Jean

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ex fiance! gojo masterlist:

1 too little, too late.

2 about you (outtake : sienna)

3 back to december

4 tba

taglist : @iglb12 @pickledsoda

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aizo! aizo!

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚/𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 | sorcerer!sukuna x fem!reader, fluff/crack, probably my favorite au after modern au because i enjoy the delusion that everyone can actually get along for five minutes. sorry if this is bad i had like 10 different drafts of this hence me not posting for a while...

“senpai,” she said casually, poking the straw of her drink around the ice, “does ink-face have a crush on you?”

“huuuUUUh?” your reaction was so exaggerated it nearly echoed down the corridor. you turned toward her slowly, painfully slowly, eyes shadowed and expression sinking into something so ominous it made nobara’s shoulders stiffen.

‘she’s making the same face as sukuna-senpai… scaryyy…’ she thought, swallowing around the sip of soda she’d just taken.

nobara cleared her throat, pretending to be unfazed as she kept walking beside you.

“i mean,” she continued, waving her hand loosely in the air, “it’s just… something i noticed.” she took another long sip before finishing, quieter now, “i always find you two somehow together. and even when i don’t, you’re giving each other these weird… lovey-dovey hatred eyes.”

the last words dissolved into a mutter she hoped you didn’t catch.

you immediately started waving both hands in front of you like someone trying to swat away the very concept. “no, no— you’ve got it all wrong.” an awkward laugh slipped out as you shook your head. “he hates me.”

nobara slowed her steps, eyeing you with narrowed suspicion “is that so…?” she hummed.

“yes!” you insisted quickly.

you took a long slurp from your drink, the fizz biting sharply at your throat. “the least interaction we have is because we’re peers and end up paired on missions,” you said, gesturing vaguely with your cup. “and geto-sensei always pairs up hakari and kirara hoshi for missions.”

nobara snorted. “of course he does.”

“right?” you groaned. “he practically encourages them to go on dates while exorcising curses.”

a group of teenagers brushed past behind you, their laughter trailing down the corridor as the nearby arcade chimed and beeped with bright electronic sounds.

nobara went quiet for a moment, her brows knitting together slightly as she sipped her drink. you could almost hear the gears turning in her head.

then something clicked.

“…senpai,” she said slowly, glancing sideways at you.

you hummed absently, still fiddling with the lid of your soda.

“do you have a crush on him?”

the question hit you like a brick.

“ah— no i don’t,” you blurted quickly, the words tumbling out a little too fast. “i mean i did a long time ago but everybody knew that…”

your grip tightened around the soda cup, plastic crinkling slightly under your fingers. a thin line of sweat curled along your temple as you forced out an awkward laugh.

“plus it’s sukuna,” you added with a helpless shrug. “i mean, who hasn’t had a crush on him—”

nobara stopped walking so abruptly you nearly ran into her.

she slowly raised a hand and pointed at herself with a deadpan expression. “i haven’t.” then she wrinkled her nose in visible disgust. “neither has maki-senpai.”

her lip curled slightly as if the very idea offended her. “feels weird thinking somebody would have a crush on that barbarian of a man.”

you stared at your soda instead of her, swirling the drink gently so the ice clinked softly against the plastic.“ha-ha… yeah.” your laugh came out just a little strained.

nobara suddenly slapped a hand dramatically against her chest like she’d just realized something deeply offensive. “honestly,” she scoffed, “thinking about him getting a girlfriend before i get a boyfriend would fucking frustrate me.”

you snorted immediately. “anybody getting one before you would frustrate you, nobara.”

“BECAUSE THEY SHOULDN’T!”

her voice shot up so fast a few nearby shoppers glanced over in surprise before quickly pretending they hadn’t heard anything. a mother tugged her child along a little faster as nobara threw her hands up toward the ceiling like she was addressing the universe directly.

“such a beauty as me should not be losing to barbaric men like him— or anyone for that matter!” she continued indignantly. “men at jujutsu high are barbarians!”

you burst out laughing, the sound bubbling out of you so suddenly your chest hurt. nobara tried—tried—to maintain her serious expression, lips twitching violently for a solid two seconds before she gave up entirely.

you drifted deeper into the mall, conversation melting into easy chatter again as storefronts rolled by in a blur of color.

nobara slowed when a clothing store caught her eye. “oh,” she breathed. she drifted toward the display window like a moth toward a flame, eyes sparkling as she immediately started inspecting the outfits on the mannequins with intense interest.

“wait here,” she muttered absently, already halfway inside the store. “this place looks promising.”

you lingered just outside as shoppers flowed around you in slow waves. your gaze wandered lazily across the opposite side of the corridor.

your eyes snagged on the toy shop window.

you blinked. “…huh?”

a small display stand sat near the glass, piled high with soft pastel plushies— bears, rabbits, sleepy-looking cats.

and sitting right in the center of them was a tiny pink tiger.

you stepped closer.

the plush was small and round, with stubby legs and tiny ears. its stitched expression looked oddly grumpy, thick little eyebrows angled downward over bead-like eyes. darker stripes wrapped across its back and forehead in a pattern that looked…

strangely familiar.

you squinted.

then leaned closer to the glass.

“…gahhh…” your nose almost bumped the display window as you studied the thing like it had personally offended you.

one hand slowly came up to your chin, fingers tapping thoughtfully.

“…this reminds me of somebody…”

“who?”

the voice appeared right beside your ear; low and dangerously amused.

you jolted so violently you nearly slammed your face into the display window.

“sukuna!” you half-yelped, barely catching yourself before your voice carried across the whole corridor. the last syllable came out as a frantic whisper as your hand flew to your chest.

standing close enough that you could feel the faint warmth of his presence through the cool mall air, tall and relaxed, his hands rested comfortably in the pockets of his uniform, shoulders loose, posture lazy in the way that only someone completely unbothered by their surroundings could manage.

he looked down at you with that familiar smirk rested on his lips, though… it was noticeably gentler than the usual one he wore.

“w-what are you doing here?” you whispered urgently, already whipping your head toward the clothing store entrance.

nobara hadn’t come out yet.

thank god!

you turned back to him immediately, eyes wide.

sukuna didn’t seem remotely concerned.

“finished my mission with hakari,” he said simply.

he pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it with an idle flick of his thumb before holding the screen out between you. “your location said you were nearby,” he continued casually. “so i decided to stop by.”

your brain short-circuited.

you immediately started waving both hands at him like you were trying to shoo away a stray cat.

“you shouldn’t be here!” you hissed under your breath, “nobara is already suspicious enough— she’s been interrogating me!”

sukuna leaned one shoulder casually against the toy shop window beside you, he tilted his head slightly, watching you panic with quiet amusement dancing in his eyes.

“what did she ask you?” he sounded far too calm about this.

you groaned and dragged your hands down your face.

“if you have a crush on me,” you muttered into your palms.

you peeked at him through your fingers.

“and if i have a crush on you…”

sukuna’s eyebrow lifted slowly. “and?”

you squeezed your eyes shut. “…and my dumbass admitted i had a crush on you.” shoulders hunching as if the embarrassment might physically crush you.

the distant smell of caramel popcorn drifted through the corridor from the food court while shoppers passed by behind you, completely unaware that your social life was imploding beside a toy store window.

for a moment sukuna said nothing.

then his brow creased.

“…huh?”

he straightened slightly.

“had?”

a faint scowl tugged at his mouth, his hand moved to clutch his chest with theatrical offense.

“and here i thought my feelings were reciprocated all this time,” he sighed dramatically, leaning back against the glass like a man who had just suffered a devastating betrayal. his fingers pressed against his heart as if he might collapse at any moment.

“you wound me!”

you lowered your hands slowly and stared at him.

flat.

unimpressed.

“…i see gojo-sensei is rubbing off on you.” the words slipped out under your breath.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed slightly. “don’t compare me to that idiot.”

you were about to roll your eyes when something else caught your attention.“…wait.”

sukuna raised a brow.

you leaned closer before he could question it, eyes narrowing as you focused on the faint smear along his cheekbone.

“did you get hurt?” without thinking much about it, you quickly licked your finger and reached up to wipe it away.

his hand shot up and caught your wrist mid-air.

“ew,” he said flatly, grimacing like you’d just threatened him with poison. “get your saliva away from me.”

you stared at him in disbelief. “haaaHHH?”

your face twisted in exaggerated offense as you yanked your hand back.

“this same saliva you’re going to taste in a few hours!”

“yeah, but it’s different—!” he snapped back instinctively, scowling.

“it is literally the same!”

“the context is different!”

“that’s not how biology works!”

you huffed and stepped closer before he could keep arguing.

with a quick motion you smacked his cheek lightly, not hard, just enough to make him blink in surprise, your hand stayed there, fingers spreading as you squished his face slightly to hold him still while your other hand reached up to wipe the dried blood away properly

his lips puckered under the pressure, his scowl deepening as he glared down at you.

“unbelievable,” he muttered through the squish.

but he didn’t move.

in fact, he actually slouched a little so you could reach him easier.

the realization made you bite back a laugh.

his expression right now; puffed cheeks, annoyed glare, slouched posture. looked so ridiculously similar to the angry pink tiger plush from the toy store window that you almost lost your composure.

you wiped away the last faint smear of blood and leaned back to inspect your work. “there.”

you released his face with a satisfied nod and without much thought, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

his reaction was instant, he recoiled slightly, sticking his tongue out with exaggerated disgust as if you’d just contaminated him. “disgusting.”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you.

the mall around you hummed with life; people walking past in clusters, laughter echoing faintly from the arcade further down the hall, the distant smell of fried food and cinnamon drifting lazily from the food court.

sukuna rubbed the cheek you’d kissed with mock irritation before shoving his hands back into his pockets. “hakari keeps pestering me too, you know,” he said after a moment.

you glanced up at him. “what do you mean?”

he sighed, tilting his head back slightly as though the thought alone was exhausting. “i think he’s caught on.”

“already?”

“too much for me to even try convincing him otherwise,” he muttered. “especially when i just dipped on going back with ijichi-san and said i’d take a walk.”

his tone made the excuse sound even weaker than it already was.

he rubbed the back of his neck, irritation slipping into his expression. “i can’t do this anymore.”

you blinked.

“what?”

his gaze dropped to you, something more genuine slipping through the usual sarcasm.

“it hurts acting like we hate each other,” he admitted with a quiet exhale. then his mouth curved slightly. “when hours later i’m making love to you—”

“SUKUNA!” you smacked his shoulder and he burst out laughing immediately.

the sound was loud and bright and completely unbothered by the public setting.

before you could hit him again, his hand caught your wrist and he leaned down quickly, pressing a warm kiss against your cheek.

your skin instantly flushed pink.

 you shoved at his chest lightly, half embarrassed and half smiling. “you’re insufferable—”

“you guys…”

the voice cut through the moment like a knife.

both of you turned.

sukuna was still slightly hunched from kissing your cheek when your eyes landed on the source of the voice.

nobara stood just outside the clothing store entrance.

four shopping bags hung from her hands.

or… they had.

because the second she’d clearly processed what she’d just seen, the bags slipped from her fingers and dropped to the floor with a soft cascade of crinkling paper.

her expression was frozen somewhere between horror, betrayal, and absolute disbelief.

her eyes slowly moved between you…

your flushed cheeks.

sukuna standing way too close.

the very obvious kiss you’d just received.

the silence stretched.

then nobara inhaled slowly.

her face twisted.

“are fucking disgusting.”

𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙨!

later that evening the dorms had finally settled into the quiet lull that came after a long day of missions, lectures, and far too many people yelling in the hallways.

sukuna’s room was dim except for the soft glow of his phone and the faint wash of moonlight slipping through the half-open window. cool night air drifted inside, carrying with it the distant hum of cicadas and the muted sounds of someone walking down the hallway outside.

you were already half asleep against him.

your face was pressed into his chest, cheek warm against the fabric of his shirt while one arm was curled securely around the small pink tiger plush you had insisted on bringing back from the mall. the toy’s stitched scowl peeked out from under your arm, its angry little eyebrows somehow managing to look exactly like him even now.

sukuna had complained the entire way back. he still hadn’t convinced you to get rid of it.

his arm rested loosely around your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your upper arm while his other hand held his phone above him. the blue light reflected faintly against the ceiling as he lazily doom-scrolled through whatever nonsense appeared on his screen.

every now and then his thumb slowed, but his attention wasn’t really on the phone, it kept drifting back to you.

the soft rhythm of your breathing against his chest. the way your hair tickled his collarbone. the faint warmth of your body tucked against his side.

his fingers paused briefly, adjusting the blanket over your shoulder when it slipped.

then his phone buzzed.

the vibration was quiet, but noticeable in the still room.

a notification lit the screen.

hakari durden sent you a message!

sukuna sighed slowly through his nose.

he tapped the notification open.

the first popped up.

hakari durden: she hates you, huh?

sukuna’s eyebrow twitched.

before he could even react, another message appeared beneath it.

hakari durden: liar, liar i’ll set your fucking pants on fire!

a third bubble followed almost instantly.

hakari durden :i knew it. i fucking knew it.

sukuna stared at the screen for a long moment, his expression slowly flattening into pure annoyance.

his thumb hovered over the screen.

another message arrived.

hakari durden: also you dipped from ijichi like a guilty husband

there was a brief pause.

then:

hakari durden: next time at least try to lie better

sukuna let out a long breath through his nose, the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth despite himself.

his thumbs moved over the keyboard.

sukuna:mind your business.

the message sent.

he tossed the phone aside onto the nightstand without waiting for a response.

against his chest, you shifted slightly in your sleep, your arm tightening instinctively around the plush tiger as you murmured something unintelligible.

sukuna immediately stilled.

his hand moved back to you automatically, adjusting your position with quiet care so you settled more comfortably against him.

after a moment he shifted himself too, sliding lower against the pillows before dipping his head down into the curve of your neck.

he breathed in slowly.

your scent lingered there; faint soap, warm skin, and something that was unmistakably you.

his arm tightened slightly around your shoulders.

within minutes his breathing slowed too, the phone message forgotten on the nightstand.

sukuna had never been a very convincing actor.

especially when it came to pretending he hated you.

𝙖/𝙣 | and when you think I couldn't be more in love with him i find out about sorcerer!sukuna. i wanna post megumi but every time i end up writing about him, he feels like a ex i can't get over...

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[amourarchive]

Hii, I love your fics. They make me blush and giggle. Do you think you could do fratsukuna x yapper gf? Have a good day/night 💕💕

fratkuna and his over energetic girlfriend

pairing : sukuna x fem reader

summary: sukuna loves his quiet and peace and HATES when people invade him except you even it means u need to talk 24/7!!

genre : fluff fluffy floof

a/n : im SO SORRY i saw this request but ive highkey been on a break with writing but now im stuck in a stupid moon boot so ill be updating like for ages (i say that then i go MIA lol) hope u enjoy bb

fratkuna is the kind of guy who quite literally values silence like theres no silence tomorrow.. i mean he DOES live in a frat. the house is loud, the boys are loud, parties are loud. so whenever he finally gets a moment alone he guards it like an angry dog.

which is why everyone was confused the first time they saw you curled up beside him on the couch in the frat living room… talking nonstop.

and sukuna?

just sitting there.

letting it happen.

you ramble about EVERYTHING.

your day, the weird dream you had, some random tiktok you saw, a conspiracy about birds being government drones.

your brain moves faster than your mouth and your mouth is already going a mile a minute.

fratkuna swears he hates every moment of it.

except he doesn’t.

the boys will literally watch him glare at anyone else who makes noise while you're mid story.

he'll be like

“shut the hell up.”

“she’s talking.”

like excuse me??? since when does THE fratkuna care about someone finishing their story.

but he does.

he’ll be sitting back on the couch, arm slung around your waist while you sit half in his lap, nodding occasionally while you talk.

sometimes he’ll grunt responses like

“mhm.”

“yeah?”

“that so?”

whilst rubbing the pad of his thumb on the bare spot of skin on your back.

which his responses only encourages you more.

you’ll suddenly grab his face randomly then proceed

“AND THEN... wait babe are you even listening to me”

and fratkuna just stares at you and blinks and nods slowly.

but there’s always tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth.

the frat boys slowly realize something important.

fratkuna hates noise.

but he loves YOUR noise. even if the noise is somewhat not appropriate to hear.

you literally have zero fear of him.

none.

everyone else in the frat treats him like some terrifying demonic monster.

meanwhile you're climbing over him like he's a couch.

you’ll plop down next to him and immediately start talking about something random like

“okay wait do you think sharks know they’re sharks or do they just think they’re like… dogs of the ocean?”

“…what the hell are you talking about.”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION.”

he’ll sigh dramatically like you’re the most exhausting human alive but he always answers you anyway.

even if the questions question his sanity.

sometimes when you get really excited you talk so fast you trip over your own words.

fratkuna will literally grab your cheeks and squishing them to slow you down.

“breathe sweetheart.”

you pause for half a second.

then continue the story.

he regrets even trying.

the first time you fell asleep mid ramble was the moment the boys realised he was gone for you.

you were talking about something random.. probably a movie or some dumb drama with your friends, while lying against his chest.

your voice slowly got quieter.

slower.

then silence.

fratkuna looked down and realised you had fallen asleep mid sentence.

everyone expected him to shove you off.

instead he just adjusted you so you were more comfortable and muttered

“damn the motor finally ran outta gas.”

but his hand kept absently stroking your hair.

you’re also the ONLY person allowed to interrupt his peace and quiet times.

if someone else tries talking to him when he’s in one of his quiet moods?

death glare.

but you’ll burst into the room like

“BABE I HAVE NEWS.”

fratkuna immediately looks up.

“what."

you drag him into the most random conversations imaginable.

one time you made him debate whether cats or raccoons would win in a fight.

another time you made him rank types of bread.

he pretends to hate it but he gets weirdly invested.

“soft fluffy bread’s obviously number one.”

“THANK YOU.”

fratkuna also secretly likes listening to you because you make everything sound interesting compared to the losers he lives with.

your voice fills the silence in a way that’s not irritating.

it’s warm.

like home.

like the room feels empty when you're not there.

he’d never admit that out loud though.

sometimes when you're rambling you’ll suddenly ask

“wait… are you even listening?”

fratkuna will repeat the last five things you said word for word.

just to prove he was.

you stare at him like he hung stars.

he shrugs.

“keep talking.”

the frat boys swear the house feels different when you visit.

louder.

brighter.

happier.

and fratkuna?

the guy who supposedly hates noise…

always looks the most relaxed when you're talking his ear off.

sometimes you apologise too.

“sorry i talk so much.”

fratkuna immediately grabs your face and makes you look at him.

“don’t.”

small pause.

“house gets too damn quiet without you.”

fratkuna already knows you’re an absolute yapper.

that’s literally how he fell for you.

you talk about everything.

stories, random thoughts, things you saw online, some strange theory you came up with at 2am.

and usually?

lets you ramble while you sit in his lap or lean against his shoulder.

but the first time he hears you laughing and talking like that with another guy?

oh lord.

it happens at a frat party.

music loud, people everywhere, the house packed.

fratkuna had stepped away for maybe ten minutes to kick some people out.

when he comes back he sees you in the kitchen talking to some guy from another frat house.

and you’re doing that thing you do when you're excited.

hands moving everywhere, talking fast and laughing mid sentence

the guy is leaning against the counter looking way too entertained.

fratkuna stands in the doorway for a second just watching.

jaw tight.

because wait.

that’s HIS entertainment.

why the hell are you giving it to someone else.

the boys notice it immediately.

one of them mutters under their breath.

“uh oh.”

because sukuna looks like he’s about to start a fight over a conversation.

he walks over slowly.

you don’t even notice at first because you're mid story

“AND THEN the dog literally stole the sandwich right out of—”

suddenly a large hand lands on your waist.

firm.

pulling you back against a solid chest.

fratkuna voice right next to your ear

“you’re talkin’ a lot tonight.”

you immediately light up.

“babe! wait listen”

the other guy suddenly realizes who he's talking to.

and why the entire kitchen went quiet.

fratkuna doesn’t even look at the guy properly.

just gives him a quick glance that basically says leave or ill beat the absolute chungus life outta you.

and the guy absolutely does.

you blink, confused.

“wait where’d he go?”

fratkuna shrugs.

“probably got bored.”

you squint at him.

“did you scare him away?”

fratkuna smirks.

“maybe.”

you laugh like it’s the funniest thing ever.

which immediately melts his irritation from 100 to 0.

but now he’s clingy.

like extra clingy.

arm wrapped around your waist the rest of the night.

pulling you into his lap whenever you sit down.

tugging you closer anytime someone talks to you too long.

you notice eventually.

“kuna are you jealous?”

he scoffs instantly.

“of what.”

you grin.

“because i was talking to someone else?”

fratkuna grabs your face so you’re forced to look at him.

eyes sharp but amused.

“you can talk to whoever you want.”

pause.

“just remember who you come home with.”

you roll your eyes but kiss him anyway.

and then immediately start another random story like

“wait babe i forgot to tell you something—”

fratkuna sighs dramatically. but pulls you closer.

after all he loves his woman who speaks 25/8

[sukunasleftbanana]

angry at frat!kuna >:(

The first thing Sukuna notices is that you stop touching him.

Not dramatically. Not in a way anyone else would clock. But he notices.

Usually you’re always somewhere near him. Leaning against his shoulder while you scroll through your phone. Tugging the sleeve of his hoodie when you want his attention. Stealing fries off his tray like they legally belong to you.

Now you’re sitting across the room.

On the floor.

Back against the couch like it’s the only safe distance from him.

Sukuna watches you from the armrest where he’s sprawled, long legs stretched out, jaw tight.

You’re pretending to focus on your laptop.

Pretending very hard.

The silence drags.

He huffs. “You gonna keep acting like I killed your dog or what.”

You don’t look up.

That makes something in his chest twist unpleasantly.

Earlier at campus you’d been excited about something. Some presentation you were doing. Talking fast, hands moving around like they always do when you start rambling about nerdy stuff.

Sukuna had been tired. Annoyed. Some guy had been staring at you the whole time you talked.

So he’d said, flat and careless, “You talk too much.”

You’d gone quiet immediately.

He hadn’t meant it like that. He never means half the shit that comes out of his mouth.

But you’d just nodded and said, “Okay,” and now you’ve barely looked at him for two hours.

He pushes himself upright.

“You’re still mad?” he asks.

Nothing.

You type something on your laptop.

The clicking of the keys feels like it’s mocking him.

Sukuna glares at the back of your head. “Oi.”

Still nothing.

“Are you deaf now?”

Your shoulders shift slightly. That’s it.

That’s when irritation finally boils over.

He swings his legs off the couch and stalks over, looming behind you.

“You’re being dramatic,” he mutters.

You finally look up.

Your eyes are shiny in a way that makes his stomach drop.

"m' not,” you say quietly.

Your voice is soft, but it’s the kind of soft that means you’re actually upset.

Sukuna immediately regrets everything he’s done in the past five hours.

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, looking anywhere but directly at you.

“You’re literally ignoring me.”

“You told me I talk too much,” you reply.

Your voice cracks a little and you immediately look back down at the screen.

That does it.

Sukuna crouches down in front of you so suddenly your laptop wobbles.

“Give me that.”

Before you can protest, he gently but firmly pushes the laptop shut.

“Hey—”

“No,” he cuts in.

He’s frowning, brows pulled together like he’s trying to solve a math problem he hates.

“You’re not allowed to just ignore me.”

You blink at him. “I’m not ignoring you.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“You haven’t looked at me in two hours.”

“That’s because you said I talk too much.”

Sukuna exhales through his nose, clearly frustrated.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You literally meant it exactly like that.”

You try to reach for your laptop again, but he grabs your wrist.

Not rough. Just enough to stop you.

His grip is warm.

“You’re being annoying,” he mutters.

“You’re the one who—”

“You know I didn’t mean it.”

Your mouth snaps shut.

Because the thing is… he sounds genuinely irritated.

Not at you.

At himself.

Sukuna runs a hand through his hair.

“I was in a bad mood,” he says gruffly. “And that guy kept staring at you.”

You blink.

“What guy?”

“The idiot behind you at lunch.”

“I didn’t even notice anyone staring.”

“Yeah well I did.”

You stare at him for a second.

“…So you told me I talk too much?”

His ears are faintly red now.

“Shut up.”

A tiny bit of your anger cracks.

But you’re still upset.

“It still hurt,” you mumble.

That shuts him up immediately.

Sukuna goes quiet, eyes flicking over your face like he’s searching for something.

Then he groans softly and drops his forehead onto your shoulder.

The movement is sudden and heavy.

You freeze.

He’s half kneeling between your legs now, forehead pressed against you like he’s exhausted.

“m' bad at this,” he mutters into your hoodie.

“At what.”

“This.”

He gestures vaguely with one hand.

“Feelings and whatever.”

You huff a tiny laugh despite yourself.

He peeks up at you.

“Don’t laugh.”

“You literally insulted me and now you’re headbutting me like a sad goat.”

“Watch it.”

But he doesn’t move away.

Instead, he shifts closer until he’s sitting on the floor with you.

Your knees bump together.

There’s a long pause.

Then Sukuna nudges your shoulder with his.

“…You don’t talk too much.”

You glance at him.

His eyes are fixed stubbornly on the wall.

“I like it,” he adds, quieter.

Your heart does a stupid little flip.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

He scratches the back of his neck.

“You get all excited and start waving your hands around like an idiot.”

“That’s not a compliment.”

“It is from me.”

You try to stay mad.

You really do.

But Sukuna looks genuinely miserable.

His knee bumps yours again.

“…Stop ignoring me,” he mutters.

“I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“You were.”

“Well maybe don’t be mean.”

“I said I didn’t mean it.”

He glances at you again.

Then he suddenly reaches over and tugs your sleeve.

Not hard.

Just a small pull.

“…Talk again,” he says.

“What?”

“About the presentation thing.”

You stare at him.

“You want me to?”

He shrugs, trying to look casual.

“Yeah.”

Your voice comes out hesitant. “It’s about urban infrastructure and—”

Sukuna immediately leans back against the couch with a sigh.

“God it’s boring.”

Your eyes narrow.

“You literally just told me to talk.”

“Yeah yeah keep going.”

“You’re the worst.”

But you keep talking anyway.

And about five minutes in, you notice Sukuna slowly sliding closer until his shoulder is pressed against yours.

Then his head drops against the top of your hair.

He stays there.

Quiet.

Listening.

And when you stop mid sentence, he nudges you.

“Why’d you stop.”

“…I thought you weren’t listening.”

“Idiot,” he mutters.

His hand reaches over, tugging lightly on the hem of your hoodie.

“I am.”

this guy makes me wet i can't-😔✌️ #godplsblessmewithsukuna

[jenrites]

so i was scrolling through Google Docs and i found out I've actually written a part 2 of too little too late, but i didn't realize back then and made about you... so here's the outtake of it! masterlist

sienna. — gojo satoru.

synopsis. It's been forever since you've seen him. ever since you left, you've been succeeding in things you never expected to do. he’s also moved on. he got married and settled down from being the strongest. so, what will happen if two undestined soulmates meet?

contents. ex-fiance! gojo, angst, workaholic!reader, miscommunication,

notes. a little backstory for too little too late. made-up clan, very ooc, based on sienna - the marias

@iglb12 @pickledsoda

“I’m telling you right now she's not fit for you! the Ushariwo clan has arranged a marriage for you!”

“Oh come on! you know the situation right now, i can't just break off the engagement! “

those exact words.

the words you've overheard.

the situation right now, arranged marriage

What situation? arranged marriage? Satoru said he'd decline any given from the elders.

Why listen now?

Now, you're in the park, sitting down at a bench slumped, as snow falls slowly. The longer you sit and stare, it feels like time gets slower each time.

11 missed calls “'toru”

'toru

“Hey, where are you?”

“baabeee? “

“why is your location off? “

you can't even differentiate if he truly means it anymore, or he's just acting like this because of the situation right now.

“I'm talking a walk on the park, you can come along if you'd like”

A few minutes later, you hear heavy footsteps. You look up and see it's none other than the strongest sorcerer. “Heeeey! so why are we out here? and, here's your jacket. Why didn't you bring it? you're gonna catch a cooold” he hands you your jacket, you wear it and still sit and stare.

“Soo we just starin’ now? alright then I'll join in! “

he sits beside you and copies your pose, in an attempt to make you laugh, probably.

a few moments pass, and you decide to bring it up. “Hey toru, I'm about to ask about something. But can you be completely honest with me? “ you ask, not looking up at him. “huh yea sure why would i even lie?” He raises an eyebrow.

“i overheard you talking to someone about breaking off our engagement earlier. I didn't wanna make assumptions but what was that about? ”

“I have an answer, but I can't tell you. “ he answers slowly, fidgeting with his fingers. “why not? I'm your fiancé for God's sake. We've been together for 5 years, what is there to hide?” you start to analyze his facial expressions, searching for something—anything.

his head nods lower, “i-i can't explain it to you. you wouldn't understand. “ he avoids your gaze, clearly nervous. “Why can't you tell me? Is it because we're out here and you're scared people might hear? “ he scratches his head, “N-no, it's just that i can't—”

ring ring

his phone rings. “It's the elders”

“HAVE YOU BROKEN OFF YOUR ENGAGEMENT YET? THE USHARIWO CLAN IS DELIGHTED TO FIND OUT YOU'D LIKE TO GO ON WIT—”

Oh! Would you look at that.

fuck. he shouldn't have accepted the phone call.

[jenrites]

back to december. — gojo satoru

synopsis. It's been a couple of weeks since you've seen him. he seems to have moved on. but on the day of love, someone seems to have sent you some gifts.

contents. ex-fiance! gojo, grammatical errors, not proofread, might feel rushed. all the names here are madeup! (florist, phone number, apartment number, etc)

notes. since it's valentines day, something sparked in my mind so... i might make this a series, lmk if i should! inspired by Back To December (Taylor's Version) — Taylor Swift. part 3 of about you.

masterlist

taglist: @iglb12

6.57am

beep beep

you reach your hand towards your alarm, turning it off. it's a Saturday, why would i have work? you think, still half asleep.

"hey? hello? is anyone there?"

what. why is there a man's voice? is there an intruder? and suddenly you're wide awake looking around worried. when you glance at your phone, it wasn't an alarm. it was a phone call from an unknown number

"what the fuck? uh hello good morning may i help you?"

"hey uh good morning! this might be weird but do you live in apartment 607? so uh I'm a delivery guy but i was told i can't leave it and i have to hand it to you, is there any chance you can come out here? " you immediately get up and prepare yourself to atleast look presentable.

"uh yea sure wait up, sorry i just woke up, I'll come out in a sec! "you hang up the call and immediately brush your hair and teeth, and rush towards the door.

what the actual fuck

when you open the door, it's a suspiciously familiar man. with a delivery man uniform. he's holding a bouquet. full of fresh pink tulips, white lillies, and a big red rose in the middle.

"are you sure you have the right house sir.? " you blink up at him in confusion, smiling awkwardly. "uhh I'm not sure.. i was sent to pick these up in a florist and give them to you. I've got a letter aswell, here. " he hands you the letter. the brand 'sagurist' on the wax seal.

you gently open the seal, careful to not rip the paper in case it wasn't actually sent to you. you open one flap, trying to focus on the cursive writing.

"my undestined soulmate, ___."

you look up at the deliver guy again, he's just standing there awkwardly looking around while scratching his neck with one hand and holding the bouquet in the other.

"uh yeah this is addressed to me, but I don't have like a boyfriend or anything... do you know who like paid you to send it to me?" you try to reason with him, confused on who would send you a bouquet full of flowers.

"if you look to the floor, there's a basket full of some daily amenities and chocolate, i think? it was also addressed to you... and i know you're still confused and everything but I've got some more things to deliver and can you uh figure it out yourself...? " he smiles awkwardly pushing the bouquet towards you and blinking rapidly, trying to persuade you.

you feel bad for him so you decide to just investigate things inside, thanking him before taking the bouquet and placing it on your kitchen counter, he follows and carries the basket on the ground beside your front door, placing it beside the bouquet. "wait sorry sir, before you go can i ask something about you? " you ask him, his face confused but still allows you to. "are you a sorcerer by any chance? "

the color drains from his face.

"NO! of course not! haha what's that! " he fake laughs eyes wide trying to conceal his shock. during his fake maniacal laughter, you snap a photo of him.

"oh... alright then, i hope you have a good day, ino! "

he smiles and still fake laughs, "haha good joke! you too ma'am!" he immediately runs out your door and takes a turn towards the lift.

you shut your door, and sit facing towards the early morning suprise you have just received.

you observe the basket first. full of your favorite chocolate to eat during your period, cotton buds, a popular branded heated weighted blanket, your most expensive skincare products, a labubu/hirono, and packs of mint bubblegum, with a red ribbon to decorate the basket. you guess the letter was on the basket, seeing the empty spot on the middle.

next, you observe the flowers. fresh white lillies, pink tulips, and a massive red roses on the middle. and a stick of the florist' brand printed on. 'made by love, for your love. sagurist'. it has a phone number on the bottom right edge, you decide to give it a call. maybe it'll answer and give you the name of the sender, who knows?

beep beep

beep bee-

a sweet high pitched voice is heard on the other line, "Hello! thank you for calling sagurist, i am chiso. how may i help you today? "

"hello, I've received a bouquet from you with no sender name, can you tell me who the sender is? "

"i can help you with that! can you describe the bouquet you've received? " you hear her tapping her keyboard

"so I've received some white lillies, pink tulips, and a big red rose in the middle. "

"ah! the big red rose! so about that order, the person specifically told us to not tell you and if you called, to only tell you the meaning of the flowers! would you like me to tell you?"

"oh yea sure! " you answer, still confused and in disbelief. you have someone in mind, but you can't just immediately suspect them, right?

"so white lillies symbolizes purity, innocence, rebirth, and virtue! people usually ask for white lillies when they're trying to apologize, or get back with an ex.

pink tulips symbolize care, affection, and good wishes. we frequently have people asking for pink tulips for their "just because" bouquets cause they symbolize perfect love and deep affection towards the person they're giving it to!

a red rose? cmon now. and a BIG ONE? a red rose itself symbolizes love and romance. the flower itself looks like a big 'I LOVE YOU' sign. are you sure you don't have a boyfriend? " she explains to you, it sounds more like a rant but you get what she's saying so doesn't really matter.

"ohhh alright then... thanks a lot choso! "

"anytime! thank you for contacting sagurist! and my name is chi-"

oops, you accidentally hung up on her.

when you look around again, you spot the letter. you take it, and open it back up. oh God their writing is awful

my undestined soulmate, ___.

Happy valentines day baby! do i have permission to call you that? i hope so hehe :p i know it might seem shocking that I'm giving you this so early and that i have a wife and everything. i just wanted to say i never really got to explain the whole situation with you cause i know you'd rebel against the higher ups, and A LOT of things could've happened, and i don't believe I'm capable of saving you from the wrath they'd do.

and uh, i think writing everything is a bad idea so I'll tell you more details by call.

030 67681069 (hmu ;) )

(was) yours truly, toru.

notes. kind of rushed cz i was late and vday passed, i might actually make this a series... if i did would anyone be willing to read it? happy belated valentines day?

[jenrites]

about you. — gojo satoru

synopsis. It's been forever since things have ended between the two of you. you seem to be succeeding in things you never expected to do. he’s also moved on. word spread he got married and settled down from being the strongest. so, what will happen if two undestined soulmates meet?

contents. gojo pov, ex-fiance! reader, pet names, angst, grammatical errors, rushed?, ooc, not proofread

notes. part 2 of too little, too late. written in gojo pov. the parlor guy is still sanji btw, lol. 2nd time writing abt the jjk world so bear w me! inspired by about you — the 1975 part 3 outtake

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"hey, what do you think about 5 kids?" "why an odd number? wouldn't someone be left out?" "we can start a valorant e-sports team! i'd be head coach, of course" "well, 2 girls and 3 boys would be fair" "hmm what do you want their names to be?" "for a girl, maybe sienna, or sofia." "for a boy i want sato jr, toru jr, and saru jr." "are you kidding me right now" "no." he smiles.

he smiles thinking about the memory. its been 4 years since then. he's 'moved on' now, he's got a wife and kid at home. whom he 'loves' very much. (the kid, probably. his wife? not so sure)

he turns his car engine off, stepping out of the car and headed towards the front door of his house. he unlocks the door,

"SIENNAAAA IM HOOOOMEEEE"

he steps in—takes his shoes off, and he towards the kitchen where his wife currently is. "hey sophia, where's sienna?" he asks, opening the fridge to get a sweet treat for himself after a long day of work. "hm? she should be coming down by now, she heard your car pull up the driveway and got excited already" sophia answers—whilst chopping some sausages for tonight's dinner.

as he walks towards the dinner table, faint frantic footsteps are heard. he pretends not to hear—unboxing his mochi and taking a few bites, preparing to be 'surprised' by her.

1.

2.

3...

...

"BOO!" she appears behind his chair, screaming right directly in his ear. "HI CUPCAKE" he turns to face her, putting his mochi back into the container and places it on the table. he carries her to his lap, "did you miss me todayyy?" he asks, she pouts her lips, bringing her finger towards her chin to seem like she's thinking. "hmmm.... NO!" she giggles and her hands headed towards his mochi on the table. he pouts, "what? why notttt"

"so in school, there was this boy—" she says while smiling cheekily

"BOY? WHO?" he shrieks, shaking her—staring directly into her eyes.

sophia appear giggling, "she's got a little boyfriend at schooolll~" she teases, whlist setting the table for tonight's dinner. "did you know about this, sophia?" he asks, jaw dropping—arching his eyebrow whilst tickling a giggling sienna.

"how could i not? when i picked her up earlier today she was talking all about it. dinner today's going to take a while—i forgot to defrost the chicken. can you take her out to the park to distract her?"

"hm? sure" he sets sienna down his lap, finishes his mochi in one gulp and scoops sienna back up again. "hmm what about we go and get some kikufuku at zanji's parlor in the park? would that make you forget about himmm?" he asks, walking towards the door and searches for her shoes. she gasps, "YESSSS KIKUFUKUUUU" she excitedly puts on the shoes he's set for her and jumps while gripping on his arm.

he opens the door, then screams towards the kitchen "I'LL BE BACK AT 6PM YEAH?" sophia's head appears from the kitchen "YEAH SURE, DON'T FORGET OR THE FOOD MIGHT GET COLD—HAVE FUN YOU TWO!" he locks the door—hand in hand, the both of them walk towards the park.

they arrive at zanji's parlor. "Hey sanji bro! you got some kikufuku?" gojo asks, trying to peek behind sanji looking for the kikufuku. "it actually just came yesterday! so stocks still fresh." sanji answers, looking at the stock, " there's 5 matcha, 2 fresh cream, 3 zunda, and 1 hojicha! how much would you like?"

gojo takes his wallet out—looks down towards sienna, giving her a cheeky smile. "all of them, of course!" he hands sanji his card, puts the pin in and stuffs his wallet back in his pocket.

sanji hands them a paper bag full of goods, "Thanks for finishing my stock—i was actually worried it might not be the best quality tomorrow, hope you guys enjoy!" gojo grabs the bag—hands it to sienna and heads towards a bench.

when they're both seated—gojo takes the kikufuku out and starts eating them. sienna, beside him, is left pouting looking at gojo stuff his face with kikufuku. "i want some!" there's about 4 pieces left in the bag. gojo looks down, then back at her. "hm... you have dinner soon...." he taps his finger on his chin—pretending to think (as if he's not planning to finish them all right in her face).

"you ate 7 already! and there's only 1 hojicha! you know i like hojicha!" she bargains, pouting—hands crossed across her chest. he chuckles, "fine fine you can have the hojicha—but dont tell mommy i gave you kikufuku before dinner!" he whispers, looking around as if someone was eavesdropping them.

while looking around he spots something familiar—you. currently on zanji's dessert parlor ordering probably your favorite dessert. huh. you we're never really a sweet tooth unless something happened. he also notices you look quite sad. his posture falters, his wallet slips out of his pocket. and it opens up.

sienna notices, she picks it up and gasps, "daddy! who is this? she looks like a princess!" he peeks over to what sienna's looking at.

...

it was a photo of you. it was a photo of your vacation together to okinawa, during your 2nd anniversary. you, in a sundress smiling at the camera proudly, showing him the sandcastle you've built.

...

he freezes. something he's been trying to hide from everyone including sophia and sienna. "that is a princess! it was a princess in a movie daddy used to see—she's pretty isn't she?" he smiles, reaching for his wallet and putting it back in his pocket.

in an attempt to make her forget about it, he invites her to play hide and seek. she hides, he seeks. well, truth is he just wanted a reason to have some alone time to think about you.

"daddy's going to count to 30 okay? hide around here!" he leans on the bench. not needing to close his eyes cause sienna can't see through his black sunglasses.

when sienna runs off, his posture falters. he leans towards the bench more, spreading his legs tilting his head down, hands crossed face empty.

he glances at you, and thinks, he's felt like this before. empty. unable to do anything. there's just something about you he can't seem to remember. and everytime he does? his heart just surrenders. all back to square one. all the progress of 'moving on' from you? gone. back to 0%.

four years ago.

the door to your shared apartment unlocks. you're currently making some ramen for dinner together. "hey toru! how was the mission today? did you get me any souvenierrsss?" you ask teasingly—still stiring the ramen broth in the pot. ... "toru? you good?" you finally look at him. he looks stressed. blindfold half on, hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, eyes that used to shine a bright blue now dims. seeing his condition, you immediately turn off the stove to take a good look at him. you approach him, and bring your hands towards his forehead—making sure he's not sick, then putting them on his cheeks. "hey, are you okay?" you look around his face, trying to search for signs of anything. he leans to your touch, looks at you softly, "i-i don't think we can continue this." you freeze. eyebrows furrowed. confused. "what? what do you mean? i thought the higher ups agreed to our marriage?" you look at him, hoping he was just joking. "i-i i don't know. before i proposed i already asked for permission to marry you and settle down afterwards. i already told them i'd make heirs and train them to be a special grade sorcerer!" his whole body shaking, eyes panicking, he brings his hands on yours currently cupping his face. "t-they said they were going to arrange my marriage instead. i'm not sure with who. i don't want to. we're so close. we've got it planned and everything and now they said to just change my bride!" tears fall like raindrops from his eyes, "i've told them no and they said they'd handle you themselves if i declined. and i just dont know what to do!" his hand slither to your waist and he starts sobbing on your shoulder.

he felt something prick at his cheek. huh. probably a bug accidentally landing on me. seems wet though. maybe it pissed. oh well. he freezes. oh shit i was playing hide and seek with sienna. he stands up and starts looking around the park.

"Sienna! where are youuu, hide and seeks over now! mommy's waiting for us! "

fuck.

he freezes, mouth agape. right in front of him, you. the person who used to lay in bed and have staring contests with. the person he thinks about everywhere. the one he thinks about in the morning. the one he'd wait 500 million hours for in a park bench out on the moon.

that person. stood right infront of him.

between them?

Sienna.

a name that used to be so special to them.

sienna runs over towards him. "daddyy! look!" she points towards you, "she's soo prettyy, she looks like the princess in your wallet! " she adds, tugging his pocket, searching for his wallet.

sienna runs towards you, showing his wallet to her.

oh shit. he smiles awkwardly

"SIENNA MY WALLET! "

...

he watches the interaction between the two of you. something that was planned to happen daily. mother and daughter. something that was only planned in your heads. he reaches out towards you. instinctively.

reality hits.

it was something both of you decided to forget about. it was a mutual decision. even so, he just can't seem to forget about it.

he clears his throat, "Okay Sienna! come on now let's head back and have dinner! if you eat veggies I'll give you the kikufuku we just bought! " he says, picking her up on his shoulders.

...

"Hey daddy? "

"Yes scrumptious? "

"How does she know you? "

...

"she's just an old friend. "

he sulks, old friend my ass. she was supposed to be your mom

end note. sorry for the really late p2, ive actually forgotten about it... but ive been relapsing about my breakup and i got a reminder and a motivation to continue this lolol (the 5 kids was a reference to kyedae and tenZ cz im so sad they broke up like whattt) the sofia and sophia was intentional. i actually got the name sofia from clairo' song lol

[numbuh666]

You couldn’t stand winter.

Sure Christmas was nice and all, but this season always left you sick, feeling depressed, or slipping and falling on your ass trying to get to your car.

Seriously, how do people do it? The amount of people you’ve seen walking around in crop tops or shorts this week is ridiculous, especially your roommate Sukuna, but he’s hardly phased by anything. You could never find a sliver of warmth no matter how many layers you put on.

There were some upsides though. Winter storms. Well, technically those could be a hit or miss depending on how bad it got.

Like this one in particular.

At first things were normal with you and Sukuna going about your day as usual, minus you whining about it being too cold to go out for simple errands.

“Kuna, here’s 20 bucks. I need my ramen.” you said, reaching your arm out with the money towards him as you lounged on the couch.

“Not even going to the store,” he grumbled, not even sparing you a glance as he made his way past you.

“Pleeeaassse,”

“Should’ve gotten that while you were out,” he opens the door wide and long enough to make sure you could feel cold air, laughing as he shuts the door before you throw a pillow at him.

Just for him to get it for you anyway, much to your pleasure. It really did annoy him to end how soft he’s been on you, since you were kids. He always chalked it up to you being entertaining enough for him to stick around.

Then the storm came, but it was mostly okay at first with you celebrating not having to go to work for a couple days and binging some novels, that is until the power went out for a while, with everything else in the apartment except the heater in your room working when it came back on.

You tried to sleep it off, but your comforter and hoodie could only do so much, but at the same time you didn’t wanna sleep in the living room either. So the only reasonable thing to do was complain to your roommate about it.

You could hear him shuffling and cursing, and a few seconds later he opened the door glaring down at you.

“What?”

“My heater’s down,” you stared up at him, hands clasped behind your back.

“Do I look like the landlord to you?”

“Oh my god chill, I just need an extra blanket.”

He looks back toward his drawer, before pausing briefly as if considering something. “I haven’t gotten to my laundry yet, so there aren’t any more. So just sleep in here.”

“Wait wh—,”

“I’m not about to catch the cold you’ll get sleeping in that ice box.”

“You mean I have to sleep on the floor?”

“Who said anything about that?”

So that’s how you spent the rest of the night, curled up in his bed. It was surprisingly more comfortable than you thought, with your only complaint being how he took up most of it. Eventually you gave up trying to balance having space and not falling off, and just settled next to him as if he were some big, warm teddy bear. You wondered how someone as mean as him could be so comfy as you dozed off.

Sukuna wasn’t sure what to make of this at first, but at least you quit moving around so damn much. He kinda hoped the storm would last long if it meant having you like this every night. When he awoke the next morning, he found you still there sleeping peacefully on his arm, practically killing his blood circulation.

If only you weren’t so cute, he’d kick you out right now.

divider: @/dollywons

a/n: see how easy that was to just put in the work instead of complaining and clogging up the tags?

[cinnywinny-deactivated20260213]

Sukuna fears nothing...except choosing between pads with wings or without wings.

Sukuna is many things, but a coward is not one of them. He’s done a lot of things despite being terrified inside or way out of his depth.

Like right now.

Pain meds? Easy enough. Cranberry juice? Simple. Chocolate? He knows exactly what kind to buy.

But now…standing here in the aisle…he’s never been more confused in his fucking life.

“The hell is ‘maximum flow’ and ‘ultra heavy?’” he mutters to himself, scratching the back of his head.

Normally, he couldn’t give two shits about the intricacies of feminine hygiene and would’ve just randomly picked a box and hoped for the best, but currently you’re at home in a little ball of agony and he made the mistake of offering to get more without actually bothering to check what kind. This is a position he’s never been in before or ever though he’d be in, but… Well, this is the price of having a woman that puts up with him, he supposes.

Sukuna stares at the boxes, racking his brain as he tries to remember what it looked like. It was something he never really paid attention to, it was just…there. He didn’t want to disappoint you by coming home with the wrong thing. You put up with a lot of his bullshit, the least he could do is pick out the right pussy maintenance products.

He sighs, scrubbing a tired hand over his face. He could go to the payphone outside and call you, but it felt like admitting defeat, like saying he was too stupid and careless to know what his girlfriend puts up her hoo-hah.

“Okay, this can’t be that complicated…” he mutters once more.

The boxes were always blue, he remembers that much. He squints as he reads the labels. Light. Regular. Super. As if he’s supposed to know the difference.

You bleed a normal amount…right? At least, he was pretty sure it was normal. Probably.

He reaches for the regular, then pauses, looking between the regular and super. Was there something special about the supers? He doesn’t wanna get subpar tampons. After a moment of excruciating deliberation, he grabs the box of supers instead and tosses them in the basket.

Part one done. Part two…

Sukuna sidles over to the pads, brow creased in thought. Maximum flow…ultra heavy…regular…overnight…long… Long?

“Long?” he echoes aloud, nose scrunching. “The fuck? How big could a coochie be?”

Do it for her, he reminds himself, blocking out the other customers’ presence.

What seems like hours tick by as he examines the choices in front of him. Overnight, maybe…? You always complained about waking up to stains on the sheets…

Wings…without wings?

“What’s the point of the wings?” he puzzles. There are no pictures or any indication as to what the actual hell wings are, so he can only imagine they’re one of those ‘if you know, you know’ things.

He sighs again, checking the prices. The wings are more…so…that means they’re better?

“Should’ve just asked her to write it down,” Sukuna groans. “Damn, these things are expensive.”

Eventually he tosses the overnight with wings into his basket and calls it a day, opting for the largest box, just in case.

He sulks to the checkout line. When the cashier starts ringing everything up, the man raises a brow and looks at Sukuna. A moment of silent communication passes between them, an entire discussion conveyed in that single raised brow and a weary sigh from Sukuna. Then the cashier nods, continuing with his task.

“Did you find everything alright?” the man asks. A routine question that feels so unbearably loaded that it might as well be a gun in Sukuna’s face.

“Yeah, just fine,” Sukuna answers as casually as he can. The man nods once more.

Sukuna passes the cash, and as the man hands back his bags and change, he says, “Good luck.”

It takes all of Sukuna’s effort to not scoff, and he manages a grumbled ‘thanks’ before heading on his way.

***

You’re right where he left you, curled up with a hot water bottle pressed to your abdomen as you stare blankly at the TV.

“Don’t worry princess,” Sukuna says with a lazy smile, lifting up the bags, “your hero has returned.”

“Oh my god, thank you,” you groan from where you are.

He rolls his eyes fondly, plopping the bags in front of you before slumping into his seat. He can’t help but subtly watch you as you sift through the contents, a knot of anticipation in his chest while he awaits your judgement.

You hum at the sight of the pain meds, juice, and chocolate. And then the pads and tampons…

A flicker of surprise on your face that makes him tense.

Here it comes. 

“Aww, you got the nice ones?” you say with a smile.

“Huh?” Sukuna blinks, though inside he’s losing his mind.

“Yeah, you got the nicer brand instead of the shitty budget store ones,” you repeat.

Silence hangs in the air, Sukuna staring blankly at you. And then he shrugs, smoothing a hand through his hair.

“What can I say? I’m just that good.”

[sixxels-deactivated20260420-dea]

𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐬𝐡𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

nanami yells at his poor girlfriend for something that wasn't even her fault :( (angst to comfort!)

wc: 4k || ac: @/thatsallitcheif || based on this req !

nanami was pissed the fuck off.

not the boring kind of snappy attitude he got whenever he was forced to deal with gojo or yuji, no. he was properly upset, his anger evident in the way his temples look ten times as tense as he swings the door to your shared apartment open.

today was... rough, to say the least.

some idiot in his business class had been assigned as his partner, a group project that was supposed to show just how much attention you'd been paying to the course. y'know, something he actually gave a shit about?

and that partner, god if he wasn't a useless prick. he skipped meetings, turned in half-assed work at the checkpoints, and acted like nanami would just fix it. like this seriously didn’t matter.

and then the feedback today? oh god.

it definitely wasn't stellar, definitely not the standard nanami holds himself to. his lecturer was pointing out gaps, weak cohesion, a lack of balance. just stupid little bullshit things that weren't even his fault.

nanami had sat there, his jaw close to exploding from the way he was clenching it so tight, knowing he couldn’t say a word without sounding weird and defensive.

so yeah, he came home with bucket loads of irritation and absolutely nowhere to put it. well, yet.

he wipes a veiny hand down his face as he scuffs his shoes off at the door, praying to god that nothing else goes wrong tonight or he might actually kill someone.

as he tracks inside, what other than the kamisama kiss intro starts blaring in his ears, the happy upbeat tune dragging against his eardrums, he realllly didn't need this right now.

he peers over to the couch and spots you sitting cross legged fully engrossed in the shower.

you were cute, but to be honest, he just wanted to go to bed. so, when you whip your head around and spot that he's finally home, he braces for the impact he knows is coming.

you hop up and dart into his arms with the biggest little smile on your pretty face, you clasp your hands together behind his back and pull him in close.

"ken! i missed you." you muffle into his chest, relived to see your boyfriend after a long day of free periods at home.

he sighs through clenched teeth, then half heartedly wraps an arm around your waist before letting it drop back down and slipping from your tight grasp.

“hey,” he mumbles, already tracking halfway down the hallway, leaving his poor, pouty girlfriend standing there all confused.

he doesn't notice though, the door to the bedroom is already in his sight and he looks at it like a finish line.

you stay cemented to the wooden floor, watching with a small frown as he pads down to the bedroom.

you tell yourself not to read into it. i mean, c'mon! he probably had a long lecture, he looks exhausted, and everyone has off days, after all. even your perfect boyfriend.

you smooth it over in your head before you overthink it to the point of tears.

you turn and follow him down the hall, keeping your steps feather light as to not irritate him further. "hey, baby? i made sushi earlier,” you say softly. “it’s in the fridge. i thought you might want some when you got home?"

he stops just short of the bedroom door. not to turn to you, not to soften up and cut the foul attitude, nuh uh. just to answer dully.

“i’ll have it for lunch tomorrow,” he sighs. “m' not hungry.”

the door handle clicks open under his hand, and your chest gets all tight and uncomfortably achy. he never turns down the food you make. never. even when he’s exhausted, he always eats at least a little. he always thanks you and asks how long it took to make, then tells you it tastes good even when the rice is overcooked.

you nod even though he isn’t looking and force a brighter tone of voice. “oh, okay! that’s alright.”

he stays silent, and an old habit of filling up conversation space before it turns awkward twists around in your gut..

“um,” you start, then stop. your fingers rub together nervously as you look away from him shyly. “there’s.. uh, something else i gotta tell you.”

he turns his head slowly to face you, his expression oozing with irritation as he answers curtly, “what.”

your thoughts jump backwards to earlier that morning. you were ironing one of his more expensive shirts after it had been crinkled on the clothes line. the setting might've been too high, because the unfamiliar scent of burnt fabric started wafting into your nostrils... your heart dropped when you saw the mark.

you swallow. “i’m really sorry. i was ironing your shirt. the one you wear to class sometimes? and i didn’t realise the heat was too high and i… i messed it up.”

his expression doesn’t change yet, but you can tell some cogs are stalling and jamming in that big head of his.

“i ordered you a new one,” you rush on. “it's the same cut, the same color. it should be here in a couple of days... gosh– i'm so sorry honey, i– i know it won’t be exactly the same but i–"

“you did what.”

your words freeze up in your mouth.

“you burnt my shirt?" he spits lowly, “i told you not to iron my clothes, [name].”

your shoulders pull in. “i know. i just thought i could help. i didn’t think–"

“–clearly.”

oh.

he steps closer. not into your space, but near enough that you feel the heat and anger pulsating off of him. “do you have any idea how expensive that shirt was?"

you nod, feeling the anxiety crawl up your back and down your throat. "yes, baby... that’s why i replaced it.”

“oh, but you didn’t replace it,” he says. “you bought a different one. that's not the same thing.”

“i'm sorry,” you say quietly. “i didn't know where–”

“you never know,” he cuts in. his voice is getting louder now, he's no longer being careful with his volume. “that’s the problem, [name]. you never know, and you still insist on getting involved in all of my important shit.”

you ears begin to ring a deafening hum. this isn’t how he talks to you. not ever. he corrects you sometimes, sure. maybe he gets semi-annoyed, but even then it's very rare. but this tone, this anger? it feels so horribly wrong on him..

“I was trying to do something nice,” you mumble out softly, the nervousness you were sure you'd shaken since meeting him curling around your head and trapping you in that shy vice once more. “i.. i’m sorry i ruined your shirt, kento..”

“yeah? well sorry doesn’t fix it,” he snaps. “sorry doesn’t mean anything when you keep doing the same thing over and over.”

your lips are getting wobbly but you manage to choke out a small reply. “but.. i don’t?"

he lets out a curt, poisonous laugh. “don’t lie. you mess things up constantly. the chores, my things, the schedules. i spend half my time fixing what you fuck up.”

okay, wow. that hurt like a motherfucker. you'd always been a little insecure about the way you weren't always the best at house work, but you were trying. you were trying for him.

“I clean,” you plea. “i cook. i try to–”

“no! you try, then you do it badly,” he snaps. his voice is close to shouting now. “half the time i redo your shit because i don’t trust you to do it right the first time. i’ve told you this before, if you don’t know what you’re doing, stay out of it!"

all of this over a shirt?.. your poor mind was reeling with what ifs. what if this was him finally throwing the cat out of the bag and telling you he wanted to break up? what if this was his way of telling you he'd be better off with a girl who was more capable? what if this was all a big lead up to him telling you you were never good enough to be with such an upstanding man like him?

each cruel word from his mouth only acts as a catalyst to these thoughts. you were incompetent, useless, untrustworthy. he doesn’t say them outright, but he might as well with the way he's berating you.

you feel so small now, your clammy hands curl into themselves until your nails are leaving little moons in your skin. you don’t raise your voice at him, you don’t interrupt at all, and you most definitely don't even think of arguing back. you’ve never been good at fighting with people, especially not with him. especially not when he looks at you like you’re an obstacle he needs to kick out of the way.

“just leave everything to me, why don't you?” he continues. “obviously i don't do enough. it would be easier that way since you clearly can’t handle basic tasks without ruining shit.”

your eyes sting. you blink hard, but it doesn’t help, like, at all. the hot streaks down your flustered face is evidence of that...

this doesn’t feel real. nanami is kind, nanami is patient, nanami listens, nanami's kind. the man in front of you is mean and cruel and doesn’t seem to see you as his loving girlfriend at all.

“I didn’t mean to make things harder for you,” you whisper.

he only scoffs. “intent doesn’t matter. results do. and your results are always a fucking problem.”

you want to dissolve into a puddle on the floor, you want to curl up somewhere and hide away from this monster disguised as your once living boyfriend. you don’t defend yourself, you don’t tell him how much effort you try to put in, how careful you try to be. you don’t remind him of the mornings you wake early just to make his day smoother, you don’t point out that he never used to talk to you like this.

you just stand there, and you take it. this was so unbelievable, so new, you didn't know how else to handle it.

and he just keeps on going. every frustration from his day pours out, redirected and sharpened, pointed straight at you. the partner who didn’t pull his weight, the criticism he didn’t deserve, the sense of being judged for things outside his control. it all lands on you instead, because you’re here, because you won’t fight back, because you look like you can carry it.

and you do. for a while.

your eyes go all blurry from the way tears prick at your lids, your gaze plummets to the floor and your hands start to shake. you hate how badly you're taking this, how he can obviously see that you're terrified but he just won't stop.

after it feels like he's gotten it all outta his system, he finally stops talking. the words dry up, leaving a thick silence behind in both his throat and the air. his chest is heaving as the anger drains out, replaced by a horrible, innate awareness.

what did he just do?

his head shoots up to look at your face wet with tears, then to your hands and the way they shake, to your eyes as they dart anywhere but him. his girlfriend, his gentle girl, looking like she'd just been battered, standing there all scared..

because of him.

fuck.

he opens his mouth to say your name, to apologise, to explain, but he never gets the chance.

because you push him away before he can, your hands come up and push against his chest, not hard, but forceful enough that he gets the memo.

“don’t,” you say. your voice cracks pathetically. “just.. just leave me alone.."

then you turn and dart the rest of the way down the hall.

the bedroom door closes behind you with a soft, careful sound, like you don’t want to make anything worse, even now, after he'd just rebuilt every wall you'd managed to break down with him when it came to you opening up.

~

“my sweet girl… please open the door…”

you'd been locked away in the bed room for a little over an hour now, hiding from him.

his voice comes through the wood much softer than of the foul shit you’d heard from him tonight. he sounds worn down and stripped bare of all the angst he'd been harbouring beforehand. you sit on the edge of the bed with your knees pulled up to your chest, staring at the door with a forlorn expression.

you don’t move and you most certainly don’t answer.

from the other side of the barrier, nanami stands with his forehead pressed to the wood, feeling like every bad person in the world all at once.

“i know you don’t wanna see me,” he says quietly. “i get that. i deserve it.” he sighs softly. “but please… just listen. you don’t have to say anything. just… let me say this, sweetheart.”

you don't reply once more, the apartment feels too big and roomy without you in it, even though you’re only a few steps away.

“i’m sorry,” he huffs out quietly, his soft spoken self coming back out into the open. “i’m so fucking sorry. i should have never spoken to you like that. not ever. i don’t care how bad my day was, i don’t care how angry i felt, none of it excuses what i said to you.”

he gulps down the stinging in his lungs and persists.

“what i said was so cruel. it was disgustingly wrong. it was aimed to hurt you, and i knew that while i was doing it. and that’s the part that makes me feel sick to my stomach.”

you stay silent, but your ears are definitely pricked.

“i took everything i was feeling and i threw it at you because you were there. because you wouldn't yell back. and that’s disgusting of me.” his voice dips. “i made you feel small. i made you feel useless. i made you feel like a burden in your own home.”

you press your face into your knees. your eyes start to sting all over again.

“but baby, you are none of those things,” he says a tad louder because he needs you to hear this part clearly. “not even close. i don’t know how i let that shit come out of my mouth when the truth is the complete opposite.”

he exhales slowly, gathering himself just to let go again.

“today's class was rough. just stupid thing after another, more stupider thing.” a pause. “and i came home already angry, already looking for somewhere to drill it.”

his voice breaks a little. “and i took it out on you.”

another fill of quiet and you still don’t make a sound nor open the door.

“i love you,” he mumbles desperately. “i love you so much it seriously scares me. im not usually one for relationships, but i told myself i'd try my best with you, because you mean more to me than anyone else..." his voice cracks like he might cry. "and tonight... i acted like someone who doesn’t deserve you at all."

his forehead stays against the door and his shoulders sink.

“everything i said about you not doing enough… about you ruining things… i don’t believe any of it. not for a second. i was lashing out, i was trying to hurt something because i was hurt.”

he lets out a strangled sound that might of been a laugh if it didn’t flatline only a second after sounding.

“you cook for me every single day. you make food that reminds me to slow down and actually eat instead of skipping meals like an idiot. you clean even when i tell you not to worry about it. you organise my class notes when i forget. you remember my deadlines better than i do. you wake up early just to see me off with a smile like i’m the best part of your morning.”

your fingers shake into the blanket beneath you.

“you ironed that shirt because you wanted to help me,” he continues. “because you thought about me while i wasn’t even home. and i stood there and tore you apart for it.”

his voice drops lower. “i’m appalled by myself. truly. i never wanted to be the kind of man who raises his voice at you. i never wanted to be the reason you look scared in your own house.”

he shifts on the floor outside, the faint sound of him sitting down against the door.

“you do so much for me,” he says softly. “you do more than i made it out to look. you make this place feel like a home, you make me feel so steady when everything else is a chaotic mess. and i stood there and told you that what you do doesn't matter..."

his hand lifts and presses flat again to the door, right where your back would be if you were standing there.

“i am so, so sorry my love."

his apology pours through the door and it feels earnest and aching, but it doesn’t erase what’s already been said. the words he used still sit under your skin, sharp and lodged deep in your pumping arteries.

outside, nanami closes his eyes with a deep breath, he knows there’s no guarantee you’ll forgive him. he knows apologies don’t rewind time, and he knows he might have undone months, maybe years, of trust he'd built between the two of you, especially with such a shy girl, in a single night.

his throbbing head drifts softly to the first time he met you. you were timid, you spoke softly and avoided all of his eye contact, you were careful with everything you did. he remembers promising himself he’d never be another voice that made you shrink away like a snail into its shell.

yet tonight, he was 10x worse than that.

he stays there, back against the door, replaying every sentence he'd spat down at you. every moment he could have stopped and didn’t. every chance he had to walk away instead of cutting you down.

“i’ll wait,” he says quietly, not sure if you’re still listening. “as long as you need. i’m not going anywhere.”

...

the door clicks, then slides open gently leaving nanami's back without a rest.

"baby?" he flicks his head around, now looking up at a very sad, yet very pretty girl.

he practically jumps to his feet, flattening down his shirt and running a hand through his hair.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly like he’s afraid the question alone might do some more irreversible damage.

you can't muster up and answer, you don't try to tell him something you're not even sure of yourself, so you stay quiet looking up into his solemn eyes.

he spots a dried track of salt running down your cheek and his arm reaches up instinctively to wipe it away. after, you gently push his arm away, but too keen on him thinking he can touch you just yet.

“i’m fine,” you say. your voice is steady, even if it doesn’t quite match how you feel. “really.”

he nods, even though it’s obvious he doesn’t believe you, not one bit. he drops his hand back to his side like he’s been reminded of his place.

“i’m sorry,” he chirps again. “i know i already said it. i just… i need you to know i mean it.”

the way nanami looked right now would send your past self into a coma. he was shrunk into himself, his eyes were hollow from stressing out over you, and his voice was shaken and impossibly weak. still. even if he was sorry, the fact that he'd done what he did still remained.

“i don’t forgive you,” you say honestly.

he flinches, just a little. but he doesn’t interrupt.

“not yet,” you add. “but i don’t want to shut you out either. i just… i need some space from what you said.”

he lets out a big exhale with relief and guilt all tangled together. “that’s more than okay,” he says. “i understand, honey. completely.”

he steps forward then, giving you time to move away if you want to. when you don’t, his big, grounding arms slither around your shoulders and hold you tenderly against his chest.

you let yourself melt into him, after this hell of a night you needed some tlc, even if it was from the very root of your discomfort.

“i’m taking tomorrow off,” he says softly, chin resting near your hair. “no class, or homework, nothing. m' gonna spoil you, baby. i promise you."

you pull away to look up at him. “ken., you don’t have to do that.”

he gives a small shake of his head. “i know. this isn’t about getting back on your good side.” his mouth curves into something gentle. “i just want to. i want to spend the day with you. i want to make it a good one after all of the pain i just put you through.”

you shyly mumble, “you don’t need to spoil me.”

“yes, but i want to,” he replies simply. “please, let me.”

his hands come up to frame your face, the pass of his thumbs resting along your cheeks as he strokes lines down where your tears would of fallen.

“i hate that i made your pretty little face look like this,” he murmurs. “i hate that i put that look in your eyes. you deserve softness, my love...not that..”

your lips inch upwards into a small smile despite the situation, and you look him in the eye for half a second.

he notices right away and of course, his own smile follows gently.

“there it is,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along your flushed cheem. “that smile. i love that smile.”

he leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek, his stubble tickling your chin.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers again, another kiss following. “i’m so sorry.”

he guides you back toward the bedroom with a hand at your back, he helps you sit on the bed, then gently encourages you to lie back. his movements are nice and kind, so attentive, he’s really making sure every step feels safe and familiar.

he leans his big muscular body over yours as he peppers small kisses over your delicate skin.

“i’ll never talk to you like that again, okay?” he says quietly between kisses. “never. i don’t care what kind of day i’ve had, you are not where my anger belongs, and i am so sorry for ever getting that mixed up."

you look up at him with shiny eyes. “you.. you really scared me,” you admit.

his expression softens further, if that’s even possible at this point. “i know. and i hate that. i swear to you, i will spend every day making sure you never feel like that with me ever again.”

he presses his forehead to yours, “you’re not a burden,” he insists. “you’re not useless. you’re the best part of my life, [name]. and i am so grateful you didn’t walk away from me tonight even though you had every right to. hell, you still do."

you reach up, fingers curling lightly into his shirt. “i just… need time.”

he nods. “take all of it. anything you need. i’ll be right here.”

pulling you into his side after rolling over, his arm rests tightly around you in such a way that feels protective without being overwhelming and possessive.

“tomorrow, i’ll take you wherever you want. we’ll eat whatever you want. we’ll do whatever you want, we'll do nothing if that’s what you need.” he assures you, sighing contently into your neck.

you let go of a small "mhm." in response, your sore, puffy eyes finally starting to close.

“thank you,” you whisper.

he kisses your hair. “always.”

he might of been an asshole who misplaced his anger, and he might of been the single most asshole-ish guy in the universe tonight, but when a man like nanami makes a mistake? you best belive he never, ever makes it again.

that's why you stay curled up in his arms as he strokes your back gently. you could tell he meant every word of the apology, and you knew that this was a one time thing.

nanami wasn't the prefect boyfriend, but after that night, he promised himself he'd be the closest thing to it. for you, his sweet, gentle girl.

A/N first request done, 9 to go ! mean nanami is so yum i lava him 🤞🏼

[hushkuna]

sukuna comes home with a new haircut and you don't know how to act

“oh my god"

it’s been about 30 seconds since sukuna entered through the door. he’s barely had any time to put down his bag and give you a greetings kiss before you literally launch yourself at him.

he kissed you goodbye before going to the gym, a regular routine, usually 45 mins to an hour. today he took a little longer but you figured he grubbed with his gym bros before coming home but something better was about to unfold.

“someone’s extra jumpy” he grumbles under his breath, oblivious about what’s going on.

“are you serious?!” you shriek in delight. honestly, nothing could prepare you for what he was coming back with—a sexy mullet that quiet literally made you want to go down on him.

“i can’t tell which way you want to devour me” he says as he sees the look you have in your eyes.

“are you really asking me that…you come home all hot and sweaty, that’s already something on its own, and then u get a haircut!? it’s not even just any haircut, a fucking mullet.” there’s no way he’s going to act like this is a daily occurrence. for all the time you’ve been together, he’s maybe changed the way he got his haircut a maximum of 3 times.

“well why does that matter i just—“ he starts to trip over his words, crazy i know, but soon gets cut off as you start to pepper kisses from his jaw to his face.

“you sexy beast” you say as you break away before finally melting into his lips hungrily kissing him as he quickly adjust to the pace as you feel the tiniest smile against your lips.

“you crazy ass woman.” he tries to fight back, but the way he’s holding you says otherwise. “maybe i should keep cutting my hair like this if it means i get to come home to this hmm?” he teases.

a small whine comes out of your mouth as you chase his lips for more. “ah ah ah, slow down tiger, can’t be too selfish now, baby” you roll your eyes and tug at his hair in a playful manner. “whatever.”

he chuckles as gives you a lighthearted kiss to your temple.

he’s right where he wants to be.

hello mulletkuna nation...first time writing so it kinda suck Ok?

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[jnw1813]

You kept glancing at him.

After the eleventh glance, Sukuna sighed. "Yes, wife?"

You paused, realising you were caught. Then after a second, you turned to face him.

"I have a question." You begin, waiting for him to nod to continue. "Okay... can I paint your tattoos with sugar and then lick it off?"

Sukuna stared ahead, deadpan. Slowly, he looked down at you. "What–"

"Say no." You whisper.

His brows furrow. "Pardon?"

"Say no!" You hiss.

He just stared at you, a little confused because... why would he refuse such a request? It sounded tantalizing.

"... no." He finally said, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

You sighed dramatically. "Ah, such a shame. I suppose I'll just... lick them normally then." You say, reaching for for one of his hands.

He nearly laughed, only to stop and watch as you gently began licking his skin, nibbling and kissing his tattoos softly.

As you reached his jaw, he huffed.

"You just wished for an excuse to smother me with affection, didn't you?"

You just kissed his forehead. "Guilty as charged."

[adoring-jjk]

sukuna is jealous?

heian!sukuna feels something nasty and angering in the pit of his stomach and he doesn't know what it is. but all he feels as he watches the greenskeeper talk to you is disgust. and a desire to kill.

the lowlife has a pathetic smile on his face and glimmer in his eyes sukuna wants to snuff out for good. and you? you're giving him the time of day, for lord knows what, an irritatingly polite smile on your face as you look him in the eyes.

that peasant doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as you, let alone look you in your precious eyes. in fact, sukuna should carve his out and feed them to the birds.

you catch your husband's eye and frown in question when he snarls, his eyes even more red than usual.

you excuse yourself and go to your angry lord, placing a hand on his jaw when he continues to glare at the gardener, making the poor man trip over his own feet in fear when he notices.

you turn him to face you and he leans into your touch subconsciously, arms still crossed in annoyance.

"what's wrong?"

"why do you engage with that rat?"

"our gardener?"

"same thing."

you pause, biting your tongue. you'd rather he not refer to people that way, but you know how he is.

"i know that look in your eye." he glances down at you. your voice is soft but knowing, "are you maybe jealous?"

his eyes narrow. "i don't feel pathetic human emotions."

"he's the fifth one this month kuna."

he raises a brow, "and?"

"you can't kill him."

he snarls, "why not?"

you can tell his mind is running dozens of possibilities, the main one being that you'd maybe taken a liking to him. why else would you want to spare him?

"i talk to all the workers, you know."

"they shouldn't even have the privilege of hearing your voice."

you shake your head fondly at his ridiculousness. you lean up for a kiss which he reciprocates immediately, bending down to press his lips against yours, his arms finally unfolding to wrap around you and lift you up.

your legs wrap around his waist as he sighs, squeezing you tight as he licks into your mouth, hungry.

when you pull away, he grunts as if to say, you're not done, but you ignore it, playing with his hair to soothe and distract him. "please, my lord? at least give him another week."

he's about to retort, clearly not happy, but you kiss him before he can get a word out. "he does a good job. and he's finally got those flowers i love to bloom and stay. don't you want me to be happy?" it's a cheap shot, but it's not a lie.

sukuna's jaw clenches. he stares at you for a moment. "...fine."

your smile shines so bright it pierces through his chest. "thank you, my love." you lean in and bite his ear teasingly before you whisper, "i promise i'll make it up to you."

his hands grip you tighter in response. maybe he'll let the idiot live just a little longer.

[ryoride]

fratboy!sukuna had a very distinct wardrobe on campus, your typical brooding loner guy—complete with the tattoos & piercings. With firm muscles & tired eyes, he had a distinct look to him that no one else could quite match.

He knew dating someone with opposite... aesthetics would be visibly odd, but one thing he never expected was for you to buy him matching clothes.

Never. Not once had that thought crossed his mind.

"You got Hello Kitty PJs?" Sukuna glanced up from the carefully wrapped gift he'd ripped open. "Me... Hello Kitty."

He stopped talking upon seeing you unbuttoning your jeans, feeling his throat dry up, watching as you slowly pushed them down your thighs, revealing the soft skin.

"I got us Hello Kitty PJs, yes." You sheepishly admitted, looking away as you kicked the jeans away. "I thought they'd look cute on you."

Your fingers reached behind your couch, bending over to grab something as Sukuna cleared his throat, running a hand down his face at the sight of your panties going taut around the plump of your ass.

"You're such a tease." Sukuna groaned, biting back a smile once you pulled a bag up, showing him the dark red matching PJ bottoms you'd bought. "So I get princess pink, and you get maroon? Real nice, babe. Real nice."

"Don't be an ass, Ryo. I got you the ones that'd fit. Not my fault you're so big." You mumbled, ripping the tags off your PJs before pulling them on, the plush fabric accentuating your curves.

"Hey, and here I thought you liked me big." Sukuna rasped, undoing his belt with ease. "Better not hear any complaints again."

"I meant your muscles, asshole. You're big because of muscles." You pushed his shoulder playfully as he peeled his jeans off.

"Right, right. That's what you meant." He mused, pushing your shoulder back as his jeans slid to the floor.

"It was."

Sukuna only scoffed as he tugged the tags off his PJs before pulling them on, leaving just a sliver of the waistband of his boxers visible as he pulled his hoodie off. "So, do I still look big and scary or like a koala?"

"Big scary koala." You teased, pressing a palm to his chest as Sukuna rolled his eyes, hands finding your waist before crushing you into his chest.

"They're soft." He whispered in your ear before kissing the crown of your head. "Feels nice."

"Oh? And I thought you were mad they were princess pink." Your fingers curled around the waistband. plucking softly. "Now they're soft and feel nice?"

"Oh, shut it." He grumbled, slipping one of his warm hands just under the hem of your tank top. "I just thought it was funny you got me hot pink Hello Kitty PJs."

"Well, they look adorable on you, so I made the right choice." You pressed your lips to his shoulder, leaving a split-second-long kiss before pulling back to smile up at him.

"Yeah, yeah, we look amazing." He rasped, rubbing against your back slowly. "Next time, I'm finding us matching Kuromi PJs."

"Aw, Ryo, so you do want to match with me?" Your smile grows wider before pressing a kiss to his cheek, nudging your nose against his cheekbone.

"Obviously, I'd want to match with you." He mumbled, bumping his nose against your forehead. "You're my girlfriend. Why wouldn't I want to show off?"

"Ryo." You sighed, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "You're such a dork."

[yerrmar]

✎ᝰ.𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲

You wake up before the sun.

The frat is still dark and quiet except from the soft snores from the hard heavy body beside you. The smell of sex and beer fills your senses making your shiver in the humid room. You lie there for a second, weighing in your options, get dressed and leave not letting yourself be heartbroken by the man beside you by telling you in that sexy deep voice of his that is extra horsey when awake to leave, or stay and curl into his warm inviting chest that you had clawed with pleasure earlier.

But then you remember, you both agreed that this was a one time thing, never again would you let him touch you and see you the way that he did, that’s not what your relationship is. Your legs ache when you move them off the bed, that dull, heavy soreness that makes everything feel slower than usual because of the salmon haired man that had turned you into Bambi.

The floor is cold when you stand up, the mattress instantly shifting due to the heavy man being left on the bad alone. And he shifts awake instantly.

“Where are you going?” Sukuna’s voice comes out low and rough, still tangled in sleep, each word slow and heavy. He’d only just woke up and yet he was his usual grumpy self, the lines in his brows from furrowing them could still be seen in the dark light.

“Oh, um back to my apartment.” You said nervously, slowing picking up your clothes with your back to the intimidating man.

Sukuna frowns, his stomach churning at the idea of you leaving, but he quickly brushed that feeling aside and huffed, “Get back into bed.” You stood up straight, startled at his demand.

“Huh?” You raise your brow slowly turning to him, which you instantly regret as you feel yourself melting to the floor at the sight of him. The white crumpled sheet was laying so low on his hips, his chest was glistening with sweat running over his hard abs— and his fucking biceps unconsciously flexing as he runs his big hand over his face with frustration.

“Are you deaf, brat? Get back into bed, now.” Sukuna snaps quietly, making your legs move on instinct to get back into bed and return home into that god like chest of his.

His arm instantly slings over your hip grabbing your ass to pull you closer, melting into him and his heat. He dips his head down to your neck, inhaling your scent making his brain all blurry, the scent making him higher than any drug ever could.

Anxiety pricks at your skin, not wanting rejection or embarrassment before you fall asleep from his comfort again. “I thought you said-”

Sukuna huffs and quickly interrupts you, his hand slides up you back to tug at your hair to face him. “Ignore what I said… just… stay, I want you to stay.”

Your whole body is on fire, your heart aching with joy though you’re carful not to show it in case your big grumpy “friend” decides to change his mind. You slowly nod making Sukana grin and tut. He slowly brings his mouth to yours, it’s a gentle slow kiss, warm and unhurried as if he plans to keep you here forever, gone almost as soon as it starts.

But you don’t complain, as you’re instantly falling back to sleep. Dreaming of the salmon haired boy who’s arms your sleeping in.

[sukunasleftbanana]

lazy morning with your boyfriend sukuna

You slowly wake from your haze, suddenly aware of the heavy weight around your waist. Sukuna’s hand practically engulfs you, tightening the moment he feels you stir. “Tch,” he mutters under his breath, then curses when you keep moving, slowly slipping into consciousness himself. “Woman, stop that,” he grumbles, voice groggy and still drunk on sleep. “Baby, it’s one,” you mumble. “I don’t give a fuck,” he snaps, shifting closer and erasing what little space remained between you. He curls into your side like a damn puppy. “Kuna…” you drag out, but he only responds by nuzzling his face into your neck, clearly refusing to move—let alone let you get up. “Five more minutes.” “Ugh,” you groan, trying to peel his arms from your waist, only for him to hold on even tighter. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, rolling your eyes—earning nothing but an incoherent mumble against your neck in response. … Five minutes pass and Sukuna still hasn’t moved an inch. “Kuna, five minutes are up. Now move your ass,” you squirm, trying to escape his hold. He ignores you, still sprawled beside you with an arm slung over your waist, mumbling, “Two more minutes,” which only makes you groan louder. You know no matter what you do, this motherfucker—who you, of course, love—isn’t getting up anytime soon. And he’s clearly determined to keep you right here with him. So you do the only reasonable thing you can think of. Lying on your back, you turn your gaze toward him. He looks so peaceful in sleep, every sharp feature softened. His lashes rest against his cheeks, faintly pink, lips slightly parted. You lean closer until you’re only an inch from his face, his eyes still shut tight. Your lips brush against his slowly before you press a soft, slow, sensual kiss to his mouth. It isn’t rushed—just warm, like you’re trying to coax him awake with something you know he loves. Slowly but surely, his eyes flutter open, and his lips move against yours—except his rhythm is quicker, rougher. You giggle into his mouth, trying to pull away, but he follows you, leaning back in and kissing you harder. “Kuna—heh—stop,” you protest, but he doesn’t listen. Internally, he groans at the feeling of your mouth on his. You let him have his way until he finally pulls back for air. “Woman,” he pants, still catching his breath, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” “Alright, buddy—up we get,” you say quickly, taking your chance and bolting out of the room before he can stop you.

note: I tend to write Sukuna as a jerk in my fanfics, but I love him (hence the username), so this is me doing my man justice.

[sleepdeprivedfrfr]

౨ৎ˚₊ gamerbf!sukuna breaking his promises

“‘kuna.” you peered up at your boyfriend from where your head rested on his chest.

“hm?” sukuna hummed in response, his gaze entirely fixed on his phone.

“wanna have a movie night later? I heard Frankenstein was really good.” 

“sure.” 

he was being awfully dry, more than usual. you sat up from his chest and shot him a look, finally earning his attention.

“what?” 

“if you don’t want to have a movie night that’s fine, we can do it another day.” he couldn’t help but notice the glum look in your eyes despite your pathetic attempt to hide it. 

how dramatic. 

“what’re you on about woman? i jus’ said yes, did i not?” sukuna huffed out a breath

he watched as your eyes scanned his body in silence, he noticed how they paused at his phone, then back to his eyes. the large tattooed man let out a sigh before running a hand over his face and handing you his phone, “ s’nothin babe. the boys jus’ wanted to hop on the game tonight, told em i’d only play one game.”

you scrolled through his messages, a wave of guilt washing over. you bit your lip and handed his phone back, “you promise just one game?” 

“promise.” he mumbled with a ghost of a smile on his lips and placed a soft peck on the crown of your head before leaving the bed and heading to the living room. 

- 

“bro this is the only game yer’ ass is allowed to play and ur playin’ like dog shit.” 

“fuck does that mean gojo?” sukuna could practically hear the smirk on his face through the mic. 

“he means that mommy has you on a leash and your washed ass can only play for one game.” toji teased. 

“you got a lot of shit to say for someone with no girl jackass.” sukuna growled out. 

“relax dude, its just a game dude.” if anyone could get a reaction out of sukuna, it was gojo. 

“nah nah nah, you guys are talkin’ mad shit like i’m not carrying the fuck outta you both, check the scoreboard you dumb shits. it ain’t my fault i actually gotta girl that loves me.” sukuna snarled. 

“calm yer ass down ryomen, it was jus’ a joke.” toji snorted back.

sukuna was anything but calm now. what the fuck were they even getting at? his healthy relationship with his girlfriend? 

“seriously dude, if you really wanna back your shit run the 1v1s then.” gojo egged on. 

“bro he jus’ said he’s boutta hop off, don’t tease the puppy with a bone he cant eat.” toji snickered through the mic. 

sukuna could’ve punched his monitor right then and there, “run it. so i can shut you fuckers up.”

toji and gojo burst into laughter before starting up the game again. 

-

after 2 tough losses led to 3 straight wins, all sukuna had to say was “get shit on.” 

“yeah whatever dude, m’hopping off.” toji yawned.

“yea same— holy shit its 2 am??” gojo yelped mid yawn. 

sukunas heart dropped. how did he let three hours pass by without realizing???

fuck. 

“wait, ryomen weren’t you only supposed to play one ga—” toji was mid chuckle before sukuna cut him off. 

“fuck you losers.” sukuna didn’t even bother listening to whatever dumb remark they had to say to him, he logged out without bothering to turn off his console and practically sprinted down the hallway, his large figure almost tripping on his own feet. 

fuck fuck fuck. 

he slowly creaked open the bedroom door, part of him hoping you were still awake and the other part of him hoping you fell asleep instead of having to see the sweet groggy look you got while waiting for him. 

“babe?” his voice cracked a little at the unusually soft tone he spoke in, though it was a tone he found himself speaking in often when he was around you. his heart was racing, he didn’t like breaking his promises, especially when it came to you. why would he take a gamble at losing the one good thing in his life? he would never. 

well, not on purpose at least. 

sukuna would be lying if he said that there wasn’t a massive pit in his stomach when he saw your figure softly snoring on the bed, wrapped in one of his hoodies, and your phone in hand still playing a video you must’ve fallen asleep watching. 

he kneeled down onto the empty space beside you and carefully removed your phone, you stirred a little after feeling the bed shift causing sukuna to freeze in place. he watched closely as you adjusted yourself back into a comfortable position, your arm reached over to his side only to find it halfway empty, the sight was just too much for sukuna to bear.

“fuck m’so sorry my love.” sukuna mumbled out before dipping down onto the bed and moving his your hood out of your face. 

your eyes flutter open slowly, barely registering your clearly panicking boyfriend who is trying his hardest to play it cool. 

“‘kuna? whas wrong?” you murmur, your voice still laced with sleep. 

 “i-i uh—fuck, did’ya still wanna watch a movie?” sukuna wanted to punch himself in the face for how idiotic he was acting. 

“mmm s’okay, m’tired.” you let out a breathy string of words before your eyes began to close. 

“are you sure? cus’ ill watch one, i jus’ lost track of ti—,”

he was interrupted by your soft snores starting up once again. the large man let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair before taking his usual spot beside you and placing a soft peck on the back of your neck. “i love you. m’sorry for waking you.” 

- 

sukuna didn’t sleep a wink that night. 

he kept on replaying the interaction shared between the two of you just a few hours ago, trying to determine if you were upset or not. 

truth is, you were barely conscious. 

you stumbled down the hallway wearing nothing but shorts and sukunas oversized hoodie, early morning grogginess was still evident on your face. you normally wouldn’t be up this early, let alone be walking around the house, but you couldn’t help but follow the trail of a freshly cooked food and your missing boyfriend. you creep into the kitchen to see the dining table covered in assortments of freshly cut fruit, tea, coffee, freshly squeezed fruit juice, and so much more. 

“whats all this for?” you can't help but choke down a laugh when your boyfriend finally turns around, revealing a pink apron that did little to cover his shirtless broad frame. 

“for you. sit.” he pulls out a chair and ushers you to sit before plating a steaming hot waffle on your plate. 

“uhh did I miss an anniversary or somethin’? cus i couldve sworn that 's not for another three months ‘kuna.” you question with a mouth full of waffles.

he pauses with a pan still cooking eggs in his left hand and a spatula in his right, “wait, you aren’t mad?” 

“what? why would i be mad?” 

now it was sukunas turn to look at you like you were the crazy one. like you didn’t completely blow up on him for that one time he forgot to bring a spare towel to the beach, or when you cussed him out for being rude to waiter who was clearly flirting with you, or that one time you thought he wanted to break up because he was ‘ignoring you’ when really he just dropped his phone in the toilet. 

“ last night? when you wanted to watch a movie, but i uh— got distracted and lost track of time.” he cleared his throat ready for the string of curses he was about to get thrown his way. 

“I said that?”

he gave you a curt nod before taking a seat at the table and mentally preparing himself once again. 

“mmm I don’t remember that, I was probably half asleep.” you shrugged it off and chugged down a glass of juice. 

“yer kiddin’ me.” 

“wait is that why you did all of this? cus’ you thought I was mad?” you bit your lip all giddy, too giddy. 

“tch, a waste.” sukuna’s 6-foot-something frame was slouched against the kitchen table as he rubbed his eyes that hadn’t seen a wink of sleep, the dark circles under his eyes proving just that. 

you pouted with a mouth full of food before swallowing it down quickly and shooting up from your spot at the table to set yourself down in your boyfriends lap. 

“not a waste. i love it. and I love you for being such a good house wife.” your arms wrapped around his neck while you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“alright get off.” you held onto him even tighter as he weakly began pushing you off his lap. 

“okay okay! house husband!” you giggle out. 

sukunas head found its way into the crook of you neck leaving a trail sloppy kisses before he snorted out, “s’what i thought. now eat cus’ yer napping with me.” 

“then a movie?” 

“yes brat.”

a/n mindofrez ref, also hes so whipped/ traumatized I love him sm. this is lwk how I would picture wifekuna and sukuna before they got married tbh