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smoking with sukuna
rnb music plays quietly in the background as you lay back on sukuna's bed. he's currently sitting at his desk in the door preparing his papers and grinder. you enjoy seeing him from the back, usually shirtless but tonight he's wearing that tour merch from that one 90s band you can't remember the name of right now.
you hold your lip between your teeth, watching Sukuna's shoulders move every now and then as he grinded up the weed.
"would you ever teach me how to roll?" your voice is a little quieter as if you're suddenly aware of your tone.
Sukuna scoffs, "no, you'd waste this shit."
you mock offence, "how'd you know i'm not good at this already?"
sukuna mutters back, still focused on rolling. "when i asked how much i should pick up you said a medium."
"you know what i meant though" you retort back.
"no i didn't dipshit."
you keep quiet, moving your gaze up to the ceiling as you curse him silently. you like the atmosphere in the room right now, the music is low and the lighting is low too, setting a calm and intimate atmosphere. you don't smoke much but when you agree to Sukuna's offer he also makes sure to make you as comfortable as possible. even though you've smoked a few times with Sukuna there's always a part of him that watches over you.
after a minute or two sukuna makes his way over, twisting the end of the blunt. "you ready?" he asks, without looking back.
all you can do is nod, already anticipating the high.
sukuna starts it, he always does.
your eyes close in on the way that he takes each puff, holding his breath for a moment before inhaling allowing the end of the blunt to light up. you watch his chest move up and down before a wave of heavy smoke leaves those lips you love to kiss everynight.
you find your lip moving under your teeth and you can't tell if its the anticipation of wanting to kiss sukuna or wanting to smoke that hits you the most.
sukuna's not blind to your eagerness and he takes a couple more puffs before handing it over to you.
copying his hand gesture, you hold the blunt between your fingers before placing it between your lips. you take a short breath in, holding it, before exhaling with the smoke leaving your mouth.
you don't have to meet sukuna's eyes to know that he's watching you.
he lets out a tut, "you're not inhaling properly."
"fuck." you let out a little cough, feeling it in the back of your throat. it burns a little but you know sukuna has a water bottle on stand by.
"breath in."
you follow what he says, placing the blunt between your lips.
"hold it. breath in again. exhale."
smoke leaves your lips and this time you let out a coughing fit, it burns the back of your throat even more, leaving your eyes becoming watery. "fuck me,"
"you got it." sukuna murmurs, "a few more pulls if you can take it."
you nod, taking another drag. you remember sukuna's words this time and follow, it doesn't take long before you feel heavy yet light headed at the same time.
your mouth turns dry as you pass the blunt back to sukuna. he merely smirks a little, "feeling it already?" it takes a little longer for him to get high but it helps him to watch over you first.
you can't pull your eyes away from him - away from his lips. in this dark lighting he looks more beautiful than ever. he notices your stare of course, he asks if he has anything on his face but you merely shake your head, mouth ajar like you're stunned.
to be honest sukuna loves seeing you like this. he thinks it brings out the clingy side of you, in the next ten minutes or so when this blunt is finished you'll start yapping about whatever subject caught your interest online this week. but that's okay because sukuna would listen to anything you say.
he won't admit that outright to you but it's true.
and then another blunt later, you'll be too out of it to continue the conversation but that's okay because that's when sukuna becomes the chatty one. you've never seen him speak so much sober, realising how much of a nerd / loser he really is in his spare time. if you're really lucky and if he thinks you look cute begging then he'll share some stories about his childhood with you. he only tells you because he thinks you won't remember in the morning but you somehow always do.
if he ends up falling asleep first, you find yourself watching him sleep, stroking his hair gently or letting your finger run down the curve of his nose. he's so precious, especially when he doesn't have that moody look on his face. or even letting your fingers graze the tattoos over his face, as if you were somehow etching them into his skin, leaving your mark forever.
me when satoru calls reader wifey
me when toji calls reader ma
me when suguru calls reader pretty girl
me when toji calls reader doll
me when sukuna calls reader woman
jellyfish . sukuna x reader : sukuna takes you on a date to the aquarium
sukuna decides to take you to an aquarium for your first date. he was excited for the whole week, he really couldn't wait.
he stands at your front door, smoothing his clothes for the hundredth time in thirty seconds. he was basically sweating bullets.
he clears his throat and mutters a hey hi hello but he thinks they all sound stupid. he curses himself and decided to just ring the doorbell.
when you open the door his heart stops. you look beautiful, all dressed up just for him. his cheeks heat up and all he can seem to mutter is a quiet woah.
you giggle softly. "woah to you too."
that's it, hes gonna explode. he can feel his ears practically ring signaling the timer till he explodes.
"sukuna?" you ask with a tilt of your head.
why are you so cute?!
"huh-oh sorry, you just look really pretty." he clears his throat and smooths his shirt down. "i mean! well yes, you're pretty, but i didnt mean, actually, yes i did-"
you take his hand in yours. "calm down."
you laugh softly. "you look nice too."
he smiles softly, letting out a tiny confident laugh. "of course i do."
"hm, cocky." you squint your eyes playfully.
"ready to go?" he asks. his hand is still in yours and he can feel his palm get a little sweaty.
"yes!" you say excitedly.
satoru brushing your hair ♡ fluff
(reader implied to have straight/loose wavy hair)
boyfriend!gojo who walks by the bathroom that first night you move in, intending to simply pass as he heads towards the bedroom. but he glances to the side as he does, and he finds you standing in front of the sink, slowly guiding your hairbrush through your hair.
he comes to a stop. eyes curious, as they usually are, wanting to know everything about you. you’re part of his home now, and he wants to learn your routines, your needs, your wants, what makes you feel whole and human.
you turn to look at him as he peers at you from the hallway. you smile a little, trying not to feel shy. “hi.”
he doesn’t respond right away. his eyes follow the motions of your brush through your hair for a long moment, and then he asks, almost boyishly, “can i try?”
your motions pause. no one’s offered to brush your hair since your mom stopped when you were growing up. you turn to meet his eyes more fully, searching for a hint of teasing.
you find none. he simply continues watching you, his eyes light and eager.
and so you nod. you quietly hand over the brush, and he comes up behind you so that you can watch him in the mirror.
for a moment, as he brings the brush closer, you’re a little nervous he’s going to rip it through your hair. you know he can be impatient at times. but as you watch him raise the brush, he surprises you. he starts at the ends, touch so gentle your breath catches for a moment, and slowly works out the small tangles in your hair from the long day of moving.
he mostly keeps his eyes on his work. but his eyes do flicker up once, like he’s checking if you’re okay, if he’s hurting you at all. and when all he sees as he catches your eyes in the reflection is you watching him, he smiles a little and looks back at your hair.
it makes your throat close up with emotion.
he doesn’t rush. he doesn’t tap out early. he brushes until your hair is smooth and tangle-free, and a little longer, too, just to see the peaceful bliss on your face as you finally close your eyes and lean into him.
then he quietly puts the brush back in the drawer. and before he lets you turn around to face him, he takes a soft lock of hair between his fingers, and he presses a soft, lingering kiss there.
like every hair on your head is precious to him.
a/n: getting ahead of any comments by saying i know not every reader can relate to this specific experience (because you can’t brush curly hair). i will probably make a curly version sometime :). anyway non-sexual intimacy go brrr
thanks for reading! -luna xx masterlist
︵ ೀ mdni. suguru and zuko are losing their minds trying to eat your pussy at the same time
"Zuko, move over—let me taste her properly," Suguru growls, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders as he shoves at the Firelord's scarred shoulder, both men kneeling between your spread thighs on the silk-draped bed.
Their breaths come hot and ragged against your exposed pussy, already slick and swollen from their earlier teasing touches.
"Fuck that," Zuko snaps back, amber eyes flashing with possessive fire, his topknot loosening as he leans in closer, the burn scar on his face tightening with frustration. "She's my wife—you get what's left after I make her scream first."
His tongue darts out, flat and insistent, lapping a bold stripe up your folds, the rough heat of it sending a jolt straight to your core. You arch off the mattress, a whimper escaping your lips as his mouth seals over your clit, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl.
Suguru isn't one to yield; his dark eyes narrow, a smirk curling his lips as he grips your inner thigh, nails digging in just shy of pain. "Sharing means we both devour her, idiot," he murmurs, voice low and velvety, before shoving his face right alongside Zuko's.
Their cheeks brush—Zuko's stubbled jaw scraping against Suguru's smoother skin—as Suguru's tongue plunges into your entrance, thrusting wet and deep while Zuko's circles your clit with relentless flicks.
The dual assault hits you like lightning, their mouths working in chaotic harmony, tongues battling for space on your dripping pussy.
"Oh god—yes, just like that," you gasp, your hands flying to their heads—one tangling in Zuko's loose black strands, the other fisting Suguru's silky locks. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against their faces, the obscene slurps and moans vibrating through your sensitive flesh.
Zuko's tongue presses flat against your clit, rubbing side to side with urgent pressure, while Suguru's delves deeper, curling inside you to stroke your walls, his lips sucking at your folds like he's starving.
Suguru pulls back just enough to speak, his chin glistening with your arousal, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your throbbing entrance. "Taste how wet she is for us? She's fucking soaking my tongue—bet you can't make her clench like I do."
He dives back in, two fingers joining his tongue, scissoring inside your tight heat, stretching you open as his mouth latches onto the side of your pussy, licking broad and greedy.
Zuko growls against your skin, the vibration making you shudder, his free hand sliding up your thigh to join Suguru's—his rougher fingers brushing against the curse user's smoother ones as they both pump into you now, three digits total twisting and curling in unison.
"Shut up and eat her out properly," Zuko retorts, his voice muffled as he sucks your clit between his teeth, nipping lightly before soothing it with rapid laps. "Feel that? Her pussy's pulsing around our fingers because of me. She's mine—ours—but I'll make her cum first."
Their rivalry only amps the intensity; tongues clash accidentally over your clit, wet and messy, as they lap at you from different angles—Zuko focusing on the swollen nub, sucking and flicking with firebender precision, while Suguru's mouth explores lower, tongue-fucking your hole alongside their thrusting fingers.
Your thighs tremble around their heads, the heat of their breaths mingling, sweat beading on Zuko's sharp jawline and trickling down to mix with the slick mess on Suguru's elegant features.
The room fills with the sounds of their feast: wet smacks, hungry groans, and your escalating moans as pleasure builds like a storm.
"Suguru—Zuko—don't stop, please," you beg, your voice breaking as you rock against their mouths, chasing the edge. Suguru's fingers hook inside you, grazing that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids, while Zuko's thumb joins the fray, rubbing firm circles over your clit now that his tongue dips down to lick at Suguru's invading digits.
They're losing it, both men panting like animals, their cocks straining against their pants—Zuko's formal red robes hiked up, Suguru's dark attire disheveled—as they fight for every drop of your essence.
"Fuck, she's so sweet," Suguru groans, pulling his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue again, thrusting deeper while Zuko takes over the clit-sucking, his lips forming a tight seal that pulls a cry from your throat. "I could bury my face in this pussy all night—watch her squirt on my tongue while you just kneel there."
Zuko's response is a heated snarl, his hand fisting in Suguru's hair to yank him closer, forcing their mouths to overlap completely now.
Tongues tangle not just with you but each other in the slick chaos, both lapping at your folds simultaneously, one on each side, their noses bumping your clit as they devour you.
"Like hell—I'm the one making her thighs shake. Taste her cum when I push her over." His fingers plunge back in, three now, pumping fast and deep, knuckles grazing Suguru's chin as the other man sucks at your entrance around them.
The overload is too much; your body seizes, orgasm ripping through you like wildfire. "I'm—cumming!" you scream, walls clamping down on Zuko's fingers, gushing wetness over both their faces.
They don't let up—Suguru's tongue thrusts through your spasms, lapping up the flood, while Zuko sucks your clit through the waves, prolonging the ecstasy until you're a trembling mess, hips jerking erratically.
But they're not done; as you come down, gasping for air, Suguru lifts his head, lips shiny and swollen, eyes wild with lust.
"That was just the start—look at her, still dripping. My turn to make her beg." He shoves Zuko aside playfully, but the Firelord pushes right back, both men diving in again, tongues fighting for dominance over your oversensitive pussy.
Zuko's mouth claims your clit once more, sucking with renewed vigor, his scarred face buried deep as his tongue flicks mercilessly. "No—mine to finish," he mutters, voice thick with need, one hand reaching down to palm his own hard cock through his pants, the outline thick and throbbing.
Suguru counters by spreading your folds wider with his thumbs, exposing every inch for his tongue to trace, dipping in to swirl around Zuko's relentless assault.
Their free hands roam your body—Suguru's palming your breast, pinching the nipple hard, while Zuko's traces fire patterns on your thigh, the warmth almost bending the air.
"You're both—driving me insane," you moan, grinding down on their faces, the friction sparking aftershocks that make your toes curl.
Suguru's tongue presses flat against your entrance, lapping upward to clash with Zuko's on your clit, their lips brushing in the mess, accidental kisses turning heated as they lose themselves in you.
Saliva and your arousal drip down their chins, soaking the sheets, the air thick with the scent of sex and their mingled groans.
Suguru breaks away briefly, his breath hot on your inner thigh. "Tell him how good my tongue feels stretching you—deeper than his ever could." He demonstrates, plunging in long and slow, fucking you with it while his fingers circle your ass teasingly, adding a new layer of sensation.
Zuko's eyes blaze, jealousy fueling his efforts; he sucks harder, teeth grazing your clit just enough to sting sweetly, his fingers joining Suguru's at your entrance now, both sets pumping in tandem—four fingers total, stretching you wide and filling you completely.
"Liar—she's creaming on my mouth. Say it, princess—tell him I'm the one who owns this pussy." His voice is wrecked, raw desire cracking through his commanding tone, the gold ornament in his topknot glinting as he shakes his head side to side, tongue lashing your clit.
The dual penetration of their fingers, combined with the constant licking, builds you up again impossibly fast. "Both of you—fuck, I love it," you cry, your hands pulling them closer, forcing their faces flush against you.
They relent into sync, tongues and fingers working as one: Suguru thrusting deep while Zuko circles high, their cheeks pressed together, breaths syncing in hot puffs.
Your second climax hits harder, a tidal wave that has you screaming their names, pussy clenching rhythmically around their digits, squirting lightly onto their eager mouths.
They drink you down greedily—Suguru swallowing with a satisfied hum, Zuko licking every drop with fervent laps—until you're boneless, quivering in the aftermath.
Panting, they finally pull back, faces flushed and slick, eyes locked on each other with a mix of rivalry and shared hunger. Suguru wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. "Not bad, Firelord—but next time, I get her ass while you watch."
Zuko chuckles darkly, leaning in to kiss you fiercely, tasting yourself on his lips before nipping your earlobe.
"Dream on. She's still trembling from me." His hand slides up your thigh, fingers teasing your spent entrance. "Ready for round three? We could take turns fucking you senseless."
Suguru's grin widens, his cock freed from his pants now, hard and leaking as he strokes himself lazily. "Or both at once—stretch that pretty pussy around us."
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geto and zuko twin moment
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ꮼ alt!geto always finds new ways to prove his love.
ᦸ alt!geto as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by hunnismokah ⸝⸝ not proofread.
alt!geto who lets you toy with his various lip piercings during aftercare & honestly whenever you want, always getting lost in the soft touches & tugs as he practically melts into your fingertips.
alt!geto agrees to giving you piercings at home as long as you let him help you clean them up so they don't reject or get infected.
alt!geto has a peekaboo dyed to be your favorite color—always showing it off whenever he puts up his hair or gets the chance to show off his pretty hair devoted to his pretty girl.
alt!geto shares his entire closet with you, from his too-loose rings & necklaces, to his jackets, shirts & sweaters; he'll even buy certain shirts he knows you'll just steal out of his closet, just because you'll like them
alt!geto is big on DIY gifts; he'll make you trinkets from clay, sketch out posters for your walls, make a little box for you to keep everything of his in, and paint your favorite things. His favorite gift he's made was a bouquet blanket that he crocheted.
alt!geto lets you press him down flat on his stomach so you can color in the tattoos splattered across his back—teasing you occasionally by arching his back to distract you whenever you're too focused on his skin.