society ♡

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[tojisbunni]

fluff. toji who lays on you when he’s so exhausted he could cry

a/n: some cute toji while i try to write part 4 of my other fic

it was late at night. like usual, you laid in bed with a book in hand while waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

the lock on the front door finally turned and the jangle of keys rang through the air. an exhausted sigh was heard alongside the quiet thuds of shoes being kicked off.

toji appeared in your doorway not long later, exhaustion wearing his handsome face down. you offered a small smile and put the book aside, more pressing matters at hand now.

“hi my baby.” you greeted softly, holding your arms out.

he tried to smile back but it didn’t meet his eyes. it never did on days like this. he trudged on over and slowly laid down, collapsing on top of you tiredly while still being sure not to crush you.

you wrapped your arms around him as best as you could, holding him and kissing his head gently. he melted into you. the sweet smell of your perfume and your warmth made him overflow with love.

“what’s wrong baby?” you murmured quietly, trailing some of your fingers down along his still slightly tense back. he just shook his head and buried his face deeper into your shoulder.

“so tired..” he whispered back and it was apparent in his voice.

you moved a hand to hold the side of his face, lifting his head to look at you. he let you and pressed his cheek into your hand. his eyes were rimmed with red from the day wearing down on him.

“my poor cutie. you work too hard.” you whispered, pressing fluttery kisses to each of his features. that earned the slightest hint of a smile.

“I’m okay.” he insisted. your fingers brushed against his cheek lightly, making a light pink creep up on his cheeks. you just nodded but the two of you knew it wasn’t true.

you pecked his lips now. a bunch of times. “cmon, let’s shower together. I can get you all cleaned up before dinner.”

he nodded and gave you a slow kiss, his appreciation translating through it. “I love you.”

you whispered it back against his lips contently.

[luvmegumix]

Nanami finds out his daughter has a crush..

pairing: dad!nanami x reader genre: fluff, family, comfort

“And he gave me a flower from the playground.”

Your daughter has been going on and on, giving you all the intricate details of her newfound crush at school. Loud footsteps in the background overpower her light voice.

“Honey, I’m home,” Nanami shouts down the hall.

Before you can stand up from the couch, your daughter darts out of the room toward her dad, jumping into his arms. You join them, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Eww! Do you guys have to do that?” She crosses her tiny arms.

“Yes. I love your mom, Princess.” He looks down at you with gleaming eyes.

“Dad, how do you know when you love someone?”

Nanami drops his briefcase onto the floor and clears his throat.

“I knew I loved your mother when I realized I didn’t want to spend another day without her.” He smiles as he looks at you.

“Mom, does that mean I love Ethan?”

Nanami’s eyes shoot wide open, and he clears his throat again.

“Who is Ethan?”

Your daughter looks down, a slight red tint appearing on her cheeks.

“Ethan is my crush, Dad. I love him.”

“Princess, you’re in the first grade,” Nanami says, rubbing a hand over his face.

“So? You said that when you love someone, you don’t want to spend a day without them. I want to see Ethan every day.”

Nanami takes a deep breath.

“Honey, why don’t you go to your room and start on your homework?”

She rolls her eyes.

“Fine, Mommy.”

She runs up the stairs. By the time her bedroom door shuts, Nanami is sinking into the living room couch.

“She’s six. She doesn’t need to be worried about boys. I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with this until she was sixteen.” He blows out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Don’t worry about it. Everyone has at least one crush in elementary school. She’ll grow out of it.” You rub his shoulders gently.

“I hope she’s still my little girl.” His eyes begin to water.

“She loves you, baby. She’ll always be your little girl. You’re all she talks about—especially when you sneak her lemonade for breakfast.”

You both let out a quiet laugh. He wraps his arm around you before resting his head against your chest.

written by keke ♡

[followkira]

Fratjo has a crush

The hallway chatter faded the moment you stepped into the classroom. You looked down at the slip of paper in your hand, checking the row and seat number the office had assigned you.

Row three, desk four.

Except someone was sitting right on top of it.

He was huge, with bright white hair, wearing a worn-out varsity jacket with a backward cap on. He was leaning back on your desk, laughing loudly with three other guys surrounding him.

You stepped up to the edge of the desk. "Excuse me?"

He didn't even turn his head. He just barked out a laugh, leaning further back. "It’s school property, sweetie. Take a lap."

The guys around him burst into stupid, exaggerated laughs.

You just stood there, letting out a small, tired sigh and shifting your weight to one leg.

Maybe the lack of response bothered him, because he slowly turned around to look at who he was brushing off.

His eyes started at your shoes, dragged up the tight flared jeans hugging your legs, caught the tight top you were wearing, and finally landed on your face, framed by your hair done up in twin clips.

The smirk on his face completely died.

The silence dragged for three whole seconds. The guy practically scrambled off the desk, his hands flying up like he’d just been caught doing something illegal.

"Oh," he said, his voice instantly dropping the fake loud tone. He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking anywhere but at his friends. "My bad. Didn't see you there."

He slid into the empty chair next to it, pulling your desk out for you like he hadn't just been a total jerk two seconds ago.

His friends just stared at him, dead quiet.

Gojo had a type. Everyone knew it. Usually, it was loud girls at parties, short skirts, heavy makeup, the kind who didn't care about a text back the next morning.

You weren't like that at all. You were just so damn cute.

A weird, unfamiliar fluttering feeling was practically doing flips in his chest, and he couldn't even bring himself to feel embarrassed about it.

He didn't just want to pull you into a dark hallway after class. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted to buy you whatever silly little things you glanced at in store windows, carry your bag, and drive you anywhere you wanted to go.

His mind wandered, drifting way too far into the future.

He could already see it. A warm, quiet house. The kids finally asleep upstairs after a long day. You’d be waiting up for him in the living room, wearing one of his oversized hoodies, looking soft and pretty. He’d walk through the front door, drop his keys, wrap his arms around your waist, and pull you close for a long, quiet kiss just to prove how much he missed you.

"Satoru Gojo?"

"Here!"

His voice cracked. Badly.

It sounded like a screeching bird, ringing out through the dead silent classroom.

A collective wave of snickers broke out among his friends, but Gojo didn't even care about them. His face flushed a bright, furious pink as he blinked, snapped completely out of his daydream.

You turned around in your seat.

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you looked at him, but there wasn't a drop of malice in it. Your eyes met his, bright and warm, and for a second, neither of you looked away. The shared eye contact stretched out, lingering just a beat longer than it should have, leaving a small, sweet smile resting on your face before you finally turned back to the board.

Gojo buried his face in his hands, his heart hammering against his ribs, completely done for.

For the rest of the period, Gojo didn't hear a single word the teacher said.

He rested his chin on his fist, his brow unintentionally pinched together as his eyes stayed glued to the back of your head. He wasn't glaring—he was just concentrating so hard on trying to process the intense, dizzying crush he had on you that his mouth acted on its own.

His teeth sank into his lower lip, biting down aggressively, over and over, completely unaware of what he was doing to himself.

The moment the bell rang, you packed up your bag and stepped into the bustling hallway.

You didn't make it five steps before a tall figure cut right through the crowd, stepping right into your path.

"Hey—wait up," Gojo said, his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his usual cool demeanor. "I didn't catch your name earlier. I'm Gojo Satoru."

You looked up at him, a little surprised, before softly giving him your name.

"Well... I wanted to apologize for how I acted at your desk earlier," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was being a total jerk."

Before you could reply, your eyes snagged on his face. A tiny bead of red was pooling right in the center of his bottom lip, where he'd spent the last forty-five minutes practically chewing on it.

"Are you... okay?" you asked, pointing a small finger toward his chin. "Your lip is bleeding a little. You were biting it really hard during class."

Gojo froze. His face instantly flushed a bright, furious red.

"Oh. Uh." He quickly swiped his tongue over his lower lip to catch the sting, wincing slightly. He looked down at the floor, suddenly looking way less like an intimidating frat guy and way more like an embarrassed kid. "Yeah. Sorry. Force of habit when I'm... thinking."

The sight of this giant, ridiculously handsome guy getting completely flustered over a bitten lip was ridiculously cute. A warm smile spread across your face.

"It's fine," you said softly, your voice easy and forgiving. "Apology accepted, Satoru."

Gojo's head snapped up at the sound of his name on your lips. Seeing your gentle smile, the nervous tension in his shoulders completely melted away.

"So," he started, a hesitant, much sweeter grin tugging at his mouth. "I know it's a free period right now. Do you... want someone to show you around? I know all the best spots. And where to avoid."

raise your hand if you love secretly loverboy fratjo 🙋🏻‍♀️

dividers by: @notsecondkira

[ NOTICE: Plagiarism of this data log will not be tolerated. However, inspiration is permitted provided explicit network credit is given. ]

[hidingwhere]

𝜗𝜚 nanami vs sundresses

Nanami’s wife had a big teeny tiny obsession with sundresses. In fact, over a quarter of your wardrobe was occupied with sundresses hung meticulously in colour order along the railing. You looked so happy in them, eyes creasing as you smiled with glee.

It drove Nanami absolutely crazy.

Of course he loved the dresses and he loved seeing you happy even more, but the way the material hugged your chest and hips, the way it flowed beautifully around your lower half and swayed in slow motion whenever you moved had him going insane. He felt his cock hardening whenever you walked out of the bedroom and the self control he had to teach himself was becoming unbearable.

“Kento? Are you okay?”

His head snapped up to your eyes instantly, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m fine.”

“You seem distracted,” you add on.

“Just… work stuff,” he lied, trying to avoid eye contact with your yellow sundress, little blue flowers printed over it.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Your adorable concerned expression had Nanami staring down at his lap, counting to ten in his head to try and prevent all the blood rushing to his groin. His jaw tightened painfully.

“I’m okay, darling. Thank you for offering.”

You wouldn’t let up though, unable to move on from the conversation because of how weird your husband was acting. You squeezed his hand gently from across the dining table. “Kenny, are-“

You pause mid sentence when he groans, eyes squeezing shut. With a curious mind, you lean down to look under the table and notice the large bulge forming in his work trousers.

You can’t help but burst out into giggles.

Nanami stares at you like you’re personally offending him.

“Love, it’s not nice to laugh.”

“Aww, you’re so cute, Ken! Why didn’t you just tell me?” One foot outstretches to press against his groin under the table, eliciting another low moan.

“Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he grits out.

“Hm? How do you mean?”

“I didn’t-“ His breaths becomes shorter. “-want to make you feel sexualised in your dress.”

You beam. “So you like them that much, huh?”

He groans again when you rub over his hardened cock slowly. “Don’t tease, darling. You know I love them, and you.”

“Oh, I know. Now I wanna see just how much you love them.”

[gojosteddy]

⋆˖ satoru might just be the reason why your daughter’s first lemonade stand was a success ( ɞ̴̶̷ ̫ ᴗ̤ *) 🍋 2.1k wc

the idea first came up during the last week of summer.

your eight-year-old daughter was sprawled across the living room floor with her crayons all morning, kicking her feet in the air while complaining that there was 'nothing fun left to do' before school started again.

somehow, a few hours later, she marched into the kitchen with a notebook tucked under her arm & a glitter pen behind her ear. “… mama,” she announced, rising onto her tiptoes while gripping the edge of the counter with both hands.

“i wanna set up a lemonade stand.”

your hands stilled beneath the running water as you looked over at her. “a lemonade stand?”

“yes!” she squealed, giving you an eager little nod.

“that’s a lovely idea, sweetheart, but setting up a lemonade stand takes more than just making lemonade. theres a lot of planning involved.”

she faltered at your words, fingers curling tighter around the counter’s edge as her hopeful smile began to fade.

before she could answer, your husband, satoru gasped from the doorway like she had just revealed a life-changing investment opportunity. “a lemonade stand?” he repeated, one hand flying to his chest. “oooo my princess wants to be a young entrepreneur?”

your daughter’s entire face lit up at the sound of his voice. “papaaa!”

“say less.” he clapped his hands together, already walking over like this required immediate executive action. “we need lemons, cups, ice, a spare table, a big signboard, some posters, maybe balloons—”

“satoru…”

“—and possibly a mascot.”

“absolutely not.”

he paused before leaning down towards your daughter, lowering his voice into a very unsubtle whisper. “we’ll discuss the mascot later.”

your daughter nodded conspiratorially.

you sighed, already knowing you had lost because there was no absolutely way you were winning against the two of them once they started plotting together. you’d unfortunately learned that the hard way after several previous past father-daughter conspiracies.

and instead of opening the stand that very same day, the rest of the evening was dedicated to preparing for the grand opening.

your kitchen turned into a tiny business headquarters. lemons were lined up all across the counter, poster boards were spread over the dining table, and your daughter sat between you & satoru with markers scattered around her like she was planning a national campaign.

as usual, satoru took the entire thing far too seriously.

“the sign needs to be eye-catching,” he mused, tapping his chin like a professional consultant. “people should see it and immediately think, ‘wow, i need lemonade right now!’”

your daughter nodded, completely focused. “should i draw lemons?”

“absolutely, sweetie.”

“and hearts?”

“yeah, that too. it’ll be great for brand personality.”

you blinked at him. “brand… personality?”

he turned to you, looking slightly offended that you would even question his expertise. “babe, this is serious business.”

satoru even made her practice her ‘customer-service voice’ in the middle of the kitchen, standing across from her like he was evaluating a serious business pitch. “okay, now pretend i’m a customer,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “try selling me the lemonade.”

your daughter straightened immediately, holding up an imaginary cup. “h-hello there.. it’s hot outside, would you like some lemonade? it’s only one dollar!”

satoru gasped softly, looking thoroughly impressed. “whoa, that’s amazing, princess!”

“… satoru,” you sighed, pressing your lips together to smother the smile threatening to appear.

“what? she genuinely did great.”

you glanced back & forth between them before returning your attention to the lemons, already accepting the fact that the two of them were far beyond saving.

the next few hours passed in a blur of sticky fingers, lemon juice splattered all across the counter, and half-squeezed lemons piling up beside the cutting board.

by the time your daughter finally went to bed, the sign was finished, the lemonade pitchers were chilling in the fridge, paper cups were stacked neatly by the door & satoru had already started referring to tomorrow as the official grand opening of her lemonade empire.

—

the next afternoon, your front yard looked completely different.

what was supposed to be a simple folding table had turned into a full on production. a pastel yellow cloth covered the surface, balloons bobbed lazily from one corner, and the hand-painted sign leaned proudly against the front. beside the ice-cold pitcher of lemonade sat a stack of paper cups, striped straws, a little jar for spare change, and a handwritten menu card your daughter had insisted on decorating with doodled lemons & uneven hearts.

she stood behind the stand in her tiny apron, hair tied back with a ribbon and cheeks flushed with excitement. beside her, satoru adjusted the cups into a perfect little stack, sunglasses perched on his nose like he was personally overseeing a luxury lemonade launch.

“presentation matters,” he told her seriously. “people buy with their eyes first.”

“people buy because they’re thirsty,” you remarked from the porch.

satoru turned his head, giving you a slow, wounded look over the rim of his sunglasses. “and because of branding.”

your daughter nodded, suddenly serious. “y-yes… branding!”

“don’t encourage him,” you muttered.

—

the first few minutes were quiet.

a few cars rolled past. birds chirped lazily from the trees overhead. the ice inside the lemonade jug clinked softly whenever your daughter stirred it; her brows furrowed in concentration like she was guarding a priceless recipe.

not long after, a woman from a few houses down walked by with a canvas bag hanging from the crook of her elbow.

your daughter immediately straightened.

“f-fresh lemonade!” she called out, voice small but determined. “one dollar!”

the woman slowed, glancing towards the little stand.

satoru leaned down slightly, whispering, “project from your diaphragm, princess.”

your daughter inhaled deeply, squaring her tiny shoulders.“fresh lemonade! one dollar!” she repeated, louder this time.

the woman smiled, already charmed by her earnest little sales pitch. then her eyes shifted towards satoru standing beside the stand; one hand resting proudly on your daughter’s shoulder, his snowy-white hair catching the afternoon light like he had been placed there solely for advertising purposes.

you watched the woman’s expression instantly change.

“ohhh,” she cooed, smiling a little wider. “how cute.”

satoru who was completely aware of the effect he had on people, immediately flashed a dazzling smile at her. “she made it herself,” he boasted, gesturing towards the pitcher. “best lemonade in the neighborhood. and that’s coming from someone with very refined taste.”

your daughter beamed. “papa said i should add more ice because it’s hot...”

“smart business decision,” the woman said, laughing as she reached into her bag for a change.

eventually… one cup turned into two. then three, because apparently she ‘might as well bring some home for her husband.’ and as soon as she walked away, your daughter turned to satoru with wide eyes.

“papa!” she whispered. “i already made three dollars.”

satoru placed both hands on her shoulders, expression suddenly turning grave. “this is how empires begin,” he proclaimed with complete conviction. from the porch, you shook your head in amused disbelief.

not long after that, things started happening fast.

a couple of teenagers slowed down on their bikes, clearly intending to pass by until satoru picked up the sign & held it out with the confidence of a runway model selling lemonade.

“support local business!” he called out, tilting his sunglasses down just enough to look over the rim. “the owner is eight, hardworking, and extremely cute!”

“papa!” your daughter hissed, glancing quickly at the teenagers before shooting him a tiny glare. “y-you’re embarrassing me.”

“i’m just promoting you.” he corrected, completely unfazed.

“you’re making me embarrassed!”

“that’s what makes the marketing memorable.”

the teenagers laughed and ended up getting two cups.

the crowd only grew from there. an older man from across the street stopped by because he ‘saw the little stand and thought it was nice.’ not long after, two girls walking their dog bought lemonade when your daughter thoughtfully offered the dog a bowl of water too. mrs. tanaka from next door followed soon after, and somehow… her sister appeared fifteen minutes later despite living two streets away.

you narrowed your eyes from the porch as satoru poured lemonade with the focus of a professional barista.

“you seem to be enjoying this a lot,” you called out.

he looked up at you, all faux innocence. “well, i’m supporting our daughter’s dreams.”

“you literally winked at mrs. tanaka,” you pointed out, arching a brow at him.

“it’s only to attract the customers,” he clarified smoothly.

“satoru…”

“baby, i am a married man.” he placed a hand over his heart, looking genuinely offended that you’d even question his loyalty. “devoted, loyal & painfully in love with my beautiful wife.”

mrs. tanaka caught your eye & flashed you a knowing smile before arching one brow in quiet amusement.

your daughter blinked up at him. “… papa, what does devoted mean?”

“it means papa only has eyes for mama,” he explained, glancing towards you with an unbearably smug smile.

“ohhh.” she looked at you, then back at him. “but you smile at everyone, papa.”

“t-that’s called customer service.” he clarified, like the distinction should’ve been obvious.

you pressed your lips together to keep yourself from laughing.

satoru leaned over the table, lowering his voice as though he were sharing highly classified business wisdom. “lesson number one: be kind to everyone, but save your heart only for one person.”

your daughter gave a thoughtful little nod, clearly taking mental notes. “o-one person.”

“exactly.”

“like when you say mama is the prettiest woman in your eyes?”

“yes,” he answered immediately, holding up his hand for a high five. “that’s an excellent example.”

your daughter slapped her tiny palm against his before turning towards the next customer with a bright grin. “my papa says my mama is the prettiest woman!”

the customer glanced between the three of you with an entertained smile.

satoru froze.

you slowly turned your head towards him. he cleared his throat. “t-that was… private company policy.”

by the time the sun started dipping lower, your daughter’s lemonade stand had somehow become the busiest spot on the street.

the jug was sweating so much that water started pooling beneath it as sticky drops of lemonade clung to the tablecloth. by then your daughter had abandoned her shyness almost completely, and was now calling out prices with the confidence of someone who had been running a business for years. satoru stood beside her like the world’s most attractive assistant manager, sleeves rolled up, sunglasses pushed into his hair, occasionally fanning her with the cardboard poster whenever she got too warm.

“… papa,” she said, holding out a cup.

he bent down immediately as she lifted it towards his mouth. “taste test.”

satoru took a slow sip, letting the lemonade sit on his tongue before his jaw stilled around the rim of the cup.

you raised an eyebrow.

he swallowed, his brows knitting together just enough to make your daughter’s smile falter.

your daughter looked nervous. “i-is it bad?”

“… bad?” he repeated.

she nodded, twisting the hem of her tiny apron between her fingers.

satoru slowly lowered the cup, then placed a hand over his chest like he had just experienced something life-changing. “this is the greatest lemonade i have ever tasted!”

your daughter’s face broke into the brightest smile, relief and pride washing over her all at once.

you laughed softly from the porch. “you said that about the first batch too.”

“because every batch is better than the last.” he replied, lifting the cup in a small toast.

“it’s from the same pitcher,” you reminded, unable to hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

“growth mindset, baby.”

your daughter giggled, and satoru looked over at her at once; a smile slowly spreading across his face as though the sight of her beaming alone had made the entire afternoon worth it.

by the time the lemonade finally sold out, the sky had turned peachy, its edges softened by the last of the evening light. the balloons had drooped a little, the tablecloth was sticky from countless little spills, and your daughter had residue of lemonade on her fingers & somehow one side of her cheek.

but most importantly, the cash box was full.

once everything had been packed away, the three of you settled onto the porch steps. your daughter sat between you & satoru, legs swinging as she carefully counted her earnings. every coin was placed into neat little piles on the step between her feet while satoru watched with complete seriousness, like a proud manager reviewing the day’s earnings.

“one hundred fifty-one… one hundred fifty-two… one hundred fifty-three…”

“take your time,” he murmured. “good accounting matters.”

you leaned your shoulder against his, watching your daughter’s brows draw together in concentration. “i-i’m rich!” she whispered at last, staring down at the little piles with wide-eyed disbelief.

satoru nodded gleefully, giving her shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “filthy rich.”

“can we do this again tomorrow?”

you opened your mouth, but satoru beat you to it. “of course, sweetie.”

you turned to him with a look of disbelief. “h-hold on, satoru!?”

he blinked at you, all faux innocence. “… what?”

“you didn’t even ask me!” you protested, lightly shoving his arm.

“because i knew your answer would be yes.”

“you’re very confident, aren’t you?”

“i’m married to you. confidence was definitely required.” he replied, the corner of his mouth curling smugly.

you rolled your eyes at that, even as a reluctant smile slipped through.

your daughter suddenly slumped against satoru’s chest, the last of her excitement finally giving way to exhaustion. almost instinctively, he wrapped an arm around her tiny shoulders, keeping her snug against him.

“… papa,” she mumbled.

“hm?”

“do you think people bought my lemonade because it was good?”

the teasing left satoru’s expression almost at once, replaced by something that made your chest ache. he looked down at her & carefully swept a sticky strand of hair from her forehead, his touch soft in that quiet, unguarded way he seemed to reserve only for the two of you.

“people bought your lemonade because you worked hard…” he reminded her, smoothing his thumb over her side. “because you were brave enough to call out to them. and also because you smiled & made everyone feel welcome.”

your daughter considered this in silence before tilting her head. “… and also because you’re handsome?”

you nearly choked.

satoru’s mouth fell open before his entire face broke into a delighted smirk. “… w-well,” he began, making a poor attempt at humility, “i mean—”

“don’t answer that,” you cut in.

he laughed, tightening his arm around her as her giggles vibrated against his chest. “fine, fine.” he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “maybe papa’s looks did help a little.”

“a lot,” you corrected, rolling your eyes.

the teasing warmth in his expression eased when his gaze settled on you, replaced by something tender & far more intimate. it held none of the charm, theatrics, or effortless confidence he carried everywhere else.

this smile was saved only for you & for your daughter.

“we make a good team,” your daughter murmured sleepily.

satoru reached behind her and hooked an arm around your waist, drawing you closer until the three of you were pressed together shoulder to shoulder.

“the best team.”

you rested your head against his shoulder. “no more business ideas,” you told him firmly.

satoru remained quiet for exactly two seconds. before leaning closer and murmuring, “what about… cookies?”

your daughter’s eyes lit up like she’d just been handed another million-dollar business idea.

you lifted your head before giving him a deadpan stare. “… satoru.”

he tipped his head towards you, cerulean-eyes glinting with mischief as a shameless smirk pulled across his adorning features. and just like that, you knew your front yard would become a full neighborhood bakery by the next few days.

⨳ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: not proofread sorry… just thought the idea was cute & had to write it asap

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

[rinaxs]

thinking about going on a date with sukuna and getting drinks. it should be assumed that the towering man with tattoos head to toe and a mean mug will chug the beer right?

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

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

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

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

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

"i could still out drink you, woman."

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

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

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

"and another beer for you, sir?"

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

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

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

woah im back ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜ sorry i've been mia guys... these past few weeks have been so busy.... but this js randomly came to me after work i had to share!

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[pickelsx]

⋆.𐙚 ̊- yours and heianera!sukuna favourite thing to do is read

The over bearing sun isn’t out today, it’s raining. Not that you and sukuna have a care in the world what the weather is like outside, particularly when it’s just you two in the humongous library that Sukuna had built just for you.

Loud wind gusts bangs against the large, glass, windows that act as a barrier between the pair of you, and the edge of the cliff the whole house is built on.

you and sukuna lie on a comfortable couch both dressed in silky kimonos. You have been stuck in this room for an unknown amount of time, the entire duration included you reading next to each other, and the quick breaks in between so sukuna could cling to you.

No one will ever know this side of sukuna, you’re his only exception for anything. He would die for you . Even urame,his sacred servant, is banned from the sanctuary.

sukuna dropped his book long ago and you definitely know, he has now decided to spend his time admiring staring at you.

You feel all his four intense, daring red eyes gleaming down at you .

“your eyes” you break the comfortable silence.

You hear him shift closer next to you. His gruff now soft voice that only comes out to you speaks out “what human”.

“you stare” you attempt to act unbothered, however your insides are going crazy. Every time he drops his book and stares at you, you always have to read the same page 4 times because your mind is somewhere else

He lets out a scoff “ you are very humorous wife, I do not”

you know how sukuna his, especially how he refuses to admit he cares for you out loud not just secretive in his own weird ways.

“yeah, sure whatever Ryo”

Before you can blink one of his four arms his gripping your chin, and guiding your head to look at all his eyes.

“tch, don’t shrug me off like that” no bite comes off of his statement. You just hum in response and move closer to him and pick up back on your book

The feeling of his warm hands still linger on your chin.

After a few silent beats, “ read out loud, human”

you test the love Sukuna has for you “ not a please?” You know he’s shocked as there’s silent all around.

He wouldn’t defy his wife like that “ please read out loud, human” you nod your head

Before starting to read out loud you lean forward and kiss his cheek, leaving him to go red but he refuses to believe the king of curses would ever go red for a mortal.

For the rest of the day you read out loud to Sukuna, with the wind whistling in the back ground

thank you all, for the love on my most recent fic I wasn’t expecting it to do so well. 🤍

I feel like the tense is all over the place in this, but I don’t know.

thank you for 200 followers that’s amaze balls

[diaafterdark]

୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – papa!kento nanami vs dad!satoru gojo on vacation with their families ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄

includes : non jujutsu au & fem reader >_<

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papa!kento nanami who chooses a vacation spot that is peaceful and organized while being both fun for your kids and relaxing for you two.

papa!kento nanami who announces the trip and in response gets instantly tackled by a 6 year old yuuji. choso cracks a smile and mutters a small ‘thank you, papa.’

papa!kento nanami who is adamant on being on time for your flight.

“ken, it’s not even 6 am yet…” you groan from behind him, bouncing yuuji on your hip as he’s half asleep.

“you can never be too prepared, honey.” he replies, stuffing all four of your passports into a coordinated envelope.

“you know what i think this is? ridiculous.” yuuji leans his head on your shoulder and you rub his back.

“oooo.” choso tugs on his shirt and points at him.

papa!kento nanami who sits across the aisle from you three on the plane and admires the family he’s built over the years.

your oldest son gazing out the plane window and yuuji in the middle, watching a cartoon on the screen attached to the back of the seat in front of him.

papa!kento nanami who is the designated family photographer. whether it’s candids or shots you pose for, he rarely asks to be in the photos himself.

he likes to be the one capturing the moment. making sure it’s perfect, timeless, making sure when he looks back at it, everything is just right.

papa!kento nanami who eventually gets dragged into pictures by you. they usually result with you carrying yuuji, kento behind you and holding choso close to him.

papa!kento nanami who abandons his book and ends up watching you play with the boys in the shallow water. the hem of your dress soaked. choso’s nose reddened from the sun. the sand that mysteriously got all over yuuji.

papa!kento nanami who gratefully accepts the handful of shells yuuji dumps in his hands every few minutes and tucks them safely into his shirt.

when one of the shells yuuji picks up is actually a small crab, he screams so loud it catches the attention of others.

yuuji ducks behind your long, flowy skirt and watches intently as choso picks up the crab.

“yuuji, look,” choso cups it in both of his hands. you smile and card your fingers through yuuji’s hair.

“it’s fine, sweetheart.” you crouch and yuuji stands in between your knees, the material of your dress still balled up in his tiny little fists.

“papa!” choso exclaims and shoves his hands in kento’s face.

“this is what scared you, yuuji?” kento hums and yuuji nods, sniffling and wiping his nose.

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” you nuzzle his chubby cheek and kiss his temple.

“say bye, yuuji.” choso gently grins before placing it back in the sand. the crab quickly buries it’s way back underneath the waves and disappears.

“bye…” yuuji mutters.

papa!kento nanami who lets yuuji have ice cream before dinner.

papa!kento nanami who regrets it hours later when yuuji won’t go to sleep.

“papa…” kento turns at the sound of yuuji shuffling out the balcony door towards him in his little dinosaur pajamas.

“hey, buddy.” kento scoops the pink haired boy into his arms and lightly pinches his cheek. “can’t sleep?”

“no, come lay with us.” yuuji says, placing both hands on kento’s cheeks.

he looks back inside, where you and choso had dozed off on the couch, his head in your lap and a movie still playing in the background.

“okay.” kento smiles.

papa!kento nanami who would give the world to see you three happy.

dad!satoru gojo who is almost just as, if not even more excited than your children, tsumiki and megumi.

dad!satoru gojo who buys the three of you individual outfits and accessories to wear to tokyo disneyland based on your favorite disney characters.

dad!satoru gojo who dramatically tears up at the sight of little megumi with brown bear ears inspired by koda from brother bear.

dad!satoru gojo who smothers tsumiki in kisses when he sees her dressed up as cinderella in a baby blue dress and light blue mickey ears.

dad!satoru gojo who insists you two have to match and it has to be something that makes people turn heads.

“toru, no.” you glare at him, folding your arms over your chest.

“what???” satoru exclaims. “no, baby, please,” he wraps his arms around you and drags you towards him.

“i’m not carrying a lizard around the park.” you turn away from him and he rests his chin on top of your head.

“pascal is a chameleon!”

dad!satoru gojo who buys you mickey ears of decorated like princess rapunzel and buys himself flynn rider ears.

dad!satoru gojo who buys mickey shaped ice cream sandwich bars before lunch and earns a sharp glare from you.

“open wide.” satoru taps the cold treat on your lips and watches with a wide smile as you slowly part your lips.

“mommy, mommy!” tsumiki tugs on your hand and bounces on her heels. you look to where she’s pointing to see numerous disney characters walking around and waving.

“mickey! and minnie!” the little girl giggles, practically dragging the rest of you over to them.

“and look, gumi, the balloons!” megumi gazes up and his small hands wrapped around satoru’s slender fingers barely tighten.

dad!satoru gojo who places tsumiki on his shoulders, carries megumi on his hip, and holds your hand with his free one during the afternoon parade.

tsumiki screams in enthusiasm every time a character waves at her, and megumi softly smiles when a character points in his direction.

dad!satoru gojo who on the second day of the park coordinates an entire outfit for the family. you as princess ariel, him as eric, megumi as sebastian the crab and tsumiki as flounder the fish.

dad!satoru gojo who gets ridiculously jealous over an actor doing their job.

you four are eating dinner before the fireworks show in front of cinderella castle. megumi is quietly eating and swinging his feet above the ground while tsumiki’s minnie plushie she chose earlier rests in her lap.

tsumiki suddenly gasps and tugs on satoru’s sleeve. “dad, aladdin!” she smiles as the actor approaches your table.

“hey, little guy.” the aladdin actor kneels in between megumi’s and tsumiki’s chairs and grins at him.

“hi.” megumi mutters through his food and taps his spoon on his plate.

“are you two enjoying the park?” aladdin says, looking between the children.

“yes!” tsumiki practically vibrates in her seat.

“hmm, have you heard about what’s happening tonight?” aladdin hums and looks at you and satoru before going back to entertaining the two kids.

“what?” megumi asks, suddenly more interested in aladdin than his food.

“genie’s giving three wishes to any children in the park tonight,” aladdin mock whispers. “but only to those who are good for their parents.”

“i think they’ve been pretty good, right, megs?” satoru hums, ruffling his black hair that was already messy from the wind after riding the spinning teacups three times in a row.

“what’s one wish you’d make?” aladdin turns to tsumiki who immediately looks to you.

“i want… my mommy to..” she pauses to think and your smile widens at the idea of her immediately thinking of you.

“i want my mommy to go on a magic carpet ride with me.” tsumiki says.

aladdin turns to you and takes your hand. “really? would your mother like that?”

“that sounds like a good idea.” you catch satoru glaring at you two in your peripheral vision and try not to burst out in laughter.

“let’s see… you’re dressed as ariel, aren’t you?”

“and i’m eric. the one ariel is married to.” satoru grumbles.

“do you prefer being in the sky or underwater?” aladdin asks and you shrug.

“well, i am afraid of heights.”

“mommy held my hand really tight on the plane!” tsumiki announces and a light pink tint glazes over your cheeks in slight embarrassment.

“well, that’s fair,” aladdin then stands up and puts his hand’s on the back of megumi’s chair. “jasmine was a little scared the first time i took her flying.”

“now she loves it, right?” megumi asks, peering up at the actor.

“she does, little man.” aladdin flashes the children a toothy grin before walking off to the next table.

“i don’t think the characters are supposed to interact with guests that long.” satoru huffs and you reach over the table to grab his fingers.

“you’re a real big baby, you know?” you smile.

“but mommy, you almost cried on the plane.” megumi looks up at you and earns a nudge from satoru.

dad!satoru gojo who then sticks his tongue out at you like the big baby he is.

━✧˖° ʚ🌠ɞ ✧･ﾟ : *✧ ･ﾟ: *. ・ ･ﾟ: ೃ࿔ *:･ *·˚ ᝰ̟۟

a/n : i think i’m going through baby fever right now </3 i’ve written two works back to back about married life w/ kids

[palomakiss]

⤷ ゛your husband nanami kento tries your breast milk ˎˊ˗ fluff into smut, fem!reader, husband!nanami ♡

wc. 641

ever since you gave nanami a baby girl, he'd changed. more attentive. more gentle. he handled late-night feedings, changed diapers without complaint, and constantly made sure you had everything you needed.

but lately, there was always something else in his eyes whenever he watched you.

one evening, you sat in the living room nursing your daughter when nanami quietly wandered in from the kitchen. he stopped beside the couch, gaze lingering on the peaceful sight of your baby feeding in your arms.

his throat tightened.

he wasn't sure when the curiosity had started, but lately he'd found himself wondering...

what does breast milk taste like?

the thought made his ears burn.

"ken?" you asked softly. "something wrong?"

he blinked. "i'm alright, darling. just thinking."

once your daughter finished and drifted off, the two of you tucked her into bed together. nanami smiled as he pulled the blanket over her tiny shoulders before quietly following you back to the living room.

"you've been quiet tonight," you teased.

"sorry love," he said, then quickly changed the subject.

the conversation faded in a couple minutes, and after dozing off together for a while, you shifted uncomfortably. your blouse was damp where milk had leaked through.

"you feeling alright?" nanami asked, noticing your squirming

"i'm just really full," you sighed, instinctively cradling your breast. "i should probably pump."

as you stood, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"don't," he said quietly, "i…"

he seemed to be wrestling with something internally, brow furrowed slightly. you sat there, suprised by his sudden interruption. "ken? baby, i really need to pump."

"…would it help if…" he trails off, regretting starting the sentence.

"help if what?"

"…if i helped instead of the pump."

you blinked, certain you heard him wrong "what?"

his ears were noticeably red now, the flush creeping down his neck. he looked away, jaw tightening.

"…relive the pressure," he clarified, his voice strained. "instead of pumping."

a startled laugh bubbled up from your chest, completely breaking the heavy tension. you couldn't help it—the sight of your usually composed husband flustered was a rare right.

"oh kento!" you giggled, pressing a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound so you won't wake your baby. "you could have just said you wanted to try some, y'know."

"i didn't know how to ask..." nanami managed to say, watching you laugh. he was feeling like an idiot but also strangely warmed by your reaction.

"so, do you want it in a cup, or straight from the source?" you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly.

"a cup. please."

"thought so."

you disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a small glass of freshly pumped milk. sliding it toward him, you watched his fingers wrap around the warm glass.

he stared at it for a long moment before finally taking a cautious sip.

his eyebrows lifted.

"...it's actually really good."

you laughed.

"it's sweet, like vanilla," he admitted, sounding genuinely surprised.

"i know."

he took another small sip before looking back at you, still slightly pink.

"i didn't expect that."

leaning your chin into your hand, you smiled.

"want more?"

safe to say that he liked it, so of course the next time you two had sex (after the baby was settled at his parents for the night) he didn't hesitate.

pinning you to the mattress, he immediately lowered his head to your chest, warm mouth closing over your nipple.

"oh— ken" you gasped as he sucked eagerly.

"mmph—" he pulled back, his mouth shining wetly with your milk. his pupils were dilated, his gaze intense.

"another one," he panted, nipping at your neck possessively. "i want another baby. so you'll always be full of milk for me to drink."

soon enough his wish was fulfilled because two months later, there were two lines on your pregnancy test. (yes, with twins this time)

a/n: next time it'll be in reverse WHO SAID THAT. i did so much research for this fic only for me to delete all the detailed parts because i didnt want to bore anyone 💔

likes and reblogs appreciated 🥰

[madamechrissy]

mdni - your boyfriend Sugu sharing you with Toru <3

You were grinding on your boyfriend Suguru's cock on the couch, sleepy with little whines, having half fallen asleep in his lap during the movie you all had on.

"Mnh, Sugu..." you were gasping out. Too sleepy to realize your roomie and best friend Satoru was right there, blushing.

Oh, Suguru knows- he just didn't care, not when you feel that good. He already knows Satoru wants you, he'd walked by him as he jerked his cock mumbling your name.

You feel too good grinding on him not to grip your ass, moaning in your ear -

"Princess, Toru is right there," you had bit your lip, pretty, fucked out eyes looking right at Satoru Gojo, who was blushing in the dark, the TV light casting shadows on his face.

"Toru," you mumble, rolling your hips again, lashes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry, feels s'good and..."

"It's okay... " he mumbles, his cock leaking sticky precum against his boxers, as he hears the rustle of clothing, the sound of Suguru’s cock rutting your panty-clad pussy, the slight motion of his hips.

Satoru almost cums just from hearing your sleepy little whine, you can see his cock straining underneath his pajama pants, making his gut clench up.

Fuck he wants to feel you - any of you - the amount of times Satoru has listened to you both fuck is obscene.

"Oh," You blush, leaning to whisper in Suguru’s ear. "He is um...he's so..."

"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty little thing right here," Sugruru tugs your top down as his breath ghosts your skin, showing one of your cute nipples right for Satoru to see, who bites down on his plump lower lip. "Look at her, isn't she pretty?"

"Very pretty," Satoru's words are strained, adjusting his cock to see your lips part, your eyes darting to that bulge.

"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty tits right for him to see," Sugruru sighs, leaning back and tugging your panties aside, eyeing your slick, messy cunt. "Do you like him here, princess? Watching?"

You do - but you're sleepy, embarrassed, so wet and horny it's painful. "Toru do you... does it..."

"I uh.. " he sighs, running a hand over his cock and wincing at how bad it's straining. "I can go take care of this. Or..."

"Or I could?" You peek at Suguru, who had you lifted, his fat cock nudging your slick hole, that piercing catching your twitchy clit. "Mnh! Sugu..."

"You wanna make Toru feel better?"

You nod, blushing then.

"He did have a bad break up."

"Toru!" You pout. "You didn't tell me..."

"Yeah," as if Satoru wasn't picturing you arched in front of him when he hit it from the back. You look all sweet, all concerned, before Suguru glides right in your cunt, and your eyes roll back in your skull, stretching you out without any play you're so wet.

"S-Sugu! Ah!"

Satoru tugs out his cock, thick and veiny, watching that mess of slick drool down his best friend as h e leans back. Satoru can't help but whine out as he stares at you, riding his best friend's cock, his own hand tentatively brushing your cheek, leaning close as his friend pummels your cervix.

"So pretty," he whispers, feeling your blush heat your skin, you lean close, your eyes all sleepy as Satoru strokes his own cock.

"Can I taste you?" He almost cums from that damn question.

"Yes! I mean... yeah..." He eagerly swipes some of his precum, slipping it between your lips as Suguru bottoms out. You suck Satoru's milky cum off his thumb while you whine out, cheeks hollowed.

"Wanna suck his cock, Princess?" Suguru asks, it's hard to speak looking at you like this, when you turn back and he sees his friend's cum on your lips, he can't help but flick his tongue against them, tasting it and moaning, his cock pulsing inside.

"Yes... please..." You cry out when Suguru pulls out with a mess falling, laughing at just how wet you are.

"Then get on your knees for us."

You eagerly obey, knees sinking into the cushions of the couch, mouth open and eager to take Satoru's pink tip, you feel his hands grip your hair tight, hear his gasp. "Oh f-fuck... your mouth is s'good, sweetheart..."

"Isn't it?" Suguru asks, lining his tip back up and filling you, all while you look up at Toru whose glasses are fogging with his breaths, his hands trembling just a bit when they pull too hard, making you whine around his cock, pretty tip soft like velvet on your little tongue.

"M'sorry... too rough I..."

"She loves it," Suguru murmurs, gripping your waist to drag you down his cock, his balls smacking your neglected clit, shoving Satoru's cock so deep you choke around it. "Don't you, baby?"

"Mmm," you pull back with a messy pop, lips coated in spit. "I do."

Satoru thinks he's in love with his best friend's girl once she makes his goddamn cock dissappear - all eight inches, too, nose nestled against the little light smattering of white hair. You're drooling down his heavy balls, tight and ready to pump you full - as him and his best friend take turns fucking your holes, using your body between them faster and faster.

Satoru doesn't make it long, he pulls back and sucks in a breath, but the way your throat is reflexively pulsing while Suguru pounds your messy cunt is too fucking good.

"S-sweetheart... m'close...." He goes to pull back when you grip his thigh, nails pressing into the bare muscle where his pants are shoved down, looking all lovingly and pretty up at him.

"She loves swallowing," Suguru says, all proud of you clearly, his cock slamming inside so deep it kisses your cute lil cervix. His long hair falls against your skin as he hovers over you, fingertips trailing down your spine, while Satoru's whimpering. "Go ahead and show him how good you take it. You're such a good girl like this, isn't she?"

"She i-is," Satoru tries to pull back, worried about hurting your throat with the flood of cum about to pour from his pink tip, but you suck harder, lips wrapping so goddamn pretty, he moans your name, head falling forward, gripping your hair till he's pulling at the strands.

You do love to swallow, and Satoru is salty but somehow there's a little sweetness, it coats your mouth as you gulp, shattering around Suguru's length that's curving just write, piercing dragging on your sweet spot just so, till you're a gushing little mess between them.

Suguru's following Satoru, pumping your cunt so damn full it's already trying to spill out with it, white coating your spread wide lips. He leans back to watch, groaning as he slowly fucks it back into you, and Satoru eases out, cupping your face and damn near collapsing on the couch.

"Feel better about the breakup?" You whisper, he moans and gives you a little nod, leaning down as Suguru pulls you up to your knees, wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing up your neck.

"Much better," Satoru leans forward and kisses himself off you, blushing. "S'that okay?"

"I just swallowed your cum, you can kiss me," Suguru snorts, but you find it adorable when he kisses you again and again, moaning as Suguru's release pours down your inner thighs, and Satoru's fingers slide down, shoving it back on. He's filthy with it as he licks his own cum off your tongue, and Suguru's lips are just a breath away from Gojo's.

"Could we share her, Sugu? Pretty please?"

"We just did-"

"No like... be my girlfriend too?" He's all pouty and cute, but Suguru scowls, tugging you back, just for Satoru to finger more cum in your sore cunt, his cock already throbbing and hard again. "I said please!"

"No!?"

"You never shared when we were kids, you're selfish!"

They bicker as they fuck you again, until you're so full of both their cum in all three holes that you give up and go to sleep.

*****

we already know when I'm horny I write satosugu filth lol

[madamechrissy]

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[motelmagnolia]

you have to do that yuji x sukunas wife reincarnation thing it has been haunting my mind since you posted it

also oh my gosh congrats on 500! im so happy for you!

⤷ ゛REINCARNATION ˎˊ˗

Yuji noticed the pattern before he understood it.

At first it was just a subtle thing—very easy to miss if you weren't sharing your body with the most infamous sorcerer in Jujutsu history. But a strange heaviness would settle in his chest like something old had woken up and didn't know where it was.

And scariest of all—Sukuna would go quiet.

Not the smug, waiting-to-pounce silence. This was waaaay too different. This was the kind of silence that pressed against Yuji's ribs from the inside, curling inward and dragging blocked memories that most certainly weren't his through his bloodstream.

And it always happened when you were near.

You'd sit beside Nobara during lectures, whispering silly comments you probably thought no one would hear. You'd spar with Maki and get knocked flat on your back, laughing breathlessly as you complained about how she was just too strong. You'd offer Yuji snacks after he'd trained and Sukuna–

Well, Sukuna did nothing, for once. He just watched.

The first time Yuji confronted him about it, he was running laps around the training field, lungs burning.

"What's your problem?" Yuji demanded internally.

Sukuna didn't respond, and Yuji can only imagine he was sat all huffy like a baby.

"Seriously," He dragged on as he slowed to a jog, "You've been creeping me out man, say something."

Finally, Sukuna's voice echoed around his mind, voice low and restrained, "Why do you let her walk so close to you?"

Yuji nearly tripped, "Huh? Who?"

"That girl," He muttered, "The one taken in by that damned Gojo. She shouldn't be near someone like me."

Yuji stopped moving entirely, "Seriously? I thought you like– loved eating women?"

Silence.

He waited for anything in response but all that came yet again was that dull ache pressing against his sternum.

"You're seriously bumming me out," Yuji huffed, "Knock it off."

Is he pushing his limits? A bit—but he's experimenting, thank you very much. He's honestly surprised hes even alive at this point. Why the hell is Sukuna letting him speak to him like just one of his friends? Even that was bugging him, and usually it annoyed him to no end.

At least he probably won't go on a killing spree anytime soon?

By the end of the month Yuji was losing his mind.

He was sprawled on the dorm rooftop beside Megumi, staring at the clouds like they personally offended him.

"I'm not saying I actually will," Yuji defended himself, "But sometimes when I'm high up I look down and think 'wow, that would solve so many problems'."

The boy next to him didn't even look up from feeding Divine Dog, "You're not funny."

"I'm not trying to be!" Yuji protested, "I just– he's so annoying right now! I preferred when he bullied me all the time."

Megumi finally sighed, "Is it because of her, still?"

"Yeah! It's so annoying. I love– I love spending time with her but I can't even enjoy it because this guy is just so moody."

Megumi frowned slightly as he lifted his head, "Does it only happen around her?"

"Yes!" Yuji shot upright, hands supporting his weight, "Literally no one else!"

Megumi stared at him for a moment, eyes sharp, "You should tell Gojo."

Yuji groaned at his advice, flopping back down, "I'd rather actually jump."

Gojo found out anyways, of course.

Yuji should have known something was wrong when his teacher actually showed up to training on time.

"Soooo," Gojo hummed, hands clasped behind his back as he rocked back and forth on his heels, "You've been having a rough few weeks, huh?"

Yuji froze mid warm-up, head lifting slowly, "What do you mean..."

"Oh, you know. Mood swings, existential dread whenever you're around a certain disciple of mine."

Yuji practically jumped to his feet, "You knew?!"

"I suspected," Gojo corrected, "But now I'm sure."

Yuji clenched his fists, "Do you know why?!"

Gojo leaned down slightly, practically chest-to-chest to the boy, "She's a reincarnation," He whispered dramatically.

"Of...?"

Gojo smiles softened just a fraction, "Sukuna's wife."

Inside Yuji's mind, Sukuna was huffing and puffing in a way that reminded him of a toddler being told they actually can't shove a whole cupcake into their mouth.

"You're kidding," Yuji whispered back, "You're being mean again."

"Nope. And before you ask—she doesn't know. Only toi, moi, and Sukuna."

Yuji laughed weakly, "So you're telling me I'm being emotionally hijacked by a grieving, ancient widow."

"I am not a widow. She's alive. I know it," Sukuna snapped in his mind before falling silent again.

Gojo glanced at Yuji and hummed, "She doesn't remember anything about him. She's just...who she is now."

Yuji turned slowly toward the other end of the where you were laughing with Nobara, completely unaware that your meer existence was unravelling the King of Curses from the inside out.

Inside, something in his chest twisted painfully, "You could have warned me."

Gojo grinned, "But its fuunnnn."

After that, Yuji managed to control his emotions a bit better—well, he was still sad all the time, but he wouldn't let Sukuna get in the way anymore.

It still annoyed him how whenever you smiled at him, Sukuna ached. Every time you leaned too close, Sukuna physically made him recoil like touching you would kill him.

Sometimes, Yuji wakes up to his thoughts running wild with a figure just like you—but older, more mature and adorned in traditional robes. He wasn't sure if his chest feeling heavy and the grief sitting heavy in his throat and eyes was Sukuna or him feeling bad.

"You miss her," Yuji said quietly one night into the cold air around him.

"I miss what I begrudgingly left behind."

Yuji clenched his jaw, "She's not your wife. She's her own person."

"I know."

That answer actually surprised him.

One evening, after a mission, Yuji sat on the dorm steps while you talked animatedly about something trivial.

Sukuna watched through Yuji's eyes, silent as he managed to take you in properly for the first time.

The damn kid was right—you're not her. Your features were softer, your voice squeakier, and as much as you share every quality possibly imaginable to his wife even down to the cursed technique you adorned—you weren't her. You were far too different.

But you would end up looking like her someday.

"Don't ever let me hurt her."

Yuji exhaled slowly as you continue rambling on about some movie coming out in June, his smile matching the one currently plastered onto your face.

"Awh, you've gone all soft."

"Be careful with your words."

"I'm sorry please don't kill me."

a/n : omg im writing again yay !! new layout also ty for all the asks guys its so motivating ty chat !!

@ane5e (you asked to be tagged if anyone wrote this so i thought i would sorry if you don't want to be !!)

[mrsblaileen]

I’m thinking about nanami who has a not so secret crush professional interest in gojo’s wife (fem!reader). nsfw 18+ drabble. mlist

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On Nanami’s birthday he enjoys the celebration and praise from everyone, but there’s one little thing nagging at the back of his mind through all the cakes and badly wrapped tie pins. He doesn’t say anything, but your presence is pointedly missing, and that tiny fact is enough to dampen his spirits despite the jovial atmosphere. He’s a little grumpy by the end of the day as a result, more so by the way Gojo seems to be hell bent on clinging to him. After one too maybe bear hugs he finally makes a remark, a snide little comment about how he much prefers Gojo’s “other half”. Gojo just grins that same shit-eating grin as usual, but his grip on Nanami’s shoulder is tight when he chirps in reply “let’s go see her then, right now!”.

Nanami barely has the chance to open his mouth before he’s engulfed in a sizzle of energy. Gojo’s hand still firmly clasped over his shoulder, he finds himself standing in an unfamiliar bedroom, and when his vision finally focuses he chokes at the sight that greets him. It’s you, blindfolded, splayed over crisp white sheets and wrapped up like a gift. Each bare limb is glittering, bound expertly in an intricate banding of yellow ribbon - his favourite colour. He hadn’t had a favourite colour before, not until he’d seen you waltz in one morning donning a yellow sundress, looking like a beam of sunlight personified. He sees you in the daisies that pepper the footpath, the warmth of a summer day, the sand beneath his feet on the beachside, and now in the restraints lacing each of your oiled limbs like a bow atop a gift he’s been pining after for years - and it’s all just too much.

He’s speechless, unable to even lift a finger to argue when Gojo guides him into a chair directly across from where you’re perched on the bed, giving him a stellar view of just how far gone you already are. Nanami is dizzy, tenfold when his eyes roam down and he notices the little red light blinking between your spread thighs, tucked beneath a pair of pale blue panties already soaked through and glistening a little with the vibration.

Gojo’s smile has settled into a sharp line, and his voice is low and cutting when he leans down to purr into Nanami’s ear, his hands massaging either tense shoulder. “You wanted to fuck my wife, right? Well take it all in Nanamin, this is the closest you’re ever gonna get.”

[sukuhands]

Sukuna’s Prince Albert keeping you hostage

MDNI (18+) frat!Kuna x f!Reader

The thing about Sukuna's Prince Albert piercing was that it looked fucking cool, felt incredible, and—as you were currently discovering—could apparently stage a hostile takeover of your sex life.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he groaned, not in the same good way he'd been groaning approximately thirty seconds ago.

"What?" You looked up at him, still flushed and breathless, your hair a mess across his pillow. "What's wrong?"

"Don't move." Sukuna's voice came out sharp. He was buried deep inside you, one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, and you could feel exactly where the problem was—something wasn't right. The curved barbell of his piercing had somehow—horrifyingly—caught on something inside. "I'm serious. Don't fucking move."

"Sukuna, what—"

"My piercing's stuck." He bit the words out, jaw clenched tight. You watched sweat break out across his forehead, his crimson eyes shifting in a panic from where you were connected to your face.

There was a beat of silence while your brain processed his words.

"What do you mean stuck?"

"What you think I mean? It's caught, hooked, my dick is stuck." He tried to pull back experimentally, just a fraction of an inch, and you both gasped. You from the sharp, strange tug inside you, him from what looked like an unwanted jolt of pleasure that made his eyes squeeze shut. "Fuck—okay, not good."

Oh god. Oh god. This was not how this was supposed to go. Twenty minutes ago, he'd been all cocky grins and smooth moves. You'd been into it, he'd been into it, and the piercing had been doing exactly what it was supposed to do—making your eyes roll back and your nails dig into his shoulders from the drag of it against your walls.

Now? Now he was stuck inside you like some kind of depraved Chinese finger trap.

"Okay, okay." You tried to stay calm. "Can you just... pull out slowly?"

"What an idea!" Sukuna snapped, frustration bleeding into his voice with clear sarcasm. "It's hooked on something, your cervix, or—I don't fucking know the anatomy here—"

"Oh my god." You dropped your head back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. This could not be happening.

And the worst part—the absolute worst part—was that despite the panic written all over his face, you could feel him still rock-hard inside you. Every little bit of friction, every breath that shifted you both even slightly made the metal of his piercing press against your inner walls in a steady, subtle beat. He twitched inside of you, his dick clearly enjoying itself despite the crisis.

"What if we—" You shifted your hips experimentally, trying to find an angle that might help.

"I said don't shit—" The movement made him throb inside you, the piercing tugging in a way that sent a confusing jolt of pleasure-pain through you. His breath hitched, his expression twisting between panic and unwanted pleasure. "Jesus Christ."

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly. "Okay, new plan. What if you angle to the left?"

Sukuna's laugh came out bitter and sharp. "Oh sure, let me just—" He tried anyway, you could see him concentrating, feel him attempting to shift. But angling left just made the barbell catch on a different spot, the drag of metal against your inner walls made you gasp and clench around him involuntarily.

His whole body jerked, a groan tearing from his throat that sounded equal parts frustrated and aroused. You felt him pulse inside you, his cock apparently living in a completely different reality than his brain—one where being trapped inside you was the best thing that had ever happened to it.

"This is fucking ridiculous," he gritted out, and you could hear him losing his composure with every word. "This is—this shouldn't even be physically possible."

"Can you reach your phone?" you asked desperately. "Maybe we should—"

"And call who exactly?" Sukuna's voice went up half an octave. "Campus health services? 'Hi, yeah, my dick has taken a hostage, send help?'” He was holding his hand to his ear as if on the phone, “The guys would never let me live this down, they'd put it on my fucking tombstone."

You stared up at him, and despite everything, you couldn't help but notice the disconnect. His face was full of panic and frustration, his words getting sharper and more frantic, but his body? His body was still very much enjoying this. You could feel every twitch, every involuntary throb.

"Are you—" You hesitated. "Are you seriously still hard?"

"Think I don’t know?" Sukuna's face flushed darker. "That's not—my dick doesn't have thoughts, okay? It doesn't understand we're in a crisis—"

"There has to be something we can—" You tried to shift again, rolling your hips slightly.

"Stop moving!" But it was too late. The movement created a slow, torturous slide that hit nerve endings you didn't even know you had. His hips jerked forward, driving him deeper, and the sound he made was absolutely wrecked. "Fuuck—fuck—"

You stopped in your tracks, looking mortified, "Did I hurt you?" you asked, concerned despite everything.

"No," he bit out, he sounded almost angry about it. "No, it didn't hurt— just stop moving holy shit."

You stared at each other, and you watched realization dawn on his face with something like horror, the inevitable being to call for help.

"We are not doing that," Sukuna said firmly, even as you felt his cock twitch eagerly inside you, completely betraying his words. "We need to stay calm and figure out how to—oh fuck—" He'd shifted his weight without thinking, trying to get a better angle to assess the situation, the movement of dragging him in and out subtly, but just enough to get that friction his cock so desperately needed.

You watched his eyes go wide, then glaze over slightly at the edges, his jaw clenching so hard to keep a moan from coming out.

"Okay, okay," he panted, you could hear the desperation now. "I'm gonna try to twist—"

"No! No twisting!" The thought alone made you panic, the last attempt replaying in your head still.

"Then what the fuck do you suggest?" He was trying so hard to stay still, but every breath moved you both, every heartbeat pulsed through where you were joined at. "Because I'm kind of running out of options here and it's not cooperating—"

You shifted beneath him without meaning to, trying to get more comfortable somehow, but the movement rippled through your body in a wave that squeezed him which is something you definitely weren't trying to.

"Fuck—stop—" His voice cracked on the word. "Don't—" He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. "Don't move and don’t fucking clench like that."

"I'm not trying to!" But your body did it again anyway, completely involuntary, you could see the little control Sukuna had left crumble. His arms were shaking now, whether from holding himself up or from fighting his own body's response, you couldn't tell.

"This is—I can't—" He tried to pull back again, movements getting jerky and desperate, but the piercing held fast and you felt the friction, too much, too good. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing, and you could feel him getting close despite—or maybe because of—how utterly mortifying this was. "No, no, no—"

"Sukuna?" Your voice came out uncertain, almost dumbfounded by his audacity. "Are you seriously about to—"

"You keep moving," he choked out, he sounded genuinely distressed, frustrated beyond belief. "I'm trying not to—I can't stop it—fuck, I can't—"

You felt the moment his orgasm hit him, his whole body going rigid as he spilled inside you, still trapped, still absolutely losing his mind over it. He buried his face in your neck with something between a groan and a growl of pure frustration, and you felt him pulse inside you as he came harder than he probably ever wanted to in this situation, his hips rocking just the barest to ride off his orgasm.

He stayed there for a bit even after bring done, forehead pressed to your shoulder, breathing hard. You could practically feel the mortification radiating off him. Man were you happy to be on the pill right about now.

"You really—"

"Yes." His voice was muffled against your skin. "I fucking did. You happy?"

There was a pause while you processed this, still slightly stunned that his body had just completely overridden his brain. You were still laying there, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

"Maybe you're... unstuck now?"

Sukuna looked back up at you, then he carefully, slowly, tried to pull back. The piercing released easily, like it had never been caught at all, there’s no way you were both gaslit by a shitty piercing for the last couple of minutes.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said to the universe at large, the sheer exasperation in his voice made you lose it.

You started laughing first—a slightly hysterical giggle that built into full-body laughter. After a long pause of him just staring at you, Sukuna joined in, because what else could either of you do in this type of situation?

"I'm taking this fucking thing out," he muttered, flopping onto his back beside you. "right now actually, stupid piece of garbage." He was already going at it, fiddling with the ball he just couldn’t seem get a hold of.

You grinned at him, sitting up to catch a better view of Sukuna and his struggle. "Most interesting hookup I've had this semester." You mocked, clearly searching for a reaction from him.

Sukuna looked at you and rolled his eyes with a groan and pulled a pillow over his face.

A sharp knock came at the door.

"Sukuna! Yo, you coming to the party or what?" Gojo's voice rang out from the hallway, annoyingly cheerful. "We've got beer and—"

"Fuck off," Sukuna called back, not moving from under the pillow.

"Come on, man. You've been MIA all night. The guys are asking—"

"I said fuck off, Satoru."

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh as you watched Sukuna's irritation spike. He was still half-tangled in the sheets, his hair a mess, and now he had to deal with this idiot.

"Dude, seriously?" Gojo's voice came through the door again, completely unbothered by the hostility, used to it actually. "At least tell me you're doing something fun. Please tell me you're not just jerking off in there alone—"

"Satoru."

There was a pause, “ooh you got a lady in there don’t you?" You could imagine him wiggling his eyebrows, he loved teasing the guy.

Sukuna's eye twitched visibly.

"Oh my god, look at you, getting it in!" Gojo's voice was dripping in mockery. "That's what I'm talking about! Good boy—"

"You fucking twat—"

"Ay woah, I'm leaving! My bad, my bad. You keep doing your thing king!" Footsteps retreated down the hallway, followed by Gojo's distant laugh and what sounded like him telling the other guys that Sukuna was "a little busy”.

Sukuna groaned, a sound of pure suffering, and pulled the pillow tighter over his face in an attempt to suffocate himself.

You couldn't help it, you started laughing again at how badly life was treating him right about now.

After a moment of self pity, Sukuna sat up, brows forrowed with determination. He worked at the piercing with renewed focus, muttering a few curses under his breath. You watched as he finally—finally—managed to angle it just right, and with a sharp intake of breath, he got it free.

He sat there for a second, breathing hard, looking victorious with his canines showing through his grin despite the humiliation.

Then he turned to you, crimson eyes dark as he crawled back over you. "Alright," he said, his voice low with a low growl accentuating the end of the word. "Let me fuck you properly now."

here’s a quick little one I worked on a little bit ago while i finish the Nanami one shot I’ve got brewing<3

©️sukuhands for the scenario

[kaliraees]

𝒮atoru begging for a little cockwarming, claiming it’s the only thing that'll help him drift off to sleep…

1.2k words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. byf!toru ( +18 )

Satoru tossed and turned for the fifteenth time in ten minutes. The mattress groaned under him, and honestly, so did you.

"If you don't anchor your ass down in the next two seconds, I’m sleeping on the couch," you muttered into your pillow, your voice thick with sleep and irritated as hell. Your acrylics clicked against your phone screen as you checked the time. 3:42 AM. Fantastic.

Satoru flopped onto his back, sighing like he’d just run a marathon instead of just lying in a climate-controlled room. He rolled over, propping his chin on your shoulder, his hair poking you right in the cheek.

"I can't sleep, babe. It’s a medical emergency at this point," he whined, his voice doing that annoying, high-pitched drag he used whenever he wanted something. "My brain is literally frying. You gotta help me out."

"Go count sheep or something, Satoru. Or better yet, go do some push-ups in the living room till you pass out." You shoved his face away, but he just slid right back, wrapping a heavy arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

"Sheep are boring. Plus, I have a way better solution," he said, a slow, cocky grin spreading across his face even in the dark. He gave your hip a suggestive nudge, flipping effortlessly onto his back and dragging you right along with him until you were sprawled over his chest. "Come on. Just a quick cockwarm. Just climb up and park it so I can drift off. You don't even have to do any work. Just lay on me and look pretty."

You let out a long, exhausted groan, staring down at his stupidly handsome face. "Are you for real right now? It is almost four in the morning and you’re tryna use me like a heated blanket?"

"I mean, you are warm," he teased, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you up his torso. "And you love me. And I’ll literally buy you those shoes you were barking at on Instagram earlier. The ugly ones with the spikes."

"They are not ugly, they're archive fashion, you uncultured brain," you snapped, though your defense lacked any real venom because, honestly, the shoes were expensive. You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Fine. Whatever. But if you start doing too much and wake me up completely, I’m biting you."

"Deal. You’re the best, seriously, a literal angel," Satoru cheered, already shifting beneath you and tugging his sweatpants down with zero shame.

He didn't waste any time. His hands stayed firmly on your hips, helping you lift yourself just enough to line things up before his fingers hooked into the fabric of your panties, pushing the lace firmly to the side so he could slide smoothly inside you. The sudden fullness made you catch your breath for a second, your hands coming down to rest on his broad chest for balance. You slumped forward, letting your forehead rest right against his shoulder.

"Uuugh, fuck," Satoru muttered, his arms immediately wrapping around your back, locking you against him. He let out a long, shaky breath, all that restless energy he’d been carrying for the last hour suddenly evaporating the second you completely enclosed him. He didn't move, didn't try to lift his hips, he just stayed perfectly still, letting out a deep, contented sigh that vibrated right through your chest. "See? Perfect. I'm already curing my insomnia."

"Mmm.. wrap it up," you mumbled, adjusting your legs so you were comfortably straddling his thighs, completely deadweight on top of him. Your nails lightly scratched at the skin of his chest, mostly just out of habit to keep him settled. "If you start twitching or doing that weird leg-shake thing you do when you dream, I’m getting off."

"I don't twitch," he mumbled, his voice already dropping an octave, thick with growing drowsiness. He tightened his hold around your waist, burying his face in your hair, his breathing already starting to slow down. One of his hands moved in a lazy, comforting circle on your lower back. "You're soft."

"I know that," you replied, closing your eyes and finally feeling the pull of sleep yourself now that he was anchored and quiet. "Don't forget the shoes."

"Mmm. Spiky shoes. Got it," he slurred.

Within five minutes, his breathing completely evened out, turning into heavy, rhythmic thuds beneath you. He was completely dead to the world, holding you secure against him while he snored softly into your neck. You gave a small, half-annoyed huff, melting completely into his chest, and finally fell asleep with his cock buried inside you.

᭡ kali’s notes ⸻ I’ve been thinking about writing about cockwarming for a while now… I’m just experimenting tbh guys, but yeah hope y’all enjoyed it ?? mwahh !

© kɑlirɑees 2026. ɑll works belong to me. do not trɑnslɑte, edit, repost, copy, or feed into generɑtive ɑi.

[liakisses]

satoru can't stay away from his soulmate! 𓍢ִ໋❀˚⋆

mdni ❀ smut

wc 2738

“You really can’t do anything about it?” You asked hopefully, sitting at the edge of the examination table in the school’s clinic. 

Shoko exhaled before glancing at your white haired counterpart, arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the wall. 

She turned back to you and shook her head. 

“Cases of bonds this strong are so rare, there’s hardly any research on it,” she explained, tired from hours of digging through books and websites.  

Ever since the two of you broke up, you and Satoru have been having some unique problems. 

Specifically, you haven’t been able to stay away from each other. 

Whether it was because you had a stronger soulmate bond than most couples or because you were both jujutsu sorcerers, you had no idea. 

You were just getting annoyed of running into him every couple of minutes. 

You couldn’t really blame him, even if it was mostly him who ended up finding you. Being naturally drawn to each other was just what came with a soulmate bond this strong.

Besides, you more often than not found yourself subconsciously going to see him before your brain could catch up to your feet. 

It didn’t help that he could fucking teleport. 

If only he didn’t infuriate you so much. 

“I’m sorry. You guys are just gonna have to put up with it.”

The paper on the examination table crinkled under your grip where you were holding on to the edge. 

“There’s nothing temporary we can do?” Satoru cut in, and you felt a little bit bad. 

Your breakup wasn’t clean or pretty, but it was clear to you that Satoru still cared about you and hated when you were irritated at him. 

You appreciated that he tried to respect your boundaries, even when he teleported himself to you against his will. 

And if you had to guess, he would agree without hesitation if you said you wanted to get back together. He never seemed to be upset when he’d appear out of thin air, and every so often you wondered if he sometimes did it on purpose. 

“The only thing I could think of is to create a binding vow to stop Gojo from teleporting to you,” she mused, pulling out a cigarette to light. God knows she needed one. “But that could create a whole bunch of issues.”

“Especially because he can’t control it,” you thought out loud in consideration.

“Exactly. He could get punished for something he can’t control,” Shoko agreed. “And even if you changed the vow to only intentional teleportation, it could be disastrous in cases of emergency where you might need his help or assistance.”

“Great,” you muttered, your grip on the table relaxing. 

Satoru frowned, looking like he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut. 

“Sorry, guys. I’ll let you know if I find anything that could help.”

“Well, thanks anyways,” you finally stood up and turned to leave.

Satoru, who was already standing by the door, took the hint and left before you did.

“Hey,” Shoko caught your attention before you left, only calling out when she was sure Gojo was gone. “Are you okay? I know the breakup was rough.”

“Yeah,” you turned to her. “It’s just getting irritating, you know?”

She nodded, bringing the cigarette to her lips to take a drag. 

“Okay. I just want to let you know that if worse comes to worse, we can do the binding vow. It’s rare, but soulmates can get… obsessive. If he’s hurting you–”

“Nothing like that,” you shook your head and interrupted her. “It’s kind of comical, if anything.”

“Okay,” she seemed relieved, smoke escaping as she exhaled. “That’s good. Just wanted to make sure.”

“I appreciate it,” you smiled gratefully. “Speaking of soulmates, how’s it going with Utahime?” 

“Good,” she said dryly. “We’ve got a date on Friday.”

“I hope it goes well!” you clasped your hands together in excitement. “You’ve gotta keep me updated.”

“Sure,” her tone remained dry, but you didn’t miss the tinge of pink dusting her cheeks. 

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Nothing really changed after that.

The two of you continued to run into each other 24/7. Literally.

You woke up in the middle of the night to find him in your bed on two separate occasions, ones in which you definitely did not invite him. 

“Not right now,” he had mumbled, clinging onto you like a teddy bear when you tried to wake him up. 

“Satoru,” you hissed, trying to squirm out of his hold. “Wake up. You’re in my bed.”

“Uh huh,” he agreed with his eyes still closed and you almost shoved him off the bed. 

“Seriously, wake up!”

“Shhh.”

“Did you just shush me?”

You’d realized there was no way you could get him out of your bed and decided to just let it happen. As much as you hated to admit it, you slept really well that night. 

When you woke up, he was already up and in your kitchen, making breakfast for the two of you. 

An apology for teleporting in the middle of the night, he had said with a wink. 

You ate the pancakes with a scowl. 

And soon, you had started to learn to utilize his teleportation problem. 

Shopping sprees became a whole lot cheaper when you realized that there was about a 90% chance that he’d appear at some point during your trip. 

“Sorry, I just…” you had muttered, digging through your purse to try to find your wallet. Shit, did you really forget it at home?

“If you don’t have your physical card, we also accept electronic pay–”

The poor cashier was cut off with a whoosh when your soulmate suddenly appeared right next to you in the boutique. 

“Oh,” you set your purse down and turned to him. “Perfect. Could you help me pay for this? I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged, handing his card over the counter to a stunned teenage girl. 

He volunteered to carry your bags, too. 

Was it wrong to exploit your pining soulmate? Maybe a little bit. 

But he technically offered to pay, so who were you to turn him down?

You think that the soulmate bond was also learning how to send him at the right times. He started appearing whenever you needed help, and you wanted to simultaneously curse and kiss him every time it happened. 

There was one specific time it happened, right when you were on the verge of tears trying to get the zipper on the back of a dress you had worn out to a formal event. 

“Fuck,” you almost cried, arms twisted behind your back as you tried to figure out how to get out of the stupid dress. 

Miraculously, Satoru had materialized in the middle of your bedroom, staring at you blankly as he watched yourself twist yourself into a pretzel. 

“Um… do you need help?” He had asked, taking a cautious step closer to you.

You sighed, ego shrinking as you decided that yes, you did in fact need help. 

“Yes, please.”

He unzipped you with an infuriating ease, leaving you only frustrated with yourself and annoyed at the bond for no reason other than your wounded pride.

“Thanks,” you said, sliding the dress down your shoulders.

He stood there, staring at you blankly like you hadn’t tried dating. Like the two of you hadn’t had each other in a whole assortment of positions, that, yes, you had to admit you sometimes missed. 

“Enjoying the show?” 

You snapped him out of his thoughts, eyebrows raised as you pulled out pajamas from your dresser.

You could practically see his eyes widen under his blindfold. 

“Sorry!” He apologized, trying to be respectful even though you could see the outline of the tent in his pants. “I didn’t–sorry, I, uh. Yeah. Bye.”

You blinked, and suddenly, he was no longer in your room. 

You shook your head to yourself, going to brush your teeth. 

And so the two of you kept living in a never ending cycle of unintentional meetings, some awkward, others more natural. 

Nothing really changed until the two of you decided to try seeing other people in hopes that it would weaken the bond. 

It was Satoru’s idea, to your surprise. 

“You think it’ll actually work?” You asked, legs folded on your living room couch as he sat in the armchair across from you. 

“I think it’s worth a shot,” he shrugged. “I read something about soulmate bonds growing weaker when soulmates become occupied with other people.”

“Most people can’t teleport,” you pointed out with a teasing grin. 

“That’s true,” he admitted, a little flustered as he shifted on the seat. “Our situation is so absurd, though. I think we should at least try.”

“Okay,” you agreed, still taken back by his initiative. “Let’s arrange dates this Saturday. Both of us with different people in restaurants across the city at the same time.”

He nodded in agreement. “Sounds good.”

Of course, it didn’t go as planned. 

It did most of the date.

You met up with a kind of stoic, dark haired man who told you about his exciting life as a consultant.

He was charming, you’d give him that. Handsome and easy going, he carried the conversation well and made sure to ask you about yourself. 

Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t stop thinking about what might be happening with your soulmate right at that moment. 

It wasn’t until your date had gotten you in the front seat of his car, the two of you making out over the center console that your mind was finally off Satoru. 

Of course, the soulmate bond decided that was the perfect moment to have him teleport to you. 

He landed right in the backseat, eyes wide under the sunglasses when your date screamed. 

“What the fuck?!” He pulled back, reasonably alarmed, and gaped at your soulmate.

“Satoru!” You yelled. “What the hell?”

“You know him?” Your date turned to you with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows. 

“He’s my soulmate,” you admitted, glaring at said soulmate. 

“I didn’t mean to!” He said defensively, trying to back away in the tiny backseat.

“Nah, fuck this,” your date shook his head. “I ain’t goin’ out with a bitch with a crazy ass soulmate.”

“He’s not crazy!”

“Don’t call her a bitch.”

Your date unlocked the doors. “Out.”

You both quickly fled from the car and stood on the sidewalk as you watched him drive out of the parking lot. 

“...sorry.” Satoru awkwardly apologized.

You shrugged. “It is what it is.”

A beat of silence.

“You look nice.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

The two of you started to walk down the sidewalk, not any destination in mind. 

“So, how was your date before I crashed it?”

“It was alright,” you said. “He was nice. A little boring, but otherwise pretty chill. What about you?”

He shrugged. 

“Also alright. She was nice, but too eager. A little overwhelming.”

“I get it,” you replied.

“Hey, I can teleport you back, so you don’t have to call a cab,” he offered. “An apology for ruining your date.”

“That would be nice. Thanks.”

ᓚᘏᗢ

After Satoru had dropped you off, you got ready for bed like you normally did. 

You walked around your apartment with ease. Taking off makeup, getting some water, brushing your teeth, it was just a mindless routine at this point. 

As strange as it was, you weren’t upset that Satoru crashed your date. You were relieved, if anything.

And you hated to admit it, but you were glad that the soulmate bond made Satoru ditch his date for you. You knew you should be irritated. You were just getting so used to being around him all the time that it was just becoming normal. 

It wasn’t until you stepped into something solid that you realized you had been lost in thought. 

“Oh!” You looked up at Satoru. “Satoru, I–”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted you, sunglasses off and wearing a shirt and sweatpants. He grabbed you by your waist. “I can’t stay away from you.”

You don’t know what could have happened in two hours, but you hadn’t seen him looking this disheveled in a long time. Eyes wide and hair a mess, he looked like he just rolled out of bed. 

“Satoru!” You repeated, startled by his sudden confession. “What are you talking about?”

“I need you so fucking bad,” he swallowed. “Please, let me make it up to you.”

Fuck it. You were so tired of this stupid dance. 

You reached up to grab his face and pulled him down, lifting yourself up to meet him halfway. 

Your mouths crashed together messily, teeth knocking into each other and breaths growing quicker. 

You instantly felt lighter. 

He easily leaned into the kiss, towering over you as he walked you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed. 

You let him push you down, falling backwards into the plush mattress as he fell on top of you. 

You savored the weight of him, all muscle pressing into you and holding you down. 

You didn’t break the kiss until he started to trail it downwards. He lifted himself up above you, propping himself up with his arms while he started to leave kisses down your neck to your collarbone. 

You let him leave marks along your neck. Your hands found his biceps, squeezing as your eyes shut at the feeling of him sucking and biting. 

“Please,” he looked up at you in between kisses. “Can I make it up to you?”

With the way he was looking at you, you wanted to make it up to him. 

You nodded. 

His weight suddenly lifted off of you. You frowned before you realized what he was doing, now kneeling at the foot of your bed.

“What are you–” “Shhh,” he said, hands going up your thighs to the top of your shorts. “I told you I want to make it up to you.”

Your mouth went dry when he slid his fingers under the waistband and pulled down your shorts all the way. He discarded them somewhere on the floor behind him and reached up to feel you through your panties. 

Your head fell back at the first touch.

Fuck, you forgot how much better it was when it was your soulmate.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, watching the way your panties just kept getting damper and damper. 

You bit your lip, suddenly a little embarrassed.

A faint smile appeared when he saw your expression. 

“I’ll take care of you, yeah?”

He pulled down the panties all the way, leaving your lower half completely bare. 

He leaned forward, lifting your thighs over his shoulders and leaning in. 

You couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp when the first puff of warm breath hit your cunt. 

The hands that were buried in the sheets immediately flew to his white locks and you held on for dear life. 

“Satoru, I– fuck,” you breathed out when you finally felt his tongue on you. 

You threw your head back against the pillow, thighs tightening around his head as he pushed his tongue in deeper. 

Maybe it was partly because he was your soulmate, but damn, you forgot how good he was at this. 

“Please, Satoru, need–fuck!–need more,” you whined, unable to think about anything besides how much you missed this. 

You couldn’t see his entire face, but you were almost positive he was smiling against your cunt. 

Regardless, he listened. 

His hands gripped onto your hips, nose bumping your clit as he worked his mouth faster, just the way he remembered you liked it. 

You gripped harder onto his hair in response, unable to stop the moans from spilling from your mouth. 

“Missed you, Satoru,” you couldn’t stop yourself from admitting. 

It clearly spurred him on, because you were soon crying out his name as you came on his tongue. 

He helped you ride it out as it shook you in waves, he himself moaning against you as he tasted your release.

He gently lifted your legs off his shoulders when he was sure you were done.

He laid next to you, pulling you into his strong arms and shaking his head when you offered to return the favor.

"Next time," he said as you curled into his side. "This is supposed to be my apology."

"You're forgiven."

"...You know, I hated seeing you kiss that douchebag. "

You snorted.

"It was your idea."

"Yeah," he admitted. "Sorry. I guess you're stuck with me."

𓍢ִ໋❀˚⋆

a/n: um. sorry

[ohfreshlinen]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · nanami realizes he loves giving you hickeys

Nanami's hips roll and slap against your skin, the further he thrusts inside you. His entire bedroom smells of sweat and sex, despite several candles of the same scent lit and the window cracked open.

"Are you tired?" His gravelly voice has since gone lower as the moon and stars begin to flitter across the sky. Each syllable he's uttered turns sensual in your ears.

"No." You answer, swiftly locking him in for a kiss.

He wraps your legs around his waist securely and bottoms out again. A heady moan rips from your mouth, and he swallows the sound whole.

Nanami's kisses move to your nose, to the apples of your cheeks, down your throat, and then settle into the baseline between your neck and collarbone. There, he stops and sucks on the crook of it.

The sensation feels too good, rendering you completely into a state of pure bliss and arousal. You swear you hear yourself beg for more, telling him not to stop from both the way he's marking you and the way he's fucking you hopelessly raw.

He might've said something you didn't quite hear or passed a garbled response in return. No matter, you feel the pace quickening and his teeth latching to your skin tighter.

Nanami has never marked you like this before. Oftentimes, they were purely accidental, and they're almost always in discreet places where both of you fail to notice them. But, tonight, when you ask him to cover you with his marks, with something entirely Nanami, he pauses.

He isn't one to lose control easily. He is someone who does things with precision and careful considerations. Even then, a simple mishap can undoubtedly be rectified with alternative solutions.

Thus, an impulsive action such as this is unlike any he has ever committed before. There is a subtle bewilderment marring across his features, though anyone who doesn't know him to the extent that you do would have deduced that Nanami looks like he's only thinking.

There, in his eyes, is an undulated discovery of something quite like finding a secret that only he can have.

"Kento," you call out, cupping his cheeks. "What is it?"

He leans into the touch and kisses your palm. His thumb occasionally brushes the fresh bruise he caused. "It's nothing."

"It doesn't hurt, my love." You say. "If that's what you're worried about."

Nanami's smile appears at the corner. You feel it quirk up against the corner of your hand. "I know, darling."

"Can we continue?" You lightly tease, tapping your foot against the dimple of his lower back.

Nanami tilts your head over to the left. The other side of your unmarked neck becomes visible. He leans down to you, his breath only a whispering distance from your skin.

"Let me," he coaxes before he sucks on the unblemished skin.

His hands travel back to your thighs, massaging them repeatedly, ridding you of pins and needles. His thrusts never cease, as if all that stored energy he has had from being a sorcerer has done him well to maintain a consistent amount of stamina.

As Nanami moves to mark each underside of your breasts next, he guides your arms to his head where he insists that you run your fingers through his hair.

"Oh, shit, baby," you moan near his ears.

"Hmm," his voice vibrates.

"So good, my love."

Nanami momentarily pulls out. He guides your head on a fluffed pillow before he angles you in a venus butterfly position.

His lips move closer to the top of your sopping mound, where he sucks just right above your clit. You grip his hair hard, accidentally yanking a couple of strands. You couldn't even form an apology afterwards, because Nanami never stops his lustful drive. He bites against your skin, pulls your pubic hair teasingly, and moans languidly at the euphoric feeling of it all.

"Oh, my God! Kento! Wait! T-Too much!"

"Pull harder." He grits his teeth, looking at you through your curled bush. "I don't care. Just pull if you must."

Maybe because it's your cunt and it's been sensitive for the past few hours after coming several times, and it's also because it's near your clit where in replacement of his cock, his fingers resume the pounding, and maybe it's because it's simply Nanami Kento — whatever reason it can be, you never expect that when Nanami gives you a hickey right there, it's probably the most intense feeling you've ever felt than any of the hickeys he's given you so far.

And you wonder, why have you two not done this before?

You're left squirming for what little control you can find: none. Your hands scramble to the sheets, gripping them tightly before Nanami forces them back into his hair, demanding that if there's anything you're going to have to hold as he continues, it's going to be him.

"Baby," you call out in a daze. "T-Too much. Too sensitive."

"Just one more." He kisses your clit. "We'll be finished soon."

You must have agreed because it isn't just one more as he declared. Nanami scatters his marks everywhere around your body like constellations. They come in different sizes, each with their own sense of claim. He makes sure, however, that even when he discovers just how wonderful you are with the hickeys he's created, he wouldn't go overboard.

But the one thing he loves most from his work? It's that blotch of purple on your pussy.

"You look beautiful." He says in admiration, his index finger playfully twisting around your pubic hair.

You lean into his touch when he scoops you in his arms and embraces you tightly. "I want to give you one, too."

Nanami smooths your hair. "When you're well-rested. I will let you."

"All right.

© ohfreshlinen — all rights reserved. do not modify, edit, steal, or plagiarize my content.

this is sorta my form of apology (and free therapy) for that hbd nanami  post to anyone who has read that. enjoy :> 

[ryos-wife]

𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 - 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 (𝙛𝙚𝙢)𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

2.5k words, 1/1, sukuna x reincarnated wife reader

Being a jujutsu sorcerer might've been the worst choice you’d ever made. When you weren’t risking your life for ungrateful hags that called themselves the higher ups, you were sitting in a cold room, thinking what in your life could’ve led you to make this decision.

You’d be lying if you said it was for any honorable reason. It wasn’t a calling or a responsibility you felt to help those weaker than you. Honestly, it was mainly for the egregious amounts of money sorcerers were paid. Someone had mentioned the salary, and before you knew it, you were studying at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

That was…what, ten years since you graduated? Time flies, or whatever. You weren’t a very nostalgic person.

As of recently, the amount of missions you’d been assigned had increased. You suspected it had something to do with that kid, Yuji Itadori, who had sort of fucked up everything by swallowing Sukuna’s finger. He seemed like a good enough kid from when you’d met him, but the sheer amount of work he indirectly forced you to do by bringing back Sukuna…

Today was a good example. You had been called into Shibuya on the night of Halloween, after some citizens were trapped inside a veil, and the curses inside demanded to see Satoru Gojo. Your only job, thank the heavens, was to ensure the safety of citizens trapped on the outskirts.

It proved to be a very wearisome task, never ending. There were so many people, and just when you thought you’d found them all, you found another few hundred hiding inside a building. Most of them were far enough away from the fighting and seemed relatively uninjured. Still, ever since the…explosion (?) that had happened half an hour ago, there’d been bodies every now and then.

If luck was on your side (it never was) you’d have finished in another twelve hours.

With an excessive huff, you held a twenty something year old to your chest, like one would do with a toddler. They had broken their leg, and even if it was sure to hurt, you couldn’t help but think they were being dramatic. They held onto you with all their weight, letting out pained moans against your neck.

A scowl crossed your face, knitting your brows together. Their breath smelt terrible, like a corpse left to fester in the sun for days on end.

“Okay,” you muttered as you set them down against a collapsed pillar. They whimpered, a hand dramatically thrown over their eyes.

“It hurts,” they whined. “Can’t you do anything for the pain?”

“No,” you snapped out, hands shoved into your pockets. “You’ll be fine. There’s people dying.” As they turned to you with a grimace, a sudden swoosh echoed. A thin cut appeared across the person’s nose, tiny specks of blood welling up. It wasn’t just a cut, you realized, as the top of their head suddenly slid off from the bottom.

With a sickening squelch, the detached part thumped against the floor. Their still wide eyes stared up at you, a puddle of crimson forming around them. Some of it splattered onto your face.

Your body reacted off of muscle instinct before your brain could catch up, eyes scanning the streets for the source. They latched onto a man standing on top of rubble, face concealed by shadows.

A red glare followed his eyes as he leaned forward, staring down at you. The faint wind ruffled his pink hair, chin tilted upwards with a displeased frown on his face.

Oh, for fucks sake. Of course you, who just barely counted as a special grade sorcerer, ran directly into Ryomen Sukuna. Gojo’s useless dumbass had gotten sealed hours before Sukuna even showed up. God, that man was never here when it actually mattered. What a prick.

You felt sweat rise coat your palms as you truly realized the gravity of this situation. Sukuna stared at you like you were just a mildly interesting bug, and the hairs on the back of your neck rose. With a brief swallow, your stomach twisted.

Better to go out fighting than groveling, you supposed. Shifting your position, you stood with one foot slightly behind the other, fists in front of your face.

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From the moment Sukuna took control of Itadori’s body in Shibuya, he’d felt it. A pull in his gut, a distant feeling of someone using a CT he recognized much too well.

During the Heian Era, Sukuna had once gotten married. His wife had been the one person he nearly considered his equal, a strong woman who occasionally challenged him in brawls. She was obsessed with strength, and looked upon the weak with disgust. He respected it.

In love…wasn’t the best term for what Sukuna felt for her. He didn’t get her flowers, but he tossed the heads of her enemies at her feet, and slaughtered anyone who got too close. It was closer to a hungry possession and a deep fascination.

Towards the end of his era, the Queen of Curses had been killed by sorcerers. The memory still brought fresh anger to Sukuna’s mind. She’d been tricked and killed unhonorably, just like Sukuna a mere few months later.

They’d been able to actually kill his wife, not split her into twenty like himself. During Sukuna’s 1000 years trapped inside his consciousness, he’d come to believe she was gone. He didn’t grieve, not exactly, but he had sworn to find those sorcerers kin and torture that bloodline for the rest of their miserable existence. If anyone was to kill his wife, that was Sukuna’s right and his alone.

But when he’d woken up in Shibuya and felt your much too familiar cursed energy output, he’d known you must be nearby. Reincarnation or some other joke from the universe like that. He’d decided to still do what he planned; fight Jogo and Mahorga, but afterwards…he could make time.

Sukuna would have to test you, of course. If his reincarnated wife was weak, he would just slaughter you and bury that stain on her legacy.

So he’d tracked you down, and had been watching you for maybe fifteen minutes. Sukuna had seen you fight, and while you definitely hadn’t been pushed to your fullest, he could smell the potential. He wouldn’t kill you, not now, because it would be a waste. Like killing a lion cub before they matured.

He felt a cold wind whip his hair into his face, dark eyes locked onto your distant figure. You shared some of her features, he noted. You had your familiar h/c locks, but your eyes were a stark contrast to what Sukuna recalled.

His fingers tensed and relaxed several times. He couldn’t help but smile when you prepared to fight…like that would do anything. If Sukuna wanted you dead, your brains would’ve already painted the walls.

“Lover,” Sukuna called out, even as the term of endearment held nothing but cold calculation. He watched the confusion flood your expression, a key giveaway that you clearly held no memories of your past life.

“...What?” The word spilled out of your lips before you could stop it. You’d expected him to send a cleave in your direction, maybe even a few slurs. Either of those would’ve made you feel better than this reality.

Sukuna sighed, a mildly annoyed grimace distorting his features. He gracefully yet quickly stepped down from the rubble, approaching you. His movements were reminiscent of a snake coiling around their prey. “Don’t play dumb. Unless…oh, are you?” His eyes narrowed, “Pity.”

“What are you…” You tripped over your own feet in your hurry to get away from his suffocating aura, stumbling while your hands twisting into the formation for one of your CTs.

“Don’t bother,” Sukuna waved his hand. “I mean you no harm. Not unless you bore me first.”

At this point, the turmoil in your mind was so great it made your insides clench. Were you really going to vomit now? That would certainly give Sukuna an excuse for execution, not that he needed one. “What do you want, then?”

“So many questions,” Sukuna tsked. “What, don't you trust me?”

The answer came out blunt, “No.”

A cruel smirk tugged on the corners of his lips, voice a cool command. “You will.” Before you could even consider reacting, he was right in front of you. Lazily, he reached out, poking your temple with two fingers.

Blinding, agonizing, white-hot pain burnt your entire system. It ached, it stung, it burned, it screamed, it throbbed. Your muscles locked up as if electrocuted, invisible claws digging into your brain. They tore down your barriers, reaching inside and shredding everyone of your nerves. The claws clutched with all of their strength, refusing to let go even as tears sprung to your eyes. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, could do nothing but stand there like a fool.

Memories that weren’t your own invaded your sight, appearing in the back of your mind. Fragments of an impossibly large castle, built on a jagged mountainspace, crystalline towers reaching towards the heavens above. It was always cold there, a chilly breeze whisking through the hair of anyone unlucky enough to find themselves within its walls.

You saw a cherry blossom tree, whose leaves fell to the floor as gracefully as a dancer. They sliced through the air, landing softly in your outstretched palm. It was a stark contrast to the way the air smelled, briefly metallic when a gust picked up. Your mouth tasted like iron, and the roots of that gorgeous, ethereal tree were stained with splatters of red.

Sukuna stood in front of you now. He didn’t look like the present, instead his large frame towered over yours. A hard mass of something vaguely wood-like covered the left side of his face, rough hands holding your face, skin clammy under his grip. Your gut screamed at you to move, insisting that this man who held you was drenched in sin, but the you from then leaned in. Despite yourself, a sluggish grin crossed your face.

The rest of the flashbacks appeared in a daze. They came and went too quickly for you to process, each one shattered and missing considerable chunks. It was like remembering a dream hours after you woke up, when all the images had broken frames and smeared photographs. By the time your vision cleared, it took you a minute to realize you were in the present. The pain had faded, the claws had retracted, but your hands still shook with the aftershocks. Sukuna’s four scarlet eyes dug under your skin, expectant.

Your mouth was all dry. When you made eye contact, an unbidden thought came to mind. My husband.

Oh, what the fuck? It made you sick to even think, and your brain did all it could to shut that down. But the damage had already been done, memories of a past life forced onto you. Sukuna hadn’t stated that they were your memories, but the click when you saw them…they had to be.

“So?” Sukuna raised a brow, “Are you done thrashing?”

“That wasn’t me,” you blurted, insistent like hell. “That couldn’t…I…”

“It was,” he spoke calmly, gliding one step forward. “I know it, lover. Underneath that weak skin you have put on, I can see you.”

You futilely tried to move away, yet he grabbed your face between his two hands, firm as stone. He held you still as his lips suddenly crashed against yours, fingers digging into your hair. The movement shocked you beyond explanation. Instinct took over, and before you knew why, your lips were moving in sync.

There was nothing gentle about it. The King of Curses kissed you like he was trying to devour you, to possess you in your entirety. Your hands loosely wrapped around his shoulders, then dug into his skin when he slid his tongue down your throat. Your bodies moved to a rhythm you both somehow remembered clear as day, two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place after centuries spent away.

Sukuna only briefly pulled away, allowing you a moment of reprieve. A thin strand of saliva connected your mouths, and he was already kissing you again before it broke. Your chest moved unnaturally, lungs struggling for oxygen while the rest of your body screamed more.

Your back was slammed against a stone wall, ears still ringing when Sukuna pressed his lips against the center of your throat. The pleasure was so intense it forced you to bare your teeth, hissing as one of his hands stroked the place where your hipbone jutted out.

“Fuck–” The noise escaped, face heating up when you realized just how loud and high pitched that had been. You slammed a hand against your mouth, muffled grunts spilling into your palm.

Sukuna found a spot on the side of your neck that made you squirm. He kissed it slowly, licking the spot and allowing you to relax. When he felt your guard was down, he bit down so hard it was sure to leave a vibrant mark for weeks.

Your back arched like a bowstring pulled taut, a stifled cry escaping you. It hurt in the best way possible, the mixture of pain and pleasure so addicting that your entire body felt warm and fuzzy.

Sukuna straightened then, pulling himself away from where he was latched onto your neck. His free hand reached up, thumb digging into the skin of that red spot until you cried out again.

Once you did, Sukuna smiled in content victory. He stepped away, hands releasing you. He watched you struggle to gain your bearings, panting and sweating. “Don’t try to hide that,” he commanded, looking off at the sky. You knew he was talking about your inevitable hickey. “I’ll be back, lover. I expect you to be stronger by then.”

Sukuna was gone then, so fast it was as if he had never been there. But you knew he must’ve been, for your lips were swollen and your neck still throbbed. A gust of wind slammed against your cheek, sending the scent of blood wafting to your face.

You turned toward the sound, and realized with a visible wince that you’d been making out with Ryomen Sukuna right in front of a corpse. That had to be…all forms of disrespectful.

If your ticket in hell wasn’t secured before, it sure was now. Oh, why had you kissed back? Guilt wracked your body, forcing you to stand there and breathe in an attempt to calm it. You could practically feel a council of your ancestors looking down, judging you.

Yet even as the universe’s accusing eyes dug into the back of your neck, your gut already knew the truth. Given the opportunity, you’d do the same the next time you ran into Sukuna.

“I’m a terrible person,” you exhaled once the thought settled, reaching up to rub at your neck.