᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who was shit out of luck for a couple weeks when his last plug got in legal trouble, leaving him to deal with his nephew fully aware of every stupid thing that toddler did. he got the contact of another supplier nearby.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who first contacted you over the phone. he was surprised you were a woman, but that's really it. he thought of it proceeding as normal business. he'd order, someone would deliver it personally. however, the thing did surprise him was when his stuff was in pink packaging — even the blunts had pink wrapping paper with bows.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who got a bit ticked off at the fact one of your deliverers was jacking up the price, so he decided to meet you in person next time.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who met you after a series of unfortunate events following him being scammed out his money (leading to your deliverer being hospitalized). in all honesty, the act of you showing up at his door with not only his weed looking like a gender reveal present, but also looking like the cutest thing in the world, threw him off.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who has worked with children before turning to this choice in career.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who ended up introducing you to his nephew, yuji after a couple of times. " damn brat doesn't know what 'go upstairs and play with your toys' means. " he grumbled under his breath, glaring at the boy who seemed to have barely started kindergarten.
" he's so adorable! " your squeal made him suck his teeth and roll his eyes. you cradled yuji in a hug, he was clinging to you like a koala on a branch. " and he's strong for his age. you have the cutest nephew...! " yuji started appearing every time you arrived to sukuna's apartment; you treated him like he was your nephew.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who would show up to your apartment unannounced sometimes with yuji holding his finger, which barely fit in his hand. a good once a month, megumi, yuji's kindergarten friend would come along too (he would drag him along). " he brought a friend, " sukuna's deep voice deadpanned.
you were hesitant about letting two children barely over 5 years old into your space where substances were present. but you hid them good enough so they wouldn't accidentally find it.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who questioned your true intentions with your field of choice when he got back from running whatever errands that caused him to drop off yuji and his playdate at your home. " how'd you get this job? i'm wonderin'... " he scrunched his face in concern, " you seem better with kids. "
" being a teacher doesn't pay the bills as it should," you responded, pulling the homemade cookies from the oven. " cookies are done, boys! " your voice pulled them from megumi teaching yuji how to make shadow animals on the wall, watching them race to gobble all of the crumbs left.
" use your manners. " sukuna lifted yuji by his collar, making him squirm. " thamk you! " he spoke with a mouth full. " gross, itadori. you're getting crumbs everywhere, " megumi repulsed.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who used the fact she was sukuna's plug and his babysitter as a way to get closer to him.
It was such a tiring mission. You and Megumi had to get up at 4 in the morning with Ijichi to drive you to the train station, ride the bullet train for 4 hours, then ride another train for an hour, then fight the curse which had been incorrectly graded. The assignment said grade 3, but it was absolutely grade 2, maybe even semi-grade 1. Hours of your lives wasted on hunting the curse, losing it, chasing it through a forest, then losing it AGAIN. Rinse and repeat this process a few more times.
You didn't get home until well into the late afternoon, bordering on evening. Safe to say the second you both set foot on school grounds you went straight to your room and in bed. Megumi in tow of course.
"Oh my godddddd I feel disgusting." You whine as you kick the door shut behind you.
"Then go take a shower." Megumi is already grabbing a set of pajamas out of the drawer you kept dedicated to his spare clothing.
"I'm so tired, though," you flop yourself face down on the mattress and kick your shoes off, letting them fly wherever on the floor.
"Shower or I'm going upstairs to my room." He says sternly. It's kind of cute.
"I promise I'm not gross, I just wanna sleep." You groan into your thick blanket. You feel Megumi staring holes into the back of your head.
"You're pretty gross." He opens the door, but you manage to get the last word in before he shuts it behind him.
"All I heard was pretty!"
You roll over and slide onto the floor, sighing. You aren't gross, but the idea of standing for 10 more minutes feels like the equivalent of chopping your legs off. Your joints groan and complain as you force yourself to get up and leave for the showers.
When you return with wet hair and soft cotton pajamas, Megumi has already made himself comfortable on your bed. Sitting up against the headboard with an arm tucked under his neck, his shirt riding up and showing the perfect amount of stomach, and long legs stretched out over the sheets while he scrolls mindlessly through his phone. He's so handsome it physically pains you.
"What?" He looks in your direction once with only narrowed eyes before going back to his phone. You blush and turn to hang your towel and toss your nasty uniform in the basket.
"No-" you pause to clear your throat, "nothing."
"Right." He says sarcastically.
He lifts his arm as you climb into bed with him, wrapping it around you as you settle halfway on top of him, draping your legs over his and getting lost in the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your head.
"Can we talk about how stupid today was?"
"In the morning. I wanna sleep." He turns off his phone and sets it on the nightstand.
"Whatever." You groan as you nuzzle into the warmth of his chest.
You reach over and turn off the lamp as Megumi scoots down the bed, dragging you with him. He pulls up the blanket and threads his fingers through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. You feel your eyelids start to droop, but you still fumble for the tv remote and turn it on, wincing together at the brightness.
"What do you wanna watch?" You ask as you adjust the brightness for the dark room, even though the faded blue of early twilight still peaks through the edges of the curtains.
"Nothing? Go to sleep." He tries to pry your head away from the tv and further into his chest, but fails.
"I just need background noise, you snore."
"Pardon?" Megumi looks genuinely offended when you look up at him.
"You do. It's like hoooonk mimimimimimi hoooonk mimimimimimimi" you burst into unrestrained laughter when he shoves your head away to shut you up.
"Shut up and go to sleep." He snatches the tv remote and turns it off, the room returning to darkness.
"Oh come-" he slaps a hand over your mouth, lovingly, of course, despite your grumbling.
"Sleeeeep." He says quietly, shutting his eyes and running his fingers up and down your arm.
Instead of saying anything else, you decide to quit messing with him and just melt in his touch. The gentle thumping of his heart below your ear is like a gentle lullaby, paired with his fingers gently tracing vague patterns on your arm, you're down for the count within minutes.
Ok I'm gonna run away now thanks bye
Also someone tell me how to make my blog pretty cuz this is NOT it
the evening was cold and gloomy perfectly reflecting your mood right now.
curled up with your boyfriend, megumi, in bed you were sniffling softly head tucked under his chin as he stroked your hair softly.
“he’s mean” you pouted upset when gojo accidentally pushed you too far in training.
“i know baby i know, so mean” megumi whispered into your hair.
“you know what will make it better?”
“what sweet girl?”
“kuro and shiro” you said looking up at him with a smile.
he sighed looking back at you “gojos going to get mad if i keep summoning them for non urgent reasons” he tried to argue but when you flashed him the puppy eyes he instantly folded.
“okay okay” he said lifting his hands off you and bringing them together before whispering “divine dogs”
almost immediately they poofed in the big dogs running onto the bed into your lap licking and barking happily at you.
“oh kuro, shiro, i missed you guys too!” you giggled petting the black hairs fur.
“if you keep babying them they’re going to get soft” megumi said reaching out to pet shiro who rolled over lazily in his lap for him.
“it’s fine they’re too cute to ever be mean” you cooed right in kuros face, “isn’t that right my sweet boy?”
“that’s my name but whatever” megumi grumbled behind you.
falling asleep with all four of you piled in bed it was a massive cuddle puddle or warm bodies and the soft rise and fall of your breathing.
megumi stroked your hair before leaning down kissing it “sleep well…”
max yaps: THIS IS SO CUTE I CANT (stop glazing yourself max)
yuji and choso's ambigious warning will be the death of you.
what's happening? why is sukuna coming? what's he going to say?
honestly, you would've liked it better if sukuna caught you by surprise. you wouldn't be pacing around your apartment like a madwoman. it gets to a point. a point where the four walls of your apartment feels like a confinement, bouncing the same anxiety-riddled thoughts onto you.
you have to get out of here. now.
grabbing your keys and your phone, you make a swift exit out of your apartment. going down the elevator, exiting the complex. you can't see sukuna right now. if you do, you know you'll fold. if he says something that's going to hurt you, you don't know if you'll be able to handle the pain again. when did you let it get this bad?
as you're walking through the cold night, trying to leave the grounds of your apartment complex, a hand grabs your wrist.
a strike of lightning illuminates the sky, the streetlight you're standing under, flickering.
right there and then, you're gone.
"y/n."
his breath is ragged as if he ran to catch you. right before you were about to leave.
"please," he whispers.
you can't bring yourself to look at him, let alone turn around. you can feel him. despite the chilly air, his presence makes itself known. the commanding structure tearing through the force of nature. it's intimidating at the very least.
"look at me."
"no."
"please, i know what i did. just look at me please," sukuna speaks gently. you never knew he could sound like that. so soft, gentle, like his voice was a part of the orchestra played by the wind and the stray leaves it took into the air.
"i'm not here to fight with you," he continues. "i want to make it right again."
i know. it sucks that i know that's why you're here.
"i told you that i'm done with you," you say, but it sounds more like you're trying to convince yourself. it's not over. it's never really over with him. "leave."
"i can't," he answers.
"i moved on, sukuna," you state with a strong exhale. "i'm not going to do this with you anymore. it's over."
"is it?" he asks, slightly arrogant. like he knows. like he knows you could never be done with him. there was no moving on from him, no escape. like that point of contact in this very moment meant he could read every crevice of your mind, see how much of him its filled with. how you can't sleep at night, not knowing whether the two of you will ever work it out. how you wake up in the morning, pick up your phone to see if he's texted—whether it was something snarky about geto or about making things right.
maybe there would be one day you'd move on. forget sukuna. but, right now, in this very second, standing here, your heart palpitates at the thought of him. and he's manifested into your space, making it worse.
you make the mistake of peering back, bringing your hand up as to shake him off. except it pulls him closer.
you accidentally make eye contact with him.
his eyebrows are drawn in, eyes sparkling. crescent bags hang under his eyes, lips pursed.
and, as if all of that isn't enough, it starts raining. a bit at first. water spitting down at the two of you. behind him is the blank canvas of the night, lightning striking down the landscape.
your body turns before your mind can catch up.
you're alone, face-to-face after weeks of being apart.
"is it over?" he asks again.
you can't answer his question.
"i've been horrible to the one person who didn't deserve it," sukuna says. "you deserve happiness, security and love and i couldn't provide that for you. i left you when it mattered the most. i reacted unfairly towards you and others because i couldn't take it when you tried to move on."
he grabs your other hand, looking into your eyes, searching for something that is trying very hard to hide. it hits your heart, him admitting that he was wrong.
"i'm sorry, y/n," he apologises, gripping your wrist tightly. "i'm so fucking sorry."
for once, words don't leave your mouth. for someone who could out-talk the entire world, you're speechless.
"i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry. fuck, i'll tell you until i die if you want me to. just take me back. let me be a part of your life again."
there's a whiny end to his words. still deep but slightly elongated. like he's trying to make the moment last longer by any means.
you sigh, "i-i don't know."
"what do you want me to do?" he asks immediately, barely letting you finish your sentence. the rain comes down harder, dampening your heads, "do you want me to get on my knees and plead? i'll do it."
"no—"
sukuna kneels down, never letting go of your hands. he looks up at you from where he is, large eyes too dangerous. your breath hitches in your throat and a small laugh comes out at last, "you can't be serious right now."
"i've never been more serious in my life," he deadpans. "i'm not leaving the ground until you take me back."
you stare at each other, letting the sound of the rain hit the pavement. no one's around you right now and even if there was, you don't think you'd be aware of it. your eyes are on him, consumed by him.
"it all comes back to you, y/n," he says. "i've never felt this way for anyone before, i don't think i'll ever be able to again. please take me back."
it's funny.
you can see his heart beating in his eyes.
begging for you.
a primal need for you.
the past few weeks have challenged every notion you've had of sukuna. his care for you, potential love, his temper and his way of thinking. but the moment he kneeled down, it answered them together.
his heart, warmth and comfort—it all comes back to you. you've managed to claim them. when you're not there, he can't handle them on his own.
"i need you. i can't be a man without you."
that agony is replaced with something lighter. butterflies flying in a meadow during the peak of spring.
you smile down at him.
you turn away.
he shakes your hands, "look at me. please. tell me you want to make it work. please, baby."
you know the answer.
you've always known the answer.
this is what you wanted. more than what you wanted, in fact.
you only expected him to talk to you. but to be begging you, full submission, knees grazing against the wet pavement? this is a man who truly cannot live without you. who are you to deny it?
yes, sukuna has done you dirty multiple times. he's been evil, he's hit people in your name and he has so much wrongness within him, but above all that, he loves you. and, if you're honest, this is making you realise you might be in love with him too.
this feels nice.
you might never get a chance to see him like this again.
perhaps you should play one last game.
one last game to drive him insane.
"what will happen if i forgive you?" you ask him, pretending to be serious.
sukuna looks around, mind running at a hundred miles, "anything you want. you want the ownership to my house? my shop?"
you laugh, "seriously?"
"yes. i'll take you on dates, i'll—" sukuna furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head at you, "you're fucking with me, aren't you?"
"n-no! i'm still mad!"
"yeah, right," sukuna blurts out. he yanks you down, allowing you to fall onto his hard chest. he catches you by the waist, "leave, then."
"you're trapping me, dumbass. how can i leave?!" you ask, smacking his hect.
sukuna looks away, dropping his arms to his sides, "go on, then. leave. and i'll probably run myself into a tree."
"are you threatening me with suicide?" you ask, grabbing his jaw to face you.
he shrugs, "no. i'm just saying what will happen."
"you are so stupid," you reply. "clean your fucking mouth."
"do you forgive me?" he asks again, eyes full of hope.
you're practically soaked in the rain. but neither of you could care. your answer would make or break this.
"if i didn't, i would've left the moment you held my wrist," you finally answer.
he's quiet for a second. mulling over your words. then, scrutinises over it, "so, we're good?"
"yes!" you exclaim.
"fuck, finally," he sighs. "oh, yeah. one more thing, i love you."
"i know," you nod. "i mean! i love you too, but i know."
"yeah, after this performance, how could you not?"
"i mean, i been told."
he thinks for a second.
then, he nods along as if understanding how you could've come to know about it.
"not mad?" you ask, surprised by the calmness.
"have a lot to fix with those idiots," he says, tucking your hair behind your ear, one hand holding your back to steady you on him. "lots to apologise for. but i'll save it for another day."
"o-oh? okay," you say to him. "so, like, do you want to keep being unlabelled with me?"
"fuck no!" sukuna shouts. "you're my woman now."
"elaborate."
"we're getting married next week."
you gasp. then, realise it's very well a joke, "you had me for a second. okay, that's like the craziest way to say i'm your girlfriend."
"for now," he says. "i'm going to marry you one day."
"have to ask geto first," you frown.
sukuna's face falls.
you wrap your arms around his neck, "i'm kiddingggg! is it a bad time to tell you that i used him to make your jealous?"
"i knew it," he sneers at you. "evil, fucking woman."
"hey! i'm your evil, fucking woman now."
"right. what misery have i entangled myself to?"
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SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
boyfriend!Megumi who constantly carries little candies inside of his pockets and wallet, even keeps them around the house just for you to have whenever you get cranky.
boyfriend!Megumi who holds you as he listens to your sleepy rants about whatever was bothering you that day. he’d stroke your hair nodding and huming along just happy to have you close to him.
boyfriend!Megumi who likes to sit next to you while you do your makeup and get ready for the day watching you asking what each product does.
“what’s that” he asks as you out concealer on
“it’s to hide blemishes” you mumble concentrating.
“that’s dumb” you hear him grumble beside you “i don’t think you have any”
boyfriend!Megumi who always keeps up with the routine of one date every week. no matter what’s happening if you haven’t had a date that week by the weekend, he will find any excuse to call something a date even if it’s just sharing a cozy bath.
boyfriend!Megumi who sits beside you while you shower outside on the floor reading or yapping just wanting to be close like a dog with separation anxiety.
boyfriend!Megumi who practices aftercare like a ritual always without fail grabbing a warm wash cloth to clean you up with after.
boyfriend!Megumi who always gives you spare cash to go treat yourself. whenever he hands over the money he says “my girl deserves the best”.
boyfriend!Megumi who when making out will holding you close hugging g you stroking your hair, and when his kisses move down your neck he whispers sweet nothings into your skin
dividers credit: @suupersonic
max yaps: i ADORE this sm its so cute and he’s so cute and everything is so cute. i’m not even kidding when i say im writing this at 2am bc i can’t sleep so sorry if none of this makes sense T_T
Perched on your bed you were hugging your massive bunny plushie holding it tight as you recited your day to your boyfriend, Megumi.
this man will listen to anything and everything nodding along slowly and smiling watching how you waved your hands when recalling events and how you would buffer for a few seconds trying to remember details.
right now you were currently retelling the story of how the barista at the cafe was hitting on you.
"he gave me my drink and you know what he wrote on the cup?" you said clearly fuming pouting softly.
"what did he write, baby?" he hummed tilting his head to the side watching you with heart shaped eyes.
"his number!" you gasped jumping up on the bed the bunny plushie going flying but he quickly grabs it and puts it back in your hands still wearing that soft adoring smile. "can you believe that?!"
"i really can" he grinned knowing that would tick you off.
your face went flat to a frown, looking back at him "excuse me?" you gasped dramatizing it "how could you say that Im your girlfriend not his!" you squealed smacking him with a pillow.
he laughed ducking tackling you back down into the bed "no no no, baby" he shushed you giving you kisses all over your cheeks. "you're just to beautiful why wouldn't he want you, but sadly for him you're all mine."
you looked up at him with a soft smile "all yours?"
"thats right sweet girl, all mine" he whispered lips ghosting yours before leaning in to kiss you.
max yaps: AHH FIRST JJK POST!!! as always please tell me if there are any mistakes or typos or any improvements. i do think i’ll be switching to jjk based posts sooo… (sorry) def will be writing more jjk in the future
24 hours. no one’s had any news from you for 24 hours. your roommates are back home to visit their family, your parents are too far away. you shouldn’t have been alone, you had plans with your boyfriend for the weekend— that is, until you received a picture of him and another girl in his bed, telling you that she was sorry, that she was looking out for you because she had no idea he had a girlfriend.
you spent the next 24 hours in a daze. you don’t remember how much you cried, if your body was able to produce tears at all, or if your tear ducts had simply finished their reserves. the apartment feels so big it’s almost threatening, or maybe it’s so small you’re suffocating? you don’t know.
so all you can do is lay in bed, your head so full of thoughts it’s empty now, so overwhelmed you’re pretty sure you’ve gone catatonic. when you thought of the word heartbreak, it always seemed like a metaphor, a hyperbole, even. now, it’s never felt more real and tangible, because you can’t feel your heart at all. you can’t feel anything.
you don’t even hear the front door being opened, the footsteps approaching your room.
“ah, you’re here."
no, it can’t be.
slowly emerging from under your blanket, your gaze meet those unmistakable amethyst eyes. suguru.
“what…h-how did you get inside the house?” your voice is raw from crying, throat dry and itching. “not my fault your friends still hide the key under the same spot,” he replies casually. “your mom called me, she said she hasn’t heard from you in a while. wouldn’t want her to file a missing person report for nothing, would you?” his tone isn’t exactly condescending, more like he’s trying to cover up the sincere worry in his voice. proud as ever.
“i’m alive,” you grumble, falling back against the pillow. “you can leave, suguru.”
he watches you for a moment, his mind ready to leave. but his heart isn’t. “even your friends were worried,” he speaks up again. “i said you were probably too busy with your boyfriend.”
“do you see him anywhere?” you spit out, venom clinging to every syllable. “no, i don’t,” he sighs. “you better call your mother, then. don’t make her worry for nothing.”
“did you just come in here to scold me?” you bark, springing up in a sitting position, balled fists hitting the duvet as you glare at him. “and why would my mom even call you?”
“because you didn’t return her calls? and none of your friends are in town? trust me, i’m as surprised as you are that she still has my number saved,” he moves a strand of raven hair behind his ear, shoulders slouched like he’d rather be anywhere else but here. “but you’re right, i don’t know what i’m doing here, or why i would even care.”
there’s a bitter edge to his words you can’t ignore, annoyance dissolving from your gritting teeth. you look down. “y-yeah…you should leave now, then.”
suguru is still watching you from the doorway, the whole room bather in the weak, grayish light that forces itself through the blinds. no matter how much he screamed at his feet to move, they simply didn’t want to cooperate. so he does what he knows best— put on a mask to hide that he cares. “your room and the house are a mess, it’s pitiful.”
you don’t have the strength to stop him.
you simply lay back down in bed and retreat under the duvet as suguru opens the windows, finally letting out the stagnant smell that had set in the room. as he moves around the house, you don’t even notice you’re finally relaxed enough to let yourself fall into sleep’s embrace.
“hey, wake up.”
a gentle hand is caressing your head, and in your sleepy haze, you naturally nuzzle into the touch. with all your defenses gone, you don’t even realize what you’re saying. “don’t leave me again,” you don’t even realize you’re crying. “please, don’t leave me, i—”
you wake up with a gasp, eyes wide a red-rimmed, cheeks wet with tears. suguru.
“hey, hey you’re okay,” he coos soothingly, a weak, pained smile on his lips. “i didn’t have much to work with what i found in the fridge but i made you something to eat for whenever you’ll feel like it. i have to leave now, satoru and shoko don’t know i came here, and it’s probably for the best that they don’t.”
you gulp, your heart still pounding. suguru is so close, sitting down on the bed right next to you. with the sunlight shining behind him, he looks like an angel.
“o-okay, yeah, i understand. thank you, suguru,” you avert your eyes, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “there…there’s no chance that you’ll—”
“no,” he says with steady finality. “i can’t, but i want you to know that it hurts me. i’m sorry it didn’t work out with him, and even if it’s killing me to see you like this…i can’t.”
he takes a deep breath, eyes flicking between yours for a moment longer before he gets up. you don’t beg him to stay, and his feet finally listen to him when he walks to the door, when he shuts the door behind him.
and you’re alone again.
┊┊a/n. this is mega buns i know but it's all i could write while in immense pain and i really don't want to write this essay for uni. not beta read we die like suguru
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