JC

autism to da max (requests open) they/she/he

[jxcyt]

JXCYT intro + masterlist

HELLOOO!! My name is JC, I go by all pronouns, and I am 18+ (non-specific for privacy reasons). I've kinda just started posting what I write, so excuse me if it's shit. I always take CONSTRUCTIVE criticism

I have only written for JJK men with my favs being Toji and Sukuna>:) (I am also a selfshipper/yume with them) But I will write for anyone (that I know) multishipper, BUT NO CHILDREN X ADULTS CAUSE THAT'S WEIRD!!!

requests open!

MASTERLIST!!

fluff = ˚⟡˖

angst = ˙◠˙

suggestive = ✸

Full on smut = ᝰ🚬

multi character:

asking toji and sukuna to come home cause your bored (separately) ˚⟡˖

asking the jjk men if your too fat (chubby reader) ˚⟡˖ , ✸

the jjk men ask you out but you're all teens ˚⟡˖

Toji:

wheres the kid? ˚⟡˖ , ˙◠˙

toji as another parent on the playground (written) ˚⟡˖

Bored at the family Christmas lunch? Call Toji! (written) ˚⟡˖,✸

in love with the ghost (written) ˙◠˙

gojo:

how much longer till its midnight? ˙◠˙

how much longer till its midnight? part2 ˙◠˙

how much longer till its midnight? part 3 ˙◠˙, ˚⟡˖

Humiliating gojo (written) ᝰ🚬

sukuna:

I know what you want (frat!Kuna) ˚⟡˖, ˙◠˙

I know what you want (frat!Kuna) part 2 ˚⟡˖, ˙◠˙

I know what you want (frat!Kuna) part 3˚⟡˖, ˙◠˙

to be updated!!

[mrsblaileen]

: ̗̀➛ Glass Table Girl

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro / Fem!Reader

It’s a simple deal, really. Toji Fushiguro is the biggest player in the drug game, he’s also your favourite supplier. He brings you your fix, and you pay him back, usually from your knees. See? Simple.

warnings. crime boss/drug lord!toji x stripper!reader, intense substance abuse, cocaine, nosebleeds, blood, dumbification, dirty talk, verbal degradation, petnames, messy blowjobs, handjobs, alcohol, mentions of torture, reader has an implied addiction and toji is an enabler. nsfw 18+ mdni.

✎ Words: 2.2k | Ao3 | Masterlist

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You’d known exactly what kind of night it would end up being when your favorite customer walked through the doorway of the club. Shouldered by an escort of men in dark suits, flaunting muscles you could see even from where you were twirling up on the stage.

He’d sauntered over to the edge of the crowd like he owned the joint, and despite not being named on the lease, you knew that he pretty much did. You’d watched the low lights swing over his dark hair as you spun around and slid down to the floor in a slow, teasing split. His eyes had wandered indulgently up the length of your bare leg before they flicked up and met your gaze, shining like the flash of a predators teeth. He’d lifted a hand lazily, silver chain around his wrist glinting in the light, and curled two fingers at you in a simple beckoning motion.

That’s all it had taken. You’d slipped out back to one of the private booths as soon as your number was over. Then came the usual - a few quick lines tapped out over the glass table, his calloused fingers brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. It had hit you pretty hard, fast. And all you could really recall before you were shoved to the floor was the way the colored beams of light had caught over the wide stretch of his grin, and that little pink scar on his lip you always wanted to lick.

That’s how you’d found yourself caged between his muscled thighs, easing his thick cock out of his slacks. Your knees pressed into the carpet, stained with spilled drinks, powder, and who knew what - your body buzzing high, with a sticky need pulsing between your thighs.

It had been an hour since you’d sauntered off stage, and your legs were already aching, burned raw from the friction of the cheap carpet beneath them. The thrum of music from outside the booth did little to mask the sheer amount of noise you were making - sinful moans around a wet slurping gargle that was frankly obscene. Toji watched you through half lidded eyes, at the shape of your head bobbing, at the mix of spit and cum bubbling out from between your lips and slipping down your chin.

You were a mess. You were making a mess. But the sweet rush through your veins and the pounding of the bass in your chest made it difficult for you to care. Toji was equally unperturbed, if anything you thought he got harder on your tongue when he watched you open your jaw, stick your tongue out and lift your head back until he sprung free with a slick ‘pop’.

You sat back on your heels, one platform stiletto long since slipped from your foot and discarded somewhere behind you on the raggedy carpet of the booth. You licked your lips as if that would make a difference to the lipstick smeared halfway up your cheek, glossed with his pre-cum and your own spit. You watched your hand creep up through the swirling haze of your vision, capturing his cock in a sloppy pump as you leaned over and lowered your face once again to the little glass table beside you.

Without a word, Toji’s hand slid over the armrest of the lounge down to the tabletop, and he cut another paper thin line from the ivory powder sprinkled there with a sleek black credit card. He chuckled, a deep lazy rumble, and you felt your heart race a little as you ran your nose along the tabletop, watching your own reflection pulse over the glossy surface in time with the pounding bass.

You caught his gaze when you straightened up, sniffing, spare hand rubbing at your nose. You took a moment just to watch him, watch the steady rise and fall of his broad chest, the thin silver chain slipping down between the low cut of his button up. The veins pulsing over his toned forearm and the pale wisps of scarring painting his knuckles. His thick thighs spread, dark slacks unzipped and tugged open. The way your acrylic nails were slick and sticky, threaded with beads of pre as you fisted his cock. He watched you in return, that deep green swirling with something sharp and hungry in the low light.

You blinked slowly, licked your lips again before you craned your head forward and pressed a sultry kiss to the head of his cock. Then you peered up to catch the way the stray beams of light bounced off his clenching jaw, a little dizzy as an obscene string of saliva connected you to his length for a second before it split.

With a soft moan, you tilted your head until his length slapped against your cheekbone, face angled to press little kitten licks along the base. You nosed along leisurely before you pressed your tongue flat and carved a hot path up the under side to the tip, following the curve of the vein pulsing there. When you reached the top you rolled your tongue, suckling a little more with each sloppy kiss. Toji groaned, tucked another section of your hair into the half baked ponytail he was forming behind your head.

“Nothin’ going on in that pretty little head, huh? Just full’a cock and blow, right?” He rumbled, deep voice enough on its own to send a spatter of goosebumps cascading over your skin.

In the same motion that you nodded, you took his length back into your mouth, jaw slack and cheeks hollowed, bobbing in a slow sucking rhythm.

“Yeah…” He groaned, bucking his hips lazily to meet you. “You fuckin’ love it, don’tcha baby?”

Before you could nod again in reply, you heard it, just below the thumping techno track hammering in the distance. A quiet ‘tap tap tap’, like the drip of a leaky faucet. When you opened your eyes again, through the blur of your vision you registered a smear of something dark over his lower belly, abs stained under the pulsing lights.

“Oh, princess.” He cooed, sounding deceptively concerned. “Think you’ve had enough, hm?”

A big hand cupped your chin, grasped between his fingers as he swiped a thumb over your lip, and the digit came away smeared with red. It was then that you realized that it was blood staining you both, that your nose was bleeding. You sniffed a little, pouting.

Maybe it was the copious amount of coke you’d snorted, or the lukewarm shots you’d taken before you’d strutted out on stage, but you felt your brows furrow on the numb expanse of your face. A little spark of annoyance flared inside your chest at having been interrupted. Instead of stopping, you shook your head loose from his grip and dropped down to mouth determinedly at this cock again. When your tongue hit his skin, blood sizzled on your taste-buds, mixed with the salted musk of sweat. In that moment you thought it might have been the best thing you’d ever tasted.

Before long you were throating him again, so deeply that your nose tickled the dark swirl of hair at his base. Toji made a deep satisfied sound above you that eased into a rumbled chuckle, entirely un-phased by the blood dribbling from your nose and leaking onto his cock. As you sucked, you felt a big hand card through the sweat soaked mess of your hair.

“My greedy fuckin’ girl…” He purred, fingers tightening around a wad of your hair so he could guide your sloppy sucking. “Rather bleed out than take my cock outta your mouth for one whole minute, huh?”

You thought you went to lift your head, but the iron grip of his hand held you firmly in place, and you found yourself shoved down until you gagged. Your throat stuffed so full that tears sprang at the edges of your eyes, catching the beams of light alongside the smeared glitter of your eye shadow.

As you gargled out a choked whining sound, you realized that he’d been speaking to you for the past few minutes. And when you finally blinked up at him through your teary lashes, he smiled down at you - a mean, pointed look.

“Hear that sweetheart? You’ve blown through nearly half my supply just tonight.”

He was petting at you then, like you were a stray animal gone lame, knuckles trailing over your sticky cheek.

“Better be a good girl and make it up to me, hm?”

You found that your head was nodding, and in the next flutter of your lashes the hand tugging at your hair was gone. Instead his fingers were curled around the nape of your neck. The hold was gentle, but firm enough that the underlying threat was clear. He was giving you a tiny taste of the violence you knew he was capable of. You’d stumbled into the wrong room of his warehouse enough times to know that the threat wasn’t baseless. Head fuzzy, limbs buzzing, much too high to remember what color he’d told you the bathroom door was. You’d spun around and left as swiftly as you’d entered when your vision had finally focused, the sight within making your stomach churn. Car batteries and kiddie pools, water turned to cherry punch around some poor pushers limp ankles.

Released from his iron grip, you slid back a little and resumed your own indulgent rhythm. Hollowing your cheeks and slipping your tongue out on each lowered bob of your head to lick down the length you couldn’t quite fit inside, where your lipstick stained his cock in a sticky ring at the base. Lapping at his balls where dribbles of your spit were turning them slippery.

Suddenly you straightened up, his cock slipping from your slack jaw as you tilted your head limply toward the side table.

“More ‘ji, cut me one more, please gimme one more, jus’ one more…” You slurred, fingering absentmindedly at the drool dribbling down your chin, glassy eyes locked on the little white peaks painting the glass.

Then his thumb was pressed to your nostril, and the powder resting on the pad of his finger was beginning to turn to paste where it had mixed with your blood. You sniffed anyways, nosing at his thumb, and you heard him laugh cruelly above you.

“You’re down so fuckin’ bad for it baby, do you even know where you are right now?” He teased, voice lined thick with mocking like he just couldn’t believe you, as if he hadn’t watched the same filthy scene play out almost every time he visited the club.

Truthfully, you didn’t. Or maybe it just didn’t matter anymore. Not when he was holding you by the nape so tightly you could feel it start to bruise. Not when you couldn’t feel your face, or your throat for that matter. Not when you felt this fucking good.

“S’alright princess, don’t need to think when you’re with me.” He soothed, spare hand slipping a stray strand of sticky hair back behind your ear. “Just keep throatin’ it. Yeah, just like that.”

His hand was gripping your hair again, thick fingers laced tight as he fucked your face sloppily. Through the haze you felt his other thumb slip beneath the stretch of your upper lip, pad pressed to teeth, rubbing the remnants of powder into your gums. You moaned around his length, feeling the press of his thumb fade into a tingling pleasant numbness.

Your head was buzzing, nose rubbed raw, and you let your eyes flutter closed, relaxed into his grip. Focusing instead on the way he felt inside you - cock stuffed so deep in your throat that you weren’t even sure how you were still breathing, hell, maybe you weren’t.

When he came it was sudden, interrupting your mindless sucking with a burst of thick heat that flooded your throat. Or maybe you were just so lost in the rhythm, the taste of him so heavy and lush on your tongue, that you’d forgotten why you were even doing it in the first place.

Toji was grunting above you regardless, hips grinding until he hit the back of your throat, muttering a string of filthy curses around your name as he pulsed thick salty ropes over your tongue.

“That’s it, fuckin’ take it baby, such a good fuckin’ girl takin’ my cum.”

You swallowed mindlessly around him, and when he pulled himself from your lips, still pulsing, you stuck your tongue out to catch the drooling spurts. Toji gazed down at you with a hazy, pleased look as he painted your face. Watching his milky cum pool on the valley of your curved tongue.

You looked utterly wrecked beneath him. Eyes glossy and half-lidded, dark eye shadow tracked down your cheeks in blackened tears. Lipstick smeared over your mouth. Nose coated in a peppermint swirl of white and red, and his cum smeared over it all - laced over your wonky lashes like a sticky string of pearls. It was filthy, truly.

But despite it all he still leaned down to press a deceptively sweet kiss to your sweat soaked forehead anyway, whispering gently into your ear as he patted at your cheek.

“Swallow, princess.”

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Im sorry i just cant stop writing nasty no good very bad toji. I know people like him soft but I like him best when he’s off the fucking rails.

[madamechrissy]

love it when you hate me

You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?

pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader

warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, This chap is all sex lmao, reader has mommy issues like a mf - literally Kuna has us crawiling, LOTS of praise, fingering, fking, creampie, possessive, soft dom kuna, bratty reader - and overall freaked out, both of them are damaged asfff </3

this is fully finished, I'm sharing here weekly (six parts) <3

art in the divider is by my sweet, talented mootie @winterrbluess so go follow her rn!

<<<chap two

chap three

“You’re on time,” you glare up at him, as he checks the expensive Rolex on his watch, lips quirking up. “Good girl.”

Fuck him.

Literally, you’re going to fuck him.

Jumping on him with your arms around his neck, dragging the stupidly tall man down to you. He moans, an arm around your waist, taking you over, pressing you against the door that he quickly shuts. Your tongues fight for dominance, slipping and melding together, saliva dripping all messy.

Your core tightens as you feel his strength, feel the cold door pressing against your shoulder blades, breaths coming in quick little pants as he drinks you in, tilting his head and swallowing your desperate little cries. You hate how much you enjoyed him rubbing your hair earlier under that table, how him praising you filled some fucking void deep down.

How you want more, when he pulls back, red eyes bright and lidded, his sooty pink lashes lowering as he studies your lips, brushing his thumb across them. “You love that, huh?”

“Shut it,” you don’t admit a damn thing, when he reaches a hand and brushes your hair back gently, you tremble at the touch. “The fuck are you doing?”

“What you need,” his voice is dark and husky, grabbing your hair at the nape now, tugging it and looking down at you far too intimately. “Wanna be told what a good girl you are, don’t you?”

“I came here to fuck,” you whisper, trying not to show how badly he’s affecting you, your hands gripping his soft sweater he’s got on that looks far too good on him. “Maybe I like it okay?”

“You love it,” he kisses your lips now, hand loosening its grip and slipping down the curve of your spine. “Mmm, do you want to be good for me?”

“Fuck you - ah!” Sukuna gently smacks your cheek, shocking you with the sting, then he soothes it, smirking down at you as he watches your mouth drop open.

“No talking back,” he murmurs, thumb running soothing circles. “Admit that you want it, me to praise you for being good.”

You curse softly, shutting your eyes, thighs shifting. “You on some weird dom daddy kink?”

“No, you have mommy issues, huh brat?” He tilts his head. “Look at me.”

Your eyes flutter open, you swallow then, shifting a bit, hand gripping his shirt even tighter, the very room too small suddenly, like he’s completely filled it. “I’m looking at you.”

“Good, now answer me, you want me to, hmm?”

You nod again, he lets you go, leaving you touching your chest, feeling your racing heart fluttering, breaths coming in shaky little pants. He walks over towards the bed where the settee sits at the end of it, sitting with his legs spread wide under black slacks, leaned back. You watch him carefully, setting your purse down off your shoulder on the black nightstand.

The suite has one of those insane air conditioners that leaves the room freezing with the soft whir of the air, but all you can think of is how hot you are in that moment, how your entire body reacts to his gaze like a physical touch. “What, you want me to suck you again? You liked it.”

He chuckles at you, trying to be so tough – he knows you’ve had to be, but he sees that damage in your fucking soul, the one that matches his damn near. The kind you get from being told you’re not good enough for so many years when you’re just ‘different’. And he wants to fix it in you, what he still couldn’t fix fully in his thirties, even if it’s to show you how fucking perfect you are for a couple days.

“Come here, now.” His command is met with a little laugh, shaking your head and crossing your arms.

“You’re telling me-”

“On your knees, crawl to me.”

“Oh fuck no,” you turn and grab for your purse, one hand on the door knob. “I am not your level of freak, Sukuna.”

“No, you’re a perfect girl for me,” you tense again, hands clutching the purse and knob for dear life, pulse fluttering as your body ebbs and flows with him. “You’re going to be, at least, when you listen.”

“You can’t be serious,” you set the purse down and look back, Sukuna’s dead serious though, eyes dilated, a firm set to plump lips, tapping his thigh just a bit. “You want me to crawl?”

“I want you to listen, brat, can you?” You worry your lower lip, walking instead, until he halts you with a hand up. “Knees, show me you can listen.”

“I better get some good head for this,” you almost make him laugh, you’re so fucking cute when you sink to your knees, scooting closer on the suite floor, until you’re between his spread thighs. “There, good enough?”

“You’re listening,” he brushes your hair back again, your thighs press together with pressure, with ache and need, gasping out from the soothing touch. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

Your heart hammers in your chest. “Sukuna…”

“You are,” your lip trembles, as he keeps brushing your hair back, leaning forward just a bit, your head on his lap now. “And your mom is a jealous bitch.”

“You just want another blow job,” you mumble, but his words hit their mark, your hands gripping his thighs over the material, coming even closer.

“You’re going to make me proud tonight, yeah?”

Fuck.

You take a breath, nodding and letting him stroke your hair some more, soothingly, whispering your name softly, you look up at him when he cups your cheek, exhaling. “You’re being nice.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you nice,” he leans forward, tilting your chin up with two fingers now, studying you. “You want me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? So you can’t think?”

“Yes,” you usually have some attitude to your voice, but he’s doing too much, it’s what you need, what you crave. “I want it.”

“Look at you,” he eases you up by your throat almost gently, long tattooed hand wrapping it, making you whine out. “Stand up and take your top off.”

“You’re being bossy tonight, but I’m horny enough to go with it,” he just studies you far too seriously, you tremble when you slip up your top, throwing it on the floor behind you, baring yourself aside from a lacy bra. “What next, dom daddy huh?”

He should chuckle, but you don’t need that – he can see what you need and it’s glaringly apparent. He leans forward, grabbing his glass of whiskey off the little side table, putting it to his lips, eyes darkening as he sits back and watches you. “Take the bra off, lemme see those pretty tits without it.”

You reach around to your back, unhooking the clasps, letting it fall down to your ankles, breasts bouncing free – ones he barely saw that night. His hands tighten down on the glass, his heart racing at the sight of how fucking pretty they are, your nipples just begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.

“I’m gonna leave those bruised,” he says softly, sipping his drink again like nothing happened, looking at your flushed cheeks and glittery eyes. “I’m gonna leave you so sore you can’t sit, so full of my cum you have it dripping out at that wedding.”

You whine out and step forward, and he holds up a hand, frustrating you further. “Sukuna, just fuck me.”

“We’ll get there,” you roll your eyes and he finally smirks a bit behind his glass. “Has no one ever told you what to do?”

“No one, you’re lucky your dick is so big, or I’d bounce out of here,” you cross your arms a bit over your body.

“Arms down, take off the skirt.”

You feel a little exposed when you do that, just left in a pair of lacy panties and nothing else, but you keep your arms down, just standing there as he downs the rest of his whiskey, adam’s apple bobbing. You’ve never felt just so naked than in that moment, as his eyes devour you and damn near worshiping you, he sets the glass down with a gentle clip, just a bit spilling down his chin.

“Come clean me up, pretty little slut,” you scoff, but you’re walking towards him, cupping his face and leaning down, lapping at his jaw with your tongue and tasting the sweet bourbon, exhaling when his big hands grip your bare waist. “Let me see you.”

You’re quiet, it’s not like you, but you want to listen to him, want him to tell you what to do, to praise you when you listen, which he does by running his hands up to your waist, gripping under your breasts. He moans, kissing across each one hungrily, until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth, tugging you between his spread thighs.

“Mnh!” Your hands entangle in his locks now, while he guides you to sit on his thigh, straddling it – your cunt dripping against the cotton gusset of those panties, making them sticky against your cunt. You shift, so needy, it feels too good.

“Go ahead, hump it like a desperate little whore,” his words give you fucking whiplash. “Tits so perfect.”

“Are y-you bipolar or fucking insane?” You manage to whisper, earning a sharp smack to your thigh. “Ah!”

“Both,” he admits, voice husky. His eyes are dangerous when they look up at you again, tongue long while it laps your puffy nipple. “Are you asking me if I’m mentally damaged like you?”

“Maybe,” you’re moving without consciously thinking, rolling your hips and gasping out. “I’m not doing this because you said so.”

“Of course you are,” you glare again, but you’re lost in how good his thigh feels. “Like a desperate bitch in heat.”

You smack the fuck out of Sukuna’s cheek.

He grins.

He is psychotic.

“Cute,” he murmurs, gripping your wrist and twisting it behind your back, standing with you like that and his other arm lifting you. He walks behind you now, guiding you to the bed. “Go on, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

“Call me a bitch again and I’ll bite your dick,” he chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, lips on your ear as his lips brush your ear.

“On the bed.”

You crawl onto it, trembling and aching, he exhales at the sight of you like this, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Panties down.”

“You’re annoying, did you do this with mom?” You taunt, slipping them down your thighs and peering back at him, lips parted with desire, seeing him shirtless now – it’s been years, you were barely out of high school when he dated her.

“No,” his soft answer surprises you, his shirt falling and revealing those chiseled muscles, cut completely, strong pecs and thick muscled biceps with black tattoos following the angles of his body. Your cunt is visibly soaked, he moans at the sight of it, undoing his belt. “She wasn’t good for me, but you are, hmm?”

“You love to hit my issues,” you bury your face against the blanket, hearing the click of the metal buckle, the weight of it falling and landing on the soft carpet below. “Next you’ll tell me to call you 'daddy.'”

“You probably will, but just because you’re fucked up,” you scoff, going to push up on your hands, when he slides two fingers down your dripping slit, and shoves your head back down into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I love how fucked up you are.”

“Ah!” He’s shoved two thick long fingers, nails painted black but blunt as not to hurt you, instead you just feel all the pressure, whining out and soaking his hand, thighs trembling violently. “Ngh…”

“You’re soaked already, huh? Why don’t you show me how much you can really arch that ass, brat,” he smacks each ass cheek hard, pressing up on your spot and blinding you with the intensity. “Listen and be good.”

You arch up high, pressing your hips up, earning his groan of satisfaction, as he starts working you with two fingers, you feel the heaviness of his thick cock hot against your thigh. He presses his lips between your shoulder blades, trailing hot lips across your skin, burning it, making you grip his fingers tighter.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he whispers out, biting at your shoulder as he sinks his fingers deeper into your cunt, so long they almost hit your cervix, so intense you feel that pressure. “Gonna ruin you for anyone, how about that? No one will make you fucking squirt, you’ll just picture me.”

“Psycho,” he chuckles again, but you’re arching higher, pressing your hips back against his fingers, desperate for more of it, turning your face to meet his ruby red gaze. “You’re the one who’s gonna be ruined, can’t handle my pussy can you?”

He scoffs, curling his fingers inside you and pressing that spot over and over, scissoring them in and out of your cunt. “So fucking messy, hear how loud your needy cunt is?”

“Then fuck me already!” His laugh is gonna make you lose it, your hands clinging to the blankets. “God, put it in.”

“We’ll get there,” he’s yanked his fingers out now, running them up and down your slit, teeth biting even harder on your neck, groaning as he feels your slick start to just drool out of your hole, spreading you wide. “Fuck, look at your pretty cunt, ass arched for me.”

You’re shivering and twitching as he toys with you, before he starts scissoring them so fast you can’t take it, gasping and screaming out against the blankets your cheek is pressed against, shaking with need – deep and hot. “Sukuna… will you just fuck me, god…”

 “Always so fucking mouthy,” he’s not stopping at all, one big hand pressing the small of your back, his heavy weight on you, fingers relentless as you feel so much pressure you can’t take it. “Gonna squirt all over the bed, aren’t ya? Your mom never did that you know, guess her daughter is sluttier than her.”

“Fuck off,” you’re so into it that it’s concerning, and he’s groaning as he feels gummy walls flutter, so he grins, honing in on it.

“Prettier.”

“Psycho...” You’re eating it up, the mix of his praise with his rough fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot over and over, your head falls back, shaking with the need he’s building.

“Tighter,” you grip him in response as he leaks precum in messy white strings down to the bed beneath you both, a hand landing on one side of your face as he arches his forearm just so. “Go ahead, make a fuckin’ mess, you want to don’t you? Do better than she does.”

“You’re a dick, I swear I hate you… ah!” You’re about to lose all your sense the way he talks, his mean whisper in your ear tickling the skin, heavy body leaned over your back, working relentlessly and mean in your hole.

“You are better, already,” you curse him internally, looking at him with lidded eyes as he kisses up your neck.

“Please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want, slutty little brat.”

“You,” you gasp, arching your back higher, so much your spine curves perfectly, ass pressing against him, the sounds of his fingers fucking filthy. “I w-want you.”

“Then cum.”

“Not l-listening to you - ngh!” Sukuna curls them meanly, and you’re doing just as he said, squirting and making a mess, pouring down his hand, the sight so perfect he audibly groans. “F-fuck, fuck, fuuuck…”

It’s the only word you can come up with, eyes rolled back in your skull, struggling to cling to anything with how sensitive you are. Sukuna moves his fingers still, but slower, like he wants to elicit every drop.

“You love hearing how much better you are than her,” his words make you angry, teeth sinking into your neck with his sharp ass canines, still massaging that spot when he pulls back, licking the teeth indentations and making you jerk. “Damaged little girl, you made such a mess again.”

“Mnh…” You’re done arguing, you just want his cock inside you. “In me, please…. Please…”

“Beggin’ for me? Ah, what a good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers slowly, knowing how much you love it now, using it sadistically. The noise of his thick fingers pulling out of your suctioned little hole are messy, he looks at them and sees them coated, moaning. “Look at that.”

He tugs your head up by the nape of your neck, cupping your face, seeing the marks from the bed and tears down your cheeks. You’re so pretty like that it makes him fucking ache in ways he sure isn’t going to admit or acknowledge fully just yet, how can he even articulate how badly he wants you, needs you? 

He wants you to feel perfect.

“Taste how sweet your pussy is,” he murmurs, putting his fingertips to your lips, running them over until they’re glossy. “You know you wanna listen t’me, huh? Open.”

You open eagerly, a woman who’s not been submissive a day in your life, no you ride dick, you suck it and relish on making men cum quick, yet right now you just want to let him rail every thought out of your head. You suck your mess off his fingers, dripping with gossamer strands of slick, whining out as his eyelids lower, and you feel his heavy, thick cock against your back.

“That’s it, you’re listening so well,” he cooes those words, knowing they’re making their mark, he kisses your cunt off you with messy strokes of his tongue, groaning and dragging you against him, cock fucking between your thighs, barely brushing up and down your slit. “God, I could cum like this.”

“N-no, in me…” He sighs, kissing you once more, swapping your flavor across your taste-buds.

“You’ve been good, so I’ll give it to you, greedy little slut,” you’re shaking in need when he presses you forward again. “You can arch more, c'mon.”

“Want me to break my spine!? J-just put your dick in me…” You grumble, he’s exhaling as he spreads your cheeks, your puffy lips drooling and already twitching, waiting for him inside you.

“Just like that,” Sukuna grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the meat of your flesh as he presses the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance, sucking him in already. He groans, pressing forward slowly, inch by inch like he wants to just torture you, stretching you wide. “You feel s’good grippin’ me like that, like you’re trying to fucking milk me.”

You gasp out – already so sensitive from squirting, from his fingers stretching you, now he is easing more and more inside you, when you want all of him. “More, f-fuck…”

“Cunt is slutty,” he huffs, spreading your ass cheeks again to eye that puckered tiny hole right above where his cock is stretching you out, groaning softly. “Take more if you want it, huh?”

You listen, pressing back against him, your eyes squeezed shut as arousal slips down your legs, making his heavy balls thwap with every stroke. He spits a stripe of bubbly saliva down to your ass, slipping his thumb and making you tense, he chuckles all husky, pressing in deeper, and it feels too fucking good, him sinking deeper, your head falls back as you scream out.

“That’s something I didn’t do with mommy dearest,” he murmurs, you breathlessly giggle, looking back over your shoulder, while his cock starts to move inside your walls, the thumb stretching your other hole with a sweet burn.

“Stop making me like you,” your whisper earns his smirk again. “You’re not getting in there.”

“I’d ruin this little hole,” he muses, sinking more and more of that cock through your small little cunt, watching how pretty it looks as it disappears inside of you, exhaling. “Look at you.”

His words hit, even with the strokes going a little faster, he’s still not shoving it all, making you cry out – “more” – and that’s when Sukuna gives it to you.

“Yeah, need me to bottom out, bratty little slut?” He is filling you completely now, you scream hoarsely, as he starts pressing against your cervix, one hand on your hip, the other entangled in your hair. “Beg me to move then.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll stay right here.” You hate his dumb ass power play, his push and pull, addictive like the cock splitting your drippy wet cunt open. “Aw, you’re so cute, wiggling around like that.”

“Sukuna!”

“Beg,” he leans low, tugging your head up now, buried deep inside you but completely unmoving, his breath hot against your neck. “Beg for me to ruin your pretty little cunt.”

You huff, and you hate his dumb grin and slutty raised eyebrows, you want to smack his face as much as you want his cock to ruin you, shaking your head instead, earning a sharp thrust that hurts. You’re arching and trying to make him move, but he’s got you pinned down, arms wrapped so tightly you can’t breathe.

“Little brat, needed to learn manners, but mom was too much of a bitch, huh?” You’re nodding desperately, letting Sukuna take you over, your mind, body, cunt all reacting to him in an insanity. “Beg.”

“Please…” You say it through gritted teeth, his satisfied groan echoes as he kisses you, wrapping all around you even tighter.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling back slowly before thrusting deep again, drawing a sharp cry from your swollen lips, your nails pressing into his thighs as he fucks you up on his knees, shoving you back down. “Like you’re made for it.”

Sukuna’s hands slide up your back, pressing you down into the mattress hard again, arching your spine impossibly higher to where you feel it’ll break. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, each one making you weak, dizzy, shaking as he moves with his hips slamming, the smacks and wet noises mingling with cries muffled against the soft blankets.

“Takin’ me better than she could.”

The mention of her sends a jolt through you, so sharp and filthy. You are whimpering, clenching around his thick invasion, wanting more. His fingers tighten on your hips, leaning over you, the weight pressing you down. He wraps a hand around your throat, turning your chin to face him now, eyes gone completely black, his cheeks flushed with the same shade as his hair.

“I’ll fuck every insecurity away,” he whispers, and that’s when it’s too much, his big hand choking gently, tilting you up for a kiss, prone over you now. It’s so intimate it takes your breath, your other hand entwining under his as he moves his cock in your gummy walls. “Shouldn’t have any, fuck her for that.”

“You are fucking me,” he smirks and you giggle, tears pricking your eyes from pleasure and something deep you don’t want to admit. “What would she say?”

“Something bitchy, but I’d let her know you’re tighter, wetter, prettier –” You start shattering then, and he sucks in a breath, orgasm so intense it’s pushing him over the edge, watching your face contort in pleasure. His hand tightens just a bit, kissing and whispering against your lips. “Damaged little thing.”

“Mnh…” You’re lost now, pushed off the edge, he’s dragging his cock head against your spot again, eliciting more and more pleasure, pulsing inside you.

“Gonna cum so deep, fill you all up, slutty little girl she wants it so bad, to be filled by me huh?”

You’re done lying, you just nod and Sukuna pumps you full as promised, so much it’s already falling out, his groans drank by your lips, choking you so hard you’re hardly able to keep conscious. Huge hands on a delicate neck, thick lengthy cock ruining your little hole, he’s just so big everywhere, even his body on you.

“Took all that cum, huh?” He’s taunting you later when you’re slumped over, and he’s stroking your spine gently, pressing kisses up sweat soaked skin. “Think you gripped me more when I brought her up.”

You don’t say anything, not when he tugs you into his hold even though you were going to try to leave, you instead let him hold you, mind racing, it feels too good in his arms, dripping his cum out in trickles down a muscled thigh, rough hands seemingly gentle and soothing.

“You did such a good job for me,” he says, maybe to be sexy or tease, but it’s overwhelming, as you bury your face, tears slipping.

You’re crying then, and rather than make fun of you as you expect, he lets you, holding you tight and kissing your lips, and you realize then it’s not just sex, as much as you fucking wish it was. When he’s holding you and you’re trying to catch your breath, and soon you’re curled next to him, eyes heavy, cheek resting on his hot chest with his slow, thudding heartbeat.

"Too much?" He asks then, concern in his gaze, but you shake your head.

"No. Not at all..." You lean up just a bit, fingers idly moving across his chest. "It was just intense."

"Yeah..." He breathes out those soft words, unsure of what too say, swiping your tears and studying you.

"I should go,” you yawn and say, eyes heavy. Sukuna is used to telling women to leave or at least not caring if they do. “I have a bunch of shit to do tomorrow, and the bachelorette party.”

“Yeah, gonna have some male stripper on you?” You look up, he swipes at dried up tears now. “Little crybaby.”

“Shut up,” you lean up a bit, hair falling like a curtain down the side of your face, exhaling as you drink in the sight of him. “Would you be mad if I did?”

“Nah, why would I be?” He’s tense though, your eyes locked on each other, breaths mingling together – his whiskey, yours something sweet he can’t quite place. It’s just you.

He’d hate someone on you.

“Well I’ll get a good lap dance then,” you’re so mean to him, really, he scowls as you giggle. “Maybe I’ll get drunk, it’s kinda my M.O.”

“Yeah, fuck what they think,” he brushes a hand through your locks now, carefully studying you.

“That’s sweet?”

“You’re worse than they know.”

“Sukuna!” He’s chuckling now, dragging you down for a kiss, moaning as you bite the fuck out of his lower lip, his cock already twitching, still sticky from you.

“You are,” his big hand slips down the curve of your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’re fucking your ‘almost former stepdad’ you know.”

“Almost former,” you snort, bulling back and seeing his lower lip is swollen. “I should do worse, fuck an actual one.”

“Yeah, you’re slacking really as the family disappointment,” he teases, and suddenly it’s quiet. “I could give tips.”

You blink in confusion, and watch as Sukuna’s jaw sets a bit, his hard body tensing. “You? Don’t you run the family company and do insane business? Like you’re rich.”

“Yeah, I’m rich…” the tone in his voice is clear, your heart aches for him in that moment, you know it’s dangerous to care for something that is so fleeting. “Doesn’t mean I’m not also a family disappointment.”

“Well… forget this okay?”

“Forget what, brat?”

You cup his face gently, leaning low, lips brushing against his, big hands wrap your waist tightly. “You’re far from disappointing, in any way at all, the opposite of it.”

It’s quiet, the two of you looking at each other, vulnerable and open, like you both have opened some small little part of your damaged souls. He says nothing in response, just eyeing you instead, tugging you against his hot body until you feel so overheated, so dizzy and weak, every inch of you reacting to him.

“Want me to forget you saying that?” His voice is hoarse and rough, you look down then, sighing and shaking your head.

“No, just forget I’m being nice, and I’ll forget you are…”

“Nice huh? Just wrecked your cunt,” you flush at that, glaring again. “There’s the mean little scowl.”

“I need to go…”

“No.”

“No!?” He yanks you on him now, your hands land on his chest, thighs straddling his lower abdomen, pressing against either side as you drip cum, it pools down under his belly button, slick against the soft pink hair until it’s shimmering and flat. “Sukuna, I should get back.”

“Not done with you,” he lifts you like you’re nothing, lining his tip up with your sore hole, using all his cum sliding out to press in with ease, but you cry out at the sharp sting, walls rubbed raw already. “Can’t take another round, huh?”

“I c-can,” you never back down from a challenge, he can’t help but smirk as you try to take him, and he watches his veiny cock split you apart, bulging your tummy with his size. He groans at the sight, lifting you up and down, making your head fall forward, arms shaking. “Ngh!”

“Can’t even move? Pathetic little girl,” he’s murmuring it like a caress, lifting and dragging you down until he bottoms out as much as he can, you’re gushing and clenching him, taking shaky little breaths that come out in pants. “Need me to use you like a toy, a cocksleeve huh? Fuck doll, that’s what you are.”

“Use me,” he moans as you whisper it.

“Lean forward.” You effortlessly obey, making him smirk, as he puts the flats of his feet on the mattress and slams up, grabbing your ass and using you. “Listening finally.”

“Fuck off…” He chuckles, but you’re both whimpering when he moves. “Oh… Sukuna…”

God when you say his name he loses it.

“That’s it, lemme use you till I cum,” he’s groaning out, while you cling to his neck, kissing your lips brutal just like his grip on your ass, bruising and leaving fingerprints while his cock wrecks your sore cunt. “Can’t help yourself, so cock thirsty, huh?”

“Sh-shut up - ah!” Sukuna slams his cock deep, you whimper at the pain and pleasure of nine inches splitting you open, burying your face against his neck as he just grins psychotically.

That’s when the door knocks.

“Shit…” You curse, panicking, but he drags you back down, your eyes narrow at  him. “Let go, what if it’s-”

“Ryo…”

It’s your mom.

“Shit, shit, shit…” He’s grumbling now, shoving up one more time, smirking at your fucked out face. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“I’m kinda tired…” He manages not to groan, still fucking into your cunt, hole gripping him so tightly it’s already milking him for his cum, pumping hot and throbbing, while white streaks are already slipping down.

“Just a minute, I needed to ask a favor.”

“Fuck… I gotta hide you, slutty brat. What will mom say?” You laugh breathlessly, easing weakly off him, cunt throbbing. Sukuna catches sight of it all slippery and messy, falling down his length, he softly moans.

“Ryo?”

“Just a second,” he throws you down, lapping a messy stripe up your slit, you slam a hand on your mouth, sensitive and writhing. “Fuck, taste us together…”

“Sukuna!” You’re whispering and crying out as he devours you.

“Huh?” You hear her voice and slam your mouth shut.

“Mnh, nothing… hold on…” He slurps more of his cum up, leaning over you now and spitting it in a mouth he doesn’t even have to ask to open, he just grips your jaw and you do it. “Good girl.”

“Better not call her that,” you whisper with a glare, he chuckles and kisses you messy. “I’ll hide in the bathroom, if I hear you two fuck…”

“You think I would?” He raises a brow, making you flush. “Think I’d kiss her with your cum all over my mouth? Filthy brat.”

“I didn’t think that!?” You shove at him, grabbing your clothes and purse just in case, even your shoes, running to the bathroom as he smirks at you, throwing on some pants quickly. “Put on a shirt, whore.”

He snorts and grabs one, as you hide in the bathroom, heart racing at the panic of being caught, hearing your bitch mom’s voice at the door.

Just how were you getting out of this?

hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story fully to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3

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[jxcyt]

i know what you want

Frat!sukuna x chubby!reader (no use of y/n, friendly reminder this is not ai, if you ask to be tagged just know you are replying is getting hard:(, second to last part(I think), reader is CRIMINALLY insecure, kinda cringey I got too into my inner white girl movie, sukuna a little ooc but if he's not murdering you he is out of character)

(part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4)

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[jxcyt]

one time I gooned to Sukuna's picture and comes hard. But I tknow you find this because it'll be buried under your messages— ANYWAYS I LUV YOUR STUFF 😚😚

this was my second message btw........

also same

[sukunahs]

sweet tooth | ryomen sukuna

finale: wound up with a purpose

pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (university au)

summary: sukuna has a notorious reputation on campus of being terrifying, but it's hard to be too scared of the guy when he shows up to your family’s failing bakery every day to buy strawberry shortbread.

when your life feels like its falling apart you discover just how sweet he can be.

word count: 5.7k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, university au, FLUFF, angst, humor, slow burn, idiots in love, miscommunication, parental illness, grief, toxic ex-bf, reference to past sexual coercion/assault, stress and overwork, introverted reader, panic attacks, anxiety, loss of a parent

a/n: sorry for making you all wait for so long, I hope you enjoy the final chapter of these babies

series masterlist | ao3 | previous chapter (ch16)

“Maybe I should just forget it.” Your voice was quivering as you stared down at the notes laid out before you. The words had started to jumble together on the page, creating an incomprehensible mess.

“Huh?” 

Sukuna glanced over at you, red eyes alight with surprise. The two of you had been sitting in silence for the last few hours, completely absorbed in your own tasks. You’d been desperately trying to cram as much information as possible into your head before your upcoming exams, while Sukuna had been fixated on playing Disco Elysium. 

Considering that you both had final exams in the coming days, your general demeanours couldn't be further apart. 

Sukuna seemed genuinely unconcerned by any pressure, certain that he could study the night before and pass, seeing no merit in fretting the way that you currently were. Meanwhile, you’d reached the point where you were certain you’d already run out of time, and were ultimately doomed to failure. 

Even though you’d diligently kept up with your studies during your time in Kyushu, you were certain that it hadn’t been enough. Missing out on smaller seminars and workshops by studying remotely was practically a death sentence in your area of study. 

Might as well just give up now because you were fucked. 

“I’m going to have to re-do the year anyway, why am I trying so hard to fail?” 

Sukuna frowned, pausing his game and moving to linger next to the bed you were currently laying on. You were propped up on your elbows, lip quivering as you continued to look at your notes, afraid that if you glanced at Sukuna you’d instantly burst into tears. 

He had that effect on you. If you were ever feeling low his comforting presence would always bring out the waterworks - sometimes it was annoying how ineffective you were at holding yourself together whenever he’d show you the smallest shred of concern. 

“You’re like the smartest person I know,” Sukuna said softly, his form casting a shadow over you. “I don’t think you could fail if you tried.” 

“You called me stupid the other day.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes. 

“Yeah, because for someone so smart, you can be really dumb.” The bed creaked beneath his weight as he took a seat beside you, warmth radiating off his body. “Always coming up with silly ideas like how you’re gonna fail, when we both know that’s not happening.” 

“It might-” you started, turning to finally look at him. Just as you’d expected, the sight of his concerned expression had you choking on your words, eyes instantly growing watery. 

“Come here, baby.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest. You let the warmth of his hoodie encase you, tears finally spilling over once you were secure within his embrace.

“I’m gonna fail- I can’t- I’m just too far behind.” 

“Baby, you’ve been studying for weeks now. When was the last time you took a break outside of grabbing a few hours of sleep?” He had a point, and it wasn’t like you could dismiss that with a lie when you’d literally been studying in his room - he could see plain as day that you’d barely been taking breaks. 

If he knew how little sleep you’d been getting while he was off away in dreamland, he’d probably be even more frustrated with you. 

“I don’t have time,” you mumbled into his hoodie.

“You’ve studied more than literally anyone I know. You have time.” Gently peeling you away from the safety of his hoodie, a hand came to rest below your chin, tilting your face up to make you look at him properly. “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.” 

“It’s like 11pm already,” you mumbled. 

“So? Doesn’t look like you were planning on sleeping any time soon anyway.” He stood up and tossed a coat in your direction. “Put that on, I don’t want you catching a cold.” 

Knowing that he was probably right, and that it was pointless to oppose him whenever he set his mind to looking after you, you pulled the jacket on as asked. You found that your tears were already drying by the time you were appropriately togged up for the weather, giggling as Sukuna pushed a beanie onto your head.

“Perfect. Aren’t you just adorable?” He cooed, before flicking you softly in the forehead and ushering you out of his room. 

The house was silent as the two of you headed out into the night. Choso was probably staying over at Yuki’s place, and Sukuna had mentioned that Toji had been seeing someone lately and was likely spending the night with her. It was a little strange to not hear the ambient noise of one of the two other boys milling around - you’d become accustomed to their presence over the last few weeks. 

Not quite sure what Sukuna had in mind in terms of a destination, you let yourself be led along beside him, basking in the warmth of his hand tangled with yours. Even if his presence still had your heart pounding, you’d gotten to the point where being with him felt easy and comfortable, no longer anxious about what he might think of you. 

Because you knew that he loved you. 

He’d proved it over and over again. 

You’d shown him all of your worst sides - he’d seen you at your most stressed, most anxious, most grief stricken - and he’d still stuck with you, rewarding you with that gentle affection that was reserved exclusively for his precious girlfriend. 

“I think you’d like the game I’m playing right now,” he said, filling the comfortable silence as you wandered together, enjoying the night air. “Once exams are done you should play it. I’d find it funny to watch which choices you’d pick.” 

You had to admit that your interest had been piqued by the game he was currently fixated on, but you’d been too focussed on your revision to really pay attention. “You’ll make fun of me though,” you said with a pout, recalling how hard he’d laughed when the two of you had played PEAK together.

A smile lit up his face, clearly recalling the same memory. “There’s no actual gameplay in this one, it's all just pointing and clicking. I really think you’d love it.” Sukuna went on to explain the outline of Disco Elysium and its overall appeal, only faltering when the two of you passed a 7/11. 

The warmth pouring out through the automatic doors was inviting, and you felt your stomach growl. It was hard to recall the last time you’d actually eaten anything of substance. Both you and Sukuna had been so invested in your own tasks that the day had largely gone by without either of you noticing. 

“We should probably grab something to eat, huh?” He suggested, giving your hand a squeeze. “You’re probably just grumpy because you’re hungry.” 

“I’m not grumpy.” 

You were, but there was no way you were going to admit to it when he had a big shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Sure, baby. But let's give some food a go anyway.”

The two of you wandered into the inviting warmth, milling around until you picked something you wanted. You decided on tuna onigiri, while Sukuna grabbed himself a piece of fried chicken from the warm food section at the counter. He paid for both of you, despite your protests, clutching your hand as he led you back outside and over to a bench in the little park across the road. 

The place was deserted. No one with any sense wanted to be out this late in weather this cold, and you found yourself pulling your jacket closer around you, grateful for your gloves as you pulled your hands from your pocket to unwrap your onigiri. 

“Do you remember the first time we met?” Sukuna asked, his breath visible in the cold air. 

“Of course.” You didn’t think you’d ever forget that evening in the bakery - the way that your heart had raced at the sight of him was etched in your mind forever. Well, that and just how grateful you’d been for his presence on one of the scariest nights of your life. He’d truly been your knight in shining armour that day. 

“I think about it whenever I get fried chicken from a convenience store,” he said with a fond smile. 

You tilted your head in question, not particularly connecting the dots. “Why?”

“Because the Family Mart chicken is what put everything in motion that day. If I hadn’t gone to the convenience store that evening I would’ve been on the train home by the time those guys stopped you in that alleyway. But because I’d gone to buy chicken, I was in the right place at the right time and then…” He gestured between the two of you, clearly trying to think of the right words. “And then all of this happened.” 

You giggled. “So you’re saying that our whole relationship is thanks to famichiki?” 

“At least somewhat.” He laughed. As he finished off his food, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. The way that his body always seemed to stay warm no matter the circumstances was impressive, and you found yourself huddling close against him to try and heat yourself up. “I feel like your dad had something to do with it too.” 

You hummed in agreement. There was no denying that your father had been playing cupid for a while. From the very first time that you and Sukuna had met, your father had been urging you forward with the concept of a relationship, keen for you to find happiness with someone who he perceived as being right for you. 

And his judgement really couldn’t have been better. 

His work in puppeteering your union really felt like some lovely final gift that he’d provided you, making sure that you were finally happy and safe before he left you behind. 

Although, your dad definitely didn’t do all the work. 

“I think your effort also had a lot to do with it,” you pointed out. 

Considering that you’d literally run from Sukuna the first time he’d tried kissing you, you had to praise the man’s patience and tenacity. Most guys would’ve given up on a girl for far less than that. You didn’t consider yourself to be low maintenance and you’d leant on him a lot over the last few months. 

And yet here he was, as loving as ever. 

He shrugged. “You make me wanna try, so it didn’t really feel like effort.” Your heart skipped at the casual nature of his comment, a deep flush washing over your cheeks. 

“Corny,” you mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder to stop him from seeing how much you were blushing. He knew anyway, laughter rippling through him as he reached for your face, fingers brushing your lips gently as he tilted your chin up towards him. 

“Only for you.” 

Leaning down, his lips brushed yours tenderly. While he’d kissed you thousands of times, it somehow still always felt like the first - a moment of pure joy and excitement, the giddy feeling of being a girl with a crush who actually likes her back. 

You still couldn’t believe that he was yours, that he wanted a future with you. 

It felt silly to be stressing over exams that you’d most likely pass when you had the best thing that had ever happened to you sitting at your side. Through all the bad, you really needed to start appreciating what was good. 

And Sukuna was very good. 

Breaking the kiss, he peered down at you with those deep crimson eyes, the irises lit up in the yellow light of the streetlamp overhead. He looked beautiful, just as he always did. 

“Feeling a bit better, baby?” He asked, and you offered him a hum of affirmation. 

He’d been right - you really did need a break. You’d been so locked in on reading your notes that you’d almost forgotten that there was a whole world outside of your exams next week. 

And no matter what happened, the Earth wasn’t going to stop spinning. 

Somehow that came as a comfort. 

“Good. Now, when we get home we’re going to bed, and I’m going to stay up to make sure you actually get some sleep,” Sukuna said sternly. 

“Aw, we’re going straight to sleep?” You shot him a suggestive look, a sweet pout on your lips. It seemed to completely disarm his serious demeanour and he shook his head in disbelief, a grin playing on his lips.

“Okay, we can make out a little first.”

“Oh thank god.” You giggled, leaning your head on his shoulder, your heart feeling at ease. 

Tomorrow you could get back to studying, and maybe you’d wake up the next morning feeling just as stressed out as ever. But that evening, snuggled up against the man that you loved, it really felt like everything was going to work out just fine. 

—

Your exams came and went, giving way to a few very stressful weeks in which you flip-flopped between pretending you didn’t care about the result, and hyperventilating over the idea of having to re-do the year if you’d failed. 

At some point Sukuna stopped trying to convince you that you’d passed, because despite all the logical arguments surrounding the fact that you’d worked hard, and had extenuating circumstances leading to more leniency on your grading anyway, everything always fell upon deaf ears. 

So instead, he focussed all of his effort on distracting you, which was something he’d always been excellent at, proceeding in all the usual ways by making you watch various movies, taking you out to nice cafes, and spending hours tangled up together in his sheets. His efforts at distraction were also how you found yourself completely absorbed in Disco Elysium, spending days trying to solve the game’s mystery, all while Sukuna sat at your side, offering cryptic hints and advice. 

You could understand how he’d been so preoccupied by the game when he should’ve been studying, and it did an excellent job of taking your mind off things for hours at a time. 

Not that there was any point to all your worrying anyway, because when your final grade was shared at the start of march, just as the weather started to warm, you discovered that you’d passed with flying colours - just like Sukuna had said you would. 

You really were dumb sometimes.  

That gave way to plenty of celebration with your friends, followed by a few peaceful weeks leading up to graduation, in which you and Sukuna were free to relax together with no cloud hanging above your head. 

At least, beyond the vague concern regarding what the hell you were supposed to do now that school had finished. 

Sukuna was already mid-way through the interviewing process for a graduate scheme appropriate for people with engineering degrees. You were almost envious of how certain he seemed to be about his future, moving along with it mechanically like he’d always had a clear plan in mind. 

Meanwhile, you had no idea what you were meant to do. 

You weren’t sure you were interested in some grad scheme, especially not when all the literature related schemes seemed to dump you straight into some corporate marketing job that would no doubt suck your soul after the first year. You weren’t built for dealing with frustrating stakeholders and circling back - you just couldn’t imagine yourself feeling happy in an office setting. 

But that left you adrift, because with a degree like yours, what other direction were you supposed to go?

After a year that had constantly put you under pressure and left you more stressed than you’d ever been, you really wanted to enjoy some time without the weight of big decisions looming in the distance, but this wasn’t one you could escape. 

Even with all of Sukuna’s assurances that he could look after you for a while to give you a break, you knew that you didn’t want to be so dependent on him in that way. 

You’d have to reach a conclusion soon. 

But you tried to put your concerns aside as best as you could as graduation approached midway through March. Sukuna and all your friends seemed so happy and carefree, everyone’s spirits high in the temperate spring weather as they celebrated their final days as students. 

You weren’t going to be the one to drag the vibes down just because you couldn’t figure out what you wanted out of life. It wasn’t like all your friends knew what they were going to do - they were simply living in the now and seeing where life took them. 

After years at university you were owed a moment of peace before entering a new cycle of fretting, and that’s what you promised yourself that graduation was going to be.

The afternoon that you finally received your degree was lovely and warm, not unlike the day that you’d first met Sukuna nearly a year prior. You were wearing a green dress beneath your robes, more ecstatic than you could’ve imagined as you walked across the stage, receiving a handshake and your diploma, which felt so precious in your hands. 

You hadn’t really expected to be there. 

The last year, perhaps even the last few years, had felt like you were constantly trekking up a mountain with no summit, fighting just to take a single step. To some extent, you’d wondered if you’d ever come out of the other side after all the suffering that had been tossed your way. 

But there you were - a graduate. 

Despite it all, you’d made your way through. 

When you’d imagined this moment in the years gone by, you’d imagined it to be a little different. You’d expected to look out into the crowd and see both your parents, eyes shiny with pride, infinitely happy with the accomplishments of their little girl. It hurt to look towards your mom and see a stranger sitting to the left of her, in the position where your father should’ve been. 

He would’ve been so proud of you. 

Perhaps bitter disappointment should’ve hung in your chest, and maybe under different circumstances a desperate feeling of grief might’ve overwhelmed you as you exited the stage. But as your eyes swept to the right of your mother, those sad feelings were drowned beneath the brightness of Sukuna’s smile.

He was there and he was alive. 

The void that your father’s death left in your heart would never dissipate, the grief was something you’d carry with you for as long as you lived, but your heart would grow bigger around it. 

There was still so much love for you to experience in your life, and even in your worst year, you found the best thing you ever could’ve imagined. 

And you’d hold on to that happiness as fiercely as you knew your father had wanted you to. 

“Congratulations sweetie!” Your mother exclaimed once you’d found her at the end of the ceremony, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. Sukuna was standing nearby, letting you have your family moment. The engineering graduation had already taken place the day before, so you were certain that his social battery was running low where sappy family matters were concerned. 

There had been a surprisingly lovely heart to heart between him and Wasuke after he’d crossed the stage, and you could only assume that he wasn’t looking for a round two of that display. 

“Oh you look so lovely, let me take a picture!” She fumbled about with her phone camera for a few moments while you waited awkwardly for her to figure it out. In the end, Sukuna had to step in and show her what to do, treating your mother with that same gentleness that he reserved for very few people. “Perfect! Get in the picture Sukuna, you should have one together.” 

Sukuna’s cheeks were flushed a soft shade of pink as he approached you, wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulders and pulling you close. Your mother told you to smile for the picture, but she really didn’t need to - you were certain that you were already beaming. 

Satisfied with her photo, your mother moved her attention to her phone, scrolling through the snaps she’d taken. Meanwhile, Sukuna took the opportunity to focus on you, drawing you into a more full hug. Your face was buried into his chest, breathing in the scent that had grown so familiar to you over the last few months. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered into your hair.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied. You were certain that he was going to wave that statement off, go ahead and say that it was all down to you, but that simply wasn’t the truth of the matter. Without Sukuna you would’ve fallen apart - be it from the incidents with Hiromi or from the loss of your father. 

He’d held you together at a time when you were right at the edge of falling apart, and you owed more to him than he’d ever understand. 

“You’ll never have to do anything without me.” Your heart fluttered at his response, peering up at him and pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to meet him in a fleeting kiss. You were eager for more passion, to have him kiss you with the ferocity that he usually would, but you’d save that for a moment when your mother wasn’t watching you. 

“So, still up to go out for steaks?” Your mother asked, offering the two of you a smile. “My treat. I understand if you want to go and hang out with your friends though! I won’t be offended.” 

While a handful of your friends had graduated with Sukuna yesterday, most had walked the stage at the same time as you, which meant that they were also somewhere within the mess of people currently milling around on the university lawn. You imagined that most of them were probably engaged with their parents for the time being, just like you were. 

The plan was to all meet up later anyway. Satoru and Suguru had just moved into a new apartment together and wanted to use graduation as an excuse to have everyone over, but until 8pm at least, you had no plans keeping you from grabbing steak with your mother. 

You knew which place she wanted to go to - you hadn’t been there in years, not since your parents had gotten divorced. It had been your father’s favourite when you were young, a steakhouse strongly entwined with dozens of memories from your childhood. 

The perfect place to go as a celebration for stepping into real adulthood. 

“Yeah, I want to go!” You hesitated for a moment, playing with your next words in your head, wondering if it was right to voice them out loud when you were still uncertain of them. “We should stop by the bakery on the way, since it's nearby.” 

Both your mother and Sukuna regarded you with surprise. It was a place that you’d avoided like the plague since your father’s death, visiting only a handful of times when your aunt had been doing a preliminary cleanout of the place. Since then the building had stood silent, waiting for you to make a decision on what to do with it. 

“If…you’d like to.” Your mother was careful in her wording, clearly not sure what to make of it. Sukuna’s fingers interlaced with yours, giving your hand a soft squeeze in a silent show of support. 

He’d caught onto your intentions quicker than your mother had. 

“I just- I’ve been thinking about it. Thinking about what to do with it. But I don’t think I’ll really know until I go there. Today seems like as good a day as any.” 

Smiling, your mom offered you a nod. “If that’s what you’d like. I’ll go and pull the car around, you kids wait here.” 

Your mother scurried off through the crowd, and Sukuna gave you a tug on the hand, calling for your attention. You stared up at him through your lashes. “Sounds like you’ve maybe made a decision already?” He asked. 

“Maybe.” You responded shyly, playing with his fingers. “I just want to be sure.” 

—

Six months later you were standing in the centre of the bakery, staring up in dismay at the picture you’d hung up behind the counter. It was completely lopsided and, now you’d taken a step back, you could see that it wasn’t in the central position that you’d believed it to be when standing up close. 

The gap of wall to the right of the image was far larger than the gap on the left, leaving the framed image noticeably asymmetrical, which meant you were going to have to start again and put yet another nail in the wall. 

Perhaps you should’ve waited for Sukuna to get home from work like he’d suggested - hanging pictures really was a two person job, and for this one in particular it was important that you got the placement right.

It was a painting made by your father when you were young - a watercolour image depicting the outside of the very bakery that you were currently standing in. You’d found it when you and Sukuna had finally gotten around to clearing out the apartment above, recalling a fond memory of sitting across the road at your father’s side, painting away on your own little canvas while he rendered the masterpiece before you. 

The image captured a moment in time, and you could hardly believe that it had been left to gather dust in some storage cupboard upstairs. Now that he was gone, you wanted to display it as a way of honoring his memory, and where better to put it than within the bakery itself? 

Now that you were on the path to reopening the place with your own changes, it felt nice to have something displaying how it had looked before the bakery had fallen into your hands - almost like the soul that your father had curated was still there and shining on, even if he wasn’t there to tend to it himself. 

Letting out a sigh, you walked back over to the picture and took it down, using the back of your hammer to pry the nail out from the wall. Just as you were grabbing the measuring tape to give a third attempt at aligning the image properly, the bell jingled above the door and you peered over your shoulder to see your boyfriend. 

He looked as handsome as ever, with his pink hair a little tousled, his t-shirt sticking to him slightly thanks to the humidity which had stuck around into September. His red eyes were glimmering with interest as he observed the scene, and you were glad he hadn’t walked in two minutes earlier to witness how terrible a job you’d done of hanging the painting. 

He definitely would’ve made fun of you. 

“Hey, baby.” 

“Hey,” you said, throwing the measuring tape down and making a beeline for him, throwing your arms around his neck and pushing up onto your tiptoes to kiss him. “Good day?” 

“Pretty busy - glad it's the weekend.” he said with a sigh, his fingers instantly finding solace in your hair. He’d started his graduate scheme back in May, and while the money was good, the job was relatively demanding. 

Relaxing into his hug, you placed a couple of gentle kisses on his neck, amused at the way that he was leaning some of his bodyweight on you in exhaustion. “I can cancel with Yuki and Choso tomorrow if you want? Satoru and Suguru will be there to help anyway so I don’t think they really need us.” 

Sukuna scoffed. “No, it's fine. Satoru’s useless at moving boxes, he gets too distracted by things. I’ll have more energy tomorrow, I just need a good night’s sleep.” 

“If you’re sure?” 

“Always so worried about me,” he said, peering down at you with a smug smile. “So cute.” 

“Well, I also don’t want to move boxes so I suppose I have an ulterior motive.” You confessed with a giggle. Considering that you’d been spending all of your time clearing out and renovating a space you weren’t keen to spend your weekends doing more of the same. But you did adore Yuki, and if Sukuna was still up for it, you’d still be going. 

At least you could all hang out and have some pizza afterwards - that had been Choso’s promise to you in exchange for helping them move. 

“How cunning.” He laughed, kissing you on the forehead before moving his attention to the bookshelves lining the left wall. “Oh, you got more books?” Detangling himself from you, he walked over to get a closer look, scanning the additions to your collection. 

The bookshelves were one of the many features that you’d added to the bakery over the last few months. Rather than being a grab and go bakery, you were eager to rebrand it into more of a reading cafe, integrating your passion for literature into the space and giving patrons an opportunity to settle down with a book or magazine as they whiled away the hours with a coffee and pastry.

As such, you’d bought plenty of bookcases and magazine racks, and had spent the last few weeks filling them up as best you could. 

You’d mostly done that with the help of your aunt, moving collections of yours and your father’s books down from the apartment upstairs, as well as scouring various second hand stores to buy books as cheaply as possible. 

That project had been coming along well. 

You’d also used much of your inheritance to replace some of the furniture in the bakery - the tables and chairs which had been scattered haphazardly in the space before weren’t the most comfortable or aesthetically appealing items, so you purchased some nicer furnishings which matched the vibe you were going for. 

Despite the additions, the base that your father had created was still present, and you left the counter and wallpaper just as they’d always been. You didn’t want everything to disappear, you still wanted that familiarity of a place that you’d known your whole life. For that reason you were keeping the name too. 

You were just going to market it a bit differently once you were ready to open. 

“Oh, you put Ship of Theseus down here?” He asked, scanning along the spines of the newly added books. 

“Yeah, I can put it back upstairs if you want though? I just figured since we’ve both already read it we might as well leave it for someone else to take a look at.” 

“Yeah, it's fine. It just feels nostalgic. I think I was reading that the first time I met you.” 

You smiled at the memory, recalling how you’d been nervously shuffling about behind the counter as Sukuna had taken a seat and brought out a book which you certainly weren’t expecting a guy like him to read. 

God, you’d been so scared of him that day he’d first walked into the bakery. 

Now here he was, comfortably milling about in your shared space, inspecting the tiny additions that you’d made to the bakery that afternoon. Later that evening the two of you would go up to your shared apartment and cook dinner together, before watching some trashy TV, making out, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

The idea that you’d be here when you’d first met him a year and a half ago was unthinkable. 

“Want help with the picture?” He asked, gesturing towards the counter. 

“Please,” You said with a nod, stepping back and letting Sukuna get to work with the measuring tape, using the level to see how the picture would look on the wall and marking out the edges on the wallpaper with a pencil. He went about it in a far more surgical manner than you did. 

It really was better to leave it to him. 

Hammering a nail confidently into the wall, he turned to you for a moment. “Stand in the middle of the room for me, baby. You can let me know when it looks straight.” He lifted the framed painting onto the wall, adjusting it under your careful instruction until you were certain it looked right. 

Coming over to join you and review the placement himself, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, gazing up at the painting hanging so nicely above the counter. 

“Happy?” 

You hummed, staring at it a little longer. The image always summoned a strange feeling in you - sorrow wasn’t quite the right word, for it was a warmer emotion than that - perhaps longing felt closer. It was nice to know that your father’s hands had crafted what hung in front of you, but it made you feel desperately sad all the same. 

“You don’t think my dad would be mad at all the changes, do you?” You asked, sweeping a hand in the direction of the bookshelves. 

It was a worry that had tugged at the edge of your mind for a while, one of the many fears that had held you back when making the decision as to whether you even wanted to keep the bakery. You knew you’d have to make changes, knew you’d turn it into a place for you, but it was hard wrestling with the idea that it would be a desecration of his memory. 

Perhaps you should’ve kept it pristine, just like in the painting. 

Your worries fled at the sound of Sukuna’s deep laugh, chuckling for a few moments before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Baby, you could tear this place down and I don’t think he’d be mad at you. All he ever wanted was for you to be happy.” 

Letting out a huff of breath, you conceded to that without argument, because who could ever deny your father’s desires on that front?

“Yeah. I guess you’re right,” You whispered, leaning closer into Sukuna’s arm, basking in his familiar warmth.

And as you stared up at the painting, in the bakery that was all yours, with the man that you loved at your side, you could finally see for the first time that you were doing exactly what your father had always wanted.

You were happy. 

a/n: after almost a full year of writing this fic we're finally at the end. I started writing this at one of the hardest times in my life and it did so much to help me heal, it'll always hold a special place in my heart even if writing it grew difficult for me towards the end when I'd moved on from the feelings that made me write this in the first place.

I've had so many lovely messages throughout writing this fic, and I've been so moved by how many people going through grief have mentioned finding comfort in this story. I'm glad that it can provide happiness to others in the way that it did for me when writing it.

I'll probably do some one shots about these two in the future, but for now all of my focus will be on my other ongoing fic crazy in love, and a couple of other sukuna projects that I'm working on in the background.

thank you so much for reading and sticking with me throughout this journey, I appreciate all of you <3

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[jxcyt]

i know what you want

Frat!sukuna x chubby!reader (no use of y/n, WRITTEN BIT TOO READDDDDD, warning for violence, Kuna lowk dumb, yorozuzu is a hazard)

(I'm kinda trash at writing, and its only 300 or so words, more smau at the end, also it doesn't show it but In the first screenshot at the end he just says k)

(part 1 - part 2 - part 3)

writing below the cut!

It's been about 5 minutes after Yorozu's confrontation, and the nervousness you'd been feeling all day had risen into a full blown panic. You don't know what Sukuna could have said to her that would make her want to visit you. He couldn't have rejected her. Every person wants yorozu. men and women alike. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about her that way before as well. She's beauty incarnate, and she always reminds you of that. She says that you're lucky to be her friend, that people only talk to you because of her. You believe it. 

A knock on the door takes you out of your thoughts. You take a deep breath and open the door slightly. She pushes the door open and throws her finger in your face.

“ITS YOUR FAULT! BEFORE HE MET YOU HE LIKED ME! HE WANTED ME! AND FOR SOMEEEE REASON NOW HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME! WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?”

“Zuzu, I'm sorry! I don't know what he did or why but it's not my fault!” you pleaded.

“WHAT COULD HE POSSIBLY SEE IN YOU? YOUR NOTHING!”

“i -i dont know what you're talking about!? Why would he like me??? He's probably just playing hard to get! Or-or.. Maybe he's gay!”

“NO HE WANTED ME UNTIL YOU GOT IN THE WAY!”

With every accusation you could feel your anger rising. This is your so-called best friend, why is she taking this out on you? According to her, you weren't pretty enough for people to like you. So why is she insistent that you're the reason sukuna doesn't want her?

You don't mean to let it, but the anger you'd been holding for years finally bursts out.

“I'M SORRY THE FIRST MAN IN YOUR LIFE DOESN'T WANT YOU BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO TAKE IT OUT ON ME !”

“..what did you just say?” she whispers, disbelief in her tone

“You heard me”.

SLAP!

Your head snaps to the side and your face burns from the impact. You both sit there in silence for a few seconds that feel like hours. You're waiting for.. Maybe an apology? Anything but the surprised look in her eyes and agape mouth.

You get neither. Her eyebrows knit together in anger before she pounces at you.

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[jxcyt]

i know what you want

Frat!sukuna x chubby!reader (no use of y/n, WRITTEN BIT TOO READDDDDD, warning for violence, Kuna lowk dumb, yorozuzu is a hazard)

(I'm kinda trash at writing, and its only 300 or so words, more smau at the end, also it doesn't show it but In the first screenshot at the end he just says k)

(part 1 - part 2 - part 3)

writing below the cut!

It's been about 5 minutes after Yorozu's confrontation, and the nervousness you'd been feeling all day had risen into a full blown panic. You don't know what Sukuna could have said to her that would make her want to visit you. He couldn't have rejected her. Every person wants yorozu. men and women alike. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about her that way before as well. She's beauty incarnate, and she always reminds you of that. She says that you're lucky to be her friend, that people only talk to you because of her. You believe it. 

A knock on the door takes you out of your thoughts. You take a deep breath and open the door slightly. She pushes the door open and throws her finger in your face.

“ITS YOUR FAULT! BEFORE HE MET YOU HE LIKED ME! HE WANTED ME! AND FOR SOMEEEE REASON NOW HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME! WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?”

“Zuzu, I'm sorry! I don't know what he did or why but it's not my fault!” you pleaded.

“WHAT COULD HE POSSIBLY SEE IN YOU? YOUR NOTHING!”

“i -i dont know what you're talking about!? Why would he like me??? He's probably just playing hard to get! Or-or.. Maybe he's gay!”

“NO HE WANTED ME UNTIL YOU GOT IN THE WAY!”

With every accusation you could feel your anger rising. This is your so-called best friend, why is she taking this out on you? According to her, you weren't pretty enough for people to like you. So why is she insistent that you're the reason sukuna doesn't want her?

You don't mean to let it, but the anger you'd been holding for years finally bursts out.

“I'M SORRY THE FIRST MAN IN YOUR LIFE DOESN'T WANT YOU BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO TAKE IT OUT ON ME !”

“..what did you just say?” she whispers, disbelief in her tone

“You heard me”.

SLAP!

Your head snaps to the side and your face burns from the impact. You both sit there in silence for a few seconds that feel like hours. You're waiting for.. Maybe an apology? Anything but the surprised look in her eyes and agape mouth.

You get neither. Her eyebrows knit together in anger before she pounces at you.

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[jxcyt]

HELLO erm I wanted to ask what app is it that you use for smaus??

I would love to start creating them but I am very lost. Sorry if you've already talked about this before, I couldnt find anything :((

hiii I use MEMI just on my phone!! its slightly buggy and a bit finicky but its the only one I found that doesn't have basic features locked behind paywalls soooo

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DRIVE ME INSANE! — ryomen sukuna

29: WGFT! (2.3K)

"what are you talking about?" you ask him.

"geto."

the one word answer makes you goes back to what geto said earlier. the jealousy, control—wait, you have to hear him out first. it's not fair for you to make a judgement right now.

"i didn't go with him," you explain. "we bumped into each other, kuna. why are you making this a big deal?"

he sighs roughly, "i don't want to see you with him like that again."

you face him, heat flaring in your chest, "he's literally your friend!"

"yeah, looked real comfortable with him. he offer to drive you home too?"

"are you jealous right now?"

it's somewhat reassuring he's jealous. but your mind can't move from what geto says in the store. what if it starts at geto—his friend and moves onto someone like, toge? or, megumi? the irrationality of this is what makes you question it more. it's coming out of nowhere when all you did was go grocery shopping.

"i'm not," he answers.

"mhm," you hum, relaxing back into your seat. "he was sooo nice. warning me about how you get jealous easily and that i should drop you."

maybe you shouldn't have egged him on because he brakes immediately. you grab onto the handle of the car for support as another car honks in the back.

"don't piss me off right now."

"watch how you're driving, bro!" you exclaim, hand over your chest. "nearly got us killed!"

the honking behind you is louder.

you're stopped in the middle of the road.

you take a quick look behind you to see a few cars halted behind sukuna's.

sukuna's eyes are daggers onto yours. that's when you realise how serious this really is.

it doesn't scare you a tiny bit.

"don't act so immature for someone who's not even my boyfriend," you instruct him coldly. "you better fucking drive before i do something crazy."

sukuna blinks at you once, then, drives.

good.

it's quiet for the rest of the drive. as he parks in your apartment complex, the moonlight strikes the car, reducing it to a shadow. no one's walking around, the unreachable ambience of cars fifty feet away.

you're secluded, stuck with him.

"seriously, i don't want to see you with him," he repeats.

"who are you to tell me who i can speak to or not speak to?" you debate. "you jealous over grocery bags? aw, should i ask you to come next time?"

he takes off his seatbelt, facing you, a hand still on the steering wheel, "you think this shit is funny?"

"duh," you respond. "i've never had a man jealous over grocery shopping."

part of you revels in it. this possession, his need for you to be only for him. however, the righteous part of you tells you this isn't right, that this could only be the beginning to other problems.

you have to set it straight now.

"why do you care?" you ask him. "we're not even serious."

"you made me like this," he scowls at you accusingly. "you made me care for you and now you're just gonna suck some other dick."

"am i sucking his dick right now?"

he doesn't answer.

"i'm talking to you," you press, annoyed. "don't sit there like an idiot."

"no," he grunts.

you cross your arms, "then, what the fuck is your problem? if you want me to be yours, do something about it."

he stares at you, a second too long. it's as if he's processing what you just said, mind blank, yet, slightly angry. sukuna's jaw tightens, "stop talking or i'm gonna do something i regret."

"do it."

the first kiss lands on your lips harshly. your body goes numb for a second before you place your hands on his jaw. sukuna reaches down to unbuckle your seatbelt, lips never leaving yours.

it's too fast. too quick. you can't understand what's happening but the need for it powers through everything.

his kisses are strong, passionate, conveying all the pent up frustration in his mind all this time. he licks your bottom lip and you let him in, allowing the overwhelming taste of spearmint hit your tastebuds in a fury.

you can barely breathe, leaning into your seat. it doesn't matter though. this is what you've been waiting for, for so long. you'd let it consume you—the tension, the movement and him holding you like he'd never let you go again.

"is your apartment soundproof?" he asks in between kisses.

the wetness pools between your legs, your thighs squeezing together at just hearing that.

"doesn't matter," you reply with a final kiss.

the two of you head up to your apartment quickly, his fingers looped rimmed around the edge of your waistband. as soon as your apartment door opens, he pushes it shut with you against it, taking hold of your lips once again.

it's like he can't get enough of you.

you moan into his mouth, forgetting what happened before. the heat of the moment turns everything colourful, "sukuna, i want you."

"you have me, baby," he answers lowly, gripping onto your waist tightly. he trails down your neck with wet kisses as your arms wrap around him. you lean your head against the door, closing your eyes.

fuck, this feels so good.

after waiting for so long, it's finally happening. you can't really complain.

you snap out of it for a second, cupping his jaw, "let's go to my room."

you pull him into your bedroom and sit on your bed, using your forearms as support as you lean back. sukuna comes in between your legs, kissing down your neck.

"take off your top," he instructs you.

you do as he says, throwing your top to god knows where. sukuna makes quick work of your bra, undoing it and also throwing it away. his lips catch your shrunken buds as you fall onto your bed. one of his hands slide down to palm in between your legs, causing a breathless moan to leap out of your throat.

"already so wet? i haven't even started."

"mmm," you hum. "you know i've been waiting for so long, kuna..."

"i know, baby," sukuna replies, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "gonna make it worth every minute."

sukuna strips you bare, pushing down on the bed so his face is met with your pussy. it starts with a small lick on your clit before he starts sucking on it. his finger edges your opening, purposely missing it.

you mewl, "don't play arounddd~"

"i want to hear how much you want it," he says.

"so bad, kuna. so fucking bad," you moan back, grabbing the tufts of pink hair in between your legs. "please."

his finger enters slowly, his head up to watch for your reaction. your mouth falls open wide without a sound, the pulse-racing feeling surrounding your body.

"so tight for me," he tells you, almost mockingly as he adds another finger in.

as if that's not enough, he goes back in with his tongue, overlapping your clit.

"yes, just for you," you smile, your head hitting the pillow.

it fills every gap in your mind. one of your hands comes up to your mouth to drown out the moans as the other holds onto his head, which moves against your pussy at the right tempo.

you feel the building climax in your abdomen, ready to burst.

"i'm gonna cum, kuna. fuck!" you yell out.

sukuna pulls out, "can't have that. want you to cum on my dick—"

he takes off his shirt, revealing the tattoos in full. the black details down his abs capture your attention. you reach out, finally able to touch them in person. the hardness of his abs meet with your palm, sending you into a brainfuck you can't handle. that primal instinct in your grows.

"stop looking at me like that."

"like what?" you ask, innocently getting up on your knees.

"you look like your planning something."

"yeah, i am. it's your turn," you say, gesturing to the bed.

sukuna blinks at you and then, sits beside you. you help him take off his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened cock.

"look how hard you are," you mock him, flicking the tip filled with precum.

he furrows his brows, eyes filled with temptation you've never seen before, "you've got to be kidding me right now."

"got hard at how much you wanted me, huh?" you ask, stroking the precum down his shaft. "don't wanna share me with anyone else, do you?"

he doesn't say anything as you crawl in between his legs. his cock is warm to the touch, begging you to put your mouth on it, paint your saliva with it.

"answer me," you order.

"yeah, don't want you with anyone else," he admits. "you're mine."

"yes i am," you say, spitting some saliva onto the tip directly, eyes hooded with lust.

sukuna's breath catches in his throat.

he likes it.

a little too much.

you fill your mouth with him. he gasps slightly. you take him deeper, unhurried. pace starting slow before you find a rhythm, letting the taste of him carry you away. his hand soon finds itself into your hair, gripping onto you as you let the lubricant from the saliva and the salty precum guide you.

his abdomen caves in, shaky breaths leaving him.

you take your mouth of him, watching the way his head has rolled back, "aren't i so good? taking your cock in my mouth?"

"yeah?" he asks, looking back down at you. "you wanna hear it?"

"mhmmmm," you hum, pumping his cock in your hand, mouth moist from former activities.

he twists your hair, pulling your face close up to him, "you're such a good girl, y/n. taking my cock in your mouth like that—"

that does it to you.

"i'm so fucking wet right now, want you inside me," you coo.

"do you?"

you nod coyly, "i want you to fuck me like i'm yours, make me forget everyone else. i'm yours, right?"

"yeah, you are," he smirks at you.

sukuna carries you up from your position, placing you back onto the bed. he kneels between your open legs.

"i don't have a condom," he addresses, perking his head up at you.

"cum on me," you assure him.

sukuna nods. with a sigh, he aligns himself with your opening. he slowly enters you. an audible moan releases from you as he splits you open.

"can you take it, y/n?"

"i can," you answer, throwing your head back. he pushes in a little more, causing you to squeeze around him. "you're so big, kuna."

"i am."

"yeah," you say. he shoves his full length inside you. you feel like you're going to explode, "fuck."

"thinking of only me now, aren't you?" sukuna asks.

"just you, kuna," you nod vigorously.

he strokes in and out of you at a dangerously slow speed, testing the waters, watching your reaction, his eyes never leaving your face.

"don't want to see you with anyone else, you understand?" he continues, rubbing your clit in between his fingers.

your legs wrap around his waist, "no one else. just you. make me yours. please. please, kuna."

"fucking pretty when you beg," he chuckles. he thrusts into you, letting you feel his whole length. you arch your back in response, a wanton mewl escaping your lips at the sensation.

he doesn't stop there. sukuna speeds up, ramming into your hole. you lift yourself up slightly, fingers piercing his shoulder blades. his other arm hooks around you, pulling you close to him. you can't hold your head up. it's too much inside you, immeasurably intense.

"look at me, baby," he says. "i wanna see how i make you feel."

you hold your head up, facing him. it's menacing in its eroticism—the way the moonlight captures his face, illuminating him.

the orgasm builds up in your abdomen as the wordless sounds leave you. he grunts, kissing you again.

you pull out just as your about to climax, "it's too much, kuna. i'm gonna cum!"

"cum on me," he instructs sharply. "let me feel it."

"mhm," you nod, falling back onto your bed. sukuna leans over you, pressing your thigh open with one hand as the other one plays with your clit. his lips suck on your collarbone, so close to you, consuming you.

the explosion hits you. a louder, unguarded noise tears from you as you collapse. sukuna pulls out immediately, stroking his cock to continue the job.

"did so good for me, pretty girl," he praises you. "you're all mine."

you shake your head, getting up, "give it to me."

he tries to argue but you hold onto his cock, stroking it up and down. sukuna lets you take control. you switch up your position and fill your mouth with him once again. this time, faster. he sits back down, letting you do your job. grabbing your hair, guiding you on him until finally, he cums in your mouth.

you pull out, a string of saliva attaching itself from his tip and your lips.

you swallow the salty seed.

then, stick your tongue to show it, "all gone."

he chuckles. he pulls you close to him, embraces him, "you're crazy."

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, "for you."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ YOOOOO what happened!?!?

SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!

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[luxxsoda]

SMAU: The JJK men think you've cheated!

(And they suck at communication)

Synopsis: He thinks you've cheated and deals with it the only way he knows how; avoidance and deflection.

Major angst, somewhat suggestive at times // no use of y/n, gender neutral reader

[Characters: Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Ryomen Sukuna]

Theyre all really mean ngl

authors note: I apologise for any layout issues! This is my first post/smau and I've been testing multiple apps. I'm aware the cropping could be better :(

Thanks for reading! likes, reblogs & comments are all appreciated𑣲⋆

[evfers]

𝜗ৎ “𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦, 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦.” ࣪ ִֶָ†.

𓊆ྀི𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒.𓊇ྀི ⋮ 𓊆ྀི𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𓊇ྀི

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: *breathes in* watersports…, softdom!sugu, reader is reallyyy embarrassed, overstimulation, decryphilia, forced orgasm, blah blah blah.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: am I submissivemaxxing or sumn..

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“Baby..” you moan quietly, his hand rubbing against your wet pussy. Your bladder felt so full but you were pretty sure from the swelling in your stomach was just another impending orgasm…

Right?

Wrong.

It was actually in your bladder and your gut, wait huh? Your bladder? Did you have to pee? No way. But as he rubs into your clit harder that started become true.

“W-wait sugu!” You moaned. He breathes heavily onto your neck—for a little context you’ve been drinking lots of water and of course you liked to stall and wait until the last minute of things. One thing led to another and you pretty much forgot to go to the bathroom. So now your laying your back against his chest as he’s playing with your clit—holding onto your stomach, almost pushing. Legs spread and pussy wet. But your bladder is still full. “W-wait sugu!” You take shortening breaths in as your tummy spasms. “I-I feel like I’m gonna pee!” Tears prick at your water lines as you shut your eyes. He whispers in your right ear—you never thought you would hear him say something this depraved.

“Go on then, piss.”

“do whatever you please.”

Your eyes widening at his words. ‘Is he serious? You just said you’re about to literally piss!’ “Suguru-wh-what?! I can’t!” He responds almost as if verbally shrugging. “Then I guess you’re not cumming then, hmm?” Wait but you wanted to cum? Of course you wanna cum but you just can’t piss on him! That’s just absurd! “Suguruuu! I cannn’t” you start crying. Hoping that he lets you just go to the bathroom.

“Then I’ll force you.”

“WAIT!”

He pushes down on your bladder. Hard. He rubs firmer and faster on your clit making your poor wet puffy pussy red and overstimulated. You pant in shallower breaths—your stomach spasming—your body shaking under him and you easily feel your nerves skyrocket and feel everything all at once. Your body is just screaming ‘let it out.’ But your mind is saying ‘this is wrong this is wrong this is wrong!’ You cry out as your orgasm crashes into your body. Fully wrecking you. Your piss—your cum all together burst out of you. “Suguuu!!” Your body shaking violently above him as your abdomen tightened. “Such a cute princess pissing all over my hand, hm? Poor thing..” he whispers sultry in your ear, almost as if he’s mocking the mess you’ve made—the mess he erupted from your body. “Uuughhh!! Soo wrooong!” You moan out a shaky breath, already feeling the shame. He rubs your pussy until your body collapses on him—emptying your bladder and releasing all your fluids. Then when he was done torturing your clit, he kissed your cheek. You get off his chest and fall back onto the bed face first.

Why couldn’t you just go to the bathroom earlier?

Maybe then you could’ve avoided this reality.

You turn your body over and look at him, the arrogance and pride written all within his familiar soft smile he puts on. You were just utterly a fucking mess. You can’t say a single word. You just look at him embarrassed and shocked at your core.

You did muster up something tho.

“Wha…what the fuck?”

“Wha-“ you repeated again until he cut you off.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

His face drops back to neutral then just as you thought that this couldn’t get anymore confusing and terrifying, he softly speaks again.

“Watch me.”

“..huh?”

With that same hand still drenched in your fluids, he slowly lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks it all off.

Your eyes widened.

“Now you can finish.”

Instead of answering, you just can’t.

All there was, is silence between you two.

‘What the fuck.’

“It’s okay, accidents happen baby.”

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⋆.𐙚 ̊ 𝑎/𝑛: author regrets everything.

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[madamechrissy]

love it when you hate me

You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?

pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader

warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, not stepcest but they joke about it, drinking, hot mess reader, mom is evil, public blow jobs, cum swallowing, dom daddy kuna, reader's mom tryna hit on Sukuna so hard but absolutely failing, enjoy </3

this is fully finished, I'm sharing here weekly (six parts) be warned this is freaky lmao - tags open, comment if you'd like to be on the list <3

art in the divider is by my sweet, talented mootie @winterrbluess so go follow her rn!

<<<chap one

chap two

“Don’t you fucking laugh at me,” you glare over at him as he tries not to burst into a full ass laughter, seeing you in your dumb fucking yellow feathered bridesmaid dress, hungover and a mess. “Swear…”

“You looked so good last night,” he’s leaning low, murmuring in your ear, your heart pounds in your chest as he’s too close. Your cunt is still sore from just how deep he fucked you. “What happened, rough night?”

“Oh fuck off,” you shove him, some of the feathers slipping off your dress, earning his annoying chuckle, he plucks one off and stabs it in his pocket. “You love to torture me.”

“Maybe just a bit, shit… your mom, ten o'clock."

You audibly grumble, who knew out of this entire wedding rehearsal that this man would be the one person you weren’t uncomfortable around. Your mom had invited so many childhood friends and even exes that you were wallowing away your pity over in a corner, while they were setting up to practice dancing, sipping on a coffee to help your hangover even though it was already three pm.

You’re not sure it was a hangover so much as the nausea of having to be near everyone right now. Your mom alters her steps a bit, arm and arm with your sister - and you love your sister, it’s not her fault she’s the ‘perfect’ prototype, it’s just who she is. She’s sweet and bubbly, holding you by the arms in the ugly ass dress she gave you, gasping.

“Sis, you look so beautiful, yellow is your color!” He snorts, almost pushing his drink out through his nose, while your mom comes up to him.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” He lets her hug him, damn near begging for escape as she rests her head on his chest.

You should feel a little guilty….

But not really.

“Yeah, thanks for inviting me,” he manages, hand just awkwardly patting her back, your sister points to one of your exes and giggles.

“He’s making eyes at you.”

“Because I look like fuckin' big bird.”

“What!?”

“Because I look like um - A beautiful bird!” Your sister smiles brightly, he is struggling so hard to hold back his laughter it’s embarrassing, but you can’t fucking blame him really.

You do look like the ugliest canary known to man.

“Ryo,” your mom used to call him that, you remember hearing the shit being screamed out from her room. You couldn’t blame her if she was getting dicked down like that. “I’d love you to come spend some time with the family after this, just us, she’d love if you came.”

“Yeah,” he looks at you, so uncomfortable in that moment, trying to smile and be happy for your sister. “You sure?”

“I am, plus I’d love it if we could talk,” her fingers trail down his chest, and sure he also should feel guilty that he came inside her daughter last night but… not really. “Wouldn’t you?”

“I mean sure, I’ll come, I’m in the suite right by your place.”

“Even better! Isn’t she a beautiful girl? I’m so proud of her,” she then eyes you, frowning with disdain. “Her though.”

“I mean, she’s just a young girl, she’s not in any trouble…”

“She’s bumming around doing music of all things,” he is sure you hear by how you tense up. “I just tried to raise them right.”

“What’s she even done wrong?” She looks up at him, eyes narrowing a bit. “I mean, she was a good kid, seems like she’s a good woman too.”

“Sure, she’s just normal, average, I expected better.” His jaw clenches a bit at her statement, he knows you’re not ‘perfect’ but jesus. As someone with stupidly harsh parents who put too much on him, he wonders if that’s the connection he felt last night.

Was it the connection of both having parents who didn’t care about you?

“Don’t you remember all the trouble she caused us?”

“Shit, she was a teenager, just let that go…” He turns then, suddenly uncomfortable, looking over at you in your ugly ass dress, still pretty as can be. “Wanna practice dancing or some shit?"

“Me!?”

“Her!?”

You and your mom ask at the same time, your sister just smiles, giving him a friendly hug. “Yes please dance! It’s so good to see you again.”

“You too, kid.” He pats her back, your sister has always been a sweet girl, before he holds out a hand like some lifeline. “Wanna help me practice? I’m shit at it.”

“Yeah, of course,” you let him lead you out, big hand swallowing yours, when he pulls you against him with ease, your heart hammers in your chest.

Sure, you fucked him, but to feel this?

His eyes lower just a bit, flickering depths of ruby that rush through you, big palm burning the small of your back, as every memory of last night courses through you, rushing through your fucking veins, you feel shaky from it. A little sheen of sweat on your brow as your tummy clenches, feeling the eyes of everyone on you, as if they're as surprised as you are.

"Why dance with me?" You ask softly, he sighs then, looking back at your mother, then down at you.

"Because she was being a bitch." You snort in laughter, shaking your head while he turns you around in a little half assed pirouette.

"Ah, is it the dick or are you not that bad?" Sukuna's brows lower, your giggle cut short when his gaze drags down to your lips.

"I should occupy that mouth," you practically drool thinking of having him in your throat, he chuckles, sound so deep and throaty, you ignore the fact that it makes your thighs press together. "Didn't get to do that, did we?"

"No we didn't, because nothing happened," you say with a glare, his grin just gets bigger, him and his fucking slutty eyebrows raising. "We played darts."

"You squirted on me."

"Oh God," he spins you again, pulling you against him. "You're a good dancer, why lie about it?"

"I guess I'm fine," he dips you over an arm, sooty pink lashes lowering, big ass hand gripping your waist tightly. "You seemed like you needed to get away from her."

"Yeah," you sigh then, shaking your head as he helps you up. "Thank you for that."

"Don't worry," you eye your mom then. "She's gotten even bitchier."

"Your mouth probably had her pretty happy," his smirk comes back. "I mean you're kind of good at that."

"Mmm, I am I guess," his lips brush your ear as he bends down. "She never got that wet, never made a fuckin' mess on me like you."

Fuck.

"N-no?"

"Nah, your cunt is slutty," you almost hit him, but you almost drag him down for a kiss, aching for him to give you that again, make you mind shut down. "It's okay, I liked it."

"Oh joy," he snorts and spins you once more. "I guess I did too."

"Your body loved my cock."

"Shh!" You look around, scowling up at his laughter. "We can't do that again, I almost feel kind of bad..."

He snorts at that. "Almost?"

Do you feel bad? Your mom has been a constant source of back and forth regarding your feelings, but how could you go this far?

"How mom is looking at you so dick hungry yes. I didn't realize she was."

"You loved every minute of it," after the song ends he just eyes you. "Stop lying."

"You're ridiculous, was just a... one time thing."

"Uh huh."

Sukuna's broad shoulders flex while he spins you again, his thigh between yours brushing up for just a moment, you're soaking wet and trembling, gasping out at the sensation. "I'm very um... serious."

"I see that," he tilts his head, pink locks falling across his face where some of it's come loose from it's typical slick back. You brush it aside for a moment, and the two of you just look at each other, lost. "You've never cum that hard."

"Psh," you haven't but you're not giving him that satisfaction. "I said you're good okay?"

"Good... mmm..." the song is almost ending, and his hands feel too good over your dumb yellow dress, heating up your skin and making your thighs press together. "I'll only be in town for a few days."

"Oh yeah?" You try to act casual, feet moving along with his in steep.

"Mhm, and my suite is right next to yours. If you need my services."

"Conceited man, think I'll just come to you?"

"Hmm," he pulls your hand up to his lips, he doesn't kiss them though, his teeth nip the delicate skin on the back of your knuckles, you gasp. "Hah, did you think I'd kiss it?"

"No I'd have some heart attack," you like him holding your hand too much. "I won't be running to your room begging for dick, I'm not desperate."

"I didn't say you were... well - you were desperate to have it in-"

"Shut up!" You wanna smack the grin off his face.

"Well it's all yours if you want it," he hears how it sounds, cursing internally as your eyes shoot wide at him. "Barely got a taste of me."

He barely got a taste of you - of your perfect cunt that was so yummy and messy, of your thighs gripping his hips. God he'd love to fold you in a mating press as much as he'd love to rip your dumb fucking bridesmaid dress off, bend you over and break you for anyone. It couldn't just be him feeling this way, could it?

He's too addicted to everything about last night, playing over and over in his head, did it not mean shit to you, did it mean shit to him? Confusing him to no end, he doesn't know how to process it, he hasn't dated in years, and you're a little younger than him. He shouldn't be having feelings from getting his dick wet.

Your mom steps up then, clearing her throat, smiling in that way she does when she's faking being 'kind'. you wish she'd just be the bitch she truly is, maybe you could respect her a little more. Seeing Sukuna with her does something fucked up in that moment, his hand gripping hers, fingers entwining, the other on her waist.

Did it... hurt?

No, fuck no, you're damaged and hungover, maybe everything she fucking thinks about you is true.

You get stuck dancing with your ex then, he was a sweet enough boy who happened to actually take your virginity back in high school. So to say this was awkward was the biggest understatement of the century. His fingers are all sweaty and clammy where Sukuna's had been dry, calloused and rough.

Why are you comparing!?

"So how have you been?" He asks, trying to make conversation, you catch sight of crimson eyes staring across your mom's head, a little set to his plump lips that you're not used to. He's not smirking, it's almost as if he's displeased at you.

"You know, living the dream," you curse then. "that's the most lame response, please forget that."

He laughs softly, nerves easing a bit. "So you are still the same, I was a little intimidated, your singing is blowing up."

"You're the only one who thinks so," you sigh a bit, letting him spin you, your mom is all heart eyes as her former lover dips her just so. Your sister is the center of attention, as she should be, but as she always is. "How have you been?"

You strike up conversation, you talk to relatives and family friends, and eventually you all are seated at the enormous banquet table, you're sitting next to none other but Sukuna, your mom across the way with your sister. She's tapping her champagne flute, smiling brightly, everyone's enamored with her, as they should be.

She's perfect.

Sukuna however looks at you, disheveled and looking like a bright yellow dumbass bird, your hair is a mess and your dark circles apparent, yet the man can't rip his eyes off you, drifting your direction every time you don't notice. You feel his gaze finally, eyes meeting his, and for a moment his pulse races.

No, he can't show that shit, he's confident and he's been with many women, fuck he was dating your own mom, living with her. He got engaged two times but never made it as far as even this rehearsal dinner, always realizing he better stop before he goes too far. His family never stopped letting their disappointment from being known.

Sukuna, the heir to an entire corporation, and no bride? That was just the worst thing their could be for him. Pushed and pushed for years, they only recently shut the fuck up when he had to step up and run things after his father wanted retire. Here he was, shunning tradition, not living up to expectations.

Maybe that's why he understood you somewhat.

Never 'fitting in' fully and being the family disappointment? Sukuna knew all about that, in fact he reveled in that shit. You come from an upper class family too, yet from what he's seen you live in a shitty little apartment, and from what he hears your half broke. But you do it all on your own, the shit he respects.

He didn't want to take over, but he did it anyway, seeing you makes him curious, not just the scent of you, or your looks driving him insane, something about you, even when he saw you he knew you were just different. Yet, you hated his ass, and he can't blame you for it, he was nothing but a dick to avoid an inevitable truth.

That he was heavily attracted to you, and you were eighteen at the time. that made him feel very fucked up, no not 'creep level' but he liked women his age or even older usually. Experienced and able to take his cock, women who wanted to fuck and that was that, that way there wasn't some fucked excuse he'd have to come with when it got serious.

Here you are, perfect for that, you all fucked and you're seemingly good - but he wants it again and again, fuck he just wants to kiss you-

"Are you staring at my feathers?" You ask with a pout, plucking one off.

He snorts in laughter.

How can he not at that, at you?

"Yeah, you're missing some."

"I keep yanking at them, god this is itchy and tight," you're shifting a bit, that ugly dress slipping up your thigh then. His hand comes on top of it, and you glare, but you can't say much, not when your mom is speaking. "Stop."

"Stop what, big bird?" You dig your nails into the back of his hand, he hisses at the pain. "Fucking brat."

"My beautiful, amazing daughter, my pride and joy!" Your mom stands up now, a hand over her heart. "I couldn't be more proud, or more happy to call you my daughter. I love you more than anything in this world, truly, you are my everything, and now I'm giving you away."

She's crying, and your jaw tenses.

Everyone looks at you, including your sister with a sympathetic frown, fuck even your mean old aunties and uncles are frowning.

"My only daughter is-" She trails off then, as if remembering you.

You're used to this shit, it's how she is, but in front of everyone, it's as if she forgot her fake fucking act, her dumb stupid face now in a gasp, as if she realized she's revealed to an entire room full of people how she feels.

You're not her daughter.

She said it the day you left college and pursued music, and she seemingly meant it, but it doesn't mean it hurts less. You plaster on a fake smile, taking Sukuna's hand under that heavy white table cloth, and slipping it up. His eyes note the motion, pressing higher and higher, and your legs spread right for him.

Fuck her.

You'd let the man she wants finger you if you're not even her fucking 'daughter' and it didn't hurt that you just wanted him to touch you again. Yeah, it's fucked and wrong, but in that moment it's oddly supportive, little circles higher and higher, closer to your soaking wet panties. He's squeezing your thigh tight, almost making you gasp as your eyes lock for just a moment.

"Of course I have two daughters, the champagne and the wedding planning!" She's laughing it off, and awkward laughter is followed, but it's clear as day. "This may be my only wedding I plan is what I meant, you are a bit of a lone wolf."

"I am," Sukuna's fingers brush your cunt, right over your slit, you smile right at your mom as he touches you. "It may be your only wedding, and she deserves all the praise."

"You're being sweet," your mom's tone changes, eyes narrowing, you bite your lower lip while Sukuna's slipping that cotton to the side, and instead of a tease, he shoves both his fingers deep in your cunt. You gasp out, gripping your fork so tightly, you shove food in your mouth to avoid a moan. "Ah, there's my daughter."

You hear everyone laugh, but you roll with it, shoving another bite and giving a thumbs up, while he's massaging that spot. You're gushing down his fingers, and Sukuna revels in it, in how tight you are, in knowing he's helping you tell your mother to fuck off in your own way, he knows you need it.

Damaged, fucked up, like him.

Fuck you weren't even as close to as damaged as him, he just held it together well finally in his thirties, at your age he was more of a mess than you could ever be. Your hand slips to his thigh then, running over his cock, and he tenses. He's played with women under tables, but he's never had them play right back.

"You're pulsing," he murmurs in your ear, breath dancing across it.

"Bet you are too, leaking pre for me?" Your eyes meet his, and he almost cums from your mean little smile, your hand brushing up and down quicker and quicker.

"Fuck..."

He's never felt whatever you're doing, never had someone talk shit right back, touch him with that confident hand, gripping his thickness over his slacks right in a room of a hundred people, many of whom remember him being with your mom. Yet you both saw the real her, maybe you were the only ones.

"Bet you're gonna cum so loud everyone notices," he taunts, pumping again, you're not one to back down from a challenge, but his long, thick fingers hit a spot that blinds you, that almost makes you drool. "Wanna, huh you brat? Cum right where she can see?"

"Fuck her," you grumble, stroking him over that fabric again, hearing the softest hint of a whimper. "You did fuck her I guess."

"Help me forget," you laugh softly, shaking your head at him. "No, just gonna let me finger you, not fuck you again? Not press your head into the pillows and arch that ass f'me?"

Fuck.

You're met with those red eyes, ones no one should have, like the demon he truly is deep down, as if he recognized how fucked you were and didn't judge you for it - no he fucking relished in your damage. In your horrible decision making, he was right there with you, like some kindred spirit with a huge cock and issues.

"If you can keep quiet I'll meet you in the suite tonight," he lifts a slutty ass eyebrow.

"What now?"

You unzip him, looking around, seeing everyone just standing, nibbling, talking, some are eating and they're all drinking. "Who'd notice if I was under here for a bit, really?"

Unzip.

His eyes almost bulge out of his head, as you fucking disappear like you've dropped some fork, leaving only the stupid yellow feathers from your dress across the seat like they're shedding. Then you've got his huge, veiny cock out and you're lapping your tongue along the underside of it, he almost doesn't hold back his moan, tugging at your hair so tightly you whine out at the pain and pleasure.

"The fuck are you doing, brat?" He huffs now, feeling your soft laugh as you run your tongue up and down his tip, swirling and sucking up that milky pre. "Fuck..."

"Keep quiet if you want me in there tonight," you look up and whisper as he's moved the cloth to look at your smeared lips, coated in his white seed. "Shh."

You're the sluttiest brat there is.

He's never met his match until now, right at your sister's wedding, where you're deep throating your mother's ex boyfriend's cock, you the prodigal daughter who's known as the black sheep just relishing in it, one upping it, deep throating him in one go. He's furious anyone ever felt your mouth, the way it wraps him, and he still has to act unaffected, like he doesn't hear the slurping from you.

"Slutty little brat..." He grumbles, then your mom walks up, touching his shoulder, he tenses since now you decide to start stroking his cock quicker, little fist movements up and down, so good he wants to bust already. "Hey there!?"

"Sukuna, you seem nervous," she says softly, sitting on the edge of the banquet table and crossing her legs, showing far too much in a high slit. "I am so glad you could come."

"Come, yeah," you laugh out against him and he tugs your hair tighter, shoving you so deep you can't breathe. When you're choking on that thick, monster cock inside your throat, you're close to cumming, just from that plus his touch earlier. Hearing your mom's voice just makes you go deeper, as if to show him she couldn't.

You were so fucked up, you both know it.

Yet it makes your sucking even sweeter, every messy slurp and bob, glistening on his veiny length while his huge hands pin your face, sucking your breath away. "Yeah, I'm glad I was able to come..." inside your daughter last night.

"I'm so sorry you got stuck sitting next to her," she earns a glare from him now. "Seating arrangements were made by last names i'm afraid, and she has her father's. Is it too inconvenient?"

"She's not at all," she's perfect, damaged but so perfect, sucking his cock like she's made for it. He gives you a little breathing room, thighs spreading like he's the slutty one here, he can't help but lean down a bit, give you more. "She's a good girl."

Fuck.

You almost cum again just hearing it, even with your mom's nasty laugh, that makes you work harder for it, for him, his hand brushing your hair back so gently, so protective almost, encouraging you. You need it, you want more of it, of him. You suck so hard his cock starts pulsing for you, leaking pre, thickening in the narrow expanse of the throat he's stretching.

"You are sweet," Sukuna laughs at that, you moan softly, and your mother tenses, looking around then. "Where'd she run off to, taking shots?"

"She's just in the bathroom, freshening up she said," you bob again, and he's so close to cumming, every movement just milking him more and more, until his sooty pink lashes flutter. "She'll be here soon I'm sure."

"Surprised she shows up at all, she's just such a-"

"Good girl?"

"No," she blinks then, in confusion, leaning close. "Is she trying to hit on you, flirt with you or something? I saw the way she stared."

"Her hit on me? No."

Sukuna was trying to fucking be with you, with the filthy girl sucking his cock with her mom right there, God he'd give you anything in that moment, depraved and sucking desperate now, head moving up and down in filthy strokes. He almost can't keep his composure, when your mom laughs a bit, hand brushing across his cheek.

"I miss you Ryo," she murmurs, lips against a high cheekbone. "I'm in a suite right over by you, if you want to come by."

You pause, but Sukuna guides your head again, gently this time.

"I have company, from out of town, m'sorry." Your mom huffs a bit, looking away, she's not used to being turned down in her life.

"Another time?"

"Maybe," he almost cried out as you bottom out, slobbering all over his dress pants, leaking against his heavy balls. "I'll l-let you know."

"Of course," she kisses his cheek again and hugs him, right as you swallow.

When you swallow he's done for, as soon as your mom walks off he's busting so hard he can't think, you're choking on how much cum pumps out of that little hole on his mean red tip, drinking it so greedy, whining out at the taste. Salty, a little bitter, but addictive, so fucking good you want more of it.

You suck every drop.

"Cock thirsty," he whispers, you hear it too, as he lifts the cloth, brushing the cum and spit aside. "Perfect little cock sleeve, sucked it all?"

You aren't a submissive girl, but you nod, eating up his praise, looking up at him between his spread thighs, your fingers pressing in just a bit as you swallow the rest of his cum down your throat. He looks around then, peering.

"Coast is clear, hop up real quick."

You do just that, and something shifts in that moment, no it's not the sexual nature, you two have fucked, and you're not inexperienced either.

It's like he knew you needed him?

You're probably just traumatized and seeing shit where it shouldn't be, but it doesn't stop the sense of belonging that happens next to him, his hand running a soothing circle up your back, as he hands you some water. He leans close, as everyone didn't notice you, when do they really?

"I'd have noticed you missing," he murmurs, you tense then, eyeing him.

"Don't say that."

"Yeah, like I fucking want to," he's so raw then, leaning back down, adjusting himself, he then grabs a pen and jots down his number and the room he's in right on a pretty folded napkin. "I didn't make noise, did I?"

"You did not, so I'll come over, a deal is a deal," you smile as if it's all fun, but Sukuna is serious in that moment, jaw set, taking a breath. "Sukuna..."

"I'm leaving now, but I will see you at eight."

"You're telling me when I'll be there?"

He leans too close, far too fucking close.

"I'll see you at eight."

No way that dom shit will work on you.

*****

Knock Knock Knock.

It's 7:59 pm.

Sukuna smiles.

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i know what you want

Frat!sukuna x chubby!reader (no use of y/n, again ignore the ai warning I swear its not, reader is clueless asf, yorozu warning, angst!!, mention of body issues)

(this is quick cause I lowk spent like 3 hours doing the whole thing I'm just edging you guys)

(part 1 - part 2 - part 3)

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Hiii, I hope you're doing well!

I have a question given one of the disclaimers you made in your post, about the AI tag that appears in the images

I'm basically curious about whether or not some kind of artificial intelligence is being used to create those fake convos (I'm not sure of which app you and other authors may be using, let alone how it works), or if its one of those instances where the app/page simply adds and/or uses AI despite the users' preferences

I have seen that little text in other smaus, and I've just assumed that the authors were deliberately 'writing' with ai, or prompting the dialogue to some extent, so when I saw your disclaimer I got curious and wanted to know from an actual user, what does that entail

Not sure if I'm making sense, but yeah, this is pure curiosity, and I would love to know what your know and think. Also thanks for your work, it's a great boost of serotonin <3

sadly the app I (and other creators) use kinda heavily integrates ai and ai chatbots but it's a secondary (and paid? maybe?) feature that I HAVE NOT touched as I hate ai sososo much.

i believe the disclaimer is either a mistake the app creators made or they just assume everyone is using the app for the ai feature so they add the disclaimer everywhere???? they only added it recently too so I have no clue

but rest assured that I do not use ai to create the chats even though it says that

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DRIVE ME INSANE! — ryomen sukuna

26: THE CUDDLE (0.6K)

"i didn't expect you to actually invite me over," you say as you place your phone down.

the groupchat continues to blow up but you decide to take care of it in the morning. right now, you had a man with beefy arms spooning you in his bed.

"me neither," he grumbles.

you turn around, facing him, "am i that irresistible?"

"you wish," he scoffs.

"then tell me why i'm here."

he sighs, "i wish i knew."

the uncertainty in his words puts you in a dreamlike stance. you're not really thinking about the negatives—more of the possibility, the likelihood of this transpiring into reality.

there's nothing you want more.

"what's your first name?" you ask.

"you don't know?"

"never got to know. i want to know more about you. i feel like i never have," you explain.

his eyebrows shoot up like he wasn't expecting that from you.

"it's ryomen."

you fake moan at the sound of it, "sooo hot~"

he lands a small tap on your butt, playfully, "would you stop that?"

you bite your lip to stop another moan from coming out. he looks at you, daring you to moan again so you can face the consequences of your actions. you digress.

"anyways, you're like a mystery to me," you continue. "i wanna know everything about you, what you think about and all that cornball stuff."

sukuna's fingers twitch around your waist. his expression is somewhat perplexed at your words.

"careful, you're starting to sound emotionally invested," he says.

you pull back slightly, "so?"

"i warned you that day. you don't know who you're dealing with," he states.

you laugh, "and i told you i know. i fucking dare you to mess up again. you'll see what happens."

"big talk for someone who came to cuddle with me."

"says the one who invited me over."

"yeah, the one that missed me."

"i could do this all night," you say, poking his chest.

"almost forgot that you're barely tolerable."

"okay, but like, why don't you want to fuck me?" you ask him. "like i feel like you're this big, ole freak. i thought i'd be screaming my brains out by now but we're fricking cuddling in bed."

"is that a problem to you?" sukuna asks.

"kinda."

"you talk too much," he sighs, closing his eyes. "i'm going to bed."

"that's not an answer," you rebut.

"it is."

"is not."

"is."

"do you want to do this all night?" you ask.

sukuna opens his eyes again, takes you in, "i don't know. i used to think it was a game. before, i planned and schemed on how i'd get a girl in bed with me. how do i act in front of her? how can i please her? with you, it doesn't feel like that. just feels like i'm existing on a cloud or some shit, 'cos you're not performing either. you're just naturally a horny freak who's obsessed with me."

you feel your heart warm at hearing his words but slightly get up anyways, "okay, i was gonna say you're so sweet, but that last part pissed me off."

sukuna chuckles, "you're a strong woman and you take no bullshit from anyone." he pauses, as if thinking over his words carefully, "i will admit you scare me a little bit."

"figured that out," you curtly smile. "so, you don't think about having sex with me at all?"

"i do."

"will you elaborate?" you ask, looking at him expectantly.

sukuna lets go off you and turns the other way around, his broad back facing you, "good night, loser."

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SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!

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i know what you want

Frat!sukuna x chubby!reader (sukuna tryin be nonchalant, no use of y/n, this IS NOT ai ignore the writing at the bottom, reader is clueless asf, yorozu warning, angst??)

(IM NOT FULLY BACK MOVINGS BEEN TOUGH BUT IM COMING)

(part 1 - part 2 - part 3)

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