucking dick. i know. and i’m sorry.”

one hand moves to card gently through your hair, and he feels you grow more pliant under his touch. “i shouldn’t have snapped at you,” sukuna continues. “i had a bad fucking day, people saying the stupidest shit and pissing me off in every way possible. but that wasn’t… i shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you swallow. 

“no, you shouldn’t have,” you mumble, all your anger dissipating into something akin to hurt. you tilt your head down to look at your fiddling fingers. “i thought i did something wrong. or maybe you just finally realised you were sick of me, and you hated me.”

“no, baby —“ sukuna responds, almost desperate as he tilts your chin up to look back up at him. he presses a rough kiss to the side of your mouth, hating to see his bright girl looking so dim. “— fuck, no. you did nothing wrong, yeah? i was an absolute idiot, taking out my anger on you, when you were just trying to be nice.”

you bite your tongue. “you really are,” you say quietly, gaze locked on him. “an absolute idiot.”

“i am, baby,” sukuna agrees, brushing a curl back from your face. “you didn’t deserve that.”

he’s looking at you with not just guilt, but that quiet affection now, the one reserved just for you.

slowly, he bends down but doesn’t yet close the gap. he’s waiting for you to do it, or maybe to pull away if you want to. you give in.

you wrap your arms around his neck, using it as leverage to pull yourself up to meet his lips. he holds you up easily.

the kiss is soft, reverent, sorry, like sukuna’s never kissed before. his passion is still obvious, but it’s gentler now. moulding into something sweeter just for you.

it’s a while before you pull away, his warm breath fanning over your skin as he rests his forehead against yours. 

his hands are warm where they’ve slipped under your top, drawing quiet patterns on your hip. you melt into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder with your fingers tangling in the hair at his nape. 

“so,” he murmurs, and you feel the vibrations of his voice. “does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”

“maybe,” you mumble, lips twitching. “if you buy me a slice of that strawberry shortcake tomorrow, i’ll consider it.”

“how many ever you want, baby,” sukuna presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head. “i’ll get you the whole damn bakery.”

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[applepilvrr]

texts with frat!sukuna except you’re scared of him

note : this is part two! view part one here.

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[mimiwritessx]

sukuna defending you from his friends! tags: fluff, rushed, uhhh some violence. sukuna x shy!femreader!!!!!!!!!!!

sukuna had one arm draped over your shoulder, pulling you close to his side as you both stand outside the front door of his friends house.

tonight was the night you were going to meet his friends.

your nerves were through the roof, your hands were clammy and your stomach felt like you were on a roller coaster that was twisting, turning and looping voraciously.

you’ve never been good with… people. how you managed to pull sukuna is a mystery. you’re so shy that you practically border on recluse.

sukuna looks at your from the side of his eye. “relax, baby. they’ll like you.” he says, chuckling despite himself at your anxiety. “what if they don’t?” you asked before you could stop yourself. “then we’ll leave.” he shrugged. he banged on the door again. “open the fuckin door.” he says impatiently but with no real anger behind it.

the door swings open and reveals one of his friends, satoru; standing there with a stupid grin. “yo, suks’.” he daps sukuna up. they say their greetings until his eyes land on you. “who’s this?” he asks, his tone lowering and becoming dismissive. you looked up at sukuna, expecting him to answer for you, he just raises one eyebrow, signalling for you to introduce yourself on your own. “i—uh… i’m [name]. sukunas girlfriend..” you mumble, your eyes darting around nervously. his friends eyes scan you up and down critically. “yeah… okay.. m’satoru.” he says quickly. sukunas eyes narrow at the dismissive body language and tone. he noticed it, of course he did. but decided to see how far satoru would push.

satoru leads the two of you inside his house where there are already some people sitting down on the couches. your fingers stays intertwined with sukunas’ the entire time, sukuna finds an empty spot on the couch and sits down, pulling you down with him.

your knee bounces nervously, sukuna puts his large hand over it whilst focusing on the conversation his friends are having. he offered a small smirk as quiet reassurance that it’s okay.

or so you thought????

you stayed quiet in the conversation majority of the time until one of the others guys, suguru, looks at you and decided to talk to you. “so… you’re [name], right? sukunas new girlfriend?” his tone was almost… condescending? but you couldn’t tell if that was just your nerves making you think that. “yeah..” you nodded, giving a small smile. he pauses and eyes you down the same way satoru did before, his eyes filled with judgement. “right.. right.” he looks away.

the rest of the time went by slowly, you stayed quiet majority of the time. until a topic of conversation got brought up about hobbies. one of the hobbies that you took part in got brought up. sukuna nudges you. “yknow.. my girlfriend loves art, don’t you?” he wraps an arm around your waist. “u-uh.. yeah, i paint ‘n.. stuff.” you said shyly. satoru glances at you for a second then at suguru and bursts into laughter. “seriously, who even is this bitch?” satoru gasps out through laughter. your face burns with embarassment, sukunas gentle strokes on your hip paused. “the fuck did you just say?” he removed his arm from you completely and stood up to slowly walk to satoru. towering over him. satoru was carelessly manspread on the couch, holding a can of bear. “what? she just waltzes in here, sits there all quiet, she’s— she’s literally taking up space! why would you even invite her if she’s gonna be boring? she’s not even that hot either!” satoru laughs at his own mean commentary, suguru follows along with his wheezes of laughter.

before satoru can say anything else, sukunas fist was already wound up and crashing down on his face. his whole body snapping to the side as well as his head, the sheer strength of the bunch sent him on the plush carpet of his lavish house. “say it again. i fucking dare you.” his voice a low growl. sugurus laughter was sharply cut off, he sat there frozen in shock. these six-foot-something guys were shit scared of sukuna who was literally in the same height and weight range as them. satoru spat out the blood that was dripping out his mouth. “it was just a joke..” satorus voice was strained. he held his jaw with one hand and cowardly looked away from sukuna. “apologise. the two of you. apologise to my fuckin girlfriend.” your eyes widened. sukuna drags satoru up by his collar and drags him to your feet. “i-i’m.. so sorry, i’ll never say that again. i didn’t mean it.” he babbled on and on. the other friends that were previously attending this hangout were sitting there stunned. suguru sat there wide eyed before apologising to you frantically as to not be next. you waved them off shyly. “i-it’s okay. really, it’s fine.”

you looked up at sukuna, he immediately sensed your discomfort and lingering mortification. “let’s just fucking go.” he grabbed your arm; the veins on his temples popping out from suppressed rage.

“i should’ve done more to those fuckers.” he hissed, turning on the engine. “kuna’, it’s okay..” you put a hand on his shoulder. he turned his head to look at you and his eyes softened. his anger seemed to slowly fade away. “i’m never talking to them again, im blocking them as soon as we get home, i hate them, how dare they talk to my girlf—“ you cut his oncoming rant off. “sukuna,” you said softly, offering him a small smile, “it’s okay. i promise.” you kissed his cheek. he sighed heavily. “alright… they didn’t upset you too much, did they?” he asked roughly, you could tell he was a little bit worried.

you huffed a small laugh. “i’m okay, sukuna.”

a/u yo yo yo am i still relevant lmk lmk lmk!! soz i haven’t been writing much i literally moved states so that’s been super fun (no it’s HELL) and i’ve been so busy settling in. send me more requests though! this was originally a request from TWO MONTHS AGO. i never got around to doing it though. sorry to whoever requested. i might rewrite later, this is kinda ass.

[visualsbyaina]

"A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life"

Destiny has a cruel way of making us come to reality, and leaving us without you is that hurtful reality. It pains me, but I know you're at peace now, the one that you deserved for so long, the one that was taken away from you since you were a child. We try to make your legacy a beautiful thing, even when others try to take it down; your memory lives in our minds and hearts. You make the sky sparkle, and now I celebrate you. I love you, applehead.

[sukunasleftbanana]

upset over sukuna's hands :(

You never expected hands to make you sad.

People always talked about Sukuna like he was intimidating. Too tall, too serious, tattoos crawling up his arms, piercings, and that permanent annoyed expression. But nobody ever mentioned his hands.

It happened randomly. You were stretched out on his couch while he worked on an assignment, his laptop balanced on his knee. Yuji was asleep in the other room after refusing bedtime three separate times. You weren’t even doing anything, just lying there with your cheek against the armrest, watching him.

His sleeves were rolled up, and his hands moved over the keyboard. You stared for too long because they did not match him. 

Not really.

His knuckles had tiny pale lines across them, old cuts. One thicker scar sat near the base of his thumb. His nails were short and uneven, and the skin around his joints was dry. His fingers looked rough and used. Not ugly. Just worked.

Warehouse shifts, carrying boxes, opening things with his hands because he never bothered getting tools, cooking, washing dishes, holding Yuji’s tiny shoes while yelling at him to stand still, fixing Choso’s bike, and probably carrying too much for too long.

You looked down at your own hands, soft with little rings and tiny scars from paper cuts and cooking, and suddenly your chest hurt.

Sukuna glanced over. “Why are you staring.”

You blinked. “Nothing.”

“That face means something.”

You shook your head, and he went back to typing. Two minutes later, you spoke again. “Why are your hands like that?”

He stopped typing and slowly looked at you. “What does that mean.”

You sat up. “No, like…” You reached over and took one of his hands before he could pull away. He let you. You turned it over in your lap, his palm warm and rough. You traced one of the scars with your thumb.

“You work too hard.”

He stared at you, then looked away. “What.”

Your throat felt strange. You laughed awkwardly. “I dunno. I just… I don't know.” You pressed your thumb into his palm, and suddenly your eyes stung.

He noticed immediately. His expression shifted. “Oi.”

You looked away, and he responded by closing the laptop. “Why are you crying?”

“M’not.”

“You are.”

You sniffed, and it sounded ridiculous even to you. You whispered, “I just got sad.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “About my hand.”

You nodded once.

He looked genuinely confused. You swallowed. “I know this is dumb,” you murmured, tracing another scar. “But every time I see stuff like this, I think you do too much.”

His face stayed blank, so you kept going quietly.

“You work all day. You raise Yuji and Cho. You always pay. You fix everything, and…” Your voice softened. “Your hands look tired.”

Silence settled between you. Sukuna looked at you, then at his own hand resting in yours. For a moment, something in his expression shifted. Not dramatically, just a flicker of surprise, like nobody had ever looked at him and thought about him instead of what he could do.

He scoffed under his breath. “You’re weird.”

You nodded sadly. “I know.”

He stared at you for a few more seconds, then turned his hand and closed his fingers around yours. You froze. He looked away, the tips of his ears faintly pink.

“They’re just hands.”

You looked at him and whispered, “No.” 

When his eyes flicked back to you, you smiled softly. “They look like someone whose been trying really hard.”

His jaw tightened, the way it always did, like affection made him uncomfortable. Then he reached out, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you into him. You made a small, confused sound as he pressed your forehead against his shoulder.

“Stop looking at me like I’m dying.”

You laughed weakly. “M’ not.”

His hand rubbed your back once, slow and awkward. Then, quieter, he said, “It is not that bad.”

You nodded against him.

But later, when he was asleep, you held one of his hands against your cheek and thought that next time he came over, you were buying hand cream. Not because he needed it, but because somebody should take care of the hands that take care of everyone else.

Also, my sign to buy hand cream bc why tf are my hands so rough😭😭 Finally wrote something up, exams have literally drained my balls blue, I'm so DONE!!

[megumiangel]

frat!kuna and his scaredy-cat gf! ><

-> 0.8k, sfw!

you insisted on going to the horror movie night with your new boyfriend, sukuna, after overhearing his idiot frat brothers whispering about you.

“she’s really soft.”

“i've never seen ryo with a girl like her.”

“watch her piss herself at the first jumpscare.”

laughter all around.

and maybe it was stupid, but you wanted to prove them wrong. prove you could handle the same things as the girls he usually kept around. cool girls. confident girls. mature girls who didn’t cling to their boyfriend’s sleeve every five minutes.

so you sat beside sukuna and in that freezing theater, chin lifted stubbornly, pretending your stomach wasn’t already twisting from the opening music alone.

for the first thirty minutes, you held it together.

barely.

you got by closing your eyes at the scarier parts and subtly whispering to sukuna to tell you when it was over.

then the movie hit you with the most horrific, satan-spawned jumpscare imaginable.

you shrieked so loud the entire row flinched.

your hand jerked violently.

and your ice cream launched directly into satoru gojo's face.

silence.

then satoru yelling, “WHAT THE HELLY?”

suguru and toji snickered.

and suddenly you were crying.

partly because you’d just assaulted sukuna's friend with matcha soft serve after you'd spent a whole minute outside the theatre convincing all of them you weren't scared in the slightest before you'd gone in.

partly because that was some really good ice cream you'd just wasted.

partly because everyone was staring.

but mostly because that movie was fucking terrifying.

sukuna immediately grabbed your wrist and stood up. “aight, we’re leaving.”

you hid your face in his arm while his friends snickered behind you. humiliation burned hot in your chest as he guided you out of the theater, your legs still shaky.

outside, the cold night air hit your cheeks.

“sorry…” you mumbled miserably.

sukuna snorted. “it's fine, baby. gojo deserved it, he was being an asshole."

you whined, covering your face. "i wasn't talking about that!"

he laughed under his breath, but there wasn’t an ounce of cruelty in it. just amusement. then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, “i’ll take you home, yeah?”

you sniffled and nodded. “that was scary.”

“i know, babe. i'm sorry,” he opened the passenger door for you, buckling your seatbelt himself with surprising gentleness. “should’ve known that shit would freak you out.”

“it was my idea…” you hiccuped.

“i still shoulda said no.” he shut the door and rounded the hood of the car.

the few seconds you sat alone were awful. your eyes immediately darted to the rearview mirror. the backseat looked way too dark. you stared at it, fully convinced some horrifying demon woman was about to crawl over the seats and kill you.

the driver door opened and sukuna slid in and caught you staring.

“…you looking at your little friend back there?”

you gasped, “kuna, don’t SAY that!”

he barked out a laugh while starting the engine. “you want another ice cream?”

your watery eyes widened hopefully. “…yeah.”

“thought so.”

by the time you reached your apartment complex, you were clutching a drive-thru soft serve with both hands while sukuna walked beside you toward your door.

you were finally calm again.

until he kissed your forehead, patted your ass lightly, and turned away. “see you tomorrow, babe.”

terror immediately flooded your face. you grabbed his arm so fast he almost stumbled back.

he looked down at you with a blink. then sighed. “…should’ve expected that.”

your eyes welled up again. “y-you’re leaving?”

“nah.” he unlocked your apartment and walked in beside you. “just wanted to see your face.” sukuna lied smoothly.

you blinked. “…oh.”

“cute reaction though.”

you huffed at him before setting your ice cream on the counter. “um… i need to pee.”

“okay?” he said, lifting a questioning brow, not quite sure what this has to do with him.

you awkwardly twisted your fingers together before looking up at him nervously.

a beat passed.

then sukuna sighed the sigh of a man accepting his fate.

a minute later, he was inside your bathroom aggressively yanking the shower curtain open .checking the cabinets. looking behind the door.

“there.” he deadpanned. “no demons.”

you stood in the doorway anxiously. “is it safe?”

“yes.”

“…promise?”

“baby, if something attacks you while you piss, i’ll personally beat its ass.”

you considered that seriously.

“…okay.”

you stepped inside cautiously.

“stand by the door.”

“stand by the—” he repeated in disbelief, before he stopped himself with a long exhale. “fine.”

“and turn around.”

“baby, i’ve literally seen you naked—”

“TURN AROUND.”

“bossy as hell,” he muttered, turning around anyway.

“and cover your ears.”

he stared at you over his shoulder in disbelief. “why?”

"i don't want you hearing me pee!"

sukuna sighed slowly. then lifted two resigned hands to his ears.

“not all the way though,” you continued nervously, “or you won’t hear me scream.”

sukuna closed his eyes and covered his ears, “that all, princess?”

“mhm!” you chirped brightly, kissing his cheek. “thanks honey. you’re sooo brave.”

he looked up at the ceiling like he was asking the universe for strength.

“next time we’re watching finding nemo.”

supa kyoot dividers by my fave @anitalenia !!

perm taglist: @dreamydaredevil @paparaysstuff

[ a/n ] : if u liked this one, i'd super duper appreciate if u checked out the prequel i wrote where kuna and reader are fwb (before they become official) !! love u guys sm THANK U FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS i didn't expect it at all c,:

[rivypetals]

lipstick kiss marks with bf!sukuna

“come on babe it’s gonna look so cool!” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes in another attempt to convince him.

you’d been scrolling through pinterest, following your nightly routine, when you came across a really cute couple pic where the guy had lipstick marks all over his bicep, maybe an overly used idea but you still found it pretty cute. and well, safe to say the idea had been stuck in your head for a week before you finally decided to play dirty and convince him to recreate the exact same picture for your perfected instagram feed.

and in your book, playing dirty meant mean puppy eyes and pouty lips with glossy tears sitting tightly on the edge of your lashes, threatening to spill over them.

a sight you knew he was hopelessly weak for.

you grinned to yourself. he was as grumpy as ever, letting out a long groan before throwing an arm over his eyes in a poor attempt to ignore you. huge mistake.

you were sitting on top of him while he lay sprawled across couch with his legs hanging over the armrest. fond as he was of summer, he wasn’t exactly immune to the dry heat that came with it and now he was dealing with a persistent headache for days, causing him to lay in the same spot for hours until the sun went down. currently, he was in his fourth hour of the day.

“babee,” you whined with the exact pout you knew he could never resist.

he groaned again, one hand instinctively settling around your waist to steady you. “y’know you’re a fucking menace.”

you grinned. “does that mean yes?”

a tight silence stretched across his features. he sighed as his voice crawled up to a tone so defeated.

“do whatever you want.”

you let out an excited squeal, a scream of victory, before immediately reaching for the red lipstick.

ever since you’d started dating, you’d realized no matter how stubborn or intimidating he could be, never before had it seem as he had the determination to say a simple ‘no’ to you. at first he’d been genuinely confused by it, convinced there had to be some scientific explanation for why he was physically incapable of rejecting you. well, the explanation he came up with was that he was just a guy so in love. a guy weak and devoted in love.

he seemed to accept this half scientific explanation he had for himself wholeheartedly. he was a weak man.

and well, you never opposed to his logic.

you actually loved this side of him, where he was all sharp edges to everyone else with his permanent scowl sitting roughly on his face, for you he was simply a man in love who couldn’t even say a simple no because he adored you far too much.

you smiled as you finished applying the lipstick, settling yourself more comfortably on his stomach for a better angle.

leaning down, you pressed the first kiss against his bicep. perfect. you couldn’t help giggling when you noticed him subtly flexing, despite acting like he was being held hostage.

your lips lingered just long enough to leave a perfect imprint against his skin. and you felt his shuddering breath near your ears, caressing your neck. his hand tightened against your waist. he, again, exhaled softly. the soft breath brushed the side of your face and he caressed your skin with his rough hands.

“thought you were against to this,” you teased with a knowing grin. “it seems like you’re enjoying yourself.”

he gave your waist a light smack. “focus on your job.” you laughed, swiping on the lipstick over your lips once more.

by the time you were finished, his entire bicep was covered in neatly arranged and gorgeous looking kiss marks.

“i told you this would look good.” you said proudly. “kuna let me grab my phone real quick! i need to post this! where do you think the lightning would—“ your words turned into distracted humming as you wandered off toward the bedroom.

when you came back, your steps stopped in the doorway. you rolled your eyes. “this man…”

you gotta be kidding me.

you caught him in front of the mirror, his back slightly turned, flexing his biceps and his eyes trailing the kiss marks with a pleasant glint, admiring the view in the mirror.

“oh my god, kuna you narcissistic animal,”

he ignored you completely.

you winced seeing his smirk. he changed his pose, flexed his arm again and nodded with a certain approval.

“you think i could go to the gym like this?”

“baby… what the hell?”

[applepilvrr]

texts with frat!sukuna except you’re scared of him

note : you were working on a group project with him plus four other people, till you two got assigned to finish the last part together.

masterlist

[sleepdeprivedfrfr]

sukuna vs girls night

the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there. 

you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quick 

“where ya goin?” his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp. 

“bathroom.” 

he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor. 

-

“holy shit ryomen, yer washed.” toji snickered through the mic. 

“easy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.” sukuna snarled back.

“aye back to back dubs speaks for itself.” 

“its been two rounds already?” sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap. 

“two rounds of belt? yea bro.” a snort came out from sukunas headphones. 

“im hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.”  sukuna teased. 

“blah blah blah we get it asshat.” 

sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice. 

“babe, you takin’ a shit?” 

a small snort escaped from the other side of the door, “yea ryo ive been shitting for two hours.” 

his crimson eyes fluttered into a roll before he twisted the knob again, “okay brat then why is the door locked, let me in.” 

needy bastard. “kuna you can wait for like two minutes, im almost done.” you added the final touches to your face before adjusting your dress again. kinda short. eh its fine. 

he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed “almost done what? I can smell your body wash, did you wanna go on a date ton-” 

the door swung open, revealing your finished look. hair done and neat, makeup on point, gold jewelry layered all over your body, and your new brown mini dress that hugged your body perfectly. 

sukuna paused, looked you up and down, eyes immediately turning hungry. 

“black shoes or brown shoes?” you cocked a brow at him. 

“fuck, you look gorgeous baby.” he answered completely ignoring your question, “where we goin’?” 

you puckered your lips and smiled back at him, “thank you. okay so black or brown?” 

“brown. and give me like fifteen minutes, I'll be ready.” he bee-lined straight to the bathroom before your manicured hand pressed against his chest, stopping him right in his tracks. 

“ryo you can’t come to girls night. I've told you this like a thousand times.” 

girls night? It was like someone shot him in the chest right then and there. not only were you looking absolutely beautiful on a night the both of you had off, you were going out with your friends. instead of sukuna. not to mention how much they hated sukuna. the burly mans shoulders tensed,

 “nonono, the hell you mean girls night? I thought WE were going out tonight.” it was almost pathetic how whiney his voice sounded. to anyone else it would've been a once in a blue moon sight, unfortunately for you it wasn’t. 

“ryo I told you last night that I was going out with them.” 

“did not.” 

“did too.” 

“did not.” 

“ryomen i literally told you before we went to bed and you said ‘okay ill drive you.” you pushed past him and slipped on your brown kitten heels, before admiring your full look in the mirror. 

“There's no way I said that, I was out cold before you even shut off the light.” he followed your trail like a sulking puppy`. a large six foot something sulking puppy.

“sukuna i promise you i’m not lying.” you paused with your purse and keys in hand.  

“fine. but if i get handsy in the car, you cannot blame me. you look so hot.” he grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the front door. 

you tsked, “mhm mhm no touching while my girls are in the car.” 

“what.” 

“we’re picking them up, remember?” 

“you’re shittin’ me.”

-

after thirty minutes of being interrogated, looped into gossip, and asked the ‘you’re a guy what do you think?’ question approximately fifteen times,  sukuna finally got to the restaurant. 

your girls murmured a bunch of rushed thank yous before quickly hopping out of the car and heading into the restaurant. sukunas hand still gripped the wheel, 

“thank you for dropping us off kuna.” you leaned over the center console and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to turn his head. 

“call me if anything.” he responded in a low mumble. 

“i know i know.” you smiled before turning to open your door. 

“wait.” you paused and turned to look back at your boyfriend who was already outside of the car, he made his way around to your side and opened your door. He held your hand in his large gruff one before pulling you into another kiss, he pulled away just an inch from your mouth, his breath still on yours,

“i’m fucking the shit out of you when you get home.” 

you felt the warmth pooling in your cheeks, you bit back a smile and mumbled back 

“promise?” 

sukunas hands gripped at your waist, before dropping to his sides, a slow huff escaped his nose, “pinky.” 

you snorted before walking off, feeling the sting of sukunas hand slapping your ass as you did so. 

-

sukuna knew as soon as you called three hours later, slurring every other word, that he would be eating his words that night.

 after dropping off your equally drunk friends, he carried you into bed, taking his time removing your make up because he knew you would yell at him if he didn’t, then taking off your heels and dress, changing you into one of his shirts.

“ryo.” 

“hm.” 

“my friendsss saidd they loveeyou.” 

“really?” shocking. considering they mean mugged him all night. didn’t even bother to say his name properly.

you nodded slowly under the sheets. 

“why’s that?” 

a hiccup escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut “they said… youmake mee glow.” 

“they’re idiots.” 

you snorted, “loveeyouu.” 

“i love you too brat.” 

he couldn’t even be mad at you for blue balling him all night.

theres always tomorrow.

posting schedule rivals coryxkenshin atp

divider @angeliicide

[paperellina]

toji adores the way his silly girl sleeps ♡ (rough toji x chubby reader)

toji thinks you sleep like somebody knocked you over and left you there, theres literally never any dignity to it.

one night he walks into the bedroom and finds you fully face down across the mattress, cheek smashed between two pillows, legs hanging off the edge like you slid outta the sky and landed wrong. another night youre asleep sitting up against the headboard with your arms folded like you were trying to stay awake and lost the fight halfway through.

and the soft little snores? jesus chris, they damn near kill him. and tonight is especially bad.

youre twisted up in the blankets wearing one of his old shirts, hair all over the place, mouth barely open while these tiny sleepy snores puff out every few seconds, your body limp like a heavy sack somebody dropped onto the bed, and toji just stands there staring for a long moment, big frame blocking the doorway, work jacket still half on, keys hanging from one finger while this deeply pained look settles over his face.

"…look at this damn girl." he mutters under his breath, to which you just snore louder and nuzzle deeper into the pillow. he snorts.

"...nah," he mutters, already moving toward the bed. "nah, cmere."

the mattress dips hard under his weight before both his hands grab at you at once, rough palms squeezing into your sides and thighs while he drags your limp body across the sheets toward him. you let out this weak sleepy whine without waking up properly, face still half buried in the pillow while he manhandles you around like an oversized stuffed animal.

"..toji," you mumble.

"yeah, yeah" he grumbles, visibly irritated by how cute you sound. "quit sleepin all stupid."

youre barely awake and somehow still trying to curl into him, warm and heavy against his chest while he sits there holding you with this tortured expression like hes suffering through it, and then you snore directly against his neck.

"..oh, you gotta be kiddin me," he mutters.

his grip tightens instantly after that, big hands squeezing at your soft sides hard enough to make you squirm in your sleep while he buries his face against your cheek with a rough groan.

you respond by drooling a little on his collarbone, and toji looks up at the ceiling for a long moment like hes asking god for strength, then he leans down and bites your cheek because the cuteness aggression youre giving him is way too much now.

"there," he mutters against your skin afterward, still holding you tight against him.

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[nanamisbbygirl]

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ working with line cook! toji and line cook! sukuna

sfw. waitress! reader. pining. touch of angst? resturant au. unedited. just something i whipped up quick tehehe. nsfw version????

the guys in the kitchen were always nice—at least to you they were. they were often spatting, throwing around insults, always on the verge into breaking into a fist fight or dramatically quitting. they became especially rowdy when a waiter came back with a messed up order. 

toji and sukuna were the worst out of the staff, and not just in their individual attitudes, but the way they acted to each other—their strings of curses knew no bounds, and the kitchen was lucky if by the end of the night every line cook still had their fingers. 

“the fuck it’s wrong,” sukuna would mutter under his breath, “this is medium rare—do they wanna be chewing on leather?” 

his sneers were strong, and the way his tattoos wrinkled up with every exaggerated emotion. he’d swear under his breath, turning to the vegetables he’d been chopping, using his knife with such precision it was almost deadly. for someone who was always in a bad mood, though, he seemed to be passionate about what he did—maybe that was why he got so offended any time anyone questioned the food they had received. 

toji, on the other hand, was there for the paycheck and the paycheck alone. he found any excuse to slip out of the kitchen, sometimes pawning a cigarette and taking as long as possible to smoke it. he showed up half-awake, always looking a little scruffy, and with a blunt attitude. 

“stop fucking standing in the way,” he’d grumbled at waiters that rushed in, and worming they way through the kitchen. he’d roll his eyes and get back to half-assing his job. sukuna could sense the laziness from across the room, and within minutes the two were bickering. 

“quit standing around, you little shit,” sukuna would order, although toji was anything but little. 

the older man stood there with a grimace, looking up from the vegetables being sautéd on the pan. toji narrowed in his vision. 

“i’m fucking cooking here,” he claimed, gesturing to the meal being prepped. sukuna scoffed again—making his emotions known to the whole kitchen—a clear sign to steer clear of the two of them. unless you wanted a rolling pin thrown at your head, of course. 

yet, as soon as you walked through the kitchen doors to pick up the next order, their behaviour seemed to improve drastically. 

“um sukuna,” you started, looking down at the plate with a bit of a pout. “they ordered the sweet potato fries. these are just the regular ones.” 

you held up the plate to show him, voice small, clearly not wanting to inconvenience him. sukuna only stared, eyes widening slowly, studying the way you stood there. if it had been anyone else he would’ve chewed their head off. but, it was you, and slowly, he pulled the ticket up to inspect it. he then eyed the plate once more, drawing his conclusion. his lips pressed together, and he took a deep breath. 

the rest of the kitchen held their breath for you, hoping that he wouldn’t take it out on you. just last night he and another waiter nearly poked each other's eyes out over a mixed up order. so as they watched sukuna, it was as if the whole room fell silent. 

“my mistake,” he grunted, taking the plate from you, surprising everyone with his lack of outburst. it was like a blue moon experience, especially as they heard the following words slip from sukuna’s mouth: “i’ll fix it—sorry about that.” 

his subtle kindness went right over your head, and everyone could see the way he softened up, yet no one wanted to be the one to point it out—they didn’t want to deal with an angry sukuna while he held a knife. it was painfully obvious to the whole kitchen staff that you were his favourite waitress, and they wondered when you would finally notice it. 

“hey were are you heading off to?” sukuna would ask as he saw you pacing towards the punch-clock. he almost lost track of the meat he was grilling, focussed on the way you seemed to be in a rush. 

“oh i got cut, so i’m heading home,” you said, smiling. although, sukuna’s face was far from mimicking that reaction. 

he knew that you going home meant that he wouldn’t get to see you for at least another week, which felt like an eternity away. he contemplated switching his availability just to raise the chances of being scheduled at the same time as you. he sighed internally, nodding at your words, even though he didn’t want to accept them. 

“right,” he said, confirming what you said as if it was a question. “have a good night.” 

he wasn’t a strong flirt, or a smooth talker—not by any means. he hoped that you noticed his kindness—or, at least, his attempts at kindness. 

“you too,” you smiled at him, making his heart thump. “see you later, suki!” 

sukuna wasn’t sure if it was the heat from the kitchen that was making him feel so hot, or the fact that you had a little nickname for him. either way, his cheeks were burning, and if anyone else looked close enough they would see a playful pink tint added to his face. 

toji wasn’t any better at hiding his intrigue in you. 

he could spot you dotting around the kitchen, sticking out like a sore thumb. clearly you were too caught up in your own work to notice the chaos of the kitchen, which often made him snicker. 

every now and then, when he would wait outside to smoke, you’d stumble out carrying a heft garbage bag from the kitchen. with both your hands gripped the black blastic, you were barely able to hold your own balance. 

“what fuckers made you take this out?” he’d question with a scoff, shaking his head at the thought of the boys in the kitchen making a pretty little thing like you do such a tough task. 

“it’s okay, i got it,” you replied with a false sense of confidence. 

only, the bag most definitely weighed as much as you did, and although toji didn’t want to be rude he was sure that you didn’t have the strength to haul it up into the big, rotting bin they kept in the back. especially with the way you were already huffing and puffing as you tried to haul it. 

he took a step forward, leaning off the wall he’d been resting against and reached his hand forward. 

“here,” he said quickly, his fingers brushing over your knuckles as he took the bag from you. you didn’t fight him, though, feeling flustered at the contact. toji took a few steps over and threw the bag into the garbage like it was nothing. 

he wiped his hands against the back pocket of his jeans and then smirked back at you, “see, it was no trouble.” 

“thanks, toji,” you hummed, still catching your breath. 

there was a nice breeze, and the moon was out. it didn’t help that your feet were starting to throb. maybe you could join toji while he was out there? 

“it’s good to get some fresh air every once and a while, y’know?” he interjected, as if he could read your thoughts. he dug into his pocket and pulled out a pack of marlboros, sliding out a cylinder and slotting it between his teeth. next, he fished for a lighter and cupped his hands in front of the cigarette’s tip, lighting it carefully. 

you couldn’t help but watching, catching the way his arms flexed ever-so-slightly. you had never looked at toji in that light and as he locked eyes with you, any thoughts about work or the tables that were being waited on slipped from your mind. 

“you want a hit?” he questioned, a little rasp in his voice. 

tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you shook your head softly. 

“i don’t smoke,” you replied, and toji realized then what sukuna was seeing in you. that soft, sweetness, that even though the business could be a little cut throat at times, you were still an optimist. 

“probably for the best, sweetheart” he hummed along, letting you stay by his side regardless. 

time seemed to pass differently outside, and before you knew it, you had been gone longer than you had anticipated. laughing along with the jokes that toji made, you heard the door creep open, and turning your head you quickly noticed sukuna standing there. 

“it’s getting busy,” he stated, although he seemed a little pale—like there was a lingering disappointment in his eyes. “manager’s been looking for you.” 

“shoot,” you frowned, looking down at your watch, rushing back into the kitchen and praying that your tables weren’t getting angry. you ran past sukuna without saying anything else to either one of the men, trying to get back on track for the rest of your shift. 

when sukuna stared down at toji, they didn’t exchange a single word, just a quick scowl and a vicious glare. it was like two animals trying to get territorial, the real question was which one would be successful?

[shibuyafiles]

ryōmen sukuna has a clingy s/o.

genre: fluff / comfort

the king of curses mutilates people for less than any of the things you do to him on a daily basis.

walking into the room to inform him of the latest update on the warfront, uraume decides they have certainly witnessed more compromising states than this.

they bow down before the king of curses, who is currently lounging on his throne with you draped over his shoulders—like some human mink coat or a sentient scarf of sorts, snoring softly into his unkempt hair.

“lord sukuna.” they rise and address him, tone within the emotional range of a stone.

“speak.”

“...i can return later.”

“no, report.”

uraume’s eyes divert to the snuffling form of you for exactly half a second, a monumental display of curiosity for the permafrost-carved servant. they begin their report, speaking in their usual monotone intonation, but sukuna catches note of the way their eyes keep drifting upward.

“what.”

“nothing, my lord.” uraume meets his four eyes, choosing the addition of words with care. “it’s just... interesting, to see you so—”

“watch your mouth before i slice it off.”

“accommodating.” uraume finishes, deadpan, because they've served him long enough to know when he’s all bark.

sukuna's upper set of eyes narrows, but the lower pair flicks upward—toward your head, where your exhales stir the fine strands of his light crimson hair.

“i am going to flay you,” he says, deeply flat.

burrowed so deep into the crook of his neck, sukuna feels the damp warmth of your huff against him like a warm parasite that had somehow convinced itself the king of curses is a personal mattress. your previously limp hand curls into the fabric of his dark kimono, loosely holding on to a fistful of the silk robe as you exhale harder into his thick neck.

uraume's eyebrow twitches, a fraction of a millimeter—practically a scream of emotion from them.

“finish the report,” sukuna growls, low enough that it vibrates through his wide chest—and through you, because you're plastered to his body like a second skin. you stir, mumble something unintelligible, and he stills again.

uraume continues, detailing the skirmish in various territories, relaying information on sorcerers who think they could exorcise a fragment of their lord’s power. standard fare and utterly boring, sukuna only half-listens. the other half of his attention tuned into the way your breath starts to even out again, deep and slow, weight becoming heavier against him—fully asleep and dead to the world, completely vulnerable in the lap of the most deadly being in existence.

reckless, sukuna thinks. how idiotic.

his lower left arm moves, the rough hand settling against the small of your back, steadying you as you slip dangerously close to sliding off his shoulder.

he adjusts without thinking—tugging you close against him, rearranging your limbs so you lay across his lap instead.

uraume stops mid-sentence.

“continue.” sukuna snaps.

“the latest front has been... largely pacified.” uraume’s voice is perfectly measured. their eyes are not—intrigued gaze fixing on the way sukuna’s thumb traces an absent circle against your spine. “we anticipate the remaining forces will mobilize. shall I—”

“no.”

uraume continues theorizing as sukuna's second mouth, the one on his stomach, lets out this tiny rumble—not quite a growl, nor a purr. something in between. something possessive.

he cuts uraume off without looking away.

“speak quieter.”

“very well.”

silence engulfs the quarters. uraume remains perfectly still, head bowed, waiting for the inevitable command to execute the upcoming massacres. the only sound is the rhythmic, maddeningly peaceful puff of oxygen against sukuna’s skin.

your hand finds one of his in your sleep, palm curling against two of his fingers. he stares at your grasp like it offends him.

"i am going to kill the rest," sukuna announces.

uraume nods, faint and brief.

“in the morning.”

“naturally.”

“when they’re awake.”

“i’m sure they’ll be devastated.”

sukuna’s eye twitches. he could kill uraume. he won't. but he could.

then you sigh in your sleep—soft, contented—and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, right over his pulse point, where the skin is thinner and no one has ever been dumb enough to put their mouth.

sukuna’s grip tightens around yours, his chest tightening. he grits his teeth.

“uraume.”

they perk up.

“find a blanket.”

uraume blinks, most expressive they've been in decades. “...a blanket.”

“you heard me.”

“of course, lord Sukuna.” they bow, and sukuna picks up on the hint of a smile his servant holds off.

the sliding doors shut behind uraume.

then sukuna is alone. with you, your breath—the hands, tiny compared to his, enveloped in his, and the infuriating, tight heat spreading through his torso.

a curse user who has unraveled sorcerers from the inside out, yet he cannot bring himself to move.

[paperellina]

distracting toji while he's on the phone...♡ (rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)

tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.

its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.

"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."

meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.

your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.

"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.

you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.

the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.

then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.

his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"

by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.

youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.

the silence on the other end of the call stretches.

"...you still there?" the guy asks.

toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.

"yeah." he says "keep talkin."

but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.

toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.

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[starspenxcie]

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fluff - baby!gumi having a nightmare

it’s just past 2am when the bedroom door creaks open.

you stir first. you don’t even sit up, just blink at the shadow in the doorway. the shadow is small and chubby, clutching a frog plushie to his chest.

“gumi?” you whisper. “what is it, baby?”

he doesn’t say anything. just stands there in his too-big froggie pajamas, silent.

you sit up.

that’s when he toddles over. silently with quick little steps and climbs straight into the bed, right between you and toji. gumi wedges himself into the sheets like he’s done it a thousand times (he has).

you gather him close instinctively. his cheeks are warm and his long lashes are damp,

“bad dweam,” he mumbles.

your heart breaks into a million tiny pieces. “oh, baby.”

“was big an’ loud an’ - an’ it chased me,” he sniffles. 

“fwoggie twied t’fight it but he don’t got arms.”

you nod solemnly. “poor froggie. so brave.”

“he twied,” megumi insists, serious as death. “but it was too monsty.”

he sniffles again. then hiccups.

you pat gumi’s back. he’s curling into a tighter and tighter ball, sock hanging off one foot, toes cold against your thigh.

“what happened to your other sock?” you ask, gently.

megumi lifts his head. considers this. looks at froggie. then solemnly whispers: “he eated it.”

toji, who was pretending to be asleep, snorts into his pillow.

you don’t even correct him. just nod very seriously. “we’ll deal with that tomorrow.”

then gumi wiggles around like a franticworm until he’s planted directly on top of toji’s chest. 

he’s sprawled out like a starfish. plump cheek smushed against toji’s rough skin. froggie clutched in one hand, the other splayed out like he’s claiming territory.

toji lets out the heaviest sigh.

“he’s a parasite,” he mutters. “a chonky parasite.”

but one big hand still rises to cup the back of megumi’s head.

megumi lets out the tiniest little hum of satisfaction. already drifting off again.

hopefully dreaming about something sweeter. 

based on this request

[aquasprings]

is that a…frat boy car wash?

everyone at your university saw the instagram post. ALPHA NU CAR WASH - SAT. ALL DAY. CHARITY EVENT. of course you and shoko decided to go. it'd be criminal not to, honestly, as pres and vice pres of campus's favourite sorority.

someone’s blasting music too loud when you get there, so much that it rattles the insides of your car. there’s a handwritten sign taped to the garage that says “charity car wash” but the energy is less charity and more...male ego.

shoko watches the lineup of men with a little smile. you chew on your bottom lip, manicured nails tapping against the wheel, delighted grin spread across your face as your eyes flick over the soapy disaster crew.

gojo's got a white tee on, clinging to his body like second skin, and flexes his arms every time he wrings out a sponge. you can tell he relishes in the fangirl squeals the most - he is giving them a free show, after all. toji's leaning over a car hood, shirtless, water sliding down his forearms slowly. he looks bored, and somehow still ridiculously attractive about it. and of course, sukuna - he's not even pretending this is community service. he's got a sponge in one hand, smirk permamently set on his face. soap streaks across his arms like war paint and smudges across his cheeks.

your car rolls in and you slow down right in front of them like you’re selecting an option on a menu you already memorized. the window goes down. "gojo!"

his head snaps up, a grin spreading across his face the second he sees you. "angel! well, look who finally showed up."

"i was busy."

"doing what?"

"avoiding your texts."

shoko laughs under her breath, and gojo clutches his chest dramatically. "so mean to me."

you tap the steering wheel. “my car looks dirty.”

“we can fix that,” gojo says immediately, way too fast, already moving closer.

“obviously,” sukuna adds like he’s amused by how predictable this is becoming.

it turns into a show very, very quickly. gojo's flexing his arms, soap sliding down his wrists, and he glances at you every few seconds like he's checking if you're watching. he already knows you are.

your favourite show is toji on the hood, forearms working sloowwwww and steady, soap caught on his abs and chest that you desperately want to wipe off for him.

sukuna is closer than he needs to be on your side of the car, wiping soap in lazy arcs, eyes flicking up to you. when he catches your eyes meeting his he winks.

shoko nudges you. “this is insane.”

“drive through is looking kind of different today,” you murmur back, already smiling.

you pop open the sunroof of your car, upper body rising into the open air, wind catching your hair, laughter spilling out before you fully process what you’re doing.

all three of them pause.

“hi,” you say brightly, looking down at them like this is a normal interaction between humans who definitely aren’t soaked in soap and half naked.

gojo recovers first. “you always travel like this?”

“only when the scenery’s good.”

toji huffs a quiet laugh at that, like he didn’t mean to. sukuna’s mouth curls slightly, sharper now.

you lean forward a little more through the sunroof, bracing your hands on the roof of the car. “you’re all doing a terrible job, by the way.”

“we’re trying our best,” gojo says, offended in the most unserious way possible.

“try harder,” you reply. you lean forward slightly, bracing on the roof, smiling down at them. “which one of you is actually the best worker here?”

“me,” gojo says instantly.

“false,” toji says.

“insane answer,” sukuna adds.

you laugh. “wow, competition’s brutal.”

gojo straightens, water and foam sliding down his arms. “i can prove it.”

“how?” shoko calls.

gojo looks up at you instead of her. “watch.”

before anyone can stop it, he steps closer, climbing up the hood of your car. you don’t move away. you’re still smiling when he reaches you, hand lightly braced on the roof.

he kisses you like it’s casual, like it’s part of the job description he made up for himself. quick, warm and a little too confident. when he pulls back he’s grinning. “see?” he says. “best worker.”

shoko’s silently screaming in the passenger seat.

toji exhales deeply. sukuna looks ready to punch gojo. you blink once then smile wider. “hmm,” you say. “unverified data.”

gojo pouts. “unverified—”

“next,” you interrupt, pointing lazily. your gaze lands on toji.

he pauses. “don’t start.”

“come here,” you say simply.

there’s a beat where you think he may be pondering it but he walks over anyway. when he reaches you he doesn’t say anything.

you lean down first. this kiss is different. deeper, softer, and your hand comes up to rest at toji’s jaw while your eyes flutter shut. he wordlessly stays closer than before when you pull away, tongue swiping over your bottom lip. his eyes track the movement, and you watch his adam’s apple bob.

“you’re trouble,” he says.

“you’re still helping me clean my car,” you reply.

sukuna clicks his tongue. “this is ridiculous.”

you turn your head slightly, looking at him last. “are you gonna complain the whole time or join in?”

his eyes narrow a fraction. “you think i’m doing this for free?”

“you’re already here,” you say.

he doesn’t climb up the car like gojo, he just reaches you, one hand on the roof, the other lightly catching your wrist. you kiss him briefly - maybe a little longer than a peck, but when you move away he pulls you closer, his hand on your wrist coming up to the back of your head. he kisses you hard, tongue pushing its way through your lips, pressing against yours. when you make a tiny noise of surprise sukuna only pulls you closer still.

the people around you whistle and cheer. shoko’s positively losing it beside you. you can see her snapping pictures.

“done,” sukuna says when he pulls off, leaving you breathless and surprised. you grin like you won something, leaning in and kissing him one last time before sinking back down into your seat.

“good workers,” you say brightly.

gojo scoffs. "workers is crazy."

"what would you prefer?"

"something hotter."

"employees?" you lilt, and shoko burts laughing. toji drops his head with a groan, even sukuna smirks.

"unbelievable," the latter mutters, eyes still trained on you.

you flash them a sweet smile, sliding your sunglasses back down your nose. "thanks for the wash, boys."

"that's all we get?" gojo calls.

you pull away, waving lazily through the window. "keep up the good work."