[selnvl]

heavyweight

featuring. r. sukuna x reader

the heavy, rhythmic thud of his footsteps was the first thing to betray him.

it was a sound you’d memorized- slow, unhurried, and entirely too heavy for the quiet of the hallway. usually, that familiar cadence brought comfort, a signal that the world was right again. but tonight, it made your heart stutter in a frantic, uneven rhythm.

then came the knock. three short, solid taps that seemed to vibrate through the wood and into your very bones.

you opened the door and immediately regretted the instinct.

sukuna stood there like a storm held in check. he was draped in a dark compression shirt that clung to the architecture of his frame with an almost offensive precision. the fabric was damp around the collar, dark patches of sweat marking where the furnace-heat of his body met the cool evening air. your brain didn't just stall..it short-circuited somewhere between the hallway-blocking breadth of his shoulders and the careless tilt of the gym bag slung over his arm.

his forearms were a map of quiet violence. loosely wrapped in boxing tape, his knuckles were roughened and scarred- details that should have been a warning, but instead felt like an invitation. his hair was a chaotic mess of damp strands, looking as though he’d spent the last hour trying to tear a heavy bag apart with his bare hands.

“you gonna keep staring, or let me in?”

his voice was a low, sandpapered rasp that snapped the air between you.

“oh- right. yeah. sorry.”

you stepped back, but the apartment didn't feel like yours the moment he crossed the threshold. sukuna didn't just enter a room; he claimed it. he ducked his head slightly out of habit, a silent acknowledgment of a world not quite built for his scale. with him inside, the walls seemed to pull closer, the air thickening with the scent of ozone and unrefined effort.

it was deeply, life ruiningly unfair.

he dropped his bag by the couch, the heavy thud echoing the one in your chest. he turned, his eyes narrowing as they caught yours.

“you okay?”

“yep.” you answered too fast. a jagged, brittle sound.

“you sure?”

“mhm.”

a pause. a heartbeat. an eternity.

“…you’re acting weird.”

“i am not.”

“you’ve been staring at my arms for the last thirty seconds.”

your soul nearly exited your body. “i was not.”

“you were.”

“i literally wasn’t.”

“you are right now.”

you snapped your gaze upward, and the bastard actually looked amused. the corners of his mouth were twitching, a shadow of a grin threatening to break through his usual stoicism.

“this is your fault,” you muttered, the words tumbling out before you could catch them.

“how?”

“you look-” you cut yourself off, biting your lip, but the damage was done. his brow climbed toward his hairline, slow and deliberate.

“i look what?”

he stepped closer. he didn't rush; he simply drifted into your personal space until the heat radiating off him became a physical weight. the compression shirt stretched taut over his chest as he moved, veins tracing a map down his forearms.

“…nothing,” you whispered.

his hand landed against the wall beside your head- a soft, muffled thud. he wasn't pinning you, not really, but the sheer gravity of him kept you rooted. his hand was immense, the boxing tape rough against the wallpaper.

“you’re bad at lying.”

he watched the way your breath caught. his gaze flicked, heavy and knowing, across the line of your jaw, down the column of your throat where your pulse thrummed like a trapped bird, and then back to your eyes.

the realization hit him like a physical spark. “oh.”

“oh my god, don’t say it like that.”

“like what?”

“like you figured something out.”

“i did.”

you buried your face in your hands, the humiliation hot enough to burn. “this is ridiculous. i hate this.”

a low, resonant laugh rumbled from his chest- a sound like deep water moving over stones. it wasn't a taunt. it was worse. it was fond.

“you think i look good, baby?”

you made a soft, wounded noise against your palms. “please stop talking.”

“cute.”

“i’m serious, dude.”

“you’re blushing hard as hell.”

you groaned, your voice muffled. “nooo, leave me alone.”

he didn't answer with words. instead, his hands- large, steady, and devastatingly gentle- wrapped around your wrists. he pulled them away from your face with an effortless strength that reminded you he was built to break things. but with you, he was only ever careful.

“there she is,” he murmured.

you refused to look at him, but he wasn't having it. two fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up until you had no choice but to drown in that lazy, dangerous amusement. he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room worth seeing. as if your unraveling was the best part of his day.

“…you’re enjoying this way too much,” you breathed.

“a little.”

“a little?”

“a lot.”

you let out a breathy, defeated laugh. sukuna’s grin widened, and he leaned down just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, closing the final inch of distance.

“good,” he whispered.

and the worst part- the part that finally made your knees go weak- was that even with the sweat, the tape, and the scars, he looked at you like he was the one who had stumbled into something far too beautiful to be real.

[killfarrell]

✭ sports captain!sukuna who finds himself completely whipped for the university's most untouchable and elusive student, law student!reader.

you're working out in the sports facility again, airpods in your ears as you do your RDLs and focus on engaging your glutes.

unbeknownst to you, there's someone who's eyes can't stop wandering over to you even as he tries to concentrate on his reps. who's subconsciously memorized nearly every aspect of your campus schedule and has been thinking (more like obsessing) over you for the past few weeks and strategizing how to ask you out when so many suitors have attempted and been turned down on the spot.

don't worry though, it's not some middle aged creep who's been stalking you around the city, or a scrappy freshman with no experience in exercising whatsoever who thinks he stands a chance at bagging you while barely passing any of his classes.

shockingly, it's the universities most pined after athlete, the sports captain, sukuna.

it's almost pathetic really, how you've been occupying such a vast amount of space in his mind while dozens of girls are practically lining up in his dms and kissing up to his ass. that's exactly his problem- why? why is he so damn consumed by you, when you barely ever give him the time of day?

but that's the answer to his question. it's because you don't acknowledge him that his mind has conditioned itself into hyperfixating on you. it's because you've never been to his games to cheer in the bleachers when he scores, or thrown yourself at him during his house parties, hell, he's never seen you at any party.

you're completely unbothered by him, and now he's utterly bothered by you.

so that's why he finally says fuck it and stands up from his workout bench, grabbing his phone and walking towards the pool area 5 minutes after you've left to finish off your workout with a few laps.

he sees you immediately, swimming back and forth in such an elegant way that his heart does a stutter that only serves to irritate the campus king even more as he practically stomps over to the pool's edge, nearly seething as he watches you swim towards it.

you're about to turn back around before you notice his towering frame over you and pause, your annoyingly alluring eyes staring up at him in tentative confusion, "... do you need something, sukuna?"

it's not fair how his breath hitches from the sound of his name on your lips, and he has to stop himself from staring at your mouth before he looks back up at your eyes and his words tumble out of his in an uncoordinated mess.

"yes, actually. look, i don't know how the hell to say this- but- these past weeks i've been fucking distracted, by you, and i don't know what the fuck to do about it. you're like a parasite that's latched onto my skull and keeps on digging into my brain and it's driving me insane- i mean- you don't even look at me and quite frankly you're one of the most beautiful girls i've ever seen and you're so fucking smart it's infuriating- so," he pauses briefly to catch his breath, dragging a hand over his face to collect himself as he sighs.

"what i'm asking is... would you wanna go on a date with me some time? i've been meaning to ask you for, i don't even know how long, so if you're gonna say no, please do it now so i can start forcing myself to get over yo-"

"okay."

sukuna stops in his tracks, mind going blank as he looks down at you with narrowed eyes, his mind reeling from the whiplash of your calm reply. "huh?"

you have to fight to keep the smirk off your lips as you repeat once again, slower as if talking to a confused child. "i said okay, give me your phone so i can put in my number."

as if not really believing it he scans your face before hesitantly opening up his contacts and handing his phone over, his brows furrowed in perplexity as he watches your manicured fingers move across the screen and you hand it back to him.

"text me in the evening so we can make plans, i'm free on tuesday."

sukuna's in a state of shock all the way back to his apartment. is this some kind if dream? a cruel joke played by the universe that he'll wake up from any second now?

well, as he steps into his shower half an hour later, it doesn't seem to be either. and before he can stop it the idiot can't stop himself from breaking out into a full blown grin. his teammates will never hear the end of this.

©killfarrell. all rights are reserved to me and plagiarism is prohibited and will be reported. hope you guys liked it!

[sukunasleftbanana]

fight with frat!kuna>:(

you being angry was already a dangerous situation

you being angry at him was worse

Sukuna knew it the second you stopped talking. Not the normal quiet where you were just scrolling on your phone or watching something. This was different. Heavy and sharp, like every little movement he made was being silently judged

He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you stomp around your apartment

“What’s your problem.”

You don’t even look at him.

“Nothing," you mumble, a flat, clipped, lieee

His eye twitches.“Don’t give me that,” he mutters, pushing himself off the wall and walking closer, “you’ve been acting weird for the past hour”

You slam a drawer shut harder than necessary. “I said it’s nothing.”

and that’s it

That’s the moment it snaps, because Sukuna hates a lot of things, but being ignored by you might actually be at the top of the list

“You’re so damn annoying when you do this,” he snaps, voice rising, hands gesturing sharply. “Just say what’s wrong instead of stomping around like a pissed off kid”

Your head whips toward him.“Oh my god, I’m annoying? Maybe if you actually listened earlier, I wouldn’t have to repeat myself”

“you didn’t say anything earlier”

“yes i did”

“no you didn’t”

“YES I DID”

Now you’re both yelling. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes glossy with frustration, and Sukuna feels his chest tighten, but he’s too far gone now

“Well, clearly it wasn’t important if you’re gonna sulk instead of saying it properly”

Your face falls for just a second...just a second, but he sees it, and suddenly he’s even more pissed

at you

at himself

at the fact that he noticed

“Fine,” you say, voice quieter now but sharper somehow. “Forget it. I don’t even care anymore,” you turn away from him again, and that silence comes back...worse this time

Sukuna runs a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged animal “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, but it’s weaker now

You don’t respond, that’s what really gets him. Not the yelling, not the attitude, it’s the way you just… shut him out, like he doesn’t matter

His jaw clenches, then he marches over, grabs your wrist and turns you back to face him. Not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough that you can’t ignore him

“don’t do that,” he says, voice low

“do what”

“act like i’m not here”

You blink at him, still upset and stubborn. “Then stop acting like you don’t care”

and that hits

straight through all his anger, because he does. He cares too much actually, it’s irritating. His grip loosens a little, but he doesn’t let go

“I do care,” he mutters, almost like it annoys him to admit it

You huff, looking away. “You have a funny way of showing it”

He stares at you for a second, then clicks his tongue, frustrated. “You make it impossible sometimes”

“i’m not doing anything”

“exactly,” he shoots back, stepping closer. “you just shut down and expect me to magically know what’s wrong”

You hesitate, and that tiny hesitation is all he needs. "So tell me,” he says, softer now but still intense, “properly this time”

You chew your lip, still a little defensive. “… I was trying to tell you about something important earlier, and you just brushed me off”

his brows pull together “…when”

“when you were on your phone,” you mumble. “i kept talking and you just said ‘yeah’ without listening”

oh

ohhhhhh...

He actually remembers that, he just didn’t realise. “…tch”

He looks away for a second, annoyed at himself now, then back at you. You’re still upset, still a little hurt, arms crossed like you’re protecting yourself, and it does something to him, something soft, something he doesn’t like admitting.

“…fine,” he grumbles, letting go of your wrist only to grab your chin instead, tilting your face up so you have to look at him. “say it again”

you blink

“…what”

“the thing,” he says, quieter now. “i’m listening”

You study his face, like you’re trying to see if he’s serious.

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t make me repeat myself," but his thumb brushes lightly against your cheek, and that gives him away.

You sigh, shoulders relaxing just a little “… It was just something about my day,” you admit. “It felt important at the time”

“then it is important,” he says immediately

You look surprised, which only makes him scowl. “Don’t look at me like that”

“…like what”

“like i said something weird”

You almost smile...(almost), and that’s when he knows the anger is gone from both of you. He exhales, pulling you closer by the waist this time, less force, more… habit.“Next time,” he mutters, resting his forehead briefly against yours, “don’t go all quiet like that. It pisses me off”

“maybe don’t ignore me then”

“…yeah, yeah”

You huff, but your hands come up to hold onto his shirt anyway, and after a second, he presses a quick, slightly awkward kiss to your forehead, like he’s not used to being gentle, but he’s trying

“Just talk to me,” he adds, quieter now. You nod against him, “…okay”

He squeezes your waist once, “good”

pause

“…so what happened in your day”

and this time

He actually listens

I had the shittessst day eveeeer im not even sure how i'm going to face tomrowow😭✌️

[sukunasleftbanana]

sukuna realizing he's being a dick >:(

“You cannot be serious.”

Sukuna barely looked up from the couch, one arm stretched over the back cushions while the TV played quietly in the background. “I am serious.”

You stared at him in complete disbelief. “No, because there’s actually no way you’re defending her right now.”

“She apologized.”

“After humiliating me in front of everyone.”

“She said it as a joke.”

“Oh my God.”

You stood up so fast the blanket tangled around your legs. Sukuna finally glanced over then, red eyes following you as you paced around the living room with the kind of anger that made your chest hurt.

It had started simple. A stupid dinner with friends, and ofc a stupid comment. And now somehow your own boyfriend was sitting there defending the person who upset you.

“She literally laughed at me,” you snapped. “Everyone at the table heard it.”

Sukuna shrugged once. “You’re dragging it.”

That made something in you go completely silent for a second. Not yelling or dramatic silent, just hurt. Because it wasn’t really about the girl anymore, it was about him not getting it. 

You looked at him carefully, almost waiting for him to realize he’d gone too far on his own (He didn’t.)

“She embarrassed me,” you said quieter this time.

“She does that with everybody. That’s her humor.”

“And somehow I’m supposed to just be okay with that?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You literally are.”

Sukuna sighed, rubbing a hand over his face like this conversation was exhausting him. “You’re acting like she murdered somebody.”

“And you’re acting like I’m crazy for being upset.”

“That’s not what I said either.”

“But it’s what you mean.”

The apartment fell quiet again, except for the TV that neither of you were watching anymore. Sukuna leaned back against the couch. “You take everything personally.”

Your face twisted immediately. That one hit hard because he knew that was something you were insecure about. Knew you worried sometimes that maybe you were too sensitive. Too emotional. Too much, and hearing it from him made your throat burn.

“Okay,” you said softly. That soft tone made his eyes flick upward again. You grabbed your phone from the coffee table.

“Where are you going?”

You laughed once under your breath. Not a happy laugh. “I don’t know. Away from you for, like, ten minutes before I say something mean.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“There you go again.”

You headed toward the bedroom, and he finally sat up properly. “Come on.”

“No.”

“You’re seriously this upset?”

You turned around so fast your hair whipped over your shoulder. “Yes, Sukuna. I am.”

Now he looked annoyed too. “Why the hell are you acting like I betrayed you?”

“Because you did.”

That shut him up. You could see it happen in real time. The irritation on his face faltering for just a second. But you were too upset now to stop. 

“I tell you somebody hurt my feelings, and your first instinct is to defend them instead of me.”

“She’s our friend.”

“And I’m your girlfriend.”

His jaw tightened. “You want me to lie to you?”

“I wanted you to care.” The room went completely still after that. You hated how emotional your voice sounded, aboslety hated how your eyes were burning now too.

You turned away before he could see it properly and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door harder than you meant to. Not slamming, but enough to show you were pissed. 

The silence afterwards felt awful.You sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded tightly over yourself, while trying not to cry over something so stupid, which somehow only made you more emotional. Because maybe it wasn’t stupid. You just wanted him on your side, that was all.

After a few minutes, the bedroom door creaked open. You ignored him. Sukuna stood there for a second before muttering, “You gonna ignore me now?”

You looked at the wall instead, making him click his tongue softly in response. Then you felt the mattress dip beside you.

“You’re dramatic.”

You wiped under your eye angrily. “Get out.”

“No.”

“You literally told me I was overreacting.”

“You are.”

You looked at him with watery, offended eyes.“Then leave me alone.”

Sukuna stared at you for a long second. And the second he noticed the tears properly, something in his expression shifted immediately. Tiny, but there.

“…seriously?”

You laughed bitterly. “Wow. Sorry my emotions are inconvenient.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

He looked uncomfortable now. Actually uncomfortable, which was rare since Sukuna was usually confident in every argument, every sentence, every opinion. But emotional stuff? Feelings? He handled them like they were bombs.

“I just…” He exhaled sharply. “I didn’t think it was that serious.”

“It mattered to me.”

His eyes flicked away, and that was the problem. To Sukuna, if something wouldn’t hurt him personally, sometimes he didn’t realize how deeply it could hurt somebody else. Especially you. Not because he didn’t care, but because he was stupid sometimes, especially with emotions.

“You know what sucked the most?” you said quietly.

He stayed silent.

“You didn’t even ask if I was okay.”

That one landed. You could literally see it. His shoulders stiffened slightly, expression tightening like he suddenly realized he messed this up badly.

“…shit.”

You looked down at your hands. “I just wanted you to take my side first.”

For once, Sukuna didn’t argue back immediately. Didn’t defend himself. Didn’t call you dramatic, instead he rubbed a hand over his mouth and muttered something under his breath. Then finally– 

“…I should’ve done that.”

You blinked. Sukuna rarely admitted fault immediately. The anger in your chest cracked a little, but only a little.

“You made me feel stupid.”

“I know.”

“You kept acting like I was insane.”

“I know.”

“And now I’m crying over dumb friend drama.”

“That part’s still kinda dramatic.”

You glared at him instantly.

“Ryomen.”

“Alright, alright.”

And finally, he moved closer. Big hands grabbing your wrists gently until your arms uncrossed from your chest.

“You know I hate when people upset you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

He rolled his eyes softly before pulling you toward him anyway.

You resisted for maybe three seconds.

Then you melted into his chest with a miserable sigh.

“There it is,” he muttered. “C’mere.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“Mhm.”

You could hear his heartbeat through his hoodie. Steady, warm and annoyingly comforting. Sukuna rested his chin on top of your head before speaking more quietly this time.

“For the record… I didn’t like what she said either.”

You pulled back slightly. “Then why were you defending her?”

He looked annoyed at himself now. “Because I thought if I made it seem smaller, you wouldn’t feel as bad about it.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “That is the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Probably.”

“You thought invalidating me would help?”

“When you say it like that, I sound stupid.”

“Because you were stupid.”

He sighed dramatically. “Alright. Damn.”

You tried not to smile.

Tried very hard.

But Sukuna noticed immediately.

“There you go.”

“Shut up.”

One of his hands slid to your jaw, thumb brushing under your eye gently. His voice got quieter.

“I’m on your side, idiot.”

The softness of it made your chest ache, because Sukuna wasn’t naturally gentle. So when he was, it always felt important.

“You didn’t act like it.”

“I know.”

“And if someone embarrasses me again?”

His eyes darkened immediately. “Then I’ll tell them to shut the fuck up.”

You snorted.

“There she is.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you fully into his lap despite your complaints. “You done being mad now?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“…maybe a little less mad.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You buried your face into his neck with a grumble while his arms wrapped tighter around your waist. And after another quiet second, he muttered against your hair–

“…sorry”

The anger finally disappeared completely after that.

I'm so dead, why do I only write about dick!kuna😭 I'm gonna try brainstorming some other ideas, but assignments are actually killing me.

[sukunasleftbanana]

frat!kuna jealous of his baby brother yuji ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ

Being with Sukuna meant being with Yuji too.

And Yuji was… unfair.

He looked like someone had taken Sukuna, shrunk him down, rounded out all the sharp edges, and softened everything dangerous into something sweet. Same pink hair—just fluffier, falling into his eyes in ruffled little tufts. Same nose. Same eyes. Same scowl when he was grumpy.

Just smaller. Chubbier. Softer.

Where Sukuna was all sharp lines and muscle, Yuji was baby fat and warmth. Squishy cheeks you couldn’t resist poking. Tiny hands. Big expressive eyes that made your heart cave in instantly.

You loved him.

You’d kneel the second you saw him, arms wide open. “Hi, Yuu,” you’d coo, dragging his name out.

He’d light up immediately, toddling toward you with his teddy bear dragging behind him. “y/n!” he’d giggle, crashing straight into you.

Sukuna watched it happen every time with deep, simmering irritation.

Because you did it on purpose.

You'd squeeze Yuji tightly, pressing kisses to his cheeks and whining loudly about how cute he was. Occasionally, you would even glance over Yuji's head to see Sukuna's jaw tighten.

“Why is he so cute?” you’d say dramatically. “It’s unfair.”

Sukuna scoffed. “You’re annoying.”

But later— later, when Yuji was tucked away in his room and Sukuna finally had you-

That’s when the jealouusy really showed.

You were straddling him on the couch, his hands locked tight on your hips, thumbs digging in like he didn’t trust you not to disappear. His mouth was on yours, rougher than usual, hungry. Like he was reclaiming something.

His kisses were deep, insistent, breathing heavy against your lips.

“Mine,” he muttered once, barely audible.

“Possessive muc-” you'd start, only to be cut off by him pressing even closer, muffling your teasing.

You rocked against him slowly, deliberately, feeling the way his grip tightened instantly and the bulge in his jeans grow harder. He groaned low in his throat, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against yours like he couldn’t get enough. 

He was already gone.

Then, a small whimper echoed from down the hall.

Sukuna froze for a split second. Then he kissed you harder.

He refused to pull away, mouth pressing into yours like if he kept going, the sound wouldn’t be real. He chased your lips when you tried to breathe, clearly annoyed.

Another sound followed. Softer...Sadder.

“…uh…” You pulled back, hand flat on his chest. “Sukuna.”

“No,” he growled quietly, trying to pull you back down. “Ignore it.”

“Yuji’s crying.”

He clicked his tongue. “He’s fine.”

Another sniffle. Then—

“y/n..?”

That did it. You slid off his lap instantly. Sukuna let his head fall back with a long, frustrated groan. “You’re kidding,” he start, fists balling against his sides.

You were already walking away. When you opened Yuji’s door, your heart melted all over again.

He was sitting up in bed, hair messy and sticking out everywhere. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glossy with tears, teddy bear clutched tightly to his chest.

The second he saw you, he reached out. “I had a nightmware,” he whimpered, words slurred and messy. “It was scawwy…”

“Oh no,” you whispered, immediately lifting him into your arms. “Come here, baby.”

He curled into you instantly, tiny hands gripping your shirt. He wiped his tears straight into your sleeve, hiccupping softly.

You rocked him gently, pressing your cheek to his hair. Wiping the fallen tears. “You’re safe,” you cooed. “I’ve got you.”

Sukuna appeared in the doorway moments later, arms crossed, irritation written all over his face. He looked between you and Yuji and scowled.

“idiot, go back to sleep,” he said flatly. “It was just a dream.”

Yuji whimpered louder, face pressing harder into your chest. “Ryomen,” you warned.

“He does this every time,” Sukuna muttered, reaching for your wrist. “You’re enabling him.”

“He’s three,” you hissed quietly.

“Tell him to stop.”

You stared at him. “He’s literally a baby.”

Sukuna groaned, dragging a hand down his face, clearly pissed—but he let go. He stood there watching as you rubbed Yuji’s back, whispering softly until his breathing slowed.

Yuji sniffed one last time, then peeked up at you with watery eyes. “Stay…?” he asked quietly. “plwease.”

Your chest tightened. “Okay, but you promise to go back to sleep?” He nodded immediately, cuddling closer before asking “kuna,” to stay too.

Sukuna groaned even louder. “fuck no- go to sleep,” he started, but you cut him off with a loud cough, hoping Yuji wouldn’t hear his vulgar words. “Sukuna, c'mere,” you pouted, gesturing for him to join you in the tight space beside you on the tiny twin bed. Reluctantly, Sukuna complied.

Both of you stayed until Yuji fully drifted off to sleep, his little face relaxed and his teddy bear tucked under his chin. He looked incredibly peaceful. Your fingers were still loosely intertwined with his, while his tiny nails dug into Sukuna's wrists whenever he tried to move.

When you finally slipped out and closed the door—

Sukuna grabbed you.

He lifted you effortlessly, tossing you over his shoulder like nothing. You yelped, then laughed, kicking lightly.

“Sukuna!”

“You’re evil,” he muttered, carrying you straight back to the couch.

He set you down and immediately crowded your space, hands firm on your thighs, eyes dark and jealous.

“You spoil him,” he said low.

“You’re jealous,” you teased.

“Of him?” he scoffed. “Tch.”

But he leaned in again, kissing you like he’d been waiting, frustration pouring into it. Slower this time. Heavier. Possessive.

“You disappear every time he cries,” he murmured against your mouth.

“He needs me.”

“So do I,” he muttered.

You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “You’re bigger. You can handle it.”

He huffed, arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you flush against him.

“…Still annoying,” he said.

But he didn’t let go.

This is so rushed, but I hope you guys like it thank u sm for the support on my last post💗🥹 #softkunasupremacy + babyyuji is so cute ohmygawd + this is barely proofread, so mb for any mistakes<3

[sukunasleftbanana]

sukuna begs you to forgive him :(

Sukuna had never begged for anything in his life. Not money. Not forgiveness. Not help. Not even when he was twenty and working three jobs while trying to raise a screaming toddler who kept drawing on the walls with permanent marker while Choso slammed doors and screamed that he hated him.

Sukuna handled shit himself. Always. That was why this felt so wrong.

Why it felt like his ribs were cracking open every second you stared at him without saying anything. The apartment was dead quiet except for the rain tapping against the windows. You wouldn’t look at him.

That hurt worse than the yelling did.

Honestly, he wished you’d screamed.

Instead you just stood there near the kitchen counter with your arms wrapped around yourself like if you loosened them for even a second you’d fall apart.

“You done?” you asked quietly.

Sukuna swallowed. His throat actually fucking hurt.

“No.”

Your laugh came out broken. Small. “What else is there to say?”

Everything. Too much. Not enough.

The problem was Sukuna had never learned how to explain himself without sounding angry. Even now, his jaw was tight enough to crack teeth apart. His huge frame stood frozen near the front door like he didn’t know if he was allowed any closer.

Because he probably wasn’t. The image kept replaying in his head. You're calling him over and over. Him ignoring every single fucking call like an idiot. The bar and Yorozu hanging all over him.

His arm around her waist because he was drunk and pissed and stupid and wanted to hurt you after the fight. 

And then your face when you walked in.

Jesus Christ.

He’d seen people die before and somehow that look still haunted him worse.

“I said I was sorry,” he muttered hoarsely.

You finally looked at him then. Red eyes. Wet cheeks. “Sorry doesn’t erase it.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” your voice cracked. “Because I don’t think you get it, Sukuna.”

His stomach twisted violently hearing his name like that.

Not Ryo.

Not even Ryomen.

Just Sukuna. Cold and distant, as if you were referring to a stranger.

“You embarrassed me,” you whispered. “You humiliated me.” 

His chest caved inward.“I know.”

“You made me feel stupid for loving you.”

That one physically made him flinch, actually flinch. You noticed too because your face crumpled for half a second before hardening again. Good. He deserved it.

Sukuna dragged a hand down his face hard enough to redden the skin. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“That’s the problem.”

Silence. 

The constant drum of rain, the sound of your uneven breathing. He couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t fucking breathe in it.

“You think I wanted her?” he snapped suddenly. “You think I looked at her like I look at you?”

“You had your hands all over her.”

“Because I was angry!”

“And that makes it better?!”

“No!” His voice thundered through the apartment before he caught himself. You stepped back instinctively, tbat nearly killed him. The second he noticed fear flash across your face he looked sick with himself.

“...fuck,” he whispered.

You wiped your eyes aggressively. “I think you should leave.”

“No.”

Your head jerked up. “No?” you repeated in disbelief.

“I’m not leaving till you hear me out.”

“There’s nothing to hear!”

“There is for me.” His voice cracked on the last word, actually cracked. You both froze. Sukuna looked almost startled by it himself, like his own desperation disgusted him. His fists clenched so hard his tattoos stretched over his knuckles.

“You think this is easy for me?” he asked quietly. “You think I know how to do this shit?”

“You should’ve thought about that before–”

“I know!” he barked. 

Then softer, broken. “I know.”

God, he looked awful.

Not physically. Sukuna always looked intimidating no matter what. Six foot something of muscle and sharp edges and dark eyes.

But emotionally? He looked ruined. Hair messy from shoving his hands through it nonstop. Eyes bloodshot. Hoodie half soaked from the storm outside because apparently he hadn’t even bothered with an umbrella when he chased after you.

“You didn’t even come home,” you whispered.

His face twisted because that was the worst part. You’d waited for him, called him, texted him. And he’d ignored every single one because he’d been angry after your argument and wanted to “win.”

God, he hated himself.

“I know.”

“That whole night I thought maybe something happened to you.” Tears spilled faster now. “I was terrified.”

His breathing stuttered. 

Then you laughed bitterly. “And then I walk in and see you with another girl.”

Sukuna looked like someone had punched him directly in the throat.

“She didn’t matter.”

“But I did,” you whispered. “And you still did it.”

That shut him up, because you were right. Completely right. The silence stretched so long it became unbearable. 

Then finally– 

“I don’t know how to lose you.”

Your eyes flickered. Sukuna stared at the floor like the words physically hurt to say. “I don’t know how to do that.”

His voice had gone rough. Not angry rough, raw rough.

“I’ve lost damn near everybody else in my life. Parents. Friends. People leave. Shit happens. Fine.” His jaw tightened. “But you…”

He looked at you finally.

And God.

You’d never seen him look afraid before. Not truly afraid.

“I can’t fucking do that with you.”

Your face wavered. Sukuna noticed immediately and stepped closer before stopping himself halfway like he didn’t trust his own body anymore.

“You’re all over this place,” he whispered desperately. “You’re in my routines. My brothers love you. Yuji asks for you before bed every damn night. Choso tells you shit he won’t tell me. Your stupid hair ties are all over my bathroom. Your coffee order’s stuck in my head permanently.”

He laughed once. Humorless. “I see somethin pink in a store and think of you automatically. That’s sick.”

A tear slid down your cheek.

“I fucked up,” he said shakily. “I know I did.” His breathing got uneven. “And I swear to God I’ll spend every day makin up for it if you let me.”

You stayed quiet. And that silence was making him unravel. Sukuna took another step forward, then another, until he was right there. Close enough that you could see his hands trembling.

Sukuna.

Trembling.

“I don’t know how to beg,” he admitted quietly. “So if I’m shit at this, that’s why.”

Your lips parted slightly. Then his voice dropped even lower.

“But please.”

The word sounded painful, like glass in his throat.

“Please don’t leave me over the worst mistake I ever made.”

You looked down immediately because your eyes filled too fast. Sukuna panicked. Actually panicked. His hands hovered near you before gripping his own wrists instead.

“Fuck– no, don’t cry, baby, please–”

“You made me cry!”

“I know, I know, I know–”

His words stumbled over each other desperately. You’d never seen him like this.

Never.

Sukuna was the kind of man who got angry when he got hurt. The kind that buried feelings so deep they turned poisonous.

But now? Now he looked like he was drowning right in front of you.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I’ve been outside this apartment for an hour tryin to figure out how to make you stay.”

Your chest tightened painfully. “I almost didn’t come up,” he admitted. “Thought maybe you’d be happier if I disappeared.”

Your head snapped up immediately. “Don’t say that.”

His eyes softened instantly at your reaction. There you were, still caring, even now. That nearly destroyed him all over again.

“I love you,” he said suddenly.

You froze.

Sukuna almost never said it first. Almost never said it at all. But now the words were falling out of him uncontrollably.

“I love you so fucking much it makes me sick sometimes.” His voice shook. “You think I touched her because I wanted her? I did it because I knew it’d hurt you and I was angry and stupid and selfish.”

His face twisted in disgust at himself.

“And the second I saw your face I wanted to rip my own fucking arm off for touching her.”

Your breath hitched.

“I know sorry isn’t enough,” he whispered. “I know that.”

Then finally–

The thing that broke you completely.

Sukuna reached for your hand carefully. Tentatively, like he thought you might pull away. And when you didn’t? His entire body visibly sagged in relief. 

“Please,” he whispered again. Not angry, not proud, just desperate. 

“Tell me how to fix this.”

.

.

.

Will you forgive him?

I was listening to "Players Prayer" by Lloyd, and it inspired me to write something new. It’s definitely different from my usual style, but please thank the weather and the assignments and exams I have piled up for this weeeek :'( I'd honestly forgive sukuna bc i'm so downbad for him, but wat about u guuuys?

[sukunasleftbanana]

getting grossed out by sukuna smoking(•́₋₍•̀ )

You don’t even notice when he slips out onto the balcony.

You’re too busy curled up on his bed, scrolling mindlessly, one of his hoodies drowning you, sleeves covering your hands. The door’s cracked open just enough to let the night air in, cool and soft, and there’s that faint smell you always associate with him. Smoke.

You wrinkle your nose a little. “Gross,” you mutter to yourself, even though he’s not in the room to hear it.

A minute later, the door slides open properly. Sukuna steps back in like nothing happened, hair a little messy from the breeze, shirt hanging loose, cigarette already gone. He looks at you sprawled across his bed and just… pauses for a second. Like he always does.

“You’re gonna wreck the sleeves,” he says, nodding at his hoodie, eyes flicking to the way you absentmindedly pick at the loose threads.

You don’t even look up. “Good. Then you can’t take it back.”

He huffs, low and amused, walking over. “Wasn’t planning to.”

You finally glance at him. He’s standing right at the edge of the bed now, looking down at you with that same lazy expression, but there’s something a little softer underneath it.

“You smell,” you say bluntly.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, leaning closer.

“Like cigarettes,” you add, scrunching your nose. “It’s ugly.”

“Ugly,” he repeats, like he’s testing the word.

Before you can say anything else, his hand comes up, tilting your chin just slightly. You blink, confused for half a second– and then he kisses you. It’s quick at first. soft snd familiar.

Then he exhales.

Warm breath, laced with smoke, slips into your mouth before you even realise what he’s doing. Your eyes widen, instinctively pulling back, coughing lightly as you push at his chest.

“Sukuna–!” you choke out, half laughing, half scandalised. “What the hell was that?!”

He’s already grinning. Not big, just that stupid, smug curve of his lips. “You said I smelled,” he shrugs. “Thought I’d share.”

“You’re disgusting!” you smack his arm, sitting up properly now. “That is so– ugh!” But you’re laughing. He notices, making his hand slide to the back of your neck, pulling you back in before you can complain again. This time, the kiss is slower. No tricks. Just him.

You hesitate for a second… then melt. Because of course you do.

When he pulls away, your forehead bumps lightly against his, and you can still faintly taste it, mixed with him, and it’s annoying how it’s not even that bad anymore. You narrow your eyes. “You did that on purpose.”

“Obviously.”

“I hate you.”

“Mm.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek, casual. “Still kissed me.”

You go quiet for a second, trying to think of a comeback. Nothing comes. He watches you struggle, amused, then flicks your forehead lightly. “Dumbass.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, grabbing his shirt and tugging him down onto the bed with you. He lets himself fall, arm wrapping around you automatically like it’s second nature. You bury your face into his chest, muttering, “If I get lung cancer, I’m blaming you.”

He snorts, resting his chin on your head. “You’ll live.”

A pause.

“…don’t do that again,” you add.

Another pause. “Maybe.”

You pinch his side.

He groans. “Alright, alright– fuck– fine.”

 You smile into his shirt. Five minutes later, you tilt your head up and kiss him first anyway.

a/n: this was made a whiiiilllleeee back. idk if it's my lack of sleep or if this actually sounds choppy😭

[sukunasleftbanana]

sukuna fixing bad habits for you (*≧∀≦*)

You had made it very clear from the beginning that you hated littering. 

Not in a cute, “save the turtles 🥺” way either.

No.

You were president of the environmental club at college. 

You had made posters. Hosted clean-up days. Forced innocent freshmen into recycling quizzes. You once spent forty-five minutes arguing with administration over adding another bin near the humanities building.

You took this seriously, and Sukuna knew it.

This was why you froze when he finished his iced coffee and let the empty cup fall to the ground. It rolled across the concrete while he looked away as if nothing had happened.

Your gaze dropped to the cup, then lifted back to him. “You dropped something.”

Sukuna kept both hands in his pockets. “huh.”

You blinked. “It fell.”

“Gravity,” he replied, completely unbothered.

Your eye twitched. The campus was warm and crowded, and you had been walking back from a lecture together. The moment should have been peaceful. Instead, you were staring at a man who had just littered like the kids from lil dicky’s Earth MV.

You stared at him, and he stared back before finally looking away and continuing to walk. You remained where you were, refusing to move. After about six steps, he noticed the distance between you and turned around. 

“What.” 

You looked genuinely offended. “Sukuna.” 

“What,” he repeated.

“Pick it up.”

He glanced at the cup, then at you, and shrugged. “There are cleaners.”

Your mouth fell open, and you glanced around as though searching for confirmation that you had actually witnessed that. “Sukuna.” People nearby turned their heads. He looked mildly annoyed. 

“What.” 

You marched toward him. “Their job is not to pick up after fully grown men.”

“They get paid,” he said flatly.

Your jaw tightened, and you pressed a hand to your chest in disbelief. “I cannot believe you.” He watched you with a blank, unreadable expression. 

“Do you know who I am?” you demanded.

“Unfortunately.”

You gasped. “I run the environmental club.”

“scary.”

“I organised campus clean‑up day.”

“Horrific.”

“I made you come.”

“You tricked me.”

“...Ryomen, seriously.”

His eye twitched. You drew in a slow breath and lowered your voice, trying to stay calm. “Pick it up.”

He crossed his arms like a stubborn brat, refusing with a firm, “No.”

Your eyes widened, and you became painfully aware of the people listening. You held his gaze for several seconds, feeling the hurt settle deeper, then nodded once. “Fine.”

You turned and walked away. Sukuna blinked, confused. “Where are you going.”

“Nowhere.”

Suspicion edged into his tone as he followed you. “What does that mean.”

You did not answer; instead, your replies became short, clipped: “Mhm.” “Okay.” “Cool.”

He narrowed his eyes. You never acted like this. You usually annoyed him on purpose, and the sudden quiet distance unsettled him far more than he expected.

Several minutes passed before you finally sat down on a bench. He stopped in front of you, watching you closely. “You're sulking.”

You lifted your gaze. “No.”

He continued staring. “You’re upset.”

“No.”

A long pause settled between you.

“You are.”

You looked away. “I just don’t like it.”

His expression shifted slightly. You fiddled with your sleeve, trying to steady your voice. “It feels stupid to say out loud.”

He stayed silent, waiting.

“My parents always made us clean up after ourselves,” you said softly. “I know one cup isn’t the end of the world. People think that. Everyone does, really. They don’t realise it adds up. It always adds up.”

Your voice wavered. “I care about this. It matters to me. It feels awful when someone I care about treats it like nothing.”

His face remained unreadable, which only made your stomach twist. You looked down, suddenly self‑conscious. “Forget it.”

Sukuna watched you for a moment before he sighed, turned, and walked away. Your face fell immediately, your chest tightening as you watched his figure grow smaller. The hurt surprised you with its sharpness. You stared at the ground, feeling foolish for caring so deeply about something he clearly did not value.

Thirty seconds later, heavy footsteps approached again. You looked up to find Sukuna standing in front of you, holding the cup- and three other random pieces of rubbish.

You stared at him, unable to form a single coherent thought. He looked irritated, as if this entire situation inconvenienced him. “Happy.”

“What,” you whispered.

“There wasn’t a bin nearby,” he muttered, pushing the cup toward you.

Your eyes widened. “You went back.”

“It took twenty seconds.”

You stared at him, then noticed the extra rubbish in his hand. You lifted a hand to point at it. “What is that?”

“There was more.”

Your mouth opened, then closed again, because your brain needed a moment to process what you were seeing. “You picked up other rubbish.”

He immediately grew defensive. “Do not make a thing out of it.”

Your eyes widened even further, and something warm and overwhelming rushed through your chest. This was Sukuna. The Sukuna. Six‑foot‑something, built like a wall, and covered in tattoos. The same man who never cared about anyone or anything, who most people openly called a dick and who you occasionally agreed was one.

Yet he had gone back.

He had picked up the cup.

He had picked up other rubbish.

He had done it because you cared.

Your environmental‑club‑president heart practically launched itself into orbit.

You rose slowly to your feet, stunned and a little breathless, because the sight of him standing there with a handful of trash felt more intimate than any romantic gesture you had ever experienced. For a ridiculous second, you genuinely wondered if this was what it felt like to fall in love. You even felt the faint, absurd urge to propose on the spot.

He looked alarmed. “Why are you looking at me like that.”

You smiled far too brightly. “Oh my gosh.”

His eyes narrowed. “No.”

You grabbed both his hands. “No, but this is huge.”

He tried to pull away. “Stop.”

“You voluntarily cleaned.”

“I picked up garbage.”

“Sukuna.”

His face warmed noticeably, and your emotional expression did not help. “This is character development.”

His eye twitched. “You’re acting like I found religion.”

You squeezed his hands. “I’m proud of you.”

He froze, his ears turning faintly pink. “Stop talking.”

You grinned and reached into your bag, pulling out a folded sheet of paper. He stared at it suspiciously. “What is that.”

You unfolded it. Environmental Club Sign‑Up Sheet.

He looked horrified.

“Sooo…” you said sweetly.

He immediately turned and walked away. “No.”

“We meet Wednesdays.”

“No.”

“We have matching shirts.”

“Kill me.”

“We’re planting native species next week.”

“No.”

You followed him with a smile. He suddenly stopped, looked down, and let the sign‑up sheet fall to the ground.

You gasped.

He looked at you with a tiny, smug smile. “Oops.”

You stared at him. He stared back. Eventually, he sighed, bent down, picked it up again, and continued walking.

Your eyes softened. You stepped closer and quietly took his hand, prompting him to glance down. “What.”

You shrugged. “Thank you.”

He looked away. “Whatever.”

A few seconds later, his hand squeezed yours back, small and subtle. When you passed a bin, he tossed his rubbish into it with dramatic flair and looked at you.

You clapped immediately, earning an offended glare. “I hate you.”

You beamed. “No you don’t.”

He didn’t respond, although he did make sure his receipt went into the bin as well.

[rengoatku]

How to apologise to your wife in 3 easy steps, a guide by Toji Fushiguro!

Is your wife upset with you? Is she giving you the old silent treatment and making you sleep on the couch? Well, you're in luck! Toji Fushiguro is here to help you fellas out with his easy three-step guide on how to apologise to your wife.

Step 1 — Poke and prod until you find the reason. (May backfire)

You had been giving Toji the cold shoulder since last night and frankly, he was getting tired of it. You turned away every time he came within two feet of you and pushed him away when he tried to trap you in a bear hug. Toji had had enough.

He decided to make his move when you least expected it, creeping up on you as you scrolled on your phone in the living room. “Come on, doll, haven't you had enough of sleeping alone? Don't you miss a pair of big, strong arms holding you close?” His scar stretched across his mouth as he grinned, plopping himself down beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder before you could wiggle away.

You scoffed, eyes never leaving your phone, “No actually, it's nice when im not being squished between your man boobs.” Toji’s face contorted into one of utter betrayal, “I thought you liked them…”

Silence engulfed the room as you continued to scroll on your phone while Toji fumbled for what to say next. He wracked his brain for what to say to get you to admit why you were upset with him.

Was he snoring too loudly? Did he spend too much on lottery tickets again? Maybe he stayed out too late with Shiu again?

“What's going on with you, huh? What did I do wrong this time?” He squeezed your shoulder, eyes fixated on yours which still refused to meet his, “You know what you did, Toji. Don't play dumb with me,” You turned to face him, a pout evident on your lips.

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what on earth did he do this time?

“Just tell me so we can get this over with,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “No Toji! Figure it out yourself you bum. Do I have to spell everything out for you?”

Step 2 — Spend your last ¥1,100 on a somewhat nice bouquet of flowers.

Toji sighed to himself as he dug through his beat-up wallet, the piece of crap might as well have moths flying out every time he opened it.

His eyes scanned the numerous floral arrangements, each a combination of different colours, some pale and some so vibrant they hurt his eyes. The shop smelled sickeningly like pollen, his nose tickled with every inhale. “Ah shit — why is it all so expensive? Who’s buying roses for ¥5,000?” He kissed his teeth, searching for an affordable bouquet to bring home to you.

Finally, his eyes landed on a small bouquet, two tulips of your favourite colour surrounded by baby's breath. “Hmph, just in my budget.”

The door slammed shut with a bang! Toji’s booming voice followed, “I have a surprise for you, doll.”

He appeared in the doorway of the living room, flowers in hand — granted they were slightly beaten up by the wind on the walk home and from how hard he was gripping them. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV, face remaining unbothered. “Oh come on, just look at what I bought for you.”

He strode over, shoving the bouquet into your face and blocking your view of the TV screen. “Toji! Go away you oaf,” you shoved at his chest with your foot, turning away from him with a pout, but he didn't miss the way your frown faltered as you eyed the flowers. “I got them for you, don't you want to see them?”

You huffed, snatching the flowers from him and examining them. Toji wore a proud smirk, finally thinking he had won back your affection. “¥1,100? Seriously? Am I not worth more than pocket change?”

Ah shit, he forgot to remove the price tag.

Step 3 — If all else fails, admit defeat.

Toji Fushiguro was a man of many talents, however, apologising was not one of them. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

All other attempts at gaining forgiveness without actually apologising for something he didn't even remember led to dead ends, so now Toji’s only option was to verbally apologise. Now if this isn't your strong suit — similar to Toji — you may want to prepare and practice beforehand.

Something that Toji did not do.

“Look, I don't know what's gotten into you or er — what I could've possibly done but can you just please forgive me already?” You sat on the other end of the kitchen table, stone-faced as ever. “You can't apologise for something you don't know about, it's not an apology.” Toji groaned, calloused fingers coming to rub at the bridge of his nose. “Just tell me what I did, dammit!”

You scowled at him in return, slamming your hands on the table, “You ate the last mochi! That's what. I was saving those, Fushiguro! We both know it!” As if a lightbulb suddenly went off in his head Toji’s expression morphed into a softer one, “Ah — I did, didn't I?”

You got up from the table but Toji grabbed your wrist, “Look, I’m sorry, I didn't know it was a big deal. I shouldn't have eaten your food without asking.” you looked him in the eye for what felt like the first time in weeks — although it had really only been one day — and for once your husband seemed to be showing genuine remorse.

Your scowl faltered, lips twitching up into a smile, “Now I feel bad for making a big deal, you've got those cute puppy dog eyes.” He chuckled, standing up to pull you into a hug, “What can I say? It's my speciality.”

You rolled your eyes, melting into his embrace.

He knew you were never really mad at him, he noticed how the flowers had been put into your favourite vase.

Maybe he'll buy you more mochi just to eat it and watch you pout again.

a/n: sorry I didn't know how to end it :c

[gojosteddy]

⋆˖ you’re mad at husband!kuna for teaching your teenage son how to flirt like a certified player (ꐦ ¬_¬) 🗯️

you were in the kitchen washing dishes when you heard it.

the low rumble of sukuna’s voice drifting from the living room, talking to your sixteen-year-old son like he was passing down sacred wisdom.

“listen, kid. if you want her to notice you, stop acting like a nervous fool. remember that confidence is everything. walk up to her like you already know she wants you. maintain eye contact. smirk a little. tell her she looks good but make it specific. not some generic ‘you look pretty today’ crap— she’s heard that a thousand times before. instead, look her in the eyes and say ‘you’re a distraction & it’s making me act up’ trust me, girls eat that up everytime.”

your son’s voice came next, sounding like he was genuinely considering this terrible advice. “… and if she laughs?”

“then you’re already halfway there. laugh with her, lean in closer, drop your voice a little. make her feel like she’s the only one in the room. and if she touches your arm? you’ve won. that’s when you ask for her number. don’t hesitate, strike while she’s interested.”

you stood there, sponge frozen in your hand, listening to your beloved husband teach your son how to flirt like a certified fuckboy. by the time sukuna started going on about— ‘if she bites her lip, she’s probably thinking about kissing you’, you’ve had enough.

the dish towel barely had time to touch your hands before you tossed it aside and headed straight towards the source of your headache. a few seconds later, you were standing in front of the living room couch with your arms folded tightly across your chest.

“ryomen sukuna!”

both father & son looked up at the same time. your son immediately looked guilty while sukuna only raised an eyebrow, not looking remotely concerned by your presence.

“yes, wife?”

you pointed at your son. “go to your room!”

he didn’t even argue. he scrambled up the stairs like the couch was on fire. once he was gone, you turned back to your husband, eyes narrowed.

“our bedroom. now.”

sukuna pushed himself off the couch, trailing after you with the confidence of a man who thought he’d done nothing wrong. as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you hissed. “are you serious right now?!”

“you’re teaching our sixteen-year-old son how to flirt like some sleazy player? ‘you’re a distraction & it’s making me act up’ seriously, kuna?”

sukuna leaned back against the headboard, arms spread along the mattress; looking completely unrepentant. “what? the kid asked for advice & i only gave him good advice.”

“… good advice?” you stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his muscular chest. “you’re deliberately teaching him corny pick-up lines while convincing him that every conversation with a girl is some kind of strategy game. do you want him turning into you?”

sukuna’s smirk widened, clearly amused by your scolding.

“and what’s wrong with turning into me?” he asked, voice dropping into that low, sultry tone he knew had an effect on you. “i got you, didn’t i?”

you glared at him, refusing to let him charm his way out of this.

“you got me after years of being an absolute menace. i don’t want our son learning how to be a menace too. he should be respectful, sweet & genuine. instead of using corny pick-up lines on poor girls who don’t know any better!”

sukuna reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto his lap despite your half-hearted protest. “… relax, woman,” he murmured, beefy arms wrapping around you. “i only told him the truth that girls do like confidence. but i also told him if he ever makes a girl cry, i’ll kick his ass myself.”

you rolled your eyes, still sitting stiffly on his lap.

“you better have.”

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your neck— slow and tender, the way he always did when he was trying to butter you up (which somehow always works). “… you’re cute when you’re mad at me for corrupting our son,” he whispered against your skin, voice gravelly.

“it makes me wanna remind you exactly who you married.”

you smacked his chest at that, but you didn’t pull away.

“s-shut up…”

“you love me,” he teased, grinning against your neck. “admit it, you fell for a menace.”

you rolled your eyes, but your arms found their way around his shoulders anyway.

“unfortunately, yes. but that’s not the point right now.”

he let out a dry chuckle, arms tightening around you. “good... now will you stop being mad at me?”

⨳ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: thank you to those who gave me suggestions on what to include for the blank line 😚 i ended up going with @user020707 (idky i’m not able to tag :c) line!!!

© gojosteddy | please do not repost, plagiarise or modify any of my works

[rawme-price]

Now imagine reader gets hit with some sort of experimental aphrodisiac on an op, a confirmed substance the team had been attempting to avoid.

Preliminary trials show subjects unable to stop themselves from seeking pleasure, overwhelmed with their libido. The entire ride back to base is tense, you sat in the back, overwhelmed and panting and—

Wait. No.

You seem....completely unaffected? Well, not totally, you're snuggling up to ghost a bit, but other than that you seem fine.

"What?" You finally huff when price glances at you for the fourth time in a minute, "yes, the drug is still in affect, I know what you're thinking."

"Well then shouldn't you be..." gaz trails off, face heated.

"Honestly? I don't see the big deal." You hunker down further against ghost, most of your kit having been discarded on the floor to avoid overheating "this feels like normal ovulation to me. Seems like a skill issue."

....no one mentions the fact price got hit with a much smaller dosage a few weeks prior and literally had to be sedated so he didn't do anything stupid before getting to a secure location.

They regard you with a....newfound flavor of respect after that.

[hunnismokah]

gojo back bc i was ovulating

[hunnismokah]

enjin !!!!!!! i started watchign gachiakuta its really good

[hunnismokah]

morning YAWWWNNNN

[luvrspitt]

╰ breakfast, lunch, and dinner, these pro heroes are STARVING!

pairing(s): katsuki bakugo x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separate!)

18+ MDNI. CUNNILINGUS, fem! reader, lots of pet names, fingering, spit, face sitting, pussy pronouns, talking you through it, butt play and butt plugs (izuku), pussy spanking, (izuku), making you BEG for it, manipulation, crying, stretching you out, dirty talk, down bad shoto, denki cumming in his pants, wedgies?, panty ripping, teasing, overstimulation .ᐟ

Katsuki Bakugo swore he could handle the weight of you sitting on his face, and when you reluctantly agreed, knees wobbling as you gripped the mahogany grain of your shared headboard to hover on top of his panting chest, you never would’ve expected him to adore the feeling of you suffocating his carved jawline.

He had the best seat in the whole fuckin’ house, plump pussy lips spread open inches above his mouth with a ‘pop’, the mess of your heightened arousal deliciously decorating the flesh ‘n swirling prettily around your smooth thighs.

“So fuckin’ pretty baby.” His huge hands find purchase in the sides of your hips, fingertips gripping the thick flesh to spread you open even further, the most personal parts of your body gaped wide open for his greedy viewing.

“Look at ya,” Katsuki breathes in, inhaling the sugary scent of your sex, the smell instantly watering his tastebuds, “can’t believe this s’all mine.”

“Just feel like I might hurt yo—oh fuck!” Two large palms quickly move to grip the flesh of your withering hips dropping, cunt planting firmly down to his opened maw.

A ravenous growl rumbles through him, the saccharine droplets of slick quickly swiping across his nose bridge, coating his cheeks in your aroma. His long pink tongue flicks out to slot between your lips, kitten licking a trail of salvia up your slit.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet baby,” he’s moaning, the sounds muffled by the weight of your entrance fully smothering him, yet he’s loud enough for you to hear him, voice low and vibrating your clit, “stop movin’ ‘n lemme take care of my girls.”

Licking and slurping, the noises fill the bedroom, silky wetness so egregious it rivals the sobs slipping from your shocked face. “Katsuki!” It’s astonishing how easily he holds you still, even as your legs completely give out beneath you. Bulging biceps hardening against your thighs and lifting you up, up, up! to the ceiling, gripping you perfectly in place to lick your walls clean of sap.

“Thinkin’ you’d hurt me? That I can’t handle you?” He’s questioning, tongue sliding down to your tight hole, digging the flicking the fat muscle up into it, “would let you kill me as long as you were the one askin’, baby.”

The gravity only works you closer, body caging in your hips to rock against his mouth, skilled tongue diggin’ in and out of your clenched hole, the button of his nose smushing into your clit. “Oh Kats, s-shit! I—too much! C-Can feel you everywhere!”

Holding onto the headboard for dear life, the wood grain begins to squeak at the hinges, soft nipples hardening when you press yourself tightly against it, the cold texture sending shivers down your spine.

“Can’t help it,” Katsuki's tongue travels back up towards your clit, placing a sloppy kiss to the warm bud, “tastes so damn good, baby.”

You throw your head down to the top of the headboard, drool collecting at the sides of your mouth. Squishy cheeks pressing deeply into grain in an attempt to stifle your moans, eyes slamming shut to savor the feeling of him absolutely ravishing your sex.

He looks up, passionate crimson eyes squinting and blond brows furrowing when he can’t find your face looking down at him. “Oi!” His strong arms prod at your thick hips, swiftly pulling you further down to his chin, your body tumbling backwards.

“H-Huh?” You should have never underestimated his strength, large hands easily spaying around your ass to throw you around like a ragdoll, fingers white knuckling at the soft flesh he grips snug to his mouth. “W-Wha—”

“—Quit hidin’,” he mumbles, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, placing a graphic porno-sounding kiss to the skin, the slick residue from his swollen mouth painting your skin, “needa hear you screamin’ so I know I’m doin’ a damn good job.”

Biting your lip, you rapidly nod down at him, jaw falling open as he begins to rock you on his lips, pink tongue flattening on your slit and applying even pressure.

“K-Kats—mmfuck! Gettin’ close.” Your voice comes out high pitched, a sinful moan roaring from the back of your aching throat, fingertips hooking into the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead to rock against him, mouth perfectly rolling the gooey flesh of your clit.

“Take what ya want from me, know you deserve it,” he’s grumbling beneath you, hand reaching up to spay on your tummy, digits traveling up your navel and towards your breasts, fingers rolling around your nipple. “Know you’re close baby, give it to me, yeah?”

Katsuki knows the exact moment you finally break, head thrown back with a sob, your slick coats his face, hips rapidly rolling fast around the slope of his nose to ride out your high, cunt drenching his face full of your glistening essence.

“Tsuki—Stop!” The high hits you much harder than usual, the strong pink muscle pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of your sore clit, causing you to jump off his face with a yelp, “too much!”

“Where you goin’,” he scoffs beneath you, palms massaging the soft flesh of your ass to anchor you back down, his tongue finding your used hole, “‘m not done yet, come ‘ere.”

It all started with that damned house dress, the one you slipped on just as you tumbled out of bed, body completely bare beneath the silk.

Seeing you standing in the kitchen swirling sticky honey into a steaming mug, every last sense of rationale Shoto Todoroki had left inside of him quickly evaporates, leaving the man at a standstill in the doorway. It’s as if he was still stuck in a dream, a dizzy bout of sleep walking he doesn’t dare pinch himself awake from.

Shoto’s legs move on their own accord, bare feet stepping off the tatami towards you. The hardwood flooring speaks before he can, the paneling creaking beneath his heavy frame.

“Shoto?” You’re asking, popping your head over your shoulder, and when you see him standing in the doorway, you're smiling—eyes wide as saucers.

You twirl around to greet him, skirt easing off your hips as the fabric swishes in the air, “was getting started on some tea, I know you like to make it but I thought I’d surprise you.”

Shoto can’t speak.

Not when you’re looking at him like that.

Shoto desperately wants to fill the empty void due to his lack of response, yet every word falls flat on his lips, heterochromia irises far too focused on your presence to think of anything else.

It wasn’t like you were wearing anything special. The airy, cloud-white garment hung loosely on your frame, chantilly lace wrapping around the swell of your breasts matching the hem at your hips, the length cutting off just above the small divot between your thighs.

You looked angelic, and when the sunlight cut through the opened window, warm hues dancing over your features like a painting, Shoto found himself tumbling down to his knees.

“Sho? Are you okay?” Gasping, your hands grip his forearms, the stocky man easily wrapping himself around your front, red and white hair spaying over your abdomen.

He can only find it in himself to shake his head ‘no’, hands fisting the fabric on your thighs, lips pouting into the silkened garment. “I love you.”

You laugh, fingertips grazing the hair out of his eyes, his chin digging into the soft spot just below your navel, feeling his warmth surround your skin. “I love you enough that I want you to get off the floor,” teasing him, you reaching behind you to turn off the stove, giving him your full attention. “You’re looking at me like you’re going to eat me alive or something.”

Oh? But I am.

The words linger, never daring to leave his mouth.

It’s unfair, he thinks. Everything about you is so perfect. You always know exactly what to say whenever there’s an uncomfortable beat of silence, how you’re so kind to everyone you meet—including himself, showing your appreciation in the small moments that many others would ignore.

Shoto can feel his heart swell in his chest, blood pooling to his ears, the tips surely shining the brightest shade of merlot.

“Love when you wear this,” he mutters, head bowing to place a chaste kiss to each thigh, soft lips mumbling into the flesh, “you are beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it, Sho.”

I’d like to rip it off.

He’d buy you ten more if he could; if you’d let him that is, all to tear the flimsy fabric to shreds, a shameless cycle of his devotion to you.

Shoto doesn’t realize his hands have fallen onto your legs, palms gliding smooth over the skin, hands massaging your hips. He kneads the skin just to feel the way it pebbles beneath his grip, the slightest hint of your blood thumping through your veins instantly grounding him in you.

“Sho,” it’s your turn to grip at the fabric, body flushing with the tiniest bit of warmth that pools in your belly at his groping, the hem treading just above your bare mound, “d-don’t know what’s happening but—”

“—You.” He’s growling, voice slicked in the same way the honey sticks to the forgotten ceramic mug, face diving between your legs.

Shoto doesn’t ask as he’s spreading you open, tongue indulging in the way your silky slit coats his tastebuds, the heady flavor causing him to moan, voice shaking. “You happened.”

Taken aback, the sheer force of his greedy muscle licking you clean makes your hands shamelessly bundle the fabric frantically off your hips to gaze down at the starving man, his eyes closed to focus on funneling his tongue deep inside of you.

“Shoto! Oh my god! W-What are you—”

“—Showing you how much I love you.”

Your cunt was his altar, the delightful sap-like nectar seeping out from your drenched folds his savior, lapping the honey slick as if it’s his last meal on earth, one to praise and devour all at the same time.

“Love you,” he’s moaning, reddened tongue making out with your sex as if it was another pair of your lips he was kissing instead, mouth moving in tangent with his words, “love you so much.”

“Sho! Love you too, l-love your mouth.”

“Keep talking,” he smiles, head bowing up and down with each fat lick to your cunt, his tongue prodding the fleshy bits of your sensitive nub, pleasure blossoming in your upper thighs, “tell me how you’re feeling, honey.”

“Wha—I can’t!”

Not when he’s devouring you with a fever you can’t seem to recognize. Tongue soft and sweet; licking every little crevice between your legs, mouth taking every last rational thought from your mind out of your body with a suckle to your clit.

“Please,” he’s begging, widened pupils gazing up at your fucked out face, “tell me what you love about it, talk me through it.”

In fear of him halting his moments, you’re talking faster than you can think, words shakily fumbling out of your withering chest. “Your mouth,” you moan, thighs shaking at the force of him kitten licking your clit, “a-always take your time—shit! So warm ‘n soft.”

“Keep going, love.”

His hands move you easily, arching your hips to allow his long tongue to plug its way into your aching hole, the action causing you to squeak. “Oh your hands Shoto! Love your hands s-so much.”

“Want me to use them?” He asks gently, dominant hand leaving your hips to prod at your entrance, anxiously awaiting your approval.

How could you possibly tell him no?

“Please.”

His finger dips between your lips, the digit easily swallowing up past your entrance from how wet it is, knuckles pressing into you with a ‘squelch’. He pistons it in and out of your hole, tongue latching on your clit to create a seal, loud slurping sounds echoing from damp skin.

It would be dirty if it was anyone else other than Shoto.

“Shoto! D-Don’t stop—please, please don’t stopppp.” Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes as he adds another finger to the equation, fingerprints curling up into your g-spot to brush the point of no return, your sobs turning into wails of pleasure.

“Close? I can feel you squeezing.”

“Yes, yes!” You were stricken by some life altering hysteria, mind utterly preoccupied by the way Shoto worked your cunt wide open, “want—gonna cum in your mouth.”

“Go ahead, I’ll take care of you,” he’s whispering, mouth muffled by the sound of your pussy, nose deep into the puffy flesh of your mound.

Clammy fingertips grasp at his hair, gripping a handful of hair to roll your hips against him. You’re not sure what you're going for, yet nonetheless you chase it, curses falling from your slacked mouth. “Shit, shit, cumming!”

The sensation hits you all at once, Shoto’s hands, his mouth. He will always take care of you, always worship you, even in the kitchen on his hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.

Flurries of sputtering stars burst behind your eyes, Shoto’s hand holding you in place as you ride it out, hips shaking, spine aching.

When he finally pulls away, licking your slick off his lips he’s smiling, hands finding yours.

His fingers are wet. Your tea still isn’t made.

Izuku Midoriya's been waiting for this all day long, discovering you tucked snugly in bed awaiting for him to finally come home, your frame slowly snoozing between the sheets.

His tartan suit was half way off, beige dress coat hanging over the peg of the bed frame, white sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, work badge still hanging from his stocky chest.

He’d woken you up in a daze, scarred hands spreading your legs wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the lowlight of the yellow lamp, your nightie barley clinging to your skin.

“Was waiting up for you, didn’t think you’d be so late,” you’re mumbling, voice shy.

He gleams. Of course you waited for him, cunt leaking and begging to be touched, holes ready for him to toy with.

“I’m sorry baby, a-and thank you for being so patient,” he’s murmuring into your neck, taking a deep breath and smiling when he smells traces of his body wash on your skin, “want to make it up to you, will you let me?”

An hour later he had you fully awake and stretched out for him, knees kissing either side of the mattress with his favorite green hued plug popped inside your tight ass, the customized authentic jade gemstone poking out between your cheeks.

“How are you feeling?” Izuku asks, face inches away from your cunt, watching the soft rise and fall of your belly, pussy dripping slick down to the white sheets.

“G-Good,” you’re stuttering, tight ring clenching the metal protrusion inside of you, words glued to your tongue so nicely; gooey mind worried you’ll say the wrong thing starting to scare you, “feels really good ‘zuku.”

“Good.” He parrots, running two fingers that rest on your knee up towards the inside of your thigh, the soft skin feeling like butter on his calloused fingerprints. “I think you’re ready for something else though, aren’t you?”

“Y-Your mouth? Please?” Your woozy eyes look down at him, body shivering as goosebumps erupt everywhere he’s touching you, a hopeful dopey smile spreading on your shiny cheeks.

“You’re silly,” he’s almost chuckling, chest swooning at how devoted you are to him, mind and body completely vulnerable to his heavy presence.

His fingers dip into the crevice just beside your mound, trailing a ghost-like touch up and down to watch you writhe against the mattress, nipples hardening in the dim lighting.

Two fingers lightly touch your clit, the thick digits forcing your slit wideee open, the sloppy sounds of your lips widening to fit him forces your sensitive body to heat up in embarrassment, face smushing into the side of your pillow.

“A-And you’re mean,” mumbling, you suddenly jump at the contact, a firm slaaaappp! landing down on your clit. “Izuku!”

You feel your clit begin to throb, the rapid heartbeat in your chest traveling down to the aching bundle of nerves as he goes right back to massaging it, his eyes absorbing your wild reaction.

Clenching down, the plug presses itself even deeper inside you, the cold metal working its way around your ass, the width squeezing around your sensitive walls.

Izuku goes back to massaging your clit, the soft touch doing little to stimulate it, hips jerking up to reach his touch.

He pulls back, slotting the slick coated fingers into his lips, tongue licking them clean. “Mean? You think this is mean?”

Suddenly, two thick digits are plunging into your cunt, walls clenching down around the protrusions, hot womb easily sucking him in, fingertips hitching knuckles deep.

“Fuck!” You’re mewling, head thrashing.

You wanted him to be inside you think, mind woozy as your holes become equally filled, the pressure of the large plug shifting his chunky knuckles up towards your g-spot—still not fully touching it, yet letting you feel that he’s there.

“Still so tight,” he’s observing, watching the way your pussy expands to take his fingers, the tight lil’ hole squelching for attention around them. “Can feel you sucking me in… feels good, doesn’t it?”

You can’t respond as another finger joins your slit, the pointer finger long and prodding as it slips inside, the stretch forcing a cry out of your dry mouth.

Izuku talks you through it, tells you just how good you’re doing for him, coaxing your body to relax for him, now three fingers deep.

“Let me in, you’re almost there.”

“Doing so good for me, baby. Look so pretty stuffed full of me.”

“You trust me, right?”

You focus on his words, body contorting around his intrusion deep inside of you, fully relaxed to take whatever he gives you.

“Izuku?” The pain quickly blooms into pleasure, an uncomfortable sensation building deep inside your core causing you to beg. “Want your mouth so bad Izuku, e-everything feels too tight—too full!”

Izuku almost feels pity for you.

His pretty baby begging for release, pleading for a smidge of attention from him.

“Since you’ve been so good tonight, maybe I’ll give you what you want?” He’s coaxing you to say what he wants to hear, emerald green eyes laser focused on the soft prodding of your squishy mound, fingers swabbin’ around in your gushy insides like he’s trying to memorize the ridges of your canal.

“Please Izuku,” wishfully thinking, your words slur, spine arching off the bed to greet his freckled cheeks, warm breath tickling your slit.

He places a kiss on your clit just to watch you squeak, eyebrows raising down at you like a hawk watching his prey. “Please what? Use your words.”

“Please use your mouth,” you’re whining, yet he doesn’t move, your eyes widening, “Izuku, can you please u-use your mouth and…”

“Go on.”

He wants to hear you say it out loud. The very words that always cause you to shy away from him, the perverse nature of the descriptions of what you desperately crave from him heating your body up.

“Please eat me out.”

You must really want to cum tonight Izuku’s thinking, his thighs tensing at how sweetly you’re asking, wide eyes gleaming over with sex.

He doesn’t respond, and right when you believe he’s about to stand up from between your legs, an arm anchors around your lower belly, mouth diving in between your legs.

Izuku is messy with it. All tongue and meticulous direction, he teeters between light swiping and harsh sucking against your nub, fully coating himself in slick.

“Mppf! Zu! Oh god!”

He’s purposely holding you from bucking off the mattress, rather having you thrust around in his grasp to feel how his pleasure blooms throughout your body.

His large fingers reach spots inside of you yours could never, rapidly flicking up into your spongey g-spot, he easily stretches out the muscle to take what he wants.

“I’m close—”

“—already? Such a good girl.” He has a way with making you hold on to every word he says, Izuku’s heavy presence invading your space in every way possible.

The only thing you can picture is him, the way his fingers smooch your pussy, tongue licking your clit; even down to the plug, stuffing you completely, all because he asked so nicely.

“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku!” You’re the fullest you’ve ever been in your life, tummy bulging as he flicks his fingers up, the depth so strong you can almost taste it.

You throw your head back, eyes slamming shut to devote yourself in the feeling, your high coming head on, body unable to escape the way its throwing you off the edge.

“Don’t go shy on me now, look at me.” Izuku’s pulling you from that ledge, dripping eyes peering up at him in awe, irises daring to roll back into your skull as he eats you like an animal, fingers scooping your cunt.

“There she is, mmmm my pretty girl,” he hums in approval, the vibrations heading straight to your clit, thighs shaking. Izuku notices, forearm pressing roughly into your lower belly, “oh baby, you’re so close, do you want to cum?”

Izuku is attentive, calculating the best possible outcome using your cunt as his test subject as the feeling takes over you, thighs tensing, toes curling.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please Izuku!” Mumbling, you get lost in the moment once he’s pressing his lips roughly to your clit, the pleasure overbearing, jaw dropping, mouth going silent.

“Go ahead honey,” he’s mumbling, fingers fucking your g-spot, your body breaking beneath him, “because after this one, you’ll give me another, right?”

“Fuck!” You’re nodding, mind blacking out into perpetual bliss, completely unaware the night is just getting started.

“Babe… didn't realize you were this wet, would’ve left Sero's place like hours ago.” Denki Kaminari can’t help but gawk at the painfully beautiful sight unfolding before him.

He’d been teasing you all evening, sitting you prettily on top of his lap whilst everyone else was far too focused on the movie playing in front of them to realize he was rubbing your clit beneath the blanket spread on your legs.

Darling lil’ pussy lips soaking right through lace panties, the skirt you wore granting him easy access as he dipped two fingers between them, pressing the fabric snugly into your slippery clit.

It was blatantly obvious when you were about to finally cum. Body twitching on top of him, legs shaking and muscles flexing. Each attempt to hide your mewls by chewing loudly on pieces of popcorn or sipping your drink, Denki would quietly laugh in your ear, gold earring cold against your skin, as he’d quickly pull his hand away from the mess he’d made to rub at your thighs instead, wrinkled fingertips edging you to soaked oblivion.

When the movie was finally over and you were waddling around in a puddle of slick with legs like jelly, Denki rushed your goodbyes, swearing that he couldn’t get you home any faster.

Feverishly pulling you down onto the carpet of the living room, the anticipation of tasting you takes over him. Large hands flip your skirt above your belly, his golden locs situated snuggly between your legs to stare at the sloppy liquid pouring from your poor neglected pussy lips onto your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight.

“Stop teasin’ me,” you plead with him, the fabric so embarrassingly wet it nips at your heated slit, thighs uncontrollably sopping as Denki's tongue only makes it worse, a fat dribble of spit slopping against your covered cunt.

“I’m nottt—hey! If I knew it was this bad, I would've ate you out in the bathroom.” He’s laughing, voice sleazy, golden irises blown out and dark, pupils fully covering the amber hues.

His fingers pinch the fabric up, up, up! between your fat lips, watching them rapidly swallow up the material like they’re quenching for thirst, your fat cunt sticking out on the sides.

Gasping, you wiggle around in his grasp, hole pulsating and clit throbbing, your hips pressing up towards his nose, the slope catching on your covered clit. “You’re such a freak, a-and Sero’s a perv… he would’ve probably liked that shit.”

You can hear the same thick digits touching your lips begin to tug at the fabric, a dull ‘riiiiipppp’ screeching beneath you as he breaks the stingy fabric in two, leaving your bare glistening cunt shining in the darkness of the room.

“Not when I’m done with ya he won’t,” placing a slow lick from the bottom of your tight hole up to your sensitive clit, Denki groans at the taste, his own hips humping the floor, “it would suck having to buy him a new sink though.”

Your fingers find purchase in his hair, rolling the yellow tendrils between your hands in a tight grip, matching the hectic rolls of your hips to the lazy gyrations of his head.

“Fuck Denki!” You let out a relieved curse when he begins to suck on your clit, his wiggly tongue lapping every last drop of slick that falls from your hole, “I’m done replacing his furniture everytime we b-break it.”

“Want to-mfdph—I want to.” Denki's words are inaudible as he rapidly licks at your pussy, tongue getting completely lost in the feeling of your cunt rubbing his face raw, cheeks warm and covered in your essence.

You peer down at him, his eyes slammed shut as he shakes his head like a dog, mouth moving side to side. “What babe? C-Can't hear you over your sloppy mouth.”

“Shit,” he’s gasping, head coming up for air just long enough to take a sharp breath, his finger finding your neglected hole, “wanna fuck you in every room in his house, show everyone who you belong to.”

“Oh Denki, everyone already kno—oh, fuck!”

His finger instantly flicks up into your gummy g-spot, mouth latching on your clit to lap at the flesh as if he needs to taste you to survive, skilled tongue flicking up and down your sensitive bud.

“Denki!” The familiar hitch jumps deep inside your core, body heating up as your thighs clench around his head, voice cracking, “gonna make me c-cum!”

“Fuckkk-please, give it to me.” Moaning, his cock head manically weeps through the fabric of his pants, the taste of your gushing cunt pushing him closer to the edge, your voice causing his balls to tense up.

Denki’s hips roughly fuck into the floor with such veroccity it jerks him forward, your body fully rocking aginst his fingers, the knuckles traveling further past your walls.

“M-More! Fuck—Please!”

He groans in approval, slipping another finger into your stuffed hole. The burning stretch causes your waterline to prickle with the faintest globes of tears, fingers alternating between gripping the frills of your skirt and the strands of his hair, body teetering on the edge of your high.

“C’mon, you’ve got it babe,” Denkis mumbling into your clit, words vibrating deep into the slippery flesh sending little dull bolts up and down your thighs, knees shaking beside his ears, “soak me—pleaseee, need to feel it-ruin me babe—”

Your voice cuts him off, a wild mantra of his name rapidly falling from your slacked maw as you cum against him, little volts of electricity swirling around the sensitive nerves in your mound, body rolling in ecstasy.

“Fuck babe, jus’ like that,” he’s mumbling, ripping off your swollen clit to watch your face as you fall apart on the floor, his hips stuttering on the pale carpeting beneath them, “aw, shit!”

Before he can realize what’s happening, Denki is cumming untouched with a whimper, mouth returning to lap at your release while his own creates a syrupy mess in his pants.

The pleasure quickly becomes painful, clammy hands gripping him by the head to pull him up towards your lips, locking him into a sloppy kiss.

You moan when you taste yourself on him, palm falling down to fumble his belt wide open, pulling his shaft out of the material and swipin’ your hand over his red beating cock, his cum sticky on your fingers.

“Fuuuck,” he mumbles between your lips, dragging his face down to rub between your neck, sticking your slick onto your skin, “should have done that at his place babe, n-next time I’m dragging you to the bathroom, I swear!”

Your hand grips down hard on his sensitive cock, releasing a whine from the overstimulated boy. “Can you please stop talking about your friends when you’re about to fuck me, please?”

a/n: divider by @/cafekitsune okay… so! this started as a bakugo drabble and then i saw a vid on x that instantly reminded me of shoto and so of course, jenni got carried away

[do3-eyed-bunny]

you keep me so plump and well fed omfg

[madamechrissy]

bsf Nerd! Toru fks you in the ass after Frat! Kuna breaks up with you

I always see Mr steal your girl Sukuna but I wanna see nerdy, whimpering, Digimon wearing Gojo wrecking our holes 💗 cracked out smut lmao - he studies this extensively for you!

How did you end up here, with Satoru Gojo - the biggest nerd in college and your childhood best friend - squirting a generous amount of lube on your ass, all down his thick cock, pressing inside and stretching you out? muttering your name like a mantra, his fingers pressed into your hips, glasses about to fall off his face?

Well, for starters - your ex boyfriend Sukuna broke your heart.

He ended up with some other girl over you, purely because she was the snow dealer, so it was quick he just brushed you aside- all of this when the night before he'd been fucking you with your back arched. Sukuna was always mean with it, pounding his thick length in your cunt, finger slipped in your other hole.

All that threatening to fuck you in the ass but he never did. He was just kind of awkward looking for a six foot five jock - when you caught him snorting lines with his new girl, at least he had the tact to break up with you before he let her sink to her knees and suck him, while you were walking back in to grab your keys.

So you go and have a good cry with your best friend, Satoru Gojo. The two of you were mathletes after all, until Sukuna you had it bad for him, but he never crossed that line. Forever in the friend zone you long gave up that crush - but he was right there for you when you knocked on his door tonight.

He has your favorite movie on, bought you your favorite wine, kissing your head so sweetly as you snuggle against him. His glasses are just a little askew when he pulls back, so you gently fix them on the straight bridge of his nose, sipping your glass and trying to just forget everything.

"You are so sweet to me Satoru," you murmur ever so softly, brushing your hand across his cheek. "I missed you lately."

Sukuna was jealous and possessive so you barely saw Satoru- especially since Sukuna was convinced the boy was in love with you.

Well he was.

So in love in fact - Satoru made sure that he still saw you every morning, even though you didn't see him. He'd sneak over where you got coffee every morning just to look at your beautiful face, to get a glimpse of you looking all cute, only to lose it when Sukuna had his hands all over you.

The endless nights of jerking it to you religiously, of knowing everything about you, of being your 'best friend' were torture. Now with you in his arms on the loveseat, your pretty eyes swimming with tears still, he can't help but want to tell you it all.

That he'd die just to sink to his knees and have your cunt in his face. That he'd love to breed your holes, all three of them, until you're pumped so full of his cum you'll never think of that asshole fratboy Sukuna again.

So of course when you needed a friend, Satoru was there. And when your back was aching from sleeping in a weird position last night, rubbing your neck just a bit and gasping in pain? He was more than ready to offer you a massage.

"Toru, are you sure," you're blushing a bit when you slip off your top, laying down on his bed, feeling pretty blue eyes study you behind thick glasses. Your tits are just in a little bra, the material so thin he can likely see everything. "You don't have to rub my back."

"Studied massage sweetheart," he slips his fingers down your spine. "I know all the pressure points."

Being oiled down and massaged by Satoru Gojo felt a little too good, you may be arching into it more than a friend should. Your hands grip his soft blankets, you feel his cock pressed against your ass when he straddles you, running his fingers down your spine, unknotting those tight muscles.

"Feels s'good, mnh," you're whining out so fucking sexy Satoru leaks pre in his Digimon boxers. He bites back a moan, moving his hands lower, until be eases down your shorts just a bit.

"This okay? You have a lot of tension in your lower back."

"Mm, yes it's fine, oh... nghh..." Satoru pauses, his fingers are brushing over the dimples right over the curve of your ass.

You're moaning, fuck. His cock is twitching now, that pretty pink tip spurting so much it's leaking onto his pants. His hands brush lower again, pressing into the curve of your ass, each cheek gripped by his hands.

"Hmm," the wine hits now, you're soaking wet and that warmth is spreading from your body. "Y'know what's funny, Toru?"

"What sweetheart," he murmurs, easing your shorts down more. "This okay?"

"S'perfect," you sigh, reaching down to slip your shorts even further, Satoru’s pulse jumps just like his cock when you're only in a thong, pretty ass on display. "Sukuna always said he was gonna fuck me there."

"Fuck you... oh..." Satoru runs his fingers down your slit, pressing against the fabric. "In your pretty pussy?"

"No," you giggle and look back at him, seeing his cheeks dusted with a pretty pink. "The other hole."

"Your ass huh," he laughs softly, furious he ever touched you. "He didn't?"

"No, guess he's fucking his new girls ass but... I'd be down to try? Is that super-"

Satoru darts off of you.

"Toru?" You lean up and blink. But Satoru's back with five different bottles of lube, holding them out and grinning at you.

"I have warming, cooling, this one is flavored, this is silicon based -" he pauses, seeing your flustered state, before sitting down, tilting your chin up and kissing you. "I should kiss you first, before I talk about lube huh?"

You bury your face in his chest, eyes shutting as he rubs your back gently. "Are you sure you wanna try this with me?"

Oh he's dreamed of fucking all your holes forever.

So that's how Satoru Gojo - your best friend - ends up with you arched in front of him, lapping at least two stripes from your clit to your ass first - he's a gentleman after all - and then pulling your cheeks apart. He bares your cute holes to him, watching them clench so adorably, before he spits right in you, watching the bubble clear mess trickle out and down to your pretty cunt.

"Oh y-you... ah!" He spreads his spit around, up on his knees now, when you feel a cold squirt right on it.

"I'll take such good care of you pretty," his fingers slip right inside your hole. Stretching it with their thickness, you whine out at the sensation, Satoru rests over you, a hand gripping your hair at the base of your neck. "Can you arch that pretty ass a little more for me?"

Fuck.

Satoru Gojo - your nerdy best friend - is curling those fingers with a mean precision, the pressure is so intense you almost pull back from it.

"Ah ah, don't tighten up, you're already doing such a good job," he leans over you, swiping your hair off one shoulder to place soothing little kisses. "You're taking them so well."

"Toru..." He grins when you relax, when it starts to feel so good, ass gripping his fingers so tight he can't imagine how good it'll be when it's strangling his cock. "Feels good... so... ah..."

"That's it," he chuckles then, pulling back and squirting more lube on your hole, you hear the sounds of his zipper and look back, blushing when you see just how huge his cock is, leaking streams of white that drip down the bed. "Good girl."

The first press of Satoru's pretty pink tip burns your unused hole, he's squirting even more and pulling your ass cheeks apart with the other hand, exhaling. And that's when it starts to feel so good. you may or may not have completely forgotten Sukuna when he's shoving his thick length in you deeper, easing so you feel every fucking inch.

Satoru has studied extensively for this very moment - and wastes no time in burying his cock to the hilt, his heavy balls ready to breed you smacking your empty cunt. He leans over you, reaching around to rub your clit, feeling you clamp down on him, the spurts of lube dripping down his inner thighs.

"Ah! S-so deep I... s'much, Toru..." Your head falls back against his hard chest, hands clinging to the blankets as he sits there buried, pelvis flush against your ass, letting you adjust.

"Takin' all of me, god I can't wait to breed all your holes," your eyes roll back when he begins to move, fucking you so deep - the burn so intense you're close with a few strokes and rolls of his fingertips.

"Breed me?"

"Mhm," he grins against your neck, fucking your ass harder, pulling back off your clit to take your fingers and put them right there so you feel it twitching. "There you go, touch yourself for me."

Sukuna who?

It's hard to remember that man when Satoru Gojo's cock was pummeling your ass, with messy smacks, all while your phone keeps going off. You're screaming into the blanket when your cunt drools and spasms around nothing, orgasm smacking you so hard, the squelches and slaps of skin echoing in Satoru's room.

"Hmm, wanna get that sweetheart?" he leans over, shoving his cock deep and bottoming out, you scream out then, as he grabs your phone, chuckling again.

Was he a nerd really or a psycho?

Maybe both.

"Ah, seems his coke dealer isn't good at head, tsk," he hands you the phone, as if your fucked out self can function or see, leaning over you with his blue eyes focused on the messages. How Satoru unlocked your phone you'll have to figure out later. "Should tell him who's fucking your ass, huh? Should we answer the facetime?"

"You're ins-sane..." But you look back, smiling and nodding.

Sukuna is furious when he sees Satoru fucking you from the back, but nothing makes him madder than when you moan out -

"Oh f-fuck, Toru! Be easy, you know I've n-never been fucked there!"

"The fuck!?" Sukuna is furious, but also you look sexy, he's still high off coke so he can't help but feel his cock twitch.

"You really fucked up, God she's taking me so well," he shoves in deep and Sukuna has to watch your eyes roll back. "Don't worry, I'll take real good care of her."

Feeling Satoru's cum flooding your hole has you gasping, his fingers pumping in your cunt and curling, having your ass just milk him for all he's worth. His balls contracting as he floods you with all that cum he's waited so long to, watching it pour out in milky streams down your needy cunt was just too perfect.

Sukuna may call you over and over, he may jerk off and snort so much coke he passes out - but Satoru is wide awake. After washing you up carefully in the shower, he makes sure to let you feel his cock in your cunt, fucking you on the shower wall, pouring even more cum, he's just kept so much for his best friend.

So much he doesn't stop when you're in bed with him, and when you're just too sore, you decide to give Gojo his first blow job. <3

****

baahaha blame @cantarcantar for this idea

[sturduststrails]

baby!yuji loves dad!kuna

Yuji ALWAYS runs too fast when he sees Sukuna.

The second his dad appears, all common sense leaves his tiny body.

One evening Sukuna comes home, you and Yuji are in the living room when the front door opens.

And immediately—

“DADAAAAA.”

Tiny feet SLAPPING against the floor at maximum speed

You barely have time to say:

“Yuji slow do—” Too late.

His little socks slide on the hardwood floor and suddenly—

THUD.

Dead silence

Yuji just lays there for one second in complete shock.

Not even crying yet.

Just processing

And Sukuna’s entire soul leaves his body.

“Yuji.”

He crosses the room in like two steps while you’re already kneeling down too.

Then comes the reaction

Tiny face crumpling.

Lip wobbling violently.

“…dadAAAAA.”

Instant sobbing.

Not even because it hurt that badly.

Mostly because he was emotionally devastated he fell while trying to get to Sukuna

And Sukuna looks genuinely stressed.

Scoops him up immediately, checking his face, hands, knees..

“You okay?”

“Lemme see.”

“You hit your head?”

Meanwhile Yuji is clinging to his shirt dramatically crying into his neck.

“Was runnin :(“

“Yeah I saw that.”

You’re trying not to laugh because Sukuna sounds personally offended at the floor.

Then Yuji hiccups sadly:

“Floor mean.”

Sukuna nods seriously.

“Floor’s a bitch.”

“SUKUNA.”

And honestly the cutest part is that even while crying, Yuji STILL only wants Sukuna.

Tiny arms locked around his neck.

Wet cheeks pressed against his shoulder.

So Sukuna just carries him around the house while he calms down.

Not even trying to put him down.

One tattooed hand rubbing his tiny back gently while Yuji sniffles himself sleepy.

Later Yuji whispers sadly:

“Wanted dada…”

Sukuna actually looks heartbroken for a second.

“I know, brat.”

From then on, every time Sukuna comes home and Yuji starts running full speed toward him, Sukuna immediately crouches down with his arms open like:

“Slow your little ass down first.”

Yuji never listens though..

original work, do not stole, copy, plagiarize my work - sturduststrails