Double Play!

25 | Ace of Diamond is my LIFE. Stan Kominato Ryosuke

[vhyunjinverse]

𐙚 — I’m the Type to Bend Over, Take all the D*ck !

𐙚 JJK men [GOJO+GETO, CHOSO, HIGURUMA, NANAMI, TOJI+SUKUNA] x fem!reader | artwork by @/thatsallitchief | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list

𐙚 If there was anybody on campus that everyone wanted to get their hands on, it was you. Luckily for some guys, their wishes came true.

𐙚 a/n: these are separate but if you squint hard enough they’re connected :p

𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !

[blowjob, slight hair pulling]

It all started at frat!jo's party.

“Well aren’t you just the prettiest star with my cock in your mouth?”

Satoru’s hand had a fistful of your hair, holding you steady while he fucked that pretty throat of yours. He finally got his hands on you after trying for for-fucking-ever. Satoru liked pretty things, and the way his heart leapt the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time was cartoonish. And it seemed you were friends with everyone except him! Even his twin brother ?! But fuckkk it was worth the wait.

“Fuck- that’s a good girl take it.” Your eyes, your pretty eyes looked up at the white haired male while he stared right back down at you. He moans at the way your knees spread on the floor, skirt hiked upon your waist while your fingers teased that pearl between your legs. So wet, the eye rolling whimpers making your pussy throb. “Gonna c—um so deeep down your- fuck- throat star.”

Frantic fingers rubbed at your clit, hips rutting against the wet fingers. Saliva began to leak down your chin, tears caught up in your waterline. And Satoru…oh Satoru. Your hips sputter against your fingers- they didn’t feel fast enough to match the speed he fucked your throat. Pretty blue eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he pushed your head deeper onto his big cock, warm globs of cum filled the space while your pussy fluttered, swallowing every drop.

“Now Satoru, who throws a party and isn’t even present- woah.” The door opens, pretty boy Suguru Geto stares at the scene in shock. Now, he’s walked in on Satoru plenty of times, but the shocker was you.

You smack Satoru’s hand in your hair, his eyes shooting open as you released him from your mouth. “Sh-Shit star wait m’still sensitive-“ All 8 thick inches, pink tip leaking sadly at the loss of warmth

“Shut up! I thought you locked the door? Stupid.”

It’s Suguru who closes the door (after stepping in and locking it). “I got to say, I’m quite surprised to see you Y/N. Thought you didn’t like Satoru.” A teasing smirk raises on his lips, Satoru’s long arm wrapping around your shoulder, cock throbbing against your skirt.

“Was all just sexual tension, right star?” A slap to your ass has you scoffing.

“You come to join Suguru?” He asks excitedly, and that’s how you ended up with your skirt wrapped in Suguru’s fist while he fucked you into Satoru’s mattress like his life depended on it. The white haired man watching while he stroked his sensitive cock to match Suguru’s rhythm. Other than the beats of the music outside, the rhythmic thump ! thump ! creak-thump ! of Satoru’s bed showed. the poor wall behind it no mercy.

“Mmmhp- f-fuck slow down-“ Breathless broken moans pouring into the soft material below you. So wet that Suguru slipped in and out of you with ease, his thick cock head bullying that sweet spot inside of you. So deep that your pussy squeezed around him, the wet squelches of your pretty cunt messily painting a white ring around his cock.

“Hah— hahhh fuck Angel- y’feel so good..”

“S-Sugu-“ Your broken whines send Satoru’s thumb to cover his tip, cum threatening to spill over that pretty face of yours. Suguru shudders, eyes squeezing shut. His hand finds the center of your back, pushing you down to deepen your arch. “O-OH—!” Your body trembles, his biggg dick slipping even deeper into your waiting heat.

“Gonna cum so deep Angel- shit- shit— cumming…fuckkkk”

Fuck. Satoru wanted to take a picture at the scene, his cum splattering across of your face while Suguru’s cock was buried to the hilt as he filled you up, and you better not waste anything.

𐙚 Choso Kamo !

[ sex while under the influence, smoking during sex, fingering, squirting ]

You’ve always been plug!Choso's favorite customer.

You never once had to pay for a damn thing, all he asked for was company while he smoked. Choso who liked you so much (just as much as about anyone) he bought you pretty pink papers to roll your weed up in.

“Stop..teasing Cho.”

Choso who spoiled you so much he called you Princess, and you didn’t mind. The same man who had his pretty lips wrapped around your lipgloss stained blunt. Red eyes low while he lazily rubbed the thick tip of his dick over your cum coated hole. Like the princess you were, you had that pretty back arched for him just the way he liked you to, pink lacy panties pulled to the side.

“It’s so wet princess..” He sighs, tilting his head back as he took a hit of the blunt, inhaling the smoke before passing it down to you.

See, Choso liked taking his time with you. Every movement he made during sex was calculated, he knew what spots made you scream, and he knew what spots would have you squirting all over his bed. Many people wanted you, but Choso had you. He didn’t want to date, just company while he smoked…and pussy.

With his focus on that pretty gaping hole of yours, ready to take him again, Choso fed you like you wanted- like she wanted. Low groan escaping his lips, your eyes closing feeling yourself make room for his big dick as you sucked him in. His hands trembled lightly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin. Inch by inch he pushed all those inches deep inside.

“Mmmfuck Cho-“ You gasp softly, your other hand fisting the sheets while he rocked against you steadily. Your lips kissed the blunt, inhaling the smoke. The moment you took that deep breath, Choso pulls allll the way out with a pop ! before shoving his cock all back in.

“Shitttt, Princess.” He whines, your warm gummy walls swallowing him, begging him to go deeper. But Choso knew what you wanted, he always knew. Shaky hands hold the blunt up towards him. The room stuffy with sex and weed. The slapping of skin echoing throughout as he pounded into that pretty pussy slow but so hard. “Need to fill you up hm?”

The blunt passed back and forth between you two, the pap pap pap sound getting louder by the second. “A-Ahh Cho——w-wait fuck-“ Your head was spinning, mouth agape while he hit that spot over and over again. Drool spilled from your lips, and Choso looked down with those red eyes…

You cry out, the blunt between you two gets put out by Choso so he could fuck you faster with no distractions.

The sight so pretty he wanted to take a picture. “Rub that pretty clit for me princess…that’s right- good girlll.”

Bite marks on the back of your shoulders (that he’d definitely get yelled at for later), your pussy sucking him in and creaming. That white ring getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Right there-“ You groan, fingers making quick work of the sensitive pearl between your legs as you leaked down your fingers.

“Mmm right here?” He smirks down at you, biting his lip while he angled for that spot— that spot he knew drove you crazy.

It only made him want to go faster. To cum inside of you again. “Wanna see this hole— mmph— dripping when m’done-“ Your eyes roll, a shuddering sigh as your body relaxes, a cool breeze pouring over you, your pussy squeezing around him- milking him.

“Th-There she is..” Choso buries himself inside of you, angling at that spot to pour alll of his cum into. “Hahhh fuck..” He lets his head fall back, letting out a soft groan as he planted his seed.

“Spread open, princess.” his voice soft in your ear, inch by inch of his slick coated cock pulling out from your leaking pussy.

“mmmph..” you hold your pussy open for him, his cum seeping out and dripping down onto the soft surface of his bed. Your fingers take a quick dip inside, a small sigh leaving your lips while you throbbing around the digits as more of his cum poured out. Choso always came a lot.

Choso stroked his cock at the sight. Both of you sensitive to the slight overstimulation. But you held it open for him, and his cock slips right back in and out, in and out as you tug gently at your clit. Your legs had a slight tremble to them, eyes squeezing shut while he rutted back into you.

𐙚 Nanami Kento !

[choking, squirting]

It’s always a hassle when you don’t want to go to the gym with 𐙚 med student!Nanami, after promising you’d lock in this time.

“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“

“Hahh…You’re not sorry, sweetheart. You do this every week.”

Your poor couch wasn’t ready for the “at home” exercise Nanami had planned for you this week.

“Does it hurt?” He hums. The firm grip on the back of your neck loosened. Your breath unsteady as your legs shook with a wet globing mess of his cum mixed with your juices trailing allll down your thighs. Shaking your head, you hiccuped, the cushion pillow beneath your head caught majority of your cries and pleasure filled tears.

“Feels good…” You whine, pretty pussy squeezing around Nanami’s thick cock that was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Yeah? Where does it feel good sweetheart?” He coos, voice soft in your ear. Nanami’s hips pull back, dragging his longgg cock with him until the thick head pops ! out of your pussy. He took a long swipe of his cum pouring from your hole before he thrusted back in all at once. You squeal, the grip on your neck tightening back to just the way you liked it- the way Nanami knew you liked it.

“Ri—-ight there- !” A sharp gasp is pulled from your body, Nanami’s hand finding a grip on your ass cheek to see the mess he was making. Sweet groans spilled. Nanami’s glasses began to fog. He throws his head back, biting down on his lip with a small smack ! of your ass that has your pussy squeezing around him.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you here sweetheart?” Cock bullying your puffy pussy. You swear you could feel him right in your heart with the repeated thrust thrust thrust he poured into you. And fuckkk you were so wet, Nanami couldn’t help the loud whine dripping from his lips.

“—-um— gonna…gonna cum ‘gin Nana.” Your eyes squeeze shut. Your warning whimpers did nothing for the man pounding into you. He made it worse- thick fingers leaving your ass to that pretty pearl right between your legs. “Nana-“

“She’s taking me so well, sweetheart.” His thrusts slowed, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit that has your hips jerking. “Listen to that…” The wet sounds echoing across your apartment alongside your moans would definitely be a complaint from your neighbor later.

The fingers worked at your clit. Pound after pound he poured into you, tugging at the sensitive nerve until he felt that wet splash onto his thighs. “Fuck fuck— fuck !” The loud broken whimper of your high came crashing down, Nanami’s fingers still rubbing- his cock still fucking into you while you squirted.

“Good girl, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your neck, his body feeling hot as he leaned over you, kissing the pretty tears away from those pretty eyes. “So good for me, hm?” He cums with a shuddering sigh deep into your womb. The warmth making you shiver, repeated kisses littering your cheek as you panted against the pillow.

“We’re going to the gym tomorrow. Right sweetheart?”

𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !

[degrading: reader gets called a slut, blowjob, fingering, spanking, choking, public sex, anal]

Now, college is fun. You’re a smart girl who has good grades. A smart girl who likes to party and have fun also. But too much fun can cause you to get pulled over by your favorite policemen. Unfortunately, the moment you got pulled over this time you were fucked.

“I know this car. Damn, you must like getting pulled over doll?”

“Tsk tsk. Brat, can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”

The taunting voices of 𐙚 police officer ! Toji and 𐙚 police officer ! Sukuna had you sighing as they knocked on your window.

Sukuna lets out a laugh, the both of them leaning on either side of your door— Toji taps the window with a smirk on his face. You let your windows down as you leaned your head on your steering wheel.

“What is it this time? You high?” Sukuna asks, straight up as he peered into your window. It wasn’t your first time getting pulled over by the two- in fact it’s always them when you get pulled over, and fuck they loved their job a bit too much when it came to you.

“No sir…” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, you were high but you’re sober now from how long you were over at Choso’s…

“Mmmhm. So why’re y’swervin like that this time of night, doll face?” Toji gruffs out as he shakes his head, tapping the roof of your car. “Cmon get out, you know the routine.”

Sukuna watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and he opens the door for you. The pink haired man’s flashlight flashed into your car as per the protocol, but you all knew they weren’t really going to arrest you.

Two of Toji’s thick fingers beckon you forward. His eyes trailing up your exposed legs curiously, a smirk curling in the corner of his scarred lip. It really wasn’t a good time. You were in really short shorts with one of Choso’s t-shirts that was a bit big on your frame that it exposed your bite mark littered shoulder, and the faint hickey’s littering your neck. No bra.

And then he got a realll good look at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment (and something more), your lips puffy looking, and most importantly…you squeezed your thighs together. Even Sukuna caught on and gave a knowing look to his partner.

“Hiding somethin’?” Sukuna’s deep voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir, Officer Sukuna.” You squeak. His body walking around yours as he looked you up and down, curious brow raised. Toji snorts, patting his shoulder as the taller man joined his side.

“Who was it this time? That Gojo boy?”

“Or is it the uhh- shit- what’s the long haired ones name?”

“Suguru Geto?”

“Yeah that one.”

The two cops laugh, beginning to talk about how much Satoru got on their nerves and how many parties they’ve had to give warning to. You roll your eyes, shifting in your step. “It was neither.”

Toji licks his lips as their focus turns back towards you. “Alright doll face. Sure I don’t need to check between those legs this time?” You bite your lip at the footsteps nearing you again. His thumb grazes your chin, tilting your head up and fuck he smelled good.

“I’m sure, Officer Fushiguro.” Your voice sweet, innocent sounding just the way everyone hears it while you bat those pretty lashes….Except Toji knew it was bullshit the moment you started acting sweet. His eyes narrow. Pulling back from you he starts walking to their car, talking Sukuna on the shoulder. The taller man pulls you in by your waist.

“What I tell you ‘bout lying brat? Hm?”

The road was dark apart from the orange hue of the campus streetlights nearby. Your body was hot as you whimpered against the dark hairs resting at the base of Toji’s cock, bent over with your legs spread, Choso’s cum leaking down your pussy while Sukuna spreads the soft skin of your ass open to watch.

“Lost your damn mind, doll face.” His big cock stretching your fucked lips, his hand finding your hair and tugging. A loud smack ! to your ass as you squealing around the twitching muscle, pre cum sliding down your throat.

Toji finds a slow steady rhythm at first, and oh…those pretty eyes looked up at him. “That’s it…take it.”

“You spoil her too much.” The man behind you huffs at his partner. Toji tugs at your hair, pulling a moan right out of you while he smirked.

“Shit- can’t help it. She’s s’pretty —heh- with my dick in her mouth. Aren’t you doll face?” He groans, saliva dripping down to his heavy balls that slapped against your chin.

You hear the clink of Sukuna’s belt being unbuckled, those thick fingers caressing your clit, making you shiver as you rolled your hips slightly for more friction. However, cum still dripped from that pretty pussy. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He curses before those two fingers slip into your hole with ease- with familiarity. A loud squelch ! echoed throughout the dark road as he curled them inside of your heat.

“Fuckin slut.” And his fingers reached deep, causing you to squirm. You whine, hips pushing back. “Mmmph ‘Kuna-“ Your moans muffled. Your hand found the thick of Toji’s thighs to steady yourself while he fucked your throat.

“Tch, he pumped you full too.”

He adds another finger, the trio working you open. When it came down to Sukuna and Toji, you genuinely had to brace yourself. Toji’s cock slips from your mouth for you to take a breath, “Tongue out.” His hand holds your chin, watching your mouth fall open.

“That’s a good girl.” He stroked his cock with the collected spit. Two long strokes of his deep pink cock, the tip thick and almost red. Two thick veins underlined it down to his base. He tapped it against the flat of your tongue. Your tongue licks the dribble of pre cum, kissing the gorgeous tip. You hear Sukuna let out a soft groan behind you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers fucked you faster.

“right there-“ you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a. “p-please m’so close ‘Kuna—“

“Gonna take care of you doll face.” Like they always did.

“Let us show you grown men fuck.”

“You’re really hardheaded. Thought I told you I didn’t want this pussy to be filled the next time I fucked you?”

Your head leaned back onto Toji’s shoulder, his big hand squeezing around your throat. “Sh-Shit— ahh- ah please!” Fast fingers rubbed at your clit. His cock fucking into the welcoming hole of your ass, while Sukuna’s big hands held your thighs spread wide open.

“Please what?” His hips slammed into yours, biggg cock stretching out the gummy walls of your pussy wide.

“Can’t take it-“

“Oh you can take it.” Toji huffs in your ear, the flushed head of his cock slipping in and out… in and out with ease. The sticky mess acting as lubricant between your legs. Your legs that shook violently in Sukuna’s grasp.

“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”

“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”

They found a steady fast rhythm that had you hiccuping. The sounds of skin slapping and your incoherent moans echoed throughout the dark road. Anyone could drive by and see you being fucked by them.

Toji’s groans were loud in your ear. “Takin’ us s’good doll face…like a goood slut.”

“To—ji!” You whimper.

His grip on your neck loosening, “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? Like us fillin’ you up?” and he coos, bringing his fingers to your lips, “Spit.”

Saliva drips down your chin, the gathered spit going straight between your legs. You yelp, hips bucking as the feeling rushes over you. The wet splash between your legs splattered, only making them go faster.

Sukuna lets out a warning grunt. His face a light shade of pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gonna fill you up the way I want to. Understand brat?”

“mm-‘hmm” You whine out, lips parting, your moans growing louder by the second. Between the cocks filling your holes, the fingers rubbing your clit, and the hand around your throat- fuck you could do this for days.

“Dont ever let me catch you like this again.” Sukuna’s voice was hot in your ear, Toji’s chuckle following after. Your insides were so warm. Letting out a breathless moan, you relax against Toji’s chest. Your holes full as they pulled out.

…and as a safety precaution, Sukuna drove you back to your apartment while Toji drove your car there.

𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma !

[public sex, pussy eating]

𐙚 law student!Higuruma abided by campus rules- any rules for that matter. He did things fairly by the law, he was a future lawyer after all.

“I—oh fuck-!” Sometimes, he didn’t. Very rarely.

His hands were hot on your thighs as he held them up, your back against the cool polished wood of the table. Front and center in the campus courtroom used for mock trial. Hiromi found his face buried comfortably between your legs.

His tongue lapped at your slick coated folds, moaning at the taste. Higuruma loved being between your legs after all. The way he ate you out with care, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy dripping with saliva and your juices.

“You taste heavenly, have I ever told you that my sweet girl?” The way he ate you with care, the smell of your body oil filling his nose while he dove deeper into your heat. His tongue took a long stripe up to your clit, carrying your juices with it while he sucked on that pretty pearl.

“Hiro— ah-ah-“ You whimper, withering in his grasp. Your hand found his hair, pulling him in deeper. His tongue slips into your hole, your warmth welcoming him, and he groans. Your slick made a mess of his chin, his lips, and his nose.

“Mmfuck sweet girl. Tase’ so good.” His eyes close for a second, just taking in you. Fuck you drove him crazy. He lets up for just a bit, big eyes staring up at your skirt. You were still in your outfit, panties pulled to the side while he tongue fucked you.

“M’so close Hiro…f-fuck keep licking there.” The sloppy sound of Higuruma salvaging his meal echoed throughout the large empty room, sky dark outside. You were in there after the building closed for the day after all, even after the janitor did his rounds.

Two of his fingers slip there way into your hole making you squirm. He curls his fingers alongside his tongue, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. Your legs shook.

“Give it to me…You know what I want.” He spits a fat glob into your hole, fucking it right into you as as he panted, smug smile on his lips as he loosed his tie. You let yourself fall apart, his fingers reaching deeper into your pretty pussy.

“Gonna cum Hiro-“ You whimper. Higuruma’s tongue latches back onto your sensitive clit with such a loud nasty suck. “Ohh oh fuck- shit- shit- Hiromi!”

He still sucked on your pearl as you squirted. His fingers still fucking sloppily into your pussy, the wet squelch getting wetter by the second. You whine, pushing his head away, you pussy throbbing from the hard wave of your orgasm.

Table wet beneath you, legs spread wide open after Higuruma stands up straight to look down at your panting body. His tongue swiped across his lips. Painfully hard cock straining his pants. His thumb traced sweet circles on your inner thighs, cooing softly. “Such a good girl…mm I have to reward you now, don’t I?” His warm body leans over yours, wet kisses trailing up your body until they landed on your lips.

You whine, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in closer. He rutted against your unclothed pussy, groaning softly into your mouth. “On your stomach.” He taps your thigh gently.

Now, Higuruma made sure you stayed out of trouble. You were his sweet girl after all. He took care of you in the best ways that he could while keeping up with his studies. He didn’t worry about any other guys, because Higuruma knew the way he made you break had you coming back to him each and every time.

“This is what you wanted, am I right?” His hips slam against your ass, the grip on your hips firm but gentle. Your hands held on to the front of the table, as you look back at him. His tired eyes were closed, head tilted back in pleasure, adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. Higuruma’s hair was tousled from the way you pulled on it, and his face a sweet shade of red.

“Just- just what I needed Hiro…” You moan, lips falling open. It was no secret that Higuruma’s dick was big, dark and pretty, long enough to kiss that spot inside of you and farther with every thrust. And your pussy loved it. Loved the feeling of being full of Hiromi Higuruma’s cock, the top law student of his class.

“Yeah?” His hand comes down on your ass with a smack ! making you moan louder.

“Yes—fuck yes!”

“You’re always running back to me Sweet Girl.” He deepens your arch, pushing the center of your back just a bit before he picked up pace. Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! the room echoed. Higuruma swallowed all of your broken moans. Your legs shaking, the grip on the table turning your palms white.

His hand rubs your back, to your shoulders, to the front of your neck. You yelp as he pulls your head back, your mouth open as pleasure filled tears slip from your pretty eyes. “Look at you…so beautiful.” He shudders. “Want me to cum inside?”

You’ve never said yes more quickly in your life. You could feel him deep inside, bulging your stomach. Higuruma lets out a groan, hand hot against your neck. “Rub your clit for me sweet girl, wanna cum at the same time.” He grunts, his deep groans like music to your ears.

Fingers rub at your slik coated clit, your pearl tingling with every thrust- with every touch. Your whole body buzzed, eyes rolling. “M-Mgonna cum— fuck fuck I f-feel it- Oh-!”A loud moan is ripped from you with one final thrust from the man, his cock buried to the hilt as he cums deep inside of you, fucking every last bit into that pretty pussy.

He pulls out once soft, not even the slightest drop of cum spilling. “Hold it in.” The hold on your neck softens, and you lay your head on the table, body tired. Sweet kisses litter your back as you panted.

“Hiro…are there cameras in here?”

[kittyminion]

king ryomen sukuna

ryomen sukuna x maid!f!reader

summary: if you're going to be the king's new chambermaid, then maybe you should get used to his presence warnings: modern king!sukuna, poc!reader, reader has curly/coily hair, fluffyish, not my art

king ryomen sukuna had only met a select few of his staff in the castle. namely, the guards and kitchen staff, the maids and butlers that served his meals—but you were new. you stood against the wall in his bedchamber, chin dipped as you slowly took in deep breaths, refusing to glance at him, unless you count the small nod you forced when he first entered.

and you couldn't keep still. sukuna had been watching you the moment he entered, like a predator hunting prey, but you knew you were being targeted. you wore an unnecessarily uncomfortable maid's uniform: a black dress and a ruffled white apron. a bucket was on your right, while you were gripping a rag tightly, trembling.

"little maid? what are you so afraid of?" sukuna hummed as he stood, pushing of of his four poster bed and stalking over to you. his footsteps pounded against the floor like thunder, broad shoulders blocking the light and casting you in a dark shadow.

your gaze slid up the length of his body, watching the inky black tattoos wrap around his wrists and biceps. the bulge in his pants, the smirk on his lips. he was glistening with sweat, and smelt heavily of something musky but earthy.

"i am not afraid, your majesty."

sukuna scoffed out a laugh, head tilting as he watched you. his size doubled you entirely. his gaze was like the sun, but instead of something warm, it was cold. you felt like he was picking you apart inch by inch.

then, he placed his large hands on his hips and toed at the bucket by your side. "chambermaid, then?"

nodding, you finally looked directly at him—eyes locking with the deep brown of his. you felt your heart pang, but you held his gaze, deciding that if he wanted to kill you, he would've a long time ago.

sukuna bit his lip and chuckled, devouring the sight of you like you were the sweetest candy he'd ever come across.

but after a moment passed, sukuna finally nodded and ran a hand through his hair, the muscles in his back rigid. "start me a bath then, maid."

[paxyfica]

Babe? No! I'm Mom!

The sun is streaming through the kitchen windows, the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes is filling the air, and you are currently standing at the stove, flipping a slightly burnt blueberry pancake.

Sukuna is sitting at the kitchen island. He’s fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging gray sweatpants, his damp pink hair falling into his eyes. He’s scrolling through his phone, sipping his black coffee, completely relaxed.

“Hey,” you say, not looking away from the frying pan. “Can you grab the syrup from the pantry?”

“Yeah, I got it babe.” Sukuna rumbles. He stands up, his massive frame easily reaching the top shelf of the pantry. He sets the bottle on the counter next to you, leaning in to press a lingering, warm kiss to your bare shoulder. “Smells good.”

“Thanks, babe,” you smile, leaning into his touch.

It’s a normal morning. A perfectly domestic, quiet morning. And then, the patter of tiny, bare feet echoes down the hallway.

Yuji waddles into the kitchen. He’s wearing his favorite dinosaur pajamas, his spiky pink hair sticking up in every possible direction. He’s clutching an empty plastic sippy cup in one chubby hand, looking incredibly serious for a toddler who just woke up.

He stops in the middle of the kitchen floor. He looks at you. He looks at Sukuna.

Then, he takes a deep breath, puffs out his little chest, and yells, “Babe!”

You freeze. The spatula in your hand halts mid-air. Sukuna stops mid-sip of his coffee. He slowly lowers the mug, his eyes blinking in confusion.

“Did he just…” you whisper, slowly turning your head to look at your husband.

“There’s no way,” Sukuna mutters, his brow furrowing. He looks down at the two-year-old. “What did you say, little man?”

Yuji marches over to Sukuna. He stops right at his father’s bare feet, tilts his head all the way back to look up at the towering 6’4” wall of muscle, and holds up his empty sippy cup.

“Babe,” Yuji says, his voice completely clear and demanding. “Juice. Pwease.”

Sukuna’s jaw drops.

You slap a hand over your mouth, your eyes going wide. “Oh my god.”

“Did you…” Sukuna stammers, looking from Yuji to you, completely bewildered. “Did he just call me babe?”

“He definitely just called you babe,” you wheeze, a laugh bubbling up in your throat.

Yuji, growing impatient with the lack of service, turns his attention to you. He waddles over to the stove, tugging on the hem of your pajama shorts.

“Babe,” Yuji insists, pointing a chubby finger at the frying pan. “Pancake.”

A loud, booming bark of laughter erupts from your husbands chest. He throws his head back, his massive shoulders shaking as he braces his hands on the kitchen island. “Holy shit,” he wheezes.

“It’s not funny!” you scold, though you are biting your lip so hard to keep from laughing that it actually hurts. “He’s going to go to daycare and call his teachers babe!”

“The kid’s got swagger, what can I say?” Sukuna laughs, wiping his eyes. He crouches down, bringing himself to Yuji’s eye level. “Hey. Buddy. Who am I?”

Yuji looks at him like it’s the stupidest question in the world. He reaches out, patting Sukuna’s tattooed cheek with a sticky hand. “Babe.”

Sukuna bites his fist, his face turning red from the effort of holding in another hysterical laugh. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Stop swearing!” you hiss, swatting Sukuna’s shoulder with the spatula. You kneel down next to him, putting on your most serious, gentle mom-face. “Yuji, sweetie, look at me.”

Yuji blinks his big, golden eyes at you. “Yeah?”

You let out a long groan, dropping your head into your hands. Sukuna is practically vibrating next to you, completely useless.

“No, baby,” you say, looking back up. You point to yourself. “I am Mama. Ma-ma.”

Yuji stares at you.

You point to Sukuna, who is currently trying to compose his face into something resembling a responsible parent. “And he is Dada. Da-da. Not babe.”

Yuji looks at Sukuna. He looks at you. His little eyebrows furrow in deep toddler concentration. He’s processing the information. You can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Mama,” Yuji says slowly, pointing at you.

“Yes!” you cheer, clapping your hands. “Good boy!”

Yuji then points at Sukuna. “Dada.”

“Exactly,” Sukuna nods, looking incredibly proud. “Nailed it, little man.”

Yuji smiles, a massive, gummy grin that lights up his entire face. He looks thrilled with himself. He holds up his sippy cup again, looking right at Sukuna.

“Dada babe! Juice!”

“I give up,” you sigh, standing back up and walking over to the fridge to get the apple juice. “We’re raising a tiny frat boy. This is entirely your fault.”

“My fault?!” Sukuna gasps from the floor, trying to catch his breath. “How is this my fault?!”

“Because you call me babe every five seconds!” you argue, pouring juice into the plastic cup. “You never use my actual name! You never call me mama! He literally thinks ‘babe’ is a universal pronoun!”

“You call me babe too!” Sukuna defends himself, sitting up and resting his arms on his knees. He looks entirely too amused by the situation. “I haven’t heard you call me ‘dada’ unless we’re in the bedroom, and even then—”

“RYOMEN SUKUNA!” you shriek, your face flushing a shade of red as you shove the sippy cup into his chest. “Not in front of the child!”

“What? He doesn’t know what that means,” Sukuna smirks, standing up and effortlessly pulling you by the waist until your back is flush against his chest. He rests his chin on top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.

Yuji happily takes his juice, taking a long sip before waddling over to the living room to watch his cartoons, completely oblivious to the absolute crisis he just caused.

“We have to actively start calling each other Mama and Dada around him. Seriously. I am not having my two-year-old walk around the grocery store yelling ‘babe’ at me.”

“Alright, alright,” Sukuna chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back. He presses a soft kiss to your hair. “We’ll be better. Strictly Mama and Dada from now on.”

“Promise?” you ask, turning your head to look up at him.

“Yes, mommy..” he laughs, kissing your cheek. You groan, elbowing him hard in the ribs. “I hate you.”

an: i'm laughing my ass out with the tiktoks of toddler calling their parents babe! please let me marey Sukuna :c art by: umeka ryomen on pinterest here! the dividers and GIF i got from pinterest! please let ne know who the owners are if u know!

[wondrousbreeze]

<𝟑 .ᐟ Ryomen Sukuna's daughter isn't scared of him. He's shocked.

Pairing: (Modern non-sorcerer au) Papa Sukuna x Mama Reader

CW: None. Fluff.

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"It's fine, shh, don't cry..." The mother of the startled child comforted him.

Sukuna stared at the sky as he sat on the park bench. He's huge. Six foot something. Built like a wall. Tattoos. A resting bitch face.

Kids and babies crying because of him isn't anything new to him. Sure, there were some that didn't cry or get scared, but the number is only so many. In fact, he was sure his upcoming baby was gonna be scared of him too.

"Hey..." You said in a tired but happy voice as the nurse finally brought in Sukuna to see you and the baby.

"Look at her, our Yuki..." You smile at the tiny pink haired baby in your arms.

Yuki has his hair. He's so happy. But he's happier cause she has your eyes. And she's smaller than his forearm, which he finds concerning.

"Won't you hold her?" You ask, looking at him with puffy eyes.

"No..." You've never heard him sound so... uncertain and resigned.

"You won't drop her" You reassure him softly.

"She'll get scared and cry," he looked away. "Don't want her to hate me."

"Look at her," you nod towards Yuki, who's looking at her dad (who's hovering but is too scared to come close to her) with bleary eyes.

She's not scared. Or shocked.

"She doesn't hate you." You say as he slowly brought his hand towards her tiny ones.

She grabbed his finger.

"She grabbed my finger..." He looked genuinely shocked and bewildered.

"She likes you," you chuckle.

"That's not possible" He replies.

So when his tiny three-month old daughter only wants her dad when she's upset? He's confused. And there's another feeling spurring in the corner. Happiness? Relieve? Pride?

"There there, I got you." Sukuna said as he carefully cradled Yuki, his precious baby (that has him wrapped around her 2 cm finger)

Yuki immediately stopped crying. No diaper change needed. She's not hungry either. Maybe she's cold? Or it's gas?

Nope.

She just wanted papa.

He tried putting her back in her bassinet. Instant cries.

"You manipulated me." He says flatly while picking her back up, who stopped crying as soon as he picked her back up.

You roll your eyes at him from where you were resting on the bed.

"She just likes her papa."

This time the concept of Yuki liking him isn't that impossible or foreign to him. It seems ok.

"Yeah," he smiles fondly (not that he'd ever admit it).

"My daughter isn't scared of me."

[uzugeto]

ryomen sukuna vs dress to impress | contains: stupid humor, cursing (?), minors DNI.

sukuna didn't take a lot of things seriously in his life.

piles of dusty textbooks laid untouched on the corner of his desk, academic career hanging on by a loose thread. always claiming he'd 'lock in' only to end up going to a party the next day, showing up to his morning class an hour late and hungover.

his streaming career had only taken off because you'd recorded him cracking his keyboard in half after losing his strawberry elephant (which had taken him two months to get, mind you) on steal a brain rot, much to his disdain and the internet's amusement.

but he was determined on taking this round of dress to impress as seriously as possible.

so seriously in fact, that he spent the last $15 in his savings (that he was planning on spending on taco bell) on robux just to get custom makeup and access to vip. though, a very worthwhile investment when he'd get first place.

the server that he'd spawned in was a server full of bacons—he had this in the bag.

he had a couple minutes before the next round began, reading through some of the comments flooding his screen. "next week's stream's gonna be overwatch, yeah." and then, the donations slowly but surely started to roll in.

"thank you sukunasbootyjuice for the 5 gi-” once the name registered, sukuna slowly turned to look at his webcam and gave it a deadpan glare. "fuckin' freaks."

you came into the room, immediately spotting sukuna at his desk. walking over, you leaned down to press a kiss onto his cheek which he barely avoided. "gotta lock in on this shit right now."

"what're you playing?" you questioned, taking a seat on the chair next to his own. he really only got like this when he played valorant or the occasional round of fortnite. the game screen loaded in. seriously? this was what he was making such a fuss over?

but as he started to play the game, you started to realize just how much he was concentrating on the game. he had pinterest pulled up on another tab—your account, of course—to find pictures of the theme: victorian era.

his brow furrowed as he clicked through each piece carefully, going as far as to look for specific hex codes and patterns. layering with the expertise of a fashion maven, from jewelry to about seven different skirts. and you almost hated to admit it, but his outfit didn't look half bad.

sukuna managed to finish his outfit just before the clock hit zero, a quiet 'phew' leaving his lips. he leaned back against the chair, arms resting behind his head while the first girl showed up on the runway.

nothing out of this world. a simple brown shirt and a short skirt on, hair tied back in a braid. "get this bitch off the stage," he grumbled, his mouse unmoving off one star. you smacked the side of his arm, a glare on your face.

"get this woman off the stage, sorry."

somehow, each outfit that passed seemed to get even worse by the second. a girl showed up without anything on, typing in the chat: 'sorry, joined late xx.' sukuna didn't move his mouse, didn't care, he'd give her negative stars if he could.

then it was his turn to strut down the runway. well, his avatar's turn. same thing. "look at this—” he gestured towards his computer screen, even taking a photo of it on his phone, "and tell me this doesn't deserve first place."

the chat immediately blew up, all disagreeing with him. a stream of no's stretching out for miles, a couple fuck no's sprinkled in just for good measure. "just fucking jealous, look at her." he tapped a couple buttons on his computer, his avatar hitting a nastyyy pose 28 before walking off.

in the game, everyone else had gone quiet. no longer were those girls commenting 'ATEEEE' or 'SLAYY.' he didn't think too much of it, he was still dressed better than everyone else.

when the final podium showed up on his screen, sukuna couldn't help the look of disgust that painted his features: a faceless, shoeless, bald naked girl at first place, followed by a purple girl dressed up in pure neon as a joke, and third was some girl who'd gone with the corset top and skirt. not even bothering to change the colors.

puppyloverunicorn: gg!

mermaidsrcool: slayed girl!

shshdkshs: so deserved!!

his eye twitched with each passing comment, scrolling down the leaderboard with the expectation he'd at least get fourth. nope. maybe fifth? still no. sukuna continued to scroll down the list, jaw clenched when he finally got to his place.

last. fucking. place.

sukuna [VIP] : #### ### #####

sukuna [VIP]: #############################################################################################

mermaidsrcool: we don't speak tags 😂😂

that was his last straw.

"fucking idiots wouldn't know fashion if it smacked them in front of their stupid, crusty musty smiling faces," he spoke into the mic, his avatar moving right in front of mermaidsrcool, "i'm talking to your stupid fucking face. fuck you and your friends, trashy ho."

even though sukuna was basically giving them the win by doing so, he decided to leave the game before he got even more heated. he didn't bother saying goodbye to the chat, ending the stream without a word.

you tried to stifle your laugh from next to him, lip caught in between your teeth in attempts to keep every noise at bay. "it's not that funny," he grumbled beside you, laughter escaping from your lips.

"no, no, you're right, i'm sorry," you babbled through laughter, "trashy ho, though?" sukuna was sure this gaming sesh couldn't get any worse—his stream watched him curse out a server of (probably) 12 year olds, he'd lost, and you were laughing at him.

turns out things could get worse. he woke up to a notification from roblox the next day: you've been banned from using voice chat for the next 30 days.

a/n: most stupidest thing i’ve ever written but i hope you enjoyed 😭 also haven’t logged in since dec and the map’s fucking huge now wth

[writer-b0y]

"I Hate it When You Cry."

True Form Sukuna x Concubine!Reader

Part 1 - (You are Here) Part 2

Words: 2k

Includes: True form Sukuna (yes including the stomach mouth, submissive little bitch reader, gender-neutral reader, Angst with a good ending, Sukuna is soft towards reader, power dynamic, slightly heated (no outright smut though), Sukuna only wants reader.

(Not Proofread)

‘This is it.’ You thought to yourself, gravel biting into your knees.

‘This is how I will die.’ As your gaze fixes down to the ground, watching as the bugs wiggle to and fro. They’re more free than you ever have been.

You can hear his voice, deep, loud, almost more growl that words. You haven’t seen him yet. Not in person. You’ve heard stories, of course. Seen paintings and sketches, heard about how terrifying he is. How those who dare look him in the eyes, don’t live long enough to tell the tale.

You suck in a breath at the sound of footfalls against gravel. Eyes squeezing shut, scared even the slightest movement may get his attention.

The day that every young child fears. The day those who are of age must learn to accept.

He comes to your village every three years. A small, quaint, unsuspecting village tucked into a valley of blooming Sakura’s and vivid flowers. A place no one would expect the King of Curses to choose his servants and concubines.

You have one of three outcomes in this moment.

One, you live another day, working in his palace, cleaning, forcing yourself to work to the bone day and night. Until you inevitably die of dehydration, exhaustion, or both.

Two, you live as one of his concubines. Serving his every whim, living in a room far better than your family could ever afford. Trying your best to go undetected, for fear the others may be jealous of you. Simply for being prettier, favorited, or a myriad of other foolish reasons.

Three, he kills you on the spot, bloody draining down the grass-covered paths of your village, serving as both a reminder and a warning, that even the slightest step out of line could be your end.

You hold your breath as the footsteps get even louder, eyes now open as you can practically feel his shadow looming over you.

“Rise,” he growls, voice scratchy and rough. Seemingly annoyed with the situation. Like deciding the fates of the youth who have their whole lives ahead of them, is such a bore.

You suck in a breath, pushing yourself to your feet, eyes staying stuck on the ground, knowing what could happen if your gaze dare to stray just a centimeter off.

Before you have a chance to process it, you can feel his skin against yours, his hand underneath your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

Your breath catches, eyes immediately closing, for fear he’s testing you.

But that’s proven wrong just a moment later… at least you believe it is.

“Open your eyes mortal, look at me.” He spits the words at you, watching as you tremble slightly in his grasp, eyes opening with hesitation.

His face is like nothing you could have expected. The paintings you’ve seen, stories you’ve been told, have never painted him in such a light as being…. Handsome..

His features are sharp, four eyes staring back at you, golden-red rings in his eyes pulling you in like nothing else.

His black tattoos almost shine in the light, drawing your eyes in. Gaze roaming over his face, your prior hesitation now nowhere to be seen.

He smirks, eyes roaming your face in the same manner. He then turns your head to the side, observing the way your skin feels beneath his touch “Hmm…” Your breathing stills, heart beating even faster than before.

He jerks his head in the direction of one of the servants. “You’re coming with me.” You finally exhale, breathing returning to normal as your heart tries to go back to its usual pace.

He lets go, and you finally get the chance to look at all of him. His toned and muscular form, tattoos moving down from his face and trailing over the expanse of skin he shows.

You can already tell they trail far past the waistline of the pants he wears, made of the finest silk.

He turns, beckoning you to follow as he walks towards the aforementioned servant.

You clasp your hands together, staring straight ahead as you walk, knowing if you make eye contact with those around you, you may not be able to move. You may not be able to go through with this.

He pulls you to his side as he faces the rest of those still on their knees.

“Let it be known that I expect more from you, filth. One acceptable concubine out of a group of seventeen?” He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

So, he will be taking you as a concubine then… you try to imagine it, but nothing comes to you, unable to know what awaits you in the future.

He then turns to you once more, his second pair of arms crossing themselves over his lower stomach, covering the mouth that rests closed there.

He leans in, breaths ghosting over your skin.

“I want you to watch as I kill the filthy inadequate mortals your village leaders thought would be sufficient enough.” He smirks, taking your chin between his fingers once more.

“Let it serve as a lesson in gratitude.” Within an instant all you can hear are screams. The heads and bodies of those you grew up now covered in slashes, blood seeping onto the grounds of your village garden.

Staining the once green grass a maroon so deep and dark it’s almost black.

You don’t join their screams. You don’t let your tears fall. He’s taking you as his concubine, allowing you to live, for now at least.

You will not be letting this opportunity go to die.

You will bow your head, avert your eyes, speak only when spoken to.

You will do whatever he wishes of you. You will do whatever it takes to stay alive.

Your days at the palace have been… quiet to say the most. Your routine falls into place swiftly.

Wake, bathe, get ready, join the other concubines for breakfast, then spend the remainder of the day occupying yourself.

You’ve taken up a few hobbies upon realizing majority of your days are yours to… enjoy? You’re not quite sure what it is.

Once you arrived here you assumed you would be seeing Sukuna often, being at his beck and call all hours of the day.

Instead, you haven’t seen him since the day you arrived. He showed you to your room, and the shared dining room, then left you to your own devices.

In the meantime, you’ve picked up knitting, reading, and strolling through the garden.

You’ve had very few run-ins with the other concubines, who are both men and women.

You suppose it makes sense; the King of Curses can have anyone he wants.

Taking walks through the garden is your favorite activity thus far, proving to be a lovely way to spend your time and get some much needed sunlight, peace, and quiet.

You hum softly, fingers running over the roses planted near a simple wooden bench.

Walking among the rows and rows of colored flowers has provided a small amount of joy to you.

You’ve found yourself bringing the watering can out of the old shed, spending hours outside taking gentle care of the blooming plants.

You’re about to sit down, wanting to watch the sun set down the horizon, but the loud sound of footsteps break your focus.

You turn, almost coming face to face with Sukuna. You gasp, dropping to your knees and averting your gaze as quickly as you possibly can.

A scratchy chuckle sounds out from the man in front of your now-bowing form.

“Rise now, Mortal.”

You suck in a breath, forcing yourself to your feet, gaze stuck on the ground below, soft, vibrant grass now the focus of your attention.

He moves swiftly, once again grabbing your chin, far gently than the first time.

“Did I not tell you to look at me the first time we met? Raise your gaze, now.” He squeezes your chin ever so softly, the action surprises you immensely.

Why is he acting in such a manner?

“You’re out here quite often,” he hums, eyes dragging over your face. “I think you’re the only concubine who has ever dared to enter my garden.”

Your lips part, not realizing this area was off limits. “I-I I had no idea, I’m so very sorry.”

You apologize immediately, the words leaving your lips like they’ve been practiced a million times.

He moves just slightly, and you flinch, closing your eyes tightly, purely on instinct.

After a moment you realize nothing has happened, he has not moved. You take a breath, forcing your eyes open.

Sukuna stares at you, a soft frown on his face. “You’re allowed to be here. There is no reason you may not enjoy the gardens as I do.”

Your lips part once more, though this time it’s from surprise.

“Y-you said no concubine has dare enter the gardens...?”

He shakes his head softly. “I said that because it’s true, none have ever left the few rooms in the palace they know. Though, you have.”

He pauses, before continuing, voice slightly more stern. “The only room off limits to you is my own, unless you are invited in. Otherwise, you may go wherever you please.”

You nod, breathing finally returning to some semblance of normal.

Your eyes tilt down once more. “My Lord... may I ask a question.”

He sighs, tilting your head up further, frown returning to his features. “Look at me while you speak.”

You nod, words leaving your lips quickly, for fear you may lose the courage if you do not ask now.

“Where are the other concubines? It has been quite a while since they have come to the dining area for meals, or been seen around the palace.”

You can’t help but bite your lip, hoping to get an answer to the question that’s been plaguing your mind for days now.

He frowns once more; a sight you realize you’ve grown used to seeing. “They’re gone.”

You pause, eyes searching his features for an explanation. “Gone?” You question.

He nods, voice now rougher, less gentle than before. “Yes, gone. Could you not hear me the first time?”

You apologize quickly. “I-I heard you, I-Im sorry I just don’t understand… Where have they gone?”

He sighs once more. “You apologize far too much, it’s annoying.” He then squeezes your chin again.

“Most I murdered, a few were sent away with their belongings.” He pauses, “I think a few were also pushed off the neighboring cliff. I'm not completely sure though.”

You stare at him in shock. “They’re all gone?”

He shakes his head. “Did I not just say that? Have your ears stopped working? Are they stuffed with cotton?”

“N-no My Lord.”

He nods, gently letting go of your chin. “Good, I'd rather not have to take you to see the medical practitioner.”

So many questions run through your head. But mainly, “My Lord… Why have you gotten rid of them...?”

The second set of his arms cross over his stomach, a position you’ve seen him take quite a few times now.

With the other pair, he shrugs. “I got sick of them, so I disposed of them. I have no better explanation than that for you, Sunshine.”

The nickname flows over you like a thick coat of honey, soothing your nerves—even though you know you shouldn’t let your guard down around him.

You can’t help the way your cheeks heat, flushing a rosy shade of pink. Sukuna immediately smirks at the sight.

You want to know why he spared you. Why you’re the only one he kept. Why it’s their blood staining his hands instead of your own.

You shove down those questions, knowing that for now, simply being alive is a blessing.

Whether that blessing was granted by him, or someone else watching over you, you don’t know.

You watch as his eyes search your face, a smile pulling its way onto his features before he speaks. Words confusing you even further, pushing even more questions into the vast depths of your mind.

“I’d like you to join me for dinner this evening, Sunshine.”

[nightlyartowl]

Snap! Feat: Photographer! Shuji Hanma/Muse!Reader Warnings: Creampie,pinv,cunnilings,slight improper use of camera? Wc:1393

A/N- This was written with future(Older) Hanma in mind 🤓👆+ I was inspired by this post by @yukich1-chan

“Turn a little to the left for me alright?” Hanma directed you as you posed for the camera in his hands.

You’ve been working with him for about 4 years now ever since you met Hanma one faithful day coming home from your previous office job. He said that you were exactly what he needed to help boost his career and get his name out there. Plus, who would turn down a potentially better life compared to the shitty one you were living.

Sure it was slow at first but eventually you ended up getting more and more offers over the years making both you and your cameraman pretty well known around Tokyo.

That all takes us back to the current moment where you guys are doing a photo shoot in the local park for a summer fashion collection ad. You were dressed in all white sundress with brown sandals and gold hoop earrings that glistened in the sun.

“Hanma? I getting kinda hungry. You think we could pick things up after a lunch break?”

Hanma looked up from his camera. “Yeah sure. We do have to get these done though so we’ll have to make it quick.”

—

The two of you walked out of the park and a few blocks down the street before stopping in a ramen shop. You took your seat as Hanma sat across from you while skimming through the menu. Once the order was placed, you guys were left to wait as you sipped on your beer.

“So, what do you think we’ll do next?” Hanma asked breaking the silence.

“What do mean?”

He laughed a bit at your confusion. “I mean our next assignment. Like which company do you think is gonna hire us next.”

You gave a him a small glare for the slight tease. “Well I hope it’s for a food company next.”

“And why’s that?” Hanma’s eyebrow quirked up.

“Because, we wouldn’t have to leave the site just to grab a bite to eat. Convenient and tasty.”

He laughed again,though louder this time. “Aren’t you a smartie?” He then got up from the table. “Well, while we’re waiting I’m gonna go outside and take a quick smoke. Be back okay? Just call me when it’s here.”

With that, Hanma walked out leaving you to scroll on your phone for the time being.

After what seemed like forever, the ramen came and damn it smelt good!

“Enjoy miss!” The server was a younger guy who enthusiastically spoke to you.

“Thank you.” You pulled your phone out and texted Hanma but got interrupted but the server who strangely hasn’t left yet.

“Can I help you?” You kept your tone as nice as possible.

“Y-yes actually. I just think your really beautiful ma’am.” He stuttered out as the young boy’s face grew heated.

“Thank you!” You were always glad to take a compliment.

But then, the boy got closer to you. A little too close for comfort as he grew bolder. “And you know, since that guy you were with is gone he wouldn’t mind if I took you for a sec.”

You suddenly got uncomfortable as you tried to politely shoo him away. “I’m flattered but, I’m busy today and-”

You froze as his hand reached your thigh as it softly squeezed the plush of it. “C’mon, it’ll only be for a few minutes or so. I promise.”

“What’ll only be for ‘a few minutes or so’? Hanma stood right behind the boy, voice low but his signature smirk still there. “Because we were trying to eat and get out of here, so leave her alone alright? Or do you want me to give you another reason to go?”

The color drained from the guy’s face as he left, scurrying back to the kitchen. Both of you laughed about it for a minute before quieting down again.

Hanma took his seat before you spoke up. “Thanks Shu. You really did me a favor back there.”

He looked at you sincerely. “No problem. But, I was kinda excited to possibly get to beat the shit outta him. Anyways, how about we take this to-go?”

You smiled. “Yeah,that’s cool. And Shuji?”

“Yeah?”

You hesitated a moment. “Can we just finish the shoot tomorrow? I’m a little tired after that.”

Hanma let out a sigh before answering. “Yeah,Yeah. We’ll pick it up later I guess.” He paused for a second then continued. “But, I’ll be taking you home after what happened just now.”

—

The ride back to your place was quiet for the most part aside from exchanging small jokes and comments. Once you finally reached your apartment, you and Hanma hopped out the car as you walked to your door.

“Thanks again for all this.” You said pulling out your keys.

“I don’t need thanks, it’s fine.”

You then decided that maybe you should give him another form of thanks. You thought a kiss on Hanma’s cheek would do since he was already slightly turned around anyways so maybe he’ll barely notice.

You leaned upwards aiming for his cheek when Hanma turnt his head back causing your lips to collide. You tried to pull back being startled but he grabbed the back of your neck deepening the kiss as Hanma practically tried to shove his tongue down your throat.

You finally got out of his grasp. You didn’t even know what to think now after that. Sure, Hanma’s pretty hot you can’t even lie but, isn’t the line between professional and personal matters being crossed? He’s your photographer for gods sake!

“What was…that for?” You said after catching your breath.

“Well I’ll be honest, your hot as fuck. Have been since I met you.” He said it so bluntly it made your jaw drop. “And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fucking you at some point. Though, I guess I can understand if you-”

You knew it might’ve been wrong but decided to take a chance anyways even if it might’ve messed up whatever relationship the two of you shared.

You took Hanma’s hand without a word unlocking the door and without hesitating any longer, you pretty much jumped the man’s bones.

He held you with one arm around your waist and the other greedily grabbing your ass. Your lips met each other again but this time full of bottled up longing and pure lust. Hanma nipped on your bottom lip as he backed you up against your kitchen counter,flipping then bending you over as far as you’d go.

“Shuji…” you softly called his name.

“Shh, just chill and let me do my thing.” He started pulling your pants down before moving the seat of your panties to the side.

Hanma sucked at your clit while pumping two of his slender fingers in and out of your throbbing heat as he stretched you out. He picked up his pace collecting your slick on his fingers scissoring you making you gasp and whimper under his grasp.

Breathlessly you said. “ Shu I’m gonna-”

He removed his fingers from in you as soon as you said that. “Your not doing that unless it’s on my dick. And also, where’s your bedroom?” He said that while lifting you over his shoulder.

“Down the hall to the right.” You pointed in that direction.

Hanma roughly tore your clothes off stripping you naked, shoving you onto the bed before stripping himself and joining you in the sheets.

He didn’t even wait for you to say anything before ramming his whole 8 inches in your soaking cunt. He relentlessly pounded into you hitting that sweet spot every time making you moan out his name loud enough the neighbors could probably hear.

“Fuck! Shuji!?Keep going just like that!” You gripped the sheets tight as he kept driving his cock in your needy hole.

“Yes,yes,yes! Oh-!” Hanma bullied your tight pussy til you saw white orgasming on his dick as your walls spasmed around him. He reached his peak after you busting inside you filling you to the brim with his hot seed.

You both came down from your high as you lie down and Hanma pressed himself against the plush of your boobs.

“Smile gorgeous~.” Hanma aimed his camera downwards at the both of you before taking a picture, your fucked out expression seen perfectly.

“SHUJI HANMA!”

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[yummidumplingss]

My Favorite Secret

Synopsis. Your best friend, Shoko, drags you to your very first frat party. What happens when you spill your drink on a man who just so happens to be your favorite camboy, whom you've spent hours watching and hundreds of dollars donating to?

Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Chapter contains: Fratboy!Camboy!Sukuna x Shy!Reader, college AU, m masturbation, mentions of Gojo and Geto, reader is a nervous reck

WC. 4.4k

A/N: FINALLY out of hiatus! Next few chapters are going to be absolute delicious

18+ MDNI

part 3… part 4… part 5…

Tuesday came faster than it should have.

You were already in your afternoon marketing class. The same class with the two frat boys from the party. 

You turned around in your seat at the front of the class, eyes darting to the back of the room just to make sure they were there. To your surprise, they were. You audibly groaned as you turned back in your seat, not being able to focus on whatever your professor was saying anymore.

After the whole incident Sunday morning, you made the rash decision to stop watching his videos and give the shirt back. Seriously, who sniffs a stranger's shirt? Plus, you felt like you were invading his privacy by knowing what he actually looked like even if you didn’t know his name. You didn’t want to know his name, feeling like it would seem more of an invasion.

He never showed certain parts of his body, never even hinted his name, area, or even favorite anything for that matter. 

Even the fact that he was quiet while attempting to please all his viewers made it obvious that he had to keep that part of his life a secret. Yet here you were, standing in his room, wearing his shirt, seeing his oh so precious desk where he jerks off on live for thousands of people, and even talking to him– about streaming nonetheless! 

Memories from that night came back, making you relive every embarrassing word you ever uttered to him. Seriously, how much more obvious could you be?

You dropped your head in your hands, giving up on listening to whatever your professor was saying as you tried to gather up the courage to talk to the two boys in the back. 

You had originally planned to give the shirt to them, assuming that they knew the pink haired man since they were all at the same party. 

But… since they almost never came to class, you assumed that they wouldn't come today, either, especially since they had literally just thrown a party three days ago, so you didn’t bring the shirt. 

You had washed it immediately. Just thinking back on that day had you shuddering. 

Before you knew it your professor was beginning to wrap up his lecture, half the class packing up their things. 

This was your chance. Your only chance. 

Stuffing your computer in your bag, you stood up and began to walk to the back of the class while you still had even a little bit of courage in you. The two of them were already standing, heading for the back doors while talking about whatever it was they were talking about. You picked up your pace before you were walking directly behind one of them. 

Before you could stop yourself, you reached up to tap the white-haired boy on the shoulder, causing him to stop mid-sentence and turn around to face you.

“Um, are you Suguru Geto?” 

The boy raised his brows, chuckling lightly as he pointed back to the long-haired boy next to him. 

“No, I’m Satoru Gojo, but that's Sugu’ right there.”

Your cheeks started heating up, embarrassment clouding your thoughts but you quickly pushed it away. 

“Oh, um, sorry–”

Before you could formally apologize, the long haired boy who you now found out was Geto, interrupted you with a wave of his hand. 

“You’re fine. But sorry, do I know you?” He questioned, squinting his eyes at you, trying to figure out who exactly interrupted him and his friend. 

Before you could answer, Gojo stuck his finger out, pointing it right in your face with a loud yell of your name, startling the few remaining students. 

Wow. They really would not let you get a word in. 

“Um, yeah, that's me? How did you know my name?” Your voice narrowed, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the sudden change in atmosphere. 

The white-haired boy lowered his finger, voice now all high and fast like he was some little kid who just got his first sugar rush. 

“You’re Shoko's friend! She told me she was gonna bring a friend to my party Saturday night but I didn't get the chance to meet you.” 

You looked back at Geto, who was now moving back to lean against one of the tables, lightly shaking his head with a faint smile on his mouth like he couldn't believe what his friend was saying at the moment. 

“Shame. She should've told me how pretty you were, then maybe I would've introduced myself properly and we would've had a great time.” Gojo drawled out with a smirk pulling his mouth up as he stared down at you. 

You start stammering, feeling even more uncomfortable in the presence of two notorious frat boys, “Sorry, I d-didn't know? Shoko never said anything to me… Um…” You trailed off, eyes flicking back and forth between the both of them.

 The long-haired boy met your eyes, “Now that we got that out of the way, did you need something?” A hint of amusement laced in his voice as he shifted closer to you.

You nodded before gesturing back at Gojo, “Speaking of the party, I was wondering if you knew this guy with pink hair and a bunch of tattoos from the party?” 

The two boys quickly gave each other a certain look with a smirk on their faces at the mention of pink hair before looking back at you and asking why in unison. 

You felt a little embarrassed telling them these things but since they knew Shoko, you figured it would be fine. You gave them both a quick explanation of the whole shirt situation, watching their smirks slowly form into full blown grins while you explained how you wanted to give it back to him. 

Geto leaned back, letting his friend answer the question. “Ahh, so you’re the girl.” He practically giggled out. 

Getting flustered quickly, you start stuttering before getting interrupted once again by Gojo. 

“He’s a part of my frat. He’s been home a lot lately so you could probably find him there.” 

The raven-haired boy finally butts in, “Do you have it with you?” You raised your eyebrows, “The shirt I mean. We’re both gonna stop back at the house before we go to the gym later and we could just give it to him.”

“Um, no sorry. I didn't think you two would be in class today, so I didn't bother to bring it,” Flashbacks of Sunday morning wash over you at the thought of his shirt. 

While Geto waves a hand to dismiss you, saying it's fine, Gojo digs into his bag and pulls out a thick, black marker. 

“C’mere,” he waves at you. 

“Um, okay?...” You didn't bother to question him while you shuffled forward. 

He grabbed your forearm, pushing up your sleeve while his cold fingers held it out to himself.

“What’re you doing?...” You asked before realizing it. 

He was writing down an address with a few weird symbols above it, handwriting so horrible that it took up half your arm. 

“It’s the frat address. You can stop by later or whenever to drop off the shirt, Sukuna won’t mind.” 

You stare at the address scribbled on your arm before looking up to meet Gojo's obnoxiously bright blue eyes, “Sukuna?”

Geto laughed at your confusion, “Forgot you didn't know his name. It’s Ryomen Sukuna.”

You repeat the name, letting it roll off your tongue as the two frat boys watch you. 

Well, there went your plan of not finding out his name.

“You can drop it off around 7 or 8 tonight, if you’re planning to do it today, since that's when he usually gets home from the gym.” He added. 

“We’re out at that time though because we all go around 9 and Sukuna doesn't like to go to the gym late at night,” Gojo said, putting the last three words in air quotes before continuing, “So you’ll have to give it to him yourself.” 

You can only nod, thinking of all the possible things he could be doing at 9 pm on a Tuesday.

“Ok, well, we gotta get going, or else we’re gonna be late,” Geto said, grabbing Gojo by the shoulder. 

The two wave back at you as you stand there, staring dumbfoundedly at your arm. 

“Hope to see you around more, cutie.” Gojo winked back at you, earning a slap on the back of his head from his friend before walking away, tsking. 

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You got to the frat house a little bit past 7, not wanting to come at 8 because it seemed too late. You wondered why you couldn't come earlier, but apparently, the frat was just always busy. 

Once you got home from class, you made sure that the shirt was cleaned thoroughly before you put it away in one of your nicer bags, gaining a suspicious look from Shoko before you walked out the house. 

You knocked on the door, only to be met with silence. Maybe he wasn't home? Maybe you should've come at 8, just in case he just got home not too long ago, or was still out. 

You knocked once more before assuming he wasn't home after you heard zero movement coming from inside. You got one step down the stairs before the door swung open. 

Standing before you was a soaking wet Sukuna, water still dripping down his pink hair and down his shirtless chest, drops of water disappearing into the waistband of his black sweatpants. All his tattoos on display, including the stupid spider that gave him away.

Your knees almost buckled. 

His brows were furrowed, clearly mad that someone interrupted his shower, though his gaze seemed to soften when he looked down to see you standing there. 

“Oh, it’s you.” Standing at his full height, smirk plastered across his face with his arms crossed across his chest, making his biceps flex as he stretched, the twin tattoos there flexing with them. You gave him a shy hello and a mumble of your name before holding the bag out to him. His eyes watched you the entire time as you refused to meet his, followed by a mutter of your name, letting it roll off his tongue, just like you did with his. 

“It’s, um, your shirt. Sorry, it’s taken me a while to give it back to you, I just, um, didn’t know who you were.” You trailed off, eyes looking at the pillars next to you, trying not to make eye contact with his bare chest. 

Seriously, what was up with him not wearing shirts?

Sukuna chuckled before grabbing the bag, making you look up at him, your neck craning at his obnoxious height. 

“Really? I didn’t introduce myself, though that's only ‘cause I figured you already knew who I was.” He tilted his head down, opening the bag and peering into it before continuing. “That was my fault, though. I only realized after you left that I didn't know you were either.”  

You kept eye contact, worried that if your eyes left his even for the slightest second, then they would drift down to his chest.

He lifted his head up, leaning against the door before that stupid smirk came back on his face. 

“It was a shame, too.” His grin widened, “Wish I could've gotten the name of the pretty girl who spilled her drink on me.” 

Pretty?

Your eyes dropped from his, trying to avoid his gaze as blush crept up on your cheeks.

Did the King of Curses just call you pretty? No, It wasn't him. This was Ryomen Sukuna talking. He seemed awfully different from the first time you two had met. 

“Oh, u-um,” You were stuttering, practically speechless at his words. Surely he was just teasing you, right? 

Apparently he noticed your shyness and flashed a full smile, “Relax, darling.”

Darling? 

Your mind started racing. You felt like a complete pervert thinking about his old videos at the mention of the nickname. Though the arousal in your panties made you feel like a creep.

Your gaze stayed locked on the floor, mouth ready to speak but nothing came out until you finally gathered up the courage to tell him goodbye. Though when you looked up, he was no longer looking at you. 

No, instead his head was once again buried in the bag, eyes peaking into it to find it all properly folded, the floral scent of your detergent quickly making its way into his nose. 

Your eyes widened, assuming he hated the smell, “Sorry! I wanted to wash it before I gave it back.” You blurted, “I didn't want it to be wet and reeking of alcohol."

His expression was different from his previous one. No smirk, no teasing. Just plain. 

Sukuna mumbled what sounded like a thank you, not meeting your eyes before grabbing the shirt out of the bag, laying the bag onto the table next to the door before swiftly putting it on.

Your eyes practically popped out of your head at the sight of him lifting up the hem of the shirt, tattoos back on display, and bringing it up to his nose, taking a generous whiff of it. 

“This smells great, actually,” he said, emphasizing the great. “I don't think any of my clothes have ever smelled this good.” 

You gave him a light smile, not trusting yourself to speak. You almost wished he kept it off… Though you had to muster up the courage to leave. So, you opened your mouth, getting ready to say bye before…

“Do you wanna come in?” 

Your mouth stayed open in shock, wide eyes meeting his, trying to process what he had just asked. 

He let out a laugh at your shocked expression, “I still have your shirt. It's just in my room and I don’t wanna leave you out here all alone.” He clarified. 

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You had completely forgotten about it up until now. Good thing Shoko wasn't looking for it.

He stepped back a bit, giving you space to enter before closing the door behind the both of you. The house looked the same from the last time you had been there, only now it was slightly cleaner, a little more empty, and way brighter. 

“Do you remember the way upstairs?” Sukuna asked, teasing you with that stupid smug smirk of his. 

You huffed, feeling your cheeks turn pink one more at his words before following him up the stairs. 

Once you two reached the door, he put his hand on the doorknob before pausing. 

“Um, actually, could you just wait one second?” He asked, turning around to face you. “I just need to make sure my room’s presentable enough, y’know?” A forced smile plastered on his face. 

“Y-yeah, of course.” You smiled back, trying to hide the fact that your face was probably bright red at this point. 

You stepped back a bit, watching as he cracked the door open just a bit so he could squeeze through before closing it on you. 

It was only a few seconds before he fully opened the door, inviting you in. You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, hyper aware of everything that went on in it. 

It all seemed to affect you more now than it did the last time you were in here. Maybe it was because you had drunk a little beforehand but you were really realizing everything now.

You kept on standing there, hands laid awkwardly by your sides while Sukuna grabbed your shirt out of his closet. He handed it back to you, clearly washed and neatly folded. 

“Wow, I didn’t take you for the type of guy to fold his clothes.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood as you took the shirt back. 

“I usually don’t.” He scoffed. “But, uh, since it was your shirt, I thought I should.” He looked away now, eyes darting to somewhere behind you while he continued. “Plus, I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again.” 

You slowly nodded, agreeing with the pink haired man. 

You glanced back over to his desk, noticing that all his monitors were on. 

“Oh, um, were you busy?” 

Sukuna turned his head towards where you were looking, brows furrowing slightly before he answered. “Nah, I was just about to play some games.” 

You should’ve let it go. You really should’ve. But it was Tuesday night at 7pm. This was your chance and you were not about to give it up. 

“Were you going to get on live?” You asked him. 

Sukuna’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline, eyes wide before asking, “What?” 

You noticed his nervousness, internally giggling. “The last time I was in here you mentioned how you streamed sometimes when you game. Remember?” 

Sukuna eased up a little, “Oh, yeah. Um, yeah no, I’m, um, not planning on it tonight.” He stumbled over all his words, earning yourself a little internal victory lap. 

You hummed in response. “There’s a lot of stuff set up if you’re just going to play games, though.” You countered. 

Sukuna fully turned his back on you, now facing the desk as he pointed to his old pc, which clearly was not being used. 

You leaned closer, squinting at the monitors to make out the logo in the next tab. 

There it was. The same logo for the cam site. The one you knew all too well.

Even though you already knew it was him, so many new feelings rushed towards you. Guilt? Embarrassment? 

You wondered what he had planned for tonight’s stream. A little part inside you almost wished you could just blurt out that you knew all about it and ask for an invite on live. Offering yourself up instead of that stupid little fleshlight…

You hadn’t even realized that Sukuna was talking to you before he turned back to face you, taking note of your squinting eyes as you started at the tab over. You practically jumped, taken aback by the sudden closeness of your faces. 

Sukuna cleared his throat, though before he could say anything you took another step back, avoiding his eyes. 

“T-thank you for the shirt!” you blurted, getting flashbacks from the last time you were in his room. 

“Oh, uh, thank you, too.” His voice trailed off, eyes no longer looking worried, but now more confused like. 

“So, I should get going.” You said rapidly, still trying not to look him in the eye. 

“I can walk you out? If you want?” He offered. 

You nodded, following him down the stairs. Sukuna noticed how embarrassed you got when standing by his desk and how now you couldn’t even face him. 

Both of your hearts were beating too fast. 

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You laid down on your bed, glancing at the clock, seeing that it was now 9. You didn't realize how late it was, though adding up the time you spent getting there, talking to him, and coming back, you had spent almost 2 hours out. 

You assumed that you had interrupted him, that he wouldn't be going live but maybe just posting a regular video since he was set up a little early. Since he probably wasn't going live you could take your time, not rushing to be first in the stream. You enjoyed being first in his streams, giving him the chance to talk to you a little bit before other people started joining. Even though you had just seen him, you wanted to talk to him once more. He was a completely different person behind the camera, and you loved the fact that you were able to see both of those versions of him.

You stripped yourself of your clothes, taking your shirt off along with your pants and bra. You were halfway through pulling down some oversized shirt you use to sleep in before your phone pinged. You finish pulling it over your head, checking your phone only to see the familiar notification. 

Kingofcurses is live 

You jumped into bed, immediately clicking the notification. Your eyes widened at the sight.

There he was, sitting in his chair, already stroking his cock, wearing the same sweatpants he was in when you talked to him. Why was he already jerking off? If he was planning to finish fast he usually started off in his bed, definitely not live. So how come he was in his chair, clearly already about to cum? He wasn't even talking, just uneven breathy moans. His abs flexed, cock an angry shade of red as he stroked it while more and more people joined the live.

You watched as his tattooed hands worked his cock, one tugging at his balls while the other stroked up and down, thumb occasionally coming to wipe off some precum at the slit. 

Confusion washed over you. His shirt was pulled up, though both of his hands were in the frame. You squeezed your thighs together when you came to the realization. Sukuna had the shirt in between his teeth, pulled up for everyone to see. The same shirt you also had in your mouth while you came, touching yourself to his videos, nonetheless! 

You should feel embarrassed, though all you could feel at the moment was arousal seeping through your panties. Would that technically count as an indirect kiss? You thought, feeling more and more like a teenage girl sharing a straw with her date for the first time.

Normally, Sukuna would start off slowly, always including foreplay no matter what kind of post. Audio, pre-made, even live. So why would he start the live already on the brink of an orgasm? It had only been less than 5 minutes since he had started the live but there were already over 800 people in it, the chat going crazy at the sudden change in content. Usually when he went live you wouldn't read the chat, too caught up in your own pleasure to risk the sight of other girls begging him to use them instead of whatever toy he was using at that moment. 

But even you were surprised with the sudden change, too surprised to even touch yourself! You were shocked by your own feelings, too. Some people were getting angry, saying this wasn't what they signed up for, others saying they didn't know they needed this. 

Along with the sudden change, you realized that Sukuna wasn't talking. Usually he loved to talk, vocal with his moans as well as his words, but right now even his moans were muffled, obvious that a piece of fabric was stuffed in his mouth, preventing him from his usual noises that got you, and so many other people off. 

The stream barely reached the 5 minute mark before you could shove your hand down your pants. Sukuna came with a stifled groan, white ropes of cum spraying all over his chest, some of it even going out of frame. He mumbled an incoherent curse before shuffling closer, one hand slamming down on something off camera before the stream ended right then and there. 

Your screen went black, all that was left was “Kingofcurses has ended the stream” along with the chat still moving on the side of your screen, people still mad.

You noticed that he didn't get a single donation.

Usually it appeared at the top of the screen next to his view count. The top three donors would be shown along with how much money they sent and their usernames. You knew that spot well because you were always there in the number one spot. No one ever passed you. 

You exited the live, automatically being met with his profile. You knew it was him. You knew it was Sukuna. How he had the same shirt you had worn and touched yourself to in his mouth. It didn't mean anything, though. He just happened to have it on. You stared and stared at his profile, curious as to why he did that. Maybe it was something new he was trying? You exited out the website, moving on to grab your laptop to study. Before you could even put your password in, your phone lit up once more with an all too familiar notification. 

Kingofcurses uploaded a new post

You opened it immediately, only for you to almost drop your phone when you read it. 

“Sorry for the livestream. I’ve never not kept up with my schedule and didn’t want to disappoint. But I understand that the stream ended up disappointing you all… so to make up for it, I’ve decided to give you a special treat. My top donor for the next Tuesday stream gets a private call with me.”

You felt sick to your stomach. 

“Private call meaning just me and the special winner. The winner can be of any gender. This won’t be displayed anywhere on my account. You have the option to either turn your camera on and join in on the fun or stay anonymous and direct me with what you want to do. I’ll be all yours for the next 2 hours.” 

I’ll be all yours? Seriously? What was wrong with him! The stream wasn't even that bad! The stupid fratboy probably just wanted a new monitor!

At the end of the post read; “Rule 1: You are prohibited from recording. Rule 2: I am not shoving anything up my ass. You all have one week. Good luck and save up.”

You scoffed. What in the Hunger Games bullshit was this? Seriously, who does he think he is?

The likes were already at 389 despite it being posted a minute ago, along with over 600 comments already. If the post itself had already gotten this much interaction, how would his next stream be? 

You knew the man behind the account. Ryomen Sukuna. He knew you. You couldn’t do it. But you also didn’t want him putting on a show for anyone else. You hated how selfish you felt in that moment, how much of his privacy you were invading. But you couldn’t possibly handle the jealousy that overcame you in that moment. 

What if some girl got it? What if she made him reveal himself and posted it? It would be over for him! Or what if it was some old man who has been stalking him forever? You couldn’t possibly let him go through that. Right? It was for his own good. You could only internally curse at yourself before giving in and checking your bank account. 

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look at me.

chapter 1

[ TAGS ] — mdni, 18+ only. use of alcohol. use of cigarettes. MISCOMMUNICATION. slow burn. social discomfort. socially awkward reader. self-consciousness. overthinking. anxiety. social anxiety. making out. rough kissing. neck kissing. slang. social media references. 

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worst thing about being a touch deprived woman? being socially incompetent. your biggest talent is managing to make every human interaction as awkward as possible. your mighty talent has left you with absolutely no game, because you have a crippling fear of even looking into a man’s direction. not only have you given up on interacting with men— they've also given up from approaching you, since you mostly didn’t acknowledge those who advanced toward you. and when you did? you’re either a stuttering mess or you give them the nastiest look without truly meaning to. it’s like your brain short-circuits when a man breathes in your vicinity. in some way, it’s a blessing. because men can be scary as fuck.

still being a virgin in college was definitely not on your bingo card. especially because the ao3 and tumblr fics you read obsessively have you craving things you can never see yourself actually doing. you’d probably be a threat to every attractive man you set your eyes on if you had the guts to even do half the things you read and fantasize about. lucky them, you guess. 

the moment you push open the door to the bakery, a soft chime rings overhead and a wave of warmth greets you like an embrace. the air is rich with the comforting scent of freshly baked goods. behind the glass counter, neat rows of pastries glisten under warm lights.

you hear the gentle hum of conversation, the clink of coffee cups, and the rhythmic whirr of a coffee machine. a baker in a flour-dusted apron slides another tray of pastries fresh from the oven.

“hey, what can I get you?”, finally it's your turn ordering. this shouldn't be a problem. you’ve been preparing yourself for this exact conversation ever since you've stepped foot into the establishment. 

you point at the pastry on the display. “hi, just one of those please”, great! you smiled— you greeted him back— your voice was even— you said please— you smiled— everything is going smoothly! you definitely bagged this interaction. 

“will you be paying with cash or card?” 

“no, thank you.” 

well... good try! 

you stare at each other as your brain processes the words that left the workers mouth. you were expecting him to ask if that would be all. why wouldn't he follow the damn script?

ten dragged out and painfully awkward seconds of looking at each other later, you let out a shuddering breath and reply with a higher voice than intended, “...card.” 

you pay quickly and turn away even faster. the worker calls out a goodbye to you and you wish him a great weekend. it’s tuesday. 

you leave yet another bakery you'll never have the guts to show your face at again. 

that was the first betrayal from your brain that day— never fast enough to actually process the words of people, but always rushing your vocal cords to answer with something that does not make any sense. 

you can feel your heart thudding against your chest as you're trying to stabilize your breathing. that was embarrassing as fuck. 

the second deception of your brain that day was making the moment replay in your mind— ten times more dramatic than it actually was— causing you to not pay attention to where you're walking.  

at this point, you're begging for something to happen—

colliding with a brick wall was not something you intended to do— but said brick wall started acting like it was some well-rehearsed plan you’d carried out to ruin his life. 

“watch where the fuck you’re going”, he spat. 

blah blah blah.. proper name, place name, backstory stuff..

is this really happening right now? 

you’re gawking at him. how can you not? that’s ryomen sukuna— the embodiment of a woman's wet dream. 

part of you is disappointed by the fact that he's wearing a hoodie and not the slutty compression shirts you saw him in once or twice— or more times than you'd like to admit—  around campus. 

your feet are glued to the pavement. the universe must hate you. this close to the man you're usually scared to look at for more than five seconds— but he's on the verge of screaming at you on a busy street. 

you want to apologize— you really do— but not only is your voice seemingly gone, you also can't tear your eyes away from his illegally handsome face— gaze trailing along his tattoos. with a scowl so angry, you don't doubt the thought that he's about to beat you up— 

sukunas staring down at you. first, you run into him— refusing to apologize— and now you're staring at him as if he was the one running into you. the look on your face— such arrogance— could kill a lesser man. but sukuna isn’t a lesser man. he matches you with a glare of his own. he opens his mouth to pull an apology out of you, but you were gone in an instant. making him question if you're running away from him out of fear, or if you have too much pride to utter a simple apology. he glances back for a fraction of a second, confirming that you're indeed walking away— as if you're dismissing him.

“the fuck is her problem..”, he mutters to himself and resumes his walking.

you could win the olympic championship with how fast you're walking right now. you’re never leaving your dorm ever again. how can you embarrass yourself three times in a matter of five minutes? today will be the reason you won't be able to sleep for at least the rest of the week. running into sukuna out of all people? you barely see him around campus— how did that happen? now you absolutely can’t admire him from afar.. 

you are currently walking back to your dorm after a study session at a nearby cafe with your roommate, shoko. 

shoko being your roommate might’ve saved you from complete social isolation. it was hard making friends with your social illiteracy. you always had a hard time warming up to people— let alone start a conversation. shoko was patient with you and never took it against you if you made the moment awkward— she gave you the time to warm up to her. now, you have no problem with talking to her and you're actually comfortable when she's with you.

you were definitely lucky with your roommate. shoko isn’t only fun to hang out with, but she’s also in the popular circle. which means, you have enough chances to step out of your comfort zone— if you ever find the balls to do so. she’s always happy to invite you to parties— even though you always refuse to attend— and save you from awkward moments that you cannot get out of with your lack of skills.

you’re walking in comfortable silence, the smell of cigarettes following you because shokos nicotine addiction screams every five minutes. the silence is suddenly interrupted as shoko snorts to herself, seemingly lost in thought. 

“are you going crazy?”, you ask her with one eyebrow raised. 

she removes the cigarette from her lips and looks your way, “were you trying to flirt with the barista?”

you’re taken aback instantly, “what?! no!” 

she chuckles, “so how come you said ‘nice day with you’?” 

“i was trying to say ‘have a nice day too’!” 

“yeah, yeah”, she laughs. 

you’re looking her way with panic, “did it really seem like i was flirting?!”

she just laughs as she continues walking, her gaze on the road as you still look at her, frantically moving your hands around, “oh my god, i can never step foot in there again shoko! we have to find a different cafe to study at. scratch that, i have to move away.” 

“relax, it’s not that deep. im sure they’re used to your awkwardness by now”, you run your hands down your face and let out a shaky exhale “hey—“ 

bang.

you collide with a pole. 

“oh shit”, you hear shoko saying with a voice like she’s not trying to laugh. weird— you look to the pole— she never hesitates to laugh— 

oh.

you're greeted with a well-built body of a man. 

that’s not a pole— 

you don’t look into his face. you don’t say anything. you turn back to the path and step away, keeping your gaze on the road— 

“the fuck is your problem?” 

oh he’s pissed. 

you stop, but don’t turn around. where’s shoko? 

you want to look back— but then you'd have to deal with the pole— you want to call out to her— but you literally cannot get a sound out. your voice would betray you anyway. and your legs are already betraying you by refusing to move from your damn spot.

“tch”, you’re gonna get beaten up aren’t you? “not gonna say sorry again?” 

you finally turn around, not having been able to take three steps away anyway. 

you dread looking into his face. already shaking and shrinking into your own body. gulping while you look up— and up— 

oh he looks angry. and you’d be an idiot if you didn’t recognize him. 

that’s sukuna. 

ryomen sukuna.

again. 

you managed to run into the same guy twice in a span of what— six or seven days? the guy who’s known to have a short temper and absolutely no regard for the feelings of others. aka, probably your worst nightmare and the last guy you’d ever want to be face-to-face with. again? well— only because he’s scary. you’d love to look at him more. or do something more.. he’s hot as fuck. are you seriously thinking about how hot he is when he’s about to strangle you? well maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. no, that is bad. is it though? you were finally calming down from your last run-in and now it's happening again— 

you can't get a sound out. what are you supposed to say? sorry? he’ll think you’re only sorry because he called you out— you didn't say sorry last week—

his brows are furrowed as he looks down at you. 

he looks like he’s three seconds away from breaking your nose— 

it’s getting hot. you’re sweating. you open your mouth, trying so say something— anything—

“sorry man”, shoko steps in between you with a nervous chuckle. “she didn’t mean any harm” 

you could kiss shoko right now. especially because she looks like she’s gonna piss herself as well. she has one arm in front of you in a protective manner while trying to find peace with a man who could eat you both up without a sweat.  

you can’t tear your eyes away from sukuna. your gaze trails his tattoos— to his clenched jaw— that jawline that could cut you— that slutty compression shirt that doesn’t hide anything but hides everything at the same time— his folded arms that he’s flexing right now— veins standing out along his arm—

he lets out an unamused laugh. “the fuck you both just standing there for?” 

his gaze fixates on you, pinning you to the spot you were already unable to move away from— “are you going to run away again?”, he asks with a low voice, eyes narrowed— sharp as knives. 

you blink. you blink again. mouth opening— 

“she can't talk!” 

huh? 

“uhm”, shokos eyes dart around. “yeah, she's mute man.” 

the fuck? 

“thats probably why she didn't apologize before.”

is she saving you or killing you?

another nervous laugh from her “sorry. bye.” 

shoko takes your arm and drags you away from the scene. 

you’re still in shock. she looks back and walks faster. 

“what the fuck? i’m not mute”, you whisper-shout to her. 

“i know that you moron! i fucking panicked!” 

“well no shit you panicked.”

“well i’m sorry that someone just stood there and also full-on checked out THE sukuna without shame, WHILE he was on the verge of BEATING us up!”

“i didn’t check him out!”, you gasp. 

“you know damn well you did”, shoko mutters through clenched teeth. 

somewhere behind you both, sukunas rooted to the pavement with a confused look on his face. 

it’s been a week. you’ve been acting like there’s a bounty on your head. what if sukuna catches you talking with someone? after two days of skipping classes out of fear of seeing him— shoko had to drag you out of your shared dorm. 

your eyes are checking for pink hair every second of the day. avoiding any kind of human interaction. you were already avoiding socializing your entire life— but this time it feels like your life depends on it.

a part of you is still scared of making a sound in your own dorm.

shoko is sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, typing away on her laptop while you’re laying behind her on said couch and staring holes into the ceiling. 

“do you remember the guy that almost beat us up last week because I walked into him and didn’t have the guts to say sorry?”, you ask shoko, acting nonchalant about it as if you’re not shitting yourself at the thought alone.

her typing slows down for a second before she lets out a snort at the memory. “you mean sukuna? you know damn well who he is. you practically drool every time you see him on campus. ”

“shut up.” 

she laughs again, “I swear you wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t there to save your ass” 

“save me? bro, you made it worse”, you think about the past few days, “seriously, saying i’m mute? i haven’t spoken a word out loud on campus since then.”

“what was i supposed to do?!”, she turns around to you with a gasp.

“i don’t know! not tell him i was mute?!” 

she drags out a sigh. “it’s not that deep.” 

you scramble up from your laying position to fully look her way. “not that deep?! what if he hears me talking!”

“girl, when were you ever near sukuna? I mean, he didn’t even realize I lied to his face so what are the chances he’ll ever find out?” 

you both know that the chance is too high for you keep attending this college. 

you let out a deep sigh as you lay back down, “still thank you, i guess.” 

“pfft— no problem, the look on his face was priceless”, she turns back around and resumes her typing.

you hum, already lost in thought again. should you be grateful in a way? you were face-to-face with sukuna after all. you couldn’t even look at him from afar before that encounter. shoko should’ve stepped in a minute later so you could’ve admired his face a little longer. and his arms. and his abs. 

“he was really sexy”, you sigh out. 

“i guess.” 

you’re both silent for a minute. 

“i wouldn’t have mind if he actually did beat me up—“ 

“i’m about to beat you up”, shoko immediately cuts you off, “you need to get laid” 

“i know.” 

“you know what”, she turns around again. 

“hm?”, you turn your head her way. 

“there’s this party—“ 

“no fucking way.” 

“come on!”, she kneels upright, “you’re not even giving it a chance!” 

“i was scared of parties before this whole thing with sukuna and being mute! how am i supposed to show up to a party now!?” 

shoko thinks for a moment, “what are the chances sukuna will be at the party—” 

“you know damn well he’ll be there.”

“yeah, I know. worth a try though i guess”, she mumbles out the last part, turning to her laptop again. 

“partying means socializing, i just want to get laid”, you whine. 

“well i’m sorry but you have to kinda socialize for that.” 

“ughhh—“, you drag your hands down your face. at some point you will have to step out of your comfort zone, no? but the risk of seeing sukuna is way too high—

“i could ask suguru if sukunas gonna be there", shoko suggests. 

“i doubt that he'd miss a party. and i don't want to go anyway.”

“come onnn!”, shoko pleads, “we can leave the second you feel awkward!”

“so like, two seconds after entering the party?” 

“look—”, shoko starts, “i’ll ask suguru if sukunas gonna be there and if he's not I'll personally help you get laid with a man you can't resist— and hopefully can put up with you—”

you think about it for a second. comparing the anxiety you feel about seeing sukuna to the anxiety you feel about attending a party makes the party seem harmless—

“fine.”

“WHAT”, shoko shouts, “i did not expect you to say yes—”

"don't push it.”

“yes ma’am.”

how did you end up here? the music can be heard two streets away and you feel the bass in your body as you step onto the patio. you should’ve stood your ground and said no. you don't even remember at what point shoko convinced you—

“I’ll personally help you get laid with a man you can't resist— and hopefully a man that can put up with you—”

yeah that part probably did it. 

now you're at some frat party— in a top too tight and a skirt too short— already on high alert for a certain someone with pink hair and tattoos all over his well-sculpted body.

“you’re sure sukuna wont be here?”, you ask shoko for the thousandth time since she showed you the messages between her and suguru, confirming that he really did say that sukuna won’t be here. 

“yes. im sure”, shoko answers with a confident smile, “you just focus on waking up in a stranger's bed tomorrow.”

you also should’ve downed way more drinks during pre-gaming. you’re already dissociating as shoko talks with the guy at the door. he seems to know her and lets you both in. 

the air is thick with sweat and cheap cologne. the lights are throbbing and the bass of some overplayed song rattles the floorboards. 

shoko shoves her way through the crowd of sweaty and drunk people with you arm-in-arm. she quickly finds the way to the kitchen, dragging you along. the floor is uncomfortably  sticky. one step into the kitchen and you throw yourself onto the drinks, desperate to calm your nerves, still angry at the wannabe confident version of yourself that promised shoko to accompany her to this party and not chicken-out at the last second. 

“the drinks are not running away”, you barely register shokos voice as you down your first shot. she looks at you with a grimace.

“the drinks maybe won’t but i sure am about to”, your nerves are still eating you alive as you contemplate downing another drink or shot, staring holes into the counter. shoko lets out a dragged-out groan and yanks you away from the kitchen. 

“I really could have used another drink”, you complain. 

“you’ll pass out before we find you a man”, she reasons. 

shoko still has a half-full red solo cup in her hand as she paves the way for you. you don't even know where you're going. 

she stops at a wall on the edge of the makeshift dance floor, carved out of the living room, granting you the mercy of observing the dancing bodies instead of participating.

“what now?”, you ask her. 

“I have a plan”, she answers without looking at you, still watching the scene. 

“you do?”

“no”, she's still scanning the crowd.

you sigh and also shift your gaze to the scene. 

“i feel like your best shot is dancing”, shoko turns her head to you, “because the second you open your mouth— the party will be over. no offense”

“none taken and absolutely not.”

“you literally give me nothing to work with here.”

“you were the one who suggested this whole thing”, you say with a shrug.

someone walks by with cups in their hand, and you take one— half hoping they don’t notice and half not caring because they were out of sight before they even noticed and you were concealed by the many people around you as they frantically turned around.

what are you even supposed to do? dance? you shudder at the thought and bring the cup to your lips, taking the first sip—

you recoil in disgust but still force yourself to drink it— desperate to ease the anxiety churning inside of you. 

wow. that’s some tasteless ass drink for sure.

and only after you drank the whole thing with big gulps— ignoring the fact that stealing and drinking a random drink could end pretty badly— you realize that it was tap water instead of some tasteless drink like you originally thought.

“what the fuck— who drinks water at a damn party—”

shoko turns to look at you, “from where did you even get that—”

“soo—”, you drag out, “what do you usually do?” 

now that you're here— inches away from the college life everyone seems to dream about— you can't seem to understand the excitement about these parties.

“no idea”, shoko answers. 

“how—”

“i usually arrive, get high and then wake up”, shoko lists.

someone calls out shokos name before you can even answer— how loud did that person shout if you heard it through the music? 

“what’s up?”, she answers. 

it’s satoru— with sunglasses on— inside? at a party? at night? 

you sometimes forget that shoko is friends with satoru— and suguru. two popular frat boys that are the embodiment of your fear of men. one gaze into their eyes and you will go home with a guaranteed heartbreak. so you don’t look— 

“hey! you brought your shy friend with you!” 

you look at him for a second, then look away again. wait— he meant you. you look back again. are you supposed to greet him?

you're just looking between them with a confused look but satoru is quick to change the subject— “we’re gonna play seven minutes in heaven. y’all down to join?” 

you immediately look to shoko with desperate eyes. hopefully she sees that you’re definitely not down—

“yeah, sure.”

oh fuck her. 

satoru starts guiding you both to where the game is played— rambling about something that you don’t care to listen to because you’re about to crash out.

“what the fuck! i don’t want to play!”, you shake shoko and whisper-shout to her. 

“well you’re welcome to sit on the sideline and watch but i’m not leaving till that bottle lands on you at least once”, she tells you. 

“what?! why me!? didn’t you agree because you wanted to play?”, you’re still shaking her.

“fuck no. i hate that game”, she deadpannes, “look at me, im such a good friend”, she exclaims with a proud smile. 

“how is that being a good friend?!”, you hiss, “making me play a game i don't want to, knowing i can’t talk myself out of it?!”

“but think about it— it’s the perfect chance for you! you’re finally gonna be alone with a man! for seven whole minutes!”, she has a smile on her face that could light up the whole party. you never saw her so happy.

“you’ll have to fight me if you want me to step one foot into that closet.” 

“i will fight you”, she sing-songs. 

you need another drink. the water you accidentally drank earlier somehow wiped out every last trace of buzz. 

“hey!”, shoko shouts at you as you snatch her cup and chug it empty with big gulps. 

satoru leads you to the basement and you almost walk into him when he stops suddenly— 

looks like you’ve arrived. 

it seems like the game is already in full swing. you can hear cheering and assume that someone probably steeped outside the closet right now. 

you can still hear the music faintly but you don’t have to raise your voice anymore. everyone's sitting in a circle on the ground with a bottle in the middle— waiting to be spinned again. the cheering calms down and the pair that stepped out takes their place in the circle again. finally you won’t have to shout over the music— 

your heart literally drops to your ass. 

well fuck your life. you won’t be able to say anything because you’ve just met eyes with the current bane of your existence.

you felt the blood drain from your face as dread settled over you.

pink hair— tattoos— hot as fuck— scowl on his face when he registers who you are— yeah, that’s sukuna.

what the fuck?

you look away. maybe your brain is playing tricks on you. was that really water you drank earlier?

a pit of dread opens in your stomach. twisting and churning as you're trying to make sense of the situation. 

why is he here?

you tug on shokos arm. she looks at your trembling hand that's tugging her frantically— then at your face that looks like you've just seen a ghost— and finally follows your line of sight and stops immediately in her tracks. now you’re both standing there like idiots. 

satoru sits down beside suguru— now both looking at you— everyone's looking at you— you feel his eyes staring daggers onto your figure.

“y’all wanna play while standing?”, suguru asks sarcastically.

shoko chuckles nervously and pulls you with her to sit down. 

shoko is sitting between you and satoru. she spots satorus drink— full and untouched. he must’ve grabbed it before he asked you both to join— 

“hey”, she turns to satoru, “you drinking that?” 

“yeah—”, she doesn't let him finish his answer and snatches the cup from his unsuspecting hands— then she immediately passes it along to you.

you don't look at her as you grip the cup like a life line. 

satoru stands up with a dramatic pout, grumbling about something you both couldn't care less about. 

can you even take a swig when your hands are shaking? taking the risk you close your eyes and swiftly finish the drink. you swallow, desperate to loosen up. your vision blurs for a second, but it's not enough to ease the anxiety in you which is caused by the man you did not want to be in the same room with tonight.  

you really want to thank shoko for the drink— but you don’t let out a sound, already knowing who’s sitting across from you. but then you remember the reason you even considered coming here— shoko literally told you he wouldn't be here! 

you’re gonna kill shoko after surviving this— well, hopefully you will survive this.  

you force yourself to sit still— with your sweaty hands in your lap— as you look at the bottle in the middle of the circle and try to drown out everything else. 

as you’re fighting for your life, sukuna watches you.  

you got under his skin like no one else before— that arrogant look you have that he wants to wipe off your face— acting like he's not worth a second of your day. you walked away while others would squirm in place— not daring to act before he does. even after finding out you're mute— he still can't believe you didn't show an ounce of remorse.  

sukuna is sitting beside toji who spins the bottle first, marking him next in line. the bottle spins and the first pair steps into the closet. sukuna couldn't care less about who the bottle landed on. he’s not even sure why he agreed on playing. he was bored, but this seems even more boring. 

the seven minutes start and sukuna is debating on ditching the game altogether when he finds himself looking at you again. he seems to run into you— or well, you into him— a lot in the past few days. he hadn’t seen you before. he doesn't even know your name— he knows shoko, she hangs around satoru and suguru a lot. do they know you too? they must've mentioned a mute girl if they did know you. being mute is a rare occurrence so it must've been brought up, no? how come he didn't hear about it? maybe he just didn't pay attention to the information. how come he hasn't seen you before? you're probably not a party person. he guesses you're closed off since you have little to no way of communicating with others. there’s no way he wouldn't have noticed you. you’re pretty— even if he only saw you in passing he'd at least remember seeing you around before. 

he finds himself irritated at the fact that you don't acknowledge his presence. you barely had a second of eye contact that you broke almost instantly— already seeming to be disinterested in him despite running into him. twice. you didn't spare him a second glance after that brief second. 

he takes a good look at you, eyes narrowing. you're still wearing that arrogant look on your face— dripping with disdain against everything it seems— that he can't seem to forget. he thought about it more than he'd like to admit. you're perched on your knees— hands resting on your lap— skirt short enough to show a dangerous amount of skin. his eyes glance at your plush thighs. you’re swaying slightly and your cheeks are a little flushed— almost impossible to notice. that drink shoko stole from satoru for you was probably not your first drink of the night. she shows you something on her phone then— you grab it from her after a few seconds and type something in— looks like she probably typed something for you to read. it’d make sense if you were the one typing, since you're mute and obviously cant talk. but couldn’t she have just said it instead of typing it on her phone? maybe it's a secret— why is he thinking about it? who cares about what you’re typing about. he removes his eyes from you and focuses on the conversation around him— too lazy to join himself. 

you type a reply to shokos text. ‘maybe we should reveal that you're not mute?’

‘i’m gonna kill you’

shoko reads your reply and offers you a timid smile— only to be met with a death glare from you— straight from a ‘based on true events’ horror movie— that proves you meant what you typed into her phone. a chill runs down her spine. 

she types another thing. 

‘how r u gon play without talking?’  

that’s when the timer goes off. satoru walks back in with a shot in his hand, taking on the job of opening the closet door— since he's already up— and chases toji and some other girl out of the closet. 

you watch toji take his seat beside sukuna— not daring to look an inch into that direction— as sukuna grabs the bottle to spin next. 

wait.

its sukunas turn. 

sukuna is spinning the bottle. 

you're sitting in the same circle. 

you're playing seven minutes in heaven. 

he is too. 

are you just now registering that you're not only in the same room as him— but also participating in the same game?

how high are the chances that it'll actually land on you?

your face pales and your eyes bulge as you realize this might've been the worst seat possible. 

based on the luck you've had with sukuna your chances are slim to none— 

shoko seems to be thinking the exact same thing— realizing a second too late that you should've ditched the game as soon as you stepped foot into this room—

the bottle lands. 

on you. 

what the fuck kind of luck is this? where are the cameras? this has to be a joke— 

“tch”, sukuna stands up, “of course”, he says under his breath.

you can't back out now— what would people think? that you're a coward? a coward that cant talk? 

“the fuck—”, satoru gasps as shoko snatches his shot and passes it to you again. 

she squeezes your one hand as you down the shot with the other. 

then you slowly stand up and start walking toward your grave. 

shoko watches you— she knows you'll never be the same after this and mentally prepares herself for her own funeral as well.

sukuna is already in the closet when you enter and close the door behind you. 

the space is small— but large enough that you're not pressed against each other— which could be considered as a lot of space with how big sukuna is.

you stop right in front of him as he's looming over you— signature scowl on his face. he looks like he's had already enough of you. 

the alcohol has calmed you a tiny bit— but with the amount of anxiety still raging inside of you, you're surprised at yourself for the next thought that crosses your mind.  

“let’s get this over with—”

sukuna is interrupted by your lips crashing into his— your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, dragging him down to you. your lips press against his softly at first— clumsy and inexperienced.

he freezes for a split second— his brain processes what's happening. he melts into it as his surprise quickly turns into raw hunger. he cups your face with one hand, the other gripping your waist to pull you flush against him. he kisses you back twice as hard. his hand on your cheek slides to the back of your head, holding onto your hair and keeping you close as he deepens the kiss while angling your head. your hands move to clutch on his shoulders. nails digging into the broad muscle. 

the intensity of the kiss gave you no time to address the dull pain in your back as sukuna shoves you onto the wall, never separating from you in the process. he swallows the silent gasp he pulls out of you with a low groan and his tongue invades your mouth like he owns it. your hands slide to the back of his neck. his tongue glides against yours as you're holding back the sounds that are trying to escape you. he grips your waist tighter. your cheeks turn a deeper red and your heart starts to thud quicker. heat coils in your stomach and a wave of arousal starts to collect between your thighs

the lack of oxygen starts to make you dizzy. you detach yourself from him to breathe in and he immediately chases your lips again. kissing you once again with the same passion and hunger as before. his breath shudders when you lean further into him, eagerly trying to match his rhythm. his hand on your waist moves to the small of your back, pressing you even closer against him— as if he can't stand the thought that there's still space between you. your fingers slide into his hair and when you tug— he lets out a quiet moan into your mouth that makes your breath hitch— the sound sends another wave of hot arousal between your legs. he’s consuming you whole.

your back arches as you tug on his hair once more and he lets out a grunt deep from his throat. his hands start to roam on your body, trying to memorize your body by touch. your mind is growing hazy, every thought is being consumed by sukuna.

his calloused palms move further down to grab your ass, squeezing, kneading the flesh. he pushes you further into the wall— seemingly desperate to be as close as possible to you— you're both panting into each others mouth as you kiss. your jaw slacks and you open your mouth wider for him. the kiss turns messier— teeth grazing— sucking on each others tongue. 

sukuna starts softly bucking into you— grinding against you. you’re fighting against your inner demons to stay quiet while sukuna isn't afraid to let out grunts and groans. your nails rake through his pink hair. 

sukunas one hand hooks your leg around his waist, stroking the flesh while the other stays put on your ass, grinding you against him and making you meet his slow but eager movements. you rock your hips instinctively— hands still in his hair— tugging at his locks once more. 

sukuna pulls back for a second, a string of saliva connecting your mouths together. he doesn’t stray far— just enough to take you in for a moment. he looks at your kiss-bitten lips, eyes moving to the heavy rise and fall of your chest and his head falls into the crook of your neck. he’s panting heavily while he's breathing you in. he lets out a low curse— that you couldn't catch because you're trying to catch your breath while remaining silent— and latches onto your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses there as well. his grip on you tightens even more as you start rocking against him faster. his breath is hot against your skin. you bite down, clenching your teeth, not letting a single whine or moan slip out while he's sucking on the skin on your neck. his mouth starts to wander— leaving wet kisses on every surface of skin he can get his mouth on. mouthing at your pulse, you feel your composure almost snap so you pull on his hair to move his mouth back against yours. the shift is instant— rougher, hurried, uncoordinated. it’s like he lost control but can't stop. you try to match his movements— but your lack of experience and his loss of restraint makes the kiss sloppy. not that you're complaining. even if you were— the amount of slick that has gathered in your panties would probably beg to differ— 

knock. 

shoko nearly pulls the door off its hinges before gojo can knock a second time.

you immediately detach yourself from sukuna and bolt through the closet door— not sparing another glance to sukuna— and leave the room.  

shoko is close behind you— trying to catch up with a look of panic that almost matches your own.

your heart is racing. 

“what happened in there—”, shoko asks, but your own thoughts are scrambled. 

your throat tightens as you try to breathe in— only managing short gasps. 

you climb up the stairs hurriedly, desperate for a breath of fresh air— desperate to leave this party altogether. 

you claw your way through the crowd— not caring who you shove out the way or who you bump into.

shoko is in tow as you reach the door to freedom. 

meanwhile, you left sukuna frozen in place— with his heart hammering in his chest and a raging problem in his pants. with your scent faint in his nostrils— enough to haunt him but too faint to fill his lungs. with the taste of your lipgloss still on his lips— which he licks off unconsciously and craves to taste more of. 

he's glaring holes into the wall— where you were in his reach seconds ago— aching to breathe you in and taste you once again. his hands are twitching without your soft skin to hold. a shiver runs down his spine— the room cold without your warmth radiating toward him. when all of a sudden, he hears this agitating grating voice— 

“you were pretty vocal in there—”

“shut the fuck up gojo.”

outside, you haven't talked a single word to shoko yet. you're walking arm-in-arm through the streets. shoko understands that you need time to gather your thoughts and find your words.

the fresh air has calmed you down but the image of sukuna fills your vision every time you blink. you still feel his lips against your own and a faint tingling on your neck where he kissed you mere moments ago. you can still hear his groans which will probably haunt you every time there's nothing to fill the silence with— like right now. your body shudders as the cold of the night bites at you— or is it the absence of his warm body against yours, the absence of his hands on your skin that makes you tremble? 

“hey”, shoko snugs closer to you, “you okay?”

she's looking at you as your eyes stay on the path. 

“i’m sorry for saying he wouldn't be there—”

“i kissed him.”

shokos mouth falls open— a scream threatening to escape from her. 

instead, she's silent for a moment before going into a fit of laughter. 

you turn your head to her, one eyebrow raised. the fuck is she laughing for? especially for putting you into that position in the first place!— 

shokos laughter dies as she registers the serious look on your face, “..for real?” 

“for real.”

you both fix your gaze to the path ahead, both trying to make sense of what just happened.

shoko breaks the short silence, “i think i might have alcohol poisoning” 

“you didn't even drink that much—”

“there’s no way in hell YOU kissed SUKUNA!” 

“are you calling me a coward to my face right now—”

“you’ve been avoiding him like the plague!”

“i think i might have alcohol poisoning”, you mumble as you drag your hands down your face— ruining your makeup in the process. 

shoko stops in her tracks all of a sudden, “wait, wait, wait—”, she closes her eyes for a moment, “so you kissed—”

“made out.”

“made out?—”, shoko asks, flabbergasted. 

“made out”, you double down. 

“so you made out with sukuna for seven whole minutes and i did not hallucinate the moaning?”

“y’all heard that?—”

“ANSWER. the question.”

you breathe in. 

shoko looks at you, eyes still wide. 

breathe out. 

“...yeah that's about it—”

“WHAT.”

“i also might have or might have not dry humped him—”

“WHAT.”

₍^. .^₎Ⳋ [ a/n ] hope you liked it !! second chapter will be out in a week hopefully... this is my second work so i hope i didnt disappoint too much (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) dont be shy to comment/reblog it really motivates me to keep writing !! <333

[gojosoups]

The Other Woman ──── sukuna x reader

art credits to @/kcokaine on tumblr, line divider by @/cursed-carmine, first gif divider by @/anitalenia, second gif divider by @/cafekitsune, pics from pinterest!

Sukuna and his possessive girl cat. She's always vying for his attention and never letting anyone come too close to him. That is, until she met you. Maybe, just maybe, you can be the one to win her over.

cw: SFW, fuff, girl cat Sukuna, domestic life with reader, reader is implied to be a PhD student, gender neutral reader, modern AU, established relationship, all characters are 18+, proofread, 1.3k wc!

a/n: I wanted to try something different, so here damn, take it LMFAO.... also fun fact! the thesis mentioned is a project I did for my bio class during my 2nd year! this was supposed to be a short fic.. it's longer than I wanted it to be but I couldn't stop writing </3 anyways enjoy!

a/n 2: I forgot to mention, but reader refers to the cat as "pip"; however, I decided against naming the cat after spending an hour trying to find a good name on reddit….

It was late at night when Sukuna found her. 

A damp cardboard box next to the trash compactor of his apartment complex, and inside was a ball of fur, curled into itself. Shivering from the cold, while the thin blankets barely did anything to keep her warm. The lamppost over his head flickered on and off, lighting up the pathway leading to the dark, filthy alleyway where she was.

The sound of his footsteps had her curious head peeking from under the blankets, and before he knew it, he was staring back at a pair of green feline eyes. Her brown fur was matted and wet, and her ears stood tall. His hands reached forward slowly, hesitantly—only to be followed by a hiss. However, the smell of his sandalwood perfume and his calm patience comforted her. With his hand open and welcoming, she nuzzled her face into his warm palm.

Soon enough, huddled beneath the warmth of his hoodie, she found her home. And Sukuna, who couldn't even take care of a rock, found himself becoming a cat dad overnight. 

It took some time for her to ease up to him, to trust him, but little by little, with each treat and each scratch behind the ear, Sukuna won her over. She was one spoiled cat; that much was sure. After all, Sukuna could never find it in himself to say no to his pretty girl—whether it was an extra treat, a new toy, or even a sparkly collar that caught her eye at the pet store.

She was a feisty cat, and a possessive one too. Ever since the day Sukuna took her in, she never left his side. Constantly vying for his attention with soft meows and her big eyes.

That is until you came into the picture.

With messy hair, clothes stained with coffee and a voice that brought a smile to his face. 

You met on a gloomy day. The soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows became your company inside the quaint little cafe. The soft yellow lights highlighted your features, and your attention remained undivided as you stared attentively at the laptop in front of you.

The pull was magnetic—at least for him. Even as he was giving his order, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on you, throwing a look over his shoulder every five seconds—a small, hopeful part of him waiting to catch your attention.

His gaze wandered across the room, and in a cafe that was hardly crowded, he chose to take the seat right in front of you. The scrap of chair legs against the floor had you looking up, only to be met with, most possibly, the hottest man your eyes have ever laid upon.

Standing before you, Sukuna looked like a man of sin.

His leather jacket hugged each built muscle of his arms, his hair tousled and swept back, as if he'd been running his fingers through it all day. Silver hooped earrings decorating his ears glinted under the soft lighting of the cafe. His lips curved up into a smirk, peering down at you with piercing eyes, catching the way your eyes trailed across the pretty tattoos on his sharp features, until they met his—making heat rush to your cheeks from being caught. 

It took your brain a moment to process what was transpairing, and once you did, your face warmed with embarrassment. Not only did he catch you staring, but your own attire left you feeling embarrassed. Clothes dishevelled and hair a mess from sitting in this quiet corner for hours, working tirelessly on the last few pages of your thesis on the role of engineered microbial enzymes for plastic biodegradation.

"Hey."

Dear god, his voice was equally as hot as him.

"Hi."

And eventually, you found a home with him too.

You still remember the first time you came over to his place, his arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you through the doors of his apartment. The second the door creaked open, you were greeted by a dash of brown fur, and the sound of excited paws against wood flooring filled the quiet atmosphere. Your heart warmed at the sight, watching her tail curl around his calf as she welcomed him back home.

Reaching forward to pet her, you were met with a hiss, turning her back towards you in rejection. A frown crossed your face, while the man towering behind you laughed as if he was having the time of his life. 

"What..." You were left dumbfounded, disappointed by her hostility. Sukuna merely chuckled, his arm pulling you to him, planting a kiss to your hairline.

"Don't worry about her," he reassures, while the her in question left the room long ago, preferring to spend her time with a toy mouse and not with you. "It'll take some time for her to warm up to you," his hands reach for the collar of your jacket, helping you slide your arms out and hooking it to the coat hanger, "or to anyone," he said under his breath.

Your ears, however, did not miss his whispered words. 

Since then, you found yourself competing for his attention with a cat, of all things. Every kiss shared was interpreted with a meow, every attempt to cuddle on the couch met with her sliding herself between you two, and every lingering touch of his trailing further was met with a paw smacking away at his eager hands.

It wasn't until that one night when everything changed. 

Pulling up to the parking lot of his apartment, you slammed the door to your car shut, locking it while your hands juggled between your purse and car keys. 

Your phone, on the other hand, was caught between your right ear and shoulder as you stayed on call with him. Sukuna was stuck at work, held back in a meeting, while you were already waiting outside of his door. Digging through the purse, you find the spare keys to his place. 

"Kay, don't worry," you reply, twisting the doorknob and stepping inside. On his end, all he hears is shuffling, and then the sound of your keys placed onto the counter as you take off your coat. "I can take care of her, Sukuna." You roll your eyes at the thorough instructions he was throwing your way.

With a sigh, you hang up the call, making your way further into his place, your feet leading you straight to the living room where she was perched up on the beige couch, cuddled into herself like a loaf of bread. 

"Looks like it's just you and me today, pip," you say, placing a hand on your hip, receiving a dejected meow in response from her.

It was going to be a long night.

Your attempts all felt fruitless, throwing a toy or treat, only for her passive attitude to dismiss you. Even following her dinner down to the last scoop, mixing her dry and wet food as instructed, you were met with a flick of her tail in disinterest.

By the time you gave up, the day had already passed—tirelessly at that. It wasn’t until you let your guard down, giving up with a defeated sigh and plopping yourself down onto the couch, that she moved. Slowly by slowly, through the periphery of your eyesight, she was inching toward you on the couch, while you mindlessly scrolled through Netflix.

Until she finally reached out, pawing at your hands. Your heart swelled at the sight of her big eyes and the soft meows, letting go of your frustration from the day you finally gave her a pet—nails scratching behind her ears as her eyes closed in contentment.

And when Sukuna finally came home that night, exhaustion on his face from the day wearing him down, he was met with the sight of you two lying on the couch—her small form cuddled into your chest underneath the throw blanket. 

"I knew you could win her over."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform. Do not use my work for generative AI.

[adoring-jjk]

pro tip: don't talk bad about yourself in front of sukuna | mdni suggestive

to say sukuna doesn't like when you disrespect yourself would be untrue, because he doesn't even let you get that far. you're his, which means when you talk bad about yourself, you're offending him too.

he'll slap your ass as he passes by you getting a bowl of fruit in the kitchen, in nothing but one of his shirts and an old pair of pj shorts, hair a mess. he lets out a "fuck, don't tempt me right now," his eyes scanning you from head to toe with that familiar heat in them.

your brows furrow in confusion and you literally go to the bathroom to look in the mirror to check that your appearance didn't magically ameliorate from the last time you saw yourself. he follows you and you're almost offended when you look in the mirror. is he playing a prank on you?

"what? i literally look-"

his hand comes to grab your throat gently but firm, a brow raised as he stares down at you and then through the mirror. "you look what?" his gaze is daring you to say something negative.

you can feel that he's not joking. you swallow, "um, good?"

he hums satisfied and pulls you closer, bending down to kiss you, the way his tongue smoothly finds its way into your mouth has heat spreading through your body.

he pulls back and looks you over again appreciatively, smushing your cheeks playfully before walking away. "s'what i thought."

[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: true form!sukuna finds out his favorite pregnant concubine is injured :: tags. fluff, angst, reader gets called ‘woman’ :: ac. @/greybookman on x

you want that damn scroll.

one of the old texts on yokai lore sukuna left half-unrolled on a high shelf days ago. boredom and the restless energy of pregnancy drives you to it. standing on the tips of your toes, with one hand braced against the lacquered cabinet, you stretch up.

your belly, round and full at nearly eight months, shifts heavily. the baby kicks hard as if protesting.

“just... a little more—“

the wood creaks. your foot slips on the woven tatami mat and then the world tilts.

you hit the floor with a sharp cry, pain lancing through your side and wrist. the scroll clatters beside you. for a moment you lie there, breathlessly. your hand instinctively cradles your belly. the baby moves again. it’s still strong and alive.

relief floods you, but it’s followed quickly by fear.

because your hear them. those heavy footsteps echo down the corridor. too fast and way too purposeful.

the sliding doors slam open with enough force to rattle the entirre frame. sukuna stands there, all four beefy arms tense, crimson eyes blazing with immediate and lethal irritation. the mouth on his abdomen twists into a snarl before the one on his face even opens.

he takes one look at you on the floor, at the displaced cabinet, the way you clutch your wrist and the temperature in the room seems to drop.

“what,” he growls, “is the meaning of this, woman?”

you try to push yourself up. trying to make yourself seem presentable, “it’s nothing, my lord. i only—“

“do not.”

two of his arms move before you can finish. one massive hand catches your shoulder while the other slides beneath your knees. he lifts you as if you weigh nothing before carrying you to the thick futon piled with silks. the third hand hovers over your belly, not quite touching, while the fourth grips your injured wrist with surprising gentleness. though his expression promises murder.

you wince as he probes the swelling. a bruise is seemingly already blooming.

sukuna’s eyes narrow at the bruise on your wrist. something inside him twists, “you fell.”

“well, i reached for a scroll,” you admit quietly as you hold your head down in shame, “didn’t think—“

“yeah. you obviously didn’t think,” his voice is deceptively calm now. the kind of calm that precedes slaughter.

he sets your wrist down and rises to his full imposing height. the black tattoos shift across his skin as his muscles flex, “tsk. y’re crawling about like some reckless servant chasing trinkets, and look where that got ya.”

the air grows thick with that ominous cursed energy you’ve grown used to. outside in the gardens, you hear a distant scream. you swallow thickly. that was an unfortunate soul who was probably been lingering too close at the wrong moment.

sukuna doesn’t even glance toward the sound. his focus remains locked on you.

he kneels again, red eyes boring into yours. one hand cups your chin to tilt your face up, “do you have any idea what i would do to this entire fuckin’ country if you lost that child?”

your heart stutters.

you know he isn’t exaggerating. sukuna’s affection is a double edged blade. it’s obsessive, violent and all-consuming. you have seen villages erased for lesser offenses than inconveniencing his property.

“y-yes, but i’m alright,” you whisper, “the baby kicked just now. it’s still strong and kicking."

as if to prove it, another solid thump presses against your belly. sukuna’s big hand moves immediately, his warm palm spreading over the curve.

for a long moment there’s silence. then he exhales through his nose, a sound closer to a growl.

“you will not leave this chamber without my presence until the birth.” it isn’t a suggestion. “servants will bring you everything. if you desire a scroll, they will fetch it. if you desire the moon itself, they will bleed trying.”

you reach up with your good hand to brush fingers along one of his wrists. you tilt your head as you look up at him, “you’re angry.”

“furious.”

the word drips with venom. yet he lowers himself beside you on the futon, two arms pulling you carefully against his chest while the other two adjust pillows behind your back. the contrast is dizzying. his body radiates power and heat, capable of tearing mountains, but he handles you like a fragile thing.

“i should chain you to this bed,” sukuna mutters, lips brushing your temple, “perhaps then you’d stop testin’ me.”

a small smile tugs at your lips despite the dull ache in your wrist. “you’d miss my stubbornness too much,” you chuckle softly.

the king of curses huffs. the mouth on his stomach licks its lips, tasting the air—probably the lingering trace of your blood from a scraped elbow.

you lean into him and lett the solid bulk of his true form surround you. four arms are useful for this, at least. one idly strokes your hair, another rests over your belly, the third keeps your injured wrist elevated and the fourth simply holds you close.

minutes pass in comfortable silence. his cursed energy fluctuates wildly. you can feel the rage still simmering, but it’s more contained. you can feel it coiling around the room like invisible smoke, ready to lash out at the first person who enters.

a hesitant knock sounds at the door.

“enter,” sukuna barks.

a trembling servant girl slides the door open, carrying a tray of bandages and herbal salve. her eyes widen at the sight of sukuna holding you so intimately. she nearly drops everything.

“give it here,” he snaps while extending one arm without releasing you. the girl approaches on her knees, head bowed low, and places the tray within reach before scrambling back.

sukuna tends to your wrist himself.

his touch is precise, almost clinical, wrapping the linen with surprising care. every so often his gaze flicks to your face to check for discomfort. the fury hasn’t left his eyes, but it has shifted. it’s now directed outward. toward the world that has dared let you fall.

when he finishes, sukuna pulls you closer again. “if this swells worse by morning, i’ll flay the physician who attends you. slowly.”

you chuckle softly as exhaustion creeps in. too much happened in a small amount of time for your heavily pregnant self, “‘kay, noted.”

he stays like that long after your breathing evens out. sukuna rarely sleeps much, but tonight he remains vigilant and his hand never leaves your belly.

. . .

by the next morning, word has spread through the estate like wildfire. no one is to allow you out of the inner chambers without the king of curses’ permission.

extra guards patrol the halls. when a maid brings breakfast, she keeps her eyes on the floor and moves with exaggerated slowness, terrified of triggering his wrath.

you watch sukuna from the futon as he paces, big arms crossed in various combinations. he has already executed one overzealous attendant who suggested you might have ‘overexerted’ yourself earlier in the week. the body has been removed before you woke.

“ryo.. come here,” you call softly, trying carefully to calm that rage by using that nickname you made up for him. instead of the usual politeness.

sukuna pauses. then, with a reluctant grunt, he returns to your side. you take one of his large hands and place it back on your belly.

"feel it. he’s fine. we’re fine.”

sukuna’s expression remains stormy, but the tension in his shoulders eases fractionally, “if anythin’ changes...”

“‘you’ll destroy the world’. . . i know.”

a rare, sharp-toothed smirk tugs at his lips, “good. you’re learning.”

[kashun]

━━━ HIS LOVE LANGUAGE WAS FLORAL.

𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ sukuna spends six months confessing his love through flowers and their hidden meanings, only to realize you’d kept every single one without ever knowing why he gave them to you.

✿ ◞◟) ryomen sukuna 𝓍 gn!reader

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 fluff, college!au, nerd flower!sukuna, yearning, acts of service as love language, friends to lovers, idiots in love, a lots of flower symbolism / hanakotoba, hand holding, kiss, sukuna is blushing!!, secretly romantic sukuna.

the campus greenhouse had always been sukuna's favorite place, which was something most people wouldn't expect if they only knew him from his reputation.

people only saw the sharp jawline, the permanent furrow between sukuna’s brows, the way his broad shoulders seemed to take up more space than any one person deserved. they heard his dry humor, his quick wit, the way he could cut someone down with nothing more than a glance and a few carefully chosen words. they didn't see him here, elbows braced against a worn wooden table, fingers gently tracing the petal of a peony like he was handling something sacred.

you watched him from across the table, chin propped in your palm, half-listening to the lecture he'd launched into about fifteen minutes ago; something about victorian flower language, about the way people used to say things they couldn't speak aloud through carefully arranged bouquets.

sukuna’s voice was lower than usual here, way softer, as if the greenhouse demanded a certain reverence that even ryomen sukuna couldn't ignore.

"—and the thing is," sukuna said, gesturing with the hand that wasn't currently cradling a potted orchid. "people think it's all just romantic bullshit, but it's not. it's practical, really. a way of communicating when the words won't come out right."

sukuna’s tattoos shifted when he moved, those dark lines that crawled up his forearms and disappeared beneath his sleeves. you'd always liked that about sukuna; the way the boy never bothered to hide them even when professors gave him pointed looks on the first day of classes.

he was all sharp edges and hard lines, but then he'd show up at your apartment with a sprig of lavender tucked behind his ear like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"you're not listening," sukuna said, but there was no accusation in it, just a statement of fact, accompanied by the faintest quirk of his lips.

"i am," you lied, sitting up straighter. "you were talking about... flowers saying things."

his eyes narrowed, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

"i was talking about specific meanings. symbolic language. there's a difference."

sukuna set down the orchid and reached for another pot, something small with delicate white blooms that you didn't recognize. his fingers were careful, deliberate, the same way they were when he rolled a cigarette or tied his shoelaces or did anything that required even the slightest bit of precision.

it was hard to reconcile this version of sukuna with the one who'd shoved his way through a crowd last week just to get to the front of the coffee shop line, all elbows and impatience and barely concealed irritation.

"this one," sukuna said, holding the pot up so you could see. "is stephanotis. it means marital happiness, but also a willingness to be led. which is stupid, honestly, because why the hell would anyone want to be led anywhere? but the victorians were weird about a lot of things."

you laughed, and something in his expression softened just enough that you almost missed it.

sukuna had been leaving you flowers for months now.

not in a romantic way, or at least you'd assumed it wasn't romantic because this was sukuna, and sukuna didn't do romance. he did late-night study sessions that turned into ordering pizza at two in the morning. he did stealing your clothes and pretending he hadn't noticed they were yours. he did showing up at your door with a single yellow tulip tucked behind his ear and then plucking it out to hand to you like it was nothing, like he hadn't just walked across campus with a flower in his hair and dared anyone to say something about it.

you'd kept all of them, pressed between the pages of textbooks you never opened anymore, tucked into the frame of your bathroom mirror, dried and hanging from string tacked to your bedroom wall. there was something about the way he gave them to you; casual and offhand, like he'd just happened to find them and thought of you.

but sukuna never said why, he never explained the meaning behind any of them.

well, until now.

"so then you've got your roses, obviously," sukuna continued, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

the movement pulled his t-shirt taut across his shoulders, and you looked away before he could catch you staring.

"red for love, white for purity, yellow for friendship. but that's way too simple. anyone knows that. the real interesting stuff is the obscure ones."

the afternoon light filtered through the greenhouse glass, casting everything in a warm, golden, and beautiful haze. dust motes drifted between the two of you, slow and lazy, and a bee hummed somewhere in the corner, drunk on something sweet and pink that you couldn't name.

sukuna's voice washed over you like honey, and you found yourself sinking into it despite your best efforts to stay alert.

"like gardenias," he said, and your heart did something strange in your chest because he'd given you gardenias. three weeks ago, tucked into a mason jar on your desk after a particularly brutal exam week. you'd thought they were just pretty. "they mean secret love. the kind that can't be spoken aloud. which is dramatic as hell, but victorians loved drama almost as much as they loved repressed emotions."

he said it like a joke, like he was mocking the very concept, but his fingers had gone still on the table with no fidgeting, no gesturing; just stillness, and the way his gaze darted away from yours for a fraction of a second before snapping back.

you thought about the gardenias, pressed between pages 87 and 88 of your ancient history textbook, still faintly fragrant when you opened them.

"and peonies," sukuna went on, reaching for the plant he'd been touching earlier. "they've got a few meanings. shame, anger, but also romance and prosperity. it depends on the context, really. the victorians loved context, too."

a little pause.

"mostly, though, they symbolize a happy marriage. or a wish for one, anyway."

sukuna had given you peonies on your birthday. a whole bouquet of them, pink and lush and ridiculous, shoved into your arms with a gruff 'happy birthday, idiot' before he'd disappeared into the kitchen to make you dinner. you'd cried a little, though you'd blamed it on allergies.

your throat felt tight now, but you weren't sure why.

"basil is hatred," sukuna said, ticking off on his fingers now, counting down some internal list. "which is funny because it's also a cooking herb, so who knows what that says about italian grandmothers. ivy means fidelity. rosemary is remembrance. lavender is devotion, but also distrust, because again, context matters."

lavender. he'd left a sprig of lavender on your pillow last month after you'd fallen asleep on his couch.

you'd woken up to the smell of it, and to sukuna making coffee in the kitchen, humming something tuneless under his breath. you'd kept it tucked behind your ear for the rest of the day, and he'd looked at you differently after that; softer, maybe. or maybe you'd imagined it.

"what about camellias?" you asked, and sukuna’s hand paused mid-gesture.

your voice sounded strange to your own ears, thin in a way that had nothing to do with volume and everything to do with the way your heart was suddenly trying to escape your ribcage. because he'd given you camellias too. pink ones, tied with a bit of twine, left in your backpack after a study session two months ago. you'd found them while looking for a pen and spent the rest of the night trying not to overthink it.

sukuna's jaw tightened for just a fraction, just for a second, but you saw it because you were looking, because you were always looking, even when you told yourself not to.

"camellias," sukuna repeated, and the word came out rougher than the others. he cleared his throat. "they mean... longing. desire, mostly. but specifically the kind that's acknowledged and accepted. not secret like gardenias, not hopeful like peonies. just... wanted."

the silence that followed was heavy and thick with something unspoken. a bee buzzed, a leaf drifted down from one of the hanging plants, landing softly on the table between the two of you like a tiny green question mark.

you thought about all of it.

the tulips and the lavender, the gardenias and the peonies, the camellias and the stephanotis sukuna had given you just last week, white and fragile and tucked into your coat pocket. you thought about the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention, the way his voice softened when he said your name, the way he always, always made sure you ate even when you forgot, even when you were too tired or too stressed or too something to take care of yourself.

you thought about the yellow tulips he'd given you first, and what he'd just said about them meaning friendship, and how maybe that had been the beginning. maybe sukuna had started there on purpose, testing the waters, seeing if you'd accept something small and simple before moving on to gardenias and secrets and things left unsaid.

"why are you telling me this?" you asked, and your voice barely trembled at all.

sukuna's eyes met yours, and for once, there was nothing sharp in them. there was no challenge, no defense, no carefully constructed walls. there was just him, just ryomen sukuna, the biggest flower nerd you'd ever met with his flower meanings and his pressed specimens and his soft spot for things that grew from the dirt.

"because," sukuna said, and his ears were turning pink, actually pink, the color creeping down his neck and disappearing beneath his collar. "i've been leaving you flowers for six months, and you haven't said a single word about it. and i thought maybe you didn't know what they meant, and i couldn't decide if that was better or worse than you knowing and not saying anything anyway."

sukuna's hands were shaking slightly.

you'd never seen sukuna's hands shake before, not once in all the years you'd known him. he was always so steady, so sure, so infuriatingly composed, but now, his fingers were curled into loose fists on the table, and the faint tremor in them made something ache behind your sternum.

"so which is it?" sukuna asked, and his voice cracked on the last word. just a little. just enough. "did you know?"

you thought about the gardenias pressed in your textbook, the lavender behind your ear, the peonies on your birthday, the camellias in your backpack. you thought about the way you'd told yourself it didn't mean anything at all, that sukuna wasn't capable of meaning anything, that this was just something the boy did because he was strange like that and unpredictable and full of contradictions.

you thought about how badly you'd wanted to be wrong.

"i didn't know," you said, and something in sukuna's expression flickered, dimmed.

you reached across the table before he could pull away, before sukuna could retreat back behind whatever wall he was scrambling to rebuild. your fingers brushed his knuckles softly, and he went very, very still.

"i didn't know the meanings. but i kept all of them. every single one. they're in my apartment, sukuna. pressed into my textbooks and taped to my walls and stuffed into my jewelry box. i've been sleeping with lavender under my pillow for three weeks because i didn't want to lose the scent."

sukuna's breath caught; you heard it, the tiny hitch that he tried to disguise as a cough.

"that's—" sukuna started, but stopped, and then he swallowed. his throat worked around words that didn't seem to want to come out. "that's really fucking weird, actually. keeping flowers for months."

"you're one to talk," you said, and your lips curved into a smile that felt wobbly and fragile and too big for your face. "you're the one who gave them to me."

"yeah, well." his ears were still pink, spreading now to his cheekbones, and you'd never seen anything more beautiful in your entire life. "i'm in love with you, so it's different."

the words hung in the air between you, simple and devastating. there was no fanfare, and no dramatic pause, simply sukuna being sukuna, saying the thing he'd probably been trying to say for six months through petals and stems and carefully chosen blooms.

"you could have just told me," you said, and your voice was shaking now, but so were your hands, and so was he, so it didn't really matter.

"where's the fun in that?" he asked, but his voice was rough, and his eyes were bright, and when you squeezed his fingers, he squeezed back like he was afraid you'd disappear.

outside the greenhouse windows, the afternoon was fading into evening, gold bleeding into amber bleeding into the soft purple of early dusk. the bee had gone quiet, the leaves had stopped drifting, and the only sound was your breathing and his, mingling in the warm, humid air.

"i'm in love with you too," you said.

because it was true, because it had probably been true for longer than you wanted to admit, because sukuna was a nightmare and a softy and the biggest flower nerd you'd ever met, and you'd spent six months tucking his gifts between the pages of your life like pressed flowers of your own.

sukuna closed his eyes just for a moment, just long enough for you to see the way his shoulders dropped, the tension draining out of him like water from a cracked vase. when he opened them again, sukuna was smiling. a real smile, not the sharp-edged thing he showed the rest of the world, but something small and private and almost shy.

"good," sukuna said, and then, quieter; "i have more at my apartment. flowers, i mean. i was going to give them to you tomorrow, but—" he shrugged, one shoulder lifting and falling. "seems like a waste to wait."

your heart turned over in your chest, sweet like honey.

"show me," you said, and when he stood up and offered you his hand, you took it without hesitation.

sukuna’s palm was warm against yours, calloused from god knows what, steady now that the worst part was over.

he led you out of the greenhouse and into the cooling evening, and neither of you let go, not even when the campus paths grew busy with other students, not even when someone whistled and sukuna flipped them off with his free hand, not even when you reached sukuna’s apartment and he had to fumble for his keys because he simply didn't want to release you long enough to find them.

his apartment smelled like him, like cedar and something floral you couldn't name.

there were flowers everywhere — on the kitchen counter, on the windowsill, in a vase on the coffee table that was definitely too small for the arrangement it held. you spotted roses and tulips and something dark purple you didn't recognize, and sukuna followed your gaze and went pink again.

"i might have gone overboard," sukuma admitted, finally letting go of your hand so he could gesture vaguely at the chaos. "i wasn't sure which ones you'd like best, so i just kind of... got all of them."

you walked over to the windowsill, running your finger along the edge of a potted plant you didn't recognize. it was green and leafy, unassuming, nothing like the showy blooms scattered around the room.

"what's this one?" you asked, turning back to look at him.

sukuna was standing in the middle of his own living room like he'd never seen it before, like he was seeing it through your eyes and finding it lacking. he rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture you'd never seen him make, and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a murmur.

"basil," he said. "it means hatred, remember? i got it as a joke. thought it would be funny to have something that meant the opposite of everything else."

you laughed, and the sound seemed to break something loose in sukuna. he crossed the room in three long strides and stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look at his face.

"i meant it, you know," sukuna said, and his hands hovered near your waist like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch. "every flower. every single one. i meant all of it."

"i know," you said, and you reached up to cup his face in your hands, feeling the slight roughness of his jaw beneath your palms. "i know now."

he kissed you then, soft and careful, like you were something precious he was afraid of breaking. his lips tasted like coffee and something sweet, and his hands finally settled on your hips, and the basil sat on the windowsill behind you, tiny and green and full of meaning.

when you pulled back, sukuna’s eyes were closed, his lashes dark against his flushed cheeks. he looked sweeter like this, softer, like all the sharp edges had been sanded away by the simple fact of being wanted back.

"i'm still mad you didn't look up the meanings," he said without opening his eyes. "six months. i could have just told you in the first week and saved myself a lot of anxiety."

"but then i wouldn't have gotten the flowers," you pointed out, and sukuna snorted, and you felt the vibration of it all the way down to your bones.

"i would have given you the flowers anyway," he said, finally opening his eyes. they were darker than usual, soft with something you were learning to recognize. "i probably would have given you flowers even if you'd laughed in my face. it's a problem, really. my therapist would have a field day."

you laughed again, and sukuna smiled again, and the evening stretched out before you both, full of possibility and pressed flowers and the quiet understanding that some things didn't need to be spoken aloud to be true.

but it didn't hurt, you thought, as sukuna pulled you toward his couch and wrapped his arms around you like he'd been waiting his whole life to do it.

it didn't hurt to say them anyway.

masterlist.

[shujinxed]

tags: hanma shuji x reader, fluff, comfort

you jolt awake, lying in fetal position as tears dampen the pillow under you. you can't seem to shut your eyes, as flashes from your nightmare keep playing over and over, as if you've gone through all of it once more. "No, no, no please, not this again" you find yourself whispering this mantra repeatedly in an attempt to self-soothe, without success.

hanma, who knows anything and everything about you, wakes easily when he feels you shift beside him. he sits up behind you, voice groggy, but comforting "did you have another nightmare again, doll?"

"yeah." you could barely mutter, voice shaking as more tears stream down your face.

"come sit up next to me. you'll feel better." he turns on the bedside lamp to a dim yellow and props up a few pillows on the headboard for the both of you to lean on. you sit up cross legged, hiccupping and sniffling loudly until it's muffled by a large warm body embracing your own. you let out the residual sobs into hanma's purple striped pajama shirt as he strokes the back of your head at a slow and calming pace.

"it was scary. it happened again." you dare not speak of that horrid situation you had to relive through your nightmare, resorting to vague description. though, of course hanma knows already. he knows, so he'll make sure no one ever lays a finger on you ever again lest they wish to lie in their deathbeds.

"i know. it's okay shh, you're here with me now. it was just a bad dream okay? it won't ever happen again. i’m here and real and you can feel me right?"

“yes.” you manage to say. you breathe in his scent, reminiscent of old cigarette smoke contrasted with floral aroma of gardenias from his body wash. it’s calming and reassuring; he is your one constant in life.

to have someone understand each sigh, each breath you take to the way you nod your head while excited or frown when the bakery’s sold out of your favourite pastry is truly a beautiful thing. hanma is that other half of you.

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A/N: lol the way i was crashing out before bed cus of sleep anxiety and randomly started writing this. i haven’t written in a while — i should get back on it 😓

[bearlovestea]

閻魔大王!Sukuna x dead!reader (Enma Daiō!Sukuna)

synopsis: Sukuna, as Enma Daiō—the king of hell and the judge of the deceased—who judges a cute ghost.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: smut 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, use of pet names (doll, baby, sweetheart), reader is dead (mention of car accident), Sukuna's lovesick

a/n: inspired by Hozuki's Coolheadedness yayyy

“Next,” Sukuna lazily shouted, boredly watching the old excuse of a motherfucker being taken off for the rest of the judging process. The king of hell snickered to himself as he remembered the guy’s face pale when he sentenced the douchebag to be burned for eternity.

The majority of the dead that came over to his palace to be judged by him were elderly people, so imagine his surprise when the demon staffs brought in a cute girl, with pretty doe eyes and pouty lips, who even made the ugly white robe the dead have to wear look like a tantalisingly pretty night gown.

Sukuna’s pupils dilated black, his head swimming with dizziness as he stared at you, practically drooling as you cowered beneath his intense, crimson eyes. The sweat on his temple slowly glided down his sharp jaw, the weirdly humid yet also dry, hot environment of hell definitely the only reason why his body was feeling too hot in the skin.

“Um… hello?” your soft, delicate and pretty voice rang out across the hall timidly, not knowing whether the silence and his staring was a good thing.

Fuck, you sound so sweet, and looked so fucking adorable.

Blinking slowly, he straightened up slightly and gave you a lazy, cocky, and self-assured smirk. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?”

The smirk widened at the sight of your pretty blush, your flighty eyes lowered to the stone floor as you murmured gently, “I had a car accident…”

Sukuna hummed, brows furrowed in sympathy.

“Bad luck, huh?” he said, his voice a deep rumbling in his chest, fond and affectionate as he watched you squirm.

“Yeah… that sounds about right,” you agreed with a soft cute sigh, eyes heartwrenchingly dejected.

“My lord, shall we move on to her judge?” Uraume cleared their throat and looked down at the scroll of all of your records. 

This time, Sukuna fully straightened up with a nod, receiving the scroll with one of his four, meaty hands, noticing your eyes on them with a silent smirk.

Uraume started to list off very minor crimes you have done in your life, which all made Sukuna chuckle amusedly as he caught onto your embarrassed blush on your face. In the end, he judged you to go to heaven, chest warming as he saw your face relax and you sighed softly.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, bowing to him. So polite.

“Mm, of course,” Sukuna grinned. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

You were taken away by some of the guards, and his smirk widened, pupils dilating as he saw you glance back at him, smiling shyly. Once you were gone and the next dead person was just about to enter, Sukuna straightened up. 

“Uraume,” he said, voice booming as a grin curled on his lips. “Can you—”

“I fail to understand how that’s appropriate, my lord,” they replied with a sigh, rubbing their temple in their usual stress.

Sukuna raised a brow at them before scoffing. “Don’t argue with me. Get that girl out of the judging process.”

“Oh lord.”

༊·˚°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You’re sprawled across the enormous, mahogany table, your white robe stripped away to reveal your skin, glistening with the humidity.

Sukuna softly cursed at how soft and small you looked underneath him, so delectable as he dove to the crook of your neck to lap at the small bead of sweat collected at your collarbone. His deep hum vibrated against your body, and a smile spread across his lips against your skin once he felt you shiver.

“Come on, doll. Let me make you feel good.”

Your doe eyes stared up at him as you nodded coyly from under your lashes, breathlessly replying, begging, “Yes please.”

“Good girl,” he cooed. Laying his large palm flat underneath your thigh, he lifted your leg to press them by your sides. Without any hesitation, he dove in between your legs, down to your pussy, his adam’s apple bopping as he slurped, swallowed and gulped down on your sweet juices. 

“Hahh, ngh—”

“Fuck, ‘m so thirty. You taste so good doll,” he groaned, pushing his nose against your clit, lapping at your juices desperately with insistent licks like a mutt. He let out a pathetic moan as your hands flew to his head, gripping at the pink strands of his hair to move it up and down, up and down to ride him better. “Hahh—”

His hot breath panted against your glistening folds, giving attention to your clit by slurping it, suckling at the adorable nub and flicking his tongue against it. Your moans got louder, sweeter, making his head incredibly dizzy and he couldn’t resist from pushing his thick knuckled finger into your puckering hole.

“Aghh, Sukuna—!” you gasped, eyes bulging out as you tried to squirm your thighs away, trying to wrap them around his head, only to feel his calloused hands insistently pushing harder against your chest, folding you easily.

“Yes, doll?” he snickered, pulling himself away from your pussy monetarily to look down at you, his chin slobbered with your slick—even the roots of his hair were damp, sticking to his forehead and temple. He mercilessly pumped his single finger inside your pussy, stretching your tight hole that tried to clamp down on him adorably.

“Please…” you begged, babbling his name darlingly as your thighs started to quake from how he started to flick and massage his finger tip against your wall.

“Please what?” he taunted. He pressed himself against you, his thickkkkk belly tongue lolling out to lap at your clit and your pussy around his finger to slobber with his spit. “Love your manners, sweetheart, but you gotta tell me what you want properly.”

“I—” You let out a surprised scream as he inserted a second finger inside your cute hole, pumping faster-faster-faster to slap his knuckles rudely against your swelling folds.

“Can’t, heh, hear you from all of the sound your pussy’s making,” he grinned. “So wet, sucking me in, so fucking greedy. Can you hear her begging my fingers to stay?”

Splat, splat, splat—

“At this point, I should just throw you to hell since your pussy’s so greedy and wants the king of hell to keep fucking her,” he laughed crudely, pussydrunk just from eating you out and fingering you, the sensation of your walls around his skin enough to have him reeling. “Or maybe to Samghata Hell, since you’re such a filthy slut…”

He added a third finger, swirling his thick digits inside your pussy.

“Gonna cum, cum-cumming!!”

“Mm, go ahead, doll,” he purred, cackling as he slammed his fingers roughly. Stars burst out behind your eyes as the tight coil of your belly finally being released, and you convulsed around his fingers, coming hard. Sukuna fucked you through it, helping you chase your climax, watching you with heart eyes as he saw your face contort in pleasure.

One of his other hands found your clit again to rub them generously, making you whine pathetically from the overstimulation. Pulling his fingers out of your pussy, he brought them to his pink lips to roughly suck on your juices collected at the crevices of his skin. His eyes rolled back, a deep hum rumbling from inside his chest as he tasted you. Noticing your hazy eyes staring up at him, he smirked and made a show of lapping at his fingertips—filthy. 

Pushing his spit covered fingers into your small mouth, his pupils dilated black as he watched you suckle on them, hollowing out your cheeks.

“Actually, nevermind,” he murmured, rudely taking his hand away from your mouth to roughly kiss your lips instead. A soft, delighted sigh whisked out of you as you kissed him back, suckling on his tongue, making his lips tugged into a satisfied smirk.

Tugging your lower lip with his teeth, Sukuna’s four, heavily lidded eyes watched your glassy look on your face, feeling your breathless pants against his lips as his thick belly tongue started to pump in and out, in and out inside your pussy. “T-Too much, ‘kuna, hahh…”

“Yeah? Well, I changed my mind,” he murmured fondly. “Should just hire you to sit prettily on the Mountain of Needles. Have those dead losers try to have their hands on you, have them hurt themselves as they desperately try to climb up those needles… Then”—At the same, Sukuna pushed his fingers back inside your hole, this time adding another fourth finger to fist out your tight little pussy, the schlick-schlick sound of your wet pussy echoing across the hall—“I’ll fuck you on top of the mountain, have those motherfuckers watch you take my cock like a good girl, stretching your pussy out for my fat cock like the slut you are. You like that?”

“Yes yes yes!” you whined, tossing your head back, clenching your walls around his fingers tantalisingly.

Fuuuck.

“So cute, doll. So sweet for me,” he purred, leaning in to kiss your jaw. His nose nuzzled against your neck, and the scent of your sweat and aroma hit his nostrils like a damn truck. His cock twitched and convulsed, feeling too tight in his pants.

“Fuck me baby,” he groaned, toppling his weight on top of you. His lips peppered the shell of your ear with soft kisses. “You ready for me to fuck you properly?”

“Mmm, fuck—! Yes please, please…” Your blabbers went on, slurred at the end of your vowels. “Want you so bad, please!!!”

“So fucking well-mannered. Such a cute little pup,” he cooed, licking your cheek with a slowwww glide of his tongue against your adorable fat. Sukuna giggles when he hears you laugh softly at the dog lick.

Slowly, he allowed himself to lift his weight off of you, heading down to kiss your neck, collarbone, then your tits, suckling your nipple while his other hand grips your other tit. Finally, he took his lips off of your skin and stood up to his full height.

You watched him through your hooded eyes in anticipation, the tip of your mouth collecting drool as he hooked his thumbs on his waistband, all the while two of his lower arms held your thighs open. As Sukuna tugged his pants down, your eyes widened as a pair of fat cocks sprung out and you reflexively tried to clamp your thighs shut, only to be met with his strong hands forcing your legs to open up more.

He smirked down at you cockily as you tried to squirm away from his grip. “What’s the matter, doll? Thought you’ll let me take care of you.”

“B-But… you have two?” you pouted, tears forming in your eyes, especially when Sukuna gave you a lazy shrug. “It won’t fit…” 

“Shhh, it will,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss just below your eye to wipe the tear away before grinning down at you. “Don’t gotta worry your pretty little head about it.”

Sukuna bit his lower lip as he tapped-tapped-tapped his cock against your clit, swivering the tip against your nub, mesmerised by how his precum and your juices mixed together, seeing how your pussy drooled and trailed down to the sleek surface of the table. Two of his hands stroked his thick shaft, and he snickered as he saw you eye the veins on his arms.

Swiping his thumb on his slit, Sukuna shoved the finger into your drooling mouth, chuckling as you smiled around him to suck his pre.

“Heh, gotta have you suck my dick off under this desk,” he groaned. “Make the judging hours good for me…”

You hummed around his thumb, nodding eagerly.

“Next time,” he chuckled. Holding his lower dick, he teasingly glided it up and down your pussy lips, from down to your hole to up to your cute clit. Sukuna gripped your thighs tightly, bracing himself before he slowly sunk into your tight hole. “…Fuck.”

His tip smooched your opening before squeezing into your pussy, your gooey walls clamping and squeezing him tightly, making his eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth to part, panting.

“Ah— shit…” He pushed into your hole a little more, making you mewl and hands flying onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tough skin. A laugh rumbled out of him, crazed and hazy, as he started to rock his hips slowly. Every thrust pushed deeper into you, his thick veins massaging every nerve lovingly and his tip teasingly approaching closer to your cervix. His other two hands found your hip, his thumbs caressing your skin and fingers digging into your plush ass to pull you in, bottoming out.

A scream tore from you, the voice echoing and bouncing across the large hall, followed by the squelch-squelch of his balls slapping at the wetness of your skin.

“Ah, fuck-fuck-fugck—” Sukuna roughly slammed his hips against yours, growling with a boisterous laugh, watching your eyes roll back to your skull. “Feel good, yeah? You, agh, feel so good, doll. So, so good—”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you desperately pulled him closer, lips flushedly brushing against his chapped ones, panting against him, “Feels good, feels good, Sukuna. Don’t stop—!”

Bringing a hand down to your pussy, he stacked his other dick on top of your folds, pressing his girth on your clit. Your lips parted into a soft ‘oh’ as you felt his thick cock rub against your clit every time he thrusted his hips against your. Your nails raked down his back as you held onto him tightly, whining and moaning as you felt his weight crush on top of you from the mean mating press.

Sukuna tossed his head back, slapping his heavy balls against your ass as he roughly thrusted. Hooking your knees on his arms, he hugged you tightly, folding you impossibly tighter than it was possible before nuzzling his nose against your neck.

“Never fucked a pretty little dead ghost before, but… shitt, feels so good,” he rambled on, so so pussydrunk. “You’ll be my pretty girl, won’t you? Warm my bed for the night, we can bathe together in the night before we go to sleep. We’ll fuck every morning, lunch and night— heh, wonder if I can even knock you up…”

Sukuna felt your walls clench around his cock at that, making his cheeks flush bright pink, head dizzy and so fucking hazy. “You’ll like that, won’t you?”

You had the audacity to look shy at that after everything, cheeks prettily mirroring his blossoming hue, eyes darted away as you nodded bashfully. Sukuna felt his heart throb and race and without a thought, he pulled you against his chest and hauled you up. Kissing your cute yelp away with full on tongue and teeths, he had two of his hands cradle your face reverently then the other two to spread your legs more, holding you as he stood to his full height.

Now you truly couldn’t escape from the pleasure, because his fat tip was punishingly smacking your cervix, then that special spot that made your eyes roll and only see white, desperately gasping for air. 

Sukuna found it too adorable how you held onto him tightly, whining against his ear like an adorable little pup as he had you bounce on his chubby cock while his second one continued to rub against your clit roughly. You keened cried out when his belly tongue lolled out to lovingly lap at your clit around his cock as well.

“Hahh, I’m close, ‘kuna.”

“Then cum, sweetheart,” he moaned, picking up speed. “Cum on my cock.”

With a cry, you came undone, your body and pussy spasming around his cock. He settled you back on the cool mahogany table, weight crushing on top of you as he panted and kept pistoning into your pussy, chasing his high.

“Shit, shit, shit!"

With a loud grunt, he gave a final thrust, heaving in effort as he came inside, painting your walls in white.

"That was good,” he breathed heavily, peppering your jaw with kisses. He watched you with amusement lighting up in his eyes, seeing your eyes glazed over, staring up at the ceiling blankly, chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm, blissed out. “You good?”

You blinked then nodded absentmindedly.

Chuckling, he scooped you up to hold you against him as he sat back onto his large chair, running his large palm across your back.

He silently promised to himself that he would never have you escape him into heaven. No, you’re going to stay with him, true to his words for the rest of eternity. A cute little dead ghost warming his bed.

Yeah, that sound better than heaven.

taglist (open)! @daflex, @moonlightbunnies, @brightbriefs

dividers: @/bronzewasp

[abbygoons]

<𝟑 .ᐟ 3 4 STEPS TO GET YOUR PERV ROOMMATES TO FUCK YOU!

₊˚⊹ᰔ sukuna x reader x toji

₊˚⊹ᰔ you can read pt. 1 here, or it can be read separately! MDNI. fem!reader, p in v, oral (f receiving), lots of teasing, bratty reader, trip to paris iykwim, NOT PROOFREAD! sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes!

it’s been a week since your five brain cells finally formed a thought and you discovered your roommates were utter pervs, jerking off shamelessly to you! at least sukuna tried to hide it, but toji? he’d straight up check you out, shamelessly! he even started flirting! it’s a good thing you’ve been acting so slutty on purpose, you wanted this reaction. whats wrong with a girl being a perv, too? they were big, strong, sexy men! doesn’t hurt a girl to flaunt a little for their attention, and you had their attention alright.

while they were shameless, boy did they have some self control. toji flirted, yea, but neither of them would ever go out of their way to touch you intimately. you knew they jerked off every night to you, could hear them groaning your name, but they never tried anything. it was great they were so respecting of your personal space, but you were asking for this, for goodness sake!

you began masturbating, loudly, with the door cracked open just a smidge so your two dumb, horny roommates could take a goddamn hint. you know they both witnessed you dipping your fingers into your sopping cunt, teasing yourself with that old hot pink vibrator, and heard you moaning their names, so why have they not budged yet?! toji walked in on you fucking yourself on a seven inch dildo and sukuna watched you squirt all over your bedsheets while chanting his name- so why had neither of them stepped forward to just fuck you already? you were beginning to think you were acting like more of a perv than them.

it was time to up your game. show them you were just as into them as they were you. and you had just the perfect plan: seduce them, get their gears turning, sex! your first target? toji.

✎ STEP ONE: SEDUCE. TARGET: TOJI.

toji was the easier target, surely he’d fold first. you know how fascinated he is with your panties, so here you are, shoving a victoria’s secret bag stuffed with lingerie and panties right in his face.

“toji! i need your help picking which one is the sexiest. could you help me?” you’re looking at him as sultry as ever, eyelashes batting sweetly, bottom lip jut out just a tad for your teeth to sink into. toji already looks far gone just staring into the contents of the bag, he’ll be so easy.

“you want my help, doll? why d’ya need this many pairs, anyways? tryna impress some guy?”

“something like that,” you’re twirling your hair with your pointer finger now, looking up at him beneath batted lashes. you cant help the smirk that tugs at your lips when you see his expression morph into one of irritation. he’s a jealous guy, too? you’re going to have so much fun with him.

“shouldn’t you be showin’ him, then?” toji questions, arms crossing across his chest, making his biceps squeeze so deliciously under that tight shirt of his. you make an effort to shamelessly stare at the way his biceps bulge, give him the fucking hint that you’re into him.

“no, no,” you’re shaking your head, “don’t you know it’s bad luck for your date to see your panties before the date?” you’re questioning him this time, hands on your hips as you make him feel like the dumbass while you utter straight bullshit.

“uh… never heard of that one.”

“well, now you have. so, wanna see me try them on? judging them from the model is probably more accurate than just seeing them in the bag.”

toji almost sputters, you have to tear your gaze away to stop yourself from laughing. he’s agreeing, though, leading you to his room where you can finally seduce him properly.

it only takes you trying on the first pair of panties for him to sport a boner, you could spot the huge tent in his pants from a mile away! he was way easier than you thought, only one pair and he’s already aching like that? how pathetic. you can’t say you blame him, though. they are a cute pair, and in his favorite color, black. it’s a g-string thong, does not even cover your ass a bit. there’s a cute little bow that decorates the front, and most of the fabric is sheer. maybe you shouldn’t have gone all out on the first pair, it’s no wonder he’s already this hard. oh well, you’ve been waiting for this moment alone with him for a week, can you blame a girl for being a little impatient?

now you’re making your way towards his spot on the bed, slow and teasing, swaying your hips just to put on a show. toji’s speechless when you plop yourself right down on his lap, your legs falling on either side of his thighs. successfully straddling him to the bed. the guttural groan he lets out when you grind your hips against his lets you know it’s time to commence step two.

✎ STEP TWO: MAKE THAT MAN USE HIS BRAIN. TARGET: TOJI.

“what’s wrong?” you tease, rubbing your pantie-clad pussy against his bulge. it’s bigger than you imagined, you were almost scared to see the real thing.

“doll,” toji groans, scarred hands finally touching you to grip the flesh of your hips. he has a tight hold on you, like he is afraid of letting you go, like he physically needs you on his lap or he’ll die.

“hmm?” your teasing hum is whispered into the shell of his ear before you nip playfully at the earlobe. the action successfully spurred toji further on, nails now digging into your plush skin, you were sure he was going to leave marks at this rate. he’s shifting you now, making you sit right on his knee.

you find out then that toji is just as much as a tease as you, because now he’s rocking you back and forth on his knee, nudging your now aching clit with each bounce. he can feel you soaking against his sweatpants, panties (which you just bought, mind you) were already ruined. oh well, he can just keep them after.

“this what you wanted?” toji growled, one hand dipping down to your cunt while the other wrapped around your neck. he’s rubbing you through your panties, teasing your poor, needy clit. when you try to beg him to just touch you already, he’s choking you further, making your eyes roll back all prettily.

wow, you seriously underestimated how easy toji was, because in less than a second he was picking you like you weighed nothing. he’s tossing you on the bed, and before you get a second to even register what’s happening, he’s manhandling you roughly.

“you’ve been teasing me all week,” toji grunts, shoving your face in the pillow and arching your back so your ass was raised high in the air. even though he clearly had the upper hand, you still wiggled your hips, just to be a tease.

toji did not appreciate the wiggle, because a punishing hand is slapped right down on your ass, leaving you squealing into the pillow. you can’t even twist around and fight back, as his free hand is keeping your upper body pinned down.

“don’t like when i do it back t’ya?” another slap, this time to your inner thigh. your body jolts from the sensation, and a muffled sound leaves your lips. he relishes in your vulnerable display, slapping a mean hand down right to your pussy this time.

“toji!” you squeal from your place in the pillow, which comes out more like ‘mmmffi.’ maybe you had taken your teasing a little too far, already babbling a muffle apology as he slaps your clit this time. but toji is far gone at this point, ripping your panties off to directly slap the abused bud.

you’re crying into the pillow at this point as he tortures your needy, oversensitive body. he’s whispering degradations into your ear, ‘ya like that? dirty girl.’ ‘gonna fuck that bratty attitude right outta ya.’ ‘see what teasing gets ya?’ ‘do you like this? fucking slut.’ you hate how wetter his mean words get you, soaking his hand and dripping onto the sheets below you.

toji’s hand is suddenly off you, and you can hear him rustling behind you. you don’t dare move from your spot smushed into the pillows, too scared he’ll just tease you more until you’re overstimulated. you are curious, however, tilting your head back juuuust enough to get a view of the stupidly massive cock of his.

“that is not fitting-” you instantly yelp upon seeing it. toji lets out a little tsk before pushing you back into the pillow, massive tip now lining up with your entrance. “shh, doll, you wanted this, ya? i’ll be gentle, promise. tell me if it hurts, mkay?”

✎ STEP THREE: SEX BACKSHOTS OF DOOM? TARGET: TOJI YOU.

toji was lying when he said he’d be gentle. he was slow and sweet when pushing the fat rod of his inside, whispering how good you were, how well you were taking him. but the moment he bottomed out, he just couldn’t help it and began pounding your welcoming pussy. you weren’t expecting such a big, thick cock to split you open like this, writhing in the sheets as you tried your hardest to accommodate to his length. he was already groaning about how tight your pussy was, gripping to his cock like a virgin.

“fuuuuck babydoll, are you actually a virgin? y’er just- ohmygod- so fuckin’ tight, you’ve gotta be, right? savin’ this pretty pussy for me?”

you’re much too fucked out to respond, a moaning mess as he utterly uses you, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. the arched angle has him hitting spots you didn’t even know existed, vision blurring from absolute pleasure.

“been dreamin’ about this. ‘bout you, doll. been wanting to fuck you soooo bad. ever since you moved in. dreamin’ ‘bout me too, baby? leave your panties lying around all for me, right? wanted me to fuck you so bad you just had to tease me like the little brat you are, that it?”

your muffled screams in the pillow only spur toji on further, thrusting into you at an inhumane pace, deep enough he slammed into your cervix with each thrust. he’s been dreaming of this moment since you moved your pretty ass in, how could he not indulge and absolutely wreck you?

“you’re so sexy. so pretty. wanna make you mine so bad. i’ll take such good care of you, baby.”

he’s wringing an orgasm out of you in seconds, one so intense it leaves you gasping for breath. you were sure you looked a mess, body trembling as your cunt fluttered dangerously around toji’s fat length. when you realize he isn’t stopping anytime soon, still pounding into your overstimulated entrance, all you can do is claw at the bed sheets and scream his name.

“gooooood baby, feel so good around my cock. keep squeezin’ me jus’ like that- gonna make me cum inside you, fuck. would you like that? want me to breed this pussy?”

you’re ashamed to admit his babbles about breeding you have you cumming two more times until he’s pulling out, giving his length two strokes before he came spilling out on his t shirt. you were absolutely wrecked, body sinking into the mattress and lying limp. the only movement you could make was a little twist of your head to tell him just how mean and big he was.

“did you have to be that mean?” your voice comes out in a weak croak, angry glare sent his way. toji just laughs, swatting your ass once before leaving and returning with a towel.

“lemme clean you up, doll. wanna bath?”

toji was surprisingly much more sweet and tender than you imagined. you always thought of him as a fuck and dip kind of guy, but here he was, picking you up bridal style to give you a bath.

“didn’t take you as an aftercare kinda guy,” you giggle lazily, poking toji’s cheek.

“i’m not. you’re just different. can you shut up and get in the bath already?”

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it took you at least two days to recover from toji’s relentless backshots, the backshots of doom your best friend yuki likes to call them. you walked with a limp the past two days, it’s finally dulled down to a little tremble.

toji was at the gym today, giving you a perfect chance to finally execute the same plan with sukuna. yes, even after the backshots of doom, you are greedy and still want more. besides, it wasn’t polite to only give one of them what they wanted!

you caught sukuna off guard in the kitchen in all his glory. shirtless, messy hair, nothing but a pair of boxers, intricate tattoos on full display for you to marvel at. it shocked you that a guy that looked so mean and scary was really just a nice guy underneath, respectful of your privacy and belongings. sometimes you wish he’d just crack once, but it’s okay, you’ve taken things into your own hands now.

✎ STEP ONE: SEDUCE. TARGET: SUKUNA.

“your tattoos are really pretty,” your melodic words startle him from where he had his back facing you, brewing a pot of coffee. he twists himself around to look down at you, sheepish hand flying to rub the back of his neck.

“pretty? that’s not really a word i’d use to describe myself.”

“what’s wrong with a guy being pretty? you are.” you’re hopping yourself onto the kitchen counter now, seated close enough to him that your arms brush against one another. your feet dangle below you, knocking into his leg to gain his attention.

“nothing, i guess. just never been called it… you’ve got me beat, though.”

“are you calling me pretty?” you lean in closer to him, sickly sweet smirk painted on your lips.

“i mean- yeah. obviously. you’re pretty.” you can tell he’s blushing now by the way he turns away from you.

“wanna see mine?”

“huh?” sukunas turning back to face you, eyebrow raised as you give him a cheeky expression.

“my tattoo, silly!”

“you have a tattoo?”

that got his attention, you beckon him forward with a finger, to which he obeys so sweetly. his face becomes the color of his hair when you’re tugging your shorts down as far as you can to show off your cute little heart tattoo, right above your womb.

“you like it?” you ask all innocently, determined to rile him up. you notice the way his adam’s apple bobs, the way he grips the kitchen counter beside you to physically restrain himself from taking you right here, right now.

“i- yeah. it suits you. cute.”

“aaaand?”

“and… it’s pretty, like you.”

“aaaaaaaaand?” now you’re just messing with him.

“a-and…”

gosh. you didn’t know it was possible to reduce sukuna to a blushing mess just from a tattoo. he was much more soft than you gave him credit for.

✎ STEP TWO: MAKE HIM USE THAT BRAIN. TARGET: SUKUNA.

“i’m just teasing you, silly. cmon, i’ll give you a hint.”

“a hint?”

“mmm hmm…” your gaze drifts down to his boxers, bulge already tenting the strained fabric. you tug at the waistband, letting it slap against his skin, not before taking an appreciative glance at the pelvic line tattoos he had to show.

he’s gasping your name, head drooping low onto your shoulder. finally cracked him.

“i know you’ve heard me finger myself to you,” you hum sweetly, palming at the tent in his boxers. he’s groaning, deep and guttural. “do you not want me, too? been fucking myself on my fingers wishing it was you… and you never came to help me…”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry baby- didn’t wanna scare you. fuck. you’re so perfect, scared you’d run away from me if i tried anything funny.”

his voice is so deep it grumbles in his chest, making you drip through your panties. how could someone so scary be so cute?

“i’d never run away from you. let me show you?” you’re about to hop off the counter, drop to your knees and suck the soul out of his body, but he’s keeping you in place with his inhuman strength.

“no, no, let me make it up to you,” he’s insisting, he’s the one getting on his knees. “been dying to taste you. please, princess? let me show you how bad i’ve wanted you?”

he maneuvers you so your legs are draped over his shoulders, head resting on your inner thigh as he helps you tug your shorts and panties off. sukunas groaning at just the sight of your glistening pussy under the light, taking a deep inhale before getting to work.

sukuna is a patient man, a man who takes his time. he’s killing you with the amount of teasing kisses he lays along your inner thighs, open mouthed and sloppy. he even leaves a few warning nips when you complain how badly you want him- mean!

✎ STEP THREE: SEX BREAKFAST. TARGET: SUKUNA YOU.

finally, his breath ghosts over your sensitive folds. first he kisses them gently, then a tongue- a pierced one- is lapping between them. you immediately fist his hair from the sensation, gripping him so hard it must hurt, but he only groans in satisfaction as you push his face closer to your needy cunt. the groan sends vibrations straight to your pussy, only making you wetter, much to his pleasure.

“taste so good,” he mumbles against you between licks, ringed finger joining alongside his tongue to plunge deep in your entrance.

“k-kuna! fuck! please- just like that- oh my god- you feel so good!” you were a loud thing, maybe it was for the better that toji had your face shoved in a pillow the entire time.

good thing sukuna likes loud, doubling his efforts to make you cum on his tongue from the sweet noises you were making.

you cry out in earnest, bucking your hips against his face for more friction. purposely, he angles his face so your clit nudges against his nose with each grind. you gasp at the sensation, staring down to see an absolutely pussydrunk man, face glossy with your juices, tongue now replacing his finger to fuck in and out of your delicious cunt.

you’re cumming on his tongue within seconds, hips twitching against his face, legs trembling on either side of his shoulders. he doesn’t let you back away, no, he’s holding you in place so you can squirt right into his mouth. god, he’s filthy.

you came so hard, you hadn’t even noticed the other presence in the room. sukuna and you are both started when toji’s voice rings out, “havin’ fun without me?”

✎ STEP FOUR?: TAG TEAMED. TARGET: YOU.

you don’t even register sukuna and toji’s petty argument as they’re both tugging you around to your room, much too dazed from your orgasm and excitement to listen to them fight over who deserved you more.

you don’t register what’s happening as your manhandled onto your hands and knees on the bed, toji positioning himself at your front while sukuna positions himself behind.

they’re still arguing when toji’s pressing the the tip of his cock to your pretty lips and sukunas nudging the head of his dick through your soaking folds. you don’t even get a chance to speak up and stop this petty argument, as both your ends are completely stuffed by two thick, long cocks.

“she fucked me first,” tojis growling at his roommate and longtime best friend, hips thrusting into your eager and willing mouth. you can’t help but claw at the meat of his hips for stability as you’re absolutely pounded raw from behind.

“ok? she clearly wants me more,” sukuna grunts back, hands gripping your waist to fuck you with greater intensity.

“fuck you.”

“fuck you.”

they were gonna be at this all night, you knew it. you’d never be able to walk again- you’re already cumming on sukunas cock, clit untouched, from the dual sensation of both men railing either side of you.

“fuuuuck, the way she moans on my cock when you pound her like that,” tojis groaning, hand fisting your hair to face fuck you harder. wait. was he… complimenting sukuna? was whatever jealous argument they had over?

“bro- fuck- she sounds so pretty gagged on you, she’s cumming so hard.” sukunas now complimenting toji, hips stuttering as you squeeze down around his cock.

“she like us both- fuck- yea? wanna share?”

“fuck yes.”

oh no. what had you gotten yourself into.

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જ⁀➴ ♡ MDNI, your roommates, sukuna and toji, can’t stop perving over you! fem!reader

part 2!

you’re in desperate need of an apartment when the listing is put up, a three bedroom apartment with two roommates already settled in. their last roommate is moving for a job opportunity, so they’re looking for a replacement.

imagine sukuna and toji’s surprise when the replacement is your cute self. you replied to their listing almost immediately, and you were welcomed into their loving arms (too loving).

they both found you attractive. a small, cute little thing prancing around the apartment. you got comfortable fast, walking around in the shortest of shorts and see through tops that left your perky tits basically exposed.

you were a forgetful little thing. often you’d leave your laundry out for anyone to see, pretty lacy panties a sight to behold right on top of the pile of clothes.

sukuna tried to be respectful, put your belongings back in place and not stare at your hard nipples through the sheer fabric of your night shirt. but it was getting increasingly hard, especially when you bent over like that, arched for your ass to stick out just perfectly. they’ve both imagined taking you just like that, shorts pooled to your feet, panties tugged to the side, as he pounds into you at a punishing pace for acting like such a teasing minx.

toji was the first to indulge. it started with panties being stolen from your laundry, always a sexy black pair. he even stole your favorite thong! but who could blame him, when you kept them out so willingly like that?

toji felt no guilt when he wrapped the black lace around his thick cock, rutting up into it like you were really there. he’d moan your name quietly, teeth sank deep into his bottom lip as he imagined pounding that tight pussy of yours. he wondered if you were a virgin, fantasized about stealing your virginity in at least ten different positions around the house.

“fuuuuck baby,” he’d groan out, head thrown back as he chased his high. “this wet f’er me? gonna let me breed that pretty little pussy?” he’s chanting obscenely, praising your absent body until thick ropes of cum are shooting out of his cock, right into your black thong. he can’t help but feel disappointed it was wasted, not inside you, but now soiling the fabric of your favorite pair. oh well, now toji can fantasize about your prancing around the house with his cum stained into your panties, rubbing against your cunt.

toji makes it a habit to jerk off to you at least once a day. he’s worried he’s starting to become obsessed with you, no longer attracted to the hot women that frequent parties. when he does indulge in the sex, he ends up pissing the girl off by moaning your name at the end. oh well, not like he wanted them to stay anyways.

sukuna, on the other hand, was much less indulgent. he felt ashamed at first, jerking off one night after watching you bend over so prettily on the kitchen table. the sight of your skirt riding up to show off your panties, folds visible beneath the fabric. he caught the way your panties were just slightly damp, leaving him to fantasize about eating that pussy all night long ‘till you’re crying. he wants to suck on that pretty clit till you’re screaming, fuck you with his tongue ‘till you’re squirting all over his face.

sukuna becomes less ashamed when he finds out toji’s just as much of a perv he is. some bitch came whining to his ear, asking sukuna who you were. said toji wouldn’t stop moaning your name during sex, wanted to know who it was that ‘stole her man.’

sukuna doesn’t feel remorse anymore when he jerks off in the shower to you, washcloth full of that fruity body wash you use held straight against his nose as he imagines fucking into you like he’s always wanted. imagines bending you over right here in the shower, fucking you so hard the only thing you can say is his name, cockdrunk.

you’re too busy to notice your roommates perving over you, constantly studying or working to give them a second thought. but you do notice the way your panties go missing, or your body washes mysteriously lose product. and then it all clicks.

good thing you think they’re hot, too. you’re going to have so much fun teasing them until one of them gives in and fucks you like they mean it.