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more dkill pleaaaaaaase ^^

OH BESTIE i have so many ideas for dkill DON'T WORRY

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spoilers for dating killmulator vol. 2!! i just found my new obsession, please bear with it and expect a lot of fics for them aaaa

"it's still a no." his words are thick when he speaks. his fingers play softly with the golden pen he's been using to close contracts and donations. he rubs his forehead with his free hand. "dude, i said no, what's so hard about those two letters? are you unable to understand basic english, fucking dumbass?"

you knew exactly who Cain was talking to the moment he hung up. Abel's profile picture welcomes you when Cain makes room for you on his lap, putting the chair away from the table and letting you sit comfortably on top of him. he smiles softly, but tired. he kisses your shoulder sweetly. "what did Abel want?" you murmur. Cain sighs, arms tightening around you as he gives a quick look to his phone, still on, on top of the table. "he still wants me to pay for his monologue on the charity party he made me pay for." you laugh, and his follows you right after. "what an asshole..."

"the charity idea was lovely. i can't wait for the party" he rises a brow, golden eyes looking directly at you.

"i'm glad one of us is happy about it, sweetheart." he whispers. his lips find your shoulder again, and you move your head, so he kisses your lips next. you let yourself melt against his chest as he hums. "thanks." he whispers, after your lips parted from his. you smile and peck him again.

"you don't really want Abel to have his monologue?" he frowns, still hugging your waist.

"baby, if it were up to me, he'd already be dead" you let a loud laugh escape. you get up from his lap, turning around to hold his hand between your hands.

"Cain, love, i'm sure that if it was the case, you would have taken care of that time ago. i'll go make dinner." you peck him again, and you can listen to his low "thanks" while he puts the chair back near the table, still signing contracts and papers and stuff you're not really interested in. both Maya and Harper left for a quick trip, and you can't really remember where, but you're sure they'll bring you another magnet for your shared fridge. taking advantage of the solitude of your apartment, not even an hour after your friends left, your boyfriend was here with his lugagge and a lot of papers for work.

you hear his quiet steps following you back to the kitchen, feeling his hands on your shoulders when he stands behind you. you take fruit, trying to not tremble, so his ego doesn't grow even bigger.

"i should be the one cooking for you, sweet." he says. "not you for me."

"but you had so much stuff to do... you've been working on the charity party all day, and the past days you've been signing contracts non-stop. you need to rest, and be taken care of." you nod, happy with your own discourse. but he clicks his tongue before getting by your side, cleaning his hands and taking a knife.

"let's get our dinner ready. it'll be quicker, and we can do something later?" you nod, and his hips hit yours softly, asking for space on the kitchen counter.

"alright, sir Montgomery. let's get dinner done."

[yvekuna]

secretly fucking professor!nanami after class ❤︎ mdni ꒰ cw age gap → nanami early to mid 30s, reader early to mid 20s ꒱

“k—kento—“ you gasped, hands flailing around as you tried to grab onto the surface of his mahogany table. his hips slapped against your ass harshly - thick, veiny cock slamming against the spot that has your toes curling.

his fingers dig into your waist, pulling your body back to meet his thrusts. he leans forward, pressing his chest to your back as his deep voice rumbled in your ear.

“keep it down, beautiful,” he said in between grunts, “don’t want the other students catching us.”

nanami’s cock twitches inside of you, lewd squelches echoing throughout the empty lecture room as he picks up the pace, grunts turning into moans. “you feel so good, my love— nnh, yeah, such a good girl taking it so well.”

your cunt clamps down on his length as the pressure in your tummy increases, legs beginning to tremble as you weakly try to keep yourself upright.

a knock on the door causes the both of you to freeze, and he curses as you tighten around him.

he pulls out with a wet sound and quickly helps you hide under the table, and he takes a seat to hide his still-hard and throbbing cock.

“nanami~ oh, are you busy? these are the papers you wanted printed…” you recognized the voice — it was gojo, your physics professor. you tuned out their conversation, eyes trained on the flushed and ridiculously hard cock in front of you.

you couldn’t help it.

you leaned forward, lips closing around the leaking tip and sucking hard. nanami inhales sharply before coughing to cover it up.

he was really big. you already felt how thick his cock was from the way it filled you up so well, but feeling your lips stretch around the length and throat struggle to accommodate the girth, you could tell his dick was well above average.

nanami’s hands clench into a fist, knuckles turning white when your nose brushes against the tuft of hair at the base of his shaft. your hand snakes down your body, rubbing your throbbing clit before slipping two fingers into your slick hole.

it didn’t take long before he came. a small grunt left his lips as he shot ribbons of cum down your throat, and you swallowed it all, not wasting a single drop.

“ah, and nanami?”

gojo’s voice pipes up again, catching both you and nanami’s attention.

“lock the door if you’re going to fuck a student. i can hear her sucking you off, ya know?”

© yvekuna ! do not copy, translate, or reupload my works !

[lunaekalenda]

i BLUSHED

[rawtoji]

you nanny for single dad!nanami’s daughter ໒꒱ིྀ

has a small kink when you call him “mr. nanami” and refer to him as “sir.”

kento works as a ceo for his own company, so he does come home tired out from such long days at work. and what better way than to relax a man than giving him some head <3 he loves to hold your hair in his fist, pushing some strands that fall behind your ear.

“fuck, your mouth feels so good baby. taking me so well. so good for me.”

before you two had started hooking up, you’d leave right after tucking his daughter into bed. but now you just wait for him to leave his office so you can fuck him. sometimes you wait for him to walk into the living room so you can ride him on the couch. his hands knead your asscheeks while you sink up and down his cock, kissing him and burying your face in his blond hair. he sucks on your tits because they’re in his face and he just cant resist >_<

fucks you in his bedroom because he wants you to be as loud as you want without his daughter hearing. doggy style because he loves watching your ass jiggle every time he slams into it. loves pulling your hair.

takes you right on the kitchen counter sometimes. is secretly (not really) his favorite place to fuck you. puts his palm over your mouth:

“quiet down, baby. wouldn’t want to wake her now, would we?”

HE A MUNCH! eats your pussy so good because you deserve it so much <3 moans while he eats it. purposely rubs his nose on your clit because he knows you love it. looks up at you while he’s in between your legs. loves loves loves it when you put your hands in his hair and tell him how pretty he looks while he eats it <3

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eyes very blessed

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i don't see any mythic love fanfic is this a sign for my lazy ass to write?

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yes to EVERYTHING my wife mwahh

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hello! i'm still working on the sharing is caring fic. i've been barely writing cuz i have a relative very sick and i've been stressed to a point of not wanting to leave my bed. i hope things calm soon and they recover so i can keep going! i'm sorry for the wait!

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — "Where is she?" Sukuna demanded, crimson eyes scanning your floral shop with predatory focus.

You glanced up from where you were arranging a vase, not bothering to hide your smile at his agitation. Five years together had taught you when his rage was genuinely dangerous and when it was… well, this…

"Good morning to you too," you replied calmly, tucking a spring of baby’s breath into the arrangement.

As he moved past you, you noticed a small splotch of blood on his cheek. Without a word, you reached out, catching his sleeve to stop him momentarily- his eyes flashed down at you, but he allowed it. He watched as you dabbed at the smeared mark with a wet cloth you’d been using to wipe up the counter… Wiping away the evidence of whatever or whoever he’d encountered before coming home.

Releasing his sleeve once his face was clean, you pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips, "Last I saw her, she was out in the back garden counting butterflies."

"She called me," he growled, "Said she needed me for 'urgent business."

Your chuckle only darkened his scowl, "I told her, not to use your emergency number unless it was an actual emergency."

"But this IS an emergency!!" A tiny voice piped up from the garden doorway.

There she stood, his five year old daughter, a miniature mirror of himself. Even at her young age, she commanded attention with the same natural authority as her father, though her methods relied more on charm than intimidation.

"Someone stepped on Mr. Squiggles…" she announced, crimson eyes -identical to Sukuna’s- already brimming with tears.

Your heart broke at the sight, and you instinctively moved towards her. However she completely dodged your approaching form, instead running straight to her father, her small flip-flops slapping against the wooden floor.

Sukuna's brow furrowed as he looked down at her, towering over her tiny frame, "Who the fuck is Mr. Squiggles?"

"Language," you murmured, though the truth is you accepted long ago that battling Sukuna’s vocabulary was a losing war. 

"My caterpillar!" She whined, grabbing her father’s much larger hand and tugging with surprising strength, "You have to fix him!"

Sukuna’s eye twitched at the fact he was called from what he was doing to come home to this, but still he allowed himself to be led through the kitchen and into the garden. He shot you a look over his shoulder that clearly said, This is what constitutes an emergency?

You merely smiled, following them outside where the morning sun warmed the small garden. 

"There!!" She pointed dramatically to a small patch of milkweed where, upon closer inspection, a slightly squashed monarch caterpillar lay motionless… 

Sukuna crouched down, his massive frame folding with surprising grace as he examined the tiny creature. His hands -those same hands capable of unspeakable violence, hands that had broken bones and drawn blood without hesitation- hovered with unexpected gentleness over the crushed caterpillar.

"Who stepped on him?" He asked, voice deceptively calm in a way that made you tense slightly.

"It was mama’s helper," she sniffled, wiping a tear from her cheek...

"Mama's helper, huh?" Sukuna growled, his eyes sliding towards you, a dark glint in his gaze, "I'll have a nice little chat with them later, sweetheart." 

Sweetheart. The endearment rolled off his tongue in a way that seemed to go against his very nature, but that's precisely how you knew he was serious. When Sukuna used terms of endearment, it meant he would make sure this person paid for making his little girl cry. 

His attention turned back to the caterpillar, and he gingerly poked it.

"Can you help him, daddy?" She pleaded, with complete faith in her father’s abilities shining in her bright little eyes, "Make him all better?"  

"He’s pretty fucked up" he said bluntly…

"But-" She looked up at him, little hands clutching his sleeve, wrinkling the fabric, "You fix everything… mama told me lots of times how you make everything better!" 

Something tightened in Sukuna's chest- that familiar, uncomfortable squeeze that happened whenever his daughter looked at him like he hung the fucking moon. Like he wasn't the same man whose name made certain parts of the city go silent with terror.

"Not everything can be fixed, kid," he said, gentler than most would believe him capable of.

"Mr. Squiggles is hurt pretty badly, sweetie." Your voice was soft as you kneeled beside the two of them, the grass cool against your knees.

Her eyes started to well up again, tears spilling over, "B-but… Daddy makes us better when we get sick… an- and when my tooth fell out… an- an-"

Sukuna gave you a look that asked for backup, but you merely smiled sympathetically, leaving him to navigate this particular minefield alone.

Traitor.

Sukuna's jaw tightened the moment he looked back at his daughter, "Fuck," he whispered under his breath, a muscle working in his cheek as he carefully scooped up the flattened caterpillar onto a leaf, "I’ll try... No promises though."

It was a strange sight, watching Sukuna- this feared and powerful man, gently cradling this little creature in his hand. His expression was stern, yet focused as he brought it close to his face, examining it intently.

"Ah! Thank you, daddy!!" his little girl threw her arms around his neck, nearly toppling him backwards.

"Yeah...," Sukuna murmured, "No problem." His large scarred hand came up to steady her, patting her back with affection that had become less awkward over the years, "Now go get me a box, brat."

She beamed at him, eyes practically sparkling at the use of her favorite nickname before darting off, her footsteps quick and excited.

Sukuna remained crouched over the very much dead caterpillar, feeling rather foolish.

"How's the patient?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, kissing the nape of his neck.

"You told her I make everything better?" his tone almost accusatory.

"I mean, you do~" you replied sweetly, and he snorted, turning his head just enough to give you a warning look, which only made you giggle. "Think of all the things you fix and make better. My life is significantly better with you in it,” he rolled his eyes as you continued, “and you fixed that leaky faucet, broken toys, scraped knees… Your motorc-"

"Not dead bugs."

"Mm… Yeah… Well, maybe Mr. Squiggles is just stunned…"  You glanced at the small green body still unmoving on the leaf, "I'm sure if anyone can wake him up, it's you." 

"It's fucking flattened," he muttered, examining the leaf in his palm.

Your daughter returned with a small pink box lined with fresh leaves, her face scrunched in concentration as she focused on not tripping, "Here, daddy!! The bug hospital!"

She leaned in close, her small hands braced on her father's knee as she watched him place Mr. Squiggles in the box. The contrast between them was striking- his hands scarred and powerful, hers tiny and unmarked. Yet there was no fear in how she pressed against him, no hesitation in how she invaded his space.

"Is he going to be okay?" she asked, voice ever so small and hopeful.

Sukuna's eyes remained fixed on the container, his mouth set in a hard line, "Don't know. Might take him a while to recover."

"So we have to wait?" she sighed, and you smiled at the familiar sound.

Sukuna nodded, and you felt a rush of affection at how patiently he was trying to deal with this.

"Oh..." 

Then, without any kind of warning, she looked up at him, "Daddy," she asked with the sudden, left field logic that only children possess, "would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Sukuna went absolutely still, his entire body tensing... The leaf he'd been adjusting tore slightly under the sudden pressure of his fingers. He turned his head slowly to look at his daughter, eyes narrowing as if she'd just asked him a trick question.

"The fuck kind of question is that?" his voice was rough, but his tone lacked any real bite.

She didn't flinch at his harsh tone- she never did. Instead, she just blinked those crimson eyes -so like his own- and repeated herself with the stubborn persistence only a five year old could muster, "If I was like Mr. Squiggles… I- If I got stepped on and turned into a worm. Would you still be my daddy?" her little eyebrows scrunching up in worry.

Shit… It was a serious question.

He ran a hand over his face and then back through his hair, a gesture you recognized all too well… he was thinking, very hard. You'd never seen him so thrown off, and you couldn't help but hide a smile behind your hand.

"Listen," he said finally, setting the box aside and turning to face his daughter fully.

"B-Because, maybe you wouldn't-" a small hiccup interrupted her, "maybe you wouldn't l-love me anymore."

You moved to step in, but Sukuna held up a hand, stopping you. His eyes never leaving his daughter's face, "Look at me," he commanded, his voice low but steady as he dropped to one knee, brining himself to her level.

It was a position he would allow with no one else, an exception he only made for her. "Listen carefully, because i'm only saying this once," his finger hooked under her chin, tilting her face up, "You're mine. My blood. You don't get to escape from that." his tone was deadly serious, the same tone he used when making promises that would be kept regardless of cost. "So," he continued, thumb swiping across her cheek to wipe away a stray tear, "worm or not, you're still my brat. That clear?"

Her red rimmed eyes widened, "Really?"

"Really." taking his thumb from her cheek he lightly flicked her forehead, making her giggle, "And if anyone tried to step on you…"

"You'd protect me?" she leaned against him, arms coming up around his neck, hugging him tightly, "Just like always, right?"

Over her head, his eyes met yours, and something passed between you… "I’d burn this whole damn city to the ground," his words carrying the unmistakable weight of truth, "Anyone who touched you would die screaming."

What should have been horrifying was instead comforting- the absolute certainty that this man, this monster who had chosen to be your protector, the father of your child, would tear apart the world to keep his daughter safe. To keep you both safe.

"I knew it," her tiny voice was muffled against him, "Mama says your heart is bigger than you pretend…" nuzzling into him, she added those three little words that made his throat visibly tighten, "I love you, Daddy." and you saw the moment Sukuna's eyes softened as they did only for you and her.

"Yeah well… Your mother talks too much," he grumbled, his hands moving to throw her over his shoulder.

"Daaaaadddyyyyy" she squealed, tiny legs kicking playfully against him, but there was no real resistance, no fear when he was the one holding her.

Sukuna turned to leave the garden, pausing by your side. His large hand reached out, grabbing a handful of your hair to draw you in with controlled force for a rough kiss. It was his habit- the physical equivalent of an ‘I love you.’

"Love you too," you whispered against his lips.

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Later that night, after Sukuna had tucked his daughter in bed, you found him sitting out in the garden, nursing a glass of alcohol and staring at the pink bug hospital.

You slid onto the bench beside him, and he lifted his arm automatically, allowing you to tuck yourself against his side. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, content in the quiet and each other's warmth.

"I replaced it," he broke the silence first, his voice rumbling in his chest against your ear.

You blinked in confusion as you looked up at him, "Replaced what?"

"The flattened bug. What else? It was dead as shit. Found another on a bush at the edge of the garden."

A small laughed escaped you, "Of course you did."

He shot you a look that was both irritated and slightly embarrassed, "Don't start with me."

You trailed your fingers along the tattoos marking his chest, feeling his heart beat steady beneath your touch. "You know," you murmured, "for someone who claims to care about nothing, you’ve gotten awfully good at caring for everything that’s yours." You pressed your lips to the hollow of his throat, feeling his pulse quicken.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue, "fucking ridiculous." he grunted, but his arm tightened around you, "This is what i've been reduced to. Hunting a replacement bug for a five year old..." His expression sobered, "You ever regret it? This life?"

The question surprised you, Sukuna never voiced uncertainty about your relation, ever... "Not for a second," reaching up to caress the mark beneath his eye, "I knew what I was getting into."

He caught your hand, pressing a rare, gentle kiss to your palm, "No you didn't."

"I knew enough," you insisted, "I knew I was in good hands when it came to you, and that's all that mattered."

His eyes, crimson and sharp, searched yours, finding nothing but absolute certainty and trust, "And you're still not afraid?"

"Not of you. Never of you."

He made a sound low in his throat, pulling you into his lap with an ease that still thrilled you to this day. His hands -the same hands that cupped his daughter's face with tenderness, the same hands that would come home time to time stained with blood- framed your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones.

You smiled, leaning into his touch, "And I’ll always be yours, even if you turned into a worm."

A startled laugh escaped him, genuine and unguarded, before he captured your mouth in a kiss, deep and possessive- promising things no words could quite capture and a lifetime of protection.

[polkalots]

sleeping in with baby!yuji + sukuna

you slowly woke up from your slumber. sukuna lays next to you as yuji is faceplanted in between you both, his small body rising and falling with every small breath he takes. you rub your eyes, vision clouded from the bright burn of the sun until large tufts of dusty pink hair invade your vision.

sukuna sat up, his broad tattood chest visible. the black ink covering his body reflect against the light, making him look absolutely ethereal. you stare at him in pure astonishment, drool still on the side of your mouth and your eyes half-lidded.

“fuck you looking at.” he grumbled with annoyance as he stood up, rustling the entire bed with no concern for the still sleeping child. sukuna stands up, half-naked, only boxers on stumbling to the bathroom with static feet.

“god forbid a girl looks at her boyfriend..” you mumble, scoffing at his sour attitude.

yuji, now fully awake, picks his head up, wearing a deep pout on his face. you just tighten your arms around his small body, pushing his face further into the crook of your neck, soothing him back to sleep as he whines.

[beaniesayshi]

Sukuna's mechanic intuition is put to the test when he notices you're trying to ignore a tiny car problem.

The noise started three days ago—a faint, rhythmic click-click-click that only appeared during sharp left turns. You kept the radio volume high, hoping that if you didn’t hear it, it wasn’t real. You’d certainly made sure not to mention it to Sukuna. You knew him well enough to know that if you showed even the tiniest mechanical suspicion, a hesitant, "Hey, does this sound weird to you?" he’d have your car up on the lift before you could even finish your sentence. 

And frankly, you preferred avoiding a lecture on basic car maintenance and the sheer recklessness of ignoring a clear warning sign while you were already drowning in quarterly deadlines. 

This morning, both of you left your apartment at the same time, you for the office and Sukuna for the gym. He tossed his bag into his Jeep, then walked over to your car to kiss you goodbye. You smiled as his lips met yours, the scent of his cologne providing a comforting anchor in the hectic morning. Murmuring, "I love you," you then got into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

Only when you turned the wheel to pull out of the parking spot did the sound happen again. That click-click-click echoed off the low ceiling and the concrete pillars of the underground garage. You barely registered it, your mind already on the morning's first meeting, as you straightened and drove toward the exit ramp.

Behind you, Sukuna had stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn’t even reached for the door handle yet; he just stood there, head tilted, eyes narrowed, tracking and dissecting the sound until your car disappeared outside. His jaw tightened in that specific way when he’d found a problem that needed solving.

—

The glass doors of the office building hiss open a few minutes after five. You’re digging through the chaos of your bag, fingers brushing past pens and receipts as you desperately search for your keys.

Two coworkers walk with you—Hiroshi, an analyst who has been awkwardly trying to find excuses to linger by your desk for the past week, and Miyuki from Accounting, still complaining about the breakroom coffee. Your mind is still half-buried in the spreadsheets you’ve been staring at for the last eight hours, and you’re only half-listening to the conversation.

“I’m just saying, if we don't get a new espresso machine, I’m going to start charging the company for my own sanity,” Miyuki sighs dramatically, fanning herself with a folder.

You offer a nod, your eyes scanning the lot as you head mechanically to the spot where you left your car in the morning. But the spot… is empty.

A surge of cold panic jolts you out of your workspace haze. You stop short, your gaze flicking frantically between the painted lines of the parking space and the surrounding cars. At the same time, Hiroshi stops too, his eyes fixed on the visitor’s lane near the curb.

“Uh, is that your car?” he asks, confused, pointing toward the curb. “And... who’s that guy?”

You follow his gesture, feeling a strange flutter in your heart. There, parked illegally in the visitor’s lane and shining after a fresh wash that definitely wasn’t there this morning, is your car. And leaning against the hood with an unmistakably casual arrogance that should also be illegal is Sukuna.

He’s a stark contrast to the suits and briefcases leaving the building. Wearing an oversized black tee that drapes over his broad shoulders and gray sweats, he seems like he’s from a different world. One hand is tucked into his pocket while the other scrolls lazily through his phone. The golden hour light hits the tattoos on his face and forearms, making the ink look like it’s glowing.

“Oh,” Miyuki says, her eyebrows shooting up. “Did you call a mobile mechanic? Is he the repair guy?”

Hiroshi scoffs, puffing out his chest just a fraction. “He looks a bit... intense for a repair guy. Hey, buddy! You lost?” he calls out, his voice slightly too loud.

Sukuna slowly tilts his head, pockets his phone, and pushes off the hood, his eyes drifting over Hiroshi with bored indifference. Then his gaze finds yours, and a broad, smug smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“That faint clicking you were ignoring was a failing CV joint, brat,” he calls out, his voice rough and low, cutting through Hiroshi's fragile confidence. “If you’d hit a pothole on the way home, the entire front end would’ve snapped. You’d be calling me from a ditch.”

The "repair guy" just called you brat with an unnerving familiarity that makes Miyuki’s jaw drop, and both your coworkers go silent.

“Oh, and I’m the husband,” Sukuna adds before you can even open your mouth.

At this point, Hiroshi looks like he’s trying to figure out how to un-ask the question and disappear from the planet.

You look from your car to Sukuna, your brain finally putting the pieces together. “Wait... you came here and took it? How did you even get here?”

Sukuna lets out a huff of laughter, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out your spare keys, dangling them in front of him.

“Yeah,” he answers, stepping closer until his cologne overwhelms every other scent around. “You were busy in meetings, and I wasn’t letting you drive that death trap another mile. I had Kenji bring me over with the spare set around ten.”

“You spent your whole afternoon off under my car?” You beam at him, feeling a warm ache in your chest, just like every other time he does something absolutely thoughtful and devoted while acting like he’s just annoyed by the inconvenience. “Kuna, you didn’t have to do that. I could’ve brought it in Saturday.”

You offer your shocked coworkers a quick wave before Sukuna’s hand comes up to rest at the back of your neck. His fingers are a comforting weight that instantly melts away the last of your workday stress. He leans down, his thumb softly tracing your jawline.

“Saturday is for the Stardew and for making you scream,” he rasps quietly straight into your ear, his voice dropping into that dangerous tone. “I’m not spending it under a lift because you’re too stubborn to admit your car was crying for help.”

You can’t help the wide grin spreading across your face as your hands reach up to cup his face, pulling him down for a deep, thankful kiss.

“So... you did it because you're a hero? My knight in greasy armor?”

Sukuna’s smirk widens as his eyes flash with that spark of mischief. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tightly against his side, then steers you toward the car.

“I did it because I’m not having my wife drive around in a car that sounds like a bag of loose bolts. It’s embarrassing. People see you pull into the garage, and they’re gonna think I don't know how to maintain my own equipment,” he corrects flatly, and you roll your eyes at him.  

Reaching past you, he pulls the passenger’s side door open. 

“Now get in. I’m starving, and you’re buying me dinner for saving your life.”

“I'm buying? You’re the one who committed grand theft auto!”

He winks at you, the smugness practically radiating off him as he ushers you into the seat.

“Consider it a convenience fee. Move it, brat. I want the expensive sushi.”

 

a/n: domestic sukuna masterlist

[indiewritesxoxo]

HOP, BUNNY! starring easter bunny!nanami

mdni. fluff. smut. a certain cranky blond man has a soft spot for the hot MILF next door - and will do anything to get in your panties!

"do you wanna be my daddy?"

nanami choked on his cold coffee, hand flying up to cover his mouth before any could dribble out and stain the shirt he definitely didn't change three different times this morning before stepping outside for the short stroll to his car.

which, of course, just coincidentally lined up with you wrangling your five year old into your mini-van. which he also certainly didn't think about filling up with a few more car seats every time he saw the curve of your ass and the swell of your breasts when you bent to buckle your kid in. whether it was a pretty little pencil skirt clinging to your thighs or a t-shirt that looked sort of like you'd found it in the children's section considering how tight it was around your chest, he always ended up staring.

still, he was trying his damndest to be polite. simply neighborly when he offered to help load up your trunk with a cooler and snacks for your daughter's soccer game.

"honey," you softly scolded her, an adorable flustered expression flashing across your face as you rested your hand on your hip. truthfully, he didn't know what the situation was with your daughter's father. he didn't seem to be in the picture at all considering you always seemed to have custody of her. "you can't just ask him-"

"but you called him cute, and my friend said that-"

you shut the door before she could continue, pride flaring in his chest at the idea that maybe this feeling might be mutual right as he shut the trunk with his free hand.

"ignore her," you mumbled, avoiding his stare as fiddled with your key ring, readjusting your purse over your shoulder. "thanks for helping, by the way."

"of course," nanami murmured, stepping closer as he attempted to sound casual. "anything for you two."

you laughed, like it was a joke.

as if he wouldn't actually do anything to be your daughter's step-father. to be the daddy to her future siblings.

"you know, if you need me, I'm right next door," he added, wondering if he was coming off as desperate as he felt.

you made a face. nose scrunching up, like you needed something, but didn't know how to ask. biting your bottom lip as you leaned in, and maybe it was the whiff of perfume he caught, all sweet and intoxicating, or simply the way the sun was catching your eyes, something about the warmth that surrounded you rendering him incapable of making sound decisions.

how else would he wind up in a stuffy bunny costume the next weekend?

creeping in through your back door to surprise your daughter just because you asked? holding a big basket that he had decided to put together himself, picking out candies and trinkets and toys he thought she'd like?

it was awful inside the costume. it reeked faintly of plastic and manufacturing, sweltering as he struggled to see through the fuzzy eyes.

still, when you let out that giggle and he heard your daughter's excited squeal the second she saw him, he supposed what he sacrificed in dignity was more than made up for in the brownie points he sincerely hoped he was scoring for this.

and underneath it all, being here brought him a strange sense of satisfaction anyway. contentment. fuzzy feelings stirring in his chest at how easy it was to fit in, to be a part of a family. your daughter hugging one of his legs through the suit while he patted the top of her head, wishing he could see more of your face while you reminded her to thank him.

experiencing the tiniest taste of fatherhood watching your daughter flounce across your living room, dragging the easter basket he spent a frankly embarrassing amount of time on back to her bedroom, giggling and grinning about her newest treasure without a single care in the world.

and fuck, he wanted more.

"i think you can take that off now," you murmured, practically in his big, floppy ears as you tugged on the arm of his costume. "i still can't believe you actually showed up in that."

"i told you before i'd do anything," he softly said. "i'll be whatever you two want."

"even be her dad?" you said it light enough that it might be a joke. like you were expecting him to just laugh it off too.

but as you pulled down the zipper on the back, he refused to let the opportunity slip by him.

even if he was in a goddamn bunny costume.

"if that's what you want too," he bluntly answered, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

you made a small noise.

almost a squeak.

"nanami-"

you froze behind him as you breathed his last name and he resigned himself to the assumption that you had no interest in sharing it. he had to awkwardly turn and twist to get out of it himself. he'd dressed rather casually compared to what he usually wore around you, a compression shirt he typically saved for the gym clinging to his chest to disguise his sweating and cotton gym shorts that hung onto his muscled thighs.

bending over to grab the suit once he was fully free, about to toss it somewhere where your daughter wouldn't accidentally stumble across it and realize it was just him in a cheap costume, but he caught a glimpse of your expression, and realized you were actually checking out his ass.

"well?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he paused there. "do i have to hop to hold your attention?"

he'd honestly rather you hop on something else.

but he wanted you to admit you wanted it too. just say out loud that this wasn't only in his head.

your eyes slowly dragged over the body he'd been in the gym five evenings a week for since the first month you moved in. chewing on the inside of your cheek as your glossy lips parted, "are you really flirting with me, mr. bunny?"

he couldn't tell if you were teasing or taunting. flat-out mocking him, maybe. mouth making that pretty 'o' he'd been fantasizing about kissing nearly every night as your lashes fluttered.

"should i stop?"

you shook your head. just a tiny little bob, your breath catching in your throat, trying to dare him to do something just with the heat in your stare. "no."

that was all he needed to know.

nanami kicked the bunny costume under your couch.

bridged the distance between you, thick fingers hesitating as they settled low on your hip, wrinkling that tiny sundress he was hoping you'd worn for him. an even trade, he supposed, suffering in the bunny costume just to see you in that.

you were looking expectantly at his mouth, and he found himself gravitating towards yours on instinct, leaning down before he could stop himself, his other hand cupping your soft cheek as his nose nudged against yours.

"i promised you payment, didn't i?"

he never thought it would come in the form of you bent over your kitchen counter five minutes later, dress hitched up high around your ass and panties caught around your thighs as he pounded into you. your moans muffled into his hand while he decorated your thought with delicate kisses.

teeth skimming the skin but not sinking in to break it, teasing you as his swollen cock stretched you out with messy thrusts. hips slamming into that ass he'd dreamed of, your thighs trembling as his free fingers played with your clit.

toying with that sensitive bundle of nerves, figuring out what made you squeeze around him, walls clamping down on his cock as he tried to explore every sensitive spot that had you whining his name into his palm.

"mm, mhm," you whimpered, something that sort of sounded like his last name breaking through as he clicked his tongue with disapproval.

"it's kento for you," he corrected, his breath warm on your skin as he felt some tight string in his stomach pull tight at the simple idea of you calling him that, abs tensing as you wiggled your hips back to force him in deeper. "you'll have my last name one day anyway."

your response was another low moan, his fingers twitching as he pressed harder on that perfect bundle of nerves between your thighs, feeling you unravel fast and hard as he tried to hold himself back.

it just wouldn't do to accidentally knock you up now.

not before he took you out on a proper date. made himself an official member of your family before accidentally adding another one.

even if your pretty pussy was trying to milk him for it.

"do you have any idea how difficult you're making this for me?" he grunted, hips slamming down as he tried to keep rubbing you through your high, chasing his own, the thick veins of his cock throbbing, his instincts screaming at him to cum inside of you. "how much it's killing me to not put a baby in you right now?"

you tried to reply, but it was barely coherent, just a slur of syllables as he rutted into you even faster.

and then you nodded.

shit.

maybe he'd need to invest in a better bunny costume.

it looked like he'd need it next year after all.

div cr: @/tsumiinum

reblogs + comments are always greatly appreciated :3 originally this was going to be a crack fic where witch!reader cursed her grumpy neighbor to transform into various holiday mascots but alas i changed my mind

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[lunaekalenda]

i just. wow. WOW. thanks for the food oml

[writingwisterias]

Random comfort drabble I thought of for my besties @shymoob and @rednnedy who work really hard 💕 not proof read and is a bit of mess lol

Warnings: None, GN!Reader

He could see the stress eating away at you, the tug and pull of everything all at once. Leon knew that you would never bother him, not when he had far worse things to consider and think about. Yet, as he watched you waste away, he began to worry and itched to do something about it.

His hands were warm when he touched your shoulders, breaking the trance on whatever you were doing. Soft kisses placed against your neck before landing on your head as he continued to distract you. "Leon I need to focus," you sighed. The pen you were holding landing on the papers with a soft thud. "I know,"

Leon didn't stop and you didn't stop him. He pulled you away from the table, leading you to the living room where he had already made you a nest of pillows and blankets to curl into. You smiled softly at the sight, an act so simple and caring. "I ordered food too, you just gotta chose something to watch,"

"My favorite food?"

"You think I'd order anything else?"

He was gentle again when he handed you the food, careful to not enter your space as he sat down. He hadn't been home long, the mission only allowing him to return a few hours ago. You could see the wear and tear that littered his arms and he acted like it was nothing.

You knew the deeper wounds he carried had yet to heal over, covered in a nasty scab that always managed to peel off. Leon knew you had the same. A pair of broken souls sitting in the silence and comfort that you needed. The peace made from a mutual love and space.

Leon cared for you better than he cared for himself, he focused on the smaller things that made you smile. He watched as you relaxed into him, your eyes shutting the longer the movie went on. Being your rock was more important to him than anything else. Every boulder carried a story, had scars and bruises that shaped it into what it was. As long as Chris didn't punch him, he would be here for you.

You felt him move you, his arms carrying you to the plush of the bed. The darkness crept in as he turned the lights off, the slither of moonlight that crept in highlighting his movements. Leon settled behind you, ssheildinf you from the world as he wrapped you tight in his arms. There was time to talk about what was bothering you tomorrow. For now he let you sleep, before falling into his own.

[lunaekalenda]

now my turn

[lunaekalenda]

"it was fun, dove. now, untie me, yeah?" but a side smile escapes your lips. Sylus raises a brow with interest, arm muscles getting tense as he tries to free himself using strength. "kitten?"

you take that red lipstick he got for you, his favorite shade: a red so dark it reminds him of fine aged wine. you apply it slowly before going back to the chair where he was teaching you the art of knots. his hands, trapped in the back of the chair, are useless while you crawl towards him. your hands go up his thighs, making him curse in a low voice when they find the last button of his black shirt. you look up, his eyes so dark you feel lost in them. he giggles. "you're not gonna unwrap your gift?" you blink twice before pressing your lips together, fingers quickly undoing his shirt. the room is still dark and comfortably warm, and you know he took care of that way earlier before your arrival. he always has you in mind. there's always your favorite juice at his place, and the shower is always at the temperature you enjoy. your favorite songs sound in his car whenever he picks you up, and the flowers he gifted you seem to never fade in your entrance vase. you kiss his abs, making him tremble, a red mark up his muscles, before making your way up to his shoulder. you kiss him again, and your fingers trace the veins in his arms. his eyes shine with power, and next thing you know it's that he's free, but letting you explore. you give him a side smile.

"cheater. evol wasn't permitted."

"'m trynna do things easy for you, honey."

you keep caressing down his arm, all the way to his bracelet, the one you share. taking his hand in yours, you put it next to your lips. you whisper only for him to listen.

"one on the hands that take care of me when i'm tired." your lips press against his open palm, leaving a red mark. you caress his arm up to his biceps with your fingers, tracing lines and curves. you kiss his tense muscle. "one on the arms that always carry me." he lets a moan escape when your cold hands run down his chest, seeking support on his knees, helping you sit on his lap. your lips find his racing heart, leaving a kiss. "one for the heart that chose me."

the next thing you feel is his hands on your back, pulling you closer. he hugs you strong, face hidden in the crook of your neck, hot tears running down his cheeks. the red gem shines on your ring when you run your fingers through his hair. he looks up at you, eyes shining, so full of love you're afraid it doesn't fit in those scarlet irises.

"thank you for chosing me." you whisper, cupping his face in your hands, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. sylus smiles against your mouth, closing his eyes to your voice.

"thank you, kitten. in every lifetime. it's always been you. it'll always be."

[lunaekalenda]

husband material!

re9 minor spoilers, fem!reader referred as wife, older actor!leon, use of pet names, completely selfish.

"all the extras are really hardworking and incredible." his husky voice fills almost every living room in the world. Leon Kennedy speaks with the interviewer about his latest work, alongside his castmate, on tv. he giggles. "i could never play an infected, no way. i'm not built for that. neither the character is"

"but seems like the character is made to be a husband!" everyone's murmurs and giggles give him time to smirk. the interviewer rereads her papers with visible curiosity. "tell us, was it a last minute change? something about the fanbase?" he laughs, so clear that it also makes you smile from the audience. you've never sat this close to the interview stage. "will any of the original characters make a comeback with a matching ring?" everyone shuts up to hear his answer. you feel like no one's moving, even breathing. the tension is dense between the public, and he smiles to himself, knowing perfectly what he's doing. he sits right, wide shoulders too big for the plastic chair and crosses one leg on top of the other elegantly. his eyes wrinkle, both due to age and to the devilish grin he shows before answering.

"well, i know any of the answers would cause a big confrontation between fans. i still want them to enjoy and feel like this is a safe place for them, as weird as it sounds in an apocalypse context" everyone laughs at his words. "that being said, i would avoid revealing who he is married to. we also need some secrets, especially for an elite agent." the interviewer nods a couple times.

"you know the news weren't well received for most of your fans, right? his all-time crush, for the past 10 years, married! unbeliveable. they're happy it's just fiction."

his side smile softens when his blue eyes find you between the fans. he touches his ring on his hand as if it was a secret code between you. then, he rearranges his big body in the tiny chair again.

"well, imagine when they learn i got married too." no one moves for a second. he raises a brow, legs crossed again. "i really like to get in character, y'know?"

"i can't believe you said that" Sherry's voice can be heard on the speaker of his car. he drives calmly home, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your thigh. "dad, god, you shouldn't check twitter." Leon laughs and Sherry sighs on the other line of the phone. "i just hope it's not too much to handle. being famous because of work is something, but being so because you've married half world's crush is devilish." he hums, agreeing with her. his hand squeezes your leg softly.

"it'll be fine, sweetheart." he hums, low voice, just for you to hear. "don't let my social media manager scare you. she's in her training period." Sherry acts offended through the car's speakers, under the soft laugh of your husband. "thanks, Sherry. i'll see you tomorrow. come have lunch at home."

"is it included on my training as subsistence allowance?" she automatically sighs. "god, i have to talk less to you. i'm inheriting your humour. see you tomorrow, dad. i hope you can sleep with the constant sound of death threats over the internet."

she hangs up quickly, and Leon sighs next to you. "see, i'm... i'm not planning on taking you to any event you're uncomfy at." he whispers. "we will do this at your pace, doll." you nod under his attentive gaze, and the wrinkles around his eyes accentuate his soft gaze. the ring shines under the moonlight while he searches the parking card.

today's revelation was also premedited and decided between both of you. even when it scared you, it was necessary. he was tired of the public eye, of acting as the hot single he used to be when he was twenty. it's not the age, and not the mindset. he loves you, why would he want to hide it? he would love to retire. this last project, and done. casting Grace was a big success, as the girl has everything needed to make the sequels work. Leon finds himself calm thinking about retiring. just him, you. cooking at home at a slow pace, letting the music move your bodies around the kitchen. spending a lazy saturday tangled in some blankets he bought for you on his trips, body cuddled against his, his warmth and shape felt on your back. his lazy kisses on your shoulders, his strong arms taking you closer.

"i wanna take you on dates and walk around the city by your hand." his voice sounds so sweet while he parks. "kiss you in every corner i find and spoil you with any jewel that i see." the engine stops after he pushes the off button softly. his hand reaches your cheek, pulling you closer. "i just... i wanna do everything with you. at your pace, mhm?" he smiles again. he guides your hand to his neck, before leaving a kiss against your lips. "if you let me..." his lips are soft, and you melt against him while he grips your hair a bit tighter. you've missed him while he was away, surrounded by extras, cameras and staff; but he's back here, with you. his hand finds the curve of your waist, resting big and hot against it. he parts, his eyes darken as he gets close again, as if he was trying to memorise all of you, kissing the corner of your lips, dragging them down to your jaw, your neck. he sends chills down your spine, your skin feels sensitive under his mouth. he groans before parting again. "we should get home." you nod, as breathless as him, before he steals a peck from you.

he leaves the car and opens your door, hand waiting to help you get out. he cages your hand on his before closing the car and walking home. you should take the direct elevator from the parking to your apartment, but the street was quiet and the weather nice for this hour of the night. he guides you outside, hand opening the heavy door for you while not letting you go. the moon and the stars welcome you as soon as he closes. you walk slowly around your building towards the entrance. he kisses you against the pillars and carries you inside, unable to let you go, after all this time far from you.

it's early when messages wake you up, resting on your husband's chest. you try not to wake him up while stretching, scanning the room slowly as you try to find your phone. there, Sherry has sent a couple pictures. you recognise your clothing as well as Leon, and he has your body caged against the pillar of your building. you blush while you keep seeing the pics, followed by the headline "Fans React as Leon Kennedy Publicly Kisses Wife Hours After Shocking Marriage Reveal". he moves lazily, hand sliding the blanket up your shoulder, not letting the soft breeze that enters from the window touch your skin. he kisses your shoulder and his beard tingles you. he hums. he glances at the screen, unimpressed.

one brow lifts. his voice is still thick from sleep when he speaks.

"didn't know i needed public permission to kiss my wife"

[gojosconsort]

can u do smth silly where reader sneezes when gojo is inside of her and ofc she clenches hard on him and he like nuts immediately

mdni. you sneeze satoru into an orgasm.

satoru’s got you on your back, legs hooked over his hips, buried so deep you can feel him in your stomach. he’s moving slow—too slow, teasing, hips rolling in that perfect rhythm that keeps you right on the edge without letting you tip over.

“satoru, please,” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders. “stop playing.”

“but you’re so cute when you beg, baby.” he gives one deep thrust, grinding against that spot that makes your toes curl. “like that?”

you open your mouth to answer—then your nose tickles. “ah—” you try to hold it back, but it’s no use. a loud big sneeze rips out of you.

and oh god, the clench. the second your body convulses, your pussy clamps down hard around him. satoru’s eyes go wide, mouth dropping open in a silent oh.

“f-fuck—” he chokes out. his hips stutter once, twice, and then he’s coming—hard, sudden, spilling into you with a broken groan. you feel every pulse, thick and hot, his cock twitching inside you as he rides it out, thighs shaking against yours.

he collapses forward, forehead pressed to your shoulder, panting like he just ran a marathon. “did you—did you just sneeze me into an orgasm?”

“i didn’t mean to! it just—happened!”

satoru lifts his head. “babe. don’t embarrass me like this. that’s the fastest i’ve ever come. ever.” he sounds almost offended. “god babe, i’m ruined. my reputation is in pieces.”

you giggle, clenching around him again on accident. he hisses, oversensitive. “stop—fuck—stop doing that.” his hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in hard, holding you completely still. “seriously, don’t move. i swear to god, if you clench one more time—”

you can’t help it. another accidental tiny pulse, and his whole body locks up, trying to suppress a moan. “you’re trying to kill me, or what? i’m gonna start wearing a condom just to survive the flu season.” but he’s grinning, pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone. “now come here—round two. i need to return the favor.”

[fawnsflowerbed]

Older Leon needs a crybaby partner idgaf. Give that man someone who starts tearing up when he makes a poorly timed joke and he has to chuckle at how absurd it is that they started tearing up. and he has to kiss their cheeks and nose over and over. “Baby… baby, baby, baby, it was a joke. A joke, baby. C’mon,” with a breathless smile. Planting another kiss to their forehead so he can nuzzle against them. “No tears, honey. You and those big glossy eyes, gonna break my damn heart.”

Someone who cries when he comes home - even though he’s been home for 5 hours now - and he just holds them with a fond look. “Oh, look at my weepy little thing. My goodness. Just so loving. What did I do to deserve you, huh? With that loving lil’ heart?”

[lunaekalenda]

i'm completely normal not feral at all for this man