all mondulo!yuji needs after a hard day is soft touches, a warm bath and his pretty girl to make him forget about all the pain.
sfw, fluff. ⸝⸝ art :: @/syllsmot. ⸝⸝ dividers :: @/cyberbeat.
yuji could feel the tiredness settle in his bones while he trudged his way home—it was odd, that he had a place he could call home now. he was used to wandering, because after all his years of being alive, the sorcerers he grew up with was all he ever had. and they'd long since left, condemning him to a life of pain.
that was okay, though, he forgave them for it. clinging onto resentment as someone near immortal…nothing good would ever come of it. and unfortunately for him, he had not a resentful bone in his body.
what yuji itadori needed was a break, something, someone to make him forget about every sorrow he carried, even if it was merely momentarily. and it was more than he could've asked for, having you in his life.
you were the living embodiment of an angel, always so patient with him, so gentle, yuji for the first time in decades felt like he was at peace.
he opened the door to your apartment, always finding solace there, softly announcing his presence before you skipped and wrapped your arms around him.
"you look tired."
"i am." is all he mumbled before pressing his lips to your forehead, his arms around yours while he tried to ground himself.
"i know just the thing to help."
you dragged him through your place, eventually making it to your bathroom, your shelves lined with scented soaps and washes, your bathtub already full with candles lining the sink close by.
"what's all this?"
"i figured you'd need something to relax, go on." you beckoned him to the tub, helping him rid himself of his jacket, his shirt—running your hands over his abs, looping your fingers through his belt loops before pulling him in for a soft kiss, with yuji melting into it, letting out soft sighs while he cupped your face.
"i missed you."
"you saw me yesterday, yuji."
"i still missed you."
he stepped into the water, his muscles relaxing entire in the warm bath, practically letting out a soft moan the second you ran your fingers through his hair.
"fuck, that feels good."
he was melting into you, his skin turning the softest shade of pink while you lathered the shampoo on his head, washing it out gently while he sighed—his body was starting to smell like yours, the scent of your soap, your shampoo clouding his brain while you took such good care of him, it made him want to weep like kid and stay stuck in this loop as long as his miserable luck would let him.
"well, aren't you going to join me?"
you planted a kiss to his lips, trying your best to keep the soap out of your mouth, before making it to the doorway.
"you can join me in bed, baby."
and he was dragging himself out of the tub almost immediately, drying himself as fast as he humanly could, before throwing on a pair of grey sweats and diving straight on top of you while you waited in your bed.
his full weight pressed against you while he nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling your scent while he arms crushed you as close as physics would allow him to, holding you down like the last good thing he had left would disappear if he didn't.
"do i ever tell you how much i love you?" he mumbled, kissing your neck while you let out a soft laugh, brushing strands of his wet hair away from his face before pulling his head a little back to look at him.
"you always do, yuu."
"i love you, i love you, i love you so much." he said between kisses, practically smothering you in affection, relishing in your fit of giggles.
"i love you too, yuji."
fluff lilith returns! everyone pretend to be surprised
navigation. || masterlist.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
all mondulo!yuji needs after a hard day is soft touches, a warm bath and his pretty girl to make him forget about all the pain.
sfw, fluff. ⸝⸝ art :: @/syllsmot. ⸝⸝ dividers :: @/cyberbeat.
yuji could feel the tiredness settle in his bones while he trudged his way home—it was odd, that he had a place he could call home now. he was used to wandering, because after all his years of being alive, the sorcerers he grew up with was all he ever had. and they'd long since left, condemning him to a life of pain.
that was okay, though, he forgave them for it. clinging onto resentment as someone near immortal…nothing good would ever come of it. and unfortunately for him, he had not a resentful bone in his body.
what yuji itadori needed was a break, something, someone to make him forget about every sorrow he carried, even if it was merely momentarily. and it was more than he could've asked for, having you in his life.
you were the living embodiment of an angel, always so patient with him, so gentle, yuji for the first time in decades felt like he was at peace.
he opened the door to your apartment, always finding solace there, softly announcing his presence before you skipped and wrapped your arms around him.
"you look tired."
"i am." is all he mumbled before pressing his lips to your forehead, his arms around yours while he tried to ground himself.
"i know just the thing to help."
you dragged him through your place, eventually making it to your bathroom, your shelves lined with scented soaps and washes, your bathtub already full with candles lining the sink close by.
"what's all this?"
"i figured you'd need something to relax, go on." you beckoned him to the tub, helping him rid himself of his jacket, his shirt—running your hands over his abs, looping your fingers through his belt loops before pulling him in for a soft kiss, with yuji melting into it, letting out soft sighs while he cupped your face.
"i missed you."
"you saw me yesterday, yuji."
"i still missed you."
he stepped into the water, his muscles relaxing entire in the warm bath, practically letting out a soft moan the second you ran your fingers through his hair.
"fuck, that feels good."
he was melting into you, his skin turning the softest shade of pink while you lathered the shampoo on his head, washing it out gently while he sighed—his body was starting to smell like yours, the scent of your soap, your shampoo clouding his brain while you took such good care of him, it made him want to weep like kid and stay stuck in this loop as long as his miserable luck would let him.
"well, aren't you going to join me?"
you planted a kiss to his lips, trying your best to keep the soap out of your mouth, before making it to the doorway.
"you can join me in bed, baby."
and he was dragging himself out of the tub almost immediately, drying himself as fast as he humanly could, before throwing on a pair of grey sweats and diving straight on top of you while you waited in your bed.
his full weight pressed against you while he nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling your scent while he arms crushed you as close as physics would allow him to, holding you down like the last good thing he had left would disappear if he didn't.
"do i ever tell you how much i love you?" he mumbled, kissing your neck while you let out a soft laugh, brushing strands of his wet hair away from his face before pulling his head a little back to look at him.
"you always do, yuu."
"i love you, i love you, i love you so much." he said between kisses, practically smothering you in affection, relishing in your fit of giggles.
"i love you too, yuji."
fluff lilith returns! everyone pretend to be surprised
navigation. || masterlist.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
all mondulo!yuji needs after a hard day is soft touches, a warm bath and his pretty girl to make him forget about all the pain.
sfw, fluff. ⸝⸝ art :: @/syllsmot. ⸝⸝ dividers :: @/cyberbeat.
yuji could feel the tiredness settle in his bones while he trudged his way home—it was odd, that he had a place he could call home now. he was used to wandering, because after all his years of being alive, the sorcerers he grew up with was all he ever had. and they'd long since left, condemning him to a life of pain.
that was okay, though, he forgave them for it. clinging onto resentment as someone near immortal…nothing good would ever come of it. and unfortunately for him, he had not a resentful bone in his body.
what yuji itadori needed was a break, something, someone to make him forget about every sorrow he carried, even if it was merely momentarily. and it was more than he could've asked for, having you in his life.
you were the living embodiment of an angel, always so patient with him, so gentle, yuji for the first time in decades felt like he was at peace.
he opened the door to your apartment, always finding solace there, softly announcing his presence before you skipped and wrapped your arms around him.
"you look tired."
"i am." is all he mumbled before pressing his lips to your forehead, his arms around yours while he tried to ground himself.
"i know just the thing to help."
you dragged him through your place, eventually making it to your bathroom, your shelves lined with scented soaps and washes, your bathtub already full with candles lining the sink close by.
"what's all this?"
"i figured you'd need something to relax, go on." you beckoned him to the tub, helping him rid himself of his jacket, his shirt—running your hands over his abs, looping your fingers through his belt loops before pulling him in for a soft kiss, with yuji melting into it, letting out soft sighs while he cupped your face.
"i missed you."
"you saw me yesterday, yuji."
"i still missed you."
he stepped into the water, his muscles relaxing entire in the warm bath, practically letting out a soft moan the second you ran your fingers through his hair.
"fuck, that feels good."
he was melting into you, his skin turning the softest shade of pink while you lathered the shampoo on his head, washing it out gently while he sighed—his body was starting to smell like yours, the scent of your soap, your shampoo clouding his brain while you took such good care of him, it made him want to weep like kid and stay stuck in this loop as long as his miserable luck would let him.
"well, aren't you going to join me?"
you planted a kiss to his lips, trying your best to keep the soap out of your mouth, before making it to the doorway.
"you can join me in bed, baby."
and he was dragging himself out of the tub almost immediately, drying himself as fast as he humanly could, before throwing on a pair of grey sweats and diving straight on top of you while you waited in your bed.
his full weight pressed against you while he nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling your scent while he arms crushed you as close as physics would allow him to, holding you down like the last good thing he had left would disappear if he didn't.
"do i ever tell you how much i love you?" he mumbled, kissing your neck while you let out a soft laugh, brushing strands of his wet hair away from his face before pulling his head a little back to look at him.
"you always do, yuu."
"i love you, i love you, i love you so much." he said between kisses, practically smothering you in affection, relishing in your fit of giggles.
"i love you too, yuji."
fluff lilith returns! everyone pretend to be surprised
navigation. || masterlist.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
roommate!sukuna can’t help but jerk off in your shower :c
he swears he doesn’t mean to do it, it’s just force of habit to use your shower now—besides, you have all the fancy stuff in there, expensive, scented body washes, scrubs that smell like vanilla heaven, why would he ever shower in his bathroom ever again?
it’s just routine, breaking into your room with no warning, stripping himself half naked before throwing you his signature smirk before closing your bathroom door to turn on the shower, running the hot water over his body, lathering himself up in all your nicest products until he’s drowning in a steaming shower that smells like you.
it’s familiar, it’s comforting—and it all just smells like you, it’s the way you smell when you walk past him in the hallways when you try to ignore him, it’s the way your sheets smell when you nap in the, after a shower, and before he can stop himself he’s fully hard, his cock flushed under the warm water, slowly leaking beads of pre.
he shouldn’t, he knows that, you’re right outside the room studying for your stupid exam, but his hand finds the base of his cock, slowly moving up and down while he leans against your shower walls, biting one of his fists just so you can’t hear how pathetic his moans sound.
“f—fuck, y/n.”
all he could think about was you, how you smell so fucking good, the way you look so focused while you studied, the way you always looked at him like you fucking hated him—it always had him adjusting his pants around you, trying to avert his eyes because one look at your pretty face being mad at him was enough to have him cum in his pants on spot.
his pace was starting to quicken, his hand wrapped around his pretty cock, twitching in his hold while he continued, moaning in the shower, letting out the prettiest whimpers that he hoped you couldn’t hear.
his knees almost gave out while he came, painting his hands a pretty shade of white before he washed himself off, frantically getting himself out of the shower, tying a towel around his waist before he finally unlocked the door, almost letting out a sigh of relief when he saw you still at your desk, studying.
he tried to be nonchalant, waltzing out of the room until—
“it’s impolite to jerk off in my shower, you know that, right?”
“i wasn’t—i didn’t think—.” he was scrambling for words the first time in his life, his face flushed the same shade of pink as his hair.
“the least you could do is invite me in.”
oh fuck.
hi have a lil treat b4 i finish the actual fic (i’ve said this a billion times) but also i’m 3k words in guys r u proud.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
roommate!sukuna can’t help but jerk off in your shower :c
he swears he doesn’t mean to do it, it’s just force of habit to use your shower now—besides, you have all the fancy stuff in there, expensive, scented body washes, scrubs that smell like vanilla heaven, why would he ever shower in his bathroom ever again?
it’s just routine, breaking into your room with no warning, stripping himself half naked before throwing you his signature smirk before closing your bathroom door to turn on the shower, running the hot water over his body, lathering himself up in all your nicest products until he’s drowning in a steaming shower that smells like you.
it’s familiar, it’s comforting—and it all just smells like you, it’s the way you smell when you walk past him in the hallways when you try to ignore him, it’s the way your sheets smell when you nap in the, after a shower, and before he can stop himself he’s fully hard, his cock flushed under the warm water, slowly leaking beads of pre.
he shouldn’t, he knows that, you’re right outside the room studying for your stupid exam, but his hand finds the base of his cock, slowly moving up and down while he leans against your shower walls, biting one of his fists just so you can’t hear how pathetic his moans sound.
“f—fuck, y/n.”
all he could think about was you, how you smell so fucking good, the way you look so focused while you studied, the way you always looked at him like you fucking hated him—it always had him adjusting his pants around you, trying to avert his eyes because one look at your pretty face being mad at him was enough to have him cum in his pants on spot.
his pace was starting to quicken, his hand wrapped around his pretty cock, twitching in his hold while he continued, moaning in the shower, letting out the prettiest whimpers that he hoped you couldn’t hear.
his knees almost gave out while he came, painting his hands a pretty shade of white before he washed himself off, frantically getting himself out of the shower, tying a towel around his waist before he finally unlocked the door, almost letting out a sigh of relief when he saw you still at your desk, studying.
he tried to be nonchalant, waltzing out of the room until—
“it’s impolite to jerk off in my shower, you know that, right?”
“i wasn’t—i didn’t think—.” he was scrambling for words the first time in his life, his face flushed the same shade of pink as his hair.
“the least you could do is invite me in.”
oh fuck.
hi have a lil treat b4 i finish the actual fic (i’ve said this a billion times) but also i’m 3k words in guys r u proud.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
roommate!sukuna can’t help but jerk off in your shower :c
he swears he doesn’t mean to do it, it’s just force of habit to use your shower now—besides, you have all the fancy stuff in there, expensive, scented body washes, scrubs that smell like vanilla heaven, why would he ever shower in his bathroom ever again?
it’s just routine, breaking into your room with no warning, stripping himself half naked before throwing you his signature smirk before closing your bathroom door to turn on the shower, running the hot water over his body, lathering himself up in all your nicest products until he’s drowning in a steaming shower that smells like you.
it’s familiar, it’s comforting—and it all just smells like you, it’s the way you smell when you walk past him in the hallways when you try to ignore him, it’s the way your sheets smell when you nap in the, after a shower, and before he can stop himself he’s fully hard, his cock flushed under the warm water, slowly leaking beads of pre.
he shouldn’t, he knows that, you’re right outside the room studying for your stupid exam, but his hand finds the base of his cock, slowly moving up and down while he leans against your shower walls, biting one of his fists just so you can’t hear how pathetic his moans sound.
“f—fuck, y/n.”
all he could think about was you, how you smell so fucking good, the way you look so focused while you studied, the way you always looked at him like you fucking hated him—it always had him adjusting his pants around you, trying to avert his eyes because one look at your pretty face being mad at him was enough to have him cum in his pants on spot.
his pace was starting to quicken, his hand wrapped around his pretty cock, twitching in his hold while he continued, moaning in the shower, letting out the prettiest whimpers that he hoped you couldn’t hear.
his knees almost gave out while he came, painting his hands a pretty shade of white before he washed himself off, frantically getting himself out of the shower, tying a towel around his waist before he finally unlocked the door, almost letting out a sigh of relief when he saw you still at your desk, studying.
he tried to be nonchalant, waltzing out of the room until—
“it’s impolite to jerk off in my shower, you know that, right?”
“i wasn’t—i didn’t think—.” he was scrambling for words the first time in his life, his face flushed the same shade of pink as his hair.
“the least you could do is invite me in.”
oh fuck.
hi have a lil treat b4 i finish the actual fic (i’ve said this a billion times) but also i’m 3k words in guys r u proud.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
everyone deserves a break >_0 (reupload)!—tojikuna.
staring at your notes the past couple of hours, watching every sentence and paragraph meld into one, and you swore you could feel your brain slowly turning to mush. you hated exams. you hated how unproductive you were when you were stressed.
you could feel the tears slowly welling up in your eyes, the frustration building up the past few hours, and you could feel more information leaving your brain than entering it.
while you were stuck in your haze, on the verge of tears, gnawing your pencil raw in anger while your textbooks seem to mock you—you could hear the heavy footing of your roommate outside of your door. all you could think was why the fuck were they awake at 2 in the morning?
you could hear your door latch open, toji and sukuna striding inside as of they owned the place, clad in the grey sweatpants that they insisted upon wearing everywhere in the apartment.
you could see sukuna’s piercings catch the faint night-light of your room, his tattoos on full display, while toji was not far behind him, walking into your room and staring at you as if you’d grown two heads.
“and pray tell what the fuck are you doing up at 2am and studying?” sukuna’s voice was almost echoing through your silent room.
“you look like you got shot, doll”
“and what the hell’s that ‘supposed to mean?” you retorted almost instantly, a pout gracing your lips that they both couldn’t seem to tear their eyes off of.
and before you could even blink, you could feel sukuna’s arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you up from your chair, while he lifted you up, turning you to face him, his hands moving down to your ass while you had your thighs wrapped around his waist.
“youre going to sleep” was all he said while kissing you on your cheek, and you couldn’t find it in you to fight it, you were just so, so tired. all you could do was mumble incoherent sentences while toji walked up behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
before you know it, you can feel yourself being descended onto your bed, your head cradled by the soft plushies that you insisted on collecting on every arcade trip you went on, and right when you thought the two of them were going to leave your room you could feel the mattress dip on both your sides.
“huh why are the two of you—“
“you didnt think we’d let you sleep all alone in the freezing cold, did you doll?” you could practically feel the shit-eating grin that fushiguro bastard had on his perfect, handsome face right when he said it. you were a weak, weak woman and they knew it.
i mean who could have complaints when you had two gigantic men crowding your bed in the freezing cold, being pressed up right between them for warmth while they snaked their arms around you, practically crushing you in between their bodies?
you were now squished between the two of them, your face smushed into sukuna’s chest, with his arm supporting your head while he gently patted your head, while toji had his muscled thigh slotted between your legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt, his lips finding their way down your neck, while you found your eyes drooping slowly, beckoning you to sleep.
you were just so, so adorable completely at their mercy, fully asleep while snoring softly while the both of them locked eyes, a small agreement forming between the two. they were completely and utterly yours, at your every beck and call, and you hadn’t a clue about it just yet.
i have so many drabbles i should shut the fuck up more often
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
everyone deserves a break >_0 (reupload)!—tojikuna.
staring at your notes the past couple of hours, watching every sentence and paragraph meld into one, and you swore you could feel your brain slowly turning to mush. you hated exams. you hated how unproductive you were when you were stressed.
you could feel the tears slowly welling up in your eyes, the frustration building up the past few hours, and you could feel more information leaving your brain than entering it.
while you were stuck in your haze, on the verge of tears, gnawing your pencil raw in anger while your textbooks seem to mock you—you could hear the heavy footing of your roommate outside of your door. all you could think was why the fuck were they awake at 2 in the morning?
you could hear your door latch open, toji and sukuna striding inside as of they owned the place, clad in the grey sweatpants that they insisted upon wearing everywhere in the apartment.
you could see sukuna’s piercings catch the faint night-light of your room, his tattoos on full display, while toji was not far behind him, walking into your room and staring at you as if you’d grown two heads.
“and pray tell what the fuck are you doing up at 2am and studying?” sukuna’s voice was almost echoing through your silent room.
“you look like you got shot, doll”
“and what the hell’s that ‘supposed to mean?” you retorted almost instantly, a pout gracing your lips that they both couldn’t seem to tear their eyes off of.
and before you could even blink, you could feel sukuna’s arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you up from your chair, while he lifted you up, turning you to face him, his hands moving down to your ass while you had your thighs wrapped around his waist.
“youre going to sleep” was all he said while kissing you on your cheek, and you couldn’t find it in you to fight it, you were just so, so tired. all you could do was mumble incoherent sentences while toji walked up behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
before you know it, you can feel yourself being descended onto your bed, your head cradled by the soft plushies that you insisted on collecting on every arcade trip you went on, and right when you thought the two of them were going to leave your room you could feel the mattress dip on both your sides.
“huh why are the two of you—“
“you didnt think we’d let you sleep all alone in the freezing cold, did you doll?” you could practically feel the shit-eating grin that fushiguro bastard had on his perfect, handsome face right when he said it. you were a weak, weak woman and they knew it.
i mean who could have complaints when you had two gigantic men crowding your bed in the freezing cold, being pressed up right between them for warmth while they snaked their arms around you, practically crushing you in between their bodies?
you were now squished between the two of them, your face smushed into sukuna’s chest, with his arm supporting your head while he gently patted your head, while toji had his muscled thigh slotted between your legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt, his lips finding their way down your neck, while you found your eyes drooping slowly, beckoning you to sleep.
you were just so, so adorable completely at their mercy, fully asleep while snoring softly while the both of them locked eyes, a small agreement forming between the two. they were completely and utterly yours, at your every beck and call, and you hadn’t a clue about it just yet.
i have so many drabbles i should shut the fuck up more often
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
everyone deserves a break >_0 (reupload)!—tojikuna.
staring at your notes the past couple of hours, watching every sentence and paragraph meld into one, and you swore you could feel your brain slowly turning to mush. you hated exams. you hated how unproductive you were when you were stressed.
you could feel the tears slowly welling up in your eyes, the frustration building up the past few hours, and you could feel more information leaving your brain than entering it.
while you were stuck in your haze, on the verge of tears, gnawing your pencil raw in anger while your textbooks seem to mock you—you could hear the heavy footing of your roommate outside of your door. all you could think was why the fuck were they awake at 2 in the morning?
you could hear your door latch open, toji and sukuna striding inside as of they owned the place, clad in the grey sweatpants that they insisted upon wearing everywhere in the apartment.
you could see sukuna’s piercings catch the faint night-light of your room, his tattoos on full display, while toji was not far behind him, walking into your room and staring at you as if you’d grown two heads.
“and pray tell what the fuck are you doing up at 2am and studying?” sukuna’s voice was almost echoing through your silent room.
“you look like you got shot, doll”
“and what the hell’s that ‘supposed to mean?” you retorted almost instantly, a pout gracing your lips that they both couldn’t seem to tear their eyes off of.
and before you could even blink, you could feel sukuna’s arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you up from your chair, while he lifted you up, turning you to face him, his hands moving down to your ass while you had your thighs wrapped around his waist.
“youre going to sleep” was all he said while kissing you on your cheek, and you couldn’t find it in you to fight it, you were just so, so tired. all you could do was mumble incoherent sentences while toji walked up behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
before you know it, you can feel yourself being descended onto your bed, your head cradled by the soft plushies that you insisted on collecting on every arcade trip you went on, and right when you thought the two of them were going to leave your room you could feel the mattress dip on both your sides.
“huh why are the two of you—“
“you didnt think we’d let you sleep all alone in the freezing cold, did you doll?” you could practically feel the shit-eating grin that fushiguro bastard had on his perfect, handsome face right when he said it. you were a weak, weak woman and they knew it.
i mean who could have complaints when you had two gigantic men crowding your bed in the freezing cold, being pressed up right between them for warmth while they snaked their arms around you, practically crushing you in between their bodies?
you were now squished between the two of them, your face smushed into sukuna’s chest, with his arm supporting your head while he gently patted your head, while toji had his muscled thigh slotted between your legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt, his lips finding their way down your neck, while you found your eyes drooping slowly, beckoning you to sleep.
you were just so, so adorable completely at their mercy, fully asleep while snoring softly while the both of them locked eyes, a small agreement forming between the two. they were completely and utterly yours, at your every beck and call, and you hadn’t a clue about it just yet.
i have so many drabbles i should shut the fuck up more often
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
everyone deserves a break >_0 (reupload)!—tojikuna.
staring at your notes the past couple of hours, watching every sentence and paragraph meld into one, and you swore you could feel your brain slowly turning to mush. you hated exams. you hated how unproductive you were when you were stressed.
you could feel the tears slowly welling up in your eyes, the frustration building up the past few hours, and you could feel more information leaving your brain than entering it.
while you were stuck in your haze, on the verge of tears, gnawing your pencil raw in anger while your textbooks seem to mock you—you could hear the heavy footing of your roommate outside of your door. all you could think was why the fuck were they awake at 2 in the morning?
you could hear your door latch open, toji and sukuna striding inside as of they owned the place, clad in the grey sweatpants that they insisted upon wearing everywhere in the apartment.
you could see sukuna’s piercings catch the faint night-light of your room, his tattoos on full display, while toji was not far behind him, walking into your room and staring at you as if you’d grown two heads.
“and pray tell what the fuck are you doing up at 2am and studying?” sukuna’s voice was almost echoing through your silent room.
“you look like you got shot, doll”
“and what the hell’s that ‘supposed to mean?” you retorted almost instantly, a pout gracing your lips that they both couldn’t seem to tear their eyes off of.
and before you could even blink, you could feel sukuna’s arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you up from your chair, while he lifted you up, turning you to face him, his hands moving down to your ass while you had your thighs wrapped around his waist.
“youre going to sleep” was all he said while kissing you on your cheek, and you couldn’t find it in you to fight it, you were just so, so tired. all you could do was mumble incoherent sentences while toji walked up behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
before you know it, you can feel yourself being descended onto your bed, your head cradled by the soft plushies that you insisted on collecting on every arcade trip you went on, and right when you thought the two of them were going to leave your room you could feel the mattress dip on both your sides.
“huh why are the two of you—“
“you didnt think we’d let you sleep all alone in the freezing cold, did you doll?” you could practically feel the shit-eating grin that fushiguro bastard had on his perfect, handsome face right when he said it. you were a weak, weak woman and they knew it.
i mean who could have complaints when you had two gigantic men crowding your bed in the freezing cold, being pressed up right between them for warmth while they snaked their arms around you, practically crushing you in between their bodies?
you were now squished between the two of them, your face smushed into sukuna’s chest, with his arm supporting your head while he gently patted your head, while toji had his muscled thigh slotted between your legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt, his lips finding their way down your neck, while you found your eyes drooping slowly, beckoning you to sleep.
you were just so, so adorable completely at their mercy, fully asleep while snoring softly while the both of them locked eyes, a small agreement forming between the two. they were completely and utterly yours, at your every beck and call, and you hadn’t a clue about it just yet.
i have so many drabbles i should shut the fuck up more often
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
you wake up drenched in sweat. your chest heaving, your eyes bloodshot while you try to remember what got you in such a frenzy in the first place. you couldn’t feel your limbs, the walls closing in on you while your mind seemed to spiral over what seemed to be nothing.
you hated when this happened. always running away and hiding in your room curled up in on yourself until the feeling disappeared. rotting until you found the next best distraction to just. run away from it all.
you found yourself seated on your kitchen counter, gasping for air, praying to god sukuna, or worse—yuji didn’t find you.
but alas, your luck only lasted so long, sukuna making way from the room, his eyes still full of sleep before he found you in the dim lights.
“baby, what’s wrong?”
“it’s nothing, kuna, go to bed before yuji wakes u-up.”
you tried to hold back your sobs, forcing them back into your throat.
“too late the brat was awake the second you got out of bed.”
he didn’t ask questions, just silently wrapped his arms around you while you hiccuped into him, your body still shaking from whatever it was that seemed to have awoken you.
yuji made his way to the two of you, his tiny arms tugging at the hem of your pants.
“are you okay auntie.” he squeaked out, while you picked him up, cradling him against your chest.
“wass it a scary dream? i have those too!!” he yelped trying his hardest to make you feel better his tiny arms trying their best to wipe away your tears while sukuna had almost a death grip on your waist, slowly tracing circles on your skin until your breath evened out.
“it was, yuji.”
“i’ll protect you!!” is all he screamed before hugging you by the neck while you softly giggled against him.
“you see that? you aren’t really alone anymore, doll.”
“y-yeah. i guess so, huh?”
your heart started to beat a steady rhythm again, drowned with overwhelming amounts of affection by two of the strangest pink haired men. but gods you loved them to death.
if u saw me post this b4 no u didnt
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
you wake up drenched in sweat. your chest heaving, your eyes bloodshot while you try to remember what got you in such a frenzy in the first place. you couldn’t feel your limbs, the walls closing in on you while your mind seemed to spiral over what seemed to be nothing.
you hated when this happened. always running away and hiding in your room curled up in on yourself until the feeling disappeared. rotting until you found the next best distraction to just. run away from it all.
you found yourself seated on your kitchen counter, gasping for air, praying to god sukuna, or worse—yuji didn’t find you.
but alas, your luck only lasted so long, sukuna making way from the room, his eyes still full of sleep before he found you in the dim lights.
“baby, what’s wrong?”
“it’s nothing, kuna, go to bed before yuji wakes u-up.”
you tried to hold back your sobs, forcing them back into your throat.
“too late the brat was awake the second you got out of bed.”
he didn’t ask questions, just silently wrapped his arms around you while you hiccuped into him, your body still shaking from whatever it was that seemed to have awoken you.
yuji made his way to the two of you, his tiny arms tugging at the hem of your pants.
“are you okay auntie.” he squeaked out, while you picked him up, cradling him against your chest.
“wass it a scary dream? i have those too!!” he yelped trying his hardest to make you feel better his tiny arms trying their best to wipe away your tears while sukuna had almost a death grip on your waist, slowly tracing circles on your skin until your breath evened out.
“it was, yuji.”
“i’ll protect you!!” is all he screamed before hugging you by the neck while you softly giggled against him.
“you see that? you aren’t really alone anymore, doll.”
“y-yeah. i guess so, huh?”
your heart started to beat a steady rhythm again, drowned with overwhelming amounts of affection by two of the strangest pink haired men. but gods you loved them to death.
if u saw me post this b4 no u didnt
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
you wake up drenched in sweat. your chest heaving, your eyes bloodshot while you try to remember what got you in such a frenzy in the first place. you couldn’t feel your limbs, the walls closing in on you while your mind seemed to spiral over what seemed to be nothing.
you hated when this happened. always running away and hiding in your room curled up in on yourself until the feeling disappeared. rotting until you found the next best distraction to just. run away from it all.
you found yourself seated on your kitchen counter, gasping for air, praying to god sukuna, or worse—yuji didn’t find you.
but alas, your luck only lasted so long, sukuna making way from the room, his eyes still full of sleep before he found you in the dim lights.
“baby, what’s wrong?”
“it’s nothing, kuna, go to bed before yuji wakes u-up.”
you tried to hold back your sobs, forcing them back into your throat.
“too late the brat was awake the second you got out of bed.”
he didn’t ask questions, just silently wrapped his arms around you while you hiccuped into him, your body still shaking from whatever it was that seemed to have awoken you.
yuji made his way to the two of you, his tiny arms tugging at the hem of your pants.
“are you okay auntie.” he squeaked out, while you picked him up, cradling him against your chest.
“wass it a scary dream? i have those too!!” he yelped trying his hardest to make you feel better his tiny arms trying their best to wipe away your tears while sukuna had almost a death grip on your waist, slowly tracing circles on your skin until your breath evened out.
“it was, yuji.”
“i’ll protect you!!” is all he screamed before hugging you by the neck while you softly giggled against him.
“you see that? you aren’t really alone anymore, doll.”
“y-yeah. i guess so, huh?”
your heart started to beat a steady rhythm again, drowned with overwhelming amounts of affection by two of the strangest pink haired men. but gods you loved them to death.
if u saw me post this b4 no u didnt
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
you just gotta slap a pretty boy until he’s bricked up.—s.gojo.
“are you fucking kidding me, gojo?”
you stared at your pantry, your stash of sweets haphazardly opened and strewn about, with your very guilty, very sheepish, white haired boyfriend staring at you with his best attempt of puppy-dog eyes.
“i got hungry?”
“that was my fucking food, you idiot!” you yelled, clearly pissed at the fact that all the treats you’d gotten from your grocery run were now empty, with only crumbs to spare, courtesy of this blue eyed freak in-front of you.
“aw c’mon baby, it’s no big deal—.” he was trying to take this seriously, he really was, but with the way you looked frustrated, your eyebrows knit together, your hands balled in fists as if you’d slap him any second made him want to push you over the edge.
and before you knew it, your legs moved on their own accord, your hand already in position and—
smack!
you’d hit him square across the face, his skin blooming a shade of red where you’d hit him.
you could see the flush spread up his neck, his ears tinged pink in contrast to his skin and gods, he was trying not to smile all wide and giddy now that he got what he wanted.
“if you wanted me to slap you, you should’ve asked.” you spat out, your tone condescending in the way you knew made his blood rush straight to his cock, the imprint showing through his sweats while he slowly turned around to face you.
“such a disgusting whore. stay away from my food, the next time, i won’t be so nice.”
he damn near whimpered at the name, his cock throbbing in his sweats while you eyed him like he was nothing to you. and gods if doing stupid shit is what it took, he’d do exactly everything in his power to have you degrade him beyond belief.
you dragged him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him onto your mattress, before handing his phone over to him.
“you owe me food before i touch you again.”
“ma’am, yes ma’am.”
“good boy.”
a/n :: be force fed mean reader because i forgot who i was for a sec
dividers :: @/angeliicide.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
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